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tatsumaki and saiki are sooo cousins to me.
tatsumaki sometimes levitates just to be taller than him. kusuo is one of the only people who actually thinks of her as old. they are so annoyed all the time. they are both smug dipshits and have power beyond your comprehension. tatsu can kill bugs for him . do you get it do you
#is there a target audience for this post#actually im the target audience#i wrote this post so late at night it doesn’t even have like half of the substance it could#does anyone else see it tho#like idk tatsumaki could help kusuo learn how to control his powers without the artificial limiter#kusuo could help her chill the fuck out or something#saiki k#opm
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my sis to me yesterday: it's good that you don't drink a monster ultra every day now ☝️😌
Don't you smoke ?? Girl wha-
#it's ALWAYS the smokers and other substance abusers going on about how uhealthy artificial sugars or energy drinks are HELP#baking nonsense woof woof
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i’m trying so hard to enjoy and get into First Kill but a new generic sounding indie pop song that adds nothing to the narrative or atmosphere plays every ten seconds and it’s driving me bonkers. who thought gorging this show on bland pop songs constantly was a good idea? it’s so bizarre. such a bad choice. it pulls me out of the submersion. and there’s never enough time b/w songs to ever feel fully immersed.
#maybe it’s simply a byproduct from all of these scenes barely having any content or character portrayal in them.#they have to inject pop songs into every moment to provide some artificial feeling of entertainment.#i WANT to like this show b/c it’s gay twilight but i’m not even halfway through ep one and i’m desperately trying to get through it.#it’s not even a fun bad light twilight is. it’s just shallow hollow substance bad.#it’s like. the main character drives to school with their best friend and it’s our first time seeing them together and instead of#hearing them have some fun convo that helps set the tone for their dynamic/relationship the show said#‘‘i know just the thing’’ and had them lip sync to a country song!!? theres no escape#J: text#J: watches#J: watches First Kill#*edit: fun bad like twilight
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#this is really a confession of artist who had cheated#like confession of professional athletes who had cheated#he’s Jose canseco of rockers.#and that means their music is great but they don’t deserve to be compared with those who did not use drugs.#if our society thinks it’s great that performers get high to meet our expectation then we are better off with artificial intelligence#I have concluded that performers on substance are not just hurting their own health but they’re betraying peers and defrauding public#taiwantalk
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The most dangerous addiction on earth, not drugs, but it's artificial sweeteners!
It's been said there are more medical problems today than ever before in human history.
Even with all the medical advancements that prolong life we seem to have more ailments than ever before.
This can be caused by a person's genetic make-up, lifestyle behaviours, exposure to toxic substances, and some think ingestion of artificial sweeteners.
I mean, global eating habits have changed since the 1800's, because that's when artificial sweeteners first entered the food industry, and human beings first started ingesting them.
Since then human health has taken a back seat to health itself, and all sorts of ailments have been manifesting that never before had, all associated with heightened motivation to eat more, because now we could with a addition of artificial sweeteners.
We thought being overweight and overeating were a thing of the past...
It was a big profiteering boom to the food industry, not so good for human health.
The human bodies biological mechanisms are not really designed to process artificial sweeteners. Although many rodent studies have assessed the metabolic effects of artificial sweeteners are just fine for humans to ingest, but humans aren't rodents. Rodents can eat rancid grease and spoiled garbage and won't get sick, humans not-so-much.
I've also found it difficult to find any long-term studies on humans taking artificial sweeteners.
The majority of short term clinical studies performed thus far report no significant effects, and no beneficial effects either, which is perplexing knowing it's a billion dollar industry selling to almost every household in the world, and most studies were limited?
I mean clearly, further well-controlled, long-term human studies investigating the effects of different artificial sweeteners and their impact on the human biology mechanisms, are warranted one would think!
It's like since there is no evidence of anyone ever dying directly linked to artificial sweeteners, the studies are routinely speeded through as SAFE TO EAT.
I have diabetes type two, and I keep it maintained, and I ingest natural sugar, not any artificial sweeteners,........ and I did at first, but started to NOT feel normal, and was tired all the time, weak and sluggish all the time when all my sweets were artificial sweeteners.
Soon as I stopped the artificial sweeteners and went back to regular natural sugar I started to feel much better, and I don't ingest a lot of natural sugar, less than 60 grams a day, but I do feel 100% better,.......... so that's just me, and we are all slightly different, but artificial sweeteners make the majority of people think they can ingest more foods than they normally would it is reported.
Not to mention there are all kinds of start-up research studies on the possible connection between artificial sweeteners and cancer, but none substantiated due to no one willing to further fund the research to prove the connection, not even government grants.
It's almost like artificial sweeteners are sooooo profitable, no one wants to rock the boat to capsize the profiteering process.
Ya see, When we eat sugar, it moves from the digestive system into the bloodstream, increasing our blood sugar levels. Then the pancreas has the job of secreting hormones (such as insulin) into the blood to regulate our blood sugar levels. The pancreas is like a factory that turns sugars into something our bodies can use, and the factory slows down when the sugar or sweetener does not give us much energy. Artificial sweeteners do not increase blood sugar levels or insulin production, like real sugars do, and this causes the pancreas to respond 'differently' to the artificial sugars, because they give the pancreas nearly nothing to respond to. The consumption of artificial sweeteners can therefore lead to abnormal pancreas functioning and insulin levels, in addition to changes in other functions that affect our metabolism, which put us at risk for who knows what else, because we don't know how many people have died from other things artificial sweeteners changed in our normal body biology.
Just sayin, gut microbiota react differently to artificial sweeteners than to real sugar, and we are just now finding out gut microbiota have a myriad of positive functions, including energy recovery from metabolism of nondigestible components of foods, protection of a host of pathogenic invasion, and modulation of the immune system. When gut microbiota changes we have opened the floodgates to all sorts of things that can happen health wise.
Hey, we all have choices in our lives, I quit the artificial sweeteners addiction and I'm feeling better that I have in a long time, and it's not easy, but I'm worth it I'm thinking.
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An AI-penned taught political science thriller about a secret debate over whether or not to classify toxins and poisons as "controlled substances." Except because it's a dumb idea, it's not actually all that taught of a thriller.
#bad idea#movie pitch#pitch and moan#ai#artificial intelligence#controlled substances#controlled substances act#united states law#political thriller#science#drugs#poison#toxin#drama#thriller#legislation#wga#wga strong#wga strike#wga strike 2023#writers strike 2023#writers strike
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Novel AI tool may help predict community deaths from opioid addiction using social media posts
- By Nuadox Crew -
Stony Brook University researchers created TrOP (Transformer for Opioid Prediction), an artificial intelligence model that forecasts opioid death rates using social media language and prior opioid-related mortality data.
The tool may forecast opioid-related fatalities considerably more precisely than standard approaches used by academics and physicians by evaluating changes in Twitter language from 2011 to 2017, along with prior mortality data.
With a 3% absolute mean percent error, TrOP predicted real yearly mortality rates within 1.15 fatalities per 100,000 individuals.
The authors suggest such could be used to improve community assessments and assist professionals and community leaders in preparing for and identifying U.S. regions where there is likely to be an increase in mortality.
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Source: Stony Brook University
Full study: Matero, M., Giorgi, S., Curtis, B. et al. Opioid death projections with AI-based forecasts using social media language. npj Digit. Med. 6, 35 (2023). https://doi.org/10.1038/s41746-023-00776-0
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#predictive analytics#ai#artificial intelligence#usa#health#public health#health tech#opioid crisis#substance abuse#drugs#data science#social media#twitter
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This Isn't Real
This Isn’t Real
I never thought I’d do it; I’ve resisted for years.
John has strongly hinted for quite some time that he wanted to make the change, but I’ve been adamant.
Until this year.
We finally succumbed to buying a fake Christmas tree.
Granted, I romanticize the wonder of buying a real tree. When we lived in Wisconsin, we’d drive out in the country to a tree farm and wander up and down aisles of…
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#artificial trees#Bible#Christmas trees#Dayle Rogers#God#Jsus#ornaments#phonies#rejection#substance over appearance.#This Isn&039;t Real#Tip of My Iceberg#truth
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OF APES AND ARTISTS
OF APES AND ARTISTS
“Adventures are all very well in their place, but there’s a lot to be said for regular mealsand freedom from pain.” ―Fantasy writer Neil Gaiman
This cartoon was inspired by a visit to the gorilla exhibit at a nearby zoo.
While I’m sure the gorillas in the exhibit are well cared for, they sure didn’t look happy. There was no silverback doing nothing nor youngsters getting into everything…
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#alienation#artificial#artists#confession#female gaze#gorillas#mental health#predatory entrepreneurs#silverback#social hierarchy#sublimation#substance abuse#suffering#symbiosis#zoo
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Hollow is a portrait of an artificial Dutch island. It is shaped like a ring dike and serves as a dumping ground for contaminated sludge from Dutch waters that contain toxic substances. By Tanja Engelberts
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Say what you wanna about the legacy of vox machina across exandria, but fucking NOBODY is haunting the narrative like Percival “I made the world’s first gun (with help from a demon (and then the idea was taken and copied by an unethical scientist who sold the plans and spread the invention worldwide, leading to artillery-based warfare))” Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski “my family’s estate is the sole-exporter of an extremely rare substance with untold magic-enhancing power (and when control of our home was taken from us by force that powerful substance made it into the hands of dangerously unethical magic users determined to use it to increase their own considerable magical power (and also to experiment on young and impressionable mages to attempt to increase their power artificially))” de Rolo III
#critical role#vox machina#percy de rolo#the mighty nein#c2 Spoilers#cr2 spoilers#orthax#percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii#residuum#c1 spoilers#cr1 spoilers
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cw stepcest; MDNI
when it comes to you, luke is not the best at being sneaky.
he was able to be both light and quick on his feet when at camp half blood. sometimes, he'll manage to successfully sneak throughout the house, or past your parents bedroom on the way to yours. but as soon as he gets outside of your door, his overeager attitude clouds his logic and his feet always step on the land mime. no matter how light and gentle he was, his feather-like approach was no match for the creak in the floorboard.
in result, you're always expecting him. preparing yourself by closing your book or finishing the video on your phone, stowing everything away for later and sitting with your weight leaned back on your hands. you'll click the bedside light off whenever he clicks the door shut behind him. you throw the sheets off as he tosses his shirt off.
and then there's the anticipation.
mutual refusal to take each other under your clothes. two young adults subjected to repressed bumping and grinding like you have never done anything more with other people.
but you aren't other people. you share a home. in some ways you share a parent, despite how often you both try to convince yourself that step siblings don't count.
still, you play it safe.
you spread your legs for luke, your panties tight and sheer, giving him a glimpse of what he could have if he took the extra step. your nipples greet him through the thin fabric of your tee shirt. he'll graze his fingers over the buds, grind his crotch into yours, even lick you through the thin materials, trying to have anything without crossing a boundary that could never be redrawn.
he's never seen you under your clothes, and you him. you let your imagination run wild when you hungrily take in his bare torso. you'll run into him outside of the shower sometimes, him coming out as you go in, and his towel will hang so low on his hips that you'll pray for it to naturally fall and neither of you would be at fault. it would be a happy accident.
just like the day you eventually both lose your inhibitions, maybe artificially lowered by some substance inebriating both of you, and then you'll finally claim each other in ways you've desired since first meeting only a few months ago.
but until that day, you'll take what you can have in the secret moments at night.
luke's hands on either side of your head, his face buried in the crook of your neck and held there by your nails tangled in his still-wet curls. your crotches flush against each other as best as they could be despite the layers in between. luke rock hard and you soaking wet, both of you grinding into the other with quiet moans leaving your lips. lips desperate to be touched by the others.
#lukesworld!#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan x you#luke castellan smut#luke castellan#celeste writes pjo#cw stepcest
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the sinners visit a 24-hour convenience store
rodya was trying to unionize everyone in the pursuit of snacks and got pretty close (outis will NEVER acquiesce to such tomfoolery)
charon just pulls over anyway
she wants a slushie
verg isn't going to say no to charon
they're getting slushies.
fifteen people enter this convenience store all at once with the kind of dazed look you can only get upon seeing rows and rows of bright fluorescent lights and Products after being in a moving vehicle for 48 hours straight
faust just starts talking to the cashier, who is wholly unprepared to deal with [Insufferable, Chronic Lassitude]. she's just telling them information.
don quixote has never heard of an inside voice and she's not going to start now
BEHOLD, MINE COMRADES! I SHALL TAKE UPON THE CHALLENGE OF SAMPLING EACH FLAVOR OF SLUSH, AND REPORT MY FINDINGS!
she immediately gets brain freeze and is loud about that too
yi sang and hong lu are examining packaged snacks together
hong lu is reading off the ingredient labels and saying things like "oh, grandmother never allowed me to eat things that had artificial dyes in them!"
yi sang is just kinda there, concerned about hong lu's statements but too overwhelmed by the lights and colors to say anything of substance
ryoushuu is openly shoplifting
rodya gets her pile of snacks and then decides to bother gregor because she's bored again now
gregor is trying to buy cigarettes
greg babe look they got that delta 8 stuff! you wanna give it a try?
gregor is fully pretending he does not know her
he mouths "i'm sorry" to the cashier
outis is watching dante like a hawk
executive manager we must remain vigilant against threats to your person at all times, especially when the chance of an ambush against us seems low
dante has never been in a convenience store that they can remember...? but they're pretty sure outis is taking this a little too seriously
heathcliff is sizing up the hot food display
dunno what kind of madman would be too keen on eating these sad oily chips but scran's scran
he offers some to hong lu who has since wandered over
hong lu has never had chips/fries before and has no idea that you eat them with your hands
mistake.
it's a mess.
sinclair is waiting anxiously for his turn with the slushie machine as meursault methodically fills a huge cup with every single flavor they have
ishmael quickly got her preferred snacks and now is waiting passive-aggressively for everyone else to be done
the poor cashier has to come face to face with a fucking color fixer while this rodeo is occurring, because it's technically a company expense
vergilius saunters up to the counter to pay for all this crap, looking miserable and homicidal
charon got a cherry slush. red. same as verg. happy.
so it's not all bad.
it isn't until they've gotten back onto the bus and started driving that dante says <wait>
<where's yi sang?>
they find yi sang sitting in the parking lot, placidly eating a slushie of his own
the artificial watermelon flavor, cold and crisp underneath the moonlight... it has a certain charm.
ok grandpa let's get you to bed.
ryoushuu's haul includes three lighters, beef jerky, extra-strength headache medicine, root beer candy, and a large spider that was in the parking lot, which she is planning to release into faust's vicinity next time faust pisses her off
hong lu promptly gets sick from eating the disgusting fries.
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It's easy to see how chemophobia became so widespread to the point that companies advertise their products as containing "only ingredients you can pronounce." It's wretched that this spawned the antivax movement and other similar movements, but there are incredibly good historical reasons behind WHY people are terrified of "chemicals."
Reasons like: Agent Orange, DDT, Superfund sites, any of a wide range of incidents where chemical companies—in many cases, knowingly—poisoned people and communities because Number Go Up. History has shown again and again that companies do not give a fuck about ruining people's lives exposing them to toxic substances.
Unfortunately these people live in a world where EVERYTHING around them contains ingredients they can't pronounce and there is very little knowledge of basic chemistry, and a person has no choice but to either develop life-altering paranoia about contamination, or just settle into a sense of (naive?) security about the Chemicals in the world around them.
So these powerful cultural memories (and totally rational distrust of Bayer, DuPont, and Monsanto) have been hijacked to Sell Product (No chemicals! Ingredients you can pronounce! All Natural! Organic!) and/or been channeled into some horrible and ultimately baseless movements that, these days, form a pipeline straight into fascism.
Alex Jones' anxiety about chemicals "turning the freakin' frogs gay" is part of The Anxiety about a world that is now made of ingredients we can't pronounce. Our world is now made of very different physical stuff than the world of our ancestors, and it makes total sense for panicky reactionaries to blame sexualities, genders, religions, and ways of existence they don't understand on the strange, unprecedented "chemicals" that have intruded into the material components of the world around them.
The material changes to our lives mesh quite nicely with the paranoia of fascism. People, without any scientific expertise that would inform them, decide that "natural" things are good and "artificial" things are bad, and this leads people to reject very simple, comprehensible, and well-understood processes like "heating something up, but not quite to boiling, and letting it cool down" (pasteurization) in favor of "contracting bovine tuberculosis."
But it's not that natural is good and artificial is bad, it's that natural is, at least in theory, understandable, and artificial is bound only to the laws that tell DuPont it must disclose what is in a product being sold and test the product for harms to human and animal life—and the power of those laws to actually control DuPont. Hemlock and nightshade can be recognized and avoided, but a Product emerges from an Amazon Prime box in a curiously sterile afterbirth of plastic and foam, stinking of acrid VOC's that some people enjoy in the form of the "new car smell."
And we know that nature has no shortage of things that kill us that we CAN'T readily detect with our senses, like lead and uranium, but before mining for coal and metals ripped open our Earth and pumped thousands upon thousands of tons of toxic waste up from its depths, any given creek or patch of dirt in Eastern Kentucky was at least less likely to be dangerously toxic and radioactive.
This definitely fuels the blind and often dangerous urge to go back to a time when things were "simpler." It lubricates the slide down into reactionary bigotry a little bit, this abundance of ways the world has gone Wrong and has been irreparably changed.
It gets harder and harder to say "No, natural is not always good/bad, no, unnatural is not always good/bad" and be listened to. Our world is far, far harder to understand now in some ways, but we have to try, and that's a hard sell.
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Title: A Departure.
Commissioned by the very lovely @ohsotearful.
Pairing: Yandere!Scaramouche x Reader (Genshin).
Word Count: 1.3k.
TW: Spoilers For Sumeru's Story Quest, Unhealthy Relationships, Mentions of Physical/Psychological Abuse, Themes of Forced Codependence, and Maladaptive Coping Mechanisms.
You arrived at the door of his shrine with no less than a dozen guards in tow – an even mix of Fatui soldiers and Akademiya matra. The most brazen among them attempted to follow you inside, but you dismissed them with a quick shake of your head, a pointed look to the more senior members of the mismatched legion. This was a well-trodden routine, by now, although one you never dared to come with the same entourage more than once. Your husband’s recent distance had not softened his jealous edge, and although you weren’t fond of those most complicit in the newest stage of your captivity, no mortal crime could be worthy of the wrath of such a violent god.
Your footsteps echoed – clipped and solitary – against the bare walls of the stone chamber. The architects of his divinity have already been sent away for the night, leaving you alone with the half-finished mess of wires and metal that was your husband’s fixation. The Shouki no Kami, you could remember the Doctor calling it during his first visits to your estate. A ridiculous name for a ridiculous machine that would only serve the ego of a ridiculous man. Bile rose into the back of your throat at the sight alone, but you swallowed your anger. He’d never been able to react to your rage with anything but his own.
You paused at the monstrosity’s feet, and his voice came to you – reverberating in the back of your mind like the final tones of a chapel bell. “Beloved,” he whispered in the back of your mind, sending a pang of pure agony through your skull. “You aren’t supposed to—”
“I will not hold a conversation with a mumbling voice.” You cut him off swiftly, teeth grit and eyes narrowed. “Either I will speak to my husband's face or I will not speak to him at all.”
A moment passed without a response. Then, stiltedly, one of his monstrosity’s hands tore free from its scaffolding, lowering itself to the ground beside you. With some reluctance, you stepped into his palm and allowed him to raise you to the frontmost panel of his abomination. You refused to call it a face, because to call it a face would be to admit it was his face, which would be to admit that this strange machine was in any way an extension of him. The metallic panel raised and disappeared into some unseen cavity, revealing the hollow, unit chamber behind it. Revealing your husband.
Or, rather, revealing the mess he’d made of himself.
He had never been the pinnacle of beauty, but his pale skin now seemed bleached and colorless, his lithe form limp and crumpled. Glass tubes filled with a pulsing, violet substance had been drilled into the nape of his neck, the base of his spine, the curves of his shoulder bones, and the smile he paid you as he came into view was labored, a fight against some artificial exhaustion. Before you could think better of it, you stepped out of his palm and into his chamber, falling to your knees beside him and wrapping your arms around his neck. “You are,” You pressed your lips into his temple. “the biggest idiot,” Then again, into his cheek, the curve of his jaw. “I have ever met.”
He let out an airy chuckle, melting into your chest. “It used to take a vat of water and thirty minutes of electrocution to make you kiss me like that.”
You ignored the phantom rope that coiled around your lungs at the reminder of the first decades of your relationship. You tried to think of it as little as you could, but his vision had always been more rose-colored than your own. “Can’t I show my husband affection?” You raked your fingers through his hair, resting your lips against his forehead. “It’s not as if I’ll be able to kiss the metal coffin you’re locking yourself inside.”
Another laugh, this one more labored than the last. “You could, if you wanted to. Just wait until it’s finished. It’ll be more glorious than you could possibly imagine – a vessel befitting of the most powerful archon this wretched world has ever bowed to.” He attempted to straighten, only to collapse under his own weight. “It’ll be an improvement to this form, at least.”
“I quite like your current form. It’s only a shame it has to house such a rotten personality.” You looked outward, to his empty shrine. At the time of your last visit to Inazuma (meaning, at the time of your last successful escape from your husband), his creator had still been locked inside a similar cage, or so another yokai had told you over bottles of sake and a game of cards. That visit had been one of your shortest. He knew you too well, by then, and it’d only taken him a few weeks to realize you’d run where you always would - home. “I suppose I’ll be left in the care of your doctor, when you’re finished.”
His response was immediate, purely reactive; a sudden snarl paired with a flash of bared teeth. “Dottore should be thankful to so much as breathe your air. You’ll be the paramour of a god.”
“I’ll be left alone while you turn yourself into a monster.” Your voice was hollow, distant. Even now, months into his transformation, it was difficult to describe the flavor of your devastation. He’d taken you from the place where you belonged and kept you as a trophy. He’d denied you any companionship aside from himself and cut away parts of your world until it revolved solely around him. He tucked dried flowers into the letters he wrote you near-obsessively whenever he couldn’t be at your side. He carved open your skin then demanded you keep your own mutilation out of his sight. He used to read you myths and fairy tales for hours every night, when human language was still foreign to your tongue. He was the closest thing to a friend you’d ever had.
And he was leaving you.
You wondered, briefly, if this was how he felt whenever you tried to get away from him, but discarded the thought quickly. It was your heart that ached the most in the wake of his betrayal, and your husband never did have one of those.
“I can’t remember the last time I was on my own,” you admitted, a pained smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “I won’t ask you to stop. It’s just, when you’re done, I—” The air snagged in your throat. You inhaled sharply, then rested your head on his shoulder. “I’d like your permission to return to Inazuma, my lord.”
Silenced lapse, thick and heavy, between you. He was the closest thing you had to a friend, which meant he knew just how where to plant his knife and, more significantly, just how to twist the blade.
“No.” Stern, stiff, unyielding. Rather than softening over the centuries you’d spent together, he only seemed to grow more callous. “There’s nothing for you, there. You’ll stay here, with me, and I will rule this rotting land with you at my side.”
You opened your mouth, prepared to protest, to argue the way you hadn’t since the first years of your imprisonment, but closed it just as quickly. You buried your face in the crook of your neck, and your husband let you, eager to soak in the touch you so often denied him. Fire, despair, anger bit and thrashed inside of you, but it was all you could do to hold him, to keep him near.
It was all you could do to think of what you would become, after he was taken away from you.
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