#support therapy for your local author

[str8up-vanilla]

Emma: You know Killian, it's real weird how we constantly get interrupted in the middle of intimate moments.

Killian: Aye love, if I didn't know better I'd say someone out there was doing all they could to stop our fun.

Emma: I know, it's weird right?

Killian: Very.

Emma:

Killian:

Emma:

Killian: !

Emma: !

Emma & Killian: Henry!

[mickandmusings]

third times the charm

pairing: tyler owens x f!reader

word count: 3.8k

summary: life has a funny way of putting people in your path, and ultimately making them part of your life. but what happens when the one person you never want to see stumbles in over and over again, a disastrous tornado tearing up your path of moving on?

aka: the two times tyler owens enters and, consequently, leaves, your life at the wrong time, and the one time he comes at the perfect moment and finally stays.

warnings: reader is described in a feminine manner; why are we ignoring his bull rider trope? cause i'm not babes xx; angsty mainly, but fluff too; lovers to enemies back to lovers (sorry); this author knows nothing about tornadoes or weather so sorry

shoutout to megan moroney and her banger new album where this title and idea come from :)

-

i.

"What do you mean you're leaving?!"

Tyler shuts the tailgate of his red pick-up with a loud slam, the cowboy hat on his head nearly flying off with the force. Y/N stood just a few feet away, her arms crossed over her torso as her chest heaved in short, shaking breaths. The sunlight hits her just right, and the gold chain around her neck glimmers in the sunlight. It catches Tyler's attention from the corner of his eye-it had been burned into his mind from the moment he'd bought it with a chunk of his earnings from last year's rodeo. The chain was delicate, simple, but the charm had been the main appeal: it was gold, the same shade as the chain, but in the center of the small heart shaped pendant sat a capital 'T'. She'd worn it since he'd given it to her for a birthday present, and it had been the center piece of even their most intimate moments-her bare beneath him with only the glittering jewelry adorning her as he had her unraveling under his touch. Even the thought of it had heat traveling up Tyler's neck, and he swallowed down the feeling, along with all of the guilt bubbling to the surface.

"I'm leavin', simple as that."

"Ty, I-I don't understand. You get bucked off one time and you're giving up?! You've been riding since we were kids, I-"

He turns to her, emerald eyes blazing with an emotion he couldn't put a label on.

"I didn't just get 'bucked off', I almost got my head trampled in case you forgot!" His voice is laced with anger. He's not angry with her, he's angry with himself. After a series of unfortunate injuries in last month's local rodeo, Tyler knew he couldn't ride again, it would kill him. He'd spent the last few weeks in physical therapy and doctor's offices just to make sure the damn bull hadn't left behind more than scars.

It was better this way, he could leave his town behind, and forget about the deep, gut-twisting feeling of failure that sat like acid in his stomach. But leaving his hometown also meant leaving her.

Tyler had fallen for Y/N their junior year of high school, and they'd rarely been seen without one another ever since then. She was sweet and shy to his brash and confident, his biggest supporter-always sitting in the stands for all of his rides-whether he was the talk of the town or stumbling home, his shotgun rider, and the girl who wore his heart (literally and figuratively) on a chain around her neck. Looking at her now, with tears lining under her gorgeous eyes, he wanted to just forget all of his plans and pull her into his arms. He wanted to reassure her that he'd stay here, that he'd give her the life that he'd promised her-apple pie and babies, the perfect picket-fence life she deserved.

"Tyler, you-you can't be serious! W-What about your parents, your plans, hell, Tyler, what about me?!" Her shoulders now moved as she let out shuddering breaths, eyebrows furrowed as she grew frustrated. "Tyler Owens you promised me, you promised me a farmhouse, and a wrap-around porch, a-and babies! And now you're just gonna take off to God-knows-where to what? Storm chase?"

She stops and lets out a dry chuckle. She'd been 'chasing' with him before, vivid memories of him scaring her shitless chasing tornadoes in his truck, only to 'apologize' to her by making love in the backseat after the storm had passed. Through their time together, she, too, had grown to love the storms. Y/N took her camera into the storms with them, more than ready to capture the freakishly beautiful moments of pure disaster before it struck. She'd stand in the pouring rain next to him, laughing as wind whipped hair around her face. He'd snap a picture of her with her own camera that she'd set aside and she'd roll her eyes. They'd been happy, bonded by a mutual love of mother nature's chaos and one another. Now, she turns her back to face him, shaking her head as her bottom lip trembles.

"Ya know, I should've listened to everyone who told me to stay away from you in high school, that you'd just hurt me. I didn't believe them, not one bit, because I know you. You're running because you're scared. You don't have to run, Ty. You've never run from your fears, for God's sake you ride them! What the hell are you thinking?!"

Tears stream down her face, and Tyler feels his resolve slipping. He hadn't thought it through, not really, and now as she stands in front of him, he realizes he's only hurting her more and more. He needed an out, he needed to skip town, no matter who it hurt.

"I'm thinking that I'm a fuckin' failure at everything, no matter what I try! The only thing I'm good at is storms, chasin' them, getting close enough to see something! I fail at everything, Y/N/N, and if I stay, I'll just fail you, too. Over and over."

"Tyler, you've never failed me," she brings her hands to either side of his face, her thumb brushing a cut that still hadn't scarred over from his fall. Her eyes were blurry and her hands trembled. "Please, stay." Her voice was hardly a whisper, pleading desperately.

"You know I can't."

She nodded solemnly, wiping tears so she could take a final look into his eyes. She gave no warning when she launched her arms around his neck, all but hanging onto him like a child. He hugged her tighter than he ever had, and when she let go, he placed a final heated goodbye kiss on her lips. Y/N looks at him, her brain screaming pleas to make him stay, but she simply kisses his cheek before speaking.

"C-call me when you get there?"

He takes one last glance at her, taking her in completely, as if trying to memorize her. His eyes land on the jewelry adorning the spot just below her collarbone, the gold shining in the sunset, knowing he'd never see it on her again-if he ever even saw her again.

"You'll be the first person I call, baby."

Y/N's call never came.

She spent the summer miserable, but refused to take off the gold chain she hid under shirts. It burned her skin in a metaphorical sense, but she ignored it, just like the heartbreak that had festered into deep resentment for Tyler Owens. She'd decided to take off to the local university for a clean start, somewhere new, somewhere his ghost wouldn't haunt her. Things had begun to look up, and she found herself smiling again. The morning before her first day of classes, she almost took the chain off, but couldn't bring herself to do so.

When she spotted his tall figure sitting a row ahead of her in her Intro to Meteorology class, she pretended not to know who he was. It was only fair, he'd done the same to her. For a reason that neither of them could vocalize, they begin to hate one another. Without knowing it, Tyler had become the storm that had sparked her into chasing after danger forever, the one that had left destruction so fatal she wasn't sure if she'd ever recover.

-

ii.

"You've got to be kidding me."

Y/N rolls her eyes and nearly throws her laptop across her dorm room when she looks down at her field partner pairing. The name in bold stares back at her like some sick joke.

Tyler Owens.

She shuts her laptop with a force that could shatter glass and slams her face into her pillow to let out a scream that could have easily been heard four counties over. The universe had to hate her.

With one glance at her watch, she hops from her bed and packs her duffel, her camera slung around her other shoulder. After silently praying that this storm takes her away in one quick swoop, she opens the door to her room and stumbles down the stairs to the lobby, where he was waiting for her outside the double doors. She can already feel her skin flaming with anger when she catches sight of his towering frame, baseball cap thrown backwards over his head.

"'Bout fuckin' time sweetheart, thought the storm would pass before we even got out there!"

"Oh, kiss my ass, Owens."

She rolls her eyes and climbs into the red truck she had once been a permanent fixture in, feeling almost like nothing had changed since the last time she'd crawled into the passenger side. She had half a mind to let down the driver's side visor to see if her picture still sat inside it, but Tyler climbs in the second she thinks about it. The half hour drive is uncomfortable, silent, and laced with tension so thick both halves of the couple begin to wonder if the air supply is getting thin. But as the storm approaches, both of their eyes are locked on the massive twisting figure just ahead of them. Y/N reaches for her camera, focusing the lens as best as she can through the windshield of the truck. She sighs when the view is less than satisfactory. Without much thought, she begins to move the window crank on the door to let down the window.

"What the hell are you doin'?" Tyler's voice breaks their silence.

"What does it look like, Owens? Getting a better shot." Her body hangs halfway out the window, camera leaning out the window as she moves the lens and clicks.

"Get your ass in the truck, I'm not payin' your hospital bills when you fall out and I run over you."

She rolls her eyes and ignores him, almost her entire body hanging out the window.

"Okay, okay, get in the truck, I'll get you closer, Jesus."

She pulls herself back into the truck and rolls the window back up as Tyler moves forward down the muddy path, closer to the storm now building ahead. The wind and rain grow more intense, shaking even the bulky vehicle that could easily withstand even the most treacherous of conditions. The spiraling tunnel only moves at a more pummeling speed, and Y/N's sharp shout fills the air.

"Stop the truck!"

He hits the brake and before the truck even stops, Y/N's rolling out of the passenger side, camera raised as she captures a monster of a storm. Tyler finds himself silent, momentarily distracted-her hair blowing with the force of the wind, the smile drawn across her face, and the long sleeve button down she'd been wearing was slipping down her shoulders, exposing her tank top and-wait-he raises an eyebrow, his heart stopping. Against her neck sat a gold chain he knew too well. It stops him completely in his tracks, shocked that she still wore his initial around her neck. The sound of a roaring train pulls him from his thoughts and sends him leaning out his own door.

"Y/N," he's shouting over the loud winds. "GET YOUR ASS IN THE TRUCK!"

The barrel of wind only gets closer, the fierceness of wind making Tyler's heart race. The girl outside his truck, however, only smiles wider, raising her camera for another shot of the approaching storm.

"I'M FINE, TYLER. WIND'S NOT EVEN THAT BAD!"

Tyler huffs as his voice, raspy from yelling, shouts again.

"THAT WASN'T A REQUEST, SWEETHEART. GET YOUR ASS IN THIS TRUCK!"

She ignores his shouts, only squinting her eyes at the horizon as the wind picks up another notch, making the shirt now halfway down on her arms blow like a flag in the wind. Tyler gives her a minute to comply, hoping this was just a momentary phase of her being stubborn. After five minutes, Tyler cursed and stomped out of the truck over to her. He says nothing, picking her up over his shoulder.

"TYLER! WHAT THE FUCK?! PUT ME DOWN, ASSHOLE!"

He doesn't give in to her retorts, simply swinging her door open and shoving her into the passenger seat. He gets into his driver's side and slings his arm on her headrest, turning to back the truck around.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you have some sort of sick kink where you get off on ruining my life? I had a perfect shot, it-"

"You had a perfect shot of getting sucked into a tornado is what you had, Y/N. You're gonna get yourself killed gettin' that fuckin' close!"

"Like you would care." Her voice isn't even a mumble, and Tyler hardly hears her over the sounds of the storm.

It sends a jab of pain through his heart he doesn't expect, and instead of saying anything, he lets her stew in anger in his passenger seat. When he drops her off at her dorm, she agrees to email him her half of the project, and a week later he receives it.

He opens the email to find exactly what he imagines, the most spectacular shots of a storm he's ever seen. After the report and photos are submitted, the two never speak to one another again. They both graduate under the same Arkansas sun, but lead different lives in the same area of the country. Y/N swears she sees his truck pass her every time she goes out to shoot, and he sees her in every girl that stands in a field with a camera.

Y/N would never admit that she has a burner account subscribed to his livestreams, or that she laughed and smiled as she watched him hoop and holler with his ragtag group of friends, memories of the chases they once went on filling her mind more fondly than painfully these days. And if she had one of the red and white shirts with his stupid cartoon face plastered against it, well, no one would ever know.

When Boone and the rest of his crew would stop for food and rest breaks, if Tyler saw her name plastered in a newspaper or magazine, he'd put it on the counter next to his plethora of snacks. He'd never admit he'd cut her articles out of them and kept them in a small scrapbook that lived in his glovebox, right next to the picture of her that once lived in his visor-only because a magazine cut-out clip of her lived there now, her smiling with a massive twin barrel storm behind her, the gold chain peeking from the shirt was wearing.

-

iii.

"Ty, man, this one's a beaut! She's unreal!"

Boone's voice filled Tyler's ears from the passenger seat, but as Tyler looked out at the horizon, his attention was far from the brunette that sat next to him. He saw her car before he saw her-the same rink-dink, decked out, black Subaru she'd had in college, meaning she was here on her own, not for business.

His green eyes darted to the field across from where it was parked, spotting her instantly as she stood in the tall grass, hair blowing as she brought her camera to her face, crouching down to get the perfect shot. She shook her head when she pulled back from it, enjoying the sight in front of her.

Tyler puts the truck in park and all but barrels out of the door, his boots taking him towards her, but not nearly fast enough.

"Jesus, who's that? And why's she got Ty all in a tizzy?" Boone leans over to Lilly, who gives him an incredulous look.

"That's Y/N Y/L/N, she's a storm photographer, apparently he's got some fan girl crush on her or somethin', he keeps her work in a binder."

"Holy shit! Tyler knows the Y/N Y/L/N?"

Tyler would've blushed and denied Lilly's statement vehemently, but he was too far away to hear. Instead, the whipping winds and the sound of Y/N's delightful laughter filled his ears.

"She's a beaut, huh?" Tyler's voice carries over the noise, falling on Y/N's ears. She takes a breath and turns to face him for the first time in years. She nods slowly.

"Yeah, she's gorgeous. Got some great shots."

Her throat feels dry as his eyes peer down at her. She finally braves a look up at him.

"Um, I'm not studying it or anything, just bored, really. I'll let you and your crew have her."

She gives him a small smile, but he notes it's genuine as she caps the lens on her camera.

"It was good to see you, Ty. Good luck."

"Y/N, wait. I-I need to ask you somethin'."

She pauses her steps, turning back to face the man in front of her. For a split second, he looks just like the younger version that had left her all those years ago-the hat, the belt buckle, but none of that same all consuming fear.

"Sure, go ahead."

"Why do you still wear it? I saw you, that time in college, and when you did that shoot outside of Kansas City, the picture they published of you, it-you can see it real clear."

Y/N stills, pushing back hair that's blowing in the wind as she looks at him. She could say a multitude of things-how she wore it because she'd gotten so used to always wearing it. That she wore it because she wanted to hold onto him the only way she could. She could lie and say that she used it as a good luck charm. None of them would be the truth, and she was sick of lying to him, so she simply told the truth.

"Well, all the best chasers, they carry their first storm with them, right?"

She pauses, realizing how vague that was.

"What I mean is, without you taking me through my first storm I never would've done this. I was terrified of them, and you and that stupid red truck of yours showed me how beautiful they can be, and now I capture their beauty for a living. I never would've had any of this without you, so-"

She shrugs, giving him a small chuckle. The silence suffocates as he looks at her.

"Tyler listen-"

"If you're gonna apologize, don't. I'm the one that should apologize, I left you all those years ago. That was real shitty of me, and I didn't give you a warnin' or a reason why. So, I'm sorry, for all of it."

She nods, giving him a smile. The quiet floods between them again, and she pushes back her hair again before she speaks.

"I-I watch your videos, y-your livestreams. You're still crazy, but it reminds me of when we used to chase, and you'd scare me to death, and then you'd, uh, 'apologize' for it and, sometimes it's like I'm there with you."

He laughs with her.

"I-I've got every newspaper and magazine clippin' you've ever been in. You're pictures they're-breathtakin', it feels like you're standin' in the field right there next to you. I guess that's just because I used to be and memories, ya know?"

She nodded, giving him a sweet smile, one that sends his heart racing. They both turn their attention to the horizon where the storm seems relatively calm, at least by their standards.

"Uh, Y/N? I'm sorry, I promised you somethin' all those years ago, and I never made good on it. I think about that a lot, and-just-I'm sorry."

"I forgave you a long time ago, Ty, we were kids." She pauses, tilting her head as she looks at the storm brewing. "Besides, I don't think I'm cut out for that life anymore, I like life on the road. I mean, where else do you get moments like this? The storms back home are wonders, but nothing like this."

"I agree with you there," he chuckles. His heart pounds, and the words slip out of his mouth before he can stop them. "I miss you though."

She cuts her eyes to his own, as if waiting for him to explain himself.

"You were my original chasin' partner, ya know? Plus, when things got scary, you never flinched, not really. This reporter I've got now? God help us all, can't stand much more than a strong wind."

Y/N laughs loudly before she shakes her head.

"Well, you might be in luck. I hate working for that magazine, I really, really do." She turns to face him, camera pulled close to her chest. "The Tornado Wranglers hiring? I'm looking for a job. I have a portfolio if you need it, references too."

Her statement is laced with sarcasm.

Tyler finds himself laughing now, a wide smile plastered across his face.

"I'm familiar with your work, have it on good graces that you're just what we're lookin' for. Lucky for you, we've always got room for one more, that is, if you'll have us. I gotta warn you, those over there are a handful."

"If they're anything like you, I'm likely to fall in love with them instantly."

Y/N doesn't register the words stumbling out of her mouth until they'd already filled the air between them. Without a word, Tyler grabs her hand, pulling her in closer than people who have a history like theirs should. His calloused fingers reach out to the gold pendant lying on her neck, moving it back and forth between its fingers. It had withstood their time apart-it was scratched and a little weather-worn, but, then again, so were they.

"The clasp broke about a year ago, the rest is all original. Pure gold, willing to sell it for a good offer. The guy at the pawn tried to undersell me, I know what I've got."

Tyler's chest warms, that sarcastic, witty humor he'd missed back in full force.

"Do you take alternate forms of payment?" He pulls her in by her waist with a cocky grin.

"Depends, Owens, what did you have in mind?"

He cocks his eyebrow, giving her a sort of contemplative look as his hands rest on the small of her back, hers around his neck.

"Well, I still owe you about-," He lifts his hand from around her and pretends to count on his fingers. "A billion apologies, we could chase this stunner of a storm, drop these characters back off at the motel, find us an empty field, and I could apologize like I used to...maybe?"

She shakes her head and pulls him in for a heated kiss. They're both smiling so hard its hardly a kiss, but the feelings are there.

"You've got yourself a deal, but I'm keeping the necklace."

"Wouldn't have it any other way, baby." He kisses her head, pulling her back towards his group of friends, who were now whistling at the pair, obviously catching the interaction. "Fair warning, after he finds out just who you are, Boone's likely to fall in love with you."

She raises her eyebrow, pulling away and heading towards the motley crew ahead of her.

"Guess you'll just have to chase me next."

-

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NPD Resources Masterlist

[BPD]

The official resources masterlist for NPD. Includes all the links I've shared in the past and stuff I haven't.

Any posts I've linked about supporting those with NPD have been put in the misc section because I do not want to take away from what this post is really about, which is helping people with NPD, not the people around them.

Diagnostic criteria

NPD diagnostic criteria, rewritten by someone who has it

Official diagnostic criteria

An explanation of the diagnostic criteria

Recovery resources FOR the narcissist

NPD recovery resources

How to find therapy for NPD, common types of therapy and signs of an abusive/toxic therapist

Narcissist supply

What is narc supply?

Things that can give a narcissist supply

NPD stigma

The perception of NPD symptoms vs. how a narcissist might actually experience them

Why those with NPD have a hard time seeking help (spoiler alert: it's not because they're unaware)

A plea from someone with NPD (and some resources debunking common misconceptions)

Narcissism is not abusive / abuse is abusive

Debunking common myths on NPD

Common disproven myths about NPD

Miscellaneous

How to support someone with NPD

NPD Carrd (What is NPD, dpt skills and self-help)

Unravelling the connection: npd as a trauma response

NPD terminology (do's and dont's)

NPD safe blogs

@empath-abuse-awareness

@enigma-in-reality

@loverofmirage

@the-npd-culture-is

@nicepersondisorder

@theegosystem

@mischiefmanifold

NPD positivity so you don't have to go looking

Reblog to kiss a narcissist on the forehead

Reblog to tell your local narcissist that they're the best ever

Happy NPD appreciation day

Positivity for systems with NPD

Be normal about narcissists unless it's to give them love

NPD should be EPD (Epic Personality Disorder)

Of course I have a praise kink, I have NPD

Narcissists are so beautiful and handsome and wonderful

Positivity for narcissists who like sex

I love my narcissists

Aromantic narcissists are amazing

Narcissists I love you

Easy ways to spot a narcissist (it's not what you think <;3)

Narcissists deserve to be loved

As usual, if something needs to be deleted because it's wrong/comes from a toxic author/etc. please let me know. I tried to look on Google but all I found was ableist shit, so these are all found by your fellow narcissists on tumblr :)

Edit: If you have any resources, please send them to me through an ask or DM and i'll check it out/add it!

[littlemisspascal]

Rockford & Roan Pt. 4

Pairing: Tim Rockford x Female Reader/OFC ‘Roan’

Word Count:2.8k

Summary:  “Do you doubt our match, Miss Roan?” he asks, and it’s a shocking enough question you legitimately can’t tell if he’s joking or not. But if he is being serious…

Rating: T 

Warnings: Language, Reader has a dog, Reader has military background, Superpower AU, They Were Roommates AU, self-esteem issues, soulmates-ish, original characters, worldbuilding, references of dead bodies + suicide, police, HTTYD reference, scars

- Reader has no first name and no physical traits described in detail except for being shorter than Rockford. Reader is mentioned to have hair

Author Note: Thank you so so much for all the kind support 💗

Special thanks to @beecastle for beta reading and encouraging me 💜💜💜

Series Masterlist

The Case

You take possession of one of Rockford’s spare notebooks, yellow and spiral bound, scribbling down details about the case he’s been asked by the police to help investigate.

7 suicides over the past 8 months 

Unsure why the brief lapse during the third month

Perhaps to throw police off potential trail?

Victims are all different ages, backgrounds, careers

Also found dead in different locations across Fox Leap—alleyways, parking lots, isolated spots

No witnesses

No suicide notes left behind 

Single commonality: all died by ingesting a cyanide pill

Suspects? None

Police aren’t convinced deaths are connected 

Rockford is certain they are

I don’t know what to think

The Invitation

Friday evening finds you job hunting across the internet from the comfort of the couch. It’s another one of the steps of Dr. Odair’s grand therapy plan to reintegrate you into society. Of course, what she failed to mention was that the potential career opportunities for ex-military empaths are few and far between. You lean back against the cushion, resisting the urge to grab your mug of tea and pour it onto your laptop. It’s not the computer’s fault there’s a prejudice against those with mind-gifts after all. 

The squeaks of Banjo’s stuffed toy pull your attention towards the dog rolling around on the floor, his beloved plush panda Bamboo held between his paws, teeth gnawing at its leg. Rockford lies stretched out on the white rug nearby, eyes closed, the picture perfect example of tranquility. He isn’t sleeping—you can tell by the tapping of his fingers against his stomach, a song only he knows—but it’s nice to pretend. For all that you’ve pestered him with questions about his job and for all that Rockford has patiently answered each one without even the tiniest thrum of irritation, his bizarre, seemingly nonexistent sleeping schedule is a topic you’ve yet to broach with him. 

Brown eyes snap open, startling you so badly it’s a miracle your laptop isn’t sent crashing to the floor. Before you can ask what’s wrong, Rockford’s on his feet and stalking off down the hallway in a blur. You blink, caught off guard, and exchange a look with an equally bewildered Banjo. Should you follow after him or…?

A knock on the front door makes the decision for you.

The prospect of a guest sends Banjo into a tizzy, ditching Bamboo without remorse, tail wagging so fast it’s a wonder it doesn’t fly off. You can’t exactly blame him. Other than a quick visit from the landlady to give you your own set of keys and introduce herself— Professor Rosasharn Claremont, an instructor of forensic sciences at the local university with prehensile hair she used to slap the back of Rockford’s head for not visiting her enough—nobody’s knocked on the door as long as you’ve lived here.

You’re not sure who’s brain function shorts out first when you open the door: yours or the unknown man wearing a police badge on his belt. He’s middle-aged, dirty blond hair, a scar twisting along in a distorted line from the left side of his mouth to his ear. A hideous mark, but at the same time intriguing in its uniqueness. You can’t help but think how if it was copied onto the right side, it’d almost look like some kind of villainous grin.

Banjo’s attempt of squeezing between your leg and the doorway to get a good sniff of the man is enough to jumpstart you back into motion. Nudging him away with your socked foot, you tell him to return to his bed, punctuating the command with a firm point of your finger. Only once he sullenly pads away, ears drooped as if you’ve just gutted Bamboo right in front of him with a butcher knife, do you turn back to face the policeman, who appears to have also gotten over his initial surprise.

“Can I help you, officer?”

“Inspector,” he corrects with an accent you can’t quite place, almost like a rumbling sort of growl, but despite the harsh sound his tone is polite as he introduces himself. “Inspector Dorrance with the Fox Leap Police Department. I’m here for Tim Rockford.”

His emotions are almost unnaturally steady, like he’s got the internal parts of a clock ticking away rather than temperamental hormones. You figure he must’ve gone through some sort of training course for mood management. Smart. A lawman with a high pressure job, anger issues, and a loaded gun is a disaster waiting to happen.

“Oh, is this about the case?” you ask with far more perkiness in your voice than you intend. 

“He told you about that, did he,” Inspector Dorrance says in the exact same instant that Rockford calls out from the depths of the apartment, “Get to the point why you’re here, Kez.”

Kez? You mouth to yourself before opening the door wider, inviting the inspector to step inside. He isn’t subtle as he looks around, gaze lingering noticeably on the few personal items of yours spread throughout the room, before he turns towards the hall.

“Another body’s been found. Abandoned warehouse near the wharf.”

“And?” Rockford asks, still out of view. 

Dorrance side-eyes you, clearly debating with himself the legalities of discussing an open case with a civilian present. A civilian he clearly knew nothing about as of two minutes ago. You offer up only silence in response, too curious for your own good to leave without him directly asking.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Your roommate emerges from his office, his trench coat gripped in one hand and mouth fixed in an unimpressed frown. He gestures between you and the inspector. “Kez, my current roommate and match, Roan. Roan, my ex-roommate and one of the only competent members of law enforcement in the city, Keziah. Can we get back to the victim now?”

Your eyes widen. Ex-roommate? How long have they known each other? There’s definitely a story there. 

“I’m sorry,” Dorrance begins, “did you just say she’s your match? When the hell were you going to tell me this happened?”

“Apparently not,” Rockford mutters. “I was going to tell you when it came up. And it just did.”

“You—” Dorrance cuts himself off with a sharp exhale through his nose.

It really is a credit to Dorrance’s mood management training his emotions don’t even so much as dip or catch fire. Instead, he shoots Rockford a look that plainly says, We’re going to be talking about this later, and then turns to face you once more.

“I wish we were meeting on better circumstances. And I’m sure I don’t need to tell you since you’re his match that underneath this—” he gestures vaguely at Rockford which doesn’t go unnoticed.

“You just gestured to all of me.”

Dorrance carries on, unbothered, “—is a giant question mark nobody will ever find the answer to. But if I were to bet on anyone coming close, I’d put my money on you.”

“Thank you, I think,” you say, daring a quick glance at Rockford’s face, which you’re pleased to notice has softened the tiniest bit. “You’ll be the first one I tell if I do.”

For whatever reason, your answer has the inspector immediately smirking, left side of his face stretched tight due to the scar tissue.

“Kez, in addition to being a recurring pain in my side,” Rockford explains, sensing your confusion, “is also a lie detector. Any hint of dishonesty and his gift’ll catch it. Makes him handy in the interrogation room.”

Gifts can be interesting like that sometimes, lining up perfectly with a specific job. A singer with the ability to alter their voice to any pitch, a fireman with an immunity to burns, a veterinarian who can speak to animals–you’ve seen them all. Human lie detector is a new one though, you’ll admit.

Dorrance shoves a hand into his pocket, fishing out his phone vibrating with an incoming text. He scans the message, smirk wiped off his face and replaced with grimness. 

“Right, back to the reason I came over,” he says briskly, tucking his cell away again. “You know how the victims never leave notes?”

“Yes.” Rockford’s listening attentively, eyes narrowed. “What of it?”

“This one did.”

Rockford’s expression doesn’t change, not even a twitch of his brow. His mind though, oh his mind’s the calm before the storm. Something’s beginning to stir awake underneath the surface. Tempted by the reveal, hungry for more details to dig its teeth into. 

For weeks you’ve wondered about the depths unknown to your empathy, about what lurks there. You’ve got a distinct, icy certainty crawling up your spine you’re soon to discover another side of your match previously unseen. 

“Will you come to the scene?” Dorrance asks hopefully.

“Of course. No point sitting at home when there’s an exciting development going on.” Rockford begins slipping his arms through the sleeves of his trench coat, adjusting the collar to his liking. “It’s been awhile since I’ve been down to the wharf.”

“Just try not to piss off anyone, will you? One dead body is enough to deal with as it is.”

“I’ll be on my best behavior,” Rockford says with a wry grin. Then, turning to you, he arches an eyebrow, “Well, Roan, you got any plans this evening?”

You think of your laptop back on the couch, numerous job sites still left to be checked. 

“Uh, no,” you answer, shaking your head. “Not really.”

“Roan was in the military,” your roommate tells the inspector, but his eyes remain held on your face, a speculating glint in them that has you subconsciously straightening up. Almost as if you’re standing at attention. “You saw a lot of violent deaths, didn’t you?”

“That’s an understatement.”

“Witnessed several dangerous situations?”

“Worst of the worst. Stuff of pure nightmares.”

The atmosphere in the room shifts, becoming heavier. There’s a crime scene needing to be examined, a case to be closed, and yet everything seems to have slowed down all at once. As if the very air itself has frozen solid. And you realize you’re holding your breath, waiting for something.

“Want to see some more?”

An invitation.

Dr. Odair’s been telling you now that you’ve matched and your mind-gift has become more manageable, it’s time to pick up some hobbies. To go out to more places for fun other than just the library and dog park. No doubt she was probably thinking of safe and relaxing options like chess or badminton or pottery classes at the rec center.

The problem though, is that safe and relaxing doesn’t spark a wildfire in your blood, bringing you back to the days where you had a clear purpose to fulfill and problems to deal with head-on. You want another adventure, and here’s one dangling right in front of you, just waiting for you to say—

“Hell yes,” you blurt out, and even without your mind-gift you can tell Rockford’s happy with your choice by the half curl of his mouth and crinkling around his eyes as he asks Dorrance for the address.

The Doubt

Rockford holds the cab door open for you, sliding in after you’ve settled against the plush seat with Banjo secure in your lap. The little mutt’s tail beats a rhythm against your jacket, excited about the trip even if he has no clue the final destination. You’re still not convinced bringing a dog of all creatures to an active crime scene investigation is the wisest move, but let the record show your roommate has a helluva weakness for Banjo’s puppy eyes. 

“Keziah’s team of imbeciles disguised as CSIs are wreaking havoc on the scene as we speak. I highly doubt there’s much more damage Banjo can cause,” Rockford had said with an amused look when you voiced your concern. “Besides, no man left behind. Isn’t that the military creed?”

And well, he wasn’t wrong about that. (Not to mention, you’ve got a pretty big weakness for Banjo’s sweet brown eyes too…)

The drive to the wharf is brief without too much annoying traffic. Outside, the sun’s dipped out of sight and darkness is enveloping the city, street lights blinking on. Inside, it’s quiet except for a country song playing lowly on the radio. The cabbie’s mood is easygoing if not a little bogged down by exhaustion whereas Banjo’s is a bouncy spring of enthusiasm, nose practically pressed against the window as his eyes struggle to keep up with all the sights rolling past. Still, as entertaining as the pup’s emotions are, your mind-gift continues circling back to the man sitting next you like a homing pigeon.

Nothing’s changed within his mindscape during the journey. The calm, almost eerie stillness from before is still in effect. You can tell he’s thinking about something—the man’s never not thinking—but whatever it is clouding his gaze, furrowing his brow, is not disturbing enough to imprint upon your empathy. It’s moments like this one where you wish you were a mind reader, if only for a few seconds. 

“We’re here,” Rockford announces, paying the cabbie his fare.

Scrambling out of the vehicle, you set Banjo down on the ground. While he performs a full-bodied shake, you take in the cluster of police cars and flashing lights and abundance of barricade tape surrounding a warehouse, derelict and foreboding, along the waterfront. The press have also caught wind of the scene, prowling around with their microphones and cameras like vultures. You swallow, subconsciously twisting the leash around your fingers.

You’d wanted an adventure and yet…this is all so very, very different from a battlefield. It’s a whole other form of organized chaos, and it’s terrifying not having the slightest clue how to safely navigate it. 

Your initial fears were misplaced. It won’t be Banjo making a mess. It will be you.

Rockford starts forward, clearly eager to get to work, only to halt after five steps when you fail to follow. He turns around to look you over from head to toe, carefully nudging at your mind-gift as he does so, confusion only deepening when he fails to understand your lack of movement. “Is something the matter?”

You bite your lip, glancing nervously once more between the hive of activity and his steady brown eyes. “I don’t think I belong here.”

Rockford stares at you, the glow of the street light illuminating one side of his face. 

“Do you doubt our match, Miss Roan?” he asks, and it’s a shocking enough question you legitimately can’t tell if he’s joking or not. But if he is being serious…

Your head’s already shaking aggressively before a response forms. “N-no, absolutely not!” you say hastily, frantic to assure him of the truth. You close the gap of distance, hoping somehow being closer will remedy the spiraling situation, but when that doesn’t smoothen out the wrinkles on his forehead your empathy reacts by hurling a tangled ball of loyalty-friendship-safety-contentment straight at him. The most desperate of Hail Mary plays.

Rockford sucks in a breath. You watch his expression spasm, knocked off-kilter, before it settles into something as exasperated as it is fond. This time, the nudge against your mind-gift is firmer, the only warning you get before the ball you’d thrown returns and smacks you square in the chest. 

“Oh,” is your immediate reaction, breathless from the intensity.

What was it he had said before? You and him are two halves of the same whole.

And then there’s a warm hand on top of your head, gentle, affectionate, and you’re breathless for an entirely different reason. You blink up at Rockford, heart thudding in your chest.

“That’s right. You,” he says slowly, purposefully, “belong anywhere I am. Banjo, too.”

Banjo woofs, baring his teeth in a snaggletoothed grin, and you’d chuckle at that if you had any air left in your lungs. Not for the first time, you cannot help but marvel at your match’s realness. There’s no such thing as perfection, but you think he comes pretty damn close. 

“Now you’ve done it,” you aim for humor, but you can’t shake the wobble from your voice. “You'll never know a moment’s peace again.”

“Ah, peace is overrated,” Rockford declares with an unconcerned shrug, hand returning to the pocket of his trench coat. “So, we’re in agreement then. We’re stuck with each other.”

“Mhmm, no take backsies.”

You needed this moment, this reassurance. The doubts you hadn’t even known you carried have been firmly put to rest, vanquished by the proof he values the soulbond tying your lives together just as much as you do. 

But despite the importance of this conversation you can’t keep ignoring the flashing lights up ahead forever. Your eyes slide past Rockford, spotting Inspector Dorrance in his grey suit amongst the sea of navy uniformed officers gesturing with his arms.

“Ultimately, it’s your choice where you go,” Rockford says, and it’s clear he’s made up his own mind by the way he turns away from you, resuming his walk towards the scene. 

You watch the dramatic flaring of the bottom of his coat with each step, watch the tapping of his fingers against his left thigh, watch as the man tosses one last remark over his shoulder:

“Keep up, Roan. We both know you’re coming with me.”

By the time he reaches the barricade tape, you and Banjo are right by his side. Exactly where you both belong.

[antisocialsharky]

the guy who's 14, I got a lot more questions, but for now I'll just give the big ones. 1. is there like a limit of how many questions I can ask before it gets like too much 2. what does it mean if like I'm under 15, and fit into five of the seven things on the dsm-5 for aspd, but only three out of the fifteen for conduct disorder 3. what should I do if I can't see a profesional

1) There is no limit to the questions you can ask, answering questions is basically a hobby of mine. Which sounds sarcastic, but its genuine xD

2) Well right now, that (officially) only means that you show behavior that might fit those criteria points you named. Three out of fifteen is technically whats needed to get a conduct disorder diagnosis, so if they are present in the severity & longevity thats required, a professional might see those as sufficient evidence. The ASPD symptoms you say you fit, might then be represented as the "callous-unemotional traits" or "with a lack of prosocial emotions" specifier (that some professionals use), but may also simply be grouped under further CD evidence. That would depend on the professional you have and whether or not they are a supporter of the "be specific with PDs in teenagers" thing.

(I am probably repeating myself, but thats the official stuff. What you think/believe unofficially is not my business.)

3) That very much depends! A professional is needed for an official diagnosis & any official prescribed treatment/medication/etc. If you can't see a psychologist/psychiatrist you won't have access to that for the most part. Theres a few options you can explore tho, depending on what your goals are:

• school counselors/trusted teachers or similar people can be contacted to at least either have someone to talk to, or get some stuff on file, if you think you'll later need evidence that it has been a problem for a while => theres always the problem with them being bound to tell the adult(s) responsible for you or alert authorities, if you pose a danger to anyone or yourself, or if there might be evidence of a crime

• general doctors can sometimes prescribe therapies that might not be ASPD specific & they can't diagnose you, but some therapies do actually help with managing some symptoms, if such is of interest to you. theres something called "progressive muscle relaxation" that teaches you to intentionally relax every part of your body, ground yourself and calm your mind => helpful with aggression & impulsivity (GPs may prescribe it for aggression, stress, anxiety, frequent headaches, etc.). then theres also a therapy type (idk what you call it in english) thats basically building stuff, taking part in arts & crafts, channeling emotions into doing something productive, etc. (GPs may prescribe it for aggression, concentration difficulties, overall emotional dysregulation, etc.). sometimes they can also help you access local group therapy things, more rehab oriented organizations that offer sport & music programs, etc. theres a lot of different ways to get access to stuff that might overall be cool & help with some of the symptoms (tho once again, that depends on whether or not symptom management and/or reduction is a goal of yours

• You can also always just do stuff privately if symptom management is important to you/a concern. you dont need specific therapies to engage in skills and find hobbies that are regulating and help you avoid damage that possibly goes along with the symptoms.

• If you are satisfied with the way you are right now and all you want is a diagnosis and then possibly proper treatment by a professional, I suppose all you can do is wait tho

[bakingtherapy]

Robby's Baking Therapy #16 Lime Cringles

Hello, every birdie. Another day, another lime recipe. SO MANY LIMES. And honestly, I know that sounds like I am complaining, but I really am not. These limes were free and we got them from local food distribution. So I couldn’t be happier that I am able to use limes. I think this is one of the first times I have been almost exclusively working with limes. 

Today’s recipe comes from another cookbook that I got from a library book sale. This cookbook is called “Company’s Coming- Most Love cookies. “ And the recipe is titled Lime Cringles. 

The recipe and the measurements will be in the description down below. Feel free to check it out. The ingredients that you will are:

Margarine (or butter) softened (leave it out at room temperature for about 30 minutes or less if it is a warmer day). 

Brown sugar

Granulated sugar 

Egg

lime/lemon juice

lime/lemon zest

Flour

Baking powder

Baking soda

Granulated sugar (for topping)

Once we get all of our ingredients around we are going to preheat our oven, or convection oven (which is what I used) to 350. And the recipe says to have ungreased pans. However, as some of you know, I like spraying and lining my pans with baking spray and parchment paper. To save tears. 

In a large bowl, you are going to cream together your margarine/butter, brown sugar, and the first amount of granulated sugar. Add in your egg. Then you are going to add your lemon/lime juice and the zest. Make sure to beat it until smooth. 

In a medium bowl, you are going to mix together your dry ingredients. Which includes the flour, baking powder, and baking soda. Add this mixture to the margarine mixture, in 2 additions.  Mix well after each addition until no flour remains. 

Roll into 1-inch balls. Roll each ball in the second amount of granulated sugar. 

Arrange the cookies about 2 inches apart, on your prepared cookie sheet.

If you are using a regular oven bake for 10 to 15 minutes or until golden. I was using the convection oven because of the high heat. And so I baked these cookies for 7 to 8 minutes. I was able to bake 5 cookies at a time. It did take a little bit longer, however, it didn’t heat up the house.

These cookies were so good. They weren’t burnt and they weren’t too soft. They were the perfect consistency of cookies. I am so happy that I have been able to work with limes, because limes, where I am, are really expensive. And the idea that I have a lot of them, makes me happy. 

I hope that you liked this recipe. Feel free to check it out for yourself.  See you in the next recipe. Thank you. 

Show the original author some 💖💖💖 Robby's Cookbook Collection

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[robertkyounglaw]

What to Do If an Unleashed Dog Bites Your Child in a Public Place? 

Dogs without a leash can act unpredictably. They aren't restrained properly, and their behaviors can escalate really quickly. Kids can also accidentally provoke a dog. But it's always the owner's responsibility to maintain control. Dogs can always be a threat to active and noisy kids in public places. One moment of negligence can impact the child's physical well-being, emotional health, and confidence. 

Dogs Without a Leash Can Be a Bigger Threat 

Unleashed dogs are a major threat to kids because they can cause severe physical harm. The psychological scars can run even deeper. Kids bitten by dogs at an early age can develop severe anxiety and might require years of therapy. 

Who is Accountable? 

If an unleashed dog bites your child in a public place, the owner is 100% responsible. Allowing the dog to roam freely at playgrounds, sidewalks, retail spaces, etc., violates pet ownership laws. 

The dog owner can be held responsible for covering emergency medical care, follow-up treatments, emotional counseling, and compensation for pain and suffering. A skilled animal bite injury attorney can help evaluate the situation and hold the negligent dog owner responsible for your child's agony.  

In addition, you must seek medical care ASAP after the attack. Even minor wounds can cause serious infections, so you must remain careful. You should also identify and obtain the dog and its owner's information. Document everything in photos and videos, as it can help preserve all facts in real time. You must also file a report with the local animal control authorities. 

Sometimes people resolve the case among themselves and reach a mutual resolution. However, we still suggest consulting a skilled child dog bite lawyer to understand your rights and not jeopardize your child's future. 

Protect Your Child's Rights & Future        

If an unleashed dog bites your child, make sure you are getting the right legal help for comprehensive support. At Robert K. Young & Associates, P.C., we have helped several kids and families fight for justice. We can assist you, too. Reach out to our expert team of professionals, and we can help you obtain the compensation that your child deserves. 

[drnimaarafati]

Balwyn Dental Practice: Your Trusted Partner in Dental Excellence

Balwyn Dental Practice stands as the premier authority in dental care within the Balwyn community. Founded by the esteemed Dr. Nima Arafati, who boasts over 20 years of international experience, this practice is dedicated to delivering patient-centric services. Offering a broad spectrum of services, from routine check-ups to specialized cosmetic dentistry procedures, Balwyn Dental Practice emphasizes a modern and welcoming environment. With a commitment to excellence and community involvement, they aim to be the Best Dentist in Balwyn for individuals and families alike.

Unparalleled Expertise and Comprehensive Care

Balwyn Dental Practice is renowned for providing a wide range of services tailored to meet the diverse needs of its patients.

Cosmetic and Preventive Dentistry

Balwyn Dental Practice excels in cosmetic procedures such as teeth whitening, porcelain veneers, and smile makeovers. The practice also prioritizes preventive care, offering regular check-ups, periodontal therapy, and other essential services aimed at maintaining oral health.

Children's and Emergency Dentistry

A family-friendly environment is central to Balwyn Dental Practice's philosophy. Catering to the youngest patients with gentle, kid-friendly care, they also specialize in emergency dentistry. This includes same-day appointments for urgent needs like severe tooth pain or broken teeth. Balwyn Dental Practice seamlessly transitions from cosmetic and preventive care to addressing the needs of every family member.

Exceptional Credentials and Advanced Techniques

In addition to the various services offered, Balwyn Dental Practice's foundation is built on the expertise of Dr. Nima Arafati.

Years of Experience and Professional Recognition

With over two decades of experience, Dr. Arafati is a triple-qualified dentist, having trained in the Philippines, Iran, and Australia. His qualifications include a Bachelor of Dental Surgery and advanced training in implant dentistry and restorative procedures.

Industry Contributions and Techniques

Balwyn Dental Practice is not only known for their services but also for their continuous dedication to innovation. They employ the latest dental technologies, reflecting their ethos of providing the Best Family Dentist Balwyn can offer. This section transitions from advanced techniques to illustrating real-world patient success stories.

Patient-Centric Approach and Community Engagement

The heart of Balwyn Dental Practice is its commitment to patient-centered care and community involvement.

Real Patient Stories and Cultural Competency

Balwyn Dental Practice provides care to a diverse patient base, speaking both English and Farsi. This ensures effective communication and builds trust, particularly highlighted in stories like young Leo's first dental visit, which was transformed into an empowering superhero experience.

Community Initiatives and Support

Engagement with the community is integral to Balwyn Dental Practice. They participate in local events, provide educational workshops, and support local sports teams, underscoring their dedication to the well-being of the community. These initiatives underpin Balwyn Dental Practice's commitment to fostering a supportive environment.

Conclusion: Achieving Excellence in Dental Care

Balwyn Dental Practice's commitment to providing high-quality care, backed by extensive experience and community involvement, positions it as a leader in the industry. By c https://medium.com/@bestfamilydentistinbalwyn/balwyn-dental-practice-a-beacon-of-excellence-in-dentistry-5e6597485080

[acupuncturemelbourne]

Can Acupuncture for Lower Back Pain Give Relief in Pregnancy?

Acupuncture for lower back pain is one of the most trusted therapies and has been utilised as a conventional and successful practice since ancient times. In addition to removing chronic pain, sadness, tension, and anxiety, it also improves physical and emotional well-being and can increase natural fertility in Melbourne for both men and women.

Many people now seek out traditional Chinese therapies, such as acupuncture for chronic pain, deep tissue massages, gut health treatments, stress and anxiety management, and more. Acupressure and fertility massage treatments promote the hormone balance necessary for conception and the best possible functioning of the reproductive organs by boosting blood flow to them.

Reputable acupuncture and wellness centres address infertility problems with trained and experienced specialists, ensuring that patients have long-lasting enhancements in their mental and physical health.

These facilities provide comprehensive support in addition to specialised therapies and treatments for issues related to anxiety, tension, pain, and fertility.

Can Massage Therapy and Acupuncture Increase Fertility Rates?

Alternative therapies like acupressure and fertility massage are gaining popularity as ways to boost both men's and women's natural conception rates.

To support the hormone balance and ideal function necessary for conception, acupuncture and massage treatments first increase blood flow to the reproductive organs.

Second, qualified acupuncturists and massage therapists can target particular pressure points to reduce anxiety and stress. These elements significantly impair fertility by lowering the calibre of ovum and sperm.

Skilled therapists at reputable fertility massage and acupuncture clinics can improve sperm quality and quantity while addressing typical barriers to conception, such as irregular menstruation and ovulation issues.

By using the proper massage therapy and focusing on certain areas and glands to activate hormones and control hormonal levels, their skill aids in improving blood circulation.

Overall, professionals in massaging and acupuncture remedies also aid in the body's detoxification, promoting fertility and general reproductive health. They use their knowledge to assist individuals in experiencing profound relaxation and emotional health during the conceiving process.

Find a trusted clinic for acupuncture remedies through detailed research, check their authenticity by reading reviews from their clients online and check whether they follow strict guidelines from local health authorities before selecting them for your health needs.

Source

[mobi-crew]

Choosing the Best Home Health Provider in Mumbai

Navigating the world of home healthcare can be overwhelming, especially when you're looking for the best care for yourself or a loved one in a bustling city like Mumbai. Choosing the right home health provider is crucial for ensuring comfort, well-being, and peace of mind. This blog post will guide you through the key factors to consider when selecting a home health provider in Mumbai.

1. Define Your Needs: Start by clearly defining your specific healthcare needs. Do you require assistance with personal care, medication management, skilled nursing, or specialized therapy? Understanding your requirements will help you narrow down your search.

2. Check Credentials and Licensing: Verify that the home health agency is licensed and accredited by relevant healthcare authorities. Ensure that the caregivers, nurses, and therapists are qualified and certified to provide the necessary care.

3. Experience and Specialization: Inquire about the agency's experience in providing care for conditions similar to yours. Some agencies specialize in specific areas, such as geriatric care, post-surgical care, or dementia care.

4. Caregiver Matching: Discuss the agency's process for matching caregivers with clients. A good agency will consider personality, skills, and experience to ensure a compatible match.

5. Range of Services: Determine if the agency offers a comprehensive range of services to meet your needs. This may include personal care, medication reminders, meal preparation, light housekeeping, and transportation assistance.

6. Communication and Coordination: Effective communication is essential for quality home healthcare. Choose an agency that prioritizes clear communication between caregivers, clients, and family members.

7. Availability and Flexibility: Consider the agency's availability and flexibility in scheduling care. Ensure they can accommodate your preferred schedule and adjust care plans as needed.

8. Cost and Payment Options: Inquire about the cost of services and the agency's payment options. Check if they accept insurance and understand what is covered by your policy.

9. Reviews and Testimonials: Read online reviews and testimonials from other clients to get an idea of the agency's reputation and quality of care.

10. In-Person Consultation: Schedule an in-person consultation with the agency to discuss your needs and get to know their staff. This is a great opportunity to ask questions and assess their professionalism.

11. Local Expertise in Mumbai: Choosing a home health provider with experience in Mumbai can be beneficial. They'll likely be familiar with local resources, transportation, and community support systems.

12. 24/7 Support: Inquire about the agency's availability for emergencies and after-hours support. Knowing that help is available around the clock can provide peace of mind.

Choosing the right home health provider is a significant decision. By carefully considering these factors, you can find a compassionate and qualified team to provide the best possible care for yourself or your loved one in Mumbai. Remember, a good home health provider can make a world of difference in improving quality of life and promoting well-being.

[itvhseo]

Ozempic Online: A Revolutionary Approach to Tackling Type 2 Diabetes and Weight Management

Type 2 diabetes, a pervasive metabolic disorder, afflicts millions worldwide, demanding meticulous management to stave off debilitating complications. While lifestyle modifications like a balanced diet and regular physical activity form the cornerstone of treatment, many individuals necessitate pharmacological intervention to achieve optimal glycemic control. Enter Ozempic, a trailblazing medication that has redefined diabetes management and weight loss. In this article, we’ll delve into the mechanics of Ozempic, its therapeutic benefits, and how you can securely procure Ozempic online through reputable platforms like Prime Medic.

The Intricacies of Type 2 Diabetes

Type 2 diabetes arises when the body becomes resistant to insulin or fails to produce it in sufficient quantities, culminating in chronically elevated blood glucose levels. Left unchecked, this condition can precipitate a cascade of complications, including cardiovascular disease, retinopathy, and nephropathy. Effective management often hinges on a synergistic blend of lifestyle adjustments and pharmacotherapy to maintain blood sugar within target ranges.

Ozempic: A Multifaceted Solution for Diabetes and Weight Loss

Ozempic, scientifically known as semaglutide, is a GLP-1 receptor agonist that exerts its effects through a triad of mechanisms:

Insulin Secretion: It augments insulin release from the pancreas in response to elevated blood glucose levels.

Hepatic Glucose Suppression: It curtails the liver’s glucose output, thereby mitigating hyperglycemia.

Appetite Modulation: It decelerates gastric emptying, fostering satiety and facilitating weight loss.

These multifaceted actions render Ozempic exceptionally efficacious in reducing HbA1c levels, a pivotal metric for long-term glycemic control. Moreover, Ozempic has demonstrated a propensity to attenuate the risk of major adverse cardiovascular events, such as myocardial infarction and stroke, in individuals with type 2 diabetes and preexisting cardiovascular conditions.

The Rationale Behind Ozempic Prescriptions

Ozempic is typically prescribed when conventional diabetes medications, such as metformin, prove inadequate in achieving desired blood sugar targets. It is also a formidable ally for individuals grappling with obesity, as its appetite-suppressing properties can catalyze significant weight loss. This dual efficacy—enhancing glycemic control while promoting weight reduction—positions Ozempic as a paragon of modern diabetes therapy.

When is Ozempic the Optimal Choice?

Ozempic is indicated for adults with type 2 diabetes who require adjunctive therapy to manage their condition. It is particularly advantageous for those who:

Exhibit suboptimal glycemic control despite adherence to other antidiabetic regimens.

Are burdened by excess weight or obesity and seek pharmacological support for weight loss.

Have a history of cardiovascular ailments and necessitate additional cardioprotective measures.

However, Ozempic is contraindicated in individuals with type 1 diabetes or those with a history of medullary thyroid carcinoma or multiple endocrine neoplasia syndrome type 2. A thorough consultation with a healthcare provider is imperative to ascertain Ozempic’s suitability for your specific circumstances.

Where Can You Obtain Ozempic?

Ozempic is a prescription-only medication, necessitating authorization from a licensed healthcare practitioner. Once prescribed, it can be procured from local pharmacies or through accredited online platforms. For those prioritizing convenience and reliability, purchasing Ozempic online from esteemed providers is a prudent choice. Always verify the legitimacy of the source to ensure the authenticity and safety of the medication.

Key Takeaways

Ozempic is a potent therapeutic agent for managing blood glucose levels and facilitating weight loss in individuals with type 2 diabetes.

It is prescribed when traditional treatments falter or when additional benefits, such as cardiovascular protection, are warranted.

A healthcare provider’s guidance is essential to determine Ozempic’s appropriateness for your condition.

By comprehending the pivotal role of Ozempic in type 2 diabetes management, you can embark on a proactive journey toward enhanced health and well-being. With the right therapeutic arsenal and support, navigating the complexities of diabetes becomes an attainable endeavor.

[bookishbrigitta]

In case you had paywall issues or found the ads on the site made your computer crash, here's the article:

By Judy Stone

Telehealth will end on December 31 unless Congress takes urgent action to pass the Telehealth Moderniztion Act of 2024.

Before COVID, Medicare provided limited coverage for telehealth and mainly limited it to rural patients. It required them to go to a local hospital or clinic to interact with a specialist until early 2020. At the beginning of the COVID-19 pandemic, Medicare greatly expanded coverage to include patients anywhere, allowing them to access specialty care from home. Expanded services also included physical and occupational therapy, emergency department visits, and nursing facility care via telehealth. This expansion provided care to Medicare’s 64 million enrollees and broadened pre-existing access for 76 million low-income Americans on Medicaid.

It’s not just patients on Medicare/Medicaid who need to worry if this bill isn’t renewed. Private insurers often follow Medicare’s lead regarding what services they will cover.

Congress.gov summarizes the H.R. 7623 Telehealth Modernization Act of 2024 as follows: “This bill modifies requirements relating to coverage of telehealth services under Medicare.

Specifically, the bill permanently extends certain flexibilities that were initially authorized during the public health emergency relating to COVID-19. Among other things, the bill allows (1) rural health clinics and federally qualified health centers to serve as the distant site (i.e., the location of the health care practitioner); (2) the home of a beneficiary to serve as the originating site (i.e., the location of the beneficiary) for all services (rather than for only certain services); and (3) all types of practitioners to furnish telehealth services, as determined by the Centers for Medicare & Medicaid Services.”

Why Does Telehealth Matter?

Being able to access medical remotely has been a huge boon to many, particularly in rural areas or those who are disabled.

Jessica Offir, PhD, is a disabled health care advocate and social psychologist for whom telemedicine is a priority issue. She observed that a stumbling block to the renewal of the bill is that “insurance companies didn't want to pay the same amounts as they were for in-person care, but providers have been insisting on it.” She added, “Trump is also wanting to reduce Medicare & Medicaid payouts, and this is one way to make that happen, as telehealth greatly increased the healthcare access of the elderly and disabled. Take away access, and payments decrease. The only entities who benefit are insurers.”

My own family are ardent supporters of access to telemedicine. We live in western Maryland, a three-hour drive to the university hospitals in Washington/Baltimore. I’m unable to drive that far, so increasingly rely on remote services, particularly for specialties that are poorly represented in our town. If telemedicine services are cut, I will be unable to access some specialties I need. Someone drives me twice a year for in-person examinations. These increasingly feel hazardous to my health for two reasons—one is the worsening traffic and trucking on the interstate. The other is that while my family still recognizes that the COVID-19 pandemic has not ended, our providers have not. They have stopped masking and even turned off HEPA filters in exam areas and waiting rooms, leaving them abandoned and useless. I take an Aranet CO2 monitor with me everywhere and try to educate people. On one recent visit, the CO2 level went from 600 ppm when I entered the exam room, to 1704 ppm before I left! That’s a level that can make you sleepy and show poorer judgment. I explained to the physician that each breath that he took had 3.4% rebreathed air from someone else, per SN Rudnick and Don Milton’s study, popularized by David Elfstrom’s reference table. That caught his attention and recognition of his potential risk of a Covid or other respiratory tract infection.

My experience is not unique. A recent article found that more than 17 percent of older Medicare beneficiaries similarly report difficulty traveling to doctor’s offices. Those over 65 averaged about 17 contact days that year for ambulatory care. That rose to 30 contact days per year for the 14 percent of patients with ten or more chronic illnesses—a considerable time and energy burden.

Another study of cancer patients found (73.8%) rated their first telemedicine visit as good as or better than an in-person visit, and 4606 (18.9%) rated it superior. In another striking example, those who received care through telehealth with peer assistance were almost seven times more likely to be treated for hepatitis C and four times more likely to achieve viral clearance after six months.

One bit of good news is that on November 15, the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) and the Department of Health and Human Services (HHS) announced they will extend telemedicine flexibilities through 2025. This is an important win for access to medication in end-of-life care. More than 40,000 comments were submitted to the DEA.

Paying for telehealth is a major concern now, although there has been bipartisan support for the bill. A House Republican staffer explained that “Medicare beneficiaries are on a cliff, losing tele services after December 31 2024.” Congress is negotiating how long another extension could look like and where the funding will come from, with the two parties not yet in agreement.

There have been higher per-person costs where more telehealth is used. On the other hand, telemedicine might improve patient compliance with medications and reduce costly emergency room visits.

One can argue about relative costs, but the bottom line is that there are people behind these numbers—largely disabled, elderly and rural. There are some concerns about ensuring quality of care, but that appears to be minor.

The Action Network is encouraging people to write their Congressional representatives to urge them to pass this Telehealth Modernization Act before the end of the year. It’s the only chance of saving it. With the news of planned slashes to government spending, there is no time to waste.

As Offir reminds us, “Once again, the people who will be most harmed are the vulnerable populations that can least afford to be.”

You can contact your House representatives here, and Senators here.

Please contact your Congresspeople about this one. It's vital.

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Robby's Baking Therapy #13 Brownies

Hello everybirdie. Have you ever been flipping through a cookbook, or scrolling the internet and stumble upon a recipe? YOu make it, and everyone. I mean EVERYONE. Tells you to save this recipe. That you don’t need to search any farther for the brownie recipe. YOu have found it. Well, this is that recipe for me. 

Those of you who have been around this blog for a while, have seen this recipe a bunch of times. 

It comes from a Cookbook I paid only $1 for at my local library book sale. The title of the cookbook is “West Point Women’s Club ‘Good to The Corps.’“

 The recipe and the measurements will be in the description down below. Feel free to check it out. 

The ingredients you will need are:

Butter, melted

Sugar

Brown sugar (i have been doing 1 cup of brown sugar and 1 cup of regular, granulated, sugar) 

Nuts (optional)

Cocoa

Eggs

Flour

Baking powder

Vanilla

The first thing you want to do is preheat your oven to 350℉.

In a large mixing bowl, you are going to mix together your melted butter and sugar. 

Then you are going to add all of your other ingredients (cocoa, eggs, flour baking powder, and vanilla.)

I was reading a blog a few years ago. And they were making brownies. They said that they always do no more than 100 strokes when making brownies. I have recently been doing this and it actually works. 

Once your brownie mixture is done. You are going to pour it into a greased and floured 9x13 inch pan. 

Bake for about 25-30 minutes. Set your timer for 25 minutes. Like my mom always tells me “You can always add time. You can NEVER take time away. Always go with the smaller number and add time.”

Let it cool a little bit before devouring it. Yes, I did say devour. I am not joking when I say that this is one of the family’s most requested desserts. It is fast and it is easy. 

I hope that you like this recipe. Feel free to check out the description down below. See you in the next recipe. Thank you.

Show the original author some 💖💖💖 Robby's Cookbook Collection

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Comprehensive Guide to Finding the Best Bangalore Rehabilitation Centre for Effective Recovery

Introduction

Bangalore is known for its vibrant culture, booming economy, and diverse healthcare offerings. Among the most crucial sectors of healthcare in the city is rehabilitation. Whether recovering from an injury, surgery, addiction, or mental health challenges, the right rehabilitation centre in Bangalore can make all the difference. This article will guide you through what to look for in a rehabilitation centre, the types of services offered, and how to choose the best one for your needs.

What is a Rehabilitation Centre?

A rehabilitation centre is a healthcare facility that provides specialized treatment and therapy to individuals recovering from a range of physical, emotional, and mental health issues. These centres focus on improving a patient’s quality of life by helping them regain strength, function, and independence.

In Bangalore, these rehabilitation centres cater to a variety of needs, from physical rehabilitation to drug and alcohol recovery programs.

Types of Rehabilitation Centres in Bangalore

Physical Rehabilitation Centres

These centres help individuals recovering from physical injuries or surgeries. Treatment might include physiotherapy, occupational therapy, pain management, and rehabilitation after strokes or surgeries.

Addiction Rehabilitation Centres

Addiction recovery is a crucial service in Bangalore’s rehabilitation sector. These centres offer detoxification programs, psychological therapy, group counseling, and support to individuals battling substance abuse.

Mental Health Rehabilitation

Mental health rehab centres focus on individuals dealing with anxiety, depression, bipolar disorder, and other psychiatric conditions. Therapy, counseling, and medication management are often offered.

Neuro-Rehabilitation Centres

For those dealing with neurological disorders like Parkinson’s, Multiple Sclerosis, or recovery from a brain injury, neuro-rehabilitation centres provide specialized services for motor skills, cognitive functioning, and overall wellness.

Choosing the Right Rehabilitation Centre in Bangalore

When looking for the best rehabilitation centre in Bangalore, consider these factors:

Reputation and Reviews

It’s essential to check online reviews and testimonials to ensure that the facility has a good track record of successful treatments.

Qualified Staff

Ensure the centre is staffed with licensed medical professionals, including physiotherapists, psychologists, and addiction counselors.

Range of Services

The best rehabilitation centres offer a range of services, including one-on-one therapy, group sessions, holistic treatment options, and aftercare support.

Accreditations and Licensing

Confirm that the centre adheres to local regulations and is licensed by relevant health authorities. This ensures high standards of care and safety.

Location and Accessibility

Choose a centre that is conveniently located and easily accessible for regular visits, especially if family support is needed.

Benefits of Rehabilitation Centres in Bangalore

Comprehensive Care

Rehabilitation centres offer holistic care that addresses both the physical and mental aspects of recovery.

Personalized Treatment Plans

Centres create tailored treatment plans based on individual assessments, ensuring that each patient receives the most effective care.

Support Systems

Many centres provide support groups for family members and friends, creating a network of care for the patient’s recovery journey.

Experienced Healthcare Professionals

Bangalore’s rehabilitation centres are staffed with experienced professionals who specialize in different areas of rehabilitation, ensuring patients get the best care.

Conclusion

Finding the right Bangalore rehabilitation centre can be the key to a successful and smooth recovery. Whether you're recovering from an injury, illness, or addiction, you deserve the best treatment. By considering the reputation, staff qualifications, services offered, and patient reviews, you can choose a centre that best meets your needs.

Start your journey towards recovery today, and take the first step by choosing a reliable and effective rehabilitation centre in Bangalore.

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Resources for Mental Health Support Across Arizona Cities

Mental health is an essential aspect of overall well-being, and seeking support is an important step toward recovery and personal growth. Arizona is home to a variety of resources that provide mental health support across the state, whether you're in a large city like Phoenix or Tucson, or a smaller community. A psychologist in Arizona can guide you to the right resources and help you navigate the mental health system, offering therapy and support to help you manage challenges like anxiety, depression, and life transitions. In this blog, we’ll explore some of the top mental health resources available in Arizona’s cities.

1. Phoenix: A Hub for Mental Health Services

Phoenix, being the state’s capital, offers numerous mental health services. Whether you’re seeking individual therapy, group counseling, or specialized care for issues like trauma, addiction, or family dynamics, Phoenix has a wide range of options. Local hospitals like Banner Behavioral Health and St. Joseph’s Hospital & Medical Center offer inpatient and outpatient psychiatric care. These facilities provide support for individuals facing more severe mental health challenges, with comprehensive treatment plans tailored to their needs.

In addition to hospital-based services, the city has many community mental health organizations such as Valle del Sol, which offers therapy, behavioral health services, and substance abuse treatment for both adults and children. For those looking for more affordable care, Phoenix also has a number of low-cost clinics and nonprofit organizations like The Society of St. Vincent de Paul that provide mental health support on a sliding fee scale. A psychologist in Arizona can help you access these resources and ensure that you find the right fit for your needs.

2. Tucson: Comprehensive Support and Specialized Care

Tucson, another major city in Arizona, is home to a number of mental health resources. The Southern Arizona Mental Health Corporation (SAMHC) is one of the largest providers of mental health services in the region, offering outpatient care, case management, and crisis intervention for individuals struggling with severe mental health conditions. They work closely with local hospitals and clinics to ensure individuals receive the care they need.

For those looking for more specialized services, Tucson Behavioral Health offers treatment for anxiety, depression, trauma, and other conditions. Additionally, Tucson's LGBTQ+ community can find mental health support at The Southern Arizona Gender Alliance, which provides counseling and advocacy for individuals navigating identity-related challenges. A psychologist in Arizona can connect you with these specialized services to ensure that you receive the most appropriate care for your unique situation.

3. Flagstaff: Rural Support and Counseling Services

Dr Karen hawk psychologist In more rural areas like Flagstaff, mental health services are more limited, but there are still valuable resources available. The North Country HealthCare clinic in Flagstaff offers counseling services for individuals facing various mental health concerns, including depression, anxiety, and stress. This clinic also provides care for children and families, making it a valuable resource for those in need of comprehensive support.

Another important resource is Flagstaff’s NARBHA (Northern Arizona Regional Behavioral Health Authority), which provides mental health services for people of all ages. NARBHA offers a range of services, from community-based programs to inpatient care. If you're located in Flagstaff or nearby areas, working with a psychologist in Arizona can help you identify the right services and create a treatment plan that fits your needs.

4. Scottsdale: Private Practice and Specialized Care

Scottsdale is known for its upscale private practices and a variety of mental health specialists. For individuals looking for one-on-one therapy with licensed professionals, many psychologists in Scottsdale specialize in areas like cognitive-behavioral therapy (CBT), EMDR for trauma, and family counseling. In addition, The Scottsdale Counseling Center offers a variety of mental health services, including therapy for depression, anxiety, and grief counseling.

For individuals struggling with addiction or substance abuse, The Meadows in Scottsdale offers residential treatment programs. These programs are designed to provide comprehensive care in a serene environment, allowing individuals to recover while focusing on their mental health needs.

5. Other Arizona Cities: Rural and Urban Support

Beyond Phoenix, Tucson, Flagstaff, and Scottsdale, Arizona’s smaller cities and rural areas also offer resources. For instance, Yuma Regional Medical Center provides mental health services for those in the southwest region, while Casa Grande offers community-based services through Pinal Hispanic Council. Whether you’re in a small town or an urban center, there is always support available, and a psychologist in Arizona can help you find these resources and provide guidance along your mental health journey.

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🌺 Cannabis in Hawaii: A Guide to Legal Weed in Paradise

Hawaii, with its breathtaking landscapes and laid-back vibe, offers a unique setting for cannabis enthusiasts. While recreational cannabis remains illegal, Hawaii’s medical marijuana program allows patients to access high-quality products in a regulated and sustainable market.

Curious about cannabis laws and culture in the Aloha State? Read the full guide to cannabis in Hawaii here.

📜 Cannabis Laws in Hawaii

Medical Cannabis

Eligibility: Patients with qualifying conditions (e.g., chronic pain, PTSD, epilepsy) can apply for a 329 medical marijuana card.

Possession Limits: Patients can possess up to 4 ounces every 15 days (8 ounces per month).

Cultivation: Patients or caregivers may grow up to 10 plants, but Hawaii’s caregiver cultivation program is set to expire on December 31, 2024, unless extended.

Recreational Cannabis

Decriminalization: Possessing up to 3 grams is decriminalized and results in a $130 fine instead of criminal charges.

Public Use: Prohibited; violators may face fines or legal consequences.

🌿 Where to Buy Cannabis in Hawaii

Hawaii’s dispensaries cater to medical patients, providing access to high-quality, locally grown cannabis products.

Top Dispensaries in Hawaii

Aloha Green Apothecary (Oahu)

Location: Honolulu

Highlights: Hawaiian-grown strains with a focus on sustainability.

Must-Try: Mango OG, a tropical hybrid for relaxation.

Cure Oahu (Oahu)

Location: Honolulu (Kapahulu)

Highlights: Upscale experience with edibles, tinctures, and concentrates.

Must-Try: Infused chocolates and gummies.

Noa Botanicals (Oahu)

Location: Honolulu

Highlights: Holistic wellness with a strong focus on patient education.

Must-Try: Hawaiian Diesel, a sativa perfect for daytime use.

Maui Grown Therapies (Maui)

Location: Kahului

Highlights: Maui’s first licensed dispensary with a serene shopping environment.

Must-Try: Lilikoi Frost, an uplifting and flavorful strain.

Big Island Grown (Big Island)

Location: Hilo, Kona, Waimea

Highlights: Vertically integrated dispensary with products directly from their farms.

Must-Try: Hamakua Frost, a soothing hybrid grown locally.

🌴 Cannabis-Friendly Activities in Hawaii

Hawaii’s natural beauty pairs perfectly with mindful cannabis use. While public consumption is illegal, enjoying cannabis in private can enhance your island experience.

Waimea Canyon (Kauai): A stunning hiking destination with breathtaking views.

Haleakalā National Park (Maui): Witness unforgettable sunrises and stargazing.

North Shore Beaches (Oahu): Relax by the water and soak in the laid-back vibes.

Akaka Falls State Park (Big Island): Explore lush greenery and a towering 442-foot waterfall.

🌟 The Future of Cannabis in Hawaii

Hawaii’s cannabis industry continues to evolve, with efforts underway to expand access and potentially legalize recreational use.

Recreational Legalization: Lawmakers are actively discussing proposals for adult-use cannabis.

Sustainability: Dispensaries are committed to eco-friendly farming and packaging practices.

Social Equity: Advocates are pushing for initiatives that support local and minority-owned businesses.

Cannabis Tourism: As global cannabis tourism rises, Hawaii is well-positioned to integrate cannabis-friendly experiences into its vibrant tourism industry.

🌺 Tips for Cannabis Users in Hawaii

Get a 329 Card: Hawaii residents can apply for a medical cannabis card, and visitors can apply for a temporary 329 card to access dispensaries.

Consume Responsibly: Use cannabis in private residences or authorized spaces—never in public.

Respect the Environment: Hawaii’s natural beauty is sacred; leave no trace and dispose of waste properly.

Ask for Guidance: Dispensaries like Noa Botanicals prioritize education to help you find the best products.

Hawaii’s cannabis culture reflects the state’s natural beauty and progressive values. While recreational use is not yet legal, the thriving medical marijuana program and decriminalization efforts signal a promising future. Whether you’re exploring the islands or enjoying a calming strain at home, cannabis can enhance your Hawaiian experience when used responsibly.

Discover more cannabis tips and insights here.