#mefic

[ferniliciousness]

Happy N7 Month!

This is my first November in the fandom and I am genuinely excited and looking forward to it. Which feels weird cause this is the first fandom I've ever really been a part of. Mass effect has definitely really helped me the last few months, and I'm so glad I've gotten to meet some pretty cool people in the process lol.

Anyway, enough of the sappy stuff, that's not what this is about lmao. I've started a few projects for the month and I am very excited to share the first one with y'all. I've been working on this for like a month now 😭 and I'm actually proud of it so I hope you enjoy ☺️

Prompt: Tension

TW: Suicidal inclinations

*why didn't I just say no? I should have just said no?* Gaia's mind is racing standing next to Garrus and looking out over the street below them. Sidonis is here, and Gaia has to watch Garrus kill him. She has to change his mind, she just has to. Otherwise, everything she believes about herself is true; she deserves to die, she doesn't deserve to live, and there is no hope for redemption. *I'm worse than Sidonis. I deserve so much worse than him. If Garrus can't spare him, can't offer him even an ounce of forgiveness, what hope do I have?* Numbness, that all familiar numbness she knows too well takes over her body. She hates it. She despises it. She wants it to just go away, go away and let her feel again, feel the pain, feel the despair, feel the guilt. To suffer. Resting on the railing, her hands shake. Her heart races as she scans the crowd below her. She finds Shepard and then she sees him, the man who has betrayed them. *No, no, no, I can't let him do this, I can't. There has to be hope, there has to be a chance for me. God, please Garrus, please, show me I can still do good in this world. Show me you would forgive me, show me you would give me a chance. Please Garrus, I'm running out of hope.*

"There he is." Garrus' voice snaps her back to reality. Her lungs gasp, the breath she was holding finally escaping. Her knuckles turn white as her nails dig into her palm, begging her body to not give up, to keep feeling, to keep hoping. Even as she turns to Garrus and sees his determination, sees the anger in his eyes, she has to hope

"You're in my shot. Move to the side a bit so I can get him." Gaia knows if Shepard moves Garrus would not hesitate to pull the trigger. She can see his hands trembling, and notices his mandibles twitching, but she can't tell if it's from anger or anxiety. She hopes it's him questioning, rethinking all of this. "Shepard" his name escapes her, begging, pleading with him to not let Garrus do this. Her eyes follow the barrel of Garrus' rifle, down to where Sidonis stands in front of Shepard and she can't help but imagine. Imagine it was her at the end of his scope, imagine him shooting her. But Shepard doesn't move and she can hear hope in her comm. "Sidonis, I'm here to help you." He was doing it, he was actually doing it. She cant believe it. "Dammit Shepard! If he moves I'm taking the shot! With or without your help." His harsh words surprise Gaia. Garrus never speaks to Shepard like this. Gaia painfully listens to Sidonis explain, how the blue suns captured him, tortured him even. How much regret he feels for what he did. She knows all to well how he feels, the pain and guilt he's going through. She's angry at him, just like Garrus, but she can't blame him. Not when she is no better then he is. "It's up to you Garrus, I'm letting you decide this one. Kill him or dont." Shepard moves to the side while Sidonis stands still, defeated. The choice hangs heavy in the air and Gaia knows she has to say something, she has to try. "Garrus don't! Please, please don't. The guilt will cause enough suffering, you don't have to do this." Stepping forward in a rush, she can't help but reach a hand out towards him. As her heart is pounding in her ears she's barely even thinking. "What!" His head snaps to look at her, his mandibles flare, showing his teeth. The suddenness makes her pause but she doesn't back away. "Gaia, you of all people should want this. You were there, you saw what happened, you saw what his actions brought US! Our friends were killed. Because of him." His anger touches her heart in a way he will never know. It pushes her back, not out of fear, but sudden shame. It forces her to step back, away from him, but she can't bring herself to look away. She meets his anger and lets it burn inside her, adding to the hatred she already feels towards herself. "Garrus, please." No one moves, no one speaks, they all just stand in the dense quiet, the air thick with tension. Finally, Garrus turns to face Sidonis again. "I... I... Fine, just... just let him go."

Gaia stands perfectly still, not looking away from Garrus for a moment. She desperately reads his face, trying to decipher any emotions from him that she can. But all she finds is the Turians frantic attempt at hiding them. His mandibles won't stop fluttering, and even through her translator she can hear his rapid clicking. And worse yet, he refuses to look at her, yet, she can't look away. "Why? Why did you do that?" His voice is trembling with confusion. But she can't say anything. He wants answers, no. He deserves answers. But the most she can do is stare up into his eyes, while her own glaze over. She retreats into herself, hiding in the security of chaos that is her emotions, so that he can't see. "Gaia no!" His hand on her shoulder snaps her out of her escape. "No running away, not this time. You're going to answer me dammit." Hot air hits her face as he sighs. "Don't... Don't you think he deserves it? Don't you think that... That everyone... Everyone that died that day deserves justice? He killed them." Garrus chuckles, his eyes now just as lost as Gaia's a moment ago. "He betrayed all of them. His death would have paid for that. Doesn't.... Doesn't someone have to pay? Doesn't someone have to make it all right?" His hand let's go of her. *No, no, no, don't let go! Don't slip away from me! I can't! Garrus I can't!* She watches as his hand returns to his side, and all hope of moving forward goes with it.

"Then shoot me Garrus. Kill me. Let me pay." Gaia shoves her pistol into his chest, catching him by surprise while her eyes lock onto his. Wide eyes meet hers, full of confusion and worry. He tries to take a step back, but Gaia hooks her hand into his armor, holding him in place. "I have been the cause of so many deaths, deaths of innocent people. I have so much blood on my hands, blood spilt because of my actions." Her eyes never leave his, reflecting an honest guilt and a long-felt resolve. "I have cheated, stolen, lied." Gaia takes another step closer to him, pointing the barrel of the pistol to her chest. "I have betrayed people who trusted me, people who cared about me." The words came out calmly, years worth of turmoil and pain simmered down into Gaia's heartfelt belief in herself. Pointing down to where Sidonis had stood only moments before, "If he is deserving of this, then I am deserving of so much more. If someone has to pay for it, let me." Tears threaten to spill from her eyes, but her voice never falters. Garrus tries to carefully pry the gun away from her, but her own fingers threaten to set it off. They both can hardly breathe, but even in the brief moment of silence, Gaia's hands just hold tighter to the pistol. "You say you believe in justice, in righting wrongs against innocent people. So show me Garrus. Show me. Pull that trigger and bring justice to me. Let me make it right."

Garrus tightens his grip around her hands, pushing on her palm, trying to get her to let go. Gaia could feel gentle thrums through his chest, his way to try and calm her down. Her fingers slip away from the trigger, his large hands gently guiding them away as he takes hold of the gun. Her body feels numb, and the world around her is quiet, she barely even notices him doing it. "Gaia. I.... I'm not going to shoot you." His mandibles click, quickly chattering against his cheeks. "I can't.... I don't know what you think you did, or why you think you deserve this, but this isn't your crime to pay for." The silence between them can almost be touched, as they stand in front of one another. Gaia's arms slowly fall to her side, letting go of his armor. "You ok?" Garrus' words finally breach the quiet. He wants to know, to understand. Gaia doesn't even know herself, but she doesn't want him to worry. "Yeah" a weak smile is all she has to offer him, and he sees right through it. "Gaia" The question behind his words is evident but Gaia has no desire to answer him, even if she knows she will eventually. "No. I'm not talking about it. Not right now." Gaia looks over the railing at the crowd walking below them, oblivious to everything that had just occurred. The tension between making the air feel thick. Gaia hears Garrus' hard sigh, he must still be upset, just as her emotions were still on a high. "Alright." Leaving it at that, Garrus walks behind her, pulling her rifle off of her back, before continuing down the walkway. Surprise pulls Gaia out of the awkwardness. "Hey, I said I was ok didn't I?" She jogs to catch up with him, his long strides covering much more distance than her. "I never said you weren't." He was upset, angry even, that was clear, but Gaia knows, he still cares. The realization hits her, standing in the street watching him walk back. She doesnt understand why or how he does, and she thinks that she never will, but she is grateful for it.

[paintingskyblutf2]

i have ubersaw now. fear me.

[fortloser]

Oh mein gott in himmel! You captured my likeness to a T!! Your usage of water colors is most impressive and is very pleasant to my eyes, which is not something I can say about a lot of art these days... Thank you so much for this wonderful piece of art, I must print it out and place it somewhere in my medbay!

Stay healthy my friend!

With kind regards, medic <3

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HOLY CRAP, YOU MADE ME LOOK FREAKIN' AWESOME!! This is gonna make the other guys so jealous!! I've never actually had someone draw me before so uh,, thanks a lot dude! I'm totally keeping this drawing and there's no takesies backsies!

//This is your buddy scout signing off!

Here is some fanart for the lovely medic and scout from fort loser <3

thank you for letting me draw you guys ^^ @fortloser

[fawndollie]

do you have any pixels with a pink mefical/nurse theme? :3

NURSE★GIRL

[voxofthevoid]

New Wednesday, new mefic! Nicknaming this one Demon/Hunter Horror Wednesday #1—you'll be shocked to hear it has demons and demon hunters and horror. It's sukuita+goyuu, but the first several chapters will be solely sukuita. Gojou won't show up till around halfway through.

On top of this being my first (modern) fantasy AU for JJK, I'm taking a stab at tropey horror. It'll shift into erotic horror and assorted fuckery quickly enough, but the first chapter is mostly scene-setting and foreshadowing. I'm trying to get better at creating a sense of place; it's something I enjoy a lot when reading but don't really focus on when writing.

Enjoy? Enjoy!

CWs for creepy churches and blasphemy.

He has the passing thought that Sasaki and Iguchi would have loved this shit, and then he’s pushing the door open, stepping into the church—and freezing, immediately.

“…Creepy.”

It’s not worse than the outside. Mostly because the outside makes this look like the kind of place where some of the weirder, bloodier stuff Yuuji’s seen in all those horror movie churches would actually happen. There’s no blood or bodies—at least not where he can see. But what’s there isn’t much better either.

There’s a long, narrow aisle leading to the altar, lined on both sides with lit candles.

Candle after candle after candle, with flickering flames that cast strange shadows on the walls. There are candles mounted there too, thicker ones with globs of wax both dried and dripping down the sides. They’re the only sources of light in the room, except for the moonlight pouring in through the large, uncovered glass windows behind the altar. And where the candles’ lighting is violently warm, the moonlight is cool and soothing. But their combined effect is just eerie, light and shadow twisting together strangely everywhere Yuuji looks—the walls, the floor, his own arms.

There are rows and rows of wooden pews on each side, all empty.

Yuuji squints at them, checking extra carefully to make sure they actually are empty. He can’t see anyone. And he sure can’t imagine why anyone would want to be here at this hour. This place is just—

“Brat.”

Yuuji yelps, jumping a foot in the air. He backs off the moment his feet touch the ground, except he just rams his back into the half-open front door, shutting it behind him with a resounding crack.

“Shit,” Yuuji gasps, pawing blindly at the wood till his hand finds and clutches metal. “Who the hell’s there?”

“You,” says the same voice as before, coming from a thick layer of darkness near the altar, where neither candlelight nor moonlight penetrates, “came into my church.”

“H-huh?”

A figure melts out of the shadows—a man, tall and broadly built, his face a sharp-angled thing with strange shapes on it.

It takes Yuuji a very long moment to realize that the shapes are tattoos, not just shadows.

The man comes closer—and closer and closer, till he’s filling out the aisle, the hem of his dark, flowing outfit dangerously close to the flickering flames of candles.

Yuuji’s tempted to hold up an arm, ward him off from coming any closer, but he’s just as tempted to throw the door behind him open and book it. He can’t help scanning the man either, assessing his build and the way he holds himself and the space between them, and his own body winds tighter in response, the tension in it changing shapes.  

As if sensing it, the man’s face twists into a sneer; there’s ink under his mouth too, dark lines that slope along his jaw to end in crescent curves under his eyes.

“Who are you?” Yuuji asks, more mystified than anything now.

“Are you stupid?” the man asks, giving Yuuji a look that makes it clear what he thinks the answer is. “You’re in a church, brat. What do you think I am?”

Yuuji blinks at him. Then he looks, really looks, taking in everything he tuned out in his shock earlier. The man’s clothes are dark all over—black, for sure. The upper half is practically molded to his torso, showing off shoulders and pecs that threaten to burst out of the restraining fabric. There’s a high collar too, covering his neck almost entirely. But the lower half is loose like a skirt, the hem almost touching the floor, and Yuuji doesn’t know what this thing is called, but he definitely recognizes it.

“I didn’t know priests could have tattoos,” he says dubiously. “Or swear. Is that allowed?”

The man’s mouth curls up at one corner, the expression anything but pleasant. “And if it’s not? Who the fuck are you gonna complain to?”

“God?” Yuuji ventures.

“You see any god here, brat?”

“It’s a church.”

“And?”

Yuuji opens his mouth and closes it. What the hell can he say to that? Plus, the guy’s right in the most literal sense too. He can’t actually see anything…godly around. There’s an altar, sure, but there are no paintings or carvings anywhere near it. The windows behind it are plain glass, without any colorful images of Jesus or whoever. And Yuuji’s familiarity with the insides of churches is also limited to stuff he’s seen in movies or manga, so this could be normal for all he knows.

But it’s still a house of god, isn’t it?  

“You’re the new boy,” the man says suddenly. “I was wondering when you’d have the balls to show up.”

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“You tell me.”

Yuuji scowls and takes a step toward the man, finding they’re already closer than they were when the man stopped moving. Yuuji doesn’t know when he unflattened himself from the door and moved forward, but there’s only a few feet of space between them now, and he can see the man’s features much more clearly.

And his hair is a dark peach in the dull golden light of the candles, but Yuuji’s seen himself in that kind of dim lighting enough times to know what it does to bright-pink hair.

It’s a stupid little detail to notice given…everything else, but somehow, it’s the most unsettling part of this whole thing. Yuuji’s never met anyone else with pink hair, except for very vague memories of his dad back when he was alive. Even the pictures of his grandfather from before his hair turned grey showed a head full of thick red hair, clearly related to Yuuji’s coloring but not really the same.

And it’s just coincidence, plus the priest might be sporting a different shade of pink—but Yuuji has pretty good eyes, even in the dark. He knows that color. And he doesn’t like it.

“I…should go,” he hears himself say.

The priest doesn’t move, but Yuuji can feel his attention sharpen. It’s there in the air, like little knives.

“Leaving so soon?” the priest says softly; his voice grates Yuuji’s spine. “That’s not right. Especially after you came inside without permission.”

The hairs on Yuuji’s nape prickle, and he trusts his gut too much not to understand it as the warning it is.

But while Yuuji might run from some horror movie bullshit, he’s not fleeing from a creepy priest.

“You’re not really doing much to keep me here,” Yuuji tells him. “This place looks like something out of a shitty horror movie. What kind of a church is this?”

“Mine,” comes the reply, predictable somehow. “You’re here anyway.”

Yuuji can’t really deny that, but he doesn’t know what compels him to say, “Not my fault I had creepy dreams about it.”

A slow tilt of the head, a narrowing of the eyes. “Did you now.”

It doesn’t really sound like a question, but Yuuji still says, “Since I saw this place. Like it was calling me or something. Figured it’d go away if I just came here.”

“Calling you,” the priest echoes, his voice dipping further into something that turns every syllable obscene. “Who, brat? God?”

Yuuji waves it off irritably. The words are easy to dismiss, but the man’s voice clings to the inside of his skin. “I know it’s stupid, but I just needed to see.”

The priest huffs; the amusement brightening his expression only makes him look more cruel. He moves closer to Yuuji, his robes flirting with the candle flames, and more than once, Yuuji’s convinced that the hem will catch fire, but it never does, and the man comes to a gliding stop barely a foot away from Yuuji, looming over him with that cruel smirk.

This close, his eyes are a dull, deep red.

It must be the light.

Yuuji hopes it’s the light.

“A bold dreamer,” the priest says, his voice low and strangely rough—raspy, like it’s scraping up his throat. “Have you seen what you came to see?”

Yuuji wouldn’t know where to even begin to answer that.

He says, “I’m leaving.”

The priest says nothing, and when Yuuji takes a stumbling step back, he does nothing to stop him, only watching with eyes that gleam red around the candles reflected in them. Yuuji finds himself backing away without turning around or taking his eyes off the man, but those unblinking eyes and crooked mouth might just be worse than any unseen blow would be.

He finds the doorknob with the small of his back, hissing in surprise.

Call it pride or stupidity, but Yuuji can’t bring himself to open the door while facing the priest. Somehow, he just knows it’d amuse the bastard, and Yuuji refuses—a little too late but still—to give him the satisfaction.

He whips around and yanks the door open, stepping back—into a solid body that yields neither flesh nor space.

Yuuji freezes.

“Go on,” murmurs the priest. “Leave.”

[kikkiou887]

That's it, I cannot spend another second on this piece, I just want it finished

!fem mefic from this post, I'm not even going to ramble this time, all I'm going to say is I can finally sleep at night

Also, I got to admit, I missed posting tf2 content🤲

[fallenwhumpee]

LEA LEA LEA think about it. A mafia setting. The boss (a doctor) had taken in a child who became the Demon Prodigy and the youngest mafia executive at 15. He's a genius okay. But the boss has abused him, tortured him and had him subjected to such training also using mefical ministrations on him almost on a daily basis. Now this boy takes in another child. He is 17, the child he decided to protect was 15. This right hand (demon prodigy) begged the boss to keep the child alive because he would make a good asset to the mafia and that he would train him himself. So he trains the boy brutally, which makes him land up in the infirmary almost after every session. The prodigy's partner, the boy, everyone think he is so harsh and too brital with him. But boss isn't satisfied and asks him along with his mentee to come to his office. The mentee for the first time sees his brutal, cruel, stoic mentor on his knees bowing submissively. Thr boss takes his prodigy's clothes off, and the mantee sees the scars littering his mentors body. No matter how cruel or harsh, his mentor had never left scars on him. He watched as the boss whipped his mentor. He vould do nothing. The prodigy quietly took everything regardless of feeling the gaze of his mentee on him. He tells him after the punishment session that this should never leave the room and should absolutely not reach his partner's ears.

I know its a lil confusing so here are the characters again

1. Boss also a doctor

2. Demon Prodigy/Mentor/Right hand are the same people.

3. Partner is Demon Prodigy's partner.

4. The mentee is prodigy's mentees.

An🍨 for your thoughts?

~ 🐈‍⬛ <3

No no no don't give me any training whump I love those so much you'll give me ideas :)

Boss knows the limits of the body too well for the prodigy to get a break. Sick? They can go on until their fever became dangerous. Bleeding out? Boss knows that they still have time. Exhausted? Hydrate and continue. Everything will be patched up personally after the training. A neverending cycle of being hurt and treated but never severe enough to compromise them in the field.

Over the years, perhaps the prodigy wanted only one thing from the boss. They hadn't begged for their own, but they readily begged for the life of their mentee. They were desperate to ensure the mentee's survival, maybe because they saw so much of themselves in the mentee, or maybe simply because they didn't want the child to die.

And they kept the child alive with the only way they knew. But they weren't boss, they didn't know the limits too well. At least from experience, they knew what would scar or not. So they tried to train mentee, and they also tried not to mark mentee. Mentee wasn't theirs. Not the way they were boss'.

But as always, the boss wasn't pleased with the prodigy. And boss now had another excuse, mentee, to punch the prodigy. It's not really apparent to mentee until the boss decides that mentee has to learn what happened when one failed to use the given chance.

I have a feeling that mentee will be crying in partners' arms about what's happening to prodigy, which will soften partner's opinion about prodigy. Partner may try to make subtle attempts to soothe prodigy or go confront prodigy directly. In any way, prodigy will feel betrayed by mentee for that.

[snaillamp]

HEEYYYYY

Think about it. A mafia setting. The boss (a doctor) had taken in a child who became the Demon Prodigy and the youngest mafia executive at 15. He's a genius okay. But the boss has abused him, tortured him and had him subjected to such training also using mefical ministrations on him almost on a daily basis. Now this boy takes in another child. He is 17, the child he decided to protect was 15. This right hand (demon prodigy) begged the boss to keep the child alive because he would make a good asset to the mafia and that he would train him himself. So he trains the boy brutally, which makes him land up in the infirmary almost after every session. The prodigy's partner, the boy, everyone think he is so harsh and too brital with him. But boss isn't satisfied and asks him along with his mentee to come to his office. The mentee for the first time sees his brutal, cruel, stoic mentor on his knees bowing submissively. Thr boss takes his prodigy's clothes off, and the mantee sees the scars littering his mentors body. No matter how cruel or harsh, his mentor had never left scars on him. He watched as the boss whipped his mentor. He vould do nothing. The prodigy quietly took everything regardless of feeling the gaze of his mentee on him. He tells him after the punishment session that this should never leave the room and should absolutely not reach his partner's ears.

I know its a lil confusing so here are the characters again

1. Boss is also the doctor

2. Demon Prodigy/Mentor/ Right Hand are the same person

3. Partner is Prodigy's partner.

4. Mentee is the boy Prodigy took in and trained.

A cookie for you thoughts? 🍪💜

HEYYYY PORSCHE!

This is… so much and I love it. I absolutely love when mentors get whumped, especially after pushing their mentee hard. Also mafia setting? Yes. I never really liked mafia stuff (esp now that it’s a popular TikTok trope) but it has been growing on me, all that honour and ranking stuff, plus all the crime! This is all so good I’m running off into the dark with this in my teeth!

You get so many cookies! 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

[transfemzedaph]

i go to the pharmacy. they have had my medication there for two whole days already. i am told i have to wait for the pharmacist. WHY??? ITS ON THE FUCKING SHELF. YKNOW THE. THESE ARE READY AND HAVE BEEN CHECKED AND CAN BE GIVEN TO PEOPLE SHELF. THAT IS WHY I GOT A TEXT. WHY THE FUCK CANT I JSUT HAVE MY MEFICATION. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. and then she doesnt even offer to give me the other one that i got a text abt this morning. when i mention it shes like yep! two things! come back later!

[ferniliciousness]

Flash Friday??

Idk what to call it lmao

Otherwise known as an EXTREMELY LATE WIP Wednesday (cough cough)

Tagged by @westernlarch

If you see this and want to post something feel free ☺️

"Get out of my shop you Blue Sun of a bitch. I don't pay protection to anyone let alone the likes of your dumbass." Gaia's blood is boiling. She fearlessly walks towards the Blue Suns member standing in front of her small gun shop, her words shooting out with contempt. Her outburst draws the attention of onlookers from the street, and the area quickly quiets down as they watch the drama unfolding.

The Turian standing in front of her however, doesn't look happy. "What the hell did you just call me?! No solo little girl is going to get away with that." The Turian reaches for his weapon, having had enough of the humans insults. Gaia, without so much as a blink, lunges for the Turians gun, twisting it with both hands to force it from his grip while at the same moment kicking with all of her might right at the Turians knee. "Fuck you!" The Turian loudly exclaims, as his leg crumples underneath him. His gun goes skidding across the metal street, as Gaia pulls it from his grasp. "Tell your boss that I'm not interested in his offer, and I never will be." Her voice, low and gravely, is full of defiant anger. Walking back inside her small shop, she doesn't even wait for the Turian to acknowledge her, before leaving him in the dust. The Turian, now quiet, sheepishly leaves the market area. A few snickers from the crowd could be heard following him, but everyone quickly goes back to their business. This isn't exactly unusual for Omega.

[drlancasterpsychology]

LANCASTER.

ARE YOU FUCKING OKAY.

'm prfectly vne.

I dnt nyyd mefical t al

[alexbkrieger13]

I watch the wolfsburg game and every second minute it's a foul and a mefical break. One Leverkusen player has to be subbed csuse of a concussion...

Oh god another Argentina game

[imiadove2023]

Health is Wealth ital is vital Macka B shirt

Hopefully we’ll see the end of the Pandemic sooner if not later. Hopefully the Chief svience and Mefical officers with Sage provide honest accurate information,and that Govt imposes the most minimally required restrictions moving forward.It will then be for each individual to choose their own personal mitigations (if any) for themselves and underage minor children. Well done UK, at least you set the global trend . So impressed with how resilient people have been. I’ve been here in UK for 6 months and I have seen how fluid situations are being handled. Very progressive . 

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[kuteshirt]

The price is right Bob Barker 1923 2023 signature thank you for the memories shirt

Hopefully the Chief svience and Mefical officers with Sage provide honest accurate information,and that Govt imposes the most minimally required restrictions moving forward.It will then be for each individual to choose their own personal mitigations (if any) for themselves and underage minor children. It better be because being in healthcare is awful! People aren't getting the care they need in a timely fashion. It's causing a ripple effect of all kinds of issues. We can't lift restrictions because our healthcare system needs them in place until things get better because people choose to follow precautions. Well done UK, at least you set the global trend .

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[kashmirmonitor]

Saudi announces investment in movie industry at Cannes

The Saudi Cultural Development Fund has announced an investment in the movie industry at the annual Cannes Film Festival, Arab News reported. The launch of the first Film Investment Fund for local and international investors came in the wake of an announcement of an $80 million budget to champion local talent, development and production. The CDF has now partnered with MEFIC Capital and holding…