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Drinking tea can lower the risk of cardiovascular disease
People often say that drinking tea is good for your health and can reduce the risk of cardiovascular disease because of the beneficial effects of tea polyphenols on the body. But is there scientific evidence to support this claim? Tian Ying, Chief Physician of the Department of Cardiovascular Medicine at Beijing's Tiantan Hospital affiliated with Capital Medical University, will provide insight on this topic.
Does drinking tea really help reduce the risk of cardiovascular disease?
Yes, it has scientific basis. A study published in the Journal of the American Heart Association (JAHA) found that drinking tea can help reduce the risk of cardiovascular disease.
The study analyzed the relationship between changes in high-density lipoprotein cholesterol (HDL-C) levels in the blood of over 80,000 Chinese people and tea consumption over a six-year follow-up period.
The results showed that people who regularly drank tea had a slower decline in HDL-C levels and an 8% lower risk of cardiovascular disease. HDL-C is a "good cholesterol" that corresponds to "bad cholesterol" - LDL-C. LDL-C is easily deposited on the walls of blood vessels, causing atherosclerosis, while HDL-C has a protective effect on blood vessels.
In fact, this is all due to the action of tea polyphenols. Tea polyphenols are antioxidants that can be anti-inflammatory, change the viscosity of blood, reduce blood lipids, make blood vessels more elastic, prevent microvascular rupture, and long-term consumption can make the heart and blood vessels healthier, reducing blood lipids and preventing cardiovascular disease.
How to drink tea for cardiovascular health?
Green tea: Green tea has a higher content of tea polyphenols and can slightly lower the risk of cardiovascular disease in women.
Oolong tea: Oolong tea can lower the risk of cardiovascular disease in men more, and older people who drink tea regularly can greatly reduce the risk of cardiovascular disease mortality.
To achieve the preventive effect of cardiovascular disease, you should drink at least 3-4 cups per day, with each cup being 220-230 milliliters, and drink at least 4-5 times a week. Do not drink too much at one time, but drink tea continuously in small amounts every day.
Note: Drinking tea cannot replace the role of medication. It is only a method to assist in making our body healthier. If you have cardiovascular disease, you should still seek treatment from a specialized doctor in a hospital.
8 types of tea that should not be consumed:
1.Strong tea: Overly strong tea can cause discomfort to the heart because tea leaves contain caffeine, theophylline, and other substances. Also, if you drink a lot of strong tea, the tannic acid in it will react with the iron in food to form insoluble substances that will hinder iron absorption.
2.Moldy tea: Tea leaves become moldy due to contamination by microorganisms such as Aspergillus and Penicillium. The tea brewed from moldy tea leaves has no tea aroma and can cause harm to the human body, such as causing dizziness and diarrhea. Moldy tea leaves generally have white mold spots on the surface and smell damp and musty, especially when brewing. Tea leaves should be stored in a dry place to prevent mold.
3.Tea with odors: Tea leaves contain terpenes, which are porous and easily absorb odors from other things. Some odors may contain toxins, such as the odor of paint and camphor, which can harm the human body. Tea leaves should be stored separately from odorous foods.
4.Over-brewed tea: Brewing tea for too long not only gives tea a dark color and poor taste but also reduces the nutritional value of the tea due to the oxidation of vitamins and amino acids in the tea leaves. In addition, tea that has been left for too long is easily contaminated by microorganisms in the environment, making it unhygienic.
5.Raw tea: Raw tea refers to unrolled green tea leaves that are dried directly after withering. This type of tea has the same components as fresh leaves and has a strong raw green flavor. Elderly people who drink this type of tea are very likely to experience stomach pain due to its strong irritation to the stomach mucosa. Young people may also feel discomfort in the stomach after drinking it, commonly known as "stomach scraping." Raw tea should not be brewed directly. Instead, it can be put in an oil-free iron pan and slowly roasted over low heat to remove the raw green flavor. It can be consumed after a slight roast fragrance is produced.
6.Overheated tea: Tea is generally brewed with boiling water, but it should not be consumed when it is too hot. Otherwise, it may burn the mucous membranes of the mouth and esophagus, causing ulcers. Over time, it may induce oral or esophageal cancer.
7.Burnt tea: If tea leaves are over-roasted during the production process, they will produce a burnt flavor. This type of tea has fewer effective nutrients and the components that determine the taste of the tea are destroyed to a greater extent. It may also contain certain carcinogens.
8.Overnight tea: Overnight tea contains trace amounts of amino acids, sugars, and other nutrients that become nutrients for bacteria and mold to grow. In addition, various nutrients such as tea polyphenols and vitamins inthe tea will be oxidized and decomposed, reducing the nutritional value of the tea. Drinking overnight tea is not recommended because it may cause gastrointestinal discomfort and increase the risk of bacterial infections. It is best to prepare fresh tea each time you want to drink it.
Tips for drinking tea:
1.Long-term tea consumption can help reduce the risk of cardiovascular disease.
2.Drink at least 3-4 cups of tea per day, with each cup being 220-230 milliliters, and drink at least 4-5 times a week.
3.Drinking tea cannot replace the role of medication.
4.These 8 types of tea are best avoided: strong tea, moldy tea, tea with odors, over-brewed tea, raw tea, overheated tea, burnt tea, and overnight tea.
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why does everything get MOLDY SO FAST GGRRRRRRAAAHHHHHHHH
#.txt post#close enough#i was gonna have a lemon raspberry muffin with some tea and it was fucking moldy even tho i swear we got them like#2 days ago
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drawing is my singular passion
#hfjone charlotte#hfjone moldy#battle for dream island#bfdi leafy#battle for bfdi#bfb four#open source objects#oso diamond#inanimate insanity#ii lightbulb#ii soap#ii tea kettle#burger brawl#idr thj burgerbbrawl names </3#love of the s*n#lots crown#extraordinarily excellent entities#eee moonstone#paper puppets take 2#ppt2 plasma ball#omg. ok thats it. ok.#holy FJUCK#its 6nin the morning i cant take thiks
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Guys can I put my blahaj in the washing machine?
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I cannot remember which of these I posted or not sooooooooooooooooo
#tupper shinanigins#rockstar cookie#ananas dragon cookie#honey ant cookie#timekeeper cookie#chai tea cookie#prune juice cookie#timewrender cookie#moldy butter pretzel#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#cookie run au#cookie run oc
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Aawwee Angel is such a pretty name!! Also uhmmm odd question but do you have honey or no??
(me when i like honey in my tea)
I do indeed! :)
*She passes you a bottle of honey. It looks... a bit moldy at the top.*
#🪽🍄🟫 anon :)#anonvoid#📉 // no art! 3:#//EAT YOUR MOLDY HONEY‼️‼️‼️#//Mold honey with mushroom tea. Yum
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#ai art#ai artwork#ai artist#ai girl#ai generated#hi this is an anti ai post. i would say smth bad like jump off a bridge but#that kind of language isnt cool so instead let me say this#stub your toe stub your toe stub your toe stub your toe stub your toe stub your toe lose in video games forever and stub your toe#girls are gonna say ew when you ask them out and cats and dogs will hate you#your tea is gonna be lukewarm bc you forgot abt it and your coffee is moldy
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pov: you have horrified the stewjoni
#slightly bioluminescent obi-wan#it's amazing how this man will eat moldy garbage and then be appalled when you steep tea incorrectly
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damn it all
#i was very hungry#it was 11:30#i went downstairs to get some cereal after some very quick googling to see about cereal at night#tried to grab a bowl#shattered my favorite tea bag holder#lost one of the ears forever under some probably broken kitchen appliance#wrote a very long and detailed note apologizing and promising to attempt to fix it with clay#spirits lowered.#i poured my cereal and milk and went upstairs in the dark#already fearful of spoilt milk or cereal#i saw what appeared to be a bubble.#attempted to pop it with my spoon#it didn’t pop#i sighed and turned on the light#a dark grey moldy patch with a white border. the size of a dime. was in my cereal#i almost cried#i then saw another one directly next to it#i think i’m going to break down in tears#I JUST WANTED SOME CEREAL#i didn’t go down there to break a bowl#i didn’t go down there to find out our almond milk or our cheerios had gone bad#i just wanted to calm my stupid stomach with some carbs and go to sleep#and now i’m here#writing out an elaborately tagged post about my rancid cereal#and never going to fall asleep#leah’s lost thoughts
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i think the potential of the Jackie - Conroy dynamic is interesting because there's also so much potential for a more interesting Wei - Conroy dynamic than we really got in the game as well, like they have this one important shared aspect of their lives that they could actually talk about (thinking about some kinda post game situation even where that could happen). to talk more generally about their dynamic, ignoring the fact that Conroy essentially becomes background decoration after act 1 i think that after Payback him and Wei basically just didn't really know how to be around each other, or Wei definitely didn't know how to feel about Conroy since he'd probably already made his mind about him before even meeting him but then he had to go and make it Complicated (at least for Wei's internal struggle in general, not necessarily his feelings towards Conroy specifically). Conroy probably feels more than a lil bad about how he treated Wei and they don't really like talk after that point, especially after Wei takes over Conroy basically immediately slips into his comfy lil "dumb muscle whose only purpose is to look impressive, hit hard and keep his damn mouth shut" role (something to be said there about Winston's outbursts and how often he was on the receiving end, and how that affects his behavior with Wei as well, but i digress)
there's this feeling of unease in the few interactions they do get to have in late game, like Conroy's unused(?) reaction lines for Civil Discord intended for friendly fire from Wei. it's so funny how he acts downright meek when he's getting punched or even fucking shot at by his "boss" in comparison to not just how he behaves at the start of the game, but other characters' similar line sets as well (other people get very very cross with Wei if he pulls that shit)
link to my old post
"I know we have problems, but come on!" it's a weird thing to say when they're not really shown to have "problems" in late game because they basically have no relationship whatsoever anymore beyond a generic "boss" and "loyal underling" thing. so to read Way Too Much into it it sounds like Conroy's (still) perfectly keyed in on Wei's general discomfort and just stuff not being quite right with him but assumes it's stemming from Conroy's own earlier behavior. like he thinks he deserves to be shot by Wei for how he acted lol there's just like a potentially really interesting disconnect between the characters that the game doesn't do much with but man if it doesn't drive me up the wall
to go on a more general tangent abt them because i don't wanna make a separate post about this, there's this sense of naked embarrassing sincerity to Conroy that's part and parcel for the kind of character archetype he represents - almost cartoonishly emotive so you read him like an open book, not a fast thinker nor a smooth talker all he has is physical strength, doesn't talk much about himself but you can basically tell his entire life's story by just looking at him, and if you manage to win him over he'll follow you to the ends of the earth without question. in many ways he's like the exact opposite of Wei, what with the countless masks he wears and his confused loyalties and just a general lack of sense of self. the characters bounce off of each other so strongly in early game it's weird Payback is basically where it all ends for them, i understand it on a technical level that Conroy served his main purpose in the story in act 1 but hmm. i guess the tldr is that i just wish they interacted more because it would've been very entertaining and that their (potentially) shared friendship with Jackie would've been - and is - the perfect gateway for that
#i think the game was trying to do too many things with its narrative so it was stretched too thin with stuff like the Boys#but at hte same time. i may just be an idiot who loves reading intent and meaning into old moldy tea leaves
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Look I now it’s disgusting but I swear it isn’t mine. It also looks fucking sick(in both ways)
#photography#my photgraphy#moldy art#i guess#old tea#it’s my brother’s btw#DDoubleE’s fresh n’ clean starts playing
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dhmu im mourning the loss of my special toast for breakfast
#we just got more strawberry preserves :(#and its rainny so i would have made tea to go with it and it would have been WONDERFUL#but the bread was moldy :(
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Sham Sacrifice
(Hi it's time for my favorite headcanon)
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Vlad Masters sat firm and proper on the Fenton Family couch, legs crossed, teacup pinched in his fingertips, fighting subtly against the sinkhole that came with the mistake of taking Jack’s usual spot on the couch. He appeared with all the same charm and delightfulness of an ant swarm rearranging your picnic.
Danny stood at the doorway, just-still-in-the-kitchen, just not inviting himself to join the adults in the living room where Jack boomed and rambled and Vlad sat so stiff and polite and nice that his tea in his hands was going cold.
“Oh, Danny you’ll love this story—Danny, you should join us—Danny this was, what, summer of ’84? When was that heatwave, Vladdy? The one where you—”
“There’s no need to bore Daniel with the mad ravings of two old kooks, Jack. Kids would rather be off at the mall or—some store, surely. No need to stick around Daniel on my behalf. I assure you I won’t be offended if you leave.”
“No worries, V-man. I’m good right here. I love hearing Dad’s stories." Danny met Vlad's challenge, speaking with more poisonous courtesy than Vlad had proffered first. "In fact I think he should tell a few more, if he’s got more in mind.”
“In fact I do have more in mind—” Jack answered.
Neither Danny nor Vlad were listening to Jack. They held eye-contact, Danny with a stern unblinkingness of a sheepdog on duty. A lot was said without words. A lot was understood when Vlad decided to visit through the front door. Vlad only used the front door when he wanted something.
And it was never good when Vlad wanted something.
“—the core reactor project, yeah? That summer? That was in the lab with no A/C. Top floor. We were sweating like pigs, all of us. And I dared you to eat the really moldy pizza from our fridge the night before and you ralphed right into—”
“—Surely you remember this more fondly than I do. Daniel, really, you can go.”
Not a chance.
“Actually,” Danny answered, brightening some as his opportunity struck. “I am interested in this. For science class I need to write a report on the invention of an important piece of technology. I was gonna ask Mom and Dad about the Ghost Portal. And now that you’re here, I can get the whole history.”
Jack made a giddy little noise. He leaned forward, words primed, but Vlad was quicker to the draw.
“Sorry to say, your faith in me is unfounded. I wasn’t the portal guy back in college—that was always your mother and father’s passion project. I was their skeptic.”
“Bet that’s got you feeling pretty foolish right now, doesn’t it V-man?” Jack chided, a quick jab to Vlad’s ribs that nearly unseated the teacup from his suspended saucer. “Considering the fully-functioning portal right beneath our toes.”
“I hardly feel foolish, Jack. Your calculation for the portal in college was never going to work.”
“What do you mean? Of course it did.” Jack thumped the ground with his foot. “It’s running the old girl right now.”
At this, Vlad’s eyes narrowed. For the first time he’d been shaken off whatever skeezy machinations had brought him in. His pride was being challenged, and by Jack no less.
“Absolutely not. With that calculation? Absolutely not.”
“Well forget the tea biscuits Vlad, because you’re going to be eating your words in a second. Mads, hold my spot,” Jack said, as if anyone was planning to take his spot. He bounced from the couch, scooted from the living room, and vanished into the dark maw of the lab stairs, leaving only the waning beat of his footsteps behind.
His absence filled only a swallowing few seconds. The footsteps returned, bounding upward, creaking with his heavy cadence, and Jack bounced back into the room in much the manner he left. A pad of yellow lined paper was clutched in his hand. When he dropped it on the coffee table, it revealed row after row of tight scribble, churning math, carrying down the page and occupying two entire pages more that Jack flipped through.
“Same baby I came up with in college. It just needed heavier dampening and higher voltage than what we made back then. The portal downstairs has that in spades. Well, in like two-thirds of a spade.” Jack tapped something on the last line. “The projection was still only hitting 70% of the threshold we calculated to reach dimension penetration. But it’s an art, not just a science. We fired it up anyway, and it took!”
Vlad grabbed the paper pad, agitated. His eyes ran over it. Then again. Until he settled on one line, a firmness overcoming his face. He tossed the pad back onto the coffee table, and Vlad leaned back into the couch, arms crossed.
“The lambda, Jack.”
“The lambda?”
“Check it again.”
Jack did, lips pursed, pad of paper nearly swallowed in his big meaty hand.
“What about--?”
“It squares. The units don’t balance otherwise. It originates from an integration step of λ*∂λ/∂t. It squares.”
Jack’s brow remained furrowed, firm, until delight cracked into his eyes, and he let out a laugh.
“Gods, my handwriting is gonna be the death of us. Mads,” he tapped something unseen on the second page. “That’s the genius of Vladdy. Cracked this puppy wide open with just a glance. I never noticed that in all my checking. That explains the missing 30%, at least. That explains how the portal took. Lucky for you Danny that Vlad was here—”
“Jack,” Maddie said.
“—your report can have the correct formula. It’ll be—”
“—Jack—”
“—A+ worthy—”
“—Jack,” Maddie said, curt. “Lambda is the ambient ecto-energy. It’s a few ten-thousandths of a unit.”
“It—huh.”
Maddie had surfaced a pen from her pocket. She sheared a few blank pages out from the back of the pad and started the formula fresh. She made quick work of copying it over, quicker work of solving it through – lambda-squared intact.
She hit the final line and hatched a pen mark beneath the number. Jack stared, confused.
“That can’t… no.”
He repeated the same. New pages torn loose. Formula copied over, processed, line by line by line—lambda squared—by line by line by line.
Jack settled on his answer. Same as Maddie’s.
Confusion made his face tense.
“So it’s not 70% of the way to the threshold… It’s 0.013% of the way to the threshold.”
He held the pen hard, his whole body holding firm and taut as the gears turned in his head. Jack’s eyes flickered across the formula, again and again and again. He looked to Maddie, like a dog issued a command he did not understand.
“But it worked,” he said, small. “But it worked.”
Jack stood, robotic almost, eyes lost in something far away. He disappeared into the lab almost as quickly as he had a few minutes before, but now he exited with a smoothness and a quietness so very uncharacteristic of him. It bothered Danny, somewhere deep in his gut.
Maddie followed, a possession matching Jack’s.
Danny’s fingers curled and uncurled. He’d succeeded. He’s successfully interrupted Vlad’s… whatever this was. But the disquiet infected him. He didn’t like it.
“So what does that mean?” Danny asked, perhaps to Vlad. “What’s wrong with the calculation?”
Vlad sipped on tea ice cold.
“Who knows?” Vlad lied.
…
The math didn’t work.
Maddie and Jack burned through paper, burned through pencils, burned through hours.
The math didn’t work.
Clothes stuck to skin. Sweat lingered fetid and stale in the cold basement air. Exhaustion beat like a slurry through their veins.
The math didn’t work.
The portal supervised all, placidly green, the light for their table, the light for their work when the lightbulb overhead burnt clean out and neither Jack nor Maddie could be pulled away to replace it. It stood, it watched, a testament of contradiction to everything they could not solve on paper, and yet everything they built directly into the fabric of reality.
And it should never have worked.
They threw every radical what-if they’d ever conceived over 20 years of ghost research.
The ecto-ether layer.
The latent activation stitches in space fabric.
The anti-ectomatter collision proposal.
The positive-feedback crystallization theory.
And still nothing worked.
All together, every crackpot theory in their favor taken for granted, racked them up to an activation energy 200x more potent than the calculation, and still just 2% of what would be needed to rip open, and hold open, a stable fissure between their reality and the ghost zone.
Maybe by pure luck, unfathomable luck, Fentonworks basement was directly situated atop a natural portal.
Maybe that would explain ripping it open. It did nothing to explain the stability. Natural portals were unstable by definition. There and gone in a few seconds. Not hours, days, weeks, months, a year, that the Fenton Portal had been open. Never so much as faltering.
It was late. 3am ticked away to 4am, and 4:30am. The discarded paper stacked higher than Jack and Maddie both. Calluses oozed from their hands at another attempt, and another, and another.
Maddie flipped through a folder’s worth of yellowed papers, aggressively thumbed over and over after two decades left untouched. And she settled on the one she’d passed over a few dozen times already, always seeking something else, something better.
This time she unsheathed it, and she placed it on the lab table.
“…If a mouse died. In the machine. If a mouse ran through the machine and accidentally bridged two live wires, and died of violent electrocution. 500 milliamps. Instantly melted into the circuitry.”
Maddie’s mouth was cotton-dry while she wrote. Ambient ecto-energy was low. Always very, very low.
Unless something very, very bad happened to something with the capacity to become a ghost.
The numbers wove. Maddie started the formula fresh, and it was pure muscle memory. A mouse. A big mouse, even. A 99th percentile beast of a mouse. And a wire that had been wired incorrectly. Something grounded that never actually grounded. An absolutely horrific amount of electricity.
0.37%, by pure numbers. If she included every permissive crackpot idea they had thrown on top, it topped out at 6% of the needed activation threshold.
Not a mouse.
“A cat,” Jack said, words gummy, tongue dry, face tired. “If we’ve got mice down here, maybe… a stray cat wandered in. Chased the mouse.”
Maddie nodded. It didn’t matter if it made sense.
She penned it in. A large cat. A devastating electrical short. Cats carried more ecto-potential than mice did. Ecto-potential did not necessarily go up with size. It went up with complexity. The things with the most ecto-potential were the things that most became ghosts.
1.45%, by pure numbers. 18% at absolute, absolute crackpot best.
“A dog,” Jack proposed with a shaky laugh. He swallowed. “A mouse… chased by a cat… chased by a dog… all electrocuted at once”
Maddie didn’t say the thing they both knew, which was that both of them would have noticed the evidence left behind by the electrically exploded pieces of a dog.
Maddie did it anyway. A mouse and a cat and a medium-sized dog, maybe just small enough to notice no evidence of, all together. All at once. All violently ripped apart, sacrificed to a machine still asleep in its wall.
Mice did not often make ghosts. Cats did not either. Dogs, occasionally. But infrequently. Very infrequently.
37%. At best.
“Jack.”
“Maddie, I know just—maybe something really smart—”
“—Jack—”
“—like an octopus—”
“Jack.”
“I hear, maybe, pigs are smart. If it was—”
Maddie was writing, already. Not for a pig. Not an octopus. Jack watched, and he knew what the numbers meant. The ecto-potential she penned gave her away. An ecto-potential that high.
65kg, an estimate
10,000 milliamps, a catastrophic accident, a death certificate.
A human’s amount of ecto-potential.
Maddie wrote.
And she wrote.
And she did not apply a single crackpot theory, not a single discredited proposal, not an ounce of exaggeration.
138%.
Threshold, and then some.
Comfortable, easily, then some.
For the first time, after all the hundreds of times she and Jack had penned this equation over the course of 2 decades, the number met her and Jack’s threshold.
A breakthrough.
A revelation.
A pure eureka moment.
Jack and Maddie were silent.
Alone in a humming basement. Alone with only the soft swirls of the portal for company, happy, stable, purring its contentment, singing to the cold air.
“It has to be something else,” Maddie said. And she said it weakly. And she said it childishly.
“You’re right. It can’t be this,” Jack echoed. “If someone died down here, we’d know. Dead bodies don’t walk away. We’d have seen it. O-or even if, if the body got stuck in the portal, we’d have heard of someone going missing.”
Maddie sat, quiet. A thought held her mind hostage.
“Unless they didn’t go missing,” Maddie said, and she said it barely audibly. “Unless the portal spit them right back out.”
“Then—that’s what I said—a dead body, on the floor, we’d have seen.”
“Not a dead body.”
“It had to be lethal, Mads—”
“I know Jack. But if they died, here, in the portal Jack, then their ghost did not get ripped away from the body and sent to the Ghost Zone. …They ripped the Ghost Zone here.” Palms slick with sweat smoothed over her notes. She pointed to one specific line and found her pen tip trembled no matter how badly she stabilized it. “The ecto-potential of a creature is how strong of a pull their ghost creates on the Ghost Zone. A strong enough pull means the ghost can reach the Ghost Zone and stabilize, like a fish reeling itself up, yeah? We agree on this Jack, yes?”
“Yes,” Jack answered.
“It’s what makes the math even work, Jack. Someone dying in the portal didn’t reel themselves to the boat. They reeled the boat in. Jack, they brought the Ghost Zone here…” Maddie wasn’t breathing right. She pulled sweat-soaked bangs away from her face. “Their ghost never left their body Jack. They died, Jack. And they walked back out.”
“…No. No,” Jack said. “No, they didn’t.”
“Then what?” Maddie asked.
Jack stared. He looked away. He didn’t like the expression on Maddie’s face.
“It—what about the ecto-ether theory?” Jack said, of the theory they’d tested and retested and tested all over, all night. He grabbed his pencil back up and pointed it aimlessly at Maddie’s piece of paper, pointed end out in self-defense. “If the ecto-ether is maybe… if it’s only 250-times stronger than we calculated. Then it could…”
Jack’s voice died. His pencil hung idle. Maddie’s paper remained unblemished.
“If it… was a pig,” Jack offered. “If it was a pig that died in the portal.”
“How, Jack? How would a pig get in? We lock all the doors at night, Jack. No one else can get in, Jack. It’s just us, Jack.”
Jack and Maddie were not there when the portal turned on.
Maddie’s statement carried two possibilities. Only two. Both felt like claws digging all the flesh right out of Jack’s heart.
“I want… I want to try the ecto-ether theory again,” Jack choked. “I think it’s the ecto-ether. I think it’ll work.”
Jack slid a piece of paper over, already covered in scribbles. In its single untouched corner, he started the equation for the several-thousandth time that night.
Above their head, birds were singing.
Sunrise hailed unseen from the windowless laboratory.
…
At 6am, Vlad answered his cell phone. The reception crackled, struggling through the layers of sheetrock above his head.
“Vlad?” Maddie’s voice crackled. “Sorry, did I wake you up?”
“Not at all my dear.” Vlad leaned his weight against the wall, playing with the singsong melody in his voice. “But you sound exhausted. Is anything the matter?”
“Yes. Well… Yes. Jack and I have—all night—trying to fix the equation.”
“Naturally.”
“We found something that maybe works.”
“Oh?” Vlad asked. He straightened, pacing now, cracklingly attentive. “And what might that—”
“If someone died. Activating the portal. We have an on-switch inside the portal’s interior. The trigger we use to press it is external to the portal, of course. But if someone went inside the portal, and they pressed it directly, and if they died, and pulled the Ghost Zone here—”
Vlad’s red eyes reflected pools of iridescent green. He twirled his free hand in the fringes of his cape, tongue working over the fanged edges of his teeth. He stared, consumed, forward.
“—and just, you, I was thinking, you’re the only other expert I’d trust to… maybe weigh in.”
“What does Jack think?”
“He denies it. He’s still. He’s trying other theories.”
“Well who knows, surely? The answer may lie somewhere you haven’t looked.”
“…I’ve looked everywhere, Vlad. That's the thing. There is no more ‘somewhere else’. I’ve looked.”
“You sound like your mind is made up.”
“I just… if maybe you have some idea.”
“Am I meant to talk you out of this idea?”
“Vlad.”
“Do you think I have some secret information you don’t? Sorry to say, I’m just your skeptic.” Some noise came through muffled from the other side. Vlad flashed a smile. “But…as your skeptic I will offer you this—It all sounds a bit absurd, doesn’t it? To kill someone and have them come back intact and… for you to never notice? Who would they be? How would they be? Surely not human anymore, surely. How would you never notice?”
Vlad paced forward, booted feet clicking along his laboratory floor.
“It would be ridiculous,” he continued, with a building crescendo, “so unfathomably self-centered surely, to not notice something like that befall someone so close to you, who died at the hands of your own invention? …If I’m correctly inferring who, in your household, you suspect of having activated the portal?” Vlad’s tongue lingered along his teeth.
Maddie’s line held, quiet. And the seconds of static drew long.
“Ah, apologies. I’ve overstepped,” Vlad continued. “I meant this as a vote of confidence in you. You and Jack both. Two people as attentive, caring, compassionate as yourselves. You would notice. I promise.”
“You’re… Okay, thank you, Vlad. I appreciate it.”
“Is there anything else, my dear?”
“No. No. Thank you, Vlad. I’ll think about this.”
Maddie’s line clicked dead. A chuckle built to Vlad’s lips and he let his head tip back with mirth. It lasted only a moment. He stowed his phone. And as if the interruption had never happened, Vlad reaffixed his attention on his own portal swirling in front of him. It bathed him, swimming green, purring contentment.
And Vlad vanished into his portal.
(Chapter 2)
#danny phantom#dp#dp fanfiction#GIVES YOU THIS GIVES YOU THIS GIVES YOU THIS#its my favorite headcanon so here you get a fic of it
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100 Words for Worldbuilding
Some sensory words that can enhance your story/poem.
A-E
Acid - sour, burnt; vinegary
Acrid - strong, biting (e.g., something on fire)
Airy - natural smelling, (e.g., clean, fresh air)
Ambrosial - fragrant; having a pleasant smell
Aroma - strong, yet pleasant scent
Aura - smell surrounding something
Balm - soothing scent
Billowy - scent that surges and wanes
Biting - pungent, sharp or harsh
Bouquet - blend of floral scents
Briny - salty
Buttery - smooth; rich; greasy
Citrusy - crisp notes of any citrus fruit
Clean - very light scent, clean and natural
Cottony - soft; smooth or delicate
Creaky - squeaky; showing signs of deterioration
Crisp - fresh and natural
Crystalline - strikingly clear or sparkling
Dirty - nasty, unpleasant odor
Doggy - odor like an unbathed or wet canine
Downy - soft, soothing; silky; delicate
Earthy - recently dug or tilled soil
Essence - basic, natural scent
F-M
Faint - very light or mild; can barely be detected
Feminine - floral fragrances
Fetid - decaying or rotting smell
Fishy - smelling of fish; pungent, strong, unpleasant
Fleecy - shaggy; woolly
Floral - scents associated with flowers
Flowery - fragrance similar to flowers
Foamy - frothy; bubbly
Fragrance - pleasant smell
Fresh - natural smelling, rather than artificial
Fruity - having the flavor or aroma of ripe fruit; sweet
Gaudy - excessively showy
Gingery - pungent; sharp, robust taste or aroma
Globular - spherical
Gossamer - light, delicate, or insubstantial
Grainy - coarse; sandy; unrefined
Heady - very strong aroma
Incense - strong scent
Lemony - tart, piquant citrus notes
Lilac - rich floral scent combining rose with vanilla
Lime - refreshing and zesty citrus smell
Loamy - fragrance with an earthy note
Masculine - earthy fragrances
Medicinal - earthy; often unpleasant
Mildewed - soaked in wetness that has gone stale
Minty - menthol-like smell (e.g., mint tea or peppermint candy)
Misty - mild fragrance, not overpowering
Moist - smell of dew or rainfall
Moldy - damp, fungus-like odor
Musty - old smell; stale and probably moldy
N-R
Nauseating - odor that makes one sick to the stomach
Odorize - changing the scent
Overpowering - too strong of a smell
Peppery - hot, pungent, fiery; stinging
Perfumed - artificial fragrance, not natural-smelling
Pheromone - natural scents
Piercing - loud, shrill; biting
Pine - crisp, refreshing evergreen smell
Piquant - pleasantly pungent, sharp, or spicy taste
Plastic - artificial chemical polymer odor
Poignant - pungently pervasive; piercing
Prickly - stinging; irritating; itchy
Pristine - fresh and clean as or as if new
Pungent - strong fragrance
Putrid - stench of decay
Rancid - spoiled; food that has gone bad
Rank - offensive in odor or flavor
Redolent - having a strong, permeating odor
Repulsive - off-putting odor
Rich - strong, resounding smell that is appealing to the senses
Ripe - brought by aging to full flavor or the best state
Rose - spicy yet sweet fragrance
Rotten - spoiled, rancid, unpalatable
S-Z
Savory - spicy, salty scent that has no elements of sweetness
Sharp - pungent fragrance that permeates the air
Skunky - noxious smell that lingers; sulfuric (like rotten eggs) odor
Smoky - scent of burning wood
Soapy - smooth and slippery
Sour - rancid, sickly sweet smell
Spicy - sharp, heady, can sting or tickle the nose
Spoiled - rotten; something that has “gone bad”
Stale - old, dusty, stagnant odor
Stinking - unpleasant, foul smell
Sweaty - perspiration odor
Sweet - sugary smell
Tangy - having a powerfully stimulating odor or flavor; acidic
Tantalizing - arouses or stimulates desire or interest
Tart - sharp fragrance or taste
Tasteless - arousing no interest; dull
Tempting - having an appeal; enticing
Trace - a tiny amount of fragrance
Velvety - soft, smooth, thick, or richly hued
Vinegary - sour; disagreeable, bitter, or irascible
Whiff - a fleeting scent
Wispy - hint of fragrance in the air
Woodsy - forest-like smell
Zesty - sharp and pleasantly stimulating
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Mistletoe | R.Lupin x reader
| harrypotter x aunt!reader | remuslupin x fem!reader | golden trio era |
Synopsis: after the death of your brother, you take in your nephew as your own, shutting everyone else out in your grief. However, once you’re reunited with an old friend in Harry’s third year, old feelings start to come to the surface as you help each other through your grief.
WARNINGS: mentions of dea!h, mentions of grief. (In this story, let’s say Voldemorts curse bounced off Harry and killed moldy voldy for good, Harry has a normal childhood)
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“Thank you, for standing with me.” You say, watching as the train leaves the station for the fourth time since your nephew had been accepted into Hogwarts. “It’s always so hard watching him go.”
“It’s no problem at all, you know that.” Remus told you, placing a tentative hand on your arm as you play with your hands worriedly.
It was the same overwhelming anxiety year after year, watching the only family you have left, the only part of James you have left, slip further and further away into the distance.
You and your brother were inseparable, known quite rarely as James and y/n, but more commonly as the Potter Twins. It was a rare occurrence to see one of you without the other, especially at school.
You weren’t with him when he died. No, you were in your own house, washing dishes by hand, because you were to bored to do it by magic. You weren’t with him, but you felt it. Like a knife through the chest, you felt the part of your soul that belonged to him fracture into a million pieces. Your heart that matched his break and turn cold as the glass you held fell to the floor.
You knew part of yourself had died, but not which part.
Not until you reached the Potter’s house.
Not until you found yourself screaming until your throat was raw, begging your brother to wake up.
When you finally heard the crying of a baby over your own sobs, you knew you had to take him before Dumbledore got his hands on him, taking him away from you forever.
“Hello, little one, Auntie y/n’s going to keep you safe.” You whispered, your voice only a fracture of what it used to be.
You tried not to look towards the lifeless form of what used to be one of your greatest friends.
You raised Harry as if he was your own, teaching him everyday about the parents he lost, because you would be damned if James Potter would ever be forgotten.
“I know it’s not, but still, thank you.” You tell him, before turning your head to look into his kind eyes. “You can come over, if you like? Despite what Harry might have told you, I’m a good cook.”
“That would be nice.” Remus chucked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
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Sitting with Remus at your kitchen table, you started to realise just how much you had missed him.
“I let him keep the map, last year.” He told you, a small grin tugging at his lips as he sipped his tea.
“Remus Lupin, despite the years that have passed you still have some mischief in you.” You tease, sipping your own coffee.
“Well, once a marauder, always a marauder. Isn’t that what we all used to say?” He retorted, and you genuinely smile.
A rare sighting since the passing of your brother, a sight only Harry has known.
You reach over and take his calloused hand in yours, brushing your thumb over a scar that lay there.
“I’m so sorry that I pushed you away, I never meant-“
“No, no, none of that. I won’t have you apologising for the way you chose to grieve. You lost your brother, and took on the responsibility of raising his child all in a matter of hours. I wasn’t what you needed then, and I understood that completely.”
That’s something about Remus that you had always loved. No matter how wronged he was, he had always found it within himself to understand. No matter how much somebody hurt him, his empathy would always shine through.
“What about what you needed? You lost everybody, and I shut you out.” You said, your confession leaves with shame and regret. He held your hand tighter.
“What I needed was to know that you and Harry were safe. And I knew that. I managed my grief in my own ways, but I managed nonetheless.”
Something else about Remus that you loved, was the way he held eye contact when he spoke. As if people would stop hearing him if he looked away. His eyes held onto yours now, sending secret messages of reassurance that he can’t speak with words.
He smiled, picking up his tea once more to take a sip. You wondered if he had had somebody to hold all this time, if somebody had been there to hold his hand as his world fell apart around him.
As you look at him, you remember the small school crush you used to have on him while at Hogwarts. The way you used to purposely sit next to him in the great hall so he’d have to lean down to talk to you, since he was so tall.
“You know, I’m pretty sure I had a bit of a crush on you in school.” You say, smiling down at you drink. He scoffs in amusement.
“Me? Why on earth would you have a crush on me?” He said, as if the idea was absolutely preposterous.
“Because you were always so kind. No matter how angry you were, you never spoke to me with anything other than kindness. And you’re tall, Godric knows that makes any girl fold,” you laugh. “And I thought you were pretty.”
“Pretty?” He looks scared to ask, as if the answer would somehow sting.
“Yeah, I’ve always thought your beauty was more soft than other boys,” you look into his eyes, seeing the same boy you loved in your school years. “The other girls would always tell me how gorgeous Sirius was, and he was, but I was always too busy staring at you to notice.”
Maybe it was the fact that you finally had a soul your own age to talk to. Or maybe it was the familiarity of talking to an old friend, someone you once spent every waking moment with. But you told him everything, about how lonely you’ve been, about how awful you feel about hating Harry’s similarities to James, about how much you love Harry and how it hurts to not be by his side at all times.
You tell him everything.
And he listens to every word.
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Remus came over almost everyday until Harry was due to come home for Christmas.
He laughed with you, held you while you cried, and grieved with you. The way the two of you should have done all those years ago.
It felt as if the twelve years you were eleven years you were apart never happened.
“Auntie y/n! Over here!” Your nephew called, carrying his case for the holidays with him.
“Harry! Oh, I’ve missed you!” You say, placing your hands on his cheeks and kissing the crown of his head.
“It’s only been a couple of months.” He says, smiling at your antics,
“I know, I know, but you know I have no one to fret over while you’re away.”
Harry hugs you, the kind of hug he knows you need once you see him again.
Harry knows his Aunt struggles to be away from him, he also knows that she thinks he doesn’t know. But since a young age Harry has noticed the way he Aunt always hugs him tighter in the mornings, as if being away in her dreams was far too long, and how she always holds his hand while out and about, and how she sends weekly letter just to check he’s doing alright.
And he replies to every single one, because while others would see it as suffocating, Harry feels nothing to affection and gratitude towards his aunt, because he may be all she had, but she’s all he has in return. And if a letter a week soothes her mind, he has no quarrels in doing that.
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Harry was beyond happy that Remus would be spending Christmas with them. To him, Remus was an extension of his Father, one more person he could ask to tell him stories and memories of the man he never truly met.
You would always tell him anything he wanted to know, but deep down you knew that he knew it pained you. And so he doesn’t ask much of you, but you wish he did.
“Did he get into trouble at school? My dad?” He asked at the dinner table, casting looks toward Remus and you.
You let a laugh slip past your lips, and you hold your hand to your mouth.
“Harry, your father invented trouble.” Remus told him, smiling fondly at the memories.
“Oh, come one. You talk as if you weren’t a step behind him at all times! More often than not, if my brother was in trouble, so were we!” You laughed, for the first time remembering your brother with joy rather than grief.
“And you talk as if you weren’t the mastermind behind most of that mischief.” He says, casting you a look of teasing and humour.
You gasp in faux shock, clasping your chest and looking towards your nephew.
“Absolutely false, Harry. I was no trouble in school.”
Harry laughed then, “Professor McGonagall says otherwise.”
You stop and snap your attention to your Nephew as Remus laughs, no longer able to eat.
“What?” You say, a little panicked, mostly laughing.
Harry watches as his Aunt and who he now sees as an Uncle playfully bicker and argue about who was more trouble to who, and wonders when they’ll realise just how in love they are.
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You’re clearing the table after Christmas dinner, stacking plates into piles and wrapping left overs in foil. Harry had retreated to his room to tend to his new quidditch set before the traditional Christmas movie night before bed, and y/n took it as a great opportunity to clear up.
A hand touched the small of her back, moving her slightly to the left as he squeezed by, taking the plates from her hands.
“You don’t need to do that, I’ve got it.” He says softly, sending her a small wink before carrying them over to the sink.
“Let me do something then, because you did most of the cooking and now you won’t let me clean.” You complained, not a single trace of discontent in your voice.
He turns to you, humour in his eyes but a frown on his lips.
“And what if I want to do all of this, then what?”
“Then you’ll just have to deal with me helping.” You say, stepping closer. You’re standing in front of him now, holding a cup full of cutlery in one hand and a plate of leftovers in the other. “Mr Lupin, I believe you’re blocking my way to the fridge.”
“Oh am I? Thats a shame, I guess I’ll have to take these off your hands then.” He says, taking the plate and cutlery and placing them on the side.
You’re about to argue when he turns back to you, much closer than before. “Let me help you.”
“You’ve done more than enough.” You say in a small voice.
“And what if I want to do more?” His hand reaches up and places a strand of your dark hair behind your ear, but his hand doesn’t fall, it stays put against your cheek.
You look up to see a branch of mistletoe growing from your ceiling, right between the two of you.
His eyes never leave your face, more accurately your lips as your breathing gets heavier.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks, his voice so small you barely hear it. All you can do is nod as his other hand is placed ever so gently on your waist, pulling you in.
He places his lips on yours, and it’s the most gentle kiss, but you feel the weight of a thousand words that have never been said behind it, pushing him closer.
To Remus’ surprise, it was you who intensified the kiss, placing a hand behind his head and pushing further into him. When you broke apart to breathe, he placed his forehead onto yours and closed his eyes.
“I think I’ve loved you for a while now, Miss Potter.”
“I’ve loved you always, Mr Lupin.”
What neither of the two seemed to notice, was their nephew sitting at the top of his stairs tucking his wand back into his pocket, closing the book about growing magical plants with spells.
#marauders#marauders x reader#remus lupin#remus lupin x reader#james potter x reader#james potter#golden trio era#sirius black#peter pettigrew#sirius black x reader#regulus black#harry james potter#harry potter#harry potter x reader#wizard shit#dead gay wizards#all the young dudes#fanfic#pre war#fluff#remus lupin fluff#marauders fluff
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Relationship headcanons w/Eddie
Eddie Munson x female reader
summary: just a few head canons! just one warning for a mention of vomiting.
• i think there’s a random couch that is out in his yard that gets rained on and moldy, but he just keeps it outside to sit on it. it’s covered in cat and dog hair. it’s been there since he can remember. you both sit out on it a lot and watch the sunset, even though there’s perfectly good chairs on the porch for you to sit on. 
• pays for everything even though he doesn’t have the money for it. he works himself to the bone when he’s not in school just so he has the money to take you out. you always offer to pay, but he never lets you.
• gives the back of your neck little squeezes<3 especially when he can tell that you’re anxious and don’t want to talk about it.
• reads to you when you’re sick. he loves to coddle you, borderline baby you, when you don’t feel like getting out of bed. he’ll spoon feed you soup and make you tea. he’ll always hold your hair for you when you get sick to your stomach!
• holds the door open for you no matter where you go. he’s always a gentleman, despite what everyone says about him. also pulls out your chair for you at restaurants, school and even hellfire. he doesn’t care if the guys tease him. you’re his queen.
• when it’s allergy season he keeps tissues in his jacket pocket at the ready for when you need them.
• the first time you cried he realized that he was in love with you. watching you become so upset had made his heart ache.
• you have to wake him up for school because he can’t wake up to his alarm. it doesn’t matter how loud it is, he will NOT wake up. wayne was so happy when you moved in because he was sick and tired of hearing eddie’s alarm go off for ten minutes before he eventually got up to wake his nephew up.
• doesn’t like shopping, but will go to the antique store or goodwill with you to look for old jewelry. he bought some combat boots there once that he was really happy about:) he modeled them for you in the dust aisles of the store.
• made you a ring out of a spoon. he found an article in a magazine on how to make one. he engraved his initials on it<3 got into the habit and started making them for his friends at hellfire.
• enjoys watching scary movies with you because of the way you hide your face in his chest.
• you have to make him eat vegetables because he refuses to. you have to basically feed him. he throws such a fit. if it wasn’t for you, he’d live off nothing but junk food.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#stranger things#stranger things season four#joseph quinn#eddie munson imagines#eddie munson headcanons#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson blurb#eddie the brave#eddie x reader#eddie stranger things#eddie munson x female reader
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