#manifesting that they also do one from boston

[whales-are-gay]

AYOOOOOOOO

[cassiebones]

Character Analysis: Lilia Calderu

Lilia is the eldest witch in the coven by over a hundred years (except possibly Rio). She knows a lot about Agatha's history, so she was probably there, but her vision shows us a medieval history. Others say that she's royalty. If not, she was very wealthy. And she's Sicilian, so she grew up wealthy since Sicily was pretty prosperous.

She has endured so much. She is a Divination witch, so she can see bits of the future. I feel like she has trouble sometimes discerning the future from the present, so she often tries to stop things while still having her visions, calling out disjointed phrases that don't all make it to the real world (I pray this comes into plot in the future to show that Alice is not, in fact, dead and that it was just a vision) and scaring others.

She is a Cassandra-type character, so nobody really listens to what she has to say before it's too late. When it is too late, she is played.

Also see: Bruno Madrigal.

Anyway, girl has more trauma in her pinky finger than most covens have combined. She's been chased from city to city all over Europe and South America before finally making a home in the continental US.

As previously stated, she was likely there when Agatha was attacked by her coven. She probably knew what they were planning, probably tried to warn Evanora about what would happen, but the old bitch would just not listen. Maybe she even wanted to warn Agatha, but she was too late.

Besides, nobody ever listens to the ramblings of a madwoman.

So she watched this all go down. She heard the whispers in the witch's circles, listened to her coven talk about what went down and how horrible and evil Agatha Harkness must be to kill her own coven.

She may even had defended Agatha a little: "Well at least she spared the children," she might have said, upon learning that--against tradition--Agatha didn't finish off the witches' bloodlines.

"But they'll now grow up without mothers to teach them how to properly harness their magic!" would have been a retort. "What are they to do now?!"

Lilia has no answer to that.

So she leaves her coven, seen as a witch-killer sympathizer, and remains covenless until the present time. She tries to join covens, but the way her powers manifest is...odd. It puts others off, they ignore her warnings, and then they blame her for what happens when they ignore her warnings. She starts trying to suppress her magic, watches the witch hunts all over, her faith in humanity dwindling as well as her bank account.

Soon enough, she's broke and trying to cash in on several side hustles, becoming a charlatan. She hates it.

She, like Agatha, took pride in her studies. She knows all the history and the languages and everything there is to know about witchcraft and how witches have been unfairly persecuted from day one. She lights candles for all the friends she's lost, asking the Divine Mother to look after their souls, to protect them against any who might sully their names.

She still gets visions, but she ignores them as best as she can. She's just surviving at this point, not living.

Then Agatha walks in, putting on an Razzie-worthy performance and Lilia can see right through it, but she takes the kid's money anyway. Rent was due weeks ago and she's already being evicted, but any bit of change can help.

How far she's fallen, she thinks.

She has always had empathy for the younger witches, always tried to be a mentor to them, remarking how lucky it is that they live in a time where they can be mostly free from persecution now. Where they can also love who they want to love and be who they want to be. Where they have the support of their friends and many public figures.

I have no idea about Lilia's sexuality, but I want to believe she's loved women in her past. She strikes me as a spinster type who may have entered into her fair share of "Boston Marriages". But nobody stuck around for long, unwilling to put up with her kooky visions.

I want to believe that she had a great love at one point, maybe a mortal woman. Maybe when she was a teenager, still practicing magic. That they were pretty much soul mates, intent on running away from their wealthy and influential families.

But it didn't work out. And Lilia thinks about her when she sees the yearning between Rio and Agatha. It's obvious the way they feel for each other and she wants to shout at them to just kiss and make up already, before it's too late.

But she stays quiet, because nobody listens to the madwoman.

(Also Rio fucking scares her)

[apeekintothepantry]

Meet Violet Fielding, my original historical character from 1918 Boston!

I've been doing some workshopping with my custom historical characters because I've been a little bored with AG's historical offerings of late, and because it's a fun excuse to dig into moments in time that interest me personally, but AG probably wouldn't produce a similar character themselves. (I say that, but my 1940's Hawaii character predates Nanea, so who knows! Maybe I'm manifesting some future stuff I can borrow for my gals.)

Violet is the youngest of three siblings. Her older sister Alice is in her early 20's and either a nurse or a Hello Girl, leaning towards nursing because I'm not sure I want her to go overseas and she could work at a hospital in Boston during the war. Her older brother James is 19 and enlists in the Marines once the US enters World War I. I think by Violet Saves the Day, he's returned home dealing with quite a bit of "shellshock" and that becomes a somewhat major theme.

Her parents are pretty wealthy, and the family lives in a brownstone on Beacon Hill in Boston. Her dad is a doctor and mom is a suffragist who also gets involved in causes supporting the war effort. Both parents are very supportive of their kids following their passions and getting themselves out there in this still relatively new century, which is why Alice has been allowed to go to school instead of immediately marrying some wealthy guy.

Vi herself is a precocious and creative kid. I think she likes to draw and paint and generally be crafty and creative, which comes in handy when brainstorming ways she can support her brother overseas and the war effort more broadly. While she's not afraid to get her hands dirty, she does like typically girly things like having teatime and looking at catalogs filled with new dresses. Her book series would theoretically cover 1917 through 1919 or so, and touch on the war, Women's Suffrage, the Spanish Flu, shellshock, and possibly the Boston Molasses Disaster.

Currently I'm trying to come up with a best friend character for her, as she really needs a Nellie or Ruthie in her life with the age difference and both siblings being off doing exciting and scary things without her. There are a lot of different directions I could go in with said friend - fellow wealthy-ish kid feels boring, Boston had a lot of new immigrant communities in the 1910's, some of whom did live in a specific part of Beacon Hill, Boston historically struggles with insidious covert racism but was still a city with a number of prominent Black and Jewish communities - and nothing's quite clicked as perfect just yet.

Violet is a Marie-Grace doll with a Nanea wig. Someone was selling her on a Facebook group a few years ago and I immediately felt like she was a Violet and needed to join my crew. Her last name was inspired by Lady Dorothie Fielding, a British woman who drove an ambulance during WWI and received several awards for bravery and service. Fielding's letters home were published after her death and are a really fascinating look at what it was like on the front lines doing this incredibly dangerous and important work. I used it as a major primary source for an educational interactive I helped develop in one of my previous jobs.

[psychedelic-ink]

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 || 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌. 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐄𝐳𝐫𝐚

pairing: joel miller x f!reader x ezra (prospect)

genre: smut, filth filth filth, minors dni

word count: 2.9k

summary: Joel’s frustrations run deep; to him you were a twisted source of purity, touching you forced him to think, forced him to feel. But not Ezra, with him he could do anything. A scary, yet also exhilarating feeling. Or alternatively: You wake up to Joel and Ezra having sex

warnings: mlm, anal sex, handjob (from reader to ezra), consensual somnophilia, joel being emotionally unavailable but what's new, polyamorous relationship, anal fingering, spit as lube (pls do not try this at home use lube if you have it), mild choking, ez having a praise kink, a bit of feels at the end

a/n: Okay so I feel like some explanations are due-- This oneshot going to be part of the Dark Hearted People series that isn't out yet. (here's a short little drabble i wrote about it if you wanna see) It's coming, and outlines are being made but I got this horny oneshot idea and wanted nothing more than to write it. All the context that you need is given within the fic, but all I'm trying to say more is to come. Way more.

Also, I would like to thank @pedrito-friskito as always who read through this and cheered me on. And a thank you to @write-and-buried who allowed me to scream at her about this and screamed back at me. Love you both 💜💜💜

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It’s a silent night. 

The darkness enveloped him like a cloak, suffocating and heavy. The silence was deafening, a piercing screech that seemed to slice through his very being. He could hear nothing but the faint rustling of the trees, a constant reminder of the desolate wilderness that surrounded him. Joel straightens his back, a crack echoing in the silence. He can hear snores coming from inside the tent. His fingers twitch impatiently against the rifle he holds. An itch, a burning sensation, crawled up his neck, a physical manifestation of his unease.

You’re a silent sleeper. That much he knows. It’s Ezra who’s the loud one. It’s the same when he’s awake, not granting Joel a minute of peace. 

They’ve been on the road for a while now. The tracks of the group they were following disappearing more and more into the wind every passing day. He’s on the everlasting road of questioning what the hell he’s doing here. With these people. You, he can rationalize. He’s known you since Boston. You were reliable, had a joke or two in you that made him crack a smile. 

But the other one? Meeting him was nothing other than a fluke. A mishap. One blind step. That’s all it took for Ezra to sink his tendrils into them both. 

His eyes dart to his watch, a reflexive action. The heaviness that weighs over him is immediate. He doesn't even need to look to tell the time so he hates that he still does. Every time he looks, he hopes that it would have fixed itself miraculously. 

The state of the sky, the position of the stars, all tell him what he already knows. It's Ezra's turn to keep watch. Joel still isn’t sure why you trust Ezra the way that you do—hell, he’s not even sure why you trust him. 

Joel’s knees protest as he stands up, the rifle dangling from his shoulder. 

The inside of the tent is warm, both yours and Ezra’s scent filling the small space. Your sweetness mixes with his earthiness and iron. Joel shouldn’t be able to tell the difference. His heart shouldn’t start beating faster the more he breathes in. His tongue touches his bottom lip, something warm and heavy rolls in his stomach.

He’s halfway inside when his movements still, eyes dropping to Ezra who’s sleeping closer to the entrance. He’s sleeping in a fetal position, knees nearly touching his chest with his hands tucked underneath his head. Ezra’s soft snores are more audible inside. Joel can see the way his chest rises and falls. For a fleeting moment, Joel's mind plays tricks on him and he imagines that moonlight pours from above, illuminating Ezra's sleeping form in a soft glow. 

But there’s not. 

Joel steps inside, the flap fluttering closed behind him. He falls to his knees, watching. The back of Ezra’s shirt is rolled up, showcasing the dimples of his lower back. Even with only a patch of skin, Joel can see the scars. It’s easy to forget that the other man is actually a couple years younger than him.

He’s supposed to wake Ezra up but finds himself nestling closer instead. Joel lays down on his side, softly placing his arm on top of the other’s waist. That’s the only contact he allows himself. His scent is stronger at this distance. His arm raises with Ezra’s body every time he breathes in. Then out. Again, in… and out. A pleasant repeat of motion. 

What you said to him before the night echoes in his mind. You’re not even giving him a chance, you’d said with your hands cradling his face. It’s been a confusing month. The three of you entangled in each other both emotionally and physically. 

During all of those times, Joel never touched Ezra with love. He’d touched him with need, anger, grief. Never love. He just couldn’t. Ezra never said anything. He allowed Joel to take him rough, fuck him deep. The sounds the other made indicated to Joel that he enjoyed it, his moans stifled yet loud. 

The skin above his stomach grows tight, tingling. He feels a devastating tug at his own loins, a pressing reminder of what he needs. His cock twitches, wanting to be buried in that heat once more. Joel’s frustrations run deep; to him you were a twisted source of purity, touching you forced him to think, forced him to feel. But not Ezra, with him he could do anything. A scary, yet also exhilarating feeling. 

Joel cheats his hand under Ezra’s shirt. He traces the pads of his fingers up his abdomen, feeling every puckered scar that decorates his tanned skin. The other man shudders against him, instinctively pushing back to him until there’s no room to breathe. Joel hisses between clenched teeth. He drags his fingers over a nipple, traces the other, and continues to move up. Ezra’s chest heaves, pulse-quickening under Joel’s touch. 

He’s positive that Ezra’s awake now. But that doesn’t stop him from curling calloused fingers around the other man’s throat, squeezing, a warning to stay quiet. Without looking he knows Ezra’s smiling. He hates that crooked smile, the soft hints of amusement he gets in his eyes. 

The image is so vivid that Joel squeezes harder. Ezra’s ass presses firm against him, his cock throbs, hips stuttering forward. 

“Restless night?” Ezra asks, voice heavy with sleep. 

“Just need you to take me,” he grunts, grinding himself into the other. “Don’t talk, I don’t wanna wake her up,” 

“I’ll try but I make no promises. If she rouses from sleep that’s on you,” 

Joel’s hand slides up from Ezra’s throat to his mouth, silencing him. His lips feel soft against the roughness of his palm. His eyes move to you briefly, you’re still sleeping, your back turned. He drags his nose down the column of Ezra’s neck, taking deep breaths, he slips his other hand down Ezra’s sweatpants. Noticing how hard the other is already, he scoffs. Ezra was probably awake since Joel let himself inside. 

Joel’s strokes are rough and hard. The friction makes Ezra tremble, nostrils flaring, moans seeping into the heat of Joel’s palm. He swipes his thumb over the slit, making Ezra jolt. 

“Fuckin’ stay still,” he growls into the other’s skin. Ezra can only nod, shaking as Joel continues to drag his hand over the thick length. Ezra thrusts into his fist, teeth nipping the inside of the hand that covers his mouth. 

His own arousal hard and aching between his legs, Joel pulls back his hand and spits on his fingers. Ezra’s breath hitches at the wet sound, which makes Joel’s cock drip, precome smearing into the fabric of his boxers. One hand still above Ezra’s mouth, he grips the other’s waist and pins Ezra against him, rolling his hips again and again. 

Taking the hint, Ezra pushes down his sweatpants with shaky hands, kicking them down so they bunch around his ankles. With two wet fingers, Joel traces the rim of his quivering hole. He slips them inside, a tight fit, a bit dry. He pulls them out and spits again, Ezra’s groans vibrate against Joel’s skin. Sinking his fingers again, Joel moves them with shallow thrusts. 

“Fuck, so damn tight,” Joel rasps. Ezra’s whimpers become louder, his eyes nervously fixated on your sleeping figure. “You ready to take me?” 

Joel doesn’t wait for an answer and pulls out his fingers, but Ezra nods anyway. They both know what this is. They both know why Joel asks that. He asks it every time. A weak attempt to peel himself away from feeling any kind of remorse for using someone else for his own relief. 

Ezra doesn’t seem to care though. With a curled spine he grinds himself and feels Joel’s shaft, precome sticks to his skin, the movements wetting the other’s cock. His own length aches painfully, heavy between his legs. Ezra watches you, eyes falling to your ass. He wants to grab a fistful of the tender flesh, pull you close, and fuck you as Joel buries his grief into him—

You start to stir, making both men freeze. The fat head of Joel’s cock is notched at his entrance, throbbing as Ezra’s insides threaten to swallow him whole. Joel’s fingers bite into Ezra’s cheeks. Both of them watch you with wide eyes, heads swimming in half arousal and half anxiety. You slowly turn and tuck your hands under your head, closed eyes facing Ezra’s wide ones. 

Joel snaps his hips forward, sinking into the other man’s heat completely. An unwilling groan vibrates in his throat and he stifles it by biting the inside of his cheek. Joel, with his hand firm over Ezra’s mouth, pumps in quick, deep strokes until he feels his legs start to shake. He swears Ezra is trying to suffocate him, suck him dry with how tight he is. The other flutters around him, clenching and releasing his cock as he tries to desperately accommodate his size. 

Tears gather in Ezra’s eyes, he blinks them away, and breathes heavily from his nose. Joel is not a small man by any means, clenching on the thickness. He stretches him wide, the pain mixes with the pleasure, a harmonizing symphony that short-circuits his brain. Joel pushes and pulls, guiding Ezra at his pace. Your sleeping face is blurred to him, the corner of his vision fading to black like a vignette. Joel’s hand slides down to Ezra’s chest, fingers spreading over his heated skin. 

Ezra’s mouth drops open to a gape almost immediately, heavy pants, and silent moans growing loud. Joel’s pacing is fast, cock hitting deep as he rocks his hips forward. He drags his lips down to Ezra’s shoulder, biting into his skin. His sprawled fingers close over Ezra’s nipple, giving it a sharp pinch that makes him hiss. 

Joel’s eyes are glued to you, your eyelids starting to flutter. But he can’t possibly care when the lust fills the cracks of his soul, a faux sense of peace makes his heart swell. He doesn’t care that Ezra’s moans become louder, he doesn’t care when the other wraps his fingers around his cock and starts to despertly fist himself. 

Joel only focuses on himself, his aching cock and need. His skin grows taut over his muscles, movements becoming strained and uncoordinated. He drills into him, balls tight with his fingers imprinting on the other’s skin. 

“S-Shit— Joel,” Ezra gasps, brows pinched together and eyes rolling back. “H-Harder—” 

They both know you are bound to wake up soon.

You feel warmth between your legs. Your dreams coat your skin with a heat that makes it tingle. You hear moans, wet sounds echoing in the tent. You swipe your tongue over your bottom lip. The inside of your mouth is like sandpaper. Is it morning already? 

Your eyes flutter open and Ezra’s face slowly comes into view. He’s groaning and you think it’s because he’s in pain, but when your vision clears up you see reality as it is. 

Your face burns when you see his expression in its full glory; mouth wide open, eyes glazed over with pleasure, brows furrowed as he rocks back and forth. First, you think he’s touching himself, but then there’s a flash in the dark, Joel catching your eyes over Ezra’s shoulder, staring directly at you. There’s something ravenous in his eyes, something that you can only describe as animalistic. He thrusts into Ezra hard when he catches your gaze, knocking the air out from Ezra’s lungs and making him moan right into your face. 

It’s a wanton sound. A choked-out voice that goes straight to your cunt, arousal pools between the plush of your thighs, you’re already wet. Neither of them seems bothered by you. In fact, they seem to be stirred on by it. Joel holds your gaze, only fucking into Ezra harder. The younger man’s eyes are squeezed tight, his cock bobs heavy and dark between his thighs. 

Your pussy pounds between your legs. Your gaze drops to Ezra’s length. It looks delectable. The head a warm flush of red, precum glistening at the tip, begging to be touched. A whine pulls you away from the sight, and you see that Ezra’s eyes are now open—barely, that is. You can see tears filling his lashline, dark eyes observing you between narrowed lids. 

“Little bird,” he moans, wets his lips, and swallows. “Touch me, please,” 

Your eyes move to Joel, he’s not staring at you anymore. With every thrust, you feel Ezra jolt. The urge to touch yourself rather than Ezra is much greater as Joel begins to pepper the other man’s skin with open-mouthed kisses, you see a bit of tongue poking between chapped lips. You’re not sure why, but you feel jealous almost. Joel’s lips are a form of blessing, something he did as a reward, be it done consciously or not.

With little hesitation, you wrap your fingers around Ezra’s shaft. The man’s head falls back, his hips stuttering in an almost manic way. Coming closer, you close your lips around his trembling adam’s apple, kissing a path that goes all the way to his parted lips. You slip a tongue. Groaning into his mouth, you swipe your palm over the head and smear precome down his length. Every time Joel rocks into him, he buries himself further into your fist. 

It’s so intimate seeing Ezra like this. Pleasure is good on everyone, and to be witnessing it in its full glory makes you want to string him along the edge as long as you can. Sweat coats his face and you feel a tremor in his thighs. He’s completely powerless. You suck on his tongue, lick yourself into his mouth, and nip at his bottom lip. The sounds he makes are unfiltered, debouched. 

You stroke him faster, harder. Wet noises echo from your palm, a sticky mess between your bodies. You’re breathing jaggedly into eachother’s mouths, you squeeze the base of his cock and he gasps. 

“Are you gonna come for us?” you ask into his mouth, a heavy drop of precum slides down your knuckles, making you smile. “Such a good man,” 

Ezra’s reaction to your words is visceral. With a newfound eagerness, he molds his lips into yours, again and again, he sucks the air from your lungs. You press your legs together, hips rocking in a weak attempt for friction. 

Suddenly Ezra’s entire body seizes and he parts from you with a sharp gasp. You don’t need to look to see but you do so anyway. His cock throbs and twitches in your palm, he spills over your fingers, come seeping into the fabric of your shirt. You continue to stroke his oversensitive shaft, your gaze finding Joel’s. 

Joel fucks himself deeper into Ezra, pushing all three of you closer together. You lean towards him, and he licks the seam of your lips before indulging in you fully. Ezra continues to sway back and forth with Joel’s thrusts, you continue to glide your hand over his cock, short pants, and hisses falling from Ezra’s lips. 

Joel’s hips stutter, spilling into the younger man as he flicks his tongue over yours, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth. You let out a sharp hiss when he sinks his teeth, he doesn’t draw blood but the sensitive flesh throbs like he has. Joel feels the warm drip of his own release trickling down, the sensation making him thrust deeper.

You’re aching for them both. A hunger crackling over your skin and warming your neck. Joel doesn’t pull out, soft growls trembles in his chest, hands moving down and squeezing Ezra’s hip. The latter is on the verge of blacking out, his breathing uneven, eyes glossed over. 

Bur despite it all, Ezra manages to move closer to you. He nuzzles your chest, teeth tiredly nipping the swell of your breasts. 

“That was quite the way to wake up,” you murmur, your need to comfort Ezra pushing you to cord your fingers within his short hair, damp with sweat. 

Neither of them answer. Ezra smiles into your skin while Joel averts his gaze, finally pulling out and uncaringly cleaning the mess he made with the first thing he found. 

The minutes later Ezra pulls himself together, leaving the tent with wobbly legs and exhaustion in his eyes. Joel shows his true colors then, pulling you close and laying his chin over your head. He cups your ass with both hands, kneading the muscle. 

“Do you want me to?” he asks, guiding your hips into a sloppy roll. He’s still soft. 

You shake your head, “No. I just want us to rest,” 

Joel nods but continues to touch you. You didn’t lie. The thing the most of you need is rest—but you allow him to do as he pleases. You say nothing when he pushes a hand beneath the band of your panties, sliding two fingers up the wet seam of your slit. A satisfied sight leaves your lips. 

Joel has a habit of thinking he’s unreadable, but over the months you can say that you know him fairly well. What he can take from Ezra, he can’t from you. You know that. Ezra knows that. Joel is the only one who isn’t aware just how abundantly you two know him. Not that it matters. 

You just want him to let go. Allow himself to feel without remorse. 

A dream that will probably never come true. 

[reshiram]

what are some of your favorite headcanons? can be about any series/media/fandom :)

ohhhh good question!!! ;__; i have a lot of headcanons for like... every series i get into ........ i'll list a few that are particularly near and dear to my heart....

immortal volo....... i had this hc since the game came out. maybe even before then. it's hard to remember. but it's probably because i'm influenced by the blanket of characters he's similar to in my mind....... it's a really cool hc and i've seen So many interpretations of it over the years. it's one i sincerely hope is true.

grima's sweet tooth which Isn't a headcanon anymore because feh confirmed it... thanks feh. but yeah he's very gap moe i stand by this forever and ever.

kieran has a shiny dusk lycanroc that he raised from a rockruff - it was his first pokemon. + he got to keep terapagos. these are the laws of the land. you just have to trust me...

astrals from gbf all have slightly pointy ears. one of those hcs that i always have to remember isn't real. Unfortunately.

merlin from fgo is blind. this one is simply because i am Blind and i love to throw that hc on my faves but this one is Very Special. i did write up some words on how it manifests here. :}

i'm a strong believer of manakete robin but that's because i have Extensive thoughts on robin equating grima but regardless i will forever say robin has Vague manakete traits.

Way Too Long to Put In One Post but my entire forneus backstory... which i honestly need to refine a bit more since it's Old (4 years. By The Gods)... tl;dr Guy who wanted his alchemy to save people got taken advantage of and he fell into depravity. also his hair was originally brown but it turned white due to stress + transmutation shenanigans....... and that Stuck with the fellblood lineage... if you had white in your hair Congrats you are a likely vessel... oh and this one is fun. he transmuted his own emotions to gain more knowledge. This guy is so normal but fire emblem will not tell you that. 👍

kind of a headcanon but kind of more of an allusion? but jr. + albedo xenosaga feel system-coded to me. with the way they were Once One and refer to each other as halves of the same self... Yeah. i wouldn't say they're a system canonically but i definitely feel it's easy to see that they can be a stand-in for dissociative stuff.

n pokemon's chosen Beast of Choice is reshiram. seeker of truth real. you heard it here first. but if i had to live in a perfect world he'd get both dragons... those are his Puppies

klaus xenoblade is from long island. is this one a joke? no one knows... but in all seriousness, i do believe morytha is somewhere in the northeast us. likely boston. route 90 you haunt me forever...

thank you for asking... this one was very fun to answer even if it's a bit personal. i am headcanonman666666

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Only Friends Character Rankings/Analysis

I did this once at the beginning of the series and once in the middle of the series, so time for final character rankings. I'd invite anyone else in the fandom to participate if you'd like! :)

1. Sand & Ray

I originally put Sand above Ray, but I've reached the point where I can no longer consider them anything but a package deal. I love them both too much. It also occurs to me that interest in a character is different than love for them, but in this case both apply.

Ray was, to me, the most evidently well-thought out, complex character in the series. He has the most baggage to go through, and all of that manifests in a lot of tense scenes and emotional outbursts. No one in the cast could've handled that better than Khaotung. As Jojo has mentioned before, Ray is someone who could easily be viewed as one dimensional, even despite his painful backstory. But the fact that Ray generated such a mixture of anger, sympathy, frustration, and love is such a testament to both the writing and the acting. His growth is also the most poignant and prominent throughout the series, so big points for that. Double points for fashion sense.

Sand is just—the ideal guy. He’s got good tastes and he’s also one of the most caring people on the planet, as he demonstrates time and time again. He’s a shoulder for people to lean on (literally, in Ray’s case). He has his own painful history to work through, and while I still struggle with some of his behavior towards the latter end of the series, on the whole Sand felt like a well-rounded character despite being outside of the core friend group. The way he views himself and Ray, and just his at-times overwhelming empathy for others makes him so memorable to me. He also gets double points for just being awesome (plus the leather jacket!! Hello?), but he’d get triple points if he picked up a bat.

2. Nick

Second to Ray, Nick’s growth is one of the most compelling to watch throughout the series. Despite some qualms I have with the pacing of the finale, I do think Nick’s decision to part from Boston was hinted at in prior episodes. We witnessed Nick go from being a pathetic, groveling simp to a man who knew his worth. Sand helped a lot with that, but the decision to walk away was ultimately all Nick's. Nick goes from telling Sand that he can be Boston's side piece so long as Boston doesn't hate him, to telling Boston that they should break up even when Boston wants to be with him. The growth is phenomenal.

I wish we would’ve gotten to see a little more of Nick in the end. Is he doing okay? Is he with Dan? Regardless, I love that Nick is going after what he wants now. I got some creepy vibes from Dan, him being Nick's boss and all, but I think they could've had something sweet. Nick--I hope you're fulfilling your dreams.

3. Mew

Mew gives me the most mixed feelings throughout this series. I wanted to like him more than I actually did, and 99% of that was due to his moral superiority. I think his character was stronger in scenes without Top involved. Like with Ray--I think Mew and Ray's friendship, especially when they agree to just be friends, is such a good characterization moment for both of them. Instead, we witness Mew scowling at Top for the majority of the series, despite claiming he's in love with him. Which yeah, understandable that he'd be angry given what Top did. But Mew never convinced me that he was in love with Top.

With the moral superiority thing--I like that Mew has such a defined set of values. I think that's an admirable quality, unless it's used to put himself above others who do not always conform with his rigid standards--yes, I'm thinking of his condescending tone with Ray early in the series in regards to his drinking/drug use. I see myself a lot in Mew, but this is one part of him that I hope I don't share. Compared to Sand, Mew has a startling lack of empathy for Ray's situation. He must be oblivious to his tone, because what might be intended as helpful comes out judgmental.

I will give him some points though for the scene where he tells Top that he knows about the hookup with Boston. I don't think I ever liked Mew more than I did in that moment. Boss behavior.

4. Boston

As far as interest goes, I'd put Boston above Top, even though Boston frustrates me far more from a moral standpoint. Boston is such a hot topic in this series because his lifestyle is constantly on trial. Sometimes I think that discussion point overshadows other aspects of his character and even becomes equated with his bad qualities. I hate how certain readings of Boston suggest his promiscuity is the problem. I don't think the show is necessarily making the argument that the lifestyle is the issue, but they do highlight that many of the characters view it as an issue. Monogamy is right, polyamory is wrong; that's the way most people tend to view romantic relationships, even if they shouldn't judge other lifestyles so harshly. Ultimately, boundaries and allowances in a relationship are something Boston isn't good at handling. He's dishonest, and his communication skills are lacking because of it.

I could go into more details about Boston, but in general I found his assholery to be entertaining, even if it was frustrating.

5. Top

There are exactly two reasons why Top is below Mew in particular. 1) Because he cheated on him and 2) because he seems to lack any dimension whatsoever. The thing that frustrates me so much about Top is that I can see something there. He could be a very compelling character! But the most depth we get out of him is that he has trouble sleeping because of a fire when he was a kid. There's more to unpack there I'm sure, but we're left at that. Why?? I've seen the showrunners make comments before that Top was hated much more than they foresaw--I'd wager this is part of the reason. Give me something to care about! Give me context! Sand and Ray, by comparison, are given such rich backgrounds. We don't even need to know that much about Top's childhood--I just want to see some personality. He's a designer, but what does he like to do? What are his big hobbies?

There were a lot of missed opportunities to flesh out Top through his interactions with Mew. Their discussions were almost always about either Mew's hesitations about Top's intentions or Mew's inability to forgive Top for cheating on him. That does not make for a very compelling relationship.

6. Cheum

I don't think the show expected me to dislike Cheum as much as I do. And the thing is, I don't think I would've disliked her so much if we would've gotten more insight into her character. That hurt her, in the end. To put it bluntly, I disliked 1) her moral superiority (very similar to Mew's), 2) her disregard for boundaries (inviting Top to Mew's Halloween party and Boston to the New Year's party), 3) her lack of empathy (for Ray in particular, but that kind of extends to the whole friend group), and 4) her lack of accountability (she does apologize, which I commend, but Boston deserved to hear a little more of an apology than that when he was being accused of SA).

The reason Cheum is ultimately below Top is because we get even less of her in the series, and we don't get to see any growth from her. It's not her fault really given the lack of screen time, but at least with Top I can see his efforts to be better. With Cheum, it feels like I left her exactly where she was at the beginning. Not entirely a bad thing, but I wish she would've grown up in some aspects.

~ X ~

Gotta give a final shoutout to the real MVP, Freddy. I love you Fred.

[stormyoceans]

ok can we assume that top took sand's ex away which started a feud between them, and can we assume that sea will play this ex bf? I don't even know which is more tempting: interaction with first or interaction with force. pls let me stay in my fantasies as long as possible waiting for each new ep for sea to appear in the screen

IM GONNA BE RIGHT HERE WAITING WITH YOU ANON AND EVEN IF TURNS OUT THAT SAND'S EX ISN'T PLAYED BY SEA IM STILL GONNA BE WAITING FOR HIM TO SHOW UP AS A CAMEO UNTIL THE VERY END I DON'T CARE I LOVE BEING DELUSIONAL

like of course sea playing sand's ex would be THE DREAM because it would mean firstsea AND forcesea interactions, and like you said IDK WHICH ONE MAKES ME MORE EXCITED EITHER, but honestly i would be fine with a very minor cameo like drake's in episode 1 too IM REALLY OKAY WITH ANYTHING AS LONG AS WE GET SEA IN ONLY FRIENDS

also i do wonder what happened between sand and top. sand's ex is definitely the reason behind their animosity, but like everything in this show i doubt it's gonna be as simple as top 'stealing' him from sand. from the way sand talked about having to be careful not to feel more when you have sex with a friend, i think maybe he found himself in a position similar to nick's? like maybe he was in a friends with benefits kind of relationship but he ended up falling in love and believed they had become more but then his 'ex' slept with top and it's easier blaming top for it rather than accept the fact that his friend/'ex' didn't actually love him at all? but that does seem WAY TOO SIMILAR to the nick/boston/top situation so idk MAYBE WE'LL FINALLY FIND OUT MORE IN NEXT WEEK'S EP

BUT THE POINT IS THAT IM GONNA KEEP MANIFESTING SEA IN ONLY FRIENDS AS HARD AND FOR AS LONG AS I CAN

[quidfree]

Hi :), I know you published Sober II like, one year ago, but I've to let you know that it's been keeping me from studying for my exam. I love you for that, it's absolutely beautiful. But I have to know more about Alexander. I've got some Princess Caroline's vibes from him, like, sure, let's help my ex's strange "friend" publish his book, no personal feelings involved. Where did he pop out from? Does he has hobbies? Do he and Richard just talk shit about Francis sometimes? And, most importantly, why does Francis have a strange coral of exes very capable in their fields?

hi hahaha what an ask, can’t believe alex is getting some limelight. im sure the audience has been begging for more information about him.

honestly the answer to several of your questions is that francis runs in wealthy circles and those people are all unbelievably connected in ways the rest of us can’t comprehend.

i think alex is probably pretty good at his job but he’s definitely a nepo baby who got into the publishing game young and has the luxury of doing all his friends solids when they decide they’re poets while broke writers everywhere fight for scraps. francis is not the first to call in a favour.

he and francis most likely met in their early to mid twenties when francis was in new york and after some rich people flirting hooked up semi-regularly without ever being an item bc francis wasn’t interested (never even occurred to him, he’s not a big commitment guy and alex is too nouveau riche for him). alex is way more into francis than the reverse but he also resents this bc francis is annoying. they don’t talk often after that but they occasionally run into each other at cultural events and they’ll chat bc they have similar sarcastic dispositions in some regards.

when francis hits alex up re richard he takes the call bc 1) theyre not on bad terms 2) he thinks francis has decent artistic taste and 3) everyone who knows francis in boston thought he had drowned himself in the charles river, and having this prime gossip / being the first to know is satisfying enough to make him indulge francis’ request. plus he did feel sort of bad about his dying and is wondering if francis reaching out is opening the door to rekindling something. and then he reads the manuscript (journal) and thinks “huh, definitely publishable” so he runs with it. he’s profit-driven but he’s also got an ego-driven urge to have artistic freedom that manifests in taking on the odd rogue project.

i think he and richard get along ok- they’re not like, friend friends, just professional friends, but their temperaments gel well together somehow. they don’t really irritate each other like francis does, but they’re also less interested in each other. i actually think the matter of francis is less of a bonding point and more of a rare friction point for them. alex is sort of jealous / wilfully unimpressed by richard bc why would francis be into this random californian nobody moreso than him, so he plays up the condescension a little sometimes. richard isn’t jealous but he doesn’t like it at all when alex makes any reference to his past w francis. beyond that they do have sort of a casual pen-pal situation going on even outside of work.

what he does outside of work… idk i think he’s quite a workaholic actually. sort of yuppy-culture adjacent (by way of pre-existing wealth, but recent, like second gen). he likes being in a hectic office throwing papers around and complaining about no one doing shit except for him. but he does like a bit of high culture and is also a heavy heavy sports guy. his dating life is a mess. he’s not out to his family but they’re all semi-estranged anyways and he only really speaks to his brother (who is an investment banker).

i do think francis has a lot of exes. not from like serious relationships but he definitely gets around & also probably has quite a few semi-established ‘seeing someone’ situations at various points. i feel like theyre pretty varied except in a socioeconomic sense. definitely some dubious set-ups when he was in his late teens. several ‘straight’ guys. a couple he’s actually friendly with. the clandestine boston rich homosexual dating scene is probably fairly incestuous. kim was probably one of his longest relationships but i think in typical francis style it was a bit up and down / let’s not talk about it (<- various underlying issues) even before the deus ex grandfather.

and sorry about your exam. but thanks for the diligent readership.

[dahliaxreed]

Dahlia Reed | 28 | PR Manager at Left in Stitches | Witch | Heterosexual/Heteromantic | Downtown

Powers: water manipulation, duplication, familiar manifestation, omnilingual

+ Dahlia Reed (you can call her Dee, but only if you’re family or a close friend) is the youngest of the Reed family, but don’t you dare ever put her in last place anywhere else because her pride might actually implode.

+ She hasn’t left Lunar Cove since her mother packed up their things and hauled the entire family here from Boston when she was about six years old to protect them from their father Silas, who had decided to dabble in some Dark Magic. She hasn’t had much desire to explore anywhere else, certainly not for long periods of time. The unknown is really not Dahlia’s favorite thing, so venturing out into the outside world and away from the protection of Lunar Cove (which she’s really questioning given all the murder lately, but I digress) is really not too appealing to her.

+ She’s a people pleaser, but only really for those who are in positions of authority or power. She does care entirely too much about what people think and how she’s perceived, which makes her come off pretty shallow (and sometimes she just is, but like most things, there’s more than meets the eye). Ultimately though, she can be a real social chameleon and suss out exactly what you might be wanting her to say, think, do, or feel, because she also really despises not being liked.

+ Her mother used to be the little birdy whispering in her ear what to do all the time, and now that she’s lost out on Supreme to her older sister, the woman doesn’t seem quite as keen to do so, and Dahlia’s almost feeling a little aimless at the moment as a result.

+ Right now, she’s a PR Manager for a smaller fashion company – mostly, she’s just molding their public image and managing social media posts, things of that nature. Who better to do the job though?

+ Not too long ago, her last long term boyfriend left her for someone else right when she was sure he was about to propose, so that really put a dent in her ten year plan. For the first time since she was probably fifteen years old, Dahlia has been single for longer than three months, and she still feels…weird about it. She’s trying this whole independence thing out, which isn’t really going wonderfully, but she supposes it is better than rejection and pain, so?

+ She really is no good at being alone, though. Thankfully, she’s able to at least conjure a familiar to keep her company (and do her bidding when she’s feeling nosy), but she does try to keep her friend roster pretty heavy – even if those friends are mostly kept at a distance with a small handful that have seen what Dahlia would call her more “pitiful” side. (That’s the one that sometimes wears sweatpants and messy buns and cries at jewelry commercials – I know, the horror.)

+ This is not really a friend you want to take out on spontaneous outings, and she really doesn’t love anything that makes her feel out of control in any way – so drinking and things of that nature are also pretty rare for her to do in anything but moderation. I swear she’s not just a boring stickler for planners and rules, but she just really hates thinking something could veer off course and go horribly awry. Messy is not her thing.

+ She can definitely be materialistic – she will splurge on a Gucci lipstick for the packaging aesthetic and buy an overpriced Louis Vuitton handbag. She believes there are certain things worth paying more for, thought weirdly enough, food is not really one of them. She’d rather eat at a food cart in the city than the fanciest restaurant (probably because she’s embarrassed to admit she has no idea what fork to use, but I digress).

+ Deep down, Dahlia really cares about more than just herself. Anyone that’s truly close to her knows she’s all or nothing at the end of the day in every part of her life (nothing Dahlia Reed has ever done has been done halfway), and the people in it are included in that. Her heart is either fully invested in you, or she just doesn’t care that much what happens to you one way or another beyond a “oh that’s too bad that happened to them, how tragic” kind of way. She has to keep it that way, otherwise the flood gates open and she’d probably be a weeping, emotional mess all the time.

[ch3rryb0mb3rr]

Fun language fact, different areas of the U.S. have different dialects. Large cities are WAYYY different from each other. Thats why in south you here people say 'ya'll' and why people in boston pronounce their vowels differently

Its why we have the valley girl/jersey accent.

Also abt the 'us has no culture bs'. We do, actually.

Our culture is the nail tech that a girl goes to every 2 weeks, and now she's a family friend. She's the godmother of a beautiful baby girl

Our culture is the huge ass family reunions that take up and entire block for a gma's 99th birthday in Socal.

It's the little garden at a run-down school that's barely hanging on but has a keeper with a heart of gold.

It's the hispanic grandfather who seems to know everyone at any restaurant that he goes to.

It's china town and the little shops that line the streets. The colorful scarves hanging for display, the plants, and sometimes turtles you can buy.

Our culture is the neighborhood events like trunk or treating

Our culture is MUSICAL THEATRE. Ya'll quite literally wouldn't have hamilton or six or heathers without Broadway.

Its in the midwestern mothers macncheese casserole thats been passed down for generations.

It's that one girls sour-dough starte that's been around since Manifest Destiny'

Our culture is a beautiful mosiac of anyone who has ever set foot in the U.S., everyone who decided that they wanted to come and find a better life here. And to deny it, such is horrible.

U.S. culture is found in every nook and cranny if you bother to look. But fuck all americans i guess.

(And also, when u say americans, you're talking about the Americas. So that also includes all the way from canada to argentina. )

San Diego Miku.

[readingforsanity]

A New Lease on Death | Olivia Blacke | Publishing in 2024 | ARC

In this darkly funny supernatural mystery about an unlikely crime-solving duo that launches a commercial, unqiue and genre-blending series, death is only the beginning.

Ruby Young's new Boston apartment comes with the usual perks. Windows facing the brick wall of the next-door building. Heat that barely works. A malfunctioning buzzer. Noisy neighbors. A dead body on the sidewalk outside. And of course, a ghost.

Since Cordelia Graves died in her apartment a few months ago, she's kept up her residency, despite being bored out of her non-tangible skull and frustrated by her new roommate. When her across the hall neighbor, Jake Macintyre, is shot and killed in an apparent mugging gone wrong outside their building, Cordelia is convinced there's more to it and is determind to bring his killer to justice.

Unfortunately, Cordelia, being dead herself, can't solve the mystery alone. She has to enlist the held of the obnoxiously perky, living tenant of her apartment. Ruby is twenty, annoying and has never met a houseplant she couldn't kill. But she also can do everything Cordelia can't, from interviewing suspects to researching Jake on the library computers that go up in a puff of smoke if Cordelia gets too close. The roommates form an unlikely friendship as they get closer to the truth about Jake's death...and maybe other dangerous secrets as well.

Cordelia Graves has been "damned" to spend eternity as a ghost. Shortly before Christmas, she died, though she has no recollection of doing the deed, supposedly having killed herself with a cocktail of alcohol and drugs. After not being found for a week, she now has a living, breathing roommate living in her apartment. Ruby Young is 20 years old, and is thrilled to be living in a "haunted apartment". The two of them begin corresponding through the only ways that Cordelia can.

These two unlikely friends have taken it upon themselves to begin investigating the death of their neighbor, Jake. Jake lived across the hall from them, and was found in the cold and snow one evening. His cause of death? A gunshot wound to the head. Jake's ghost does manifest itself to Cordelia, but only for a short while. Jake himself didn't believe in ghosts, and thus he went to wherever the deceased went when they didn't believe in ghosts.

The police don't really investigate Jake's death, believing it to be a mugging gone wrong despite him not having his wallet on him, which was later found inside of his apartment, and his cell phone was still in his hand when his body was discovered that morning.

The two "investigators" begin questioning anyone and everyone they can regarding Jake's death. They learn that he was a ladies man, and that he had reportedly cheated on his good friends sister with a woman named Shannon, whom is later found to be living inside of Jake's apartment despite not being on the lease. Regardless, Ruby strikes up a sort of friendship with her.

There are indications that Cordelia had some sort of shady past prior to her death, but other than a confirmed relationship with her boss, Adam, who is a married man, nothing is further said in regards to what might have happened to her.

In the end, Cordelia is the one who figures out exactly how Jake was lured out of his apartment during a massive snow storm in only a hoodie, pajama pants and fuzzy socks. When the bell rings to indicate that someone has shown up at the apartment, Ruby goes downstairs to grab the pizza that had supposedly been ordered for her. Cordelia understands that this is how Jake was brought downstairs without any of his belongings.

It is confirmed that while Jake is a known serial cheater, he wasn't the one cheating in this case. Instead, it was Shannon and she is married to the pizza guy from the local mom and pop place. Arlo was abusive to Shannon, and therefore, she left him for Jake, hiding out at his apartment in the hopes of never being discovered. But, this didn't go as planned, as Arlo did locate Shannon, and in his attempt to be chivalrous, ended up being murdered during a snowstorm, and Shannon has continued to remain behind in his apartment attempting to evade her abusive husband.

Cordelia comes to Ruby's rescue, manifesting herself to Arlo by touching him, which is a way she is able to communicate with the living despite it being mildly painful for her in her death.

After the paramedics and police leave the scene, Ruby declares that she doesn't truly believe that Cordelia killed herself, that instead she was murdered and it was covered up to appear as a suicide, where the first book in this new series has come to an end.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Uh yeah, Izuru doesn't like Mikan because she tried to R*pe him multiple times....

Wh-Whoa whoa whoa, are you serious?!

I mean... this is Mikan were talking about, I mean sure she trips over herself a lot but this is... I can't even imagine Mikan doing this...

Well sadly it seems Izuru did say all this; pretty much Mikan put Junko's womb inside her and wanted to rebirth Junko Enoshima into the world given she can't live without her beloved and to do that she needed a sperm donor...

And sadly that donor she wanted was Izuru, he seem very uncomfortable and wanted to stay away from her which I can understand and told Hajime that due to Izuru; it would be safer that he doesn't work on Mikan as Izuru could get trigger and hurt her.

*sigh* Right, I... I guess Hajime can't help her but I suppose it be safer...

But I never heard anyone perform surgery on themselves like that, is that even possible?

Well yes it is, it's refer to as 'self-surgery' where it can be an act taken in extreme circumstances out of necessity, an attempt to avoid embarrassment, legal action, or financial costs, or a rare manifestation of a psychological disorder.

These surgeries are generally the least life-threatening. Sometimes people resort to self-surgery in the form of castration in an attempt to control their sexual urges, or due to gender dysphoria, one such example is Boston Corbett who had performed self-surgery earlier in life. He castrated himself with a pair of scissors in order to avoid the temptation of prostitutes.

 There's those like Evan O'Neill Kane carried out his own appendectomy in an attempt to prove the efficacy of local anesthesia for such operations. He is believed to have been the first surgeon to have done so. There was also Jock McLaren, Leonid Rogozov and even Inés Ramírez, a mexican women who perform a self-inflicted caesarean section during labor which she didn't have medical assistance.

So if asking, surgeries like those are possible and given Mikan was the Ultimate Nurse; it would make sense she would.

Hm, I guess she would know that then who are you inviting then? Is it someone from Future Foundation?

They are but here's the problem; it's... someone that has connections to the Izuru Kamukura Project and I'm worry Hajime might react pretty horribly...

His name is Kyoji Nakamura, he was Class 75-A's Ultimate Geneticist.

A Geneticist? What is that?

It's the study of genetics and family traits, meaning he works in the medical field with DNA, pretty much meaning that he would help with surgery and performing it.

And as say, his talent was use for the Izuru Kamukura Project, which means that Hajime will have quite the poor reaction...

Oh...Oh dear, that's pretty bad...I mean, I just hope it doesn't end with Hajime reacting violently or anything when he's here.

[sanjaylodh]

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A body with millions of diseases

Illness is the spark of life

every disease wants life

Like global warming, we are changing

Like global warming, we are changing

A body with millions of diseases

Illness is the spark of life

every disease wants life

Like global warming, we are changing

Like global warming, we are changing

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How to remove so much sweat

virus bacteria travel

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Hospital and Hospitality

Activity to make disease disappear

Fact Path and Background Medicine

Life is a tradition of some other day

Life is a tradition of some other day

Hospital and Hospitality

Activity to make disease disappear

Fact Path and Background Medicine

Life is a tradition of some other day

Life is a tradition of some other day

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Know friends, disease can kill patients.

we have often seen

Doctors give us the information about medicines to control the disease.

Well doctor, a lot of facts

Causes of illness also warn us

But doctors do not give medicine to sick patients.

The one who administers medicines also maintains hospitality.

Why is this hospital and hospitality important?

Improved patient satisfaction: Patients receiving excellent hospitality services during their hospital stay are more likely to feel comfortable and satisfied with their experience. This can manifest in better recovery rates and fewer hospital readmissions.9 May 2023

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Concept of Hospitality in Hospitals

Dr.Tarun KatiyarDr.Tarun Katiyar

Dr.Tarun Katiyar

Healthcare Leader focused on Design ,Build ,Finance and Management consulting

Published Jun 18, 2017

Healthcare and Hospitality, at the first sight they may seem to be two diametrically diverse industries but a closer look will reveal the common chord – both aim at customer satisfaction. And both industries measure this satisfaction in terms of tangible and intangible components. For instance, a patient has to ‘feel’ better in order to get better and this part needs the right ambience as well as the right amenities to be in place.

Healthcare marketing has also grown aggressive in seeking any possible edge to draw patients to a certain facility. One of the most recent healthcare hospitality trends involves labor and delivery units. Many maternity units have revamped their looks and services to mimic a hotel or spa environment. When considering where to have a baby, women are now being wooed by amenities more than medicine.

Other areas of hospital have also been made more comfortable for patients and guests. Many hospitals have changed the model of their dining facilities from a cafeteria to a more restaurant atmosphere. Hospitals are now required make any additional rooms constructed to be private rooms.

Amenities are not the only way hospitals are seeking to improve the patient experience. Employees are being taught to develop a strong sense of empathy which will enable them to better connect and care for patients and their families. Feelings, which create an experience, are being taught to be valued over efficiency.

But training employees on customer service is just one part of creating a culture of excellence in a hospital. Building a strong culture of excellent service takes time, but ultimately results in a better patient experience.

Redefining Hospitality in Healthcare for Positive Patient ...

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https://www.bu.edu › focusing-on-hospitality-in-hospitals

23 Oct 2023 — Hospitality is about building relationships and communicating in a way that is supportive and caring.

Why is hospitality important?

The Importance of Hospitality in the Service Industry

It's about making people feel valued and appreciated and going the extra mile to make them feel welcome. It sets you apart from the competition: In a competitive market, it's important to stand out from the competition. Providing excellent hospitality can set you apart from other businesses and create loyal customers.26 Dec 2022

Is hospitality and hospital management same?

Healthcare management deals with managing and overcome the health issues among the people & society of country. Health care management is a course related to medical or hospital related studies. Hospitality management is a course related to hotel management. Hospitality management is also known as hotel management.30 Jan 2018

live it love or pain

How to remove so much sweat

virus bacteria travel

die hard live

die hard live

live it love or pain

How to remove so much sweat

virus bacteria travel

die hard live

die hard live

A body with millions of diseases

Illness is the spark of life

every disease wants life

Like global warming, we are changing

Like global warming, we are changing

A body with millions of diseases

Illness is the spark of life

every disease wants life

Like global warming, we are changing

Like global warming, we are changing

live it love or pain

How to remove so much sweat

virus bacteria travel

die hard live

die hard live

live it love or pain

How to remove so much sweat

virus bacteria travel

die hard live

die hard live

Hospital and Hospitality

Activity to make disease disappear

Fact Path and Background Medicine

Life is a tradition of some other day

Life is a tradition of some other day

Hospital and Hospitality

Activity to make disease disappear

Fact Path and Background Medicine

Life is a tradition of some other day

Life is a tradition of some other day

live it love or pain

How to remove so much sweat

virus bacteria travel

die hard live

die hard live

live it love or pain

How to remove so much sweat

virus bacteria travel

die hard live

die hard live

Translate Hindi

प्यार या आहट यह जीना

कैसे निकाले कितने कितने पसीना

वायरस बैक्टीरिया करता है सफर

मुश्किल मरना जीना

मुश्किल मरना जीना

प्यार या आहट यह जीना

कैसे निकाले कितने कितने पसीना

वायरस बैक्टीरिया करा है सफर

मुश्किल मरना जीना

मुश्किल मरना जीना

एक शरीर जिनमें करोड़ों बीमारी

बीमारी ही जिंदगी की चिंगारी

हर बीमारी चाहते है जीवन

जैसे ग्लोबल वार्मिंग वैसे ही हममें बारी बारी

जैसे ग्लोबल वार्मिंग वैसे ही हममें बारी बारी

एक शरीर जिनमें करोड़ों बीमारी

बीमारी ही जिंदगी की चिंगारी

हर बीमारी चाहते है जीवन

जैसे ग्लोबल वार्मिंग वैसे ही हममें बारी बारी

जैसे ग्लोबल वार्मिंग वैसे ही हममें बारी बारी

प्यार या आहट यह जीना

कैसे निकाले कितने कितने पसीना

वायरस बैक्टीरिया करा है सफर

मुश्किल मरना जीना

मुश्किल मरना जीना

प्यार या आहट यह जीना

कैसे निकाले कितने कितने पसीना

वायरस बैक्टीरिया करा है सफर

मुश्किल मरना जीना

मुश्किल मरना जीना

हॉस्पिटल और हॉस्पिटैलिटी

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तथ्य पथ्य और नेपथ्य मेडिसिन

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जिंदगी कुछ और दिन की है परिपाटी

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तथ्य पथ्य और नेपथ्य मेडिसिन

जिंदगी कुछ और दिन की है परिपाटी

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पता है दोस्तों बीम���री मरीजों को मौत की घाट उतार सकता है

अक्सर हम देखे है

डाँक्टर बीमारी को कंट्रोल करने की दवाई का पता हमें दे देते है

वैसे डाँक्टर बहुत कुछ ��थ्य

बीमारी के कारण हमें आगाह भी करते है

मगर डॉक्टर बीमार मरीजों को दवा पिलाते नहीं है

यह दवा पिलाते वाली काम जो करता है वही हॉस्पिटैलिटी मेंटेन करता है

यह हॉस्पिटल और हॉस्पिटैलिटी क्यों जरूरी है

बेहतर रोगी संतुष्टि: अस्पताल में रहने के दौरान उत्कृष्ट आतिथ्य सेवाएं प्राप्त करने वाले मरीजों को अपने अनुभव से आरामदायक और संतुष्ट महसूस होने की अधिक संभावना है। यह बेहतर रिकवरी दर और कम अस्पताल में भर्ती होने के रूप में प्रकट हो सकता है।9 मई 2023

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अस्पतालों में आतिथ्य की अवधारणा

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डॉ.तरुण कटियार

हेल्थकेयर लीडर ने डिजाइन, निर्माण, वित्त और प्रबंधन परामर्श पर ध्यान केंद्रित किया

18 जून, 2017 को प्रकाशित

स्वास्थ्य सेवा और आतिथ्य, पहली नजर में ये दो बिल्कुल विविध उद्योग प्रतीत हो सकते हैं, लेकिन करीब से देखने पर इनमें एक समानता का पता चलेगा - दोनों का लक्ष्य ग्राहकों की संतुष्टि है। और दोनों उद्योग इस संतुष्टि को मूर्त और अमूर्त घटकों के संदर्भ में मापते हैं। उदाहरण के लिए, एक मरीज को बेहतर होने के लिए बेहतर 'महसूस' करना होता है और इस हिस्से के लिए सही माहौल के साथ-साथ सही सुविधाओं की भी आवश्यकता होती है।

मरीजों को एक निश्चित सुविधा तक आकर्षित करने के लिए किसी भी संभावित बढ़त की तलाश में हेल्थकेयर मार्केटिंग भी आक्रामक हो गई है। सबसे हालिया स्वास्थ्य देखभाल आतिथ्य रुझानों में से एक में श्रम और वितरण इकाइयाँ शामिल हैं। कई प्रसूति इकाइयों ने होटल या स्पा के माहौल की नकल करने के लिए अपने स्वरूप और सेवाओं को नया रूप दिया है। बच्चा कहां पैदा करना है, इस पर विचार करते समय महिलाओं को अब दवा से ज्यादा सुविधाओं से लुभाया जा रहा है।

अस्पताल के अन्य क्षेत्रों को भी मरीजों और मेहमानों के लिए अधिक आरामदायक बनाया गया है। कई अस्पतालों ने अपनी भोजन सुविधाओं के मॉडल को कैफेटेरिया से अधिक रेस्तरां माहौल में बदल दिया है। अस्पतालों को अब किसी भी अतिरिक्त कमरे को निजी कमरे के रूप में बनाने की आवश्यकता है।

अस्पताल मरीज के अनुभव को बेहतर बनाने के लिए सुविधाएं ही एकमात्र तरीका नहीं चाहते हैं। कर्मचारियों को सहानुभूति की एक मजबूत ��ावना विकसित करने के लिए सिखाया जा रहा है जो उन्हें मरीजों और उनके परिवारों के साथ बेहतर तरीके से जुड़ने और देखभाल करने में सक्षम बनाएगा। भावनाएँ, जो एक अनुभव पैदा करती हैं, उन्हें दक्षता से अधिक महत्व देना सिखाया जा रहा है।

लेकिन ग्राहक सेवा पर कर्मचारियों को प्रशिक्षण देना अस्पताल में उत्कृष्टता की संस्कृति बनाने का सिर्फ एक हिस्सा है। उत्कृष्ट सेवा की एक मजबूत संस्कृति के निर्माण में समय लगता है, लेकिन अंततः परिणाम बेहतर रोगी अनुभव के रूप में सामने आता है।

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आतिथ्य सत्कार क्यों महत्वपूर्ण है?

सेवा उद्योग में आतिथ्य का महत्व

यह लोगों को मूल्यवान और सराहनीय महसूस कराने और उन्हें स्वागत का एहसास कराने के लिए अतिरिक्त प्रयास करने के बारे में है। यह आपको प्रतिस्पर्धा से अलग करता है: प्रतिस्पर्धी बाजार में, प्रतिस्पर्धा से अलग दिखना महत्वपूर्ण है। उत्कृष्ट आतिथ्य प्रदान करना आपको अन्य व्यवसायों से अलग कर सकता है और वफादार ग्राहक बना सकता है। 26 दिसंबर 2022

क्या आतिथ्य सत्कार और अस्पताल प्रबंधन एक ही है?

हेल्थकेयर प्रबंधन देश के लोगों और समाज के बीच स्वास्थ्य संबंधी मुद्दों के प्रबंधन और उन्हें दूर करने से संबंधित है। हेल्थ केयर मैनेजमेंट मेडिकल या हॉस्पिटल से जुड़ी पढ़ाई से जुड़ा एक कोर्स है। हॉस्पिटैलिटी मैनेजमेंट होटल मैनेजमेंट से जुड़ा एक कोर्स है। आतिथ्य प्रबंधन को होटल प्रबंधन के रूप में भी जाना जाता है।30 जनवरी 2018

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एक शरीर जिनमें करोड़ों बीमारी

बीमारी ही जिंदगी की चिंगारी

हर बीमारी चाहते है जीवन

जैसे ग्लोबल वार्मिंग वैसे ही हममें बारी बारी

जैसे ग्लोबल वार्मिंग वैसे ही हममें बारी बारी

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हर बीमारी चाहते है जीवन

जैसे ग्लोबल वार्मिंग वैसे ही हममें बारी बारी

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हॉस्पिटल और हॉस्पिटैलिटी

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तथ्य पथ्य और नेपथ्य मेडिसिन

जिंदगी कुछ और दिन की है परिपाटी

जिंदगी कुछ और दिन की है परिपाटी

हॉस्पिटल और हॉस्पिटैलिटी

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तथ्य पथ्य और नेपथ्य मेडिसिन

जिंदगी कुछ और दिन की है परिपाटी

जिंदगी कुछ और दिन की है परिपाटी

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[ryanmeft]

Movie Review: The Holdovers

After the disaster of Downsizing, Alexander Payne has returned to what he does best: dysfunctional families. This time, they are not blood, but rather a misanthropic prep school teacher, his rebellious student, and the grieving mother who cooks the food. They are thrown together over the holidays when the student’s uncaring parents would rather vacation by themselves. The student is neglected, the professor is cantankerous, and the cook is barely holding it together. They each have their own stories, and we are never given every piece of any of them, which is how it should be. In life we never know everything about those around us, as much as we might think we do.

And indeed, the teacher, Paul Hunham (Paul Giamatti) has hidden layers that he is fine with no one knowing about. He is confronted early on about how standoffish he is, and he does not seem to be putting on a front at all when he says he does not care. He is expected to give students from wealthy families grades they didn’t earn so they can get into colleges they don’t deserve, a thing he will not do. Flunking one particular student winds up landing him the job of supervising the students who can’t go on winter break, and he is spectacularly unsuited to the task. He starts with five but ends up with one: Angus Tully.

Tully is the brightest student in the class, which, given his teacher’s strict standards, nets him a B+ on his final. He’s also by far the most rebellious, reacting as he is to a deceased father, an indifferent stepfather and a mother more concerned with her status than with him. He’s been kicked out of three schools, one more will mean a military academy, and his teacher has no problem telling him he doesn’t like him. I felt some of myself in the young man, and I know from experience that it is almost impossible not to rebel under such conditions. He is played with award-worthy precision by newcomer Dominic Sessa. Sessa knows the language, expressions and body movements of a High School student because he was a High School student when he was cast. A scene in which he leads Paul a merry chase throughout the school is vital, as Sessa has to shift from hostile to playful and back again several times in one sequence. This should be one of those rare times in which an unseasoned actor receives major award consideration.

This odd trio is rounded out by Mary Lamb (Da'Vine Joy Randolph), the school’s cook. She takes her job seriously, perhaps too much so, but she needs the outlet so that she does not spend all of her time grieving her 18-year-old son, recently killed in Vietnam. Randolph has more to do than simply moderate between the two extremes of conservative teacher and rebellious student. Her open grief, when it comes, is not a maudlin moment but a bit of emotional truth, as Payne and screenwriter David Hemingson recognize that pain often manifests itself quietly. She gets her one moment of abject misery, recovers quickly, and does what so many of us must: pours her hurt into a project, namely her sister’s imminent baby.

I devote an entire paragraph to each character because I would watch a movie entirely about any one of them. I very much wanted to know what bits of them Payne and Hemingson had to leave on the cutting room floor. Those bits may be hidden in their environment. When an impromptu “field trip” to Boston becomes a therapeutic excursion for all three, we see that Mary’s sister’s home, an apartment on the fourth floor of a decaying building layered with icy stairs, is a refuge to her. The small rooms and close conditions, things we might consider limitations, grant her and her family the intimacy she seeks, and we keep that contrast in mind as Paul and Angus explore a seedy Boston dotted with dive bars and porno shops, a place where daylight is timid and snow is always dirty.

The real environmental star of the show, though, is Baron Academy, played by Groton, Northfield Mount Herman, Deerfield, and St. Mark's, all real New England boarding schools. With most everyone gone for the season and snow all around, the place is both a warm refuge and a dim prison. This really depends on who you ask, as the teacher sees it as home, the cook as a job, and the student as purgatory. I want to watch the movie again so I can appreciate the way the characters interact with the empty halls and quiet gymnasium. It is a combination of the alluring Hawaiian landscapes of The Descendants and the flat rural no-man’s-lands of Nebraska, a place that meets both extremes in the middle. I wanted to take a walk around it myself, preferably with these eccentric oddballs as my tour guides.

Verdict: Must-See

Note: I don’t use star ratings. Here are my possible verdicts:

Must-See

Highly Recommended

Recommended

Average

Not Recommended

Avoid Like the Plague

[jonathankatwhatever]

It’s 5AM on 20 Oct 2023. We previously described the basics of D-structure construction, that D-structure consists of a series of states we label D0, D1, etc., where D0 corresponds to a point, while D1 consists of a flailing arm + a point, meaning we take that flailing arm and add it to D0. This means either End of that flail counts 2 points compressed together to make an End. So within D1 is this action: when the flailing arm connects at one End, that triggers the same 1 and 0 counting as before, and thus the 0 at the other End is literally the D0. You can see then how D0 forms paths to each D1 connected to by the flailing arm, thus identifying each potential Pathway in the orbit of the flailing arm.

(Note to self: this is where group orbit comes from. Reach of operation. So you can see group operations as having ends where the orbit attaches, and I’m seeing a midline between two tensioned Ends, like a hand held up to my heart or between my shoulder blades as I extent my arms and lift my chest, so the group action across H/D’s, and thus the utility of a double cover. Also, I only yesterday realized that all I’m really doing is explaining the work we’ve done, which means it all becomes clear as we explain our drawings and methods.)

D2 forms with the same process: we add D1 to D1, and thus the D0 gets pushed out to the flailing arm attached to either End. That insures Pathways continue to root. A short digression here to note the word root there translates into the root of a square and thus of higher dimensional or larger exponent, if you prefer, constructions. You can see the process: as D0 connects at either End of any chain, that is the literal manifestation of the dimensionless conception of a point generating dimension by attaching to the open End of any chain of Ends connected in 1-0Segments. This is where linear algebra appears: you can see that what we call an Extent is at least an End. That is the minimum because that End only exists through this proces by which the dimensionless D0 attaches to any other dimensionless D0 to make an End.

The process by which this occurs is I//I and it appears here in various guises, such as Cauchy sequences and Dedekind cuts, and thus the epsilon-delta definition of a limit and the apparatus of 19thC advances in notation which treated this process using the notion of relative quantity. That is, there is always an epsilon, a gap, between the value of a number which attaches to a number and the counting quality of that number apart from value. This gap can be arbitrarily, meaning infinitely small, and that means you can formulate it as a process in which there is always an epsilon smaller than whatever gap or delta you can see in your head. Think of how you fixate on an image, on a word, on a concept.

I may be getting a bit off track here, but this is too important to not mention. This conception of chaining, when connected to the predicate forms we develop, describes how meanings expand and contract. I want to approach this through anecdote: I realized yesterday that I would hear and see words but then when I go to express those words, they don’t come out the same as I heard them. That is true as I type and the words come out differently than they appear in my head, sometimes almost simultaneously. I recognized I was hearing on one side, and expressing on the other, and thus this was I//I over my own mental space, meaning what I experience. I could see, hear, experience coming into me and the bounce off, the reflection is also a generation.

The motivation for this understanding, which is very deep, comes from Cruel Summer and my inability to get the image of cried like a baby coming home from the bar out of my head until it translated into this. The idea takes several forms, some visual and some intellectual. Like a bar is a rod, like the rod that wielded gives judgement and when wielded on you is judgement received. Like birth is a bar you cross, like the way they’d close off Boston Neck with a bar, so it literalizes to a baby coming home from being born over the bar you can’t uncross. Alcohol then takes on meanings from the water of life through the umbilical to the milk of life, which draws that metaphoric literalization of the human form so the 1 End of the cord becomes the 2 of the breasts as milk sources, the same lifeforce expressing 1 then 2.

I’m being told to look deeper into that because it will help with later construction. So we will. By the way, when I do this work, I identify as Joana. It’s the way this works. One reason came to me yesterday: if you draw a loop, say you to me to you, that would be F to M, internal shift, F to M. That puts 1-0Segments within each, and across in each of the 2 dimensions. That constructs a grid square. You can see the D4 in the 4 labels. This grid square is the fundamental one which connects 2T, 2 Things, where each Thing consists of 2T which represent the Ends which relate to external reception and expression versus internal reception and expression. It becomes significantly easier to visualize this when you see the attached flailing arms so this grid square process information received. As in, information received at the external End has to proces internally to the internal End, which then has to communicate back along the 1-0Segment to the End which actually expresses. As in, I can want to fly and I can flap my arms, but the odds are very, very high that this will not enable me to fly if I’m not a bird. That may sound silly but it expresses wishes versus capacity to achieve. The external End exists and processes from and into the universe of actual Things, including when alone. The internal End exists and process from and into the universe of complex Things, meaning those which we visualize, which we emulate or avoid, which we communicate outward so the external End can act. This process can be as magical as dance or as awkward as people who can’t dance dancing. Say it one way and I think of ballet dancers moving with lightness and strength and perfection. The other way suggests to me sweat, noise, being bumped into, awkward movements, awkward moments. And both are dance. So when Baryshnikov advanced male ballet, that extended the 1-0Segment of dance toward where it is today.

Look at another labeling: same order is now F to M to M to F to F to M to M, etc. Note how that makes a double 1 because now each Thing is now 1 and 1. That mean the 0 is hidden. Where? It has to be in the potential of the 1’s. Like you can build muscle or make breasts larger. Like you can act manly or girly. This means a lot of processing must occur versus the first arrangement where we know the chains End at the internal being opposite to external. You can see it: we need to construct Triangular to generate what a 1-0Segment does. We add the 0 Between the 1 of the exterior and the 1 of the interior so we can label the F or the M that is otherwise hidden, which means rotated behind the visible label. That rotation is extra. That gap is extra. So for the mathematical understanding to flow, my conclusion has been that it flows to me and through me in this process by which Joana is empowered through Jonny and that enables each of them to reach their full potential.

I’m being told to go back to bed. It’s just after 6AM. I hope to pick this up later. The one place that bothers me in this, to be clear, is the flail. It’s self-justifying through the D0-1//1-0 relation. You can see this in the external versus internal label assignments, which is rather amazing given how much rides on it. I should have expected that the single obsession on which the structure sits is the actual gist of the basic I//I relationship. As you see, I typed D0-1//1-0 which is an I//I Space that makes D2. That is the elemental dimensional combination. That relates directly to Recombinance as well.

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Into the Artie-verse (pt 1)

Getting to know Artemis before the Spider-Verse

• name is Artemis, has a twin brother named Artem, who (in some other universe) was meant to be his world's spider-man. But in the current universe their world is in, Artemis is bit by a spider on her fourteenth birthday, when her brother screamed at the site of the thin-legged spider that was on his paper-plate, flinging the spider onto Artie's cheek, where she was bit, before she smacked herself in the face, ultimately killing the spider. (Sad.)

• Artie was shocked - angry at her brother for flinging the spider her way (what a wuss), but mainly traumatized when she realised that there was a dead spider on her face. And yeah she killed it, but she didn't realise that because all she could think of was - spider guts - on my face - in my mouth (it wasnt) - EWEWEWewewewew!

• Artie barely noticed her powers that manifested - in truth, she did notice the difference in her horrible eyesight, but attributed it to hormones and, ugh, puberty.

• needless to say, she kind of liked puberty, if it meant getting abs overnight - she always liked to shove that in her twin's face, that she was stronger than him, but... her boasting only landed her in the labs getting her bloods drawn and tested for drugs - well, steroids, because surely, early-morning runs could NOT lead to the development of abs.

• it's safe to say that Artie's blood showed no levels of steroids taht could make her buff - though, the family doctor did note that her white blood cell count was high, which was indicative of an infection in the body, and having noted that the spider bite on her cheek had went down with little issue, the doctor only prescribed her a short course of antibiotics, and told her to come in for another blood test after a week. Artie, like so many people, didn't complete her course of antibiotics, and, feeling better than well, didn't end up going to to doctor. (She never saw the doctor again. Not because he died, no, but because she never needed to see a doctor - unlike her brother, who suffered from asthma, like her, but she didn't have an episode since... forever.)

• regardless, Artie only realised her strengths and powers when she tried to climb the bricked wall of the house her parents were in the process of buying when they were moving to Ireland. (First, Artie and her family moved to Ireland, that was around a week or two after she got bitten, because her dad's work placed him there. Then when Artie finished her schooling in Ireland, she moved back home, South Africa, for the holidays, before deciding she'd like to see the America's, and moved to Manhattan or Boston or wherever they offer some cool sciencey-pharmacological-ceutics university thingies. I'm not editing this. My brain is hectic.)

• during her stay in America, Artie found herself held at mig-point on more than one occasion. But hey, she was a South African, and she didn't really worry or frighten easily - how could she, when she could so easily kick a villain into the next soccer field? So, Artie, at the encouragement of her roommate (who had witnessed Artie easily kick the ass of the mugger into the next universe), told her and filled her head with fun ideals of becoming a superhero. And, also, it didn't help that Artie wanted a distraction from whatever she was studying... and not to mention, she needed a little something more engaging that watching Netflix when she wanted to Procrastinate. So, being a Superhero it is! Or was. But whatever, it was going to be fun.

• turns out, being a superhero was not fun - especially when she wanted to do the right thing, but there were both good, and corrupt police chasing her (and the criminal she was pursuing) down. So, instead of being a superhero, Artie decided to call herself a vigilante, and her room-mate (her name was Cas) was ecstatic because the whole vibes of a Vigilante being named Lady of the Night, was way better than the vibes of a Superhero having that name. (Artie only accepted and used that name because, keeled over with laughter, she said it made her sound like she was calling herself a whore in fancy terms. Her brother thought so too - but, he didn't know that she was the Lady of the Night.)

• life was fun, she supposed, when she didn't really try her best to be a hero, or a student, and instead did what felt like fun - like sitting on the roof of a police car while in a chase (She was the one they were chasing - the police car, but they didn't realize she was on their roof, and Artie shooting strings of web, here and there to buildings didn't help the poor police officers.)

• but Uni was beginning to wear her down, and her friend had gotten a little loose with her tongue at the various parties she attended, spilling bots about Artie's night life, here and there, leading to some complicated issues for Artie. (Of course, they didn't suspect Artie to be the actual vigilante that came alive only at night, but rather, they thought she was a slut- a whore, someone with little to no respect for herself. And so, they treated her that way. Which only led to Artie punching them square in their faces, or twisting their wrist and breaking their thumbs - because thumbs were important.)

• but that only led her to getting in trouble with the dean, which led to her getting expelled. Clearly, her good days were over, and her parents, who didn't know much about her university life, only the little that they learnt from her brother (that she was tired and woke up late and got into fights mostly with people on campus), were worried for her and told ehr to come home. (They thought she was on drugs, and while her father believed it would be a phase, her mother demanded that she come home and go speak to them - and if not them, then a therapist.)

• and Artie was a student who on a very, very tight pocket (because she mostly needed bandages and alcohol wipes for when she came back from a fight - and even spandex or latex or exercise tights, which, were expensive, by the way. But she tried to make them last, by patching up the stretches and holes with her web, which was organic and sturdy, so long as she was well-hydrated. But then too, groceries were expensive, and Artie, who usually forgot to eat unless her alarms or enemies reminded her - by kicking her ass when she fought them - found herself having to eat huge amounts of food in order for her powers to properly function.)

• so, going home sounded like a good idea - sleeping for free with a roof above her head, not having to worry about there being food on the table after a very, very long day at uni, and then a very long night ahead of crime fighting, and not to mention, being treated with care (and like a baby) while she went for therapy, which, she assumed, her parents would pay for? Well, Artie couldn't have asked for a better break.

• but it wasn't as good as it sounded. Her mother gave her chores. Her father sat on her head about what she wanted to do with her life - and the both of them? Well, they wanted her to actually go to therapy, not just give her the money for it. So life became hectic, and Artie found herself becoming depressed, because in all honesty, those people, with all their insults and rude insinuations, deserved way more than blackened eyes, broken noses or fractured thumbs - and she deserved way less than expulsion. Yeah, maybe a probation or suspension, but an expulsion? No way.

• so at the advice of her brother (Artem, who she rarely ever listened to, because they were twins), Artie went to therapy. And she held nothing back - especially, being a person over eighteen years old (she was around twenty two years old, in the last year of her studies), whatever she told the therapist could not be told to anyone, because breach of doctor-patient-confidentialoty would obviously cause issues for the doctor. And Artie... who told ehr therapist, Dr Zinkerman, that by day, she was a struggling university student, but by night, she was a vigilante who tried to do good.

• So Dr Zinkerman was pretty cool, even when Artie threatened him with harm if anyone found out her secret identity, and they worked well together, with Artie listening to his advice, and Dr Zinkerman listening to her problems. They become something sort of friends - comfortable, the two of them, because Artie hadn't told anyone, besides her roommate, what her secret identity was,not even her twin, and yet she ended up telling Dr Zinkerman in a moment of, "I just need to get this off of my chest and you're contractually bound not to open your mouth to anyone else, so..."

• so they became friends, and Dr Zinkerman knew some people at the university that she went to, and because they were friends, and Dr Zinkerman had no kids, he decided to make Artie his nepo baby, and managed to get her a place in the university. Of course, there were strings attached, what with Artie having to get a certain grade in all of her modules (which honestly made Artie want to die), among other things, but Artie was grateful, especially since it meant going back to America, where the crime was rife, and Artie found much purpose in her alter-ego.

• her therapy sessions still continued, even when she reached the age of twenty five, and she completed her degree, and decided to work as a locum in a pharmacist (or I can't remember what she studied but she studied something nice where she could choose her working hours), which was perfect, because that meant she had enough time of the day to herself, and enough time of the night to kick ass.

• but the good stuff didn't take that long to last... because Artie found herself competing for a job that offered better pay and privileges, against her old roommate. Safe to say, Artie didn't get the job, and she had a feeling it was because her roommate brought up her old Uni records of punching a couple of guys and then getting expelled. Artie was not pleased. And she was partly Irish, so she declared war on her roommate... (and by war, I mean, Artie threatened her not so subtly, which led to more issues.)

• her roommate exposed who she was - Artie whatever her last name was, was actually the troublesome vigilante, the Lady of the Night.

• shit hit the fan, and Artie managed to get another law-fighting superhero to take on her case, when no one wanted to, because, well, Artie wasn't sure... maybe it had to do with the fact that the last time she fought some bad guys, she accidently caused more harm than good, when a tanker of acid or toxins fell in and poisoned a body of water. Yeah, Artie hated herself for a good while after that, and gave up fighting crime... before she spoke about it in therapy, and when Dr Zinkerman had her come up with a list of Pro's and Con's of being a superhero-slash-vigilante, she was asked if it was better to be the only person to help someone in need, or was it better to be among the people who turned a blind eye to a person in need.

• and while Artie didn't quite like people in general, she had a soft spot for people in need... so, she decided to say fuck off to her old roommate... and she went to court.

• but then her brother pitched up in court on the day she was meant to present herself - wearing her... suit? Which confused her greatly, until he started speaking in a very effeminate voice. He (somehow knew her identity? And while he was pissed off at her, afterwards, for having kept it from him, he) saved her life that day, proving that she was, in fact, NOT the slinging lady of the night, and was 9n fact, just your regular Boston/New Yorm/American citizen. (Of course, her brother got arrested, and was taken to the county prison, but he was broken out by some friends of his from Hell's Kitchen - or, well, rather than being broken out, he was actually kidnapped. Which led to Artie having to save him.)

• she had a somewhat good life after that, learning what it meant to be a superhero, and what it meant to NOT be a vigilante, even though she was more inclined to being a lawless person, she found that there was something sweeter to being called a superhero... while there was something equally spicy in being called a vigilante. (Her brother actually told her that if she was both, which she was, then that would make her an anti-hero, but she ignored him on that, as she did most things.)

• her being a vigilante/anti-hero didn't save her from the heart ache that came from being a superhero. She lost some friends (her asshole roommate was someone she did not count among them), and lost some mentors (the nice police officer who she was so sure knew her identity, but didn't tell anyone, only giving her hints and tips regarding... well, crime-fighting and er - life? - in general) and, afraid she was going to lose some family too, Artie kept them all at arm's length.

• but her brother listened to her only as much as she listened to him, which led him to nearly losing his life on plenty occasions, before the most recent one, where he was being choked by a thing piece of iron, led to him losing his voice, and uh, nearly his head.

• Artem ended up helping Artie from the shadows, then, making her a smart-watch with neat tracking/map apps that he create, because he was one of those nerdy, tech-ish genius characters, who like, hacked into NASA for fun. (Except, he didn't hack into NASA, that was a little too scary for him - but, he did hack into the police department and managed to listen into each of their calls, whenever he could, notifying Artie as fast as he could using the watch he made her.)

• the two of them decided it was okay like that - rarely ever meeting in person in the day, or at night, only ever conversing through video calls, because Artem himself had beef with the gangs from the poorer parts of wherever they lived. (Something about... Artem accidently stealing drugs or money from them? And not being able to pay it back because he used it all up? But apparently, it wasn't Artem, and was some other guy who looked - or, well, was dressed eerily like him.)

• now anyways, clearly, the losses that Artie faced in life (turns out her roommate wasn't one of her friends who died... she just fell out of grace with her, which was, sad, that she wasn't dead, and still alive, unlike a few close friends of Artie's), had an impact on her relationship with people. She became afraid of becoming too close to people - forming attachments, because any more losses of the ones she was attached to, would have sent her over the edge. And she was nearly sent over the edge every time the officer she was friendly-ish with, nearly die, from like, a gun-shot wound, or getting driven over, or getting pushed off a bridge for some fucked up reason.

• so Artie ended up a little lonely, only getting a cat and a bird, (an African grey, because they could speak), who got into the worst of fights, which made Artie a somewhat expert in breaking them up... I say somewhat because she mostly ended up covered in pecked skin and scratch marks and some patches of where hair used to sit on her head -

• (the African grey actually once clawed at her eye, missing it narrowly, but drawing enough blood that she was taken to the emergency room by her angry neighbour, because cats and birds were NOT allowed, which led to her getting stitched across her brow and brow-bone. Artie was sad, because she used to cover only half of her face with a mask, but now, the scar would give the police a better idea of who she was... so she either had to cover the top half of her face, or the entire thing... which Artie wasn't too keen on doing, so she just changed her mind and made a bunch of different type of face masks to match her mood for the day.)

• the most common types of criminals that Artie took to dealing with were the petty criminals (at the start of her career), but then, it escalated to bank/heists, and then kidnappings, where people were held for ransom. She decimated them, always, which was probably why the police didn't like her very much - but the people she helped... they liked her, enough that they made a donation box in her name - donation for what, to where? She wasn't sure, never daring to go near it in case it was a trap by... someone else.

• but still, Artie felt nice that there were some people who liked her, strangers, who wouldn't get hurt if she let herself get attached to them from afar.

• the other types of criminals she dealt with weren't necessarily - well, they weren't people who she'd call her main enemies. Rather, they were enemies of other heroes, who, when hearing they were in a scuffle or a fight (mostly in the early hours of the morning, when Artie wanted to get some extra hours of sleep, but couldn't because of all of that unholy noise), she decided to enter it and silence them both. (She didn't kill them, but just hurt the both of them enough so that they could shut up, before telling them resume their fight in the waking hours.)

• of course, that didn't always work out well for her, because there were certain bad guys that didn't take to getting beaten up very easily... especially by a mouthy girl like her - so, she often decided to actually team up with other heroes (or vigilantes, because they did some illegal stuff too), to bring the bad guys down. Most of the time it worked. And when it didn't work, Artie mostly found taht she'd have to drag her bloodied, tired, war-torn body, along with a whole other one, away from the fight and to safer grounds, where they could rest, and heal - and where the other battered hero/vigilante could convince Artie to help bring down the bad guy, when she moved to leave.

• and, well, that was who she was - a person who started fights, took part in fights, ended fights. A person who sadly knew the reality of being a hero, and what it meant to save and lose someone. She wasn't a villain, she wasn't a hero. But she was (a villain/a hero) when she eneded to be. And Artie was alright with that. If it made the world a better, safer place, then she was alright with that. She could live with it. She had to, because if she had powers - actual powers - and didn't use it to change her life (or another person's), then what was the use of being given it at all?