#gred

[chechula]

Two very cool guys from @kezokinos and @bluefbread ♥ I had so much fun drawing these, thank you for this commission ♥

(commissions are still open )

[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_1064 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.

[stagerie]

sometimes i like to pretend that my followers are starving orphans named vector living in a basement begging for me to feed them

[juliansummerhayes]

What has become of us?

As you know, the question “How did it get like this?” is one I continue to wrestle with, if only to remind myself that it hasn’t always been like this, i.e. we haven’t always had to face an existential threat of such magnitude.

As for the rest of the human malaise, atrocities and inequality, that appears to have been there (practically) from the very start – and I don’t say that to in any way excuse what’s happening now or to come.

But how did it get like this?

How did we not see that that which goeth up and up would eventually bring ruination and destruction on such a scale that whatever we might believe we can do to ameliorate the consequences, the effect of big business, big pharma and big egos was simply that: too big a problem to change.

And yet, as COP28 and similar talking shops aptly demonstrate, our inability to accept that globalisation and our desire for a better life – better than what? – is simply unsustainable on a finite, animate world. 

When I think back to the late 70s and early 80s, when it’s arguable that things really got going – e.g. there is no society and greed is good and we’d never run out of oil – there were no cautionary tales to tether our hubris and self-belief that we could be anything we wanted to be, have what we wanted and enjoy the best of everything. I’m not saying everyone was so in love with materialism and be all you can be but I don’t remember any of my teachers, and certainly not my parents, telling me to aspire to be less than what I was capable of and that meant, of course, consuming and destroying as I went along.

Imagine it otherwise.

Imagine that there was at least an elder or two who could have applied a gentle brake to my putative runaway success, and asked the simple but profound question:

“. . .[B]ut at what cost?”

We know only too well, now, the cost, and the Gods have spoken but still we don’t take heed or not on a scale anywhere sufficient to give us a wee bit more time to find a way to leave this planet for Mars – or wherever the dot.com money is taking us.

As a slight segue, I remember watching one or two videos of the father (apparently) of efilism, Immendam*, who promulgated the idea that all life was inherently bad and someone should press the Red Button to end it all. Radical, nihilist and pro-mortalist for sure but at least there was someone who had a very different narrative on what it meant to be human. I’m not saying I agree with his thesis, and certainly I’m not endorsing him or his material, but I am pointing to a different version of what I’d been exposed to throughout my adult life. Not in the same bracket, but Professor David Bennatar’s book, Better Never To Have Been, was also something that made me think that if only I’d had the benefit of someone in my early days who was prepared to explain what our growing population was and would do to the earth, and that once we all succumbed to the neo-capitalist messaging and adopted mutatis mutandis the same modus vivendi (apologies for the Latin), that it was game over.

But I’m going off the point.

The question is and will remain, how did it get like this? And it’s one I feel duty bound to explore and to share my musings on, if only because I don’t want it said that I didn’t leave a few web-based breadcrumbs for the next generation who are being or have been hoodwinked to believe that this is ‘normal’ (more like insanity if you ask me).

I’m sorry if my message, at least for now, seems repetitive and a little anodyne but it’s where I’m at.

Blessings, Julian 

*Antinatalism led to efilism, a school of thought pioneered by a man known as “Inmendham” on YouTube. Efilists don’t only subscribe to antinatalism but believe all life — animals included — is inherently negative. – We need to talk about extreme antinatalism, Unheard, 5 April 20023

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[mediend2]

GERD Symptoms: Causes, Treatment, and How to Manage Them

Understanding GERD Symptoms

GERD, or Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease, is a chronic condition characterized by frequent heartburn and acid reflux. These symptoms can significantly impact a person's daily life, making it difficult to eat, sleep, and perform daily activities. It is important to understand the symptoms of GERD in order to properly manage the condition.

Defining GERD

GERD is a digestive disorder that occurs when the lower esophageal sphincter (LES) does not function properly, allowing stomach acid to flow back up into the esophagus. This can cause a burning sensation in the chest, commonly known as heartburn. Unlike occasional heartburn, which can be managed with over-the-counter medications and lifestyle changes, GERD symptoms occur frequently and can be more severe.

Common Triggers of GERD

Certain foods, lifestyle habits, and health conditions can trigger GERD symptoms. These include spicy and fatty foods, caffeine, alcohol, smoking, and obesity. Other factors such as pregnancy and certain medications can also contribute to GERD. Understanding these triggers can help individuals avoid them and manage their symptoms more effectively.

Causes of GERD

GERD, or gastroesophageal reflux disease, is primarily caused by a malfunctioning lower esophageal sphincter (LES). This is the muscle that separates the esophagus from the stomach, and when it doesn't close properly, stomach acid can flow back up into the esophagus, causing irritation and discomfort.

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[potterheadlovespotter]

Harry Potter and The Twisted Laws - Going Back ~ (on Wattpad) 

[queer-dinos]

Bisexual Harry Potter who flirts with every single Weasley sibling just to piss of Ron.

“Y’know Ron? I love your sister and all, but I hope you know Bill was my bi awakening. I’d totally go there”

Fred and George flirting back shamelessly.

Percy pretends to be annoyed, but secretly enjoys watching Ron squirm. He stage-kisses Harry one afternoon when Ron was being particularly annoying.

Fleur laughing as Bill jokingly proposes to Harry at every family gathering

Charlie and Harry talking about adopting dragons together and calling them “our kids”

Harry and Ginny, who actually *are* dating, being obnoxiously lovey-dovey when Ron’s around.

Molly and Arthur going along with it and calling Harry their Seven Time Son-in-Law.

Molly knits Harry his own set of sweaters that are identical to those of her other children.

Harry comes downstairs wearing a different one every morning.

“YOU CANT HAVE ALL MY SIBLINGS HARRY!”

“I’ll fight you, Ronald”

[ambitiouspotions]

Could you write a oneshot about a very first kiss between y/n and george weasley, please?💌

LONG AWAITED | GEORGE WEASLEY | ONESHOT REQUEST

summary — in which george f. weasley and y/n’s first kiss finally takes place

word count — 1.1k

warnings — none, fluff!

author’s note — seventh-year students, no house mentioned for reader! thank you for your request! i hope you enjoy!

the start of seventh year, after a long, excruciating, and painfully hot and boring summer, you were waiting to board the train. your mother was snapping away at pictures as you tried to rush her, wanting to meet your group of friends you already saw go past. though the next thing to catch your attention through the spotty speckles the camera flash caused was george weasley looking at you longingly as your mother took the photos. his gaze was so taken by you that the first letter he opened during breakfast the next day was from his mother urging him to tell her who you were, though that was complicated. how does one explain to their mother that the girl they were staring at was merely a friend, no, a schoolmate at most?

you only spent time with him in previous years was when walking to hogsmeade, sitting in the courtyard, passing each other on the way to class, watching him during quidditch matches, stealing glances, and none of that was even spending time with him if his twin brother was right next to him as well. and that time he grabbed your hand when asking if you were alright after fred accidentally sent a textbook flying into your face in the library; that was merely just his more sensitive side showing, not because he liked you. well, maybe, he did like you.

you constantly caught him staring, but if you caught him staring, wouldn’t that mean you wanted to look at him, too? no, he must have been looking elsewhere; there was only one logical explanation: you were overthinking the situation like always. if george liked you he would’ve said something because the twins always tended to never shut their mouths.

and you thought george was cute, but who didn’t? that ginger hair was clipped now, after being a shaggy mop the year before, and had definitely somehow gotten just a little bit taller. your mind paused for a moment.

no, the even the shaggy hair was cute.

stop, stop, bring it in.

wait, how had you noticed he had even gotten taller? you didn’t pay that much attention to him.

yes, you did stop denying it.

you noticed that the hem of his school jumpers had been pulling up more than they normally had, revealing a bit of his stomach each time he raised his arms because he never tucked in his white school shirt like he was supposed to.

the staring at the train station wasn’t the only occurrence this year that made you question your sanity. it was the way you felt when your thigh was pressed up against his while at the three broomsticks in the cramped booth with friends. forced proximity or whatever the romance writers called it in their cheesy stories. then, the instance when fred had forgotten his coat on a windy december day when you all planned to eat lunch outdoors rather than in the great hall. you and george walked in silence, but it seemed like you didn’t need words when working out a comfortable area to sit. it seemed like george was going to say something when he finally relaxed, but that was when fred returned. finally, at the end of january, fred struck up a conversation with you as you were waiting outside of defense against the dark arts class. he had mentioned that the loosened tie around your neck was going to make george swoon if he saw you. you could’ve sworn the moment george sauntered up he had a bit of blush on his cheeks when he saw you.

now, in the present moment, mid-march to be more exact, you were staring into his brown eyes, like it was a color you had never laid your eyes on before. he was holding you close under an awning; the rain was pelting, the wind occasionally bringing the droplets onto you until he noticed and turned your bodies in the opposite direction. his quidditch uniform could take the beating from the rain rather than your soaked wool sweater and pleated skirt. the gryffindor quidditch team had taken another successful win in a rainstorm. your hair was a stringy mess, and the tips of your fingers stung the slightest bit when you tried to curl them from the cold flurries of wind. the only reason you stayed behind in the awful weather was because you saw him alone, waiting outside of the pitch waiting for the rain to die down for only a moment. all the other students were running from the pitch to find shelter at the castle. then there was a moment of peace, no one was here to ruin this one moment that assured you that you were not going mad or overthinking or even overreacting to the scenarios you had been involved in with him before. this was a satisfying ending to an insecure mind.

george had an initial hesitation, resting his forehead on yours before initiating the kiss. worried that you might not have wanted the same thing. you could see his inner conflict, it was one you knew all too well. the same conflict you struggled with from your sixth year until now. it was the confusion and second-guessing ruling your life that made the kiss so much sweeter. your eyes instinctively closed as he leaned in closer.

your hands were grasping the wet fabric of his maroon robe and one of his hands rested on your hip while the other was holding your lower back to keep you close to him. your lips moved in unison and with his. you savored every second of the thoughtful and intimate gesture. the soothing splatter of the rain creating an unknowingly beautiful atmosphere for the two to share a kiss.

you pulled back breathless, your eyes still closed. your breath just lingering over his lips as he exhaled. within a second you were meeting his lips again and standing a little straighter, having a bit more courage than the time before and taking in the surrounding factors this time. the first kiss was otherworldly, but being able to remember every detail of the second was somehow even more satisfying. george smelled of the earthy rain, the scent of sweat from his match was long washed away. you could feel where his fingerless gloves ended and his fingers began on your hip.

“dear merlin,” george mumbled, pulling away this time. his eyes were wide with delight. your grip loosened on his clothed chest. your face was flushed and he looked to the rain fading to a soft drizzle. with his arm around you, you made your way back to the castle.

[logan-the-artist]

@misanthropologistsguild throwing this at you before running away

[3lle-l-black]

[j-nope-not-today]

Knight in shining armor

Fred weasley x female!reader

A/n: first harry potter fic. Be kind. I think this is a really cute fic so I hope you enjoy it!

It was a nice spring day, and for once, it wasn't pouring rain. So I made my way through the cobblestone courtyard with the idea in mind of finding a nice, quiet place to read, but then I caught the twins playing with some filibuster fireworks and I decided to join the growing crowd.

Watching the sparkly ball travel between the two ginger boys. My eyes mainly drawing to Fred.

We weren't exactly close, but we did pass each other in the halls and share a class or two together. If only I had the courage to say something to him, and yet every time he looked at me, I couldn't seem to find anything good to say. My nose crinkles up as I think about my latest attempt at a conversation. I had asked about the weather of all things.

My attention is suddenly drawn to the student beside me as I'm elbowed. I wince and grab my side. Side eyeing the boy who had all but shoved his way to the front. He shot me a nasty glare, and I rolled my eyes. Stepping a few steps to my left.

My eyes go back to Fred and his smiling face, and then yet again, I'm being shoved, and I huff and turn to the boy. Who had stepped closer to me, only to shove me out of his way

"Will you watch it?" I grit.

"Or what?" He snarls at me, and I roll my eyes. Going to walk away, and my arm is grabbed, so I turn around

"Hey let me go-"

"No way. Your the one who was in the way first." He steps closer and I scoff

"Please, as if. Just let me go. Seriously." I reach my hand into my bag to pull out my wand, but then as he's going to say something else, my attention is drawn to Fred

"Hey she said let her go. So let her go." His hand is set on the boy's shoulder. Fred has this scowl on his face. I'd never seen him angry before. Then the boy is shoving his hand off, scowling

"Maybe you should mind your own weasel." Fred's eyes narrow at the boys' words, and then the boy spits at his feet and walks off, pushing past people on the way, and Fred shouts

"Oi you wanna repeat that, you slimey git!" The boy turns on his heel and comes back. Shoving his finger in Fred's chest

"I said, mind your own weasel." Fred looks to George, and they seem to exchange a whole conversation in just one look.

"Alright then." Fred nonchalantly shrugs and goes to turn away, and in a split second, he turns back. Fist raised. I gasp as it connects with the boy's cheek, and he stumbles back, hand on his face. Then he's running at Fred.

A brawl breaks out. The boy shoving Fred, and then Fred is throwing him onto the ground and then their fist fighting. The crowd applauding and shouting "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

I'm frozen in my spot. Did he fight him for me? I couldn't help but feel a little flattered and albeit worried. Things were getting out of hand. Then, as soon as it started, it was over. Fred stands and grabs my hand and pulls me after him.

It's a whirlwind, really, but I let him lead the way through the halls and run after him. Our shoes echo down the corridors. My heart pounded in my chest. My stomach was in a flurry at our linked hands, and then we suddenly stopped in the corridor.

"Do you do that often?" I laugh, out of breath. Fred letting go of my hand, and I can't help but feel dejected at the loss of his palm against my own.

"Do what exactly?" Fred's chuckles and I raise a brow and Fred laughs

"Oh you mean defend pretty girls? Yeah that's a hobby of mine actually." I laugh at that and shake my head.

"Well thank you, but you know you di-"

"I did."

"What?" I pause and he runs a hand through his unruly hair.

"Well I wasn't gonna just let him do that to you..I mean your always so quiet and nice..and stuff."

"..and stuff?" I never thought I'd see the day Fred Weasley would blush, but he does, and then he's scoffing

"Well anyways your welcome." He looks to the side. As if he's trying to find an escape.

"Uhm..yeah. Thank you." I nod, and Fred walks a few paces away and then turns around.

"You know..I'd say you owe me." I roll my eyes and laugh

"Do I now?" And to which he nods adamantly looking a tad bit nervous. Was that something he experienced? He always seemed so confident.

"Yeah actually and I have just the thing." I wait for him to finish and he does

"You. Me. Honeydukes and then the three broomsticks?" I smile and nod at that.

"Yeah course..I look forward to it." I feel myself getting giddy at just the thought and then he walks to me and takes my hand in his.

"Well what are you waiting for?" A mischievous twinkle in his eye. His confidence souring back up.

"You mean now? But-" Fred smiles a wicked sort of smile.

"Trust me. I'll get us there. I know a secret way."

"Alright.." I nod hesitantly, and Fred chuckles and squeezes my hand.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't let anything happen to a pretty face like yours." My cheeks redden, and I nod reluctantly.

"Okay..whatever you say, my knight in shining armor." Fred smiles widely. If he smiled any wider, his cheeks might bruise.

"Oi..I do like the sound of that." He laughs. God I loved that laugh. I follow him down the hall in a sort of daze as he repeats

"Knight in shining armor huh? It has a nice ring to it." And he was right..it did.

[pottermagiczz]

Hermione: If I fall...

Ron: I'll be there to catch you

Fred: *looks at George* And if I fall?

George: Then I'll fall with you, never leaving your side

Harry: *watches these two interactions*

Harry, to Y/n: And if I fall?

Y/n: Then I'll be the one who pushed you

[tootiredforaname]

greg davies said this is the fanservice season

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GERD Symptoms: Causes, Treatment, and How to Manage Them

GERD, or gastroesophageal reflux disease, is a common digestive disorder that affects millions of people worldwide. It can have a significant impact on daily life, causing discomfort and disrupting daily activities. This article aims to provide valuable information on the causes, treatment, and management of GERD symptoms. By understanding the symptoms and triggers of GERD, you can take steps to manage and prevent them, leading to a better quality of life. Whether you have been recently diagnosed with GERD or are experiencing occasional heartburn, this article will provide you with the essential knowledge to take control of your symptoms. Let's dive in.

When to See a Doctor

Occasional heartburn is a common occurrence, but when it becomes a frequent and persistent issue, it may be a sign of a more serious condition – GERD. If you experience frequent heartburn or other symptoms of GERD, it is important to seek medical attention. Some warning signs that you should not ignore include difficulty swallowing and unexplained weight loss. These may indicate a more advanced stage of GERD or other complications. Seeking medical advice is crucial to properly diagnose and treat GERD. Your doctor may recommend lifestyle changes, over-the-counter or prescription medications, or other treatment options depending on the severity of your symptoms. Remember, early detection and treatment can help manage GERD and improve your quality of life. Don't hesitate to talk to your doctor if you experience symptoms of GERD.

You can consult with our dedicated team of doctors who are experts in treating various Digestive Disorders.

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[momsopposed2theoccult]

I’m such a massive simp for Percy Weasley and I’m not even ashamed of it. I wanna give him kith <3