#week. nt weak

[dromaeo-sauridae]

[carebearcody]

english punditry is so lazy and full of bad takes it makes me hate this country even more

[yanderederee]

Aftermath…

July 21st, 2004

..T….nt…amitt….damnit…damn…damnit..daMniT DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT

Chifuyu didn’t have the heart to stop him. Chifuyu has always been the one to rest a hand on Baji’s shoulder and stop him when he was being reckless.

However, this time, if Chifuyu were to even try to touch Baji, there was a guarantee that same arm would get bent.

Chifuyu couldn’t stop Baji’s assault on the subway tiles. “Damnit!!” Baji screamed once again. It was amazing how his voice hadn’t given up, going at this same pace for almost 11 hours now.

“Damnit!!” Baji yelled, finally losing vigor. Chifuyu ran to his side, helping his captain to his knees when he couldn’t take the overwhelming dig in his chest.

Baji was a victim too. He’d been forced into things no man ever should have to experience. Let alone a 13 year old kid, with what felt like the weight of the world on his back.

Baji couldn’t control the sobs that took him over in violent tremors. Chifuyu held Baji’s weak form, while they began to cry together.

“Damnit… I ..” Baji croaked out. Chifuyu held on tight, coursing his friend to talk.

Please, just talk to me. I know I can’t help. But please. Let me hurt for you.

“I couldn’t… I tried…” he sighed, blurry vision making out the wrappings on his arms, meant to heal the cuts and burns underneath. The blood that still stained them, because he kept opening the damn things wide open. Chifuyu doesn’t think it’s on purpose. Baji knows it is.

“Why… why does shit like this happen, to good fucking people!” Baji’s rage was slowly on the incline again. His temper may have been bad before, but the severe concussion and trauma he’d been forced to endure, he was uncontrollable.

“She didn’t do anything! Stayed out of toman, never skipped her dumb fucking curfew… S-she…” he bawled. Rage gave way to pain once again, and Chifuyu shook when he held tighter.

Baji almost whispered what came next, sending shivers down Chifuyu’s back.

“I couldn’t understand it before.. wanting to kill someone so badly. So seriously…” he evened out his tone and became stone. “But damnit..Chifuyu-“ he tried to keep the tough face, but as if immediately being brought back to earth, his walls crumbled all over again.

“None of it’s her fault, you’re right.” Chifuyu agreed, quickly following up. “We know who’s to blamed Baji. It’s okay.”

“We’ll get out revenge.”

It had only been two weeks since Toman and Yotsuya Kaiden fought .

…

July 11th, 2004

“…. I thought… we’d get …the chance…” you said softly, between hiccups you held back so harshly. “I had.. so much planned for…”

It was Tanabata after all. And it was long ruined.

“… I know.” Baji spoke into your hair. Ever since muscle in his body was sore, and shaking. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, cradling your head with his one good arm.

“Don’t worry baby, the gods will hear your prayers. I promise you that every god who ..” he paused, pulling away, and firmly cradling with all the softness there was left in him. “I promise, I will make the gods and humans alike, who let this happen. I will ..”

“I’ll make sure that every single one of your wishes come true.” He nuzzled his forehead against yours, uncontrollably letting tears flood past.

You could see Baji’s pupils become uneven, eyelids blinking over and over.. he was going to lose conciousness. “Baji-”

“Keisuke.” His voice broke once, hurt at the usage of his last name. “Pl..lease..” he closing his eyes when he held back a sob. “Please let me still be your Kei.”

…

Baji passed out immediately after those words, sobs racking him in and out of slumber, even still.

There was nothing more you wished to do than to cradle his broken form into you. It was so natural to follow those urges ever since you two agreed on dating.

But you couldn’t disturb him with the equally violent panic attacks what ripped through you without warning.

Nauseous, you felt hands wondering areas they never should have. Disgusted, scared—- you fell out of the hospital bed trying so hard to make it to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Chifuyu is stunned into tears when he finds your unconscious form collapsed on the floor, a pool of vomit only feet away.

“Oh god,” stunned when obversing the scene in front of him, he was horrified to actually catch your flickering gaze. Very in and out of consciousness. “Y/n, hey, it’s okay.” Chifuyu encouraged. He sat you up, and folded your knees under his grip, gently carrying you around the accidently and into the bathroom.

“Here,” he sat you by the toilet, discarding his hoodie, and rolled up his sleeves. “Only think about staying sat up against the wall.” He instructed, laying the back of his hand over your forehead.

“Doing great,” he smiled at you brilliantly when you managed to keep his gaze for longer than three seconds. “Take your tim-” he started, until another violent wave of nausea keeled you over the edge of the toilet suddenly.

Holding back a pitiful string of tears, Chifuyu bit his lip and pulled strands of hair from your face. “Let it out,” he kept going, adding considerable pressure into the small circles he rubbed into your back.

Chifuyu sat with you as you lethargically came back in and out of conciousness. Crying some seconds about how awful everything felt, dozing off peacefully into his chest, to worrying about Baji. This cycle repeated from the morning when he first came to check on you, til the nurses released him of his role, and shooed him out. He made sure they kept his hoodie for you to hold onto. Just in case.

“Why didn’t you call for a nurse earlier dumbass?!” Baji kicked Chifuyu’s waiting room chair harshly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think about it!” Chifuyu admitted bashful. “I just.. I couldn’t leave.” He shrugged, painfully.

“You’re a good guy, Chifuyu…” Baji said, his head felt like it was spinning while he cradled into his busted hands. “Thank you.. for staying by her.”

“I’m sticking by you too, yaknow.” Chifuyu shoved Baji softly. Baji gave Chifuyu a look over, before smiling. “Thanks…”

Baji would absolutely never in a million’s years admit just how terribly he was struggling. But being a good person, he couldn’t hide it for shit. Not this time.

“‘Kids just go round hitting eachother over the side of the hair for fun these days?”

…

“I just can’t believe the things these kids are getting themselves into anymore!”

…

“Ms Baji, this is serious.. he’s looking at a 3 month healing window, just from a glance…”

…

So much annoying chatter. His head was splitting open so damn bad, he honestly couldn’t really remember any for the next few days, if you’d asked him. Just a few core memories to get by.

He felt pathetic, the dizzy spells that took him down, out from his own feet. He was almost thankful that school was finally out for the semester, since remembering anything was difficult, but above all else, Nothing. Felt. Normal.

While recovering, there were so many times he would excuse himself to hide into a bathroom stall, and let whatever uncontrollable urge take over.

He felt so unlike himself at every given opportunity, uncomfortable in the way his friends and family alike would look at him.

Don’t look at me like that.

He wanted to snap back. And unfortunately, he did.

His sense of irritability spiking and diminishing quicker than a conversation could be held.

He’d get frustrated at the littlest of mistakes.

Baji couldn’t stand the look of pity everyone gave him when he slipped or slurred a word.

Yet, out of every person, he made dead honest effort to push pash every single symptom down, if only for a few minutes or hours.

Just to enjoy the feeling of comforting you.

Baji cries alone to himself more than ever, but he made, forced you into pinky promising him that should you ever, ever, ever, need him ever, for any reason. He would escape his hospital room and force his way into yours.

To be here with you, now. It’s past midnight, quiet and dark, easy on his dissipating headache. Baji heard you wake up with a gurgled, terrified scream.

The same scream that ripped him wide open in the first place.

Bolted, Baji came to witness your sweat stained hospital gown clinging to you while you were gathering your bearings, upright in the bed and panting, hyperventilating.

You held eachother the entire night, sharing sniffles, and tighter squeezes.

“How are you feeling?” You asked him, leaning against his chest, while he lay his back in your hospital bed.

“Nothin’ to worry about,” he gave you a reassuring smile. “I’m already halfway healed.”

You stare into him deeper, and knowing you were about to call his bluff, he looked away and chuckled. “Yeah, I’m hangin in there.” He answered honestly.

“But.. I’m seriously more worried about you,” he gently touched, his bad arm tucked into your side as you carefully considered it while cuddling into him closer.

As bad of a liar as you may be to him, you always made sure to wear this obvious mask of serenity. You rolled your eyes, as though being used to hearing this now.

“I’m not going to force it out of you,” Baji rested his forehead against the dip of your temple. “I have no idea what kind of things go on inside your head. Wish I did,” he chuckled shifting to kiss your cheekbone. “… you’re smart. I trust you…” he shifted your absent gaze, dewing up when he made deep eye contact.

“I trust you to talk to me,” he whispered again. “I’ll be anything you need, forever.”

“So when you’re ready, I’m here…”

[mindwhor3]

In ruins

A/N: I don´t know if someone will read this but feel free to send me a feedback. My first published story.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language.

WC: 547

I never intended it to go this way. We had all the time in the world but the ending was so suddenly it left me speachless.

At the near end of my collage years i met her. We saw each other in passing but never got the chance to talk, until my history professor assigned us in group project. She studied art, i majored in education. My dream was to be a teacher, to inspire the generation of the future, her dream was to be a dancer, like her mother was before her. While the project lasted we talked, got to know each other. I asked for her number after a late study session on a rainy Wednesday, i first kissed her on a cold Saturday several months later. No label was ever called between us but i fell hard and fast.

A few times a week we would meet up away from praying eyes and the loudless whispers of our peers. Maybe it was the sneeking around what made this exiting but maybe i liked her too much to share. This arrengement lastet nearly one year. Right before finals she called it quits. And in the empty park on a chilly Monday i called her my everything.

But she left.

I concentrated on my studies and after my last exam i ran to her dorm. It could not end this way. I was ready to beg for a chance, a real one this time. Everyone should be able to see that i was proud to call her mine. But i never got the chance. Her roommate gave me a letter, everything that was left of her. I had´nt had the courage to open it until a drunken night a week leter.

My dearest, Yn,

i´m sorry i could´nt stay long enough to explain everythig to you like you deserved. I had the one chance to fulfill my dream and i took it. When you are reading this i´m already in Russia. I´m dancing like i promised my mother before her passing. I know you whould´ve understood but i knew that i whould´nt have been able to leave if i explained it in person. You were quickly becoming my biggest weakness and even if i don´t mind being weak with you i could´nt pass up that chance.

When we were in that park and you said that you loved me, i got the call  a few houres before. So i left without saying it back even if i really wanted nothing more.

I hope you can look at our time together and don´t be dissapointed. Maybe we see each other again. I promise i won´t let you get away that time if you will have me that is.

Don´t give up on your dream, you will be an amazing teacher.

I can´t promise it but i do hope to see you again.

All my love,

Natasha

Tears runnig down my cheek i read it a few more times. And my heart broke a little bit more each time. I called an texted but the number was deactivated. Within a single moment my whole world fell apart and in the middle oft he ruins i learned to live with it. What other choice did i have?

[donnetellotheturtle]

Siren

Chapter 5

Hugo needed to find a way out of here. They’d been there for days, only drinking and eating what they had to to survive. Hugo counted himself lucky that Andrew hadn’t laced the food with anything. Yet.

Still, it was gnawing at him. It had been almost a week since he’d been in the sea. It felt like it was calling him home. And God did he want to go fucking home.

“Hugo?” Varian said at the beginning of day 6. Varian touched Hugos arm. “You don’t look good and…you’re really warm.”

Shit. Is this what happens when he doesn’t get into the sea? Hugo was feeling weak. God he hadn’t even seen the moon since that night. Hed never been away this long. Being on top of it was just the fucking cherry on top. Being so close he could litteraly smell it yet unable to get in.

“Whats happening? Was there something in the food?”

Hugo couldn’t answer. He’d woken up feeling weak and horrible. Like he’d been crushed by a whale. Hard. And then the whale backed up and crushed him again. Even his throat was feeling like it would crumble if he tried to make noise.

Varian caught Hugo as he collapsed down.

“S…..sea…..” He managed to choke out.

“See what?”

“W-Wa…wa….”

Varian obviously didn’t know how to help. Hugo was going to die here. He was convinced of it. He was going to die on this stupid pirate ship on top of water.

Ruddiger came over to Hugo, nuzzling him softly. He gave a weak smile.

“…I need to call for help.”

He shook his head. He’d rather die than ask Andrew for help. The jostling made him dizzy.

Hugo grabbed onto Varians arm, whispering. “Do….nt call…that fucker.” He wheezed out.

Then the door opened. Ruddiger hissed. One of crew members grinned at Hugos state.

“Hey captain you’ll want to see this!” She yelled up. Hugo internally swore. Seeing Varians terrified face made it worse.

Andrew came down, and grinned. Just like the crew person had done before him. This place was just full of assholes. He whistled.

Hugo was suddenly grabbed from Varian.

“Hey! Let him go!”

The siren was hoisted up by the arms and dragged. He heard Varian and Ruddiger yelling out and hissing respectively. His stomach churned. Of he had any food in it, he might have thrown up.

The bright sun made Hugo wince. Though he felt better slightly. The smell of the sea air made him want to jump right in.

“I suspected it before.” Andrew said. “But didn’t think it was true.”

Hugo glared.

“Youre a siren.”

Hugo smirked. “Wow I can’t believe you figured it out.” He said sarcastically. His voice was hoarse but he made sure to put as much venom and sarcasm in it as he could. “Want a cookie?”

Andrew slapped him across the face. Oh so that’s how it was.

“Why are you with the kid?”

“Classified.” Hugo said. Every minute was making his sick body tad bit stronger.

Andrew punched him in the stomach.

“Really? That’s all you got? Coward.”

Another slap. Harder this time. He just had to antagonize him enough to draw blood. Then it was the problem of getting it dripped into the sea, but he’d cross that bridge when he got there.

Cyrus had taught him this trick a while back when they had been attacked by pirates, not unlike this crew when he was 8.

A single drop of blood in the sea would send a message through the waves to his kin. His and Varians' kidnapping had been too chaotic to think about it. But now he had a plan.

He was going to drown this fucker.

“I could kill you if I wanted to.”

Hugo laughed. “I’d like to see you try. Even in my ahem weakened state.” Take the bait. Take the bait.

His face was sliced open by Andrews knife. It was going to leave a nasty scar, but he was bleeding. Silver blood spilled down his face. All that was left to do was get a drop of it into the sea.

“Youre lucky this is all you get. Take him back to the brig.”

They hoisted Hugo up. He had an opportunity. With all his might he shoved hard against his captors, and managed to slip out of their grips. He ran to the side of the ship, wiped his cheek, and threw the blood into the water.

Not a second too soon as he was grabbed again and shoved to his knees.

“what the fuck was that!?” Andrew asked.

Hugo said nothing, just smirking. He didn’t know what was coming to him.

“Answer me, siren!”

He met eyes with Andrew. “You’re going to fucking die.”

--

Varian was pacing. He was worried about Hugo. He hoped the dumbass didn’t get himself killed.

Who was he kidding Hugo was probably already dead.

He heard a commotion and Andrew yelling, then it went quiet.

Then the door opened and an unconscious, bleeding Hugo- Silver blood? -was thrown into the cell.

“Your boyfriend here just fucked us over.” Andrew said. “Youre lucky he’s not dead.”

The cell door slammed shut. Then the door upstairs after a moment.

Hugo groaned. Varian noticed he looked slightly better. It wasn’t much of an improvement but it was something. Varian held him close

Then his eyes opened. Varian had never been more relieved.

“Youre alive.”

“Yeah…and we’re getting help.”

“Hugo, your blood…its-”

He wiped his cheek. “Remember that conversation of there’s some things I don’t want to talk about?’

“…Yeah?”

“This is one of them.”

Varian frowned. “This isn’t the time to be cagey with me!”

“isn’t it? I got us help so drop it, goggles.”

“And what is this help? Who’s coming? And how the hell did yo-“

“I can’t tell you!”

“Why not!?” Varian glared at Hugo. Hugo refused to look at the other boy.

“…I just can’t. So drop it.”

Varian growled a bit, and then stood up, walking to the corner and putting his head in it.

“…what are you doing?”

“I’m mad at you so I’m not looking at you.”

Hugo couldn’t help but laugh a little. “you look pathetic, goggles. Like you’re in time out.”

Ruddiger rubbed up agaisnt Varians legs.

“….I just want to know what’s going on.”

Hugos smile fell. “I know. How about this? When my friends pick us up I’ll explain everything.”

Varian looked at him. “promise?”

Hugo nodded, a pit growing in his stomach knowing exactly what Donella and Cyrus planned to do.

“I promise.”

--

Cyrus frowned. The wages crashed in his ears. It gave him a message few merpeople could understand. The skill that he’d taught his family was rare even for the best of warriors.

“I’m in trouble. This is my only option. It’s only a matter of time before they kill us.”

Hugo.

Cyrus gripped his trident with a sigh. What had his boy gotten into now? He concentrated, finding the ship.

He was going to drown those pirates. And have fun doing it.

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[blueandbetaraptors]

Can you do a sick fic with Skye and Everest?

They are both my favourite characters! :)

Sure! I hope this is ok!

Two sick pups

It was a blistering hot day at Adventure bay, the Paw Patrol was cooling off at the pool, except Rocky, he was laying down near the pool but not close enough to get wet, he hated getting wet, so instead Ryder set up some fans for him to stay cool his own way. Ryder sat at the edge of the pool with his feet in while he watched Zuma and rubble played water vollyball with Marshall, skye and chase.

“I got it! I got it!” Marshall yelled but right as he went to swat the ball over the net Skye sneezed and propelled her backwards, Marshall misjudged his leap and ended up getting tangled in the net instead of hitting the ball. Then the ball bounced off Marshall’s head and back into the pool.

“You ok Skye?” Asked Chase.

“Yea! I’m great!” She yiped. But she didn’t admit to the pups that she was feeling a bit more tired than usual and her nose stuffed, she also wasn’t as hungry as usual.

“Um guys, a little help? Our game is a bit.. tied up” Marshall said.

“Coming dude” zuma said and paddled over and helped him get untangled.

Meanwhile over at Jake’s mountain, Jake and Everest were in the cabin, the sun was beating down so hard it melted the snow so the ski resort had to close down because it wasn’t safe, the Paw Patrol already had to rescue two snowboarders who ended up mud-boarding instead. Jake noticed something was off with Everest,

“Hey Everest, are you ok?” Jake asked.

“I’m ok jake, just *cough* just a little tired* cough cough cough* the husky replied, panting trying to cool off. The coughing made her week.

“That’s not good, we better call Ryder to come check you out”

“Don’t bother Ryder *cough* I’m probably just tired” Everest responded but she knew something was wrong.

“Hey Everest, someone is trapped up at the ski lift, wanna come help me or do you need to rest?”

“Ice or snow, I’m ready to go!” The husky said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.

“Let’s get going” Jake said.

During the rescue, Jake could tell that his winter pup wasn’t all there. He could tell that she was lethargic and possibly sick. The heat probably wasn’t helping as she was a husky, a dog breed that prefers the cold than the heat due to the extra fur.

Suddenly he sees Everest go to a tree and throw up her breakfast.

“Everest! Are you ok?” he asked as he rubbed her hot fur. Hot fur! He knew that Everest was in bad shape. She was overheating and possibly sick!

“Sorry Jake, guess I ate too fast. I did..nt mean to worry you.” Everest responded stopping a second as a wave of dizziness passed.

“Everest we should get you back to the cabin.”

“Sure thing Jake.” Everest responded but then her paws went weak and she fell on her belly.

“Everest!” Exclaimed Jake as he rushed to his beloved pup. “I’ll get you to the cabin, then I’ll call Ryder.” Jake said as he picked up his sick pup and headed to the cabin.

Back at Adventure bay,

Skye was feeling a bit sicker, her stomach was churning and she felt even hotter even while in the pool. Suddenly Ryders PupPad went off.

“Ryder here!” He answered.

“Ryder! It’s Jake! I need your help! Everest is sick! Or overheating or something. Dude I don’t know what to do, she threw up her breakfast during a rescue and then she collapsed and I need help!”

“Oh no! That’s not good! We will be right there Jake! No job is too big no pup is too small!” Ryder said as he slides his pad out and hits the button.

“Paw Patrol to the Look out!”

The pups tags ring out and all the pups exclaim,

“Ryders calling!”

And they take off to the lookout. Skye runs a bit slower because she was struggling to breath because she kept coughing.

Marshall runs into a squeaky toy and flips over and over and bowls over the other pups in the elevator,

“Guess I really, rolled in this time” the pups laugh and shake their heads.

The elevator lifts them into the look out with their assigned pup gear on their backs.

“Paw patrol ready for action Ryder sir!” Chase proudly calls out.

*cough* suddenly Skye coughs

“Are you feeling alright Skye?” Asks Ryder, concern evident in his voice.

“I’m good Ryder! Sorry.”

“Alright then, pups, we have a big problem! Everest is sick! Jake called and said she’s showing signs of heat exhaustion and some sort of illness.

Marshall! I’ll need you and your EMT gear to check out Everest! Rubble! I’ll need you and your digger to help us make it up the mountain in case we get a problem with mud. “

“I’m ready for a ruff ruff rescue!”

“Rubble on the double!”

“Alright paw patrol is on a roll!” Ryder yells as he runs past and slides down his pole and the two pups rush down the slide to their trucks.

Ryder and the two pups rush over to Jake’s mountain.

Ryder rushes in to the cabin where Jake is sitting by a very pale and sick looking Everest.

“Marshall you know what to do.”

“Ruff! Thermometer!” The Dalmatian barked and a thermometer popped out of his pup pack and he gently slipped it into the weak pup’s mouth.

“Ryder! She’s got a high temperature! We need ice! “ the pup called.

“Jake! Do you have any ice or anything really really cold in your freezer?” Ryder asked.

“You bet!”

“Rubble help Jake get the ice!”

“Ryder we need to get her in a tub with water. We need to cool her off quickly but also slowly because if you do it too fast you can cause more problems.” Marshall called.

“Got it!” Ryder picks up Everest and takes her into the tub and turns the water on.

Ryder, Jake, Marshall and Rubble work together to help bring down Everests body temp.

“Ok, she’s at a safe temp, she’s still feverish but not at risk for any serious danger. Jake I think Everest has the flu but also heat exhaustion which was only worsening due to the fever. She needs lots of rest, cool water to drink and try to get her to eat small bites of food to help her energy. “

“Thanks Ryder! And you too Marshall! And you too Rubble. I don’t know what I would have done without Everest!” Jake said with gratitude.

“No problem Jake! If you ever need help just…” Ryder stops mid sentence as he gets a call on his PupPad. Chases badge shows up then his face pops on the screen

“Chase? What’s wrong?”

“Ryder! You need to get back! Skye is sick! She said she was ok but she just threw up and she’s panting really hard.” Chase said, close to tears.

“We are on the way Chase!” Ryder said,” Marshall, rubble! Let’s roll!” He called as he ran to his ATV. Him and the pups take off back to the look out.

Ryder and the pups get back to the lookout and rush to where the rest of the pups and whimpering in concern over Skye who is curled up on a pillow panting and whining in pain.

“Ruff! Thermometer!” Marshall barks out and gently sticks the thermometer into skyes mouth.

“Ryder, she has similar symptoms as Everest just milder, someone grab a bowl of cold water but not too cold.” Marshall says. Chase rushes off.

“Skye, why didn’t you say you felt sick?” Ryder asks as he knelt by his sick pup and stoked her soft fur.

“I..I thought I was just tired.” Skye squeaked out. Chase brought in the cold water bowl and gently brought over to Skye.

“Skye you need to try to drink some water.”

“I’ll help you.” Ryder gently lifted his pup to her paws and held her while she slowly lapped the water.

“Don’t drink too fast or too much or you might get sick again.” Said Marshall, looking concerned as he sat with his EMT heard ready to jump in if she got worse.

Ryder helped Skye lay back down.

“She will be ok Ryder, I think she has the flu and mild heat exhaustion, she should start getting better tomorrow.” Marshall said as he walked over.

“Let’s get some rest pups, it’s been a long day, we need to be at our best to help Skye get better. I’m gonna stay with Skye tonight and if any pups wanna join that’s good with me. Marshall, I need you to keep your EMT gear near incase Skye gets worse, or incase Everest needs you.” That’s ok Ryder, I’ll be here.” Marshall responds to Ryder.

Everyone curled up by Skye and Ryder laid next to her and let her curl up by his side. He sighed and hopes that his pup would be ok.

-time jump-

“Take it easy Skye, you are still getting over being really sick.” Ryder says as he watches Skye run out the lookout doors finally being aloud back outside after being in bed for a week.

“I feel great Ryder!” Skye responds and flips into the air.

“Just take it easy, your body is still recovering.” Marshall echos.

Suddenly a buzzing noise can be heard and they see a blue white and orange vehicle coming up to the lookout.

“I wonder who that might be.” Ryder says.

Suddenly Everest and her snowcat comes into view.

“Ryder! Pups! Look at me!” Everest jumps out and runs into Ryder’s arms.

“Hey! Looks like you’re feeling better!” Ryder responds as he catches the pup.

“I hated being cooped up all week, we finally have snow again.” Everest yips excitedly.

“Glad to hear it Everest!” Ryder says as he sets the pup down.

“Ryder can we go play in the snow?” Asks Chase.

“Yall are such good pups I don’t see why not but Skye, Everest please take it slow, both of yall are still healing. But go have fun!” Ryder says and the pups bark in excitement and the bound off into the vehicles and drive up to Jake’s mountain.

[compassionatereminders]

Hey Kat, I feel moved to voice some sentiment of encouragement with what your ex-partners have done to you.

My heart hurts with yours, as I too have experienced a partner who chose to sever years of connection by a weak conversation about how I was the sole problem between us, and then ghosting me. He refused to have a real conversation about how he was neglecting to step up and be a partner and instead chose to do nothing as his mother discriminated against my disability and socioeconomic status. Like a typical rich c*nt she decided that I was taking advantage of her son and was unworthy of his love, and the truth of my struggle with being disabled and physically incapable of keeping up with the demands of hypercapitalism all alone (zero help from abusive family, just one neurodivergent and physically disabled person trying to keep my head above water) was all just my failure to try hard enough. That I was just a parasite looking to get out of having to work. And when he did not stand up against her cruel judgement and advocate for his partner, and I expressed my feelings of abandonment and confusion at his inaction, he decided he would just say that I was the one unwilling to grow and seemed to be unreasonably holding on to negativity. He said he'd be back, but he ghosted.

It pushed every trigger of my developmental trauma, every fear of abandonment. It reaffirmed the deep mental programming that I am inherently worthless, and that I did not deserve better. I spent a long time feeling like I must have engineered the failure of the relationship alone, that I got what I deserved. Yet, the innate sense of betrayal and abandonment was like a hangnail catching on everything and sending shockwaves of pain through me.

It took time, but I've grown enough to learn to validate my pain. I never deserved to have such a relationship end that way. I didn't deserve his mother's resentful discrimination. I didn't deserve to have a partner fail to advocate for my worth. And I never deserved to have my heart obliterated by the cowardice of ghosting.

From what I've been able to observe from this distant internet stranger's perspective is that you were pulling the weight of communication in the relationship. You were expressing your needs, you were making clear your anxieties and asking for the very reasonable amount of support anyone in a partnership can and should be reasonably asking for. His cowardly retreat and subsequent ghosting after 5 years of your pouring love and effort into building something together is despicable. And though your posts show that you know that you don't deserve what they both did, knowing and feeling don't always show up together. I am familiar with the pain that visits you now, and I know that feeling seen can be a drink of water in a desert of pain.

I hope that as you begin to navigate the coming weeks and months that your wisdom of the truth that you didn't deserve this can saturate through to your aching heart. You have demonstrated that you are prepared to show up and own your responsibility, to use skill and tools to build something with your partners and navigate all that through the problems that come with mental illness. We all fuck up sometimes, but a supportive partner shows grace and forgiveness for mistakes. They don't tell you that you're the one not trying/working hard enough for them, they don't ever assume that they have no responsibility in a situation.

You don't deserve what they did and didn't do. And though this reveals so much about their (and especially his) deeper character, that you deserve better... This grief will hurt. It will linger and touch every moment of life for a time. Knowing that it won't last forever won't change the way the heart feels like this pain will be everlasting. Your strength and resilience is truly remarkable. You have an amazing insight and wisdom about your responsibility for your own behaviour in relationship dynamics, and you clearly know that you were doing more than your share of the emotional labour. You know that despite your needs and struggles that you deserved to have that effort reciprocated.

But like I said, knowing and feeling don't always coexist. I hope that in those moments of dissonance that you feel the support of your network, both on and offline. Thank you for all the work you do just by showing up and working towards good. Even as I reach out to offer support, I feel supported in kind by just the opportunity to talk about my resonant experience. I hope you feel that support too 💜

I am feeling the support and I am so touched by the outpouring of support my inbox has received since this situation escalated. I am not answering every individual ask, but I am reading all of them and I truly appreciate that so many people agree that this is horrible and that I did not deserve this shit. Even strangers who only knows me through this blog. It is very affirming to know that so many people agree that I was not the irrational and toxic person in this and that you all see good in me

[zahri-melitor]

New(ish) Comics Day

This week’s collection at DCUI was actually kinda mid for me when I was scrolling looking for stuff to read. (I would like to repeat my rant that while YES it’s nice to see Titans being the premier team could we please get ANY TEAM BOOK for any character under 25 to be on rather than OT/NT Titans book #4??) Nonetheless:

Hawkgirl #1: oh damn this is actually good and fun and this is unfair as I have been trying really hard not to care about Thanagarians. (I now need to read about Kendra on the Blackhawks because if Dinah is teasing Kendra about it it’s probably hilaribad) I don’t know why we have a palette-swapped Kory with a talking corgi, but there’s also a palette-swapped Kory with a talking corgi. Also this is uh a very queer book and I’m enjoying it.

Knight Terrors: Shazam! #1: look I know I have very much been avoiding reading Knight Terrors at least until it’s all over, but also this had Mary on the cover and I’m weak. It’s…fine? Mary’s having nightmares about Billy being evil, fires burning the family to death, danger to her siblings and…eating bugs. Ok, I’m on board with this ‘is nobody writing this event actually good at writing horror?’

Warlord #11: This week’s issue is called Flashback! Travis, Mariah and Machiste get chased into a cave by a Triceratops. So Travis decides to reminisce to himself about how he ended up in Skartaris.

As you may recall, Travis Morgan was a US military pilot who was flying a spyplane over the USSR when he had to bug out to get back to the US really fast. So he flew over the North Pole and ran out of fuel.

Compasses don’t work that way, Travis.

Travis sees some land through the clouds as he’s trying to safely crash his empty plane and parachutes out to land in a jungle. Because he apparently flew in through the hole in the world to the hollow earth land of Skartaris. Ta da!

(Travis explaining his Hollow Earth theory. This man would be radicalised by YouTube so fast…)

Has no water, food, hat, shelter or medical supplies. DOES have a knife and a gun with 12 bullets. Sure, everything you need, Travis. (Travis proceeds to drink straight out of a creek and I hope he enjoys his interesting intestinal parasites)

Anyway, with his gun and 12 bullets Travis Morgan sees a hot girl fighting a dinosaur and since Travis has never seen a hot girl in this series without IMMEDIATELY trying to get in her pants, he rushes off to try and ‘rescue’ the damsel. And wastes half his bullets immediately. What was that about having ‘everything you need’, mate? (The damsel, Tara, did not need rescuing and saw off the dinosaur on her own)

They get captured and taken to see Deimos. Travis uses up his last bullet shooting an orb Deimos is focusing through. In reward he…gets taken by a harem of girls to go have a bath and get changed into a proper Skartaris no-clothes outfit. Tara teaches him the local Skartaris language, and we start the never-ending quest to get Tara back to Shamballah, something Travis forgets he is supposed to be doing approximately every 5 pages.

[writingbrainrot]

Hey. Allow me to introduce myself

Member in a system (i dislike roles but i'd technically be a reluctant host)

Neurodiverse af, disabled af and qpoc af

Body is 25*

I need a body double to start writing again ;__;

We prefer discord cus pluralkit but also just easier to have all communication in one place

We suck at replying on other platforms

If you are 22-30 and want to write together and also talk about blorbos and you're accepting of someone saying "hey saying that hurts me, could you not?" And capable of saying it back when you're hurt then lesgo 👉😊👉

(Aka im ok with people making honest mistakes but not wanting to fix them and grow, that just doesn't work with where i am in life atm)

If you identify as conservative, right-wing, anarchist or communist (USSR definition, not US's weird definition that just means empathy=communist) person then please do not message me. Biological family are survivors of the genocides done by soviet so let's just spare us all the pain and not interact/gen

What we write if that's important:

We're self-published and write as diverse stories as possible, in whatever genre we feel like (the main one tends to be slice of life though) that are meant to be accessible to people currently experiencing brainfog aka what we needed and still need/lh

Potential cons of knowing us/dealbreakers depending on who you are:

•Strongly opinionated on the opinions we have solidified based on the best info we can access. Examples:

"don't be a dick, if you are being one, fix that" or "human rights are not up for negotiation" or "genocide bad regardless of who it is done on" (surprised how often i have to state these/gen) but also ones that seem silly and yet i feel strongly about like "having problematic faves". Loving barbie/disney/veggietales while wholly rejecting the companies. Trying to see things in a more nuanced way etc etc

•i'm both spiritual and scientific

•body eats meat cus traditions and health

•may disappear from time to time for a few days up to a week cus crashes happen despite our best efforts

•c-ptsd but like.... i think that's a given on this site/lh

•We're also not good people. Not the worst but not good people, we're just people.

•so many special interests, obscene amount because of above c-ptsd/masking

•oh also if you're drawn to talk to me but currently think you're NT.... you may discover you relate to me a bit too much and realise you were less NT and more ND than you thought. Many a friends have discovered their diagnoses solely by us sharing our symptoms so like, if you don't want a/another diagnosis, steer clear?/lh

•learning to unmask so we get more and more "blunt" every week

•we also like to talk, v social and we will penguin pebble because sending things to friends is fun ^__^

•when triggered, our communication dramatically gets worse and more frantic (i think this is normal but at this point i'm not sure anymore)

Fave quotes:

"Let the world we dream about be the one we live in now"

"What would you take from a burning building?

Anyone can answer that, the fire"

"I feel weak

You've never looked stronger"

"Tu fui, ego eris"

"Fortuna favet fortibus"

[the-firebird69]

Master Calendar of Trump Court Dates: Criminal and Civil Cases (justsecurity.org)

and most of this are appeals one side or the other. and trump insists we are opposed to him. we are. he wi a weak shit.

we do our son and daughters plan and it is like this

we build our versoins of kit cars super cars and have several models all are viable and fast efficent not hard to build mstly we kee the intieor and us new seats.

we make mre and more. they copy it in the perimeter. nearby too the upper midwest hey wil have sales but for them . A large amount of infighting will occur And at these places, a business and all. of them in previous sized. while it's occurring we will be sending piggyback sales of all of them. They decide to copy ours. and we will begin a massive infiltration.

### This is a new project. It is because the idea is similar, but it is. different. and it is ace in the hall. It's gonna work. They have to try and take one and you showed them doing it. We think one of them is fast and furious. Spy racers. They would take them because we're driving them around, and they want to infiltrate using them and make new ones. So they would have to have us make new ones. Copy them to try and come in. And they think that they would be doing all of this and tricking us But we would be initializing it. So far, we don't feel like copying their kit cars, and they don't sell any. So you can't really do it. We're going to have to do some form of it with Corvette. And we're hoping other cars will start up again. We have a lot of orders for. Chrysler, and we are encouraging people to order the super car We have on file only about 200. of those. But they're old, and we'd have to check. And he says that would be good if 10 of them are still interested. Do we make them? And it does work sometimes, and having a commercial with one of those 10 would be something we would do, or all 10. We're gonna go ahead with this and he says that the first ones would be down and dirty.. Like keeping the wheels and tires. Suspension and changing the real width. of the rear tires and keeping the rims.. And we would put it on our body for. shell complete. But it would be built with a wide body look and will be smooth and have no seams. People are interested in they wanna do it and. we'd most likely do replicas at first with the Ford Escort. There's a small Ferrari and it might work a lot better than the bradley gt and we see it we copy a kit car and well ok but a new one adn or replica of a largeer named formal manufacutuerer. nd good.w e ahve it. we do it now. the corvettte wont fit oon an escort. it will on a malibu. nt a bad idea. other chassis would work and they said it front drive and we ue it.

we part out cars hv chassis and will try to make some

then again he says...

If we remade the Bradley GT on the Ford Escort coupe, several forms would be. the same, I think different years. And you take the top off. And if they use metal, panels, which I don't think they do and we don't, we will. start with the Ford Bradley GT 1. and simply use Dave's technique and actually advertise And we actually need to get into that kind of media immediately. And there's other types of advertising. We'll be hiring people to go to car shows all kinds. of car shows, even muscle car shows people Helping people wanna buy it, and they'll wanna buy it right away. There's guys like me everywhere. Might not be our kind, but they make like 150 a year, and they be all over that thing. You could not. even blink fast enough. They can't afford a Corvette I can attest, but they can afford this And the wife would be on them nonstop. Don't bring that thing in here. You can't do that in there. We need it. And then. after it comes in, it's just sitting there. It's been there for a week. When are you gonna do something that works? So then I'll put it together It's taking a month Where is the hell The thing to do. Sell it. Ohh yeah, we can't go out there. All of that works to get it done. And once done, he will be chat. by his wife. to everybody and pub in town as he shows it off and beats everybody in races. with a Ford Malibu or escort.

Zues

disgusting so real. and on the money now ay he cant have on nope lol

Hera no really

and he sees it finally

and we work now

both of us

Thor Freya and we see it the rub

and now ay fun for us we do this.

Olympus

[charlotteswebbbbb]

What's the vibe #60

-Nara Lee

News

First of all...does anyone have any money? I feel like...things aren't selling out as fast as they should....

Kering offering a warning of between 40-45% drop for Q1 profits because of the lack of success of Gucci and weak demand in China - but also mentioning that Sabato's collection is not fully in stores yet (via Lauren Sherman)

"Wines & Spirits business group saw a revenue decline (-12% organic) in the first quarter of 2024. Champagne was down, reflecting the normalization of post-Covid demand." - LVMH. Does this reflect non-alcoholic change or more health focused population??

NTS (and I love you, NTS) had their first Rush party at Ministry of Sound on Saturday and it was not as full as it should have been (1/3 cap filled?). Maybe wrong club, could have been done at Venue MOT over 2 days... I see what they were doing though as London lacks venues that are comfortable for potential 1k people.

Ministry is the only club where you can buy shots from two hosts with a contactless holder and another holding a LED tray full of shots, and also the women's bathroom has hair straighteners.

What it means to have a house now:

At Salone di Milano this year, IKEA are presenting "1st" which is an interactive maze that explores the feelings of moving into your 1st home.

Alongside this, they created a zine in collaboration with Dazed, and other creators around the concept of home.

The concept of home is such an interesting one considering the statistics of today where landlords demand that the house must be in their image of white walls and no marks left and that for some stable housing is out of reach (...at least for a while)

"The Resolution Foundation think tank recently said that the most common living arrangement for an adult aged between 18 and 34 in 1997 was being in a couple with children, but now it was living with your parents." - from "First-time buyers face toughest test for 70 years" on BBC.

What does is mean if you are forced to delay this quite important life stage because of money? How does one manifest other ways of self definition within the self if you're not able to customise your shelter or showcase parts of yourself to the extremes that you want? Does the body become a place of extremities or site of customisation as a way to claw back autonomy over one's life... slightly exaggerated but maybe? But this delay means that when people do finally get stable housing they are forging their own way and own style, which loops back into the idea of prioritising your personal style in a genuine way.

CHIBUIKEM CHIMBO_ by Taiba

Went to a trend forum last week about beauty and here are my three related thoughts:

People are using hyperspecific ways of categorising self as a way of expressing loss of subculture - ie "get ready with me as I pretend I'm the girlfriend of a Italian rockstar". There's a massive fear of vulnerability or - the theme of the forum was "Fantasy" so you can bring this back to the idea of the internet being a place of fantasy for people especially people who suffer from discrimination IRL - (Black, POC, LGBTQIA+, disabled etc). Real life is unpredictable, messy. Also cities/urban landscapes being hard to penetrate socially.

Unrelated but being authentically cool is unattainable so I will be cool by copying you :) >>> the search for authentic artists right now

from @ cinnagal on insta

Lack of subculture > cycling through identities > sustainability issues > encouraging a build a bear personality > sense of self > spirituality

Best Coachella set design:

I would say, Lana Del Rey + Tyler The Creator are the two standouts.

How to age well!

Age is just a number!

"Branded HUN80 beer, energy drinks, water, and mezcal shots in commemorative glasses—“hun” is the nickname Rick has for Michèle—kept the vibe up. Just after 1 AM the food truck serving scrambled eggs and caviar sandwiches turned up to quell the crowd’s urges. At around 3 AM, after ringleading the posing and vamping from the stage, the artist Gena Marvin assumed her position on a go-go platform, her body twisting and thrashing so glamorously and sensually some of the audience just stood in awe."

Relating this back to British Food culture - a few years ago I went to this talk that Eater London put on at the Ace Hotel Shoreditch where the panellists and editors were seeking to define modern British food (in the context of restaurants). They mostly came to the conclusion that is was "the use of high quality British produce". (Alongside the question of how does this country democratise this and work with farmers to make affordable? Over the next few decades as probably the most health conscious generations grow up (Gen X, Millennials, Gen Z and Alpha), British food and exercise culture will redefine itself as we see the effects of lack of gym culture (really as an extension of body negativity), lack of knowledge and food skill and diet manifest in older generations.

Or possibly you can teach an old dog new tricks?

This relates to new life stages: This year the London Marathon has had a record of over 50k people participating and finishing. Even billionaire Jim Radcliffe who is 71 ran, finishing after 4h30m then going on to Wembley to watch the FA Cup Finals with his team Man U.

Could we see a major mindset change regarding older age in this country? Young people being less embarrassed that their mum did something like dye their hair; or an extension of the middle age where people treat it as a stage for optimisation, for producing the best work rather than when you're young and exciting (and a little naive).

People want to feel accomplished even if they haven't reached traditional markers of being married or having a house or having a baby. Their social life could technically be a mess and there can be a cost of living crisis but they can still run and achieve something, or improve their fitness.

[cant-get-no-worse]

https://www.tumblr.com/cant-get-no-worse/732991722584440832/we-should-sell-pedri-while-we-can-still-get-money i'm aware that it's a controversial stance and everyone will think i'm wack but he's one of the few players we have that we can get a profit from by selling.

it's not his fault he was overworked as a teenager but it IS a fact that he's injured often and that he takes months at a time to recover. he's fantastic when he's there but im worried that he can't be there for us most of the time when we need him

this isn't hate towards him btw just expressing a personal opinion

Not at all! On the contrary, I find it interesting and healthy to be able to talk about such topics, more so that I completely understand where you're coming from, since I've got the same worries.

To expend briefly on what you've mentionned (overworked part), I found quite interesting the declarations of Pau Torres' (player for Spanish NT).

Essentially, Torres explains that after the Euro 2021 (june - july 2021), during the Olympics (july - august 2021), the Spanish NT didn't had an adapted alimentation that high-level athletes should have. Thrown into this, you have to consider Pedri's situation : at 18, he :

he's already a regular starter for the first team and is so since he was 17 ;

during the 2020 - 2021 season, he's the player having disputed the most match, ahead of Leo Messi, Frenkie de Jong or Alba ;

he's the second youngest player to get to 50 games (18 yr 5 mths), second only to Bojan.

So you have, in the start of the 2021-2022 season, a 18 year old used to death by both his club and his national selection.

What Torres explains is that he (Torres), upon returning to Villarreal after the eventful 2021 summer (2 international tournaments, and a weak alimentation during the latest) , his coach (Emery) refused to get him back in the first group, despite Torres' insistance, arguing that he needed mandatory rest after coming back from such long international duty.

Meanwhile, guess what happens to young, juvene Pedri upon returning ? He gets one week after the Olympics, before being merrily trusted back onto the pitch because of his essentiality to the first team. Getting out of a 60+ games season, following up on a national duty and getting only one week to rest, as a 18 years old, is insanity. His injuries' history checks:

He made his debut for Barcelona in 2020. No injuries whatsoever during this 2020 - 2021 period : they only start coming on September 2021 and hardly stop.

So, with all that in mind, here's my lukewarm take : it's easy to fall on him for his supposed weakness of constitution (some players are prone to this and we know it). However, I do think that this is a 20 year old who put his health in danger during a whole ass season for both his club and national team and that he isn't prone to anything when given the time.

Imo with the recruitment we've had and players like Fermin coming up, we should let Pedri fall back into his rythm at his own pace, let him all the time he needs to recover, in other words use him mindfully. Of course Fermin isn't him but we did a stupendous match in El Clasico without him and I do think that we could work out smth like that. Alimentation and strength training in the gym are of course important but the way he's used by the club and recovery time even more so.

I do agree with you on a certain level tho; I think this 2023 - 2024 season is crucial toward this issue. If the injuries don't stay at bay then yeah, we got a Dembele/Bojan/Umtiti case, that 2020/2021 season most likely fucked him up entirely (cause in the end, that's what really is being discussed here: whether he can fully recover and go back to his previous form or if it's already too late). With our financial problems, a sale should be seriously considered, soon so that his value doesn't completely lessens — hence the whole 2023-2024 importance in my eyes. That's why for now I'm not too worried, just really curious and hopeful as to how this season will go. Hoping the coaching of Xavi, Pedri's own preparation, Fermin's development and the dynamics of the team pay off.

[fetusuae]

Fetal Medicine Specialist - A Glimpse Into A Fascinating Field Of Medicine

Pregnancy is also referred to as gestation. It is a period in which a fetus or baby grows inside the uterus of a woman. A missed menstruation cycle or period is the most common indication of a pregnancy. A few women show other indications such as weakness, back pain, and nausea. A maternal fetal medicine specialist or a fetal medicine expert is a doctor who has the expertise in helping and taking care of the women with high-risk pregnancies.

These doctors are also known as obstetricians who have also completed three additional years of training in high-risk pregnancy. Specialists for fetal medicine are also referred to as a perinatologist.

No matter if it is your very 1st pregnancy or 3rd one, hearing your obstetrician, midwife or nurse practitioner say that your pregnancy is high risk can feel concerning. High-risk pregnancy is a team that can be a symbol of a wide range of common conditions. A lot of them are associated with pre-existing conditions you may have had prior to turning out to be pregnant or conditions that you may have developed at the time of being pregnant or during delivery.

A high-risk pregnancy does not essentially signify that your pregnancy will be more challenging or difficult as compared to the pregnancy with low risks. However, at times, it does signify that you will need to have a word with a reputed and experienced maternal fetal medicine doctor in Alain and go through more monitoring as compared to a person with low-risk pregnancy.

Roles and responsibilities of a fetal medicine doctor

One will carry out routine pregnancy, non-invasive tests such as routine screening tests and ultrasound, and invasive tests such as amniocentesis and CVS (chorionic villus sampling)

One will help keep an eye on a pregnant woman who may fall at high risk of developing pre-eclampsia

One will help manage the prevailing conditions of a pregnant mom such as hypertension or diabetes

One will provide routine antenatal care for the ones with high-risk pregnancies

Tests that a pregnant woman has to go through in routine during pregnancy

The very 1st test is to confirm a pregnancy. It is simple urine pregnancy test that can be carried out with the help of a general kit at home, or it can even be performed at a lab. You will also need to go through checking the Beta HCG levels in a laboratory. After this, a woman goes through a transvaginal scan, which is also referred to as a dating scan, to check for the position of the embryo.

The doctor can find out whether the implantation has taken place and check for the fetal heartbeat by means of a transvaginal scan. In general, this scan takes place between four to six weeks of gestation.

The following are the two pregnancy tests:

Screening Tests

Confirmatory Tests

Screening tests help to find out the risk of recognizing a genetic abnormality or chromosomal abnormality with the help of ultrasound tests or blood tests. Screening tests are non-invasive tests, at the same time as confirmatory tests are invasive tests.

Let us begin with screening tests that are carried out as per the gestation period.

Combined 1st Trimester Screening (NT Scan and Double Marker)

In order to measure the biochemical approximation of two parameters – Beta HCG and pregnancy-associated plasma protein-A (PAPP-A), combined 1st trimester screening is carried out. This screening is performed along with an ultrasound examination of Nuchal Translucency (NT). Depending on the age and level of PAPP-A, Beta HCG, and NT, the risk is projected with the help of making use of Astria or Lifecycle platforms. It is carried out from 11 - 13.6 weeks of gestation. The sensitivity and specificity for this testing are 85% - 90%.

Quadruple Marker Test

In general, a quadruple marker test is carried out between fifteen to eighteen weeks of gestation. The specialist for maternal fetal medicine normally checks four biomarkers:

Inhibin A,

Estriol (uE3),

Human Chorionic Gonadotropin (HCG), and

Alpha-fetoprotein (AFP)

Depending on the levels of these biomarkers, the test can help evaluate the risk for Trisomy 13, 18, 21, and NTD (Neural Tube Defects).

Non-Invasive Prenatal Testing

Also known as NIPS (non-invasive prenatal screening) non-invasive prenatal testing helps to screen chromosomal aneuploidies. It is a plain blood test that a pregnant woman can go through from the tenth weeks of gestation. The specificity and sensitivity of NIPS for Trisomy21 are more than 99% at the same time as the specificity and sensitivity for Trisomy 13 and 18 are 93% - 95%. For sex chromosomes, the specificity and sensitivity are 85%.

TIFFA(Targeted Imaging for Fetal Anomalies)

Every pregnant woman goes through a thorough head-to-toe checkup of the fetus around the eighteenth week of gestation. An expert for fetal medicine checks for structural abnormality in a fetus by making use of an ultrasound. TIFFA scan is normally carried out from 18 - 23 weeks of gestation. Every major organ is imagined and inspected in this scan. This scan is also used to find out congenital anomalies such as movement of the fetus, septum defects, clubfoot, and a lot more.

If any of the test mentioned above are high risk, invasive testing such as amniocentesis or CVS (chorionic villus sampling) is recommended to a pregnant woman.

Amniocentesis - It is an ultrasound-guided invasive procedure. A fetal medicine expert initially checks for the position of the fetus by making use of an ultrasound, and about 20 ml of amniotic fluid is gathered with the help of a sterile syringe. Amniocentesis is carried out from sixteen to eighteen weeks of gestation. There is a risk for miscarriage from one to two percent.

CVS (Chorionic Villus Sampling) - It is an ultrasound-guided invasive procedure. An expert for fetal medicine collects a sample either from the abdomen or from the cervix, known as transcervical, known as transabdominal. It is carried out from ten to twelve weeks gestation. Chorionic villus sampling can be performed in order to find out any type of chromosomal aneuploidies or for any single-gene disorders such as Thalassemia. There is a risk for miscarriage from one to two percent. This is for the reason that this is an invasive procedure.

Will all my future pregnancies be high risk?

Having a high-risk pregnancy does not signify that all your future pregnancies will be deemed high risk as well. You may have a fetal complication to take place in one pregnancy that would not be in another, and certain health conditions may change in the fullness of time.

However, if you have had a pregnancy that ended in preterm delivery, you are at greater risk or having preterm labor at the time of your next pregnancy. If this takes place, your obstetric provider will manage the pregnancy with the help of medication, and a specialist for maternal fetal medicine will keep an eye on the cervical length with ultrasound surveillance.

Ultimately, the most important thing to keep in mind regarding having a high-risk pregnancy is that your specialists for maternal fetal medicine and OB/GYN have the experience and knowledge necessitated to keep you and your baby as healthy as possible. If you are also in search of a specialist for maternal fetal medicine near me, look no further than visiting Mothers and Fetuses!

[clowns-fc]

This is a Mexico NT propaganda blog and I’m not even ashamed

[guava-jarritos]

well today was... certainly a day

[pepprs]

ok this is kinda long n... Outta Nowhere i guess but i suddenly want 2 just like. Say this for some reason idk. but like if anybody ever needs anyone 2 talk 2 abt like.... Loneliness or Anxiety or any kinda uncomfy social stuff like that (esp in terms of college but u kno Any Setting works).. u can talk 2 me n im here for u. bc like im not Unique in my experiences but all semester i felt rly lonely / disconnected on campus n that feeling was a huge heavy weight on me up until kinda recently n like.... it’s still not perfect but im trying 2 get better !!!! n i feel like all week ive been reflecting on it but Also hearin from some friends / Peers who r kinda goin thru the same thing in a sense or who r worried abt it happening 2 them someday n like... for a while i thought it was just a Me thing and in a lot of ways it mcfuckign Is bc everyones situation is so unique but it’s also like..... idk 2day i realized that a lot of ppl go thru that Loneljness and it rly fuckin sucks ! and like i didn’t realize i guess how many other ppl cope w that every day n struggle w social anxiety n stuff?? but maybe we can fix that by like helping each other???? idk where im rly goin w this or where it even Came from and i need 2 go 2 bed dkfjskkfjf but ive been thinkin abt it all day n i just. want u all 2 know that whatever ur facing (whether it’s loneliness or smth else completely unrelated) im in ur corner sendin u good happy thoughts, and everything’s gonna b ok!!! im Certifiably the worst @ replying 2 ppl and stuff but my inbox is always open n im here for anybody who needs someone 2 talk 2 i guess djfsbkfjskekek ♥️💗♥️💕💝💖💓💖💖 i hope u all have a restful n relaxing weekend n that the coming week is kind 2 u!!!