#unfortunately my health tanked shortly after getting it

[jds-serious-thoughts]

TW: pet loss

As a first post I feel it fitting to do a memorial. I wanted to post this to my main blog but really, it seemed a bit too serious and long winded for that.

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Months ago, I lost my best friend. He was a pretty large black and white rat. A man came to my work one day wanting him gone. His daughter had gone to college and he didn’t care what happened to the rat. I could feed it off for all he cared. It had been kept in a 20 gallon tank. A small glass prison, not knowing where his human had gone or why he was being given away. My work - a corporate pet store - wasn’t allowed to take him, and I had rats already at the time, so I offered. The same day he was given to me in a small, janky box that was falling apart. He was massive, but sweet. I named him big boy. Not my most thought out name, but he was a big boy.

When I first brought him home, from square one he was way more affectionate than my other boys. Over time we spent all our time together. He became my rock. He spent most of his time outside of his cage. He would periodically explore, but he was a very lazy boy. He’d lay in my lap, or wrapped in my blankets or pile of dirty clothes. When I’d come home, he’d hop across the room to say hi. When he was happy, he’d chew on whatever pile of cloth he’d be laying in. It was irritating at first, but it didn’t bother me too much. He would lay along my back or in my arms at night, sometimes periodically leaving to lay in front of the fan if he got too hot. He’d climb up my legs to lay on my lap while I played games. I’d cradle him in my hands and kiss his forehead. He’d lick the tears off my cheeks when I’d cry. He was my everything. I was reaching new lows in my life and my mental health was getting to the point of constant breakdowns. He was there for me through all of it. I can’t express how much he saved me.

He was my world, and while he did so much for me, he was a rat who was born in a pet mill, destined to live such an unfortunately short life. I knew this about getting rats, which is why originally I had gotten my rats from reputable breeders. I had only a few exceptions to that rule. I knew this and yet I loved big boy more than I had or have ever loved anything or anyone in my entire life. As he got older, and my lows got worse, I started to constantly think about his death. I knew he was getting old for a rat and that, paired with other negative things happening in my life, kept me in possibly my lowest moment ever. My other boys had passed away by that point. I felt like I had nobody left. Looking back, I did, but I felt like my breakdowns and constant need for attention was leading people to hate me, and when you’re depressed and in the gutter, you typically don’t notice the support that’s around you. I felt I had asked for too much and was pushing people away.

In his last couple of months I struggled between grieving his death before it ever happened and trying to embrace our little time together before it was too late. It felt like any day could be our last. Only two days I remember vividly though. I think it was one of his better days while he was getting sicker. I was listening to music and we danced in my room together. Amongst all the horrible, awful, miserable, terrible days was this one good one. I danced with him and for once I didn’t feel like the world was crumbling. Shortly after that day though, his breathing worsened and I had to take him to the vet. They had to put him down. It was possibly the worst night of my life. I had no support as my family was an hour away. I was alone in the waiting room while they put him to sleep. I got to say goodbye, but he wasn’t really in a state to know I was there. They gave me a room to sit in while I waited. I have never cried harder. It was such a visceral, horrible feeling. All my muscles cramped and my vision went white. I couldn’t breathe anymore. I called my sibling but I could hardly speak. I had lost my light, everything I was living for. I have never felt anything like it. Where was I going to go after this? How was I going to move on without my everything? That day was my lowest, but fortunately that meant I could only go up.

After that day, my grief went in an odd direction. Obviously, even to this day, there were and are days I still cry about him. It is hard entering a room once occupied by two to find that you’re alone. It’s odd, waking from a nightmare and having nothing to protect you from them. When I am sad, I don’t have him to hug, but instead a terracotta imprint of his feet and tail. I don’t get greeted by a little prancing buddy when I get home, and I don’t sometimes feel little feet trying to climb my legs while I’m at my desk. I will never again feel his soft fur on my face or the warmth of his body under my chin or on my cheeks. But at the same time, I was shockingly fine. I always thought I would do something terrible to myself after he died but I didn’t. I was still there and strangely enough, I didn’t want to hurt myself. Instead, after his death, I started to notice things more. I started finding joy in things I wouldn’t have even noticed. I started to feel the love from the people in my life. I admired the world around me, looked at the sky and gave myself grace when I would have normally beat myself up about it. My entire line of thinking changed. My entire life changed. I am not religious or spiritual in any way, but I like to think that in a way, he gave me his love for me to give to others. I think fondly of all the time he gave me. Instead of thinking of those horrible last moments I remember all those precious moments we had. I have holes in many of my clothes and instead of wishing I could repair them or buy more, I see them as a reminder of his love and happiness while I had him. I can never know how exactly he felt about me, and as a flawed human I know I made many mistakes, but each hole was made with love. Each time I notice one, it gives me a moment to reflect and remember just how much I loved him. Sometimes I worry I’m incapable of loving, but big boy is a reminder of just how much I can love. His death is a reminder that even at my worst, I can move forward. Even at my worst, I can dance in my room to music I love and remember him there.

I miss you so much, big boy. I hope there's an afterlife just for you. I’m sorry I never gave you a eulogy like I do my other pets, but now is the time. I would give anything to hold you in my arms one last time, but at least I can show life the same love I felt for you. I’ve had several heart rats in my life. They hit you in such a monumental way. They love with such purity and comfort, but are confined to such little time. I wish everyone knew how amazing, perfect, wonderful pets rats are. I wish everyone had a heart rat in their life. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, Big Boy. I hope you're at peace now.

[championsandheroes]

I then proceeded to get compromised because I kept getting turned around on Eden Prime and pushing the wrong button for everything.

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[my-emotional-self]

Toxic Love Chapter 7

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Finding out your soulmates were Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes was one thing.  But when someone from your past comes back to haunt you, you have to figure out if a relationship with two super soldiers is something you really want to pursue or if you’d rather go back to your comfortable single life.

Series Warnings:  18+, Swearing, Angst, Fluff, past mentions of rape, self-harm, attempted rape, domestic violence, stalking, death threats, possible Dark!Steve?, Steve will be an asshole a LOT in this series but I don’t know how dark it will get, explicit sexual content, mental health issues, kind of A/B/O dynamics but not really (no they are not actual wolves, more like the hierarchy), mentions of suicide, flashbacks of suicide, nightmares

A/N: There will be no taglist for this story!  I apologize in advance!

8 Years Ago – Age 17

“Y/N, do you know why you are here?” the shrink asked from across the large desk.  You looked down at the typical uniform of a patient at a psychiatric ward.  Yes you knew why you were in here.  A few months ago you witnessed your father’s dead corpse hanging in your living room.  The next thing you knew you were writing a suicide note of your own and your foster parents found it before you could do anything.  Now, you were stuck in a psych ward, probably until you at least turned 18.

“Yep,” came your short response.  

The shrink glanced down at her papers in front of her, going through all of your notes.  “We want to help you as best we can Y/N.  You’ve been through some very traumatic experiences in your life and you’ve witnessed a great deal.  We are going to get you all the help you need.”

3 Months Later

“Have you heard of Borderline Personality Disorder Y/N?” your psychiatrist, Dr. Wang asked.  

That made your head snap in her direction.  Here you were, still stuck in the psych ward after three months and you weren’t sure why.  “I’ve heard of that, yes.  But I thought I was just depressed,” you mumbled, chewing on your fingernail.  

You were clinically diagnosed with depression shortly after coming here.  

“Well, that’s what we originally thought at first.  But the longer you’ve spent time here, the more I and the rest of the staff have discovered it is BPD.  You’re intense mood swings, combined with your ongoing feelings of emptiness and the intense bouts of anger you have are all signs of BPD. We are going to switch up your medications and that will really help with your mood swings and anger issues.

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 No matter how hard you tried, sleep never came to you that afternoon.  You tossed and turned all afternoon in your bed and nothing seemed to be working.  Not only that, but you were really starting to get more irritable as the day went on and you knew it was time to change the dosing of your medication.  It was like clockwork, every year to year and a half. The only problem was that you couldn’t leave the tower without Steve, Bucky or an anyone else.  How were you supposed to get an appointment with your Psychiatrist if you couldn’t leave the tower alone?  This only increased your anger and frustration as you got out of bed to get ready.    

You brushed your teeth and put on a some jeans and a t-shirt, not really caring what you threw on. All of the specific clothing you wore for work was in the closet of your game room along with your makeup and accessories.  

Upon leaving your room, you saw Steve and Bucky sitting at the island in the kitchen of your shared apartment.  They both looked deep in thought over some paperwork and you assumed it was for work.

Grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen, you were about to head into the elevator as you didn’t want to disturb them, but Steve spoke up and caught your attention.  “Where are you off to?”

“Oh, umm, I’m heading down to my game room.  I’m going to work tonight,” you mumbled out as you pressed the button for the elevator. You noticed it was on the ground floor and it would take a few minutes to get to your level.  

“What time do you plan on being done?” Steve questioned.  

You huffed in annoyance, already irritated as anger began to creep through your bones.  “I don’t know.  Whenever I get done,” you snapped.  Immediately you felt regret, but sometimes your emotions got the better of you when you were in dire need of a medication change.  

“Hey, what’s with the attitude?” Steve commanded as he got up from his seat and stalked over to you, hands on his hips.  You noticed Bucky looking at you from his seat with furrowed brows.  They had never seen you angry like this.  You were always so compliant and easy going.  

“Look, I’m sorry.  I’m just tired is all.”

Steve looked at you sharply, his lips in a thin tight line.  “Alright.  Just make sure you get to bed at a reasonable time tonight.  Promise?”

“I promise,” you answered back.  

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In the comfort of your game room, you quickly got to work.  Digging through your closet, you decided on a light pink tank top that said ‘Gamer Girl’ in black letters with two gamer controls on it.  Since your webcam only showed your top half, you threw on a black pair of cotton shorts to be comfortable.  

Next, you put your hair up in space buns, making sure they were situated just right so they wouldn’t be in the way of your headphones.  You put on your typical game night makeup: bright pink eyeshadow with dark smoked out liner, some mascara and blush and you were good to go.  

Turning on your monitor, you began to power everything up and once that was done, you logged in. Immediately your followers started putting in their messages off to the side and you smiled as you read them. You always tried to read as much of them as you could.  

As the night went on, you knew you should pack it up and listen to what Steve said; getting to bed at a descent time and getting rest.  But you were having way too much fun tonight and so were your followers. It was one of the best nights you’d had in months and not just money wise.  

Ignoring the clock you continued to play and interact with your followers with the microphone that was attached to your headphones.  Every so often you would glance to your messages box and see what some of them had said.  Most of them were cheering you on but of course you always had some haters in there as well.  

It was when you noticed the screen name of one of them that made your blood run cold.  JSmith20. ‘It can’t be’ you thought to yourself, trying to keep as composed as possible as hundreds of people were watching you game in this very moment.  

John’s last name is Smith and he always told you how his favorite number was 20, because that was how old you were when you met him.  No, but he’s still in prison.  He hasn’t gotten out.  He’ll be in there for many more years to come.  It had to be one of his friends right?  The same friend that had been delivering those letters to your old apartment.  ‘Yes, that’s right.  It’s just one of his friends trying to torment you’ you thought to yourself.  

Then, the person behind that screen name typed a message into your message box.  

Hey babe.  Do you miss me yet?  I can’t wait to see you – J

Yep, your composure went out the window reading the message.   Then another message from him popped up.  

I see you are no longer living in that little one bedroom apartment.  Did you really think you could up and move and I wouldn’t be able to find you?  Oh babe, how cute.  I will find you and we will meet again soon.  I promise – J

As you stared at the words on your screen, you heard groans from the other players on your team.  You had just lost the game.  

“Shit,” you swore, anger bubbling up inside of you.  “Fucking damnit!”  You slammed your fist on the desk.  

You rarely lost games. Losing always put you in a foul mood. But because of already being irritable and your emotions on over drive, losing just made everything worse.  

Looking at the clock it was just before five in the morning so you logged off and shut everything down.

You took your hair out of the buns, immediately feeling the tension in your head ease.  Ever so quietly, you opened the door and poked your head out into the hallway.  It was bitch black so you used your phone as a flashlight and tiptoed to the elevator. Before pressing the button on the elevator, you paused.  What if the noise of the elevator woke up Steve or Bucky?  You had promised Steve that you would get to bed at a descent time and seeing as it was just about five in the morning, well, you kind of figured you’d be in trouble.  

Instead, you opened the door to the stairs which was situated right next to the elevator.  At least taking the stairs would be much quieter.

You climbed the stairs up a few levels until you reached your living level and you waited on baited breath for a few moments.  Nothing. Nothing but silence.  As quiet as a mouse, you snuck through the door and dashed to your room, thanking your lucky stars that the palm scanner didn’t make any noise.  

You took a nice hot shower, washing off all of your makeup and the stress of the last few hours.  As much as you wanted to forget John messaging you, it wasn’t going to happen, neither was any sleep.  

Rather than even bothering to get into bed and try to relax, you sent an email to your psychiatrist letting her know that you would more than likely need a dose change on your medications.  Frantically typing away at the email, you explained how you were beginning to get irritated and it was harder for you to control your bouts of anger.  

Luckily for you, Dr. Wang was an early bird and she emailed you right back.  She wanted you to come see her for an appointment and your heart immediately dropped.  That wasn’t going to happen as one of your rules was that you weren’t allowed out of the tower by yourself.  And as much as you liked Darcy, you couldn’t trust her to go with you and not say anything to Steve or Bucky.  

Typing out your reply, you explained that you were unfortunately not able to meet in person and if there was anything else that could be done.  After you hit sent, you began to pace in your apartment, clearly on edge with everything going on.  You just wanted to feel better; you hated feeling this way.  It was as if you weren’t in control of your body and you definitely weren’t in control of your emotions.  

A notification came through your laptop and you rushed towards it, almost tripping over your feet. As you read her words, you could have cried right then and there.  She had agreed to a phone call appointment and she had time right now to discuss things with you.  

Grasping your phone, you dialed her number.

“It’s good to hear from you Y/N,” Dr. Wang stated as she answered the phone.  

“Oh Dr. Wang it is so good to hear your voice.”

She let out a soft chuckle. “Yes, it has been a little over six months since we’ve last spoken.  How are things going with you?”

“Where to begin,” you started off saying.  You let her know that you indeed met your soulmates and had moved in with them. You went over the rules that Steve had given you and she made you feel better as she stated she had seen way worse rules.  Hell, she said your rules were like a walk in the park compared to some she has heard.

“Alright, now, let’s get down to business.  How are you feeling these past few days?” she asked curiously.  

“Ugh, not good. Moving was stressful but I have been feeling really irritated over the last few and I’ve had a few bouts of anger rush through me that makes me want to punch something, but I’ve luckily been able to hold back on that.”

“What about any risky behaviors such as reckless driving, spending sprees, binge eating, drug abuse or sabotaging anything positive in your life?”

“Not yet,” you stated. You knew the routine.  She was going over all the symptoms of Borderline Personality Disorder to see what has changed with you.  

“Ok good.  How about any intense fears of abandonment or rejection?”

That question always hit you like a punch to the gut.  The only reason you had stayed with John for so long was because of that right there. He purposely wouldn’t let you see Dr. Wang or he wouldn’t take you to get your medications refilled and because of that, you were starting to feel those feelings; not wanting to be abandoned no matter what.  

“Nope,” you replied.  

“Ok then.  I am going to increase the dosing on your current medications but I want to warn you.  Without you coming in and personally seeing me and without getting some blood work done, I don’t know how well this dosing is going to work, if it will work at all. We might need to discuss changing the medication all together,” she stated.  

“I understand Dr. Wang. And do you think maybe you could prescribe some sort of sleep medication for me too?”

“I can prescribe a one week trial of a sleeping medication for you.  After that, I really need you to try and come see me in the office and we can discuss that further.  Now, did you want me to send these prescriptions into your regular pharmacy?”

“Yes, that would be great. Thank you so much Dr. Wang.”

“No worries at all Y/N. Give the office a call and get an appointment set up.”

“I will.  Thanks again.”

Now that you had your medications all taken care of, you had to figure a way to leave the tower so you could get them.  

[books-are-my-life-stuff]

A quick note, this team building is helped by @crystalelemental, you can check his attempts to do 11 Legendary Gauntlet runs with generally available sync pairs+freebies here, though I did several changes and adjustments here and there depending on the situation and availability.

Legendary Gauntlet round 2, start!

Cobalion: Okay, as you can see, there’s two team to take down Cobalion there. That’s because RNG was so much not in my favor. And honestly? I very much deserved that after frying Cobalion to crisp with Anni N in my first run. This might as well be called Cobalion’s Revenge.

Anyway, I ran out of Fire Codex, which is why both Red and Silver are not in their best shape (especially Silver), but props to Silver especially for still powering through Cobalion despite that. BP Morty is already used in the first Azelf run, so I chose Dawn. Hilbert is there, but he’s not 3/5 yet, which is why I scarcely used him because he still doesn’t have access to what makes him great. But who knows? Maybe he can work with it anyway.

While the attack debuff that Dawn gave helped a lot, in Cobalion’s third HP bar and when it reached around 40% health, Cobalion used sync move, then crit-ed Silver. Sacred Sword also dealt a lot of damage to Dawn, and Hilbert’s flinches from Waterfall unfortunately didn’t happen as muchas I hoped. Luckily, Silver went down after he used his sync move, so the Sun that he set up stayed up until the second team came.

I know it wasn’t the great decision, but Silver powered through this far despite so many limitations (and he didn’t deserve such limitations, I should have used him more and leveled him up more), so I took the loss and let the second team finish the fight. Cobalion had Flameproof in bar 2, so since it’s at bar 3, if I bring BP Erika to poison and trap, surely Cobalion wouldn’t get resistances, right? That’s what I thought, but no. While the Toxic still did quite a number, Cobalion recovered shortly after AND got resistance from poison, coupled with burn resistance that it still has (SS Red tried to burn it with Heat Wave but didn’t work). That’s...amazing, not in a good way. But yeah, the second team managed to power through and finish the fight. SS Red is helped from the sun that Silver set up before he went down, even if only for a brief moment.

Entei: Probably the smoothest second round Legendary Gauntlet run? I didn’t believe it either, but I had better time than with Cyrus+May+Sabrina, strangely enough.

So, I know Entei has trap shenanigans, so I decided to use Swimsuit Misty instead as a tank, because she’s immune to trap, flinches, and all that stuff as long as rain is set up. And since this team is very rain-reliant, might as well use it to my advantage. The huge downside is that, no one can buff Barry’s special attack, which worried me, at first.

Barry capped his speed, and landed a few speed debuffs. It didn’t happen as much as I hoped, even with On a Roll. Entei only had -4 speed until the end of the fight. But Barry doesn’t care. Dealing 20k damage on first sync was amazing, without Special Attack buff. In second sync, he dealt 25k damage, and 28k damage in third sync. Imagine how much number he would deal with maximum speed debuff and special attack buffs? Yeah, Barry is great, and I’m so proud of him.

Winona also did her role amazingly well too. The flinches from Air Slash happened a lot and it really helped to make the team survive. Potion also proc-ed on Swimsuit Misty many times, as well as her trainer move, which helped the team a lot in defenses.

In Entei’s third bar and 50%, Winona has used her last rain, and Swimsuit Misty healed Winona and Barry from burn, but even with Sun up, Barry still managed to power through Entei and took it down. Everyone was at good health when Entei went down, and I think that’s amazing. Despite the limitations, this team performed so well and I’m happy.

Azelf: So, I actually spent hours trying to figure what kind of team I should go with, especially since most of the team members in the post that Crystal Elemental suggested, while I do have all of them, only Lusamine and Skyla who’s 3/5 (or higher in case of Skyla). The rest are still 2/5.

After a lot of trials, errors, experimenting, and a sleep in-between that, I decided to go with this team. Elio is still 2/5, and my luck in cookies is pretty bad that neither Elio nor Skyla had Vigilance, but Elio had Stalwart as his lucky skill for now, and Unbending from his grid. Azelf’s debuffs really bothers me, so hopefully these can negate the damage a little bit (especially considering Elio isn’t really great at tanking physical hits). Skyla is at healing, defense buff, and gauge control duty, while Knight Diantha focuses on debuffing and dealing damage.

Sleep-chaining Azelf really works. In fact, it works so well that I’m surprised that 45% accurate Sing from Elio landed a lot of times. Well, there were times when it missed when I needed it to land, but Sing landed 90% of the time, and sleep-chaining it is really effective, especially since Azelf’s sync hits really hard if left unchecked. So, Elio is on his sleep-chaining duty, and buff party’s special defense in-between. Thankfully, Skyla’s MPR proc-ed 5 times this time, unlike my previous attempts where MPR decided not to proc at all (and I’m a bit upset because of that), because Elio needed a lot of healing after receiving devastating physical attacks.

I’m glad that Knight Diantha hit really hard despite being 1/5, and off-type. Elio eventually fell down once Azelf was down to 80% of third HP bar, but the battle was very close to be done, as long as Knight Diantha never stops hitting. When Azelf reached 50% bar, Knight Diantha kept missing Secret Sword, which was worrying. Did Azelf buff evasion? I didn’t catch that, but Skyla didn’t miss Gust at all, that’s weird. Anyway, thanks to Skyla stalling a bit, Knight Diantha could send off another sync and landed a final Secret Sword to finish the fight. Because of Elio’s successful sleep-chaining attempts, Skyla’s MPR, and Knight Diantha’s quick work, Azelf only used 3 sync moves in total, while Knight Diantha did...a lot of times, I didn’t count. Azelf’s sync is pretty devastating, and I’m glad that most of the damage was avoided thanks to Elio’s sleep-chain. It was very effective.

Now, looking ahead, I do still have a lot of support. Sonia, Kiawe, Leaf, Lana, Piers, Falkner, Bugsy & Scyther, OG Lillie, and Roxanne. Big however, they are not very optimal. Only Leaf and Roxanne who are 5/5, Kiawe, Lillie, and Bugsy are 2/5, and the rest are 1/5, so I’m not sure if they can hold their own in a long fight like this. I also have my cheese-strat sync pairs. N & Zekrom along with OG Volkner, Lear, SS Renegade Cynthia, Giovanni, Winter Leon, BP Zinnia...but only Giovanni and BP Zinnia who are above 3/5. N & Zekrom is still 2/5, and I’m not confident if he’s suited for a long battle. The rest are still 1/5.

So, I think I’m gonna take a break for now. I’m already satisfied with 6 victories, and I still need a lot of improvement in many of my team members. I don’t wanna try to go yolo unsuccessfully and burning myself out from this game (which is the least that I want to happen). Someday, when I get a bit better, I will try again. 

Legendary Gauntlet was a lot of fun, though. It really helped me to plan around and team build things, and realized that people have their own play style, one team might work for one person but not working to another, things like that. Luck and RNG also plays a huge factor, but mostly team building and endurance in a long fight, which might be extremely useful as I’m going to finally start doing Master Mode Champion Stadium very soon. This opportunity also made me use sync pairs that I barely used, and realizing their potential, so that’s great! It also helped me to not rely on the same sync pair. Sure, Champion Stadium did teach me that, but Legendary Gauntlet is more demanding, with how long the fight goes.

Maybe I will try it again, but until then, I will take a break and probably try to farm cookies in the meantime. Good game.

[buckythegothavenger]

Stuck With You (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary:You and Bucky Barnes get sent to work in a remote cabin for 3 days in Alaska, but an unexpected snow storm extends the trip an extra few days. The problem being? You two cant stand each other.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 6.5k  

Warnings: Language, Angst, Smut,(18+) rough sex? Unprotected Sex (Wrap those willies) Such a cliche

A/N: Its winter time which means its time to write the cliche fics where they get stuck in a cabin together. Not gunna lie, this took me over 10 hours to write and edit so i hope you like it! Replies are always welcome and just let me know if you want to be tagged in my work!

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"Steve why the hell do i have to go with her? Cant you come instead, even Nat would be better than her"

"Because buck, you two have the same training, Fury thought it would be a good idea. Plus me and Nat already have a mission of our own, its only for 3 days you'll live"

"She hates the cold she's just going to bitch the whole time that shes cold and were going to be in Alaska in the middle of fucking December"

"hey if you're that mad about it then take it up with Fury"

Sighing Bucky picked up his bags and sulked out the door towards the Quin-jet that was waiting for the two of you.

Trying to pack all of your sweaters,sweats, blankets and stealth gear into your small bags proved to be nearly impossible. Sighing you sat on you bed looking over at Natasha who was raiding you fridge. "You know that you have absolutely nothing to eat right" She said closing the fridge, walking over to rummage through your cabinets. "Well seeing as i'm going to be spending the next three days locked away in a cabin, i didn't think i needed to go grocery shopping"

"Haha finally" she exclaimed finding a box of of Oreos

"You couldn't have just went to your own room? its like two doors down"

"I'm already here whats the point, plus i know your not going to eat these, youre like a health nut now" she said walking over to lay on your bed opening up the cookies in the process

"hey naaat" you say turning to her "Can you pleeease trade places with me, i mean you actually like Barnes and you know i hate the cold"

Laughing she replied "I never said i liked him y/n i just put up with him"

"Yeah but at least he doesnt act completely disgusted when you enter the room"

You quickly became friends with everyone shortly after joining the avengers, coming from the same background as Natasha, Bucky and Wanda you thought you would get along with them the best, all bonding over your hatred for hydra. But you couldn't have been more wrong about Barnes, the first couple weeks he was fine with you, nice actually. He showed you around the Avengers compound, helped set up your bedroom and even showed you some TV that you hadn't seen. One day he just snapped and stopped saying hi when you saw each other, he would always have a snarky comeback to everything you said then he quit coming to movie night. No one really knew why not even Steve, everyone just kept their theories to themselves only one of them unknowingly knew exactly why.

"Its not up to me, you know Fury deals will all the missions and the teams so if you really want to swi-"

"No no its fine, i can deal with him, its only three days" you said cutting her off. You knew that talking to Fury wasn't going to change anything plus you didn't want to seem like some immature crybaby

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Walking off the Quinjet you were immediately hit with a gust of bone chilling wind, shivering you pulled your jacket tighter around your body. This was going to be the worst mission ever. Laughing Bucky walked passed you into the snow"Stop being a little baby, its not even that cold"

Looking over at Steve with pleading eyes begging him to take you place

"Those puppy eyes don't work on me sweetheart, you know that"

"it was worth a shot" you sighed feeling defeated, continuing your walk to the cabin.

It was small but cute, as cute as a log cabin in the middle of the woods in Alaska with 2 feet of snow on the ground could be. It had simple wood floors, a small kitchen to the left along with two bedrooms down a hall, to your right was a large stone fireplace, a brown couch and recliner. Natasha helped you bring your bags to your room as Steve did the same with Bucky. You unpacked you clothes while Nat helped with your computer and weapons, "You know maybe this will be good for the both of you, you can finally sort out your problems"

"Nat i don't even know what his problem is, i never did anything to make him hate me"

"Then talk to him y/n there's no better time to do it"

"I can think of a million different times i could talk to him and this isn't one of those times"

You had only been at this place for an hour and you already had a headache, waving goodbye to Steve and Natasha as they got back onto the quinjet off to start their own 3 day mission. Walking back into the warmth of the cabin you thought that maybe Barnes was going to be nice to you for once since this is actually a mission and not a walk in the park. You both set up your equipment on the coffee table, wanting to start asap so you both could get out of here. The mission was simple, hack into a near by hydra bases security cameras and watch for a specific individual, a new enhanced human. Once that person is spotted you both need to go in and take out that problem.

The later it got, the colder it got and by now you were freezing the only heat coming from the fire place you were sitting directly in front of, for someone that controls and makes fire you were always cold

"Why don't you just do us both a favor and jump right on it huh y/n it'll warm you right up" Buck said coming around the corner wearing only sweatpants and a tank top, how the hell was he not freezing his ass off.

"Sure Barnes, right after you go ahead and jump right into that lake out back" giving him a sweet smile

"Hey come look at this" Bucky called sitting in front of his computer. Reluctantly you got up from your spot by the fire and went to look over his shoulder at the computer screen.

"Is that him?"

"I don't know maybe go ahead at look at the file right in front of you" Bucky snapped at you,

Ignoring his comments you picked up the file and looked through it, noticing a tattoo on the mans arm in the picture and telling Buck to look for it on the screen

"Yeah that definitely him, lets go and get this over with" Bucky said standing up from his seat

"What no its freezing cold out there and its pitch black, we haven't even seen this place during the day what makes you think we'll be able to see it in the dark?"

"Did you seem to forget what our fucking job is y/n, if you're going to be a wuss about it ill do it myself" he said pushing past you walking to his room to change

He was right and you knew it, it was your job to get this guy the second you saw him but you were at a disadvantage to begin with. You didn't know your way around the base and to add to that it was pitch black out. Maybe if you convinced Bucky to wait until tomorrow morning you wouldn't be as reluctant to go.

Bucky came walking out of his room now in combat gear, a gun in hand, before he could make it out the door you grabbed his arm stopping him, making him turn around to look at you "Buck just wait until tomorrow don't throw on your tough guy act just cause you want to get out of here, I want to leave too but its not worth going in blind and risking the whole mission" Now you had a good point. "Fine, we leave here first thing in the morning, get this guy then call Tony to come get us" Realizing you still had a grip on his arm you let go, and with that he walked back to his room not be seen again until morning. You walked over and started putting out the fire, if you were going to be up early it was best to get some sleep while you still had time. Laying in bed wrapped up in an assortment of warm blankets you were texting Wanda asking her how her vacation with vision was going until you fell asleep. You woke up in the middle of the night to what sounded like grunts or whispers coming from buckys room, he's probably just having one of his nightmares again you thought, paying no attention to it and drifting back to sleep

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Waking up on the floor wrapped up in several blankets was not the best way to start your day but at least you got some sleep. Getting up you took your blanket with you into the living room, expecting to see Bucky with his gear in hand ready to yell at you for being late. Instead you found him yelling into the phone he was holding, frustrated he threw it against the wall causing it to brake into pieces. "Who the fuck shit in your cereal the smorning barnes" you teased, whipping around he looked at you dead in the eyes "You"

"what did i do i just wo-" he cut you off as he walked over to you and grabbed your arm pulling you over to the window and pushed the shades open. It was then that you saw absolutely nothing, nothing but the snow covering the window. A huge snow storm must've hit overnight and now you were trapped in hell with Bucky.

"How the fuck is this my fault" you said shaking out of his grasp

"In every fucking way" he screamed "if we just left to take care of our mission last night, we wouldn't be stuck here"

"That wouldn't have changed anything, It still would've snowed and we still would be stuck"

"At least Fury would know that the job was done, he would had a quinjet fly out for us. Just in case your small brain isn't catching onto what i'm saying ill simplify, We have no cell reception,no internet, nothing but walkies will work"

"Well i'm fucking sorry i didn't want either of us getting hurt"

"Like hell you cared about me getting hurt, you just didn't feel like going out in the cold,I can't believe that, out of all the people I was unfortunate to get stuck in a log cabin with, it had to be you." He spat at you

"It's the universe telling you that you made the asshole list and that you're a bastard who deserves coal. I just don't know why I'm being punished too." It sounded dumber out loud than it did in your head. "Whatever buck, i'm sorry i spoiled you special little day" You walked off back into your room, to give the super soldier some time to cool off. You stayed in there most of the day until you remembered you had brought a couple of movies with you, just something to occupy your mind. You got up and grabbed your laptop and a copy of Donnie Darko, it was a gift from Nat for your birthday, she knew how much you loved that crazy movie. You decided to go out and check in on Bucky and see if he was up for a movie, you had your arguments but you didn't hate the guy, you used to actually find him pretty cute back when you first joined.

"Hey uh do you wanna watch a movie? I forgot i brought some movies with me" He was sitting curled up on the recliner, if you didn't know any better you would've thought he was upset at something other than the mission.

Looking up at you he replied "Depends is it one of those dumb rom coms girls are so into"

"Actually no smart ass, its like a horror, drama fantasy thing its one of my favorites"

"Fine set it up on the table"

You both went and sat down on the couch, you grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and threw it over yourself.

"Wow way to hog all of the blankets"

"Oh i'm sorry, i thought Mr. Winter Soldier doesn't get cold?' you mocked as you gave him the blanket and went to grab your own from your room. You looked back real quick to check if he was actually watching the movie, you must've stood up to fast and weren't seeing clearly because you swore you saw Barnes laugh. You were totally seeing things the only person to put a smile on that mans face was Rogers, or whenever he mocked you. Grabbing a bag of chips from the kitchen you went and sat back down on the couch.

"So was it a dream the whole damn time or"

"I honestly don't know, I've watched it a million times and i think its like some worm hole space thing"

"You begged me to watch a movie when you dont even understand the ending" He was so upset and confused

"Hey i never begged you, I only asked once. Admit it you liked it" You teased nudging him in the ribs

You both sat there and talked about the movie for what seemed liked hours, not realizing how close you two were now seated. You got on the topic of the TV shows you both used to watch months ago when you were friends. After not talking to him for so long and now the both of you being wrapped up in this movie made you start to realize how much you really missed him. He was one of the first friends you made and it broke your heart when he started to be mean.

"Buck i think im gunna go to bed, i got no sleep last night" you said yawning

"alright, ill see u in the morning"

Grabbing your blanket you started to get up "Arnt you exhausted? i thought i heard you last night having one of those nightmares"

He didn't get nightmares as frequently as he used to but they still happened, but he usually remembers them. They started to get better when you joined the Avengers, but he never told anyone that, and he refused to believe it himself.

"ya i guess i am, i hate those dreams" He didn't have any sort of nightmare last night, but you didn't need to know that, or the details of what he was actually doing.

"If u wanna talk about it im here, i know we didn't go through exactly the same stuff but i wanna help you if i can" You really did want to help Bucky, whatever he was going through, you knew how hard it was dealing with the trauma inflicted by hydra.

"Thanks y/n/n" He said walking behind you going to his room

You both got to your rooms and before you could close your door you heard Bucky whisper a faint "goodnight" under his breath.

Bucky sat in on the edge of his bed trying to wrap his mind around everything that happened today. He was happy to be talking to you again and not have every other sentence out of his mouth be a sarcastic jab at you. He hated to admit his feelings, they scared him to death, he was so used to feeling like some monster with no emotions. But you made him feel alive again, you made him feel human and you helped get rid of his nightmares without even knowing it. He was mad at himself still, he's been hurting you all these months just because he didn't want to admit his feelings.

Laying in bed you tried to get rid of that feeling in the pit of your stomach, the one you always seem to get when your falling for someone. You couldn't be falling for barnes, not again, he didn't even like you right? This was just an act he put on because you were stuck in this cabin together. At least that's what you told yourself. You did like barnes, more than you care to admit but it was just a silly crush it would go away once you got out of this place.

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Its now been 4 going on 5 since you've been stuck in this cabin, thankfully the snow finally stopped and it started to melt, at least you could now get your front door open. You both decided that today was the day you were going to find that hydra base and finish your mission, only 2 days behind schedule. Putting on your combat gear you grabbed your walkie, guns and a protein bar before walking out your bedroom door, Bucky already dressed waiting for you in the kitchen.

"He still in the same part of the building?" you asked walking over to check the computer once more

"Yeah same place, same amount of agents" he answered walking towards you peering over your shoulder at the screen telling you once more his tactical plan, His hot breath on your neck making you shiver. You tried to ignore all the thoughts running through your head and pushed them towards the back of your head. You needed to focus on this mission or else one of you was going to get hurt.

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"YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN YOUR SELF KILLED, AGAIN Y/N"

"I THINK I'M AWARE OF WHO AND WHAT I CAN HANDLE BUCK, IVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR YEARS" you screamed back annoyed that once again you were being yelled at for doing your job.

While Bucky was in one part of the base looking for the enhanced, you found a secret room with 5 of hydras agents standing inside. You know you could handle them on your own, you've dealt with far worse. Little did you know one of the agents had the same ability as The Winter Soldier, needless to say if it wasn't for buck coming in to save your ass you probably wouldn't be standing here having this argument with him.

Trying to calm yourself down you spoke softer "I didn't know one of them was enhanced, if i did i would've waited for you, but you were preoccupied and i thought i could handle it. I also didn't realize my powers wouldn't have an effect on him"

"This is why i hate working missions with you, you always jump the gun without thinking and i have to swoop in and save your ass" he wasn't yelling anymore but his tone was still harsh, he walked away from you going to his room

"Buck im sorry ok, i haven't been on a mission in a while and i got excited" you spoke not knowing if he could even hear you anymore. Sighing you walked into your room shutting the door and changing out of your clothes. Seeing as you only packed enough clothes for three maybe four days, you had to use the close left by the last person who stayed, by the looks of it, it was Nat. You couldn't understand why Bucky was so mad at you, you completed the mission and now you could both go home. Grabbing some of Nats clothes you decided to take a shower and get all of the sweat and dried blood off of you.

"Steve i don't know what to do, she could've gotten herself killed today"

Stepping out of the bathroom you could here Bucky talking on the phone, you knew you probably shouldn't be listening to him but whats the harm.

"I'm not in love with her shut up, i mean i might be but-" Steve must've cut him off

"You think?" "but how do i tell her i mean, why would she even like me, i'm a monster Steve"

You got so into the conversation and didnt realize you were holding onto the doorknob so when you leaned forward trying to hear better you ended up slamming the door shut causing Bucky to jump and look over at you. "uh Steve ill call you later" he hung up the phone throwing it on his bed.

"uh just wanted to let you know the showers open, there's still hot water"

Grabbing his clothes he pushed by ducking his head and whispered a quick "thanks" before walking into the bathroom.

You stood in the same place for what felt like hours before opening the door to your room. Closing the door behind you, leaning against it trying to comprehend what just happened. Did Bucky really just say he was in love with you, well he said it to Steve. That same feeling in the pit of your stomach came back, you groaned sliding down the door. Did this mean Bucky felt the same way about you that you did about him, or was this some kind of sick joke he was playing on you. If this was some sick prank, you decided you were going to have some fun, and if it wasn't oh well. You still refused to admit your feelings. You went along with your plan because why the hell not. Looking through the dresser you tried to find the something that was sexy but not too obviously sexy. You settled for a over sized red sweater that went down just below your butt, you put on a pair of black knee high socks and black lace panties.

You sat on the couch on your  computer trying to find a movie when Bucky exited the bathroom and went back into his room. Time for your little plan to start, you got up and walked over to Bucks room, leaning against the doorway "wanna come watch a movie, its our last day here and i thought we could end on a good note"

He looked you up and down, damp hair sticking to his face "yeah, if u wanna"

"Yay!"You squealed running over to grab his hand and drag him out to the living room. It felt like electricity ran straight trough his body the second you grabbed his hand he never wanted you to let go, but as soon as you got to the couch that's exactly what you did. After making Bucky sit down and promise to watch you started the movie, "Oh don't tell me this is a movie about different shades of grey" you laughed fully knowing what this movie actually was, pulling your legs up on the couch you put them over his lap. You've never seen someone act so flustered over a simple gesture. Boy was this going to be fun.

You could pinpoint the exact moment when buck figured out what this movie actually was, his whole demeanor changed and you could practically see his heart beating out of his chest. You had kept moving your legs around in his lap which made him hold your legs down on his lap to make you stop, pleading for you to stop. You were definitely getting messing with his poor brain.

Bucky could feel your eyes burning into his skull for what felt like hours, he had figured out by now that you were playing a little game with him, and this movie had given him all sorts of ideas for future reference. He decided to play along with you, without moving his eyes from the screen he moved his hands further up your legs, no longer resting on the fabric of your knee highs. You tried to hide as your breath hitched in your throat as his hands made their way under your sweater and rested on your thighs. Their was no way in hell that he was going to win the game that you started. You moved your legs back closer to you, crossing them, making sure they dragged along his lap and over his now obvious bulge. You weren't seated like that for more than 30 seconds before he grabbed you and pulled you into his lap, grabbing your ass causing a small moan to escape from your lips.

Bucky had the biggest smirk on his face, fully knowing what hes doing to you. Straddling him you sunk your hips down, grinding against him slow, earning a deep growl from his throat. He grabbed onto your hips and guided your core along him, you grabbed onto his hair and tugged on it this time earning a soft moan. For the first time since standing in his door way, you looked each other in the eye, his once blue eyes were now dark and full of need. Within seconds Bucky had pinned you underneath him, snaking your legs around his waist you tangled your hands around his neck and in his hair. One of his hands still digging into your hip, the other one tangled in your hair as he pressed rough kisses along your jaw line, down your neck earning light moans as he sucked on the sensitive skin near your collarbone. Coming back up from your neck he finally placed a rough kiss on your lips, sliding his tough along the bottom of your lip begging for entrance, you smiled into the kiss granting him the access he needed, teeth clashing together as your tongues danced in your mouth . He pulled away from you and ripped his shirt off his body, throwing it to the side. Helping you with your sweater, smirking as he found out all you had on under was a pair of black lace panties. and those knee highs. "You're so perfect" He moaned coming back down to kiss you again.

You wrapped your legs back around his waist as he picked you up and carried you to his room. Bucky laid you down on the bed and looked at you like it was the first time he ever saw a womens body. Starting to feel self conscious you moved your arms to cover your bare chest, before you could he stopped you "Stop it. you're so fucking beautiful y/n". Hovering over you he leaned down until his face was inches from yours kissing you softy, putting a hand on his cheek you looked up at him, seeing those blue eyes of his on you like that made you melt.

He kissed you again this time more roughly moving down towards your neck sucking on the soft skin leaving light bruises. Trailing kisses further down over your breasts and stomach before making it to your core, he moved to the inside of your thighs teasing you, rubbing them gently with his rough hands, his metal one cooling you down instantly. He looked up at you with his hands on your thighs, you gave him a nod wanting nothing more than for him to continue. He took his metal hand and rubbed it over your clothed core, causing a small gasp to escape your mouth from the cold touch. He loved the effect he had on you, the metal arm was an obvious turn on he used to his advantage. He teased you through your panties with his metal fingers earning a different sound from you each time he moved them a different way.

"B-bucky please" you whimpered earning a smirk from him, you arched your back allowing him to remove your now soaked panties "I wonder if your always this wet when i'm around" he grinned at you throwing them across the room. He leaned over you looked you in the eyes again planting another harsh kiss on your lips, before moving back down to get to work. His tongue working like magic, having you come undone at the seams the second he touched you. Sucking on you clit he added a single metal finger causing you to buck your hips  towards him"So fucking eager kitten" his words only making you wetter and more desperate by the second. Without warning he added two more fingers, curling them so they would hit that sweet spot, pumping them at the perfect speed."f-fuck b-bucky" you hadn't been with anyone for a long time and he was completely destroying you.

He grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders giving him more access to what he want and what you need, your heels digging into his back trying desperately not to close your legs at the sensations. "I'm close, buck p-please" your a whimpering mess under his touch and he knows it ,so close to the edge, seconds away and he stops. Looking up at him with pleading eyes, "Dont worry kitten i'm not done with you yet" You hadn't realized he removed his sweats and boxers, looking at him now holy fuck he was gorgeous, he was definitely blessed in every department. With your legs hooked around his waist, he started teasing you again with his metal hand and sucking on your neck "Buck please, stop teasing"

he chuckled teasing your entrance "tell me what you want doll"

"Bucky just fuck me" growing impatient you try to buck your hips up to him

Holding your hips down with his flesh hand "That's not how you ask nicely, doll"

"James, please fuck me"

He slammed into you unexpectedly causing you to practically scream his name. He never knew that you saying his real name in the manner you did would have such an effect on him but oh it did. Gripping your hips roughly, he slammed into you at fast pace "Fuck, You're so tight" Your hands trailed down his back and grabbed onto his ass pushing him deeper inside of you earning the loudest growl you've heard out of him.

You gained control of him now straddling him, sliding down on his cock at a painfully slow pace. He held your hips, guiding you against him, moving so your clit rubbed up against him, giving you much needed friction.Taking his metal hand he played with one of your nipples pinching in, taking the other in his mouth, swirling his tongue around. The room was filled with your soft whimpers and his rough grunts.

He flipped you back over, spreading your legs even further apart, pushing deeper into you at a more desperate pace. You could feel his thrusts starting to become sloppy, you hooked your legs around his shoulders letting him fuck you even deeper "Fuck, y/n" You dug your nails deep into his back, definitely leaving marks. Near pornographic moans left your mouth as bucky continued his hard thrusts, he put his flesh hand around your neck as his metal one reached down to rub your clit.

"God Bucky i'm close" He tightened his grip around your throat, all that could escape your mouth was whimpers. "Cum for me" his breath hot against your ear, sending you over the edge, closing your eyes your nails and heels dug into Buckys back, feeling it hit you like shock waves you at full force. Bucky nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, all you could ear were the deep moans escaping his mouth. You felt Bucky pulse and release in side of you, thrusting your hips upwards once more earning a staggered breath in response.

He fell against you not minding the weight, as you both tried to catch your breath. Bucky rolled off of you and went to get to get a wet cloth from the bathroom to clean you both up, you were definitely going to be sore in the morning, he came back and cleaned himself off of you. Throwing the towel in a basket he crawled into bed with you and under the covers, you turned to lay on your side and looked up at him "Was this like a one time thing or" You hated to admit it but you were falling in love with him, if this really was a one stand it would break your heart.

He looked down at you wrapping his arm around you pulling you close, "If you want it to be then it can be, but i was hoping it was more" You could feel his heart jumping out of his chest, you knew he was scared to show his feelings but the way he looked at right then, you truly knew that he did love you. Leaning down he pressed a passionate kiss on your lips, both of you smiling in the middle of it. It didn't take the two of you long to fall asleep, for the first time in a while, you didn't need any extra blankets, all you needed was him. Maybe Nat was right, maybe this mission was a good thing.

You woke up the next morning with a pain between you legs, Bucky was by far the largest guy that you've slept with and it was showing. Groaning you rolled over wanting nothing more than for him to wrap his arms around you and pull you in close, but all you found was messy sheets and a cold bed. Rolling out of bed you threw on his black shirt from last night, the fabric falling like a dress coming down just below your butt. You went looking for a hair tie in the bed side table when you found something far more interesting, it looked like one of Steves sketchbooks but smaller than the ones he normally carried around, Picking it up you flipped through the pages. What you saw made your heart flutter, it wasn't Steves drawing pad it was Buckys and damn was he good. His drawing style is the same as steves, he must've taught him how to draw. But that wasn't what made your heart flutter, the cause of that was almost all of the drawings were of you always at a distace, one of them even brought you back to the day. It was one of you sitting outside by the pool at the compound, even Sam and Steve were drawn in. You flipped to the newest page and found an uncompleted drawing, it didn't click at first but the more you looked at it the more you realized that it was of you asleep in his bed, a little blurb was written in the corner

I never thought this day would come where you would be sleeping naked in bed next to me

I think im in love with you.

You couldn't help a little giggle that escaped your lips, this guy who always acted so tough and rough is actually just some big teddy bear. You set the pad back into the drawer and decided to wander out into the kitchen to see if there was anything left to eat, knowing full well that you left one of your favorite protein bars in a cabinet. You were exhausted and didn't even bother picking your head up as you said good morning to buck, You stood on your tippy toes, causing your shirt to ride up a little too high, Hearing Bucky clear his throat behind you only made you chuckle. Turning around ready to tease the poor man again"What ready for roun-" you froze in place, every word in your mind turned to mush. It wasn't Bucky that cleared his throat, it was actually Tony Stark sitting there with a shit eating grin on his face, standing next to him was none other than Natasha and Steve. Steve giving Bucky one of those looks, and Nat looked at you with the biggest smirk on her face.

"So um Bucky, tell me again about those marks on your neck, What'd you say they were from? " Clearly Tony was about to have way to much fun.

"Well Steve it looks like our evil plan worked" Natasha said nudging him in the side with her elbow

"what?" You and buck said in unison, you still hadn't moved a muscle, buck was now at your side draping a blanket over your shoulders

Natasha continued "You see, me and ole Steve had a small bet going, Sam and Clint were in on it too. I bet that if we sent you away on some remote mission together, forcing you to talk, you two would finally hook up, or at least resolve whatever was going on. It looks like Steve and Clint owe me and Sam some money"

"I had no part of this" Tony piped in hands up in the air defensively, "But goddamn was this a good surprise" he walked towards the door letting himself out, going back to the quinjet.

Laughing you asked "How much money did you all bet?"

" 200 dollars" Steve sighed, putting his hand to his temple in defeat

Bucky started chuckling "Oh my god, you guys are ridiculous"

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The whole ride home Nat pestered you with questions, Who started it? Was it good, Was it a one time thing? and a million others, at this point you toned her out and were watching Bucky talk to Steve. That man had smiled more in the past couple days than he had the entire time you knew him, thinking like that just made your heart race, you knew you were the cause of his happiness.

After a few hours you arrived back home at the compound all you wanted was a good night sleep in your own bed maybe not alone this time. You and Buck carried your bags down the hallway, sharing occasional glances and smirks, you could feel it in your heart that this was meant to be.

You sat in the living room talking to Wanda and Vision, as they had just comeback from their vacation the same day as you. You played with the ball of fire in your hands, almost throwing it in the air when you heard Sam scream down the hall "HA YES I KNEW IT, I KNEW YOU TWO WOULD BANG,I KNEW BEFORE ANYONE,I CALLED IT wheres Barton and Rogers they owe me some money" Well it looks like Sam found out that he won the bet.  Before you could explain anything, Wanda and Vision told you that they knew about it too, everyone did but no one else participated in the bet.

Bucky came around the corner and squeezed himself onto the couch cushion beside you, he pulled your legs up to rest over his lap and put his arm around you. Still playing with the fire ball in your hands, you threw it into the fire place in front of you, instantly warming up the room. You sat there watching everyone around you laughing, drinking having fun, no ones fighting, theirs no dumb bickering between you and Bucky now theirs only mocking each other before stealing a kiss.  You realized that maybe this is how its supposed to be, everyone happy and together You with Bucky Barnes. You and the Winter Soldier. The Phoenix and The Winter Soldier, maybe opposites really do attract

[huntertarot]

Day of Rain - An Apocalyptic Tabletop Adventure - Log 1

 (Warning! It’s a bit of a long read! I apologize!)

For a little background information, Day of Rain is an original tabletop system and lore that a friend of mine came up with for a campaign revolving around a Zombie infestation and testing how long we can survive for in a ball-busting, hardcore style of difficulty. The DM wanted us to create characters that were meant to be fitting representations of us, and he checked each to make sure they were fitting to each of our actual strengths and weaknesses. The party consisted of me (Hunter), Harley, and Trenton. Our rolling was based on d100 rolls, where we had to either roll lower or exactly the same as our stat or skill in something, sort of like Warhammer 40k.

The story began in our little town in Tennessee. We were all sitting around, enjoying a fine, Saturday evening when the TV changed over to an emergency broadcast. The infestation of an unusual virus had recently been found in several animal species, namely deer, but had been covered up till the announcement to prevent mass panic. The government had tried hunting down all the infected animals to the point of complete extermination and burning the corpses, but the plan seemed to backfire. What would later strike us as odd is the fact the newscaster would claim that the hunters burning the animal carcasses and a cult were the causes of what would come next. Apparently, whether due to said burnings or cult, the virus had somehow mixed with nearby water sources and, most importantly, made its way into the clouds around the same time as a large storm system was making its way across the nation. We began to question how exactly either of those explanations made sense, questioning if their information was wrong, if another cover-up was happening, or this was some kind of gigantic prank. The emergency broadcast was interrupted by an announcement by the US military, stating that any infected, no matter how far gone from the virus they were, were going to be eradicated with deadly force. Anyone so much as wandering around in the rain, whether covered or not, was going to be shot on sight. At that point, the storm system was passing over us, and we could actually hear a commotion coming from outside. Guessing this must have actually been for real, we each began to move around, trying to grab as much stuff as we could before the shit hit the fan. Harley managed to come across backpacks for him and Trenton, and I managed to dig up an old duffel bag of mine, with each of us tossing some spare clothes, food, and water inside. Mr. Jesse, the father of a friend of ours who owned the house we were in, contained a number of goodies for us, including a pistol for each of us, ammo, a police flashlight, and a large medical kit. Before we could try to find anything more, Harley remembered that we needed to lock and barricade the doors so no one could get in. He ran to the front door and locked it, and I ran to the back door. Unfortunately for me, the back door was in a laundry room that had a small step down, so I tripped and clocked my head on the washer. Harley came to check on me after he heard me yell, and also tripped and landed on me. Trenton, who had been trying to stack stuff in front of the windows, came to figure out was going on and also tripped and fell on top of us. For the record, I’m 5′8″ and about 160 lbs, while Harley is 6′3″ and about 280, and Trenton is 6′4″ and 400 lbs. I took about half of my health from hitting my head and getting squashed by those two, while they only took a small amount.

Harley managed to untangle himself from the pile and locked the door, but not before we all heard some screaming and followed by the sound of something smashing against the backyard fence. Just as Trenton and I were standing up, someone began pounding on the back door and begging for us to ‘save me and my daughter’. It was then that the DM introduced a ‘quick time’ system to the campaign, by giving us about 30 seconds on a stopwatch to discuss and figure out what we were going to do. I mentioned that saving them wasn’t exactly our problem, but that I was all for letting them in if the other two wanted to, which they did. Harley, as he has children, is a bit more of a sentimental person when it comes to kids, so he pretty much had the door flung open before we could discuss much more. Once the woman and her kid were in, he slammed the door shut and locked it back, followed shortly by the sound of something slamming into the door. In a state of panic and adrenaline, Trenton and I wheeled a large, chest-height toolbox/cabinet in front of the door.

At that point, we could hear something similar happening at the front door, with loud pounding sounds coming from that direction. Since our options were pretty limited, while the other two were arguing how to get to one of our cars, I suggested hiding in the attic. The only entrance to the attic was in my room, which was essentially a refurbished garage that was attached to the living room. They came around to my way of thinking, and I helped the woman and her daughter (which we would later find out were called Allison and Emma) get up into the attic while the other two threw some last minute things in front of the doors and windows. Once we were all up in the attic, we tossed an old, cobweb-covered couch over the door and moved stuff around in a quick attempt to make space for ourselves. After we cleared out a corner for ourselves to huddle up in, we all sat in silence and waited for the inevitable. Each of us were aiming at the door to the attic, ready to blow away anything that potentially figured out we were here. We had no idea how these zombies worked, and we were all hoping they were slow and dumb or something along those lines.

Eventually, both the doors collapsed at about the same time, and we could hear the sounds of a small horde moving around below us. It didn’t sound exactly like they were running around, more so like they were moving at the pace of a tired jog, but it was hard to guesstimate their individual speeds with how many there were moving around at once. After a while, we heard a raspy voice say, “Here!” somewhere underneath us. Out of character and in character we are all freaking out because it seemed that the zombies could speak somehow. Despite the shout from the zombie, it seemed like the undead couldn’t actually figure out where we were. Like they could smell we were near, but they couldn’t find us no matter how close they actually got to the smell.

By the time that night came around, most of the zombies had seemingly wandered off, probably more than a little annoyed that they couldn’t find us. The only reason we got that impression was that the zombie who had spoken before, shouted, “We’ll be back!” before seemingly shambling off elsewhere. At that point, the population downstairs had seemingly become only one or two moving around in other parts of the house. Trenton, being the bravest son of a bitch I’ve ever known, decided to go on a scouting mission. We thought he was just going to see what was going on in the house, but he actually was headed towards his car. He managed to get out of the attic and out of the house without making any noise and avoiding any zombies, but his luck sorta ended when he got outside and there was a zombie just staring at the house that suddenly jerked its head in his direction. Moving at a speed we normally didn’t expect out of him, Trenton made it into his car and managed to back out of the driveway at terribly illegal speeds. He cruised around most of the town, looking for a gas station that wasn’t filled to the brim with infected, nearly walking into a Speedway that he couldn’t see immediately into that had about 40 zombies in it. He managed to come across one that was across the street from the police station, filling up his backpack with random bits of food, water, and tobacco that he came across, and turning on the pump for the gas. He accidentally set off the alarm when he pried open the cash register, so he ran out and filled his tank up as quick as he could before driving off. At this point, he receives a text from Harley asking him where he went. We were all still able to get cell service (granted my phone was on 5%, so I turned it off to conserve it for later), so Trenton was able to report what was going on to us in the attic. Trenton then drove around more and scoped out what places and areas were crawling with infected, before turning around to come back home. On his way back, the street lights cut on fully, and the zombies that were following his car began to slow down heavily, information that was shared as he drove on.

Back at the ranch (and by that, I mean the house), Harley and I were concocting a plan of our own. Harley wanted to see if he could get out of the attic and get Allison and Emma to my car and let them get out of here before anything happened to them. Like I said, Harley gets incredibly sentimental about stuff like this, whereas I was making worst-case scenario plans of using the mother and daughter as bait or trading them off to no-doubt coming about raiders that were going to form in this new apocalyptic society. I didn’t want to upset one of the members of the party and messing up our teamwork and dynamic, so I went with Harley’s plan and moved to the other end of the attic and stomped as hard as I could, attracting the zombies over to the area I was standing above. There was a flurry of movement towards the area I stomped over, and I even heard a voice under me say, “Stop running.”. Harley moved the couch off of the door to the attic, and attempted to creak open the door just a smidge, only for the door to fall open completely. The sound of the hatch swinging, combined with the ladder smacking the floor attracted the attention of a zombie that was just walking in the house. All Harley heard before he saw the zombie was a loud, “You!”, before the infected tried climbing the ladder. Since the zombie was too heavy, he couldn’t just knock it off the ladder, so he pulled out his .357 Magnum and blew it’s brains out before essentially yanking the ladder back up and slamming the attic door shut. I managed to sneak back over to the corner we here hunkered down in as fast as I could and asked Harley ‘what the hell happened’.

It was at this point when Trenton texted us and told us he was close to the house. Our relief was cut short by the sound of crying that suddenly became present somewhere below us, followed by the sound of a young girl’s voice asking, “Mommy?” At this point, Harley and I were staring at Allison and Emma, and they looked just as scared as we did. For a moment, we panicked because we desperately did not want to have to deal with whatever little demon was skulking around below us and looking for whatever it considered it’s ‘mommy’. From the small window in the attic, we could see Trenton’s headlights as he was pulling back in. Since we were pressed for time and couldn’t tell Trenton about the little girl zombie in the house, we came up with a plan in the thirty seconds allowed to us from the ‘quick time’ event. We tried to squash the zombie by trying to combine our weights and jumping up and down on the couch and have it go through the attic floor, but that only resulted in the couch leg getting stuck in the attic door. At that point, we went with plan B. We were going to bumrush out of the attic and move as fast as we could towards Trenton’s car, not caring about any noise we made along the way. Harley essentially slammed the attic door open again after we tossed the couch aside, rushing down the ladder, police flashlight out and on its strobe setting, with me coming behind him and protecting Allison while Emma was sat on Harley’s shoulders. The problem we hadn’t considered was that my eyes hadn’t completely adjusted to the dark, but Harley’s had. Harley was blinded to the point he could barely see a foot in front of him. When his charge all but halted, so that our momentum and element of surprise weren’t completely lost, I reached into my bag and put a bayonet in Allison’s hands and pushed Harley in the direction we needed to go, also helping to guide his arm to shoot at anything that got too close. We didn’t spot the little girl zombie on our sprint to the car, but, with my help, Harley was able to empty five bullets into the zombies that were still milling around from when I stomped around earlier. He was down to one bullet when we climbed in, whereas me and Trenton hadn’t fired a shot yet. 

Just as Harley was sliding Emma off of his shoulders and put her into his lap, I was yelling that we needed to get out of there. Trenton started to back up while asking us what was going on, but his attention was quickly stolen by something landing on the hood of his car. It was a little girl, dressed in ratty clothing, unhealthily pale skin, bright red eyes, and had nails that were about a foot long in length. “Where is my, Mommy!?” She screamed at us, which caused us all to start panicking. Trenton drove as fast as he could away from the house, hoping to shake her off by driving like a maniac. Harley was trying to keep Emma safe, taking rather audible note of the fact that the zombie (which we were OOC referring to as the Little Witch, cause we started comparing her to some combination of a Little Sister from Bioshock and the Witch from L4D) was looking at him and Emma. I told Harley and Emma to cover their ears and I took aim with my Smith & Wesson Model 15. I fired twice, the first shot embedding itself in the Little Witch’s stomach, and the other missing entirely. The infected girl didn’t seem very bothered by the bullet lodged in her sternum and began cutting through the windshield with her nails. Harley took aim with his last bullet and missed as well, and spent the rest of his turn trying to find his bullets so he could reload. Trenton was too busy trying not to hit zombies in the road and trying to shake the Little Witch off of us to reach for his Glock. Before I could get another shot off, the Little Witch finished cutting through the windshield and proceeded to strike at Harley. “There you are, Mommy!” was what she yelled as she thrust her clawed hands at him. Luckily, only one of her nails struck him, piercing through his side and missing all of his organs. The other nine nails went through the seat and were just a few inches short of hitting me as well, and, while I was trying to readjust myself to get a better shot, Harley took a reaction and snatched my gun away from me. He put the barrel of the revolver under the Little Witch’s chin and pulled the trigger, killing her instantly.

After that, we drove around while trying to find a place to sleep for the night after patching up Harley. While we were driving, a broadcast came over the radio from the military, stating that those within a large radius of the Arnold Air Force Base were going to be detained. Trenton eventually came across an abandoned Taco Bell, and, after we cleared it out, we all slept in the freezer after making sure it wasn’t on. Harley, Trenton, and I set up a rotating schedule where one of us would keep watch for two hours before switching out with one of the other two. Harley took the first watch, which went by without incident. Trenton took the second watch and learned quite a bit. He watched as a zombie managed to figure out how to open the door to a pick-up truck, which had the corpse of someone who had shot themselves inside of it. Then, after eating what was left of the brain of the corpse, the zombie began fiddling with the keys to the truck, eventually turning it on. It then pushed the body out and began experimenting with reversing and driving back and forth for about 10 minutes. Trenton had a bright idea, and tore off one of the seat cushions from inside the Taco Bell and drew the zombie over by stepping out of the restaurant. The zombie got out of the truck and actually had a small conversation with him. “I can sense your life.” “And you’re a lot more intelligent than I thought you would be.” “That’s understandable. My intelligence is fueled by the Hunger, and it grows stronger with time and meals.” “Ah. I suddenly feel very dead inside with that knowledge.” “You certainly don’t smell dead.” At that point, the zombie rushed Trenton, but he managed to kick the infected in the knee, knocking it down to the ground. Trenton then took the cushion, put it up to the zombie’s head, then put the barrel of his Glock up against it and fired, the seat silencing the bullet. When it was time for my shift, I came out of the freezer and Trenton explained to me what happened. Nothing happened on my shift (besides seeing that zombie’s in sunlight are a lot slower than they are at night), so I got everyone awake and we started thinking of what the plan for the day was. There were plenty of gas stations and liquor stores in the area, so we made some plans to hit those up after a while. The three of us eventually managed to jury-rig a way to hitch Trenton’s car to the truck, making plans to start a small convoy/train of cars. 

When we were in the middle of that conversation, the sound of treads coming over the bridge caught our attention. This Taco Bell was technically on one of the main roads in town and was right before a bridge that went over the interstate and connected to the part of town where the Wal-Mart and Home Depot were. Harley, Trenton, Allison, and Emma made it back inside and proceeded to hide in the freezer, whereas I tripped and landed on my face instead of making it inside. Since there was no way I’d be able to make it inside before whatever was coming across the bridge could spot me, I climbed into the truck and tried to hide. A cursory peek allowed me to see that it was, in fact, a tank rolling up that was causing the noise, followed by several jeeps and men on foot. The men began to fan out and search the area, two of which were coming towards me. I had fifteen minutes to figure out what I was going to do, and, since I couldn’t think of any obvious ideas to hide or disguise myself, I just held my hands in the air and yelled, “Wait! Please don’t shoot!” They aimed at me but quickly became very uninterested in me. I told them that I was not infected and what had happened to me since yesterday, taking care not to mention the others in my group and implying I was by myself. The military personnel informed me that I was free to continue surviving if I wanted and told me to not bother them again unless I was actually infected in some way shape or form. When I brought up the announcement about the detainment, they explained they were only on the lookout for those who were infected but hadn’t turned yet. They couldn’t give two shits about me or anyone that wasn’t infected, and they weren’t going to help or harm me as long as I stayed out of their way.

I went inside and informed the others on what happened, and we were more than a little perturbed about what the military personnel had told me. We decided to go check out the nearest gas station to clear our heads and get some more supplies. We left Allison and Emma behind in the freezer, Harley leaving them his gun and bag, only taking a large knife with him. As we got up to the gas station (a Circle K that was across the street from the Taco Bell), Trenton moved in first, noting that there was about five zombies inside the building. After alerting them to his presence, he moved back towards the pumps to draw them out of the building and make them easier to deal with. Harley was still by the door and I was keeping a lookout further back, essentially hiding behind a car that was parked by the air pump. Before the zombies that Trenton had spotted could file out and attack us, a loud grunting sound began to come out of the Circle K. I, believing this could be some special kind of infected like the Little Witch from last night, moved pretty much across the street and kept my gun aimed at the door. Trenton held his position, and Harley tried his best to get as far as he could away from the gas station.

 What came out of the building was what we would later call a Tanker. It could best be described as an infected riot cop, that stood at about 7′9″, weighed about 800 lbs, had a reach of about 5 feet, and its riot armor had melded with its skin and grown alongside it to become a monster of muscle and armor. Harley barely managed to dodge out of the way of the Tanker’s first strike, which broke the asphalt where he had just been standing like it was nothing. Trenton and I shared a similar idea about luring the Tanker over to the pumps and finding some way to blow them and it up. I fired a shot and it bounced right off of its arm didn’t take its attention off of Harley. Trenton spent his turn actually prying off one of the pipe covers that connected the pumps to the tank of gasoline that was under them. Harley continued moving back and trying to dodge the Tanker’s attacks, but eventually fell down and had no choice but to block an overhand strike from the infected. The blow broke both of Harley’s arms, the pure force of the attack fracturing the bones in several spots, and sent him rolling for a few seconds before he came to a rest near Trenton. Since he didn’t have the luxury of carrying the med-kit or time, Trenton, realizing he didn’t have anything to start a fire with, stabbed his pocket knife into his phone, causing the lithium battery to spark and oxidize, and dropped it into the pipe. As the tank of gasoline was halfway between the gas station and pumps, the Tanker was actually in the perfect position for the plan, as, when the explosion went off, not only was the Tanker caught up in the ensuing fireball, a large portion of asphalt was launched at it and tore off several of its armor plates, revealing it’s flesh underneath. Harley and Trenton managed to essentially brace for impact and got as far as they could from the suffering Tanker. A few bullets from me and Trenton managed to put the mutated creature out of its misery.

And... that’s where we’ve left off for the moment. I hope that entertained or intrigued you in some way shape form or fashion.

[avengers-nextgen]

AU Propositions

So, I have been thinking about doing an AU along with the main series. Below are the theee options I’m willing to write! Each has a snippet or sample of material for that given AU. Please vote on which one you’d like to see based off of wha I’ve written.

— — —

Apocalypse

Factions, were all that remained. Years ago the government was overthrown, the world dissolved into chaos, and loyalty became an illusion. Patriotism no longer existed, one governing body was replaced with many, maps were re-made, and alliances dictated territory.

Ram shackled buildings made up towns, and once superior technology was now lost. The wars had ravaged scientific advancement putting the world’s technological timeline in reverse.

Enemies lurked at every corner as nations tried to re-establish themselves. Safety didn’t exist.

The only hope anyone had was the next generation-the offspring of surviving fighters. Tides were beginning to shift, and alliances were converging to form four powerful states. Keeping peace was increasingly difficult, but the few unattached townships were looking to restore America. If one nation could rebuild itself, then others could too.

— — —

A bullet ridden sign held a few straggling letters naming the town NEW O, also known as ground Zero.

Smoke wafted into the sky, streaming up in plumes from piped chimneys.

“The stables aren’t far,” James assured, stepping aside as a barefoot kid ran past, “we take a ride down south and check on Havoc Sector.”

“Right, my favorite place to be,” Piper sighed, adjusting her backpack.

“It’s just a quick round up,” Alex tried to brighten the mood, “nothing major. Get the medicine, distribute it, and head home.”

“Last time we sent someone to distribute supplies they were killed.” Piper reminded the two siblings.

“Which is why there’s three of us.” James pressed his lips into a thin line.

— — —

Havoc Sector was a shit hole. The only reason none of the states wanted its service was because of its poverty. They had nothing to offer anyone. In fact, Havoc Sector was lucky they even had support from New 0.

“It’s infected,” The Doctor pursed his lips, “I’m not sure there’s anything we can do.”

“There has to be something,” Bianca insisted, looking at her discolored arm. The large cut from a work related accident had become severely infected.

“I’m sorry, no medicine can treat this-let alone if we had any.” Part of Bianca wanted to kill the man. He claimed to be medically certified, and maybe he was once upon a time, but the equipment now just wasn’t the same. His abilities were limited.

“I’ll go somewhere else then,” Bianca decided.

“And where will that be?” The doctor frowned.

“The Skids,” Bianca’s assertive tone surprised the doctor, but he was more surprised by the selected location.

“If you go to the Skids you’ll die for certain.” He made no move to stop Bianca from stumbling to her feet.

“So be it.”

— — —

A fist rocked into her face pushing her back against the dusty wall. All around people crowded and yelled at the scene before them. Just beige her opponent could take the advantage, Sage slammed her foot down against their knee.

With a sickening pop the other girl dropped with a cry of pain. Using the back of her arm, Sage wiped the blood from her face, and grasped the unfortunate competitor by the front of her tank top, “Yield.”

“Not a chance.”

“You know what happens if you don’t.”

“That’s why I’m here.”

The crowd roared angrily and slammed their hands down upon rickety wood tables.

Kill

Kill

KILL

KILL!

“You heard them,” The girl smiled thinly. Sage nodded and quick as a wink she snapped the other girl’s neck letting her drop to the ground. With the thud of the body the room dissolved into complete chaos.

Sage scampered from the ring and snatched up her winnings before heading off.

She’d changed quickly, and was now pedaling swiftly towards home. Her mother was sick and dying, if she’d gathered enough money there was a chance she could afford a hospital room. The Skids was a cutthroat place. A place for criminals, but because of that-they had the best health care possible.

80s

“Throw the ball!” Piper yelled, tapping the bat on the base outlined in the dirt. James brought his leg up slow, making the movements grander than they needed to be, before throwing the mall. It whistled through the air in a perfect spin as Piper swung the wooden bat.

A loud crack resounded signaling a solid hit. James glanced at the sky trying to follow the ball as Piper took off to where Scout stood prepped at first base. Orion charged in from the outfield sprawling out flat in an attempt to catch the ball. Recovering he slung it towards second base forcing Piper into a dive.

Nathaniel snagged the ball from the air, stopped over to tap Piper, and cursed when she beat him. “Safe.”

“Yes!” Thalia clapped. Piper stood to dust herself off, all the while taking a bow.

With a sigh James took his place on the mound once more. Adjusting the cap on his head he wiped at the glistening sweat with the back of his arm.

“Hold up,” Scout called, checking his watch, “shit. We gotta go! School is soon.”

Nothing else was said as they all picked up the baseball equipment. An onlooker would have laughed watching a bunch of teens scramble across the dusty field, up and over the hill, down the other side, and disappear in the neighborhood.

— — —

“You have to work on your pitching,” Nathaniel joked accompanying his younger friends to school. College had yet to start for him so he enjoyed the morning cycle to school without the anxiety of having to do any learning.

“You pitch next time,” James huffed, taking the corner sharp into the parking lot. Kids were scrambling out of cars and racing up the steps to meet friends.

“That hit though,” Alex winked at Piper who puffed her chest out in pride. They rode past a car blasting U2 and shortly after another playing ABBA.

“The music tastes of some of these people,” Orion shook his head in dismay.

The conversation was interrupted as an engine came screaming by, a motorcycle sped past sliding into a parking space with ease.

“Hey! Watch it!” James yelled, “You yield to us.”

“Says who? It’s a parking lot. Everyone yields to everyone dip shit,” James’ brows arched in surprise as the biker jerked off their helmet to reveal an intimidating girl with short choppy black hair.

“Attitude,” Alex hummed earning a snicker from Piper. Shaking his head James lead the group to the bike rack.

“Some people have serious nerve,” Scout frowned.

“You get used to it,” Orion assured him hopping up onto the nearby wall, “see you all later.”

— — —

“Glad to see you decided to turn up,” Bianca turned to see her friend climbing the steps to the front of the school.

“I’m still a bit nervous,” Bianca admitted. She’d managed to snag a prosthetic but it wasn’t exactly the most function-able or attractive device.

“Don’t worry about it,” Sage promised holding the door open for her, “I’ll kill anyone who says anything about it.”

“Murder on the first day seems a bit excessive,” Bianca laughed.

“So does getting math homework,” Sage countered.

— — —

“This place is ghastly,” Penny frowned.

“Why? Because you learn stuff?” Chloe asked, arching a brow.

“It’s a prison.” Penny insisted.

“Thanks for that, I can finally cross going to jail off of my bucket list.” Penny rolled her eyes at Chloe before turning her attention to Arthur.

“How’re you holding up?”

“Honestly I am terrified,” Arthur mumbled. The news was all over the place with people who’d been beat up or killed for being gay, lesbian, and trans.

“Just remember to be careful,” Chloe warned.

“Why the fuck wouldn’t I be?” Arthur glowered.

“I’m just saying-“

“Yeah, you don’t want to move schools again I know.”

“Arthur, I’m not mad at you.” Chloe looked a bit offended, “but not everyone is like us. Some people are cruel.”

“The newspapers made me well aware of that,” Arthur swallowed hard, his heart hammering in his chest at too fast of a pace. He was pretty sure he was already sweating.

Demigod

Capture the flag was the olympics of camp half blood. The winner didn’t earn a week of chores, gained honor, and best of all-bragging rights. There was nothing worse than watching people fume over defeat.

Even the campfires were fun if the participation was high enough. Maybe the music wasn’t the best but it got the job done. If anything, it allowed people to be completely unhinged.

Dinner was wonderful too, there were people to laugh with, tell stories with, and simple talk too. It was a vibrant atmosphere meant to be welcoming, but it was also a lonely type of place. There were those who felt confined, restricted, and unwanted.

Chloe hated her cabin. The perfume gave her a headache, the gossip was annoying, and they didn’t value a whole lot. Of course, not every child of Aphrodite was like that, but stigmas existed for a reason. The only one who’d gotten anything good out of the deal was Arthur. A perfect body, the one he always wanted, and with none of the pain.

Even Piper was dissatisfied. There was only so much a person could do with the limited equipment. She had big plans, big desires, and being confined to share a forge was infuriating. Her only solace was Siyanda who seemed to understand the struggle.

As for Scout, there was more to being smart than knowing facts. He was stuck in a cabin full of one uppers. Nothing anyone did was good enough, and someone always came up with something better. He was sick of it. Not to mention everyone’s ideas seemed to follow the same pattern. Originality didn’t seem to be valued as much as tradition did.

Penny and Orion were stuck in the most crowded cabin where something was always missing because someone always took something. You could barely even trust your own siblings with objects for fear they’d take it or sell it for something better. Personal possessions weren’t much of a privilege for them.

James and Alex had a relatively empty cabin. Everyone was pretty alright until it came to intense competitions, then all hell broke loose. People would argue over athletes about who was better or not, and it could go on for days. No one ever admitted defeat, that they were wrong, or that they weren’t as good as their ego said they were.

Violence was quite the go to response for people in the Ares cabin, but it didn’t come naturally to some. Thalia refrained from unseeded conflict at all costs, and instead advocated for peace more often than not. Bianca just wanted to be left alone. She barely spoke to anyone, and they all assumed it had to do with the age old incident.

Being a child of Nemesis meant no one wanted to befriend you. Not to mention the history of Nemesis children at camp. Fox found herself trying to be as detached as possible, but it was hard when people tried to piss you off to see what would happen.

As for Nathaniel, the poor boy didn’t catch a break. He taught archery every chance he got or helped out in the medical wing, but there was one cot that no one touched. It was practically forbidden, but that almost made it worse.

Enzo fit right in with the other peppy magic kids. He went about practicing his powers all day, loved to participate in group activities, and cabin bonding moments. Sage, however, kept to herself on the top bunk in the dark back corner of the rather unpopulated cabin. She found their happiness sickening, and spent most of her time curled up staring at the wall. No one bothered to drag her into activities anymore.

[ladystylestores]

Peru coronavirus: Locals cry out for oxygen as disease takes its toll

Oxygen, one of the most important weapons in keeping coronavirus patients alive, is in short supply and has become a powerful symbol of the chaos in Peru. Desperate citizens have turned to a burgeoning black market, with tanks listed for sale at exorbitant prices on social media and e-commerce sites.

One of those seeking oxygen was Carlos Roque Rojas, 41, whose 81-year-old mother developed a fever and breathing difficulties. He looked all over for oxygen for her but was ultimately unsuccessful. “My mother was abandoned,” he told CNN. “The demand for oxygen was too much.”

Roque, who lives in the Loreto region in the Amazon Basin, described people dying right next to him at a hospital, collapsing in front of his eyes. Shortly after, his mother was dead.

Roque’s experience illustrates the chaos the pandemic wrought on the region. Two doctors had told him that his mother had the coronavirus, although tests after she died came back negative and the cause of death was recorded as pneumonia. “I don’t know what to believe,” Roque told CNN, but it was clear to him that finding oxygen would have helped her live.

He said it was “incredible” the country was not prepared for a pandemic. “They need to improve our health system,” he said. “They need to improve the oxygen plants.”

Since Roque’s mother’s death on April 30, the virus has tightened its deadly grip on Peru, which now has the second-highest number of cases in Latin America after Brazil. According to the Johns Hopkins University database, Peru has reported more than ​183,000 cases of Covid-19 with ​more than 5,000 fatalities.

The coastal city of Lambayeque is one of the hotspots, and Marcela Puicón, 30, is struggling to source oxygen for a stricken family member.

Puicón’s 60-year-old father is fighting pneumonia after becoming infected with coronavirus and also has a pre-existing lung condition. Puicón and her six siblings decided to treat their father at home, but none of them have been able to work due to ongoing lockdown measures and it’s a daily struggle to provide medicine and oxygen due to a lack of income​.

“I feel helpless, angry and furious, I feel like my hands are tied,” she told CNN. “My father is sick and we can’t afford something that is so essential for him to survive.”

Government vows to help

On Thursday, Peru’s President Martin Vizcarra acknowledged the public outcry and announced emergency measures to increase production and access to oxygen for medical purposes, and declared the gas a strategic health resource.

“We are giving the Health Ministry the resources to buy the amount of oxygen we need at a national level to treat patients, established by our technicians,” said Vizcarra at a press conference. “We are assigning 84 million soles ($24.5 million) to the Health Ministry to buy the oxygen supply needed on a national level.”

Vizcarra also recognized problems with distribution and a shortage of cylinders themselves. “The same decree also establishes the transfer of 11 million soles to build oxygen networks and for maintaining oxygen plants in Lima and the regions,” he said.

Peru was one of the first nations in the Americas to take strict preventative coronavirus measures, such as stay-at-home orders, curfews and border closings.

However lockdown measures failed to hold. Many of Peru’s poor have no choice but to venture outside their homes for work, food or financial transactions, leading to crowding in markets, on public transport and outside banks.

More than 30% of ​households live in overcrowded conditions, said Kristian Lopez Vargas, a Peruvian economist and assistant professor at the University of California, Santa Cruz, and 72% work in the informal sector, according to Peru’s National Institute of Statistics and Information, going out each day to earn enough money to survive.

“[Peru] has strengths but also some of the weaknesses we are seeing in other countries in Latin America,” said Marcos Espinal, Director of Communicable Diseases and Environmental Determinants of Health at the Pan American Health Organization (PAHO).

These include under-investment, with Peru historically spending less than the 6% of GDP on public health recommended by PAHO, said Espinal, despite efforts to dedicate more resources to the sector in recent years. The country spent 3.165% of GDP on public health in 2017, according to the World Bank.

Peru also has less than two hospital beds per 1,000 people, which is insufficient, said Espinal, but it’s not clear what has caused the issue of oxygen shortages. “It’s difficult to give you that answer,” he said. “At the end of the day there might be several factors.”

What is clear is that the oxygen shortage is critical, and it’s getting worse, said Javier Gallardo, who runs Oxígeno y Derivados, a Lima-based company that distributes oxygen treatments to patients at home.

“Demand from hospitals and health clinics has multiplied by four or five because coronavirus patients need large quantities of oxygen for their treatment,” he said. Shortages are affecting gas cylinders and oxygen itself, Gallardo told CNN. “Unfortunately we are running out of stock,” he said, and the company is struggling to maintain supplies to coronavirus patients as well as those with other conditions such as chronic obstructive pulmonary disease and pulmonary fibrosis.

Despite the demands, Gallardo’s company hasn’t raised its prices, he said, unlike sellers on the black market.

Gallardo says it’s a “mystery” where the black market oxygen comes from, but he has spoken to clients who say that cylinders that used to sell for 1,200 soles ($353), which is what he charges, now change hands for 5,000 soles ($1,470) each. “It’s outrageous,” he said, adding that severe or critical coronavirus patients can use one cylinder of oxygen every 6-8 hours, or four per day.

“The demand for oxygen is critical, and from the start of the pandemic there was no plan to face this problem, we need to take into consideration that the current demand is around 50% higher than normal,” Leonid Lecca, executive director at NGO Partners in Health Peru and lecturer at Harvard Medical School, told CNN.

Communities organize fundraisers to buy oxygen

In response, communities across the country have been organizing to try to source oxygen.

In Iquitos, the capital of the Loreto region in the Amazon basin, Father Miguel Fuertes, Administrator of the Apostolic Vicariate of Iquitos, launched a fundraising campaign to help those in need. “There were a lot of patients and there was no oxygen for them, hospitals collapsed and you could see desperate people running around in the streets with oxygen tanks,” he said.

Fuertes told CNN his fundraiser has so far received 2 million soles ($588,544) and he has managed to buy three oxygen plants with the money, but there are still shortages in the area.

Father José Manuel Zamora Romero, the parish priest in ​Lambayeque in northern Peru, also started a campaign called #ResisteLambayeque to provide food for those in need and source oxygen tanks and medicine for those that contracted the virus.

“Hospitals do not have the capacity to treat these patients, there is no oxygen and many of them die due to the lack of it,” Zamora told CNN. “So far we have bought eight oxygen tanks, they are so expensive. None of them cost less than 4000 soles ($1,175).”

Zamora’s campaign has received support from celebrities such as national soccer team star Paolo Guerrero and he donated one of the oxygen tanks to Puicón to help her 60-year-old father to be treated at home, they both told CNN. ​

But the other issue is paying for refills, that is if there is any oxygen available at all. “We need to fill up the tank every day and these days due to the lockdown we can’t work and provide for the costs,” said Puicón, who would need to pay 170 soles ($50) for a refill. “Oxygen is sold out almost everywhere and the prices keep increasing.”

Gallardo, from the oxygen distribution company, said the main problem is not making more medical oxygen, but a shortage of cylinders themselves. Normally people send empty cylinders to be refilled straight away, but many patients are holding on to them as a precaution given the current shortage, he said. “Step by step we should move to safer and more efficient oxygen supply systems,” said Gallardo.

But people like Puicón need help right now with resupplying her donated oxygen tank. “Every day we call one place, another place and we try to find the money,” she said. “This situation is impossible.”

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Unfortunately, we lost some

Jeet: his health was declining, he wasn’t eating, and most the time he wouldn’t swim, he’d just sit straight up and down... I gravel-cleaned the tank (Not all the water, just gravel vacuum) and he died shortly after... blas cap: no idea why but he climbed out of the tank and into the filter where he got stuck and died... there was literally no cause for him doing this, everyone was fine at the time and he was the only one who did that...

chumbucket: he got sick literally overnight and died the next day. i put in precautions to try and help and save him but apparently i wasn’t fast enough... Meanwhile everyone else is fine

everyone else, (rick, morty, stank gum, tweek, firkle, guzma) is healthy and active and happy... but it really hurt to lose those three because they were some of my favorites... jeet was absolutely gorgeous... blas cap was super active... and chumbucket was a cute lil sweetie...

so i lost both my plecos, which sucks because i love plecos and i certainly loved them... but i’m hesitant to get another pleco or any fish for that matter... because i’m afraid they’ll die...

the rest of the fish seem to be doing perfectly fine, they’re not sick, they’re quite active, and most of them are pretty fat even... they beg when you come near the tank...

regardless, i feel like a horrible fish parent...

but there were no tears because what’s the point..? it’s not gonna bring them back.

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“Cultivate a listening ear, and use details to let people know you are paying attention.” with Phil Catudal and Chaya Weiner

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“Cultivate a listening ear, and use details to let people know you are paying attention.” with Phil Catudal and Chaya Weiner

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Be nice — Smile, check with and use names, and indicate it. Persons want to really feel cared for. Cultivate a listening ear, and use details to enable individuals know you are having to pay focus. Selfishness under no circumstances made anyone happy.

I experienced the satisfaction of interviewing Phil Catudal, Superstar Coach, Food stuff Guru & Creator. Born and lifted in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, Phil is a world-trotting, food items and language loving, serial entrepreneur. He is a Cancer survivor a top rated MBA degree Honor’s graduate a NASM-CPT Hollywood Superstar Coach and, most critical of all to him, a very pleased father of three. Phil thrives on physical fitness, a way of life he discovered from his loving and super-in shape moms and dads, his fellow Superstar Coach brother, Dave Catudal, and specially after a 5 yr battle with cancer where he discovered first hand how frightening a frail overall body can be. Just after defeating childhood Leukemia at age eight, Phil shortly after shed his father to cancer only four decades later on. That sparked an insatiable urge for food to be as healthy, educated, and satisfied as possible– traits that all the Catudal family members members embody to this working day. Though in enterprise university, Phil merged his enthusiasm for overall health along with his enterprise abilities and opened Zoned Nourishment, an on-line supplement retailer. Noticing that he wanted to be in the heart of the field, Phil relocated to Los Angeles in 2014 in buy to grow his enterprise and develop his instruction clientele. He was an rapid hit in the LA scene, being referred by top rated Hollywood administrators, agents, and casting administrators to their possess superstar consumers. In 2015, Phil also co-founded Tranzend Overall health, a wellness supplement company committed to anxiety administration and ideal effectiveness.

Thank you so substantially for performing this with us! What is your “backstory”?

My backstory is a person that was there all along, no matter how numerous distinctive attempts I experienced at “other” careers (Even the ones I was great at!) With three cancer situations, starting off with my possess, in my family members, overall health has usually been a continuous in my lifetime. I began instruction myself for bodybuilding and as a part time career both equally at 16. Certification by certification, class by class, I climbed to the amount I am at right now. Even after an MBA, 2 startups, and other perform, I have usually liked working with individuals to enhance their actual physical and psychological wellbeing. It is my legitimate enthusiasm. Now TrainedByPhil.com as a model, and me, Phil Catudal, as an author and physical fitness specialist, are actually spreading.

Can you share the attention-grabbing tale that happened to you considering that you began your profession?

Specifically in a entire world as particular as instruction and wellness, mine is a profession whole of enjoyment stories and particular connections. I have been capable to perform with numerous superstars. My first “star” came by way of understanding her hair dresser. An additional popular man or woman, I began working with as a result of a mutual good friend. And so on and so forth. But, my favorite was randomly meeting a woman at a smoothie bar, chatting shop and overall health, and then her indicating “my friend” would like you. Turns out her good friend was Van Jones. Though I have met/worked with numerous film stars, Van has long been a human, intellectual, and political function product for me. Meeting him, again, from a opportunity meeting in a smoothie bar, has led to an ongoing particular friendship and having to personally know a man I did, and nevertheless do, glimpse up to. Operate Difficult AND BE Pleasant TO Persons. My motto to abide by. You just under no circumstances, ever know what it will deliver when you consider time to chat with individuals, pay attention, care, and share.

Can you share a tale about the funniest blunder you made when you were being first starting off? Can you tell us what lesson you discovered from that?

Thank goodness I’ve under no circumstances hurt anybody or have any negative stories, but as an early starter in instruction, I was certainly guilty of not understanding my viewers. ten decades back, being a super healthy person in my early 20s, and I was offering working moms and dads with careers nuts unrealistic diet programs and options. None arrive to thoughts in distinct, but now being a dad of three, working, and jogging a enterprise, to believe how challenging the regimens I gave individuals were… man, I would have laughed in my possess deal with!

Are you working on any new or thrilling assignments now?

I just produced Just Your Type — available in all places publications are sold — in Could, 2019. It is the crowning accomplishment of my profession so much. A e-book teaching my strategies for all to go through and understand for by themselves how to understand their bodies. At the moment, I am working on some Tv set, and other media adaptation of the e-book and my model and overall health strategies. 2019 is preparing and 2020 will be big!

None of us are capable to realize success without having some help along the way. Is there a distinct man or woman who you are grateful in the direction of who aided get you to where you are? Can you share a tale about that?

My e-book took 1.5 decades of continuous perform. The apparent, e-book-pointed out thank yous are my co-author, my editor, my agent, and publishers. Again, many thanks guys. But in right here I want to mention three of my superstar consumers. Steve Howey, of Shameless, Reba, and motion picture fame, was like a brother to me. He remodeled his overall body like nuts with me and endorsed the e-book, enable me use quotations, pictures, etc… His spouse, actress, product, super mother Sarah Shahi, also enable me use her stories, graphic, and quotations. And Van Jones gave me a pitch estimate that I am guaranteed is WHY my publishers picked the e-book up. Even with all the other help, pals, family members, and perform, I do not believe I would have ever got the e-book deal to get started with without having help from these surprisingly gifted and active humans who took time from their life to help me.

Can you share your top rated three “lifestyle tweaks” that will help individuals really feel great?

Be nice — Smile, check with and use names, and indicate it. Persons want to really feel cared for. Cultivate a listening ear, and use details to enable individuals know you are having to pay focus. Selfishness under no circumstances made anybody satisfied.

Operate difficult, engage in hard — There is no substitute for difficult perform. Operate, understand, go through, repeat. Always be increasing, pondering, and transferring. When your overall body and intuition say they’re finished, engage in difficult. Pause and recharge. You are going to under no circumstances go the length and a 50 percent tank.

Give more than you get — Share the wealth. Your awareness, time, revenue, and self. The more open and offering you are, the more chances will knock. In no way halt this circle, just hold climbing up and sharing moe.

Is there a distinct e-book that made an effects on you? Can you share a tale?

The Alchemist by Paolo Coelho. I’ve go through it in English, French, Spanish, and Portuguese. I like it every time. Getting that particular legend, that treasure, your enthusiasm and that means. Amongst The Alchemist and The Minor Prince, my two favorite publications, you’d be difficult pressed to discover any lifetime classes not contained therein. The values of goodness, integrity, difficult perform, and creative imagination. Of striving for a improved you and a improved entire world for all. Basic, however so advanced. I absolutely like and really feel it to the core.

If you could get started a movement that would deliver the most sum of wellness to the most sum of individuals, what would that be?

I care deeply about the cause of homeless and am on the lookout to get started a non profit in Los Angeles connecting overall health, wellness, lifetime abilities, and individuals together as a result of a variety of city departments and myself primary a staff. I believe that in a fashionable, globalized entire world, we are getting into a new period of existence. Billions of unloved, disconnected humans around the world. Related by tech. Disconnect in out humanity. So numerous homeless individuals shed, overlooked. At house and abroad. On a “large” scale I want to stat a movement of being linked on a human amount. I want to make that tangible by starting off in LA. Healthy movement and nourishment can MASSIVELY help stress, depression, and habit, which are primary will cause of homelessness. We can get started by loving and caring for the cheapest of the low. Visualize, no family members. No house. No protection. I are not able to believe of just about anything more unfortunate than those destitute and lonely. Whether or not “they’re possess fault” or not, as some would decide. I do not know, or frankly care. All people warrants to be taken care of like a human being.

How have you utilized your success to deliver goodness to the entire world?

I have shared and carry on to share my awareness with numerous, but I especially have aided cancer people not too long ago. I was not too long ago featured on CancerHealth and am partaking more and more, as a survivor and first hand witness in my family members both equally, to help people in all phases understand more about work out and nourishment to help reinforce them in all the phases of cure.

What are your “5 Factors I Wish Somebody Advised Me Ahead of I Started” and why. (Remember to share a tale or instance for each individual.)

Nothing at all is certain. Nothing at all. Not lifetime. Not overall health. Not a signed invest in buy. Not a assure. Not an IOU. Nothing at all. Make your projections, make your options, just know they will be erroneous. Hahahah. The tale? All of lifetime. Make the greatest of it, hold going.

Persons will betray you — it sucks. Some flake. Some fail to remember. Some are jealous. Couple, but some, are genuinely vindictive. Be great and perform difficult in any case. It is not worthy of your time to gradual down.

Marketing is difficult. I’ve began 2 providers. Both experienced backing. Both did effectively for a time. Just one I sold. That said.. In both equally realms, I lacked advertising and marketing abilities. We experienced a excellent solution and provider.. We shed to brand names with possibly more $$$ advertising and marketing, or genius guerilla viral current market strategies. Marketing and branding are big in a social media entire world.

Operate lifetime stability is peaks and valleys, not a line. Specifically if you have family members. Challenges are frightening. Time in signifies time shed. Tears take place. Sweat. Blood. The “median” stability might glimpse amount, but it’s made of hundreds of thousands of minor ups and downs. Connect with your wife or husband/companion/little ones and usually be crystal clear on what you can give and consider. Consider turns. Really don’t be selfish, do not shut down. No a person succeeds on your own, so give all your like and gratitude to those who help. I’d be nowhere without having the aid of my spouse and little ones.

Rest more. I suck at this. Nonetheless do. I am tired. I burn off out. Then I rest for a total week. But then I do it again.. Somebody make sure you Enable ME understand this lesson I am offering you (I do the four previously mentioned very effectively) but my mind is much too energetic. I am working on it though, meditation, tricks, all of it. But, ya.. It is lifetime- altering how easy the Identical working day can really feel rested vs unrested.

Can you make sure you give us your favorite “Life Lesson Quote”?

I can not ever say it more than enough. Redundant? You betcha. Operate Difficult AND BE Pleasant TO Persons. It is on my wall. It is under no circumstances coming off.

Some of the major names in Business, VC funding, Sports activities, and Entertainment go through this column. Is there a man or woman in the entire world, or in the US whom you would like to have a non-public breakfast or lunch with, and why? He or she may well just see this if we tag them 🙂

Tim Ferris, Dave Asprey, Tony Robbins, Joe Rogan, Jillian Michaels, Lori Greiner, Jimmy Fallon. Hey, why not!? Fellas and gals I glimpse up to for all distinctive motives.

What is the greatest way our readers can abide by you on social media?

@TrainedByPhil in all places. MOST energetic on Instagram.. But I will see Facebook and Twitter, I just require to be improved at posting. TrainedByPhil.com as my house internet site to see me and consumers!

Thank you for all these great insights!

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On Faith

Trigger warnings: Christainity, Death mention

I have real issues with blind faith.

I can’t help but wonder “How?” when anyone ever tells me that they have been in a theology their whole life, but never questioned it. Yet, somehow, I come across this quite a bit. I’m not saying that everyone should have some crazy story behind their faith, but to never really sat down and asked yourself “Is this true? Is this right?” feels wrong to me.

Now, this isn’t really going to be me ranting on and on about how great I am for question the faith I grew up in. Rather, I want to document what I can remember of my journey thus far as a way to help myself put the pieces together in my mind. This probably won’t be the last time I write about this, but it be like that.

When I was sixteen years old, I got the chance to dual-enroll at my local community college. It was while attending this college that I first learned of Deism. Yeah, sure, something was there, but whoever They were didn’t really interact with us. Just sort of watched.

Or maybe They weren’t even watching.

It was shortly after this point that I realized I didn’t believe in the Abrahamic God. But the problem was that I couldn’t prove it, and the idea of calling myself Atheist felt wrong. I eventually settled on the term Agonist which I would go on to read tons of semantic arguments about how it was basically the same thing as Atheist, and how no reasonable Atheist claims to know 100% that there is no God.

Which is fair. But I still continued to call myself Agonist.

But even though I wasn’t changing my position on the matter, I still explored it because I didn’t feel settled. I didn’t feel like I knew everything I should know. Something felt off.

I remember reading tons of stuff written by Christian writers (mostly on the Internet, unfortunately) that made me cringe. These things would add reasons to my ever growing list of “Why I’m Not Christian.” But it never really explained to me what I DID believe. It was as though my entire religious stance was “Not that.” Which seems so shallow to me now that I honestly feel ashamed for having been like that.

This attitude made me quite bitter. I remember just not getting other people’s faith. Being annoyed at my own Mom who so strongly believes in and trust her God. I remember my near rage when my Grandpa passed, and his funeral was basically an infomercial for Jesus.

I still get a little mad think about that.

Man deserved better.

But that’s beside the point.

There was a two year period between October of 2016 and September of 2018 where my life was in shambles. The people closest to me were suffering for various reasons. My grades where tanking. My own mental health was on the decline. I felt as though I would break down crying at any moment, and that there was nothing I could do about it.

I know that others have had it much, much worse. But that period was my lowest point.

I have heard here and there since I beginning my path that some people turn to Witchcraft to gain back control.

I believe that was part of my own motivate. 

I also believe that Witchcraft is one of the best things to ever happen to me.

When I began studying the Craft back in March of 2018 (I know, that’s SO long ago *sarcasm*), I remember saying to myself “No religion! Separate religion and spirituality!” Which I have sort of stuck with.

At some point since last March and now, I became a polytheist. I suppose it was an All or Nothing for me, and I picked All.

It make sense to me, because who am I to tell you what is real beyond that which is scientifically provable? The divine isn’t scientifically provable, so I have not right to tell anyone how to believe.

Weirdly, this understanding made things a lot easier.

Belief was removed from the equation. Instead, the questions became “Do I agree with this deity/these deities?” “Does this religion/faith align with my understanding of reality?”

I wasn’t looking for the answers to the universe. Those are unknowable to us right now. I’ll never know those answers.

I wasn’t looking for purpose. I have that. It might be a bit directionless to some, but it makes me happy.

I felt pretty confident that I was trying to follow the divine for the “right reasons.” Whatever my confused brain thought that was. I suppose I thought I would fall for the trap of blind faith?

I remember the first time I wanted to reach out to a deity. It went horribly. I felt wrong. I felt bad. I felt like I didn’t understand what I was doing. I felt like I was told “You’re not ready.”

What had I done wrong? Personally, I think I reached out with the wrong intention. I don’t really remember what that had been, but it felt urgent at the time. I also realize now, as I write this, that I was probably being guided away from that blind faith issue that bothers me so much.

What if I had gotten the answer I wanted that night?

It would be a few months before I would feel comfortable approaching the subject again, but this time, I started at understanding. I began reading and researching, because those are things that I know, and that I’m comfortable with.

And I get the feeling I’m on the right track this time.

Since beginning my research and studies, I’ve seen the occasion symbol pop up here and there. It’s nothing that would be too much for me. No one entering my dreams or speaking directly to me, but just a reminder here and there that I’m on the right path.

And, for now, that’s enough for me.

[cactipresident]

Far Speech

I wrote a thing guise. I'm sorry my bbois

Angus wasn’t supposed to hear anything. The boy detective was supposed to have been asleep, passed out in his corner. This was his go to spot when his friends left and they couldn’t contact them, which in his opinion happened way too much. 

He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop because eavesdropping is something bad boys do when they’re not detectiving or helping taako find out juicy secrets on other BoB members. Its just the Director wasn’t being quiet. Yes this was her office but she knew Angus was in the corner. She knew there was a potential the boy could hear more then she wanted him to. But she talked anyway.

“Fuck…” It was quiet and sad, almost like she witnessed immense tragedy from within the confines of her office. It was laden with guilt he couldn’t place, which actually annoyed him. He was the boy detective, he should know why his moon mom was so upset.

“ Avi… Please get in here.” She called into her stone of far speech quietly as if still conscious of the boy in the corner but still needing to get whatever business this was done. Though his eyes were closed, Angus could hear the door to The Director’s office open and the confident gait of Avi shortly after.

“What’s up boss?” It was an attempt to seem unnerved. There was a tone of anxious energy about his voice. It was probably because everyone on the moon base was aware they lost contact with the reclaimers. Everyone knew the hope of finding all the relics relied on the boys doing their job well and usually they got the job done…sorta well. But losing contact with them always put everyone on edge, especially their friends.

Angus heard The Director fidget and pause as if rereading whatever made her call Avi in the first place. “Please tell me I’m reading this wrong.” Her voice was filled with painful hope. Whatever she read she knew had to be false otherwise something bad was going on. Angus immediately perked up. Usually bad was synonymous with his friends and he needed to be sure they were okay.

There was another pause and she spoke up again, “ He’s fine. He’s been up for almost a full day and crashed about an hour ago so he should still be asleep for another 4 hours at least.” Little did she know he never actually went to sleep, Taako had been teaching him how to meditate as well so he never would need to waste precious hours sleeping again.

There was another pause and Avi moved again though his foot falls this time seemed less sure and more uneasy.

“Fuck” Avi repeated The Directors statement for earlier unknowingly. Now Agnus really wanted to know what was in this document. “How could… This has to be fake right? I mean, come on! Its Magnus! Our big, beefy, dog loving, Tank Magnus. He… God, this can’t be right…” Angus heard Avi sit down, well more like crash down. His voice was bordering on hysterical as he continued commenting on what he saw. “ I refuse to believe this ,Director."

Agnus couldn’t take not seeing what was going on anymore, slowly he opened his eyes slightly, enough where he could see everything all fuzzy like but they would still think he was asleep. He saw The Director cradling her head in her hands, her shoulder sagging. He saw Avi staring wide eyed in disbelief at what he just read, hand shaking in badly repressed anger.

But worst of all he saw a screen displaying the life signs of his friends, each silver bracer feeding back information on the health and location of the wearer. A permanent fixture that was unremovable by any magic Agnus knew. An unremovable feature that wasn’t sending back information on Magnus. A lifeline that was reading no life what so ever. All vital information on his friend was gone, like he just took off the bracer that literally no one could take off. Angus couldn’t help but stare, eyes wide. He felt the telltale prick of tears on his eyes as the screen seemed to stare him down with its lack of information.

“ This has to be faulty, right? I mean during their fun time in Refuge you told me they came back reading dead at least every couple minutes if not more."

“ It has been like this for several minutes, Avi."

Silence. Avi slumped further in his seat defeated. The Director just stared at the screen,her eyes blank and numb. She couldn’t seem to comprehend fully what happened. Unfortunately, Angus could.

In a fast move that seemed to shock the two out of their depressed stupor, Angus jumped up and ran from the room. Ran from the taunting screen telling him that someone he came to see as a brother didn’t exist anymore.

He heard the director call after him but he couldn’t stay in that room. He needed to get as far away as possible.

As if on autopilot, his little legs carried him to the trio’s room. They all shared a common space but it separated off into three rooms each vastly different inside as his friends were. His feet gravitated to the room seeming to overflow with arms and little carvings done over the year.

For a moment he just stood in the doorway, taking in everything the room had to offer. It was purely Magnus the way the chaos seemed to have order. His newer creations were preached closer to his bed while the older one seemed to have been shoved back closer to the door. The closer Angus looked towards the bed, the more he noticed things like ducks and arms poking through the mess. Slowly walking through the wooden chaos, the boy detective tentatively sat on the edge of Mangus’ bed. It was huge, made for two people but one Magnus, comfortably anyway.

Angus just sat, staring at nothing and everything. Magnus couldn’t be dead. He’d know it if he was. He’d be able to feel the void in his heart. Right? The tears that had threatened to fall in the Director’s office finally followed through marking their thin trails down his tiny face. Numbly he pulled out his own stone of farspeach. Maybe if he just tried one more time, he get an answer. Maybe Taako, Merle and Magnus were just having some fun, playing another trick on him. That had to be it.

The stone felt too heavy in his hands. He never noticed the weight of the thing before though he didn’t think it was ever this cumbersome to lift to his face. It seemed the very weight of the situation out itself into his only connection to the boys.

“Kchhhhhh!”

The loud sound broke the silence suddenly, Angus nearly throwing the stone across the room in shock. He remembered briefly it made that same sound when the trio got out of Refuge. With a tiny flame of hope he brought it up to his face again and heard someone talking though not to him.

It sounded like… No one he ever heard before. Their deep voice seemed to rattle the very room Angus sat in despite the fact it was coming in muffled and distorted.

“I don’t blame you for not trusting me right now, but I promise everythings going to make sense real soon.” The voice seemed to try to pacify. Knowing his friends they were fighting or being difficult with the person on the other side. Taako probably had a spell already ready even though no one could tell. Merle was probably casting Zone of Truth just to really get what they need out of the mystery person. Magnus was probably… Angus looked up again, wiping the tears from eyes. The room even smelt like him.

“ I literally have nothing to lose so sure."

The voice felt louder than anything Agnus could have imagined even though it wasn’t yelled like he usually did. The tears were stronger but now they were of joy. He knew the screen was wrong. He knew Magnus was still alive!

“Sirs, sirs, are you there?” The boy called, a dopey wet grin on his face. His friends were alive. They were perfectly fine! “ Sirs!? You’ve been offline for a while? Sirs?!” He called again when he was met with silence. Maybe they weren’t perfectly fine. What they went through must have been especially difficult if they were ignoring him. Well they ignored him a lot but not usually after missions. After missions he’d hug them and cry and they’d pretend they absolutely hated it.

Magnus’ voice called out over the stone again, his very voice bringing a wider smile to the detective’s face.“Do it."

“ Do what,sir?"

“ I want a Receipt” Merle called out to someone.” I didn’t want to talk to the kid anyway.” He grumbled though sounding further away and thoroughly annoyed. He usually used that voice when talking to or about Angus so he was used to it.

There was silence again. They must have been passing the stones around because there sounded to be jostling over the communication, like someone knocked two of the stones together.

“Sirs?” Why was no one answering him? He thought they were dead, why weren’t they telling him they were fine and alive and safe? What if they weren’t? “Sirs?!” He called out more frantically over the stone. He just needed one of them to acknowledge him. Let him know they were okay!

“Taako?” Magnus called out to the wizard, ignoring the boy again. Something was off. Agnus didn’t notice before but he sounded just slightly off. Almost like his voice was coming from behind a wooden wall or something. What happened to them?

“Yea… alright.” Came the hesitant reply of his mentor. Like he regretted not answering Agnus. What was stopping them from answering him?! Who was stopping them!?

“ Sirs, please! Please just answer me! I need to know you’re alright! Please, I can’t lose you guys again! Taako! Merle! Mag-” He was abruptly cut off by hissing static, the kind that only came when the other stone was no longer useable. The kind of static he never wanted to hear from his closest friends.

That was where the Director found him, curled up in Magnus’ bed with his stone of farspeach hissing by his head. His eyes shut tight as the quiet sobs racked through him as the hissing just continued. He felt the bed press down as the Director sat next to him before scooping him up into her arms. As if on instinct he curled deeper into her embrace as if she could block him from the pain. He had to believe his friends were okay, despite the fact they never destroyed their stones before. He had to believe they did it for a reason even if Taako sounded upset about it, almost as if he was forced. He had to believe there was a real and important reason none of them could tell him they were fine.

If he stopped believing for a second, Angus thinks he might not be okay ever again

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Today is Rheumatoid Disease / Rheumatoid Arthritis Awareness Day. You are in for a long read; feel free to skim through, read the entire thing, or skip it entirely. There are times it may be “TMI”, but I feel it’s all a necessary part of my journey. <3 

I’m sure everyone knows at this point, but I have this “invisible” disease. I have been officially diagnosed for a few years at this point, but tested borderline for JRA when I was young – I believe I’ve been suffering with it silently for most of my teenage and adult life.

When you get sick, you go to the doctor; you’ll get some antibiotics, maybe a cough syrup. They’ll tell you take it easy, and in a few days you’ll be better. You will never hear those words as someone with RD/RA – or most invisible illnesses, for that matter.

At my first Rheumatologist appointment, I didn’t know this. I had come to see the Rheumatologist after a hospital visit; I’d had debilitating pain in my knees and ankles – they were so swollen I couldn’t move and the throbbing was agonizing. As I sat in the office, my doctor assessed me the best she could – asked me all the personal questions, gave me a physical, squeezed my joints, and checked my blood.

There was no immediate diagnosis. She didn’t want to assume the worst until there was nothing left. I was sent for more blood work, x-rays, and thrown on prednisone. We discussed the possibility of other medications that may be needed down the line – their positives and their negatives. It mostly went in one ear and out the other side. All I kept thinking was that it would be over soon.

While I was on the prednisone I felt like I could bench a tank, but it also made my sick to my stomach. My next visit to my doctor did not go as I planned. Far from it, actually… I felt I had made progress, but my blood work showed degradation. There was more inflammation in my blood than before – even though the prednisone felt like it was helping, I was getting worse. By this point I had been tested for many different things, all coming back negative.

The official diagnosis came – I had Rheumatoid Disease. I had done some research on it, and through work I had learned a lot about it and the different types of drugs that are on the market. Everything I had ever heard didn’t matter though because now I was the one wearing those shoes.

My Rheumatologist asked me if my husband and I were planning to have kids. “One day, I’d like to, sure.” The whole reason why she was asking was because she was going to put me on Methotrexate (MTX.) It’s a drug that is used in the treatment of patients going through chemotherapy – it takes your immune system from “hero to zero.” What I learned was the real truth about RD/RA – that your immune system has gone “haywire” and it views your joints (and at times other parts of your body as well) as an infection, something that needed to be illuminated. This is what causes the swelling and painful joints.

All of a sudden, in the span of ten minutes, I could no longer have children (unless I came off my medications for at least six months, would mean I would be in pain,) I could no longer go to hospitals to visit sick friends and family without it being a detriment to my health (or be around anyone sick for that matter), that a common cold could actually land me in the hospital. Hand sanitizer, religious hand washing, and birth control were absolute musts.

--Medication Rant Here--

Bi-weekly visits to the Rheum began with repeated blood-checking. The small dose of MTX was not working efficiently. I was bump from 4 pills a week to 6, then from 6 to 8 (a “maximum” dosage.) More visits, more unfortunate news. My doctor started me on a combination therapy of MTX and an injectable medication – Humira.

A few months passed, things seemed to be working well with Humira. My poor husband – as much as I was suffering, I put the pressure on him. I found that when it came time to give myself the injections I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bring myself to press the plunger on the auto-injector. (As an aside –the auto-injectors look like really thick pens. You push the trigger button on top, and it plunges the needle into your skin and automatically administers the entire dosage.) The loud click scared me, and the pain of the medication being administered so quickly by the syringe scared me even more. Like clockwork when it came time for the next dose, I’d go into a full meltdown and anxiety attack. I found myself literally biting onto pillows, crying my eyes out, and begging him to not do it. It sometimes took hours for him to talk me down.

Through the months, almost a year, I was taken off of MTX and left on Humira. Blood work throughout these passing months showed there was no real improvement. My prescription ran out for it and my Rheum wanted to move me onto a different biologic / DMARD (disease-modifying anti-rheumatic drug). She wanted to move me onto Enbrel. I had heard nothing but positive things about Enbrel, and was excited to begin the treatment.

My doctor’s office called me while I was at work – my insurance would not cover the Enbrel, and I had to come in to discuss other treatment options. I was heartbroken; the idea of being on another auto-injected medication scared me, but the idea of finally having peace overtook it.

The next time I saw my rheumatologist, we discussed something a new drug I hadn’t heard of but had been on the market for a long time. I was beginning to feel like a lab rat. I started Cimzia soon after – which was different than the auto-injectors I had been used. This was a manual plunge-syringe.

I actually took a liking to the Cimzia. I gained a lot of confidence in giving myself the two doses – because I could control how I “stabbed” myself with the needle, I could control how fast I pushed the plunger down.

But like the Humira, the Cimzia worked for a short amount of time then became ineffective. I was switched to Xeljanz – a twice a day pill instead of a bi-weekly injection. I’ve found that I’ve become more “tired”, lethargic even on this medication. It helps keep the swelling and the pain away for the most part. We’ll see where it goes in the next few months.

--End Medication Rant--

I was so angry with the world when I got my diagnosis. I was angry that some people didn’t seem to understand what I was going through was serious. “Oh, at least it’s only Rheumatoid Arthritis.” “You can’t have that – you’re not old…” I exhausted so much time and my precious energy being upset at things that were out of my control. Suddenly everyone was an expert in my illness, everyone know what could “cure” me – miracles.

When someone asks me how I’m feeling, I have to go through an internal monologue of “Do you actually want to know how I’m feeling? Do you want me to put that burden on you?”

I go through periods of guilt when I feel helpless; it makes me upset and makes me feel lazy when I ask my husband to grab me something from the fridge, to cook and clean up afterward, or sometimes (which hasn’t happened in a long time) to cut up my food for me. There are times where just putting on pants is a challenge and I have to ask someone to do the button for me. It’s embarrassing, and it’s heartbreaking.

I recently wrote a letter to myself – and I think a lot of people with invisible illnesses can relate.

“Dear Jessi,

It’s not the end of the world, I promise. I need you to take a deep breath, and really read what I’m about to write to you. Wipe your tears – wipe them off on your sleeves if you can’t reach the tissues, maybe even a pillow. Get comfy, because shit is about to get real.

This isn’t your fault. There is nothing you could have done to prevent this; your body was basically on a self-destruct timer with no wires to cut to stop it. You did not do anything to deserve this. People have crosses to bear – this is yours.

There will be people in your life who won’t understand what you’re going through. You can try to educate them, but sometimes you have to just turn the other cheek. You will make plans, and just as quickly you will cancel them. It is out of your control. Stop being embarrassed. Ask for help. Let people think whatever they want to think, and fuck’em if they don’t want to be compassionate.

They’ll still see you as the loveable weirdo, a little ditzy at times, maybe a klutz who obsesses way too much about RPGs. None of that changes because of your RA.

I mean what I’m about to say in the most positive way possible: you will -never- be cured. I’m going to be blunt about it because no one else will be. But you’ll persevere – you’re a boss-ass bitch. Your pain will be managed for most of the time. I’m not saying it won’t get bad, because it will. And you’re allowed to cry.

You are not the person you were a few years ago. You have all these rules to live by, and you’ll be worried that you won’t be able to go through with plans. There will be tools to help you, even if it’s a wheelchair.

IT IS OKAY TO NOT BE OKAY. Do NOT let anyone tell you otherwise. There will be days where you will roll over to turn off your alarm and you can’t. Don’t panic – take the time you need to get mobility back in your joints. When you’re out, use your handicap placard. You’re suffering. Do not let the dirty looks or comments sway you.

Appreciate your husband a little more every single day. He’s there for you – even if he’s pestering you about your medication, when your next doctor appointment is, or where that bruise came from (followed shortly by poking it.) You may not be able to keep up at times, and he will always change his pace for you.

Have you used all of your spoons today? I think you did; you probably over-extended yourself, and you’ll regret it tomorrow. But are you happy now? Then it was worth it.

Most importantly – at heart, you’re still you, even if your body is weird as fuck. You are not your illness. You are not any less of a person.

I love you. You should love you, too.”

So, this is me. Today I do my best to educate people on what I live with. Welcome to my world. Please, ask me questions, I may not have an answer, but I may have an experience. I’m a member of the #cureArthritis squad – and my goal is to spread information about my disease.

Thank you for taking the time to read; please consider making a donation toward RD/RA Research. It is one of the least funded research topics in the United States.

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Throwback to May in Ghana

May 29th

Today was our first real chance to interact with health care professionals in Ghana about our different health-related interests, and I was really excited to begin getting some of my questions answered. The Shai Osudoku District Hospital was our first stop, and the first thing we all noticed about it was how uniquely neat and clean the facility was, and how it seemed to be incorporated seamlessly with the beauty of the mountainous area surrounding it.

We were first greeted and given a formal presentation about the hospital’s history and its activity in the community. After this, the presenter fielded questions from our group along with a few representatives of the hospital. These included a physician and the head of nursing, so from this pool of health professionals I was able to obtain solid HIV-related metrics for the area, as well as valuable opinions on the level of stigma HIV-positive individuals face. I was pleased to learn that the hospital provided a full scope of services to combat the spread of HIV, including offering ART, educational community outreach programs, and stigma-reduction measures such as allowing others to pick up prescriptions for ART for those who may be uncomfortable picking it up themselves. I asked the physician about her perspective about how well those who are prescribed ART adhere to their treatment regimens, and she delved into a story that really stuck with me. She had treated an HIV-positive mother a few years back to protect her unborn child from vertical transmission, and the child was born healthy and happy. The same woman came to her with a second pregnancy more recently, and this time she became complacent with her treatment, perhaps because she was lulled into a false sense of security after her first child was born healthy. This time, she gave birth to a pair of twins that had been having several health complications. As sad as it is to say, this was most likely a case of mother-to-child transmission of HIV, something that easily makes me despondent for the sake of the kids. 

Our questions were followed by a tour of the hospital, which highlighted the impressive level of organization and comprehensive nature of the institution. It was particularly interesting to me that the hospital generated their own oxygen to eliminate the need for O2 tanks. 

We stopped for lunch, where I tried another bowl of goat light soup, this time with banku to eat with the broth. After lunch, we went to the Dodowa Health Research Center and learned about their work in various areas of interest over the years. We had an eventful ride home, what with stopping by ISOS and the eventful time we had getting a boot placed on the bus while we were picking up outfits to wear to the Ningo anniversary celebration. After our busy day I was tired, but the anticipation leading up to the festival the next day was definitely palpable. 

May 30th 

Professor Essien and George got to the hostel particularly early this morning, but I wasn’t upset to be on the road so early because of how excited I was to see the town of New Ningo and to witness their festival. We arrived so early that we had enough time to drive to the town of Old Ningo, which seemed like nothing more than a more rural village town on the coastline. When we stopped for even a brief moment, however, we were able to see interesting and powerful history in the old debilitated slave castle and the traditional fishing canoes that lined the shores that day. Professor Essien explained that since today was a Tuesday, we will not be able to This was obviously a place with important historical roots, and so I was excited to see how the festival would reflect that.

We were seated in a reserved seating area, and shortly after, drumming and dancing began the festival. It concluded after some time, and afterward, there was a brief address before various members of the crowd of some importance were introduced, some of which chose to give a short statement. Professor Essien was one of these figures, and he gave a short toast celebrating the town of Ningo and thanking the members of the town as well as Chief Nene Teye Djamgba for inviting our program to participate in the activities. Another cultural dance proceeded several donations from members of the crowd, and I was fortunate enough to be one of the students to deliver our donation. Eventually, a banner was revealed to commemorate the occasion, and in the interest of time, we took pictures with Chief Djamgba before we left to travel to the University of Ghana. I was really appreciative of the entire experience; it was truly unique and I’m glad we were able to attend that day. 

On the way to the University of Ghana, Professor Essien pointed out a partially constructed house with sizable land to the right and a finished house to the left, which is apparently the house he is having built in Ghana for his eventual return. It seemed like a nice place to host the future life he has spoken of, and I was glad to be able to imagine the picture come together. From here, we stopped to eat a quick lunch in the car before we got to the University of Ghana campus. I really enjoyed the red red and jalof rice I split with Karli, but the true highlight of this place was the Blue Skies juice drink we all got. 

After lunch, I was really enthused for the lecture with Professor Kojo Senah of the Sociology Department. I ended up enjoying the presentation a lot, particularly how we explored in detail the stories of the different diseases of Ghana’s past. When Professor Senah was done speaking, I thought that he really shined in the question and answer portion we held afterwards, and it was sweet to see everyone interacting with him in a positive way about issues that we were all concerned about. I thought that it was really cool to see the University Campus; each department had their own library, and where we took pictures in front of the Sociology Department Library was beautiful. Heading back to the hostel, I was glad to have gotten to experience true Ghanaian culture while also having had a really positive academic experience, and I looked forward to learning about herbal medicine the following day.

May 31st 

I found this day to be one of the most interesting of the entire trip because it was centered around Herbal medicine treatments, which I knew little about going into the day, so I was excited to compare and contrast the practice to the orthodox medicine I was familiar with. We were joined by Gyasi and Dela again on our trip, and our first stop was the Noguchi Memorial Institute for Medical Research. The facility was well kept, and the courtyard they brought us in when we first arrived was serene. Japanese influence was very prevalent in the architecture and as we soon would learn, in the research the institute participates in as well. It was presented as the leading biomedical research institute in Ghana, and as we were briefed about its history, I flipped through a book that detailed all of the recent research they were involved in. I found a number of various HIV-related studies that were particularly interesting, such as a longitudinal study of HIV/AIDS for emergence of HIV drug resistance mutations and studies of anti-HIV compounds from selected Ghanaian medicinal plants. The latter project really jumped out at me because of its uniqueness, so I asked to meet with any of the members of the Department of Virology that worked on it. Fortunately, before we left, I was able to speak with Dr. John Odoom briefly about some specifics not detailed in the book. Interestingly enough, the study confirmed that two plant extracts showed anti-HIV activity, and as such, they are currently in the process of being patented in the U.S. Dr. Odoom felt that this particular area of research has a lot of promise, but unfortunately the institution’s funding for this study ended in 2015, and there is no follow-up planned to further these findings. I found this to be particularly perplexing, but as I would find out at the Mampong Center for Plant Medicine Research later that day, this kind of resistance to HIV treatments from non-orthodox sources is not uncommon. 

The Mampong Center is elevated above Accra on a mountainside, and the surrounding area and aerial views are stunning. We walked through the institution into a conference room, where we were given an oral history of the institution and got a chance to see many of the products they had developed. I found it pretty remarkable that I got to see firsthand a place that employs such scientific and empirical methods to study and develop herbal medications. Essentially, Mampong and similar institutions are seeking to prove scientifically the methods that traditional herbal healers have been using for hundreds of years. I think that people around the world today, particularly those in my generation, are more evidence-based and science oriented than ever before, so this type of full-circle experience where the methods of the past are tested and proven to have significance using the technology and the scientific processes of the present is one of the coolest things imaginable. 

Sadly, empirical evidence is not enough for herbal medicine to become more relevant in today’s world. When I inquired about whether or not the Mampong Center had explored the efficacy of an herbal treatment of HIV, I was told that there was a liquid product available for 100 Ghana cedi per bottle (which is about $23.80 USD using today’s conversion rate) for the treatment of HIV. This product, however, could not be marketed as such because of the powerful pushback the institution had seen from large pharmaceutical companies in the U.S. and other western countries. It was instead displayed simply as an “immune booster,” which I found to be fairly ridiculous. Hopefully, in the future the world will become more accepting of herbal treatments that have this level of research and scientific backing behind them. After our talk in the conference room, we briefly toured a couple of floors of the research center before departing to finish our day at the Aburi Botanical Gardens.

One of my best friends back home in Connecticut studies Botany in college, and to that end he has spent the last few years cultivating my interest in plants. Naturally, I was super excited for our visit to these Ghanaian Botanical gardens. I enjoyed learning about the various plants indigenous to the forested regions of Ghana, particularly those I was familiar with for their use as herbs, spices, skin products, etc. Our guide was very knowledgeable, but I think that everyone enjoyed this trip away from the academic or professional settings we had been exploring all week and would continue to explore in the days to come before Cape Coast and Elmina.

Jack

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Zombie Army 4: Dead War Review — Sharknado: Zombie Edition

February 3, 2020 11:00 AM EST

Zombie Army 4: Dead War is the most refined entry in the series so far and offers hours upon hours of zombie-killing content for your enjoyment.

From Resident Evil to the upcoming The Last of Us Part II, zombies have been featured in video games for as long as I can remember. It’s a tried-and-true formula that just works. I think the zombies and video games relationship can be best summed up by paraphrasing Forrest Gump; they belong together like peas and carrots. However, it was Treyarch’s hidden mode from Call of Duty: World at War that made Nazi zombies all the rage. The merging of the two evils inspired the creators of Sniper Elite to feature Nazi zombies in the game’s expansions which ended up being so popular with fans, it went on to spawn its own franchise. Now, the fourth entry in the series, Rebellion’s Zombie Army 4: Dead War, will be releasing shortly on PS4, Xbox One, and PC.

At the end of the Zombie Army Trilogy, Hitler was defeated and sent to Hell. It’s now one year later and Hitler’s dead army still roams the earth leaving a path of death and destruction in their wake. In Zombie Army 4: Dead War your task is to defeat this leaderless army of zombies before they can revive their supreme evil leader Adolf Hitler and wipe out humanity in the ultimate zombie apocalypse. The all-new campaign starts in Italy and ends in Hell as you encounter the most grotesque enemies ever seen in the series such as zombie tanks and sharks.

“Rebellion, who both developed and published Zombie Army 4: Dead War, has improved upon the gunplay quite a bit.”

There are four characters to play as and as you level up, you can customize and upgrade them to match your gameplay style. This includes up to five perk slots that boost your offensive and defensive tactics along with a special category that provides things like the ability to carry more ammo for weapon types. You need to level up to unlock these slots with the fifth and final one unlocking at level 35. Your character can also get a special melee attack that ranges from giving you a small amount of health to an incendiary axe throw.

Rebellion, who both developed and published Zombie Army 4: Dead War, has improved upon the gunplay quite a bit. The game also still includes the oh-so-satisfying X-Ray Kill Cam made famous in the Sniper Elite series. If you are unfamiliar with the X-Ray Kill Cam, it slows up time so you can watch the bullets shatter brains, organs, and bones. If you have played any third or first-person shooters before, controls and gameplay will feel familiar and easy to master.

Zombie Army 4’s arsenal includes a handful of rifles, assault rifles, shotguns, and pistols that are typical and standard in most WWII shooters such as the MP44 and the Gewehr 43. Making them unique is the fact that they are upgradeable with a variety of cool perks that will enhance your bullets with lightning or Vampir scopes that return a small amount of health on successful critical hits.

Zombie Army 4: Dead War’s campaign can be played solo or with up to three others in co-op. Unfortunately, I couldn’t test out co-op too extensively in this pre-release form. Since I prefer playing campaigns first on my own before joining others anyway, this didn’t really concern me, although it’s easy to see that the game is designed with cooperative play in mind.

I also tested out the new and improved Horde mode and while it’s not impossible to play on your own, it’s definitely not easy taking on progressively more difficult and numerous waves of zombies. Even in my failure, I still had fun with Horde mode but I’m looking forward to being able to play with more friends once the game releases.

There’s a whole lot more to Zombie Army 4 than just killing zombies. There are objectives and obstacles to conquer which provide a little more depth and polish to the overall experience. Traveling down the canals of Venice in a boat, you will have to stop and refuel with the fuel being scattered throughout the level. Once you find the tanks of fuel, you must make your way back to the boat amidst zombie chaos and only the use of your pistol. For those of you treasure hunters, each chapter includes several collectibles to be had including weapon upgrade kits which you don’t want to miss. Of course, the real reason we are here is to kill zombies, and the game does a good job of not getting repetitive by offering several varieties of zombies to blow away. Half of the battle becomes learning the weaknesses of each type so you can quickly eliminate them.

The graphics and art direction of Zombie Army 4 bring lifelike realism to the various zombie forms as well as depict some of Italy’s notable landmarks in a ruined but still lovely state. The sound crew at Rebellion have added to the intensity of the zombie attacks with a perfect mix of sound effects and zombie cries. The scream of a Suicider will become all too familiar as you frantically seek the direction it’s coming from before it’s too late and self destructs in front of you. I was reminded of the Clickers from The Last of Us and how the sound of them haunted my dreams long after I finished the game.

Zombie Army 4: Dead War poses a challenge in its punishing gameplay that feels mostly balanced, with the exception of the lack of health. I’m currently at level 43 in the game and only a very small portion of my health bar regenerates. In order to regenerate to full health, you need a medkit. You can carry one extra medkit with you, but given the length and difficulty of some chapters, sometimes one alone is not enough. Ammunition is scattered around the levels very generously, so you rarely run out of bullets, but I almost never found medkits. After each level, you are sent to a safe house where you can re-supply and often that was the only time I would see them. I’m not saying I didn’t come across the random medkit here and there, but it was an extremely rare occurrence. I even tested all three difficulties to see if they spawned more frequently on Easy, Medium, or Hard and the result was always the same.

“Zombie Army 4 offers a cohesive and fun experience that doesn’t take itself too seriously.”

Another pitfall of playing games prior to release is that often I’m playing it before it has been fully optimized with the day one patch. That was, unfortunately, the case with Zombie Army 4: Dead War at times. The worst error which took place for me was during the Death Canal mission where I was prompted to pull a lever to lower a bridge but the ability to actually interact with the lever never manifested. For a while, I was stuck here and couldn’t progress. Since it was fairly early in the game, I started over from the beginning and was able to finally move along. There were other similar incidents throughout the game, but nothing as severe as this. Typically, restarting the most recent checkpoint fixed most of my other problems.

Another odd issue I experienced had to do with beating the final boss. Upon defeating this baddie, the game immediately went straight to the main menu, with no story wrap up, cutscenes, or anything. The only way I knew the game was over, was because the achievement for finishing the game popped. Replaying the last chapter properly ended the game for me and I was able to see how things actually wrapped up. Fortunately, these problems I had shouldn’t be an issue for you as Rebellion has sent out the contents of a day one patch that should fix these and a few other minor bugs that are currently plaguing Zombie Army 4.

Unlike the direction the Zombies mode from Call of Duty has taken in the past few iterations, Zombie Army 4 offers a cohesive and fun experience that doesn’t take itself too seriously. It’s engaging from start to finish and with its weekly challenges, the arcade-like setup of the chapters and leaderboards, and with Horde Mode, there’s a bunch of replay value here. Zombie Army 4: Dead War has finally broken free of its Sniper Elite shackles and will hopefully give rise to a lasting franchise of smiting out Nazi zombies.

February 3, 2020 11:00 AM EST

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