#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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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]

ABOVE | FRED WEASLEY | ONESHOT

summary - fred weasley watches over you after his death

word count — 1.5k

warnings — an angsty mess

author’s note — i wrote this when i ate a gummy don’t judge me

fred gideon weasley’s out-of-body experience began after an unusual conversation in purgatory. he begged the spectral desk clerk to send him back to earth to see you. though the desk clerk was unable to reverse his untimely death, they allowed him to roam the earth unnoticed. he was a teacher. he stared as his entire ginger-headed family gathered around him in the great hall to mourn him. they all put their head against his chest and took turns crying. all within a matter of minutes they would go from crying to screaming, but when you saw him, it hurt.

he had promised that he would be okay, but now even his spirit had a guilty conscience. he could still remember the last kiss you shared before you were split apart in the battle. now he was watching you mourn, disbelief riddling your face.

fred tried to compensate you for the exasperated scream you let out the moment you saw him lying lifeless on the table. he wrapped you in a tight hug, but you didn’t react by falling into his arms like you normally did. you went through his chest and landed on the soulless body on the table. maybe that was the reason you cried - because you didn’t feel his soul present in his body. he stayed sitting with you until they were forced to move his body so his family could have a proper burial.

the days leading up to the funeral he was distant. just outside of his old apartment, watching into the window as you fixated on the street lamps on diagon alley. though he was there when his body was laid in the grave on a rainy day. your tears were easily concealed because the rain kept hitting your face. he tried to wipe your tears with his thumbs, but they kept falling. he watched you hold his mother, who was falling apart, as they lowered his mortal body into the open earth.

his life should’ve been celebrated with a fireworks display and an annoying marching band that blocked the streets for hours, but instead, he was watching black-robed wizards and witches shed more tears and agony now that he was truly gone. he didn't have the funeral he would've wanted because he expected to live forever. he had the armor of innocence and youth on his side, but his confidence soared too high. death stopped for no one, even for those who caused endless smiles and fits of laughter.

the day you went back to his apartment he came inside. george was not doing well. you weren’t crying anymore, but your face had enough pain contouring your normal features. well, you weren’t crying in front of anyone else. the moment you closed the door to his bedroom you collapsed into his unmade bed. you tried to take in his scent, but it wasn’t close enough to the real experience of being bundled into his chest for comfort. you were begging to hear “get on your side,” but it never came. you wanted him to complain one more time about hogging the quilt, but the room was silent aside from your sniffling.

fred tried to comfort you, but it went unnoticed. he was rubbing your back and running his fingers through your hair. he wanted you to know he was okay, but you didn’t feel him. he watched you cry for hours until you were finally asleep. the worst part of this purgatory was not being able to comfort you when you needed it most. he wanted to watch you grow past his death, but that was not going to happen in a few days. he knew he would have to stomach the pain and grief he was causing you and continue to watch over you.

a month later, you sat on the sofa at the burrow, remembering the summers you spent with him. the day molly found you laid across each other, sunburnt to hell, after spending hours at the lake and ignoring her cry for you both to wear sun cream. the time you sat with him, trying to act inconspicuous after you had spent the entire night roaming the fields with him for a romantic time that wouldn’t be interrupted.

you spent hours looking through molly’s photo albums for a sense of peace, but it only made your mind pained again. fred’s eyes kept returning to the photo of him dancing with you at bill and fleur’s wedding. the quick motion of the photo showed how happy he was in the moment. it was something so miniscule, but so satisfying. he could feel love radiation from the picture even though he was not on the same plane of existence any longer. your head was hidden in his shoulder as you saw the photographer coming. he could still hear his laugh as he tried to spin you to look at the camera. your face was so flushed, and your hands were gripping his suit tightly to stay close.

the christmas holidays still went on without him, but molly’s normal knitted gift was left upon his gravestone. he didn’t want you to spend christmas at his grave, but you did. you talked out loud for ages. you popped a tube of confetti as you announced your new job. he was hoping you’d continue to move on. it started with less crying, and then applying yourself more. you just needed a win. you deserved a new job, a new start.

he still lay with you every night. he couldn’t bear to let you sleep alone because he knew that was when your mind wandered the most. he saw you downing various supplements to get a deeper sleep, but he still saw you wake with a racing heart and panic because you had to relive your worst nightmare; seeing his dead body again.

as time passed you would randomly stop in the hallway and look straight at him. at times he thought you could see him, but he knew it wasn’t the case when you wouldn’t rush to him. you would swallow and take a deep breath to contain yourself. he didn’t know what weird sensation came over you, but he hoped that whenever it happened it was making it easier for you.

the days seemed to fade together as fred watched you, but that was because you had the same routine. you had the same routine so your mind wouldn’t wander away. you had to keep your composure at work and when you visited his family.

he was happy for you the day you agreed to get dinner with your coworkers. you diverted from your schedule to spend time with someone other than a weasley. he enjoyed seeing you dressed up for the high-end restaurant. he enjoyed seeing you give a genuine smile, one where your cheeks reddened and your eyes slightly squinted.

you were doing so much better. you weren’t so hard on yourself. you appreciated the little things. you petted the stray cat on the street that always seemed to get under your feet when you were in a hurry. until the anniversary of fred’s death.

you visited his grave very early in the morning so you wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone else and were sadly mistaken in thinking that things had gotten any better. you cursed your life and wished fred was in your place because he was so much stronger. he put a hand on your shoulder as your hands rested flat on the ground in the center of his burial plot. your hands dug into the earth that was below your fingertips, not caring that the dirt was lining the innards of your fingernails. you just wanted him back.

he saw you go backward and forwards. grief, guilt, anger, to nothing at all. dear merlin. nothing was the worst to witness because even with the anger he could see the scared person you were hiding under your skin. nothing was dull and lifeless. his spirit had more life than your version of nothing. he would sit with you, begging you to get up, but you never did. you never got up until you were ready.

on the days you finally pulled yourself together he would celebrate. his smile never fades on those days. he was with you every step.

“that’s my girl.” he’d say as you exited the apartment. you couldn’t hear him, but it made him feel better when he said it.

he didn’t follow you forever, only on those days that seemed to drag, and the restless nights. he knew you would eventually wake one morning and not think of him immediately. he waited for that day, longing for the moment he could trust that you were going to be okay on your own. though all along you were doing it alone. it was years before fred only admired you from above. though the solace of knowing he could return to your side if you needed him was comforting.

eventually the need to return to your side faded because you moved forward. someone else was by your side, and the moment you missed fred your new suitor was next to you at his gravestone. you didn’t need a paranormal hand to rub your back anymore. you didn’t need a ghostly body to lay with at night, and fred could see it. you may not always be okay, but you were okay enough not to need his spirit any longer.

[mvrphysart]

@misanthropologistsguild throwing this at you before running away

[3lle-l-black]

[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

[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.

[tootiredforaname]

greg davies said this is the fanservice season

[lo0py-lunar]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRED AND FEORGE WEASLBEE

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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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[friendsdontlieokay]

"I'll never leave"

"Nevermind"