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[dreamwavesexploringreality]

MISTAKES

Chishiya x reader

TW: Angst, mentions of death.

Based on a request: Chishiya pushes the reader away and regrets it

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Another night, another game, another massacre. Chishiya emerged from the building where the game had taken place with an impassive face and a strange feeling of heaviness inside. He had been the only survivor, doing whatever was necessary to leave that place alive, as always. But for some reason, something felt different this time.

Chishiya took a brief breath, feeling the cold night air filling his lungs painfully, temporarily soothing the ache that had settled in his heart.

Everything had seemed straightforward at first: Seven of diamonds with clear rules and a single objective: to reach the final level alone. The game was based on a vertical, structured system—a tower of choice. Seven players, seven floors, and seven levels, all starting from the first. Each level required solving an intellectual challenge to progress, but the difficulty increased as fewer people could continue with each level: only six could pass the first, only five the second, and so on until only one reached the top of the tower and survived the game. Although it was possible to intervene to help others, this only put oneself at a disadvantage. Sharing answers reduced resources, making it more challenging to solve the subsequent exercises. In reality, it was all about leaving people behind; being selfish was the most sensible strategy to reach the top of the tower alone, ensuring no one else did. But then, why couldn’t he look into the eyes of those he left behind? Why did he question, for a millisecond, helping that young man struggling with a simple task? Chishiya knew the answers to those questions, though it pained him to admit it. But… What if she had been there that night? Would she have died like all the others? Would he have survived? These unanswered questions haunted his mind, awakening ruthless fears he had locked away during his time in Borderlands.

The walk back to The Beach seemed shorter than expected when he lifted his head and saw the huge, neglected entrance of the hotel. It exuded a sepulchral silence, contrasting with the clamor and scandal that usually emanated from the building during daylight or party nights. In the stillness of the night, Chishiya could hear, like silent echoes, the voices of those who had lost their lives in the game, and the ghostly scent of blood that painted each floor of the tower reached his nose, carried by a gentle breeze.

“Chishiya!” A voice jolted him from his introspection. “Chishiya! You’re back early; I knew you would be!” The man felt a pair of arms encircle him, nearly cutting off his breath. The familiarity of the embrace, instead of comforting or offering refuge, immediately produced a feeling of rejection, and he freed himself with a swift motion, pushing the surprised girl a few steps back.

“Not now, Y/N,” he said abruptly, with a coldness he didn’t usually use with her, and moved towards the hotel’s interior. Y/N followed him, running in a way that Chishiya interpreted as that of a lost puppy. The idea almost made him vomit. What if one day he didn’t come back? What if she died? What if she died… because of him?

“What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Y/N bombarded him with questions, trying to keep up with his pace to his room.

Chishiya remained cold, walking firmly as if he didn’t hear her, and when he opened the door to his room and stepped inside, he turned to look at her. “Definitely a lost puppy,” he thought to himself as he observed the girl’s face twisted in a grimace of doubt and insecurity.

“Go to bed, Y/N,” he said briefly, and she felt as if he had just shot her heart.

“But… but what about the goodnight hug? We can… we can lie in bed and just hold each other! You don’t have to talk!” The woman’s tone sounded desperate, pathetic from her perspective, but she couldn’t help it. She needed it, needed to know he was there, that he had returned alive from the game and that… he cared.

But Chishiya closed the door without answering her pleas or looking at her a second time. Maybe he didn’t care for her as much as she thought… or maybe he didn’t care for her as much as she cared for him.

Y/N stood for a few seconds in front of the closed wooden door, hearing the man moving around inside the room. She heard the shower start running and Chishiya moving around the room, probably looking for a new swimsuit, completely ignoring the woman he had left with tear-streaked face and a broken heart on the other side of the door.

That night, Chishiya couldn’t sleep. Each time he managed to overcome insomnia, a dreadful nightmare seized his mind, waking him with gasps and sweat. He saw himself in the game he had played that night, but instead of the other players, it was Y/N who was there. They were both on the penultimate level, knowing only one would reach the top and survive. The puzzle was easy, but for some reason, the girl couldn’t solve it, and then his mind grew dark. He saw himself giving a correct answer that he couldn’t even hear with his racing heartbeat pounding in his throat. He looked into her eyes as they turned gray, white, lifeless. He watched her body fall to the ground with a great thud and saw her head bounce against the floor until it finally lay still. Then her mouth would open, and heavy words would pour out of the building’s speakers at full volume, as thick tears streamed from her lifeless eyes, soaking her face and creating a large puddle around her. “You killed me,” “It’s your fault,” “I hate you,” “I wish I’d never met you”… And he cried. He cried in his dreams because he was losing her and woke up with a damp trace on his cheek. Only the moon witnessed his own heartbreak in that cold and lonely hotel room, and when dawn came, with the first rays of light filtering through the room’s curtains, he realized how wrong he had been all along.

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Massage Therapy*** 🌊

🫧 Pairings: Tech X Female!Reader

word count: 4.5k

prompts: none

Tech gives you a massage, what else could possibly happen?

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit Sexual Content and Language. Oral Sex ie blowjob, Fingering, P in V Sex, Nudity, Dirty Talk, Soft!Dom Tech, Breeding Kink, Size Kink, Petnames, Oil Massage, Consensual Sex, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Kissing, Multiple Positions, Slightly Rough Sex, Spanking, Teasing, Flirting, Cum Denial, Creampie, Slight Possessive Tech, Not Proof Read, a bit Messy.

A/N: Total self indulge fic and tech has a big [REDACTED]

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“What is so amusing?”

The Marauder hummed softly in the background as the team sat around, recuperating after a somewhat successful mission. Hunter, Echo, Wrecker, and Tech were sharing tactics and strategies and Tech was detailing the mission’s success. More to the point of explaining how his calculations had been spot on. But, you couldn’t help but chuckle, grabbing his attention.

“I’m just saying, Tech, your calculations might be great, but sometimes you overlook the obvious,” you teased.

Tech raised an eyebrow. “I hardly think that is the case. My assessments are thorough.”

“Oh really?” you challenged, stepping closer with a smirk. He gazes up at you from his spot, slightly wide-eyed. “I am sorry to tell you that you missed the part where the droids’ power cells were defective, which is why they were so easy to defeat.”

Tech frowned, his mind already processing your claim. “I accounted for their reduced efficiency due to age of creation, but… I didn’t specifically check for defective power cells.” He recalls quietly, pinching his chin.

Hunter and the others watched with amusement as the debate unfolded. “Sounds like a bet’s brewing,” Hunter said with a grin, leaning back in his seat.

You grinned back. “Alright, Tech, let’s make it interesting. If I’m right, you owe me a favour. And if you’re right, I’ll help with the repairs to the Marauder for a week.”

Tech considered this, the prospect of additional help appealing, especially from you, though he was confident in his calculations. “Very well, it’s a bet.”

Wrecker chuckled. “This is gonna be good.”

Tech pulled up the data on his datapad, scrolling through the information with practiced ease like he’s done this a million times before. You stand behind him, arms crossed and truthfully quite smugly-confident. After a few moments, you watch as his face fell. “It appears you are correct. The power cells were indeed defective.”

Echo clapped Tech on the shoulder. “Looks like you owe her, Tech.”

Tech simply nodded. “It seems so. I will fulfill my end of the bet.” He swivels in his chair to face you. “What is it you require?”

You ponder for a moment, not really thinking that far forward. “Undecided. But I’ll get back to you.” You say with a wink before walking away.

Tech watches you leave, swallowing hard but refusing to let the strange strain of his emotions show in front of the others.

If only you knew how you make him feel. Then again, perhaps you would be able to tell him how you are making him feel. Fluttering in the stomach when your name is mentioned in passing? Clammy hands when you talk to him? A small wave of arousal just when you’re near?

But surprisingly welcome.

It was new.

A few hours later, the others had dispersed to do their own thing whether to go to Cid’s or a walk which left just you and Tech alone.

Tech approached you after staring at you silently for the last minute or so, his usual confidence tinged with a hint of awkwardness. “Have you decided yet?”

You jumped a little, not hearing him approach initially but smile at him as you face him. “I was only teasing Tech, you don’t have to do anything for me.”

“On the contrary. You asked for something from me after proving me wrong which is a rarity, so I will do what you ask.”

As he was speaking, you felt a slight pain in your shoulder that had been bugging you for a few days now which spurred on an idea. “Well… there is something you can do for me.” You say sheepishly, taking a step towards him.

The proximity suddenly made him clam up, his fists tightening behind his back as your eyes and the smell of you captivated him. Your lips are moving but he isn’t processing what you’re really saying. “Sorry,” he clears his throat, “what did you say?”

“I said you could maybe give me a massage?” You say quickly, realising how personal that sounded. “Only if you feel comfortable. It’s just I have a few knots that I feel like you could tend to.”

Tech hesitates, giving massages was definitely not his forte or something he spent researching but for you? He felt like he would do anything these days. “If i can help relieve your pain I shall do it. Albeit I can not promise groundbreaking results.”

You giggle, eyes creasing at the corners and nose scrunching. Tech had never described anything as ‘cute’ before and probably never will; however, your laughter was something he always found rather endearing and admittedly… cute.

“Really? That’d be great. Do you want to do it now since the others aren’t here?”

“That is fine with me, let me get prepared and I’ll come find you.” Tech confirms, reaching for his device to do a quick research on techniques to massages.

After doing his frantic search, Tech set up a fold-away table that was typically used for emergency medical purposes and called you over. You emerge, now having changed into some shorts and tank top and look at the table in surprise.

“Please, lie down,” he instructed.

“Gettin’ the full treatment, am I? I feel special.” You tease, hopping onto the table as you watch Tech move about.

“If you require a calming and thorough massage it is only right that I do it properly.” He says simply but hopes the slight waver of nerves in his tone didn’t show as he turns to face you, holding a bottle of what looked to be body oil. “I found this among Echo’s things. I thought it might enhance the experience.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused and quite excited. “Echo’s, huh? Do you think he will mind?”

“I was not going to plan on telling him.” Tech announced as he poured some of the oil into his bare hands, warming it before you lay down, head on a small pillow made out of the boy's spare tops.

You positioned yourself comfortably, lying face up and watch as Tech’s hands hovered over your body, as if he was unsure where to start.

“You can start with my shoulders,” you suggested gently, easing him into it.

Tech nodded, placing his hands on your shoulders and beginning to knead the tension of both this situation and your ache away. His touch was non-surprisingly gentle yet firm, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as he worked on a particularly tight knot.

“You do appear very tense,” Tech observed, his voice tinged with modest concern.

The sensation of his hands on your skin was both soothing and electrifying. The oil, scented of lavender, made your skin glisten under the dim lighting of the ship. Each stroke, knead, sent waves of relaxation through your body, yet you couldn’t help but wonder if there was an underlying current of something more intimate and exciting afoot. You try to push the lewd thoughts away and focus back on Tech.

“Yeah, missions for Cid usually do that to a person,” you replied, your voice slightly breathless.

As the massage continued, you felt your muscles relaxing under Tech’s skilled hands. He moved down to your arms, taking his time to work out every knot and kink and even took his time on each of your hands, adding more oil to your skin which feels dry.

“You’ve done this before, I refuse to believe otherwise.” You sigh, eyes still closed and occasionally, you let out soft sounds of pleasure, unable to help yourself.

You don’t hear or see it but Tech’s breath hitched slightly each time you made a sound, and he could sense his growing arousal pressing against his pants.

After a few minutes or so, his mind doesn’t process like it usually does because out of nowhere he says, “If you are comfortable, you can remove your clothes.”

Your eyes open quickly, looking directly up into his, squinting to see his reaction behind his goggles. “Remove my clothes?”

“I…I only meant…” you watch him as he struggles to force out an answer but you take pity on him because you couldn’t deny, the idea did slightly turn you on.

Tech was adorably sweet in your eyes and you knew - also thanks to the other boys teasing - he felt something for you. You didn’t believe it at first because he was always the same around you. Though the more you paid attention, the more it clicked together like a puzzle piece. When does Tech ever stumble over his words? When is he ever usually wrong? When has he ever offered to give someone a nude, oily massage?

Naturally, you felt something for him too. You were just a bit better at hiding it than he was.

“Will you place a towel over my, you know?”

“Yes, of course. It is just for a more in-depth massage.” He clears his throat, finding his voice again and genuinely surprised you were going to go ahead with this.

You flushed but nodded, trusting him. You wait until he turns around before you remove your clothes, lying back down as Tech passed you a towel which you draped over yourself. “May I proceed?”

“Sure,” you nod as you close your eyes, allowing his hands to resume their work and starting with your legs. He is certainly a quick learner because his fingers knead the muscles with precision and as he glides higher towards your thighs, you feel his touch become more deliberate.

You take a peek at him with one eye, watching him secretly and you were certain he was looking at you with a look you had never witnessed before.

He looked starved. Tempted. Lustful.

Ever so discreetly, you part your legs just an inch, allowing his hands to work on the inner sides of your thighs. You try to control your breathing but the slight rush of wind that hits your core as his hands zoom past was hard to ignore.

He climbed higher and higher until you comfortably moved your legs further open, the towel still giving you your dignity yet you were sure it was about to roll off the table and down the gangplank.

The side of his hands were just inches away from touching your pussy and you waited with bated breath, wondering if he dared to cross the line… but he never did.

You peek at him again, watching him shake his head at himself as if he was scolding himself for thinking of doing something.

“Tech,” you breathed out, closing your eyes fully so he didn’t catch you looking at him, “you can massage my br- torso. You can massage my torso if you want.”

He moves round the table, standing at your side. Looking at the towel that covered your nude body, he feels a burn in his own as his mouth starts to salivate. “Will you be comfortable with me removing your towel in that case?”

With a mumble of clarification, Tech’s hands trembled slightly as he moved the towel aside. His gaze looked at your face first, analysing your reaction and was relieved to see that you didn’t seem to mind what was happening.

He looks away from you for a moment, grabbing the bottle of oil again and then gazes upon your chest, most notably your breasts.

He bites on his tongue to stop from making a noise as he slowly pours the oil over your hardening nipples before his fingers begin tracing the curves of your breasts, rubbing the oil in.

His touch was gentle this time, yet it sent waves of pleasure through your body. He stands behind your head, leaning over you as his hands caress and respectfully fondle your tits but his eyes? They were on your face, watching your reactions intently.

You couldn’t help it but your breathing gets heavier, your fingers gripping onto the edge of the either side of the table as his thumbs briefly kiss your nipples, the heat between your legs throbbing with an intensity that you wanted to whimper his name.

“Your skin is incredibly soft,” Tech murmured, his voice husky with arousal as he cups your breasts together, kneading gently into them.

You arched into his touch, your breathing ragged. “Tech… please, don’t stop.”

Your reaction nearly makes his knees buckle, he recognised this behaviour from many porn holovids he watched in secret. You were turned on and he was the reason for it.

He continued just like you wanted, not letting his ego explode, his hands exploring your body further with growing confidence. The massage was easily becoming increasingly steamy, your soft moans of enjoyment encouraging him further that the tent in his pants was starting to hurt.

Skillfully, his hands moved lower, exploring the expanse of your stomach, then to your hips, and finally to your inner soft and pillowy thighs. “You’re so good at this.” You whisper, biting your lip.

“Turn over, please,” Tech instructed, his voice a low and husky command.

You complied, turning onto your stomach. Tech again has to suppress his wanton noises as his eyes land on your arse. You could feel his gaze linger which silently makes you smirk. There’s a mix of admiration and professionalism in his eyes and he doesn’t know how to function for a moment. “Any pain in your back I should be aware of?” He asks, oiling his hands up once again.

“I get a small ache in my lower back sometimes.” You reply, speech slightly muffled as you lay your head flat on its side.

“Hopefully I can help with that.” He whispers, his hands landing on the area you said and gives you slow and purposeful strokes.

The sensation of his hands on your bare skin was incredibly intimate, and you felt yourself growing damp with arousal. Tech's touch was almost reverent, as if he was in awe of your body. It’s not long until his hands move to your arse, massaging you perfectly.

Your lip almost bleeds with how many times you bite down onto it but you couldn’t help the shivers that tingles your body. His professionalism was evident, but the effect he was having on you was undeniable. “Do you like this?”

“I’m definitely not going to say no,” you utter with a soft laugh, soon groaning as both of his hands knead at your left cheek.

As Tech moved around the table to work at your body at a different angle, you caught a glimpse of the clear arousal pitched in his pants.

The sight sent a thrill through you, knowing that your reactions and your body were affecting him just as much. Despite his aching erection, he maintained his composure, focusing on giving you the best massage possible and for that you were immensely grateful for. Though, you wouldn’t mind the latter.

His hands moved to your thighs one more, working their magic as he massages up and down each leg with a slow, intricate touch that makes you breathe out soft moans of delight. “Those are some rather seductive sounds you’re making, I have to say.”

Did he just flirt with you? Or was he just stating the obvious as usual? Perhaps it was both.

“Sorry, I can’t help it,” you say softly, propping yourself up on your elbows and look back at him, “you’re good with your hands.”

He stills, meeting your flirtatious gaze and has to fight every willpower he has not to palm himself infront of you, the ache in his pants throbbing and begging for release. “There is no need to apologise,” he says slowly. His hands are inching their way up your legs and ever so gently begins to spread your cheeks.

Your lips part, watching him as he locks eyes with your glistening pussy and you felt a surge of arousal as he uses two fingers to brush up between them, his touch feather-light and teasing.

“T-Tech,” you rasp, fingers gripping onto the table as he runs his fingers up and down your slicked entrance.

“Can I massage you here? I am positive there is quite a lot of tension that needs to be released.”

You nod fervently, biting your lip before you let out the most sinful cry of pleasure.

He paused for a moment to get your answer, then slowly, deliberately, he hooked a finger inside you.

The wet sounds of his fingers moving inside you filled the room, a mix of slick and rhythmic. His movements were slow at first, teasing, then gradually quickened, each thrust making your body shiver. Your arse jiggled slightly with each movement, adding to the allure of him finger-fucking you.

“You’re incredibly wet,” Tech remarked, his voice a mix of awe and satisfaction. “It’s pleasing to know you’re enjoying this.”

You could barely form a coherent response, your body trembling with desire as you buried your head into the table. “Tech… please, more.”

His fingers began to explore you more deeply, each movement, twisting, curling and pumping inside you. You moaned louder, your hands gripping the edges of the table as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy of one of many orgasms.

Tech moved to your side, and you seized the opportunity, reaching out to grab his cock through his pants. “Maker you feel so big,” you gasp in pleasant surprise, massaging it through the fabric, feeling its hardness and the heat radiating from it. His breath hitched, and he groaned softly.

“You may have the pleasure of having a look and a taste if that would satisfy you.”

With a swift motion, you pulled down his pants, freeing his cock without a second thought. You had to move your head back slightly so it didn’t slap you in your face and gaze at his member in awe.

“Looks so good…” you moan to yourself as you bring his tip to your mouth, teasing it with your tongue before taking him in. Tech’s fingers never stopped their rhythm inside you, and he began to thrust gently into your mouth, his cock moving in and out with a steady pace.

You slurp and suck on his cock like a woman starved, your hand gripping the shaft as you pump it back and forth while he rocks into your mouth.

“You look so cock-hungry. Has your pretty mouth and pussy been neglected for so long?” You never thought you’d hear these words pour out of his mouth but here you both were, you with his aching cock between your lips and his fingers deep and wet inside you. “Have your needs been met?”

The sensation was intoxicating, his fingers moving inside you while his cock filled your mouth, your reply a muffled and spit covered ‘yes’. You could feel him trembling, his control slipping as he thrust deeper, the corner of your lips stretching with a pleasurable pull.

You moved back onto your back, positioning yourself with your head tilted to the side so you could continue sucking his cock. Tech’s hands were everywhere, one playing with your oiled nipples, rolling and pinching them lightly, while the other massaged your clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and you felt yourself building to another climax as stars blur your vision.

Tech’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. He groaned your name, panting like a whore, his voice filled with desire. “I can’t… I’m going to…”

Before he could finish, he pulled out of your mouth with urgency, his eyes dark with lust. “I have to have you,” he murmured, his voice dripping with need.

You watched with wide and lusting eyes as he moved to the bottom of the table, his hands gripping your thighs firmly. In one swift motion, he pulled you close to him, your legs dangling off the edge. His cock, hard and throbbing, pressed against your exposed entrance. The anticipation was electric, your body quivering with need.

“Tech, please,” you whispered, your voice burning with desperation.

He needed no further encouragement. He grabs his cock, slipping it up and down between your folds, tapping it against your clit to watch your desperate whimpers of want before he pushes into you, filling you completely.

“Oh fuck! Tech!” You cried out in pleasure, your body arching against him as your head fell back. The sensation of his cock stretching you was overwhelming, and you gripped his arms, your fingers digging into the fabric of his sleeves because after all, he wasn’t even naked himself.

“Maker, your cunt is so tight,” Tech groaned, his voice strained with pleasure, “do not worry darling, you will adjust.”

He began to move, each thrust deep and powerful, slamming into you with an urgency that left you panting with breath. He pushes his goggles up to rest against his forehead, having steamed up from the erotic heat and then watched intently, eyes glued to the sight of his cock disappearing into you with each thrust.

“I do not think I will fit inside you completely,” he chuckles, “but I’ll make do.” his voice was husky and he looked you in the eyes.”

“You are mine,” he groans, his hands running up and down your thighs as he stills inside you, keeping his cock warm. “Stars, I have been wanting to see how you look whilst getting wonderfully fucked by my cock.”

Your eyes locked onto his, the intensity of the moment binding you together. “Tech… it’s so big,” you moaned, your voice barely more than a whisper.

“I know. But you are doing exceptionally well my dear… tell me how good it feels,” he demanded, his pace quickening. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Fuck, it’s so deep,” you cried out, your voice breaking as he begins to move his hips again. “It feels so good baby,”

Tech let out a loud groan at the pet name, legs like jelly. “I could get used to you calling me that.”

“Your body is incredible,” Tech groaned, his hands gripping your fleshy thighs tighter. “It should be cherished. Your pussy is perfect. I’ve imagined you wedged on my cock for a long time. And now you’re mine. My brothers will never get the chance to fuck you as good as I do.”

“I’ll only want you, Tech,” you gasped, your body trembling with pleasure. “I’ve always wanted you.”

Tech’s hands move to your waist, his grip almost bruising as he pounded into you. “I am going to fill you up,” he moaned, his voice low and feral as his deep-rooted kink for breeding you surfaces. “I’m going to spill my seed inside you, and you’re going to take it all.”

The thought sent a shiver of pure pleasure through your body, and you felt your orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter as your pussy gets pounded. “Yes, Tech! please, I need your hot cum so badly.” you begged, voice a desperate plea as sweat drips down your body.

Tech’s thrusts became erratic, his control slipping as he neared his own high. His fingers moved to your clit, pinching and flicking it in time with his thrusts. The added sensation made you sob with pleasure, your body trembling uncontrollably. “Shit oh - holy - fuck,” you’re mewling pathetically, watching half of his cock disappear inside of you.

He leaned over you, pinning you to the table, his face inches from yours. “Kiss me,” he ordered, his voice rough with need. You comply without a second thought, your lips crashing together in a desperate, hot kiss. He lets go of you, hands holding on the table as it rocked back and forth as he buries himself in and out of you.

Just as you were about to fall over into blissful release, Tech pulled out, making you whimper at the loss. “N-no, no why?”

You watch with hazy eyes as he starts to stroke himself, trying to stave off his orgasm. “Beg for my cock,” he commanded, his eyes heavy with hunger. “Tell me how much you need it.”

“Please, baby, Tech, I need you,” you pleaded, your voice desperate. “I need your cock inside me. Fuck me again, please.”

Satisfied, Tech pulled you off the table and turned you around, bending you over. He lifted one of your legs to rest on the table, angling your body perfectly. “This position will allow for deeper penetration,” he explained, his voice tinged with anticipation. “I shall be able to hit that sweet spot inside you perfectly.”

With that, he thrust back into you, his cock driving deep and hitting just the right spot. You gasp out in pleasure, your hands gripping the edge of the table for support. “Yes, Tech, right there,” you moaned. “It feels so good.”

“Good girl,” Tech groaned, his pace relentless. “Take it all my darling.”

His large, veiny cock buried deep inside you, hitting every sensitive spot. He reached forward to spank your arse, making it bounce with every thrust. “So receptive.”

Just as you thought you couldn’t take any more, Tech flipped you onto your back again, lifting your legs to dangle off his shoulders. He pounded into you with renewed vigor, his pace becoming erratic as he felt himself ready to give you everything.

“I’m going to cum,” he growled, his voice low and feral. “You will be so full.”

“Yes, Tech, do it,” you urged, your voice breathless as you move your hand between your legs, rubbing your clit to match him. “I need it so much.”

With a final, loud thrust, Tech buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came. The sensation pushed you into another orgasm, your body trembling with pleasure.

For a moment, the galaxy seemed to stand still, the only sounds were the heavy breathing and soft moans of pleasure. As Tech slowly pulled out, you felt his warm cum slip out of you and you watch in awe as he collected it on his fingers and, with a possessive look, pushed it back inside you.

“I want every drop to stay inside you,” he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. “I want you to remember this.”

The sensation of his fingers inside you, combined with the aftershocks of your orgasm, made you shiver. “I won’t forget,” you whispered.

Tech leaned down, capturing your lips in a soft, tender kiss. “You are incredible,” he murmured against your lips. “I never imagined…”

“Me neither,” you replied, a smile tugging at your lips. “But I’m glad it happened.”

Tech pulled you into a gentle embrace, the intimacy of the moment leaving you both feeling connected in a way you hadn’t before. “I… I hope I did not hurt you.”

“No, not at all.” You reply with a comforting smile, “I’m just dazed.”

He smiles, pulling his goggles back down after wiping them clear. “As you could probably tell, I always had feelings for you,” he admitted softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I just didn’t know how to express them.”

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with affection. “I feel the same way, Tech. And not going to lie, I think I’ve always known.”

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Okay so. Follow-up to my ask abt disability and sex. I have a character who wears knee braces to help with both pain and frequent dislocation issues, and I'm not sure if he'd leave them on during sex? I'm both sexually inexperienced and fortunate enough to have knees that stay where they're supposed to, so I'm not entirely sure if dislocation is a risk. I assume it would depend on the position, so are there any positions that would be most comfortable for him/any that would be an absolute no? Any that would be okay with the braces but not without?

Hello!

There's a few things to consider here.

First: What kinds of braces do they use?

Some braces are more comfortable than others. For example, simple fabric braces can probably stay on without too much discomfort but a more complex brace that has metal, Velcro, clips, etc. probably wouldn't be as comfortable.

Even the fabric braces -- depending on where they are and what kind of movements your character is doing -- can become uncomfortable and chafe if there's a lot of sweating and movement going on.

If dislocation is an issue for your character generally, then sex could definitely make it worse. There are methods/strategies to reduce the risk of dislocations and other injuries, however.

For example, some people will use pillows to prop themselves up into more comfortable positions. This helps to provide more support and take some of the weight/strain off of their joints.

Another method they could use is adjusting their position so that they aren't putting strain on sensitive/affected joints.

For instance, a character who has a lot of problems with their wrists may choose to brace themselves with their elbows instead of their palms.

If your character's knees are a problem for them, they would want to avoid positions that put the strain on them. Positions where they're seated, laying down on their back or side, or otherwise reclined would be good. Positions where they're on their knees, standing up, or having their legs stretched/extended for long periods of time should be avoided.

There are some positions that could work if they have the right supports. For example, being on their hands and knees could work if they have pillows under their chest/stomach to help take the weight off their knees.

Depending on what disability your character has and what other symptoms (if any) that they experience, you may benefit from looking into tips for those with hypermobility, Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (EDS), and other joint-related conditions. Even if the symptoms don't match up fully with your character's experiences, you may still find them helpful.

Cheers,

~ Mod Icarus

[snakebites-and-ink]

Hí hí!!! I have a request :3

A villain Whumpee whom was a big big issue for the heroes, until the heroes managed to capture them and torture them in the name of "justice" before becoming their Caretaker once they believe the villain's been thoroughly "redeemed", the villain having become a mass of coping mechanisms and survival strategies due to the trauma and reduced to an overly-fawning constantly-afraid mess despite previously being super cocky and arrogant :3 (bonus if the villain's winged!!!!!)

Thanks for the request! I had fun with it :)

CW: Imprisonment, corrupt "heroes", stress position, implied other tortures, conditioning, messed up view of redemption

Villain was marched into the superheroes’ headquarter by a triumphant hero. Villain was kept bound in power-dampening cuffs, and surrounded by heroes ready to overpower any attempt at escape. They tried to break free, of course, they had to at least try, but they were quickly snagged and towed back to the center of their escort.

As they were taken through the building, Villain was met with taunts and disdain, while the hero who’d caught them was greeted with cheers and congratulations. Villain tried to lash out but was manhandled back into position.

“Thank goodness. You’ve been a thorn in our side for far too long,” one of the heroes said to Villain as they neared the procession.

“All the things you��ve destroyed, the people you’ve hurt…You’re a demon. You even look like one.” The hero reached out to touch the edge of their wing, and Villain jerked it away with a dark glare.

“Now, now,” Superhero interjected, “We don’t judge people based on what they look like, we judge what they’ve done. But I’m afraid Villain has done some rather horrible things.” The regret in their tone sounded more mocking than genuine. Then they spoke to Villain directly: “But don’t worry. We’ll give you a chance to make up for it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Villain snarled.

“Nasty temper, too,” Superhero tsked. “But no matter. The point is, everyone deserves a chance at redemption. And we’re going to help you with that. You pay for your crimes, and you might get a chance at something better. That’ll all depend on you.”

“I don’t need your redemption.”

“Of course you do, villain.”

Superhero barked some orders, and Villain was dragged to a cell. They struggled once more, but couldn’t get free, not surrounded by superheroes and with their powers dampened. They were thrown in, to wait for their ‘redemption’ to start, whatever that would mean.

* * *

Villain shook with strain as they were held in a stress position, the latest in a string of torments. They’d tried, more as an automatic response than anything, to hide behind their wings from Hero, who hadn’t taken kindly to it. This wasn’t about redemption, this was about the heroes’ preferences. Of course, they still construed it as some form of redemption or betterment. Something about not trying to conceal themself or escape justice.

Some of the heroes had rigged up a system designed to keep them in place, and stab into them if they moved too far out of position.

A bead of blood trickled down the skin of their wing. Villain corrected the position to stop the sharpness from biting into them.

Their own treacherous thoughts murmured to them that they wouldn’t be in this position—both literally and figuratively—if they’d only done what the heroes wanted.

They glared towards nothing in particular. The expression was undermined with a pained grimace. It was one thing after another in this so-called path to redemption. The heroes seemed convinced that the only way for Villain to make up for their past villainy was through suffering. Suffering of every kind. And more suffering.

This was just one of the many ways they were hurt. If it wasn’t a stress position enforced by biting sharpness, it would be something else. But knowing that didn’t make it any easier to bear.

* * *

Walking more or less freely among the heroes, Villain felt like they were walking on eggshells.

They’d been redeemed. The heroes had assured them. They’d reached that invisible threshold only the heroes seemed to be able to discern, that inscrutable point at which they’d suffered enough to pay for their evils.

All the pain and suffering they’d struggled through….It was worth it, right? Right. They were finally redeemed.

But they were still nervous. Even as they told themself it was done, a part of them waited for the other shoe to drop, for the heroes to be upset by something, for Villain to be hurt again.

Villain trembled slightly, doing their best to hide it. They knew the heroes wouldn’t be happy to see them still afraid now that they’d been redeemed. Their disapproval was gentle (now), but it still scared Villain.

They kept their wings politely folded behind them, not trying to duck beneath them no matter how Villain wanted to hide from the world and the people who’d hurt them.

A hand rested on them, and Villain stiffened—not quite flinching, never flinching away from what was right and just.

The hero noticed. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” Villain smiled, polite and agreeable hoping it was enough to cover the hint of panic in their eyes.

“Good. Well, we’re having a game night and we’d like you to join us. Help you reintegrate.” The hero smiled back, and Villain nodded. “Come on.” The hero took Villain by the arm—gently, they were always gentle now that Villain had been redeemed—and led them through the headquarters.

On the way, they passed the holding wing, full of cells and torture chambers anything else the heroes needed to keep villains in check. Villain couldn’t help but step back when they saw a door they’d come to associate with torment, pulling out of the hero’s gentle grip.

“Please, I—” They bit their tongue, halting the protests.

Their hero escort looked at them with patience and pity (and was that a hint of amusement?). “You’ve paid your dues. You don’t need to be afraid of that anymore—unless you return to your evil ways.”

Villain shook their head frantically. They wouldn’t! They knew better. They were better, now, they had to keep reminding themself of that.

(They didn’t feel better.)

“Okay, let’s just move on past here,” The hero said, a touch of sympathy imbuing their voice. They gently pushed Villain through the hall. Villain’s racing heart started to calm when the area was out of sight.

“Better?” the hero asked. Villain hesitated, then nodded. It was okay. They were better now. Their redemption was done. They weren’t supposed to be afraid anymore. “Great. Let’s go play some games.”

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Weltschmerz is a German word that describes a feeling of sadness, weariness, or hopelessness about the world. It's made up of the words Welt, meaning "world", and Schmerz, meaning "pain".

[Thanks Ellen Geller]

* * * *

Put one foot in front of the other. Repeat.

November 16, 2024

Robert B. Hubbell

It was a tough week—on the heels of an even tougher week. A few Democrats are revved up and ready to jump back in the fight. But if my inbox is a reliable indicator, many (most?) people are still reeling from the losses on Election Day. They are bewildered, exhausted, tapped out emotionally and financially, and angry. You wouldn’t be human if you did not feel those emotions in some measure. Hopes were high, and the loss was unexpected. The disappointment was exacerbated by PTSD.

The president-elect has a feral sense that many Democrats are emotionally vulnerable. His cabinet picks are designed to rub salt in our wounds and deepen our sense of bewilderment. We must recognize that the ludicrous nominations over the past week are part of a strategy to dispirit and weaken Democrats—in hopes of reducing their resolve to resist his dark plans.

We cannot give in to the president-elect’s transparent ploy. Although I am not a fan of the Godfather movie franchise (no hate mail, please!), every American knows the line, “‘It’s not personal, Sonny. It’s strictly business.”

Trump’s bizarre, anti-government nominations are not personal. They are strictly business—to Trump and to us. He is using them as an emotional cudgel against Democrats and a test of loyalty for incredulous Republicans. Our job is to defeat as many of the nominations as possible—thereby demonstrating that Trump is vulnerable and weak after his narrow win.

It is possible that Trump will resort to unilateral recess appointments by forcing an adjournment of Congress for ten days so that he can cram his unqualified, anti-establishment choices on the American people.

Doing so would be a mistake and would overplay Trump's hand. The officers would be branded as illegitimate leaders who could not make it through a Senate confirmation. More importantly, such a move would instantly convert Trump into America’s first (and last) dictator.

No other president has forced an adjournment of Congress, much less for the anti-democratic purpose of evading the Senate’s “advice and consent” role under the Constitution. Although lawsuits would challenge the recess appointments unilaterally engineered by Trump, the bigger point is that the move would drop all pretense of a president bound by the rule of law.

Whatever the Framers thought they were doing with the recess appointments and the adjournment clause, none of them believed those clauses could be manipulated to strip the Senate of its constitutional obligation to review presidential nominations.

If Trump manages to remove the Senate’s advice and consent role from the Constitution, he will sow the seeds of his quick undoing.

As I write, it appears that the nominations of Matt Gaetz, Pete Hegseth, and Robert Kennedy are in trouble—at least if they go through the Senate confirmation process.

We can help keep up the pressure by notifying our Senators and Representatives that we oppose the nominations of Gaetz, Hegseth, Kennedy, and Gabbard. See Jessica Craven’s Chop Wood Carry Water for a word script and link to phone numbers. Chop Wood, Carry Water 11/14.

There are two other themes that deserve mention as we head into the weekend.

The first is the stand-alone injury to women across America who hoped that the 2024 election would be a major step to re-establishing their status as equal citizens under the Constitution. Few opinion writers or journalists have mentioned that the re-election of Trump has dashed those hopes—at least for another four years.

Mother Jones has addressed the issue of the election’s impact on women in its article, Of Misogyny, Musk, and Men by Clara Jeffrey. The article runs under the sub-header “Women are not okay. We’re furious.”  

For all of the punditry analyzing the reason for Democrats’ loss on November 5, almost none of them mention the Trump campaign’s explicit appeal to sexism among young men. Any pundit who purports to analyze the reasons for Kamala Harris’s loss and does not list misogyny among the top three reasons is running cover for Trump—whether they intend to or not.

The second issue is the unrelenting tidal wave of pundit analyses that seek to assign blame for the Democratic loss. Spoiler alert: The reason is (allegedly) that Democrats are “liberal elitists” who ignored the working class.

The above analysis is both wrong and lazy. But even if it were accurate, it beggars belief that journalists and pundits are wasting their time assigning blame at the very moment that Trump “is slouching toward Bethlehem” in the manner of the “rough beast” in The Second Coming.1

If the above metaphor is too obscure for a Saturday morning, here is another: Imagine that we are on an oil drilling platform in the North Sea. A fire has started in the galley and threatens to engulf the entire platform. What is the better course of action? To argue over who is responsible for starting the fire in the galley or to work on extinguishing the fire?

It is appropriate and necessary to understand how and why Democrats fell short in 2024. But to do so at a time when we are stranded on a burning platform is suicidal. Assigning blame may fill column inches but it corrodes unity. The legacy media is failing us.

And yet, readers cannot resist the temptation to forward articles to me with the thesis, “Democrats are liberal elitists who got what they deserved.” I get a dozen such emails a day (often multiple duplicates of the latest from NYT or WaPo). I have received hundreds since November 5.

Amplifying such articles merely compounds the journalistic malpractice of the legacy media. We should not give them oxygen. They invite disputation and discord. They are inimical to our prime objective: Resist the efforts of the Trump administration to erode the rule of law.

Robert B. Hubbell Newsletter

[noitsbecky127]

rebecca watches ds9: civil defense

hello miles!

and jake!

do you really want to outright delete the files? hopefully they’re backed up somewhere. deleting things permanently always bites you in the ass in fiction

jesus fuck that’s 131 fahrenheit

oh this is about to go to shit isn’t it

yep it’s going to shit!

of course it has that contingency. how are they gonna get out of this one

it would be too easy if odo could fix this, so he will not be able to fix this

how the fuck did quark get cardassian security clearance

ok they seem to have gotten the contingency to stop, but we’re only 7 minutes in so i don’t think that’s the end of it

wonder why that random file was what triggered it anyway

hard to surrender to cardassian security when there is no cardassian security

dukat shut the FUCK up challenge

you got this jake

oh shit time’s up

idk what that gas does but it is probably bad!

good thing they escaped just in time!

of course there’s a contingency for escape. should’ve seen that one coming

I wonder if maybe garak could help

oh comms are down aren’t they

this is murphy’s law in action right now

“time for a less subtle approach” *grabs gun*

LMAO was pointing it at julian really necessary? she definitely did not need to do that

if the field’s there to protect ops then there ought to be a way to shut it off from in there

three years? but we’re barely into season 3

what am i doing, trying to make sense of trek’s timelines is a fool’s errand. you measure that shit with your heart

oh god quark and odo are locked in together. this is gonna be fun

i love their dynamic so much. they’re so fucking funny

i cannot figure out what the siskos and miles are trying to do here. are they hoping to break the door down

ah. new plan. explode the door open. that’s as good of a strategy as any

oh jadzia’s hands look painful

good thing julian’s here!

why is julian always in ops? why is he not in the infirmary? what exactly is he doing up there?

stop making me hear dukat’s voice

yep i was right! garak is here and capable of helping! hopefully he will do so. for his boyfriend if nothing else

ok he can’t fix this but he can probably do SOMETHING

unfortunately destroying the life support systems will also kill everyone

“that gives us twelve hours to regain control of this station” and then what’s your plan for the life support? regaining control of the station will not help you to not suffocate!

“in all likelihood i am dead” god i fucking wish

well, i guess two hours is better than five minutes!

wait I want to know more about quark’s dad

i want to know about his family in general actually. knowing star trek he and rom could have like five more siblings lmao

how many ferengi has odo met? aside from the main three not many have come aboard ds9

“can i have the phaser back? 🥺” “no 😤”

oh yay technobabble time

hopefully the technobabble will save them!

the girlfriends are off, now it’s just the boyfriends

I love them so much

LEVEL 4???

THAT GUY JUST GOT FUCKING DISINTEGRATED WHAT THE SHIT

WHY IS DUKAT HERE NOW

DUKAT FUCK OFF AND DIE CHALLENGE

oh christ what are his demands gonna be

leave garak alone!

i bet dukat’s homophobic

oh yeah no he is just ITCHING to call garak a slur. he wants so badly to be homophobic but that would require the show to acknowledge the existence of gay people

no dukat, ds9 really doesn’t need a permanent cardassian presence

kira is so hot when she’s being intimidating

damn it’s already been 90 minutes? time moves fast around here

OH MY GODDDD

i’m losing my shit here. this is the most on-brand thing to ever happen to dukat. get fucked

unfortunately now no one can stop the self-destruct

the fact that dukat isn’t allowed to say homophobic slurs has reduced him to saying “tailor” like it’s an insult

how are they gonna solve this in the next 25 minutes

perhaps the siskos and miles will be able to fix it

garak to dukat: she gay dude stop it lol

“i should have executed you years ago” “oh you tried, remember?” GARAK MY BELOVED

this is like a fever. they’re demolishing this station in the hopes that they’ll get the self-destruct before it gets them

I’m not entirely sure what Dukat just did but it seems to have worked!

the siskos and miles are gonna save the day!!!

wonder why odo’s forcefield is separate from the others

ah yeah, that makes sense, the cardassians would rather just let him die

that’s a fuckton of rubble

oh god what is it now

oh that does not look good

oh shit miles!

keep going sisko you only have like two minutes

jake saves the day?

jake saves the day!!!

the reactor overloaded but the station remains intact, so ig whatever they were doing there worked

“a self-important con artist who’s nowhere near as clever as he thinks he is” yeah that’s pretty accurate

i love odo roasting quark

[hyperlexichypatia]

Hey! I was reading your post outlining your thoughts on punishment and coercive control. I have a powerful distaste for punitive justice measures myself, but I'm still working through what I think should be done about violence, and I'd love to hear your thoughts: The reality is that there are many individuals who are violent to others, whether that's a child who punches another child, a manager who abuses their power over subordinates, or a person who injures another while experiencing a frightening break from reality. There are those who are unwilling to admit wrongdoing, and those who are determined to continue causing pain regardless of consequences. How do we respond to violence? How do we make efforts to end hurt and prevent further hurt? My gut reaction is to say that we should try to physically remove those who want to perpetuate violence from their potential victims, but that inherently requires a level of violence and coercion to enact. I'd love to hear if you have any thoughts on what can be done right now with our current tools and knowledge to reduce violence without punishment.

Well, my point wasn't that punishment is always wrong. It was that people support cruel, unjust, disproportionate punishments because they conceptualize them as "not punishment." I did say that there should be less punishment overall, but I don't think you can, or should, ever completely eliminate punishment as a motivator.

Like. Look, ideally, people would treat other people with respect because they have an inner moral code telling them to. However, sometimes, that isn't the case. Sometimes, people only refrain from doing terrible (or just mildly annoying) things to other people because there would be negative consequences for themselves. That's basically unavoidable.

And, look -- what I'm going to say next is a massive oversimplified generalization. There will be many circumstances in which this may not apply, or it may be more complicated than that. However. That said.

In general, all else being equal, the negative consequence of treating someone badly is that the other person will leave the situation where they're being treated badly.

Like, in the example of a child hitting another child, typically, all else being equal, the child being hit will either fight back or leave. And that's not to say it isn't sometimes (not always! It varies!) helpful for an adult with greater conflict resolution skills to step in and demonstrate some of those strategies, but in the absence of an adult, the kids will usually figure it out.

In the example of the manager who is cruel to their employees, typically the natural consequences of this is that the employees leave, and the manager has no one to help them do their tasks.

If someone is lashing out due to a differing perception of reality, people who aren't already looking for an excuse to oppress a neurodivergent person will simply give that person a wide berth until they calm down.

The problem -- and what leads violent acts to cross the line from "interpersonal violence" into "abuse" -- is when an external source of power prevents the victim from being able to escape.

The employee who can't quit working for their abusive manager, because they live under a capitalist system where they need "a job" to have food and shelter.

The child under the authority of parents and teachers who force them to socialize with the bully child and "just be nice" and "don't fight" and "stay in your seat" and won't let them escape.

The person with a differing perception of reality lashing out in self defense because xe's being cornered and controlled, then having their self-defense labeled as "aggressive behavior."

The person who can't leave their abusive partner because they're financially dependent on them, or need their permission to stay in a country, or to be with their children.

That's why I tend not to focus on the question of "How can, or should, we punish people who commit interpersonal violence?" or even "How can we prevent people from committing interpersonal violence?" as much as "What material conditions, laws, and systems of power prevent people from escaping interpersonal violence and allow interpersonal violence to become abuse? "

[coreconnectionphysio]

From Injury to Recovery: What to Expect in Sports Physiotherapy

Sports injuries are a common occurrence among athletes of all levels. Whether it's a strained muscle, a sprained ankle, or a more serious injury such as a torn ligament, the road to recovery can be challenging and often requires the assistance of a sports physiotherapist.

Understanding Sports Physiotherapy

Sports physiotherapy is a specialized branch of physical therapy that focuses on the assessment, treatment, and prevention of sports-related injuries. Sports physiotherapists are trained to work with athletes to help them recover from injuries, improve their physical performance, and reduce the risk of future injuries.

Initial Assessment

The first step in sports physiotherapy is the initial assessment, where the physiotherapist will evaluate the athlete's injury, medical history, and physical condition. This assessment helps the physiotherapist develop a personalized treatment plan that addresses the athlete's specific needs and goals.

Treatment Plan

Once the assessment is complete, the physiotherapist will work with the athlete to develop a treatment plan. This plan may include a combination of techniques such as manual therapy, strengthening exercises, stretching, and modalities like ice or heat therapy. The physiotherapist will also provide guidance on how to manage pain, inflammation, and swelling during the recovery process.

Progressive Rehabilitation

Sports physiotherapy focuses on progressive rehabilitation, which means that the athlete will gradually increase their level of activity and intensity as their injury heals. The physiotherapist will monitor the athlete's progress closely and make adjustments to the treatment plan as needed to ensure a safe and effective recovery.

Prevention Strategies

In addition to treating injuries, sports physiotherapists also work with athletes to develop strategies for preventing future injuries. This may involve educating the athlete on proper warm-up and cool-down techniques, recommending exercises to improve strength and flexibility, and providing guidance on equipment and technique modifications to reduce the risk of injury.

Returning to Play

Once the athlete has completed their rehabilitation program and the physiotherapist is confident in their readiness to return to play, they will provide guidance on how to safely reintegrate into sports activities. This may involve a gradual return to training and competition, with ongoing monitoring to ensure that the athlete is able to perform at their best without risking re-injury.

Sports physiotherapy plays a crucial role in helping athletes recover from injuries and return to their sport stronger and more resilient than before. By working closely with a sports physiotherapist and following a personalized treatment plan, athletes can expect to not only recover from their injuries but also learn valuable strategies for preventing future injuries. Sports physiotherapy is not just about getting back on the field or court – it's about empowering athletes to achieve their peak performance potential while staying healthy and injury-free.

[rthritis]

TIPS FOR PROTECTING YOUR JOINTS

The LESS Model

Listen to your body - Stop an activity if you experience a new or more intense pain than usual - Limit or change activities that increase your pain. You may need to modify your typical routine. Energy conservation - Build breaks into your routine to allow your joints to rest and reduce times of irritation. Taking breaks can also give you more energy for the task overall. - Avoid activities that can't be stopped. - Plan your day to alternate high-energy tasks with ones that don't require as much energy. Plan difficult tasks for peak energy times. Strong joints take the lead - Use larger and stronger joints for activities to reduce the strain on smaller and/or weaker joints. i) Carry heavy items close to your body ii) Carry bags over your shoulder iii) Lift items with your forearms or the palms of your hands rather than your fingers iv) Open jars with your palm instead of your fingers v) Slide or push objects rather than lift them vi) Use a shopping cart or laundry cart instead of carrying a basket vii) Ask your health care provider if wearing an orthosis or brace would help support your affected joints Strategize - Your health care provider may recommend making changes around your home or using adaptive equipment to help make daily tasks easier. - Review your daily routine and activities with your provider to identify times when your joints may be at risk. Create strategies around those tasks to prevent going back to bad habits. - If the strategies are too difficult or not realistic for you, develop a new plan with your provider. It may take a few tries to find the strategies that work best for you!

[creepling]

SYDNEY O'HARA - TCM GAME ORIGINAL CHARACTER

"I'm gonna kill that motherfucker for what he did to me, along with the rest of his nutjob family."

Here I present an oc I will probably never use but I wanted to share the character card I made for her because she is pretty neat. Tough as nails, Sydney has seen the world, but nothing prepares her for the nightmare in the Slaughter household. After a one night stand-gone sour with Johnny, she becomes a victim to the family. Two weeks before the capture and death of Maria, Sydney powers through the survivours guilt to strategise an escape. When the chaos of the new-found victims erupts, Sydney takes her chance and does everything in her power to clear the path to survival -- seeking revenge while doing so.

ATTRIBUTES

-- TOUGHNESS 30. surviving as long as she should have, sydney is tough as nails. battling through her pain and scars, she can take a few hits while in the heat of battle.

-- ENDURANCE 15. unfortunately smoking since the age of twelve doesn't have a good affect on the lungs. sydney works best in short outbursts, but doesn't have the stamina to go long distance.

-- STRENGTH 25. fuelled by pure adrenaline and rage, sydney's strength is surprising considering her tortured condition. but when you mess with the bull, you get the horns.

-- PROFICIENCY 15. sydney is use to bulldozing her way through situations and doesn't have the patience to unlock objectives. protecting the victims who have the smarts for these things will help her in the long run.

-- STEALTH 45. she is known to be sneaky when she needs to be. with her experience sneaking backstage at concerts, onto tour buses, squatting when sleeping gets tough; sydney knows how to slip by unnoticed.

ABILITY - VENGENCE

sydney's ability makes her great for defense against the family. depending on how you go up the tree, you can use sydney's ability as a grapple without the worry of losing and being killed (health deducted from attacks by other family members is halfed while using ability). you can also use it to drain the family's stamina, reduce the cooldown period to use the ability as much as you can, or keep the family in a stand off for a longer period to buy others more time to complete objectives.

EDIT NOTE: i forgot to clarify that there is unique animations sydney has with the family members when using her ability. she wrestles, scratches, headbutts, bites, and specifically for bubba she jumps on his back and tries to gouge his eyes out which puts him in a panic (in case you were wondering how she can grapple him). yeah she crazy. don't mess with bitches from staten island!!

lvl one. cooldown period is reduced by 20% OR duration of ability lasts three seconds OR ability drains family's stamina by 20%

lvl two. cooldown period is reduced by 35% OR duration of ability lasts five seconds OR ability drains family's stamina by 45%

lvl three. cooldown period is reduced by 50% OR duration of ability last seven seconds OR ability drains family's stamina by 75%

UNIQUE PERKS

POULTRY BUTCHER. sydney can silence chickens without the use of a bone scrap (has 4 charges at lvl three)

COME AND GET ME. if sydney makes noise, any attack within 15 seconds by a family member will result in 80% less damage (at max lvl)

DEATH CROAK. incapitating grandpa reduces the family bond by 2.5 levels and delays his next feed by 30 seconds (at max lvl)

VICTIM PERKS

syndey can attain the following perks . . .

bounce back better, choose flight, conditioned, deadbolt, efficient backstabber, exit strategy, fuse lights, grappler, high tolerence, highly skilled, hush or die, immunity, jack in the box, overlooked, radar detector, ran track, tae kwon door.

VOICELINES

"these scheeves picked on the wrong girl."

"hey! how the hell you get outta here?"

"you dead-ass right now? they're gonna hear us if you keep running around like that!"

"jeez, try being a little more quiet next time."

"sick, this might open that door."

"i don't care if those fuckers find me, i'm ready for them."

"get out of here, i'll handle this."

[progged when seeing johnny] "shit, it's him. he don't look so handsome no more..."

[prompted when fighting johnny] "this is what you get, you fuckhead! don't mess with me!"

"they're crazy, they're all goddamn crazy."

"hey, asshole! come and get some."

[when seeing other victims] "if you figure out a way to get us outta here, i can district them."

"wanna kill me? you ain't got the guts."

[drsameermittalorth]

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[crimesides]

𝐕𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈 ( jon bernthal )

BASIC INFORMATION full name: victor maretti nickname(s): “vic,” “old man maretti” (though he hates it) age: late 40s – early 50s height: 5’11” build: broad-shouldered, stocky but strong ethnicity: italian-american eye color: dark brown, often looks tired but sharp hair: dark brown, streaks of gray, usually unkempt DISTINGUISHED MARKS › calloused hands from years of working with firearms and machinery › old bullet wound scar on his left shoulder › tattoo of a wolf’s head on his forearm (remnants of a past he doesn’t talk about)

PERSONALITY & TRAITS mbti: istp – the craftsman enneagram: type 8 (the challenger) temperament: gruff, pragmatic, but surprisingly protective mannerisms: always has a cigarette tucked behind his ear or in hand grumbles under his breath a lot but means well. swears like a sailor, especially when annoyed, taps his fingers on the counter while thinking CORE TRAITS ✅ skilled and methodical — there isn’t a gun he can’t modify or fix ✅ practical, no-nonsense, but has a hidden soft spot for people he considers ‘his’ ✅ respects intelligence & grit, especially in people who prove themselves ✅ won’t turn on someone he’s loyal to, even if it costs him ❌ stubborn as hell, hates admitting when he’s wrong ❌ carries a lot of guilt from his past ❌ hates being reminded of his age or the things he’s lost

BACKGROUND & HISTORY › born and raised in gotham’s east end, vic grew up around crime but never wanted to be a part of it. his father was a low-level enforcer for the bertinelli family, & his older brother got deep into the life. vic, on the other hand, was more interested in mechanics, especially guns. › joined the military at 18 as an escape but only lasted a few years before going awol. whatever happened during his time overseas, he doesn’t talk about it. he came back different — hardened but unwilling to be anyone’s pawn. › became one of gotham’s best underground gunsmiths. he never sells to just anyone— he has a personal code. he’ll supply mercenaries, thieves, even vigilantes, but never psychopaths or people who kill without reason. › he’s been a supplier for helena bertinelli for years, which is how he met daphne. at first, he didn’t think much of her, assuming she was just another reckless kid. but over time, she impressed him with her intelligence, & he became an almost reluctant mentor to her. › now, daphne is one of the few people he genuinely cares about, even if he won’t say it outright. if she needs weapons, gear, or a safe place to lay low, vic’s shop is always open to her. he grumbles about it, but he’d put a bullet in anyone who tried to harm her.

SKILLS & ABILITIES › master gunsmith & weapons engineer – can modify, repair, or custom-build almost any firearm or blade › hand-to-hand combat (old school) – he’s no acrobat, but he can throw a punch and take one › street-smart & well-connected – knows who’s who in gotham’s underworld & who to avoid › tactical thinking – he doesn’t just supply weapons; he understands strategy and positioning › strong morality (even if twisted) – won’t arm people who cross certain lines, no matter the money

EQUIPMENT & TOOLS. › underground workshop & gun store (maretti’s armory): officially a “repair shop,” but those who know, know. › custom-built handgun (personal use): old but deadly accurate, modified to reduce recoil › cigar box full of secrets: keeps notes, old photos, and a list of people he’ll never do business with › hidden safehouse: few know where it is, but it’s where he keeps his real stash

RELATIONSHIPS & DYNAMICS. DAPHNE JETT (protégé/favorite pain in the ass) › at first, he saw her as just another reckless kid playing vigilante. › over time, she impressed him with her intelligence, restraint, & strategic mind. › their dynamic is gruff mentor/grumbling uncle figure — he’ll complain about helping her but will always do it. › he calls her “fox” or “brat,” rarely by her real name. › if she’s in trouble, he’ll show up—gun in hand, scowl on his face. HELENA BERTINELLI (longtime business relationship, mutual respect) › he’s supplied her for years but doesn’t fully agree with her ‘moral crusade.’ › they have a deep but complicated respect — she trusts him, but he keeps his distance from her war. › if she asks for something, he won’t ask questions. but he’ll warn her when she’s playing too dangerous a game. LUKA GRAYSON (rival, distrust & mutual hate) › luka once tried to buy weapons from vic for something nasty. vic turned him down. › since then, luka has been a problem — undercutting vic, trying to sabotage his work. › there’s real animosity between them, & vic would love an excuse to put a bullet in him.

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE. greatest strength: his skill and experience — he’s seen it all, done most of it, & knows how to survive. greatest weakness: he carries a lot of guilt from his past — things he’s done, people he’s lost. deepest fear: becoming the kind of man his father was— ruthless, without a code. moral code: he has lines he won’t cross. no weapons for sadists, child traffickers, or people with more bloodlust than sense.

[generalsolae]

Hi! This is just another small thing where my OC starts to form her clone battalion. Hope you enjoy!!

(She is so beatiful)

Word count: 919 Wornings: none

The 777th

She didi it, Kayra finally passed the trials, making her master really proud. She was only eighteen years old, it was rare for someone so young to become Jedi Knight, but the council did recognized her skills. In addition, they did needed more knight, that is probably why both her and Anakin were knighted so early, even if she was a couple of years older than he was. The war was becoming harder and harder every day, more and more clones were dying on the front lines and Kayra hated it. She wanted to choose her own unit, she knew no Jedi did that but she figured that giving it a shot and going to ask the chancellor the permission to do that couldn’t hurt anybody and, with her surprise, he granted her that permission. She did not exactly liked the emperor, she felt something strange about him, even if she could not figure what it was. He surely did gave her chills of uneasiness.

“Oh, general Solae. Welcome.” Jedi master Shaak-Ti greeted her, leading her inside Tipoca City as she crossed her arms behind her back. Kayra smiled at her, bowing her head as a sign of respect “Master.” “I heard you insisted much on choosing your troops.” She said as she led her to the observation room of the training room, “I can’t help but wonder why?” Kayra followed her, crossing her arms behind her back too as she look at Shaak Ti “I don’t want the responsibility to lead an entire legion as the chancellor wanted me to. I prefer to know the abilities of the troopers to reduce the losses to a minimum rate; I value the lives of the clones, even if most don’t.” Shaak Ti nodded, moving her gaze to the window to inspect the training clones “On that we agree, general Solae.” Kayra smiled “Call me Kayra, I hate unnecessary formalities.” She said, making Shaak Ti make a small smile. The room was small, its metallic colors and its bright white light were almost hurting Kayra’s eyes, which ere used to the warm lights of the Jedi temple.

When Kayra turned to look out of the window, at the clones training, she had to take a second look. There were three clone troopers and what appeared to be… four female clone trooper “Are those… female troopers?” Shaak Ti nodded “This is a squad of defective clones, coming from a different line of clones. The kaminoans used a second donor, a volunteer, to experiment cloning theories so they could use them on the first line to make new clone commando and more efficient troops.” Kayra was mostly impressed “who is the donor?” “A human male named Rhea Cordua. We don’t know why he volunteer to do this, he passed a year ago.” Kayra nodded “Tell me more about this clones.” The girl was curious about these clones, to say at least. She had always find clones fascinating: they were all physically the same and yet so different from one another. “Well, they are CT/2-99s and CT/F2-99s. Each of their mutations brought a defective trait in them. Cadet CT/F2-9904, for example” She said pointing at the clone “has exceptional stealth and strategy skills, she always find a solution to what could seems desperate solutions, but she also is too emotional, she attaches too easily and has some problems on following orders. In addition, her growing chamber had a leak, making her… very hyperactive.” Kayra scoffed a little chuckle “I’m already starting to like her,” She said watching as she took out many droids with her sisters and brothers with her two blasters “and she is skilled indeed, what’s her name?” “They call her Joy, and I must say that name quite fit her.”

The girl kept inspecting the clones, each one of them was essential for the other; they worked perfectly together, combining all of their attacks. But suddenly one of them rushed into battle, getting himself knocked out by one droid, his brother quickly bringing him safe, making the girl hiss, imagining the clone’s pain after that smack “Ouch, who’s that?” “They call him Scar, CT/2-9901” Shaak Ti answered, “He’s the first experimental clone of this line. He is very agile and good with almost any kind of combat styles and weapon and has heightened senses, but is also reckless and very impatient. That caused him to perish in many battles, that’s why they call him Scar.” Kayra nodded, seeing one of his brother taking off his helmet, exposing his scarred face. “How many of this second line there are?” “Thirteen CT/2-99s and eight CT/F2-99s.” Shaak Ti answered, “They haven’t been assigned to any legion since they are considered defective” Kayra turned her full body to look at her “I’ll take them. I guess Clone Force 99 is to stay a special force.” Shaak-Ti nodded “Yes, they do. The chancellor insisted that you took at least a full battalion.” “Then I’ll take them and six hundred regular CTs” Kayra said, starting to leave the room and walking through the halls of the kaminoan facility. Shaak Ti nodded “Very well then. Come, we have many other squads to examine.” She said, leading her to another training room. “What will my battalion be called?” She asked, looking out of the window, inspecting a new squad of clones. Shaak Ti turned to look at her with a small smile “It will be the 777th attack battalion.” “Oh, I like the sound of that.”

[catrofix1]

I’ve always been passionate about understanding my feline friends, and one mystery that truly captivated me was their tendency to meow relentlessly at night. 

Over the years, I’ve discovered that the reasons behind these nocturnal serenades are as varied as the cats themselves. In this article, I share my personal journey and insights on why my cats meow at night—and the steps I’ve taken to bring peace back into my nights.

My First Encounter with Nighttime Meowing

When I first brought home my new feline companion, I was both excited and unprepared for the nighttime chorus. I soon learned that a New cat meowing at night was often more about adjusting to a new environment than mischief. I remember sitting up late, trying to soothe my little friend who was clearly anxious in this unfamiliar setting. With time and patience, I discovered that providing a cozy, safe space and a consistent routine could make a huge difference.

Discovering the Many Faces of Feline Nocturnality

The Unique Needs of Female Cats

I noticed that my female cat sometimes exhibited a different pattern of meowing at night. It wasn’t just about hunger or boredom—it often had to do with her unique hormonal cycles and social instincts. Researching further, I found valuable insights on Female cat meowing at night which resonated with my observations. Understanding these differences helped me tailor her nighttime routine and provide extra comfort during those restless hours.

Embracing the Wisdom of Age

As my feline companion aged, I began to appreciate the nuances of an Old cat meowing at night. Unlike the energetic antics of a kitten, an older cat’s vocalizations often signaled discomfort or a need for reassurance. I learned to pay close attention to any changes in her behavior, ensuring that she received the medical attention and gentle care she deserved during her golden years.

The Special Case of Foster Cats

When I temporarily fostered a cat, I encountered yet another layer of complexity. A Foster cat meowing at night can be particularly challenging because the animal is often dealing with the stress of transition and past trauma. My approach was to create a quiet, predictable environment to help ease the foster cat’s anxiety, and I found that even small gestures of care went a long way in reducing nighttime vocalizations.

Tackling the Challenge: How I Learned How to Stop Cat Meowing at Night

After many sleepless nights, I realized that simply trying to quiet my cat wasn’t enough—I needed to understand the root cause of the behavior. Through trial and error, I implemented several strategies:

Routine and Environment: Establishing a regular bedtime routine and creating a calming environment helped signal to my cats that nighttime was for rest. Soft music, dim lighting, and a comfortable sleeping area made a significant difference.

Interactive Play: Engaging my cats in vigorous play sessions before bedtime helped expend their energy. A tired cat is far less likely to disrupt the night with incessant meowing.

Feeding Schedule: Adjusting feeding times so that my cats received a satisfying meal before nightfall also reduced their hunger-driven meows.

Medical Check-Ups: Regular visits to the veterinarian ensured that any underlying health issues were caught early, particularly when I noticed unusual patterns in their behavior.

When Health Concerns Strike

There came a time when I noticed a sudden change: my cat’s meowing became more persistent and intense. Worried about potential health issues, I researched the possibility of underlying conditions such as kidney problems. I discovered that Cat meowing at night kidney disease could be a sign of discomfort or pain. This prompted me to schedule a thorough check-up, and fortunately, we were able to address the issue promptly.

Answering the Big Questions

As I continued my journey, I found myself constantly asking: Why is my cat meowing so much all of a sudden at night? Often, a sudden increase in vocalization can signal stress, changes in the environment, or even pain. By carefully observing my cat’s behavior and consulting with my vet, I was able to pinpoint the cause and implement the right changes.

Similarly, I once wondered, Why does my male cat cry at night? In my experience, the answer often lies in a combination of territorial behavior and the need for companionship. Understanding this helped me modify his environment to ensure he felt secure and loved, even during the quietest hours.

And then there were those nights when I’d ask myself, Why does my cat yowl at night when I go to bed? I realized that this behavior was sometimes a plea for attention—a reminder that even the most independent creatures sometimes just need a little extra care and companionship.

Final Reflections

Through trial, error, and endless nights of observation, I’ve come to appreciate that each meow tells a story. Whether it’s a new cat struggling to adjust, a senior cat seeking reassurance, or a foster cat healing from past traumas, understanding the language of their night-time calls has made me a better pet owner and a more empathetic human.

By addressing both the emotional and physical needs of my cats, I’ve not only managed to reclaim my nights but also deepened the bond I share with them. For anyone facing similar challenges, remember that patience, consistency, and a willingness to learn can transform even the most disruptive behaviors into opportunities for connection and growth.

I hope that by sharing my journey, I’ve provided valuable insights into the world of feline nighttime behavior. Every cat is unique, and what works for one might not work for another. Trust your instincts, seek professional advice when needed, and cherish the moments—both loud and quiet—that make your relationship with your pet truly special.

[old-school-butch]

Let me explain how i think so you can answer the question better: Personally i don't think being trans makes you perfectly that sex, like I've seen post surgical images, it's a rough approximation, also i don't think minors should get hormones or surgery. I think some people unfortunately transition when they had other issues like female shame to sort out. It seems like other people feel a gross discomfort towards their bodies and transitioning cured it or at least helped it. I just, with all the back and forth, I really want to support something that will help my friends who are suffering. ------ So if there's research into alternate cures, that's something I would be interested in learning more about. Because I just don't want my friends to suffer. I have a close friend who was born a woman and is mostly attracted to men, but sees transitioning as a way to fix the crippling incongruency he's felt since childhood, he sort of sees it like disease and cure. He helped me thru a lot of stuff like when i first came out. So i really just want to support what will help people.

That’s very admirable anon. There’s not enough kindness in the world so being good to people who’ve been good to you is a wonderful thing.

Having a body is a difficult thing, it seems, for many people. So approach this problem with this frame-setting: they aren’t alone with this problem. Age, ability, size, race, and any number of smaller physical attributes have bedeviled many people over space and time to varying degrees. This is not a special or unique issue, it's a human issue and thus you can learn from other people and their strategies. Much of my critique of the modern medical approach is its ineffectiveness in reducing suffering, and causing harm by trying to treat the wrong thing. Even the more difficult mental illnesses like dysmorphia and dysphoria have been difficult to medically resolve. The most effective strategies have been time, and the acceptance that comes with maturation over time.

Older research, led by scientists and not activists, who study actual outcomes instead of self-reported feelings over longer periods of time find little support for long term improvement in mental health with medical transition. I’ve knew a trans man who passed effectively, had supportive friends and family, jobs that were basically talking about being trans… who still committed suicide. It was my first eye opening realization that maybe this wasn’t the cure-all it was advertised to be. Further research has confirmed this for me - the benefits don't last because the promises are not fulfilled. You can't ever, in the end, be anyone you're not.

Friends with eating disorders who struggled to 'fix' their bodies to conform to their ideas only stabilized their health when they learned to accept their bodies as imperfect, or even unimportant, and focus on other aspects of their existence. With aging, I have found that I'm happier when I stop the search for new wrinkles and accept, with difficulty I'll admit, the loss of strength and poise that comes with age. Acceptance isn't easy - because underneath our fear of looking old is the fear of actually being old, the deeper fears - and truths - of being less desirable, less socially important and ultimately closer to dying. Fussing about grey hairs is just a distraction from these deeper unpleasant truths, but endless rounds of plastic surgery and skin peeling is a self-inflicted torment that pushes the pain down the road, but never resolves it.

Acceptance is not a passive process, it's a long and difficult journey, but still the best odds of success and far less torturous that standing still and feeling helpless in the torrent of unhappiness.

Acceptance is not about feeling suddenly happy about something that's unpleasant. It's still unpleasant, still frightening, but you take courage and face the fear rather than turn your back on it or try to bargain your way around it. It's a curious experience, but real joy can only come after you've tasted grief because grief teaches us that everything is fleeting. True calm follows the moment when you swallow fear and start digesting it, because fear guides us to where we can find purpose.

Acceptance is not a meek process, it's a radical and bold questioning of your thinking. Changing how you think can change the way you feel. This is the miracle of life, to keep changing.

So, how then do the thoughts about her body lead to 'incongruity' exactly? Why does she believe congruity is possible or even necessary? Is she imagining her 50 year old self when she contemplates her path into the future? What freedoms, what futures, what responsibilities change for her when she changes the evidence of her womanhood? How will people treat her differently? How will she treat herself differently? There are far more straight men than gay ones, how does 'being a man' serve her in her quest to find a male partner? And most important, what lies underneath? This is less about looking like a woman than a rejection of physical evidence that she is a woman. How is that going for her? Where could she take her life, if she lived as a woman on her own terms? She changes everything she touches. And everything she touches, changes.

[physiotownline]

Restore Balance and Strength: The Benefits of Pelvic Floor Physiotherapy

Pelvic floor physiotherapy is an often-overlooked but critical component of overall wellness. At Townline Physiotherapy in Abbotsford , we specialize in helping individuals restore balance, strength, and functionality to their pelvic floor muscles. Whether you're navigating postpartum recovery, addressing incontinence, or managing chronic pain, our expert team is here to guide you on your journey to better health.

Knowing the Pelvic Floor

The pelvic floor is a group of muscles at the bottom of the pelvis. These muscles are crucial in supporting pelvic organs, controlling bladder and bowel functions, and contributing to core stability. When these muscles become weak, tight, or dysfunctional, it can lead to a range of issues, including:

Urinary incontinence

Chronic pelvic pain

Pelvic organ prolapse

Pain during intercourse

Postpartum complications

Thankfully, pelvic floor physiotherapy presents specific treatments that could work wonders for these conditions.

Conditions We Treat Using Pelvic Floor Physiotherapy

We treat various conditions at Townline Physiotherapy in Abbotsford. Here are some examples:

Recovery After Childbirth: Giving birth puts a tremendous amount of pressure on the pelvic floor. Sometimes it can weaken or even tear the tissues. Pelvic floor physiotherapy assists in recovery of strength and function after delivery.

Urinary Incontinence: Leaking of urine when coughing, sneezing, laughing, or exercising is an all too common but perfectly treatable condition.

Pelvic Organ Prolapse: If the pelvic organs slip due to weak muscles, symptoms can be controlled and further advancement prevented by physiotherapy.

Chronic Pelvic Pain: Conditions like endometriosis or interstitial cystitis often accompany pelvic floor dysfunction, and specialized therapy can help alleviate.

Post-Surgical Rehabilitation: After surgeries such as hysterectomies or prostatectomies, pelvic floor physiotherapy helps in recovery and reduces complications.

What to Expect During a Pelvic Floor Physiotherapy Session

At Townline Physiotherapy, we ensure that your care is personalized and compassionate. Here's what you can expect:

Comprehensive Assessment: Our skilled physiotherapists conduct an in-depth evaluation, including a discussion of your medical history and physical assessment of pelvic floor function.

This customized treatment plan may include, but is not limited to, manual therapy, biofeedback, targeted exercises, and lifestyle modifications based on your unique needs.

We can provide you with education regarding proper posture, breathing techniques, and strategies to prevent such problems in the future.

Advantages of Pelvic Floor Physiotherapy

Pelvic floor physiotherapy will help you in gaining various benefits, such as:

Quality of Life Improved. Gain back your confidence and independence with issues like incontinence or pain.

Improved Physical Strength: Strengthening the pelvic floor contributes to better posture, stability, and overall fitness.

Faster Postpartum Recovery: New mothers can safely rebuild strength and function, improving their physical and emotional well-being.

Prevention of Future Problems: Early intervention can prevent conditions like prolapse or chronic pain from worsening over time.

Why Choose Townline Physiotherapy in Abbotsford?

At Townline Physiotherapy, our team is committed to providing you with exceptional care tailored to your needs. Here's what sets us apart:

Expertise: Our physiotherapists specialize in pelvic health and have extensive training in addressing a wide range of conditions.

State-of-the-Art Facility: We use advanced techniques and equipment to ensure optimal outcomes.

Compassionate Care: We prioritize your comfort and privacy, fostering a supportive and welcoming environment.

Take the First Step Towards Better Pelvic Health

Pelvic floor issues can severely impact your daily life, but they don't have to define it. With the right support and treatment, you can restore balance and strength, enhancing your overall well-being.

If you are seeking expert Pelvic Floor Physiotherapy in Abbotsford, contact Townline Physiotherapy today. Our team is ready to help you reclaim your health and vitality.