#it's tw era on this blog

[mxllitiam]

WHEN: day seven, captives' cellblock CLOSED for @subsiist

Amara's head is spinning. They only let her feel the pains they want her to feel. That is to say her hand looks almost completely healed now, though she'd hardly call the deadly attachment at the end of her arm a hand. It's a monstrosity, a conjunction of spiky fingers glued to a palm, the detailed work incredibly intricate but no fitting for someone like her. Her hands that once held her wife, hands that have helped people in her district, that have given countless pets to the backs of stray cats. Amara mourns the loss of something once taken for granted.

She almost doesn't feel the healing pains of the surgery anymore, she doesn't get electrocuted by the new hand's current even when she can tell it has been turned on, by its buzzing. But she can feel everything else. She feels the beatings they give her in interrogation, she feels the pit in her stomach from whatever little, nutritionless food they give them. She feels thirsty, she feels tired. Exhaustion is what comes to her first, after spending a week inside the arena, on guard the entire time. She didn't even have any energy left in her body when she arrived, and now everything's piling up.

She's taken to sleeping sitting up, leaning against one of the walls of her cell. It's not sustainable, but she manages to doze off a few times, seize at least some minutes of a passed out state before she catches herself. It's better than whatever that bed does to her. She's dozing off again when she's startled awake by the sound of the cell next to her closing. She scrambles to rise from the ground and look through the window they share.

Peeta has been gone for an awfully long time, much longer than he usually is. She doesn't have a way to count the time in here, but she'd even guess it was longer than any of them have been gone for. "Peeta?" She calls quietly. The guard that brought him over has already left, not giving any of them a second glance. "What... happened?" She can feel something is off -- it's in his posture, it's in the air around him, it's something. Amara fights back the goosebump that raises the hairs on her arms. "Talk to me?"

[nightbunnysong]

Natural methods to boost collagen synthesis during weight loss

Supporting collagen production during weight loss can help maintain skin firmness and elasticity. Here are some natural ways, with specific food and herb examples, to enhance collagen synthesis:

Amino acids for collagen building

Sources: Bone broth, chicken, fish (especially salmon), and eggs provide amino acids like glycine, proline, and lysine, essential for collagen structure.

Herbal Supplement: Horsetail is rich in silica, which supports collagen production and strengthens skin tissue.

Antioxidant-rich foods

Vitamin C Sources: Citrus fruits, strawberries, bell peppers, and broccoli. Vitamin C is vital for collagen synthesis by fibroblasts.

Polyphenol Sources: Green tea, berries (blueberries, blackberries), and dark chocolate. Polyphenols combat free radicals that break down collagen.

Hyaluronic acid-boosting foods

Sources: Sweet potatoes, soy products, and root vegetables like carrots help the body produce hyaluronic acid, which hydrates and plumps the skin.

Topical and dietary vitamin A

Topical Retinoids: Retinoid creams (such as retinol) can stimulate collagen production and reduce collagen breakdown.

Dietary Sources: Carrots, sweet potatoes, and leafy greens like spinach are rich in beta-carotene, a precursor to vitamin A, which aids skin repair.

Omega-3 fatty acids and hydration

Sources: Salmon, chia seeds, flaxseeds, and walnuts. Omega-3s help reduce inflammation, supporting collagen stability.

Herbal Support: Aloe vera, when applied topically, can hydrate and soothe the skin, complementing internal hydration for skin elasticity.

These natural foods and herbs provide essential nutrients that support collagen synthesis, helping maintain facial firmness and elasticity during weight loss.

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[okaydays22]

[softlyella]

Wanna breed a pretty boy.

Chain his strong arms to the bed, duck tape his mouth and use his body. I wanna fuck him till he’s overstimulated and begging me stop, his muscles bulging from how hard he’s pulling on those chains, desperate to free himself and make me stop. That cute little slut will be marked up and bruised while he’s panting and whining.

Be good and you might even be bleeding.

[thereal-evanrosier]

tw: sh/scratching

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Whenever Evan is nervous, anxious or bored, he scratched on his hands. Due to this, the back of his hands are always full of scratch- scars and wounds. Barty became - of course - very worried about his "best" friend, and gifted him a pair of leather gloves for christmas. Barty knew about Evan's sensory issues when touching certain structures, and made him feel several ones 2 months before Christmas, so he would feel comfortable wearing them. Evan absolutely loved them, because now he had the full control over what he would touch. The leather was thin and breathable enough fo do daily tasks in them and feel rough structures, yet always seperated Evan's skin from the texture through a surprisingly robust layer.

But even though Evan now tended to scratch his hands less, he could never completely stop. In uncomfortable situation, he subconsciously pulled his gloved off and started falling back into old habits. The burning sensation and the skin getting number and number made him feel in control and reconnect to reality.

[orfisheus]

Based on the fact that Jotaro beat up those guys so badly that they went to the hospital, and he thought to lock himself in jail, so those he loved would be safe.

Imagine how horrifying that must be at 17 years old.

Removed layers beneath the cut!!

No blood!

Just Joot!!

[huellitaa]

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ lack

♡ TRIGGER WARNING: mentioned alcoholism, substance abuse

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ lack: to be without or deficient in

— "everything comes from nothing."

this is true. without having nothing, being at the bottom, being in a state of lack and starting from the ground up, we would never have decided to seek out something more because we would already have it. lack is the motivator behind the creation of everything we know, even if it may not be the creator. lack is what gives said creator the drive to create.

so when we feel a lack in our lives, we obviously feel a need to fill that. this creates desire. and as we are hardwired for negativity, in turn a lot of the time this leads down negative pathways because that is our natural route. but lack is always the creator of these pathways. we always lead back to our roots, and lack is the only unchanging root we all unify under.

from the simplest to the most complicated of circumstances, lack is always the culprit, because there is always a desire driving us to do these things.

desire comes from lack, and desire is found in the smallest of things. and desire and wanting leads to action. like for example if you want breakfast in the morning you'd go and hunt around the kitchen foraging for food like a wild animal. (me coded)

for example, many bad habits like substance abuse or alcoholism come from a desire to "fill the void" as it's often described, the void being emptiness, emptiness being lack.

another example; an inability to uphold healthy relationships, platonic, familial, romantic or otherwise, also often comes from a traumatic or repeated experience with instability. instability literally means "lack of stability", once again leading to lack, making them subconsciously crave what they already know. you see what i mean?

think about your problems and think about their origins. think about what you want and why you want it. you will find almost, if not every time it leads back to lack.

because everything comes from nothing.

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ wrap up

♡ NAME A PROBLEM IN YOUR LIFE

♡ WHERE DOES THIS COME FROM?

♡ WHAT DO I WANT?

♡ WHY DO I WANT THIS?

♡ WHAT AM I LACKING?

♡ HOW DO I CREATE THAT IN A HEALTHY WAY?

lots of love ♡

[choiyeonjuns]

TXT :: BLUE HOUR (2020)

[r-adio]

exciting news, but i am in the process of becoming a licensed pharmacist, so i can't promise that my activity will be too consistent here at the moment. my work schedule with training courses & whatnot is super busy, but i am back and i do intend on interacting & writing ALASTOR again. i just might be spotty for the next few weeks, because i have to travel & do tons of shifts for the new promotion at my job !!

[thyhonesteheorte]

god i'm actually invested

haven't even met him

watch this be the wrong thing

classic

[lynxablack]

tw : bruises , blood , implied abuse

i dont think my parents like me very much☹️

they ruined my socks

[cdyssey]

I think that “The Waters of Mars” and “Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead” are soooooo interesting to view in parallel to each other because they have a lot of complementary beats. (CW: Suicide Reference for “Waters of Mars”)

The Doctor arrives at ‘x’ place—a cold, dark Library, a doomed base on Mars—and meets an extremely accomplished leader of a good crew in Adelaide and River. Both women are necessarily hardened by their experiences and responsibilities in some ways but clearly care for their loved ones and their colleagues all the same.

The Doctor knows almost everything there is to know about Adelaide from an impersonal standpoint—her history, her death, her cosmic place in the wider universe. He initially looks at the Bowie crew and is visibly stricken by the inevitable tragedy of them all. River knows almost everything there is to know about the Doctor from a personal standpoint—he’s her husband, but god, he’s so young, and he doesn’t even know it. Know her. She has years upon wonderful and complicated years of history with this man, and he looks right through her. (She thinks it might kill her.)

As the respective episodes wear on, the Doctor has a clear connection with both River and Adelaide, both of whom can boss him around like people rarely do skskdjnsns. They’re smart and driven and won’t suffer any fools, but they’re remarkably human when it matters most. River speaks softly to Miss Evangelista as her ghost fades from the neural relay. Adelaide doesn’t shoot the infected Andy even though she could have.

But he’s also increasingly frustrated and upset by his helplessness when it comes to them. It scares and unnerves him that River is clearly someone extremely important from his future; he’s always been insecure about not knowing what’s in store, and River is a walking reminder of his lack of personal perspective, his inability to totally have control. He’s drawn to her. She’s so clever and brave and good. He fears what she represents all the same. He snaps at her, clearly distrusts her. River calls him out on being emotional. The Doctor knows that he should leave Bowie Base One. There’s nothing he can do for these wonderful people. What happens on Mars has to stay on Mars; a fixed point is just that—an immutable event in time. But as he gets to know Adelaide—who is also so clever and brave and good—that responsibility becomes muddied by his increasing care and admiration for the captain. He grows taciturn as he watches the mission all fall to pieces. He’s emotional.

But why is he emotional? What’s another central tension that these episodes share? Both “Waters” and “Forest” either directly or intertextually deal with the Doctor simply reeling over the loss of Donna. The wrenching grief of having failed yet another someone that he loves drives the Doctor’s anger and affects his ability to think objectively. River tells him to focus on the present, on the five people who are still alive in the room. (“Dear God, you’re hard work young.”) And the last scene of “Waters” is in stunning and raw conversation with “The Runaway Bride.” Ten alone and grieving is a recipe for disaster. Donna is the first person who’s explicitly told him that he needs someone to stop him. Because if he isn’t stopped, he becomes his own waking nightmare. He becomes the Time Lord Victorious.

The climaxes of both “Forest” and “Waters” are about the Doctor wanting to change history. “Time can be rewritten,” he pleads. And River, angrier and more desperate than we have ever seen her before, pleads back, “Not those times. Not one line. Don’t you dare.” By making him watch her sacrifice, she implicitly shows him that this moment in time is inevitable, and he’ll one day do the same to her in a lake in Florida. (It’s horrible and it’s awful, but, god, if it isn’t an act of unspeakable love and forgiveness too.) But Ten in “Waters” doesn’t have anyone to stop him—not Donna, not River, not even initially Adelaide, even though she desperately tries by blowing up the base. The laws of time will obey the Doctor. He’s a Time Lord, and he makes the rules. This revelation elevates all of his worst impulses—his arrogance, his vanity, and his pride—and for a moment, as we watch him gleefully preen to a horror-struck Adelaide, Yuri, and Mia, we understand that he’s become the villain in someone else’s story. Someone has to stop him, and that Adelaide does. She understands that there are too many things at stake for the future—her granddaughters’ life, the lives of so many others—in the same way that River wasn’t willing to relinquish one fragment of hers and the Doctor’s history. The Doctor realizes the magnitude of what the captain did—what he forced her to do—immediately. He went too damn far.

“Forest” and “Waters” both end with the Doctor running. Running to River, trying to save this person who will clearly mean so much to him one day. Running away from his fate in “Waters,” unwilling to accept the death that soon awaits him. (“Oh, I’m good!” He exclaims jubilantly when he realizes that his future self has saved the professor. / “Oh, I’m good!” He grins at Mia, Yuri, and Adelaide, so pleased that he’s saved them, that he’s single-handedly changed a fixed point.) But the shared impact of these stories is that both River and Adelaide teach the Doctor a lesson about the inevitability of time—its forward march, no matter how much he wishes otherwise. They give him perspective, these remarkable women—and to a being such as the Doctor who is sensitive to the whole breadth of the universe—that’s often the most important gift that he ever receives.

[okaydays22]

[dr-james-wilson-oncologist]

Wilson! EMERGENCY! My place. Now. Bring whiskey. And chinese food.

-House

What?? No, House, I’m not paying for your food. But I’ll be there in- Wait, we live together. Where the hell are you??

[thereal-evanrosier]

Evan is a surgeon that operates people to make them look abnormal. He gives them claws, horns, wings, tails etc. He will scar your face or permanently open up your jaw by taking the flesh out (His patients mostly survive). He also pierces, and with every surgery, you can get a piercing for free. Evan makes pretty good money with that sort of illegal buisness, and is living his best life.

Now Barty starts to hear from people that evan does these things, and got curios, so he decided to try it out. After the first time, where Barty got his ears reshaped, he was absolutely in love with Evan. He came back again and again, until he got the courage to ask Evan out at some point. At first Evan hesistated, but said yes in the end. Since then they've been seeing each other for much more than just surgeries.

[marylily-my-beloved]

@marylilymicrofic - Day 1: Wildfire - 218 words <3

Warnings: fire & swearing

Lily was just walking around their kitchen, making a tea for herself and one for Mary before she went to sleep. 

Making her way upstairs, she smelled the smell of smoke, and she felt concerned. They were in their summer cabin and nobody was anywhere near them, she started to feel concerned. 

She looked out the window and saw a massive fire in the woods just outside their house, she ran to her and Mary’s shared room. 

“Mary! There’s a fire outside, Mary! C’mon quick we have to leave, fuck fuck fuck.” 

“What the fuck do you mean there’s a fire? Like a fire? Like in the woods? A fire. Shit” Mary said as she ran out of the bed and out of their room with Lily, following her downstairs. 

Lily dialed the fire department, and her and Mary ran outside their house onto the closest street near them. 

They were both massively freaking out, and Mary was hyperventilating by the time the fire department arrived. As Lily calmed her down, the fire slowly went out. 

After around an hour and a half of sitting outside watching the firemen put out the fire, the fire was finally out but they couldn’t stay in their little summer cabin due to the fact that a wildfire could happen again whenever.