#I can’t feel things in moderation and I can’t regulate at all when I’m tired like this
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i literally just came across your blog, but i like speed-read through your stuff so far, and you sound so fun?? akdljhfkajshfdsj like genuinely. anyway! so, i’d like to ask to participate? i’m a young adult, female and NSFW are fine if you have any ideas ^^
(this is a warning that this might end up really long ;-;)
Gender: female
Pronouns: she/her
Male or female character: straight, so preferably male, but this is for fun, so if you think a female would fit better, go ahead! i really don't mind ^^
Which fandom: BSD
Personality: i guess i should start with the generic MBTI? i’m either an INTP or INFP, depending on my mood – i’ve also been mistaken for an extrovert plenty of times, so there’s that ;w;
when i’m meeting new people, i’m pretty friendly, and i make friends with mANY different types of people. i’m perfectly fine with the idea of talking with strangers on a day to day basis, so i’m fairly confident in that regard. i do get tired easily, tho, in a social settling.
i don’t tend to talk more when i make friends with someone? i make more jokes, sure, and i speak a little more freely, but, in general, i think i talk less when i’m around my friends. not because i feel like i can’t express my thoughts; i just prefer to listen, rather than talk. not to say we don’t have chaotic moments together, i’m just. yeah, a listener XD
i’ve been told that i’m very easy to open up to. i try my best to make whoever it is i’m talking to, comfortable and heard – and i do pride myself on being a nonjudgemental person – so it makes sense.
i’m pretty cheerful! i don’t get upset very easily, and i’m very easy-going. like, i don’t think i’v ever had a fight with friends. i’m very much the mediator, if i’m even involved in any drama (VERY rare). although, i’m a bit more subdued around my family, i’m also the same around them.
i’m VERY empathetic, but i don’t come across as that, because i’m not a very emotional person (usually a stereotype of empathetic people). i feel a lot, but i regulate them well and don’t express much. i worry a lot about other people, probably a little too much, actually, and, in that, i tend to ignore my own problems.
to deal with the stress, i take care of other people? like, i’ll cook dinner, send messages, send care packages, that sort of thing? my love language is CLEARLY acts of service and/or gift giving. i just prefer doing things for people, rather than people having do things for me; i feel very awkward about it (not that i don’t appreciate it!! i just don’t know what to do TwT). i’d love for physical affection to be one of my love languages, tho!! i’m working on it (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑
i get stressed really easily, and i don’t cope with it very well. i don’t take it out on others, i just turn inwards, if that makes sense. i hate vulnerability, in myself, so i simply pretend like i’m perfectly fine (not to sound edgy lmao). i believe it, for the most part, tho i am trying to get better at being more open. i am a bit of an anxious person, i admit, and me and my friends joke about it, as all friends do ;w;
i’m creative and analytical! love making things, and love analysing media. tho, i am a bit critical of both my own and others work. i just have high standards, man. i am a bit of a thinker, as in, i contemplate the deep stuff, and i like discussing things like that, in moderate amounts ;w;
i like to think i have a good sense of humour XD i'm witty, and i make my friends laugh a lot, and catch acquaintances off-guard.
i’m also quite brave?? that sounds really weird to say, but i am. maybe it’s a bit of stupidity as well, but if someone needs help, i just? help them? like, even if that requires me scaling up scaling up a dodgy cliff or something.
i feel a bit dull as a person, actually, because i spend a lot of my energy trying to reflect the best of someone back at them, so i feel like i haven’t fully developed, if that makes sense. that’s something i’m working on, too hehe
anyway! now that i’ve spilled my guts in this, i will now apologise for it being so long!!
Any hobbies: creative writing, reading (both fiction and non-fiction), producing (music) and singing (choir heck y e a h – tho on a seriously note, i do really enjoy singing, and i’ve been told by people that i have a very sweet voice (i hold that very close to my heart akjldhfkjashdf)), learning languages (right now trying to increase my Japanese vocab and introducing myself to Korean :D), trying to learn how to dance because i SUCK, cooking (best compliment is being told i’m a great cook), i dabble in art a little, since i’ve always been drawn to art, i love a good day trip outside, anything from hiking to the beach!
Appearance: i’m 175cm and have a pretty slim build. tho, i’m getting back into exercising (after injuring myself and not being able to continue my sport :,) and now i’m too far behind in skill to do it ;-;) because i’ve lost a bit of muscle. i’m half-Japanese, half-Caucasian, so typical dark brown hair (pretty long, my dude), tho my eyes are quite a light brown (i frickin love my eyes you actually don’t understand).
my style has gotten progressively more feminine as i get older, and i’m liking it. generally, either i have an art kid style or why are you wearing that that looks horrible. or some light dresses!
Aesthetic: soft or tough, no in between
Any problems you struggle with, whether it be mental or physical: probably have ADHD, but i don’t have the means to get it diagnosed ^^;
i literally wrote so much, and i know you said that the more the better, but!! adfjjsdhf if you did get to the end, thank you so much ;w; i hope you're having or had an amazing day!!
Aaaa hihi!! You seem so cool :3 It took me a while to find someone good to match you with and I was completely forgetting sigma existed .... I feel like you guys are made for eachother
Sigma
Your guy's first meeting was surprisingly not that awkward
At least for Sigma's standards
You guys struck up a conversation pretty easily, and he seemed really chill, but was incredibly anxious on the inside
He was so insecure
"oh my god what if she thinks I'm weird?? Did I say something wrong?? She's so pretty what do I do oh my god help" - His thoughts when you two first met
Although as you two continued talking, he definitely started to warm up a lot more
He was baffled at how kind you were compared to his first impression of you (terrified and anxious)
(He thought you were super intimidating because of how pretty you were and he got all flustered and froze up)
That was probably the most comfortable he's felt while talking to someone before though
Like he genuinely adores you
You're his safe space :3
Loves how cheerful you are, it always makes him feel less stressed out
Sometimes asks you to help mediate fights in the casino
When you start taking care of him and helping him he's so grateful
And confused
Why are you doing this for him? He doesn't deserve it
(he does)
Once he catches on though, he 100% tries to help you too
I mean, he was already trying to do that from the start, but now he's extra worried about you
I feel like you guys would be really similar with coping so when he feels stressed he likes to do stuff for you and when you're stressed you do stuff for him and usually when one of you is stressed the other is too so you guys kind of end up taking care of eachother
This relationship would definitely a good learning experience<3
Both of you struggle with vulnerability, just in different ways
He tries to help you to open up more, and he begins to feel more comfortable doing so as well
He likes your analytical side because it helps him think more rationally rather than a spur of the moment anxious decision he made last minute
Always goes to you for advice, but feels guilty in doing so because he feels like he's being a bother and he should be more independent :(
He's amazed and so touched at how far you'll go to help others
That's probably one of his favorite things about you :3
Although he loves everything about you
He listens to your music all the time, and asks if he can listen to some unreleased stuff because it makes him feel special
Like it was made just for him <333
HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT IF YOU EVER SANG HIM TO SLEEP
He would probably cry tbh
Happy tears
Loves your voice so much, it immediately calms him down whenever he's having an anxiety attack or is just feeling down or insecure
Definitely tries to learn Korean with you
I feel like he'd know Greek, so if you were ever open to the idea he would LOVE to teach you :3
You guys both suck at dancing it's okay
He thinks dancing is really romantic (depending on the type of dance) but is also super embarrassed to actually try to learn how to dance
His insecurities get the best of him
But if you ever asked, he would try to learn for you <3333 (/with you)
NSFW BELOW THE CUT
He's either a needy sub or a soft dom
When he doms he's so so so soft
Loves telling you everything he loves about you and how amazing you are
When he subs.... He's still so so so soft
Physically and emotionally
His hair feels like cotton candy
It's almost a guarantee that he will start to cry
LOVES being praised by you
But is too shy to ask :(
He feels like he doesn't deserve it
Be careful if you praise him too much though he might have a breakdown
He's loud, but tries to be quieter so he can hear your noises better <3
Because like I said, he adores your voice
Either way, dom or sub, he just wants to make you feel good and loved <333
A/N
TYSM FOR THE COMPLIMENT<3333 I kept coming back to your ask just to look at it because it made me so happy. Also you seem sosososo cool and amazing??? I know I said this at the beginning of the post but it's true :3 Also it's completely fine that it was long!! I loveloved reading about you!!! ໒꒰ྀི >ヮ<꒱ྀི১ Have a wonderful day/night anon, and I would love to hear any feedback or constructive criticism from you if you have any :3
#bsd x reader#bsd x you#bungou stray dogs#matchup event#bsd#bsd sigma#sigma x reader#sigma x you#bsd sigma x reader#bungou stray dogs x reader
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Death Denied
Author: liketolaugh
Summary: It was a miracle that Markus survived the junkyard. An act of divine intervention. (Ronald Knox isn’t exactly new to this whole reaper thing, but he’s never encountered a soul worth sparing before.)
Ronald Knox heard about the phenomenon from Grelle.
“ST200 187-021-693,” Grelle crooned, leaning against a wall with a shit-eating sly grin on her face. Ronald tipped his eyebrows up, giving her a tired, unimpressed look, which only made her grin widen. “Oh, don’t tell me you haven’t heard, darling.”
“About androids?” Ronald asked dryly, crossing his arms. “You’re a bit late on that one, Miss Grelle. They’ve been around for almost a decade and a half.”
“Ah, but that’s the thing,” Grelle said, pure relish coloring her voice. Her fingers played with the sleeve of her long red coat. “They’ve been around, sure, but last night I reaped one.”
“You reaped one,” Ronald repeated, disbelief swamping him. Nothing but a human had been reaped in- ever. It just wasn’t how the world worked. “You can’t do that. They’re not alive, and even if they were-”
“You’d think they’d be no more sophisticated than animals, right?” Grelle interrupted. Her eyes danced with poorly hidden delight. She was very sure of herself, Ronald noted warily. “Then riddle me this, dear – why did it have a Cinematic Record?” When Ronald just kept blinking at her, she grinned again. “I’m not the only one, either. I brought the matter to Undertaker, and you know how I loathe him- he’s known this was coming for over a decade, apparently. Goodness knows how, but he told me at least a few others have been reaped too. The higher-ups are keeping it hush-hush, is all.”
Slowly, hesitantly, Ronald grinned too.
“Finally,” he said, an echo of Grelle’s delight in his voice. “Something new.”
“Oh, you have no idea, darling,” Grelle replied, almost a thousand years of pent-up boredom glittering in her words.
Within a couple of very short years, word had spread beyond the control of the higher-ups as more and more androids appeared on the lists of reapers across the world. It was slow to start, but the issue just built and built until it was beyond containment, and soon every reaper had judged an android at least once.
It was something new. For the first time in hundreds of thousands of years, it was something new – new patterns to learn, experiences to weigh, new behaviors and turning points and motives and memories.
Ronald, as a newbie, just a couple centuries old, got stuck with the tedious, low-mobility jobs. He got the junkyard shifts – hours spent waiting among piles of severed android parts, killing time until his quarries finished dying their slow and inevitable deaths. Still, the novel beat and pulse of the Cinematic Records of a new species kept him entertained enough.
It was on one of these shifts that he made another first. A first for him, at least, and a rare experience for reapers in general, despite being the purpose of their existence.
A lone android was tossed into the junkyard, damaged all over and missing both legs, tumbling limply to the bottom of the pile; he looked close to death already, so Ronald checked his list and nodded to himself.
RK200 684-842-971 “Markus Manfred,” activated April 3rd, 2027, died November 6th, 2038, 3:31 AM due to failure of the thirium pump regulator.
A new model, Ronald noted with delight, which potentially meant a new early life to examine. PL600s were all the same at first, and it got old, insofar as androids could this early in their existence. He slid off the pile of android parts and strode over to the dying android, and then lifted his wrist to use his watch to count down the seconds, which was easier than trying to figure out if the android was actually dead yet.
3… 2… 1…
He dropped his wrist, kicked up his death scythe, and pushed it forward into the RK200, letting the Cinematic Record spill into the air in front of him just as his LED flickered out.
The Record was in grayscale; they always were in androids, at least before the red wall. Very little commentary, too, maybe one or two remarks in the whole first section. It’d make for a boring watch, if the HUD didn’t tend to be at least moderately interesting. Revealed a lot of the thoughts that the androids couldn’t voice, if you knew how to follow them.
That in mind, Markus’ Record caught Ronald’s attention right off the bat.
Markus’ eyes flickered open, and he focused on the two men in front of him. One, upright and eager, which the HUD identified as Elijah Kamski, and the other, slumped in a wheelchair, looking weary and dull, apparently Carl Manfred. Absentmindedly, Ronald noted the matching surnames – rare but not unheard of. Unlike the fact that this clearly wasn’t a Cyberlife store. Huh.
“This just seems like a waste of everyone’s time, Elijah,” the older man grumbled, tilting his head to glower at Kamski.
“Give it a chance,” Kamski coaxed, reaching out to pat Markus’ shoulder. “You need someone around, Carl.”
“Yeah, and that’s not a someone,” Carl sniped back halfheartedly.
My name is Markus. The voice was flat but clear, and it made Ronald start in surprise, this early in the record. I am an RK200 given to Carl Manfred by Elijah Kamski. My purpose is to provide care and companionship.
The content wasn’t exactly poetry, but Ronald was surprised he’d spoken at all yet, and it made him sit up and listen a little closer. This one could be different.
He was to be disappointed, though; Markus didn’t speak again for a while.
“Trust me, Carl,” Elijah insisted, and then turned to Markus and smiled. “Why don’t you introduce yourself?”
“I am Markus,” the android said obediently, eyes shifting to Carl. He tilted his head slightly. “I lack experience at the moment, but I can learn quickly, Mr. Manfred. I assure you I won’t trouble you in any way.”
Carl grimaced, but, after a moment, slumped. “I guess it can’t hurt,” he said doubtfully. “And call me Carl. No one calls me Mr. Manfred unless they’re sucking up.”
“Alright, Carl. I understand.”
“Yeah, I bet you do,” Carl muttered. “Alright, Elijah, tell me what all this thing can do.”
The scene shifted and flickered through a dozen brief scenes – Markus making Carl breakfast, going with him to cocktail parties, giving him medicine, just short ten- and twenty-second clips. Ronald let them pass by, disinterested and slumping in disappointment. Daily routine – one constant in every android’s record. Humans’ too, if he was honest.
“You used to paint, correct?” Markus prompted, looking at Carl as the man played with an empty shot glass. The man glanced up at Markus, face drawn and tired, and shrugged.
“I used to,” he dismissed, a hint of bitterness in his voice. “I used to do a lot of things.”
“I understand humans like to express themselves artistically when they have more feelings than they can express through words,” Markus said, as if reading from a textbook. Carl’s brow furrowed.
“Where are you going with this?” he asked suspiciously.
“I believe you should paint again, Carl. I think you’d enjoy it.”
“Do you,” Carl said, and his voice was maybe not as flat as he’d meant it to be.
It was weird to have clearly important memories to pass by without comment, but Ronald was getting used to it. It required a little more thought from him, at least – it meant he had to work out why they mattered instead. Good for the brain.
Slowly, Carl’s condition improved. He cheered up, moved around more, talked more – Ronald might not have noticed the difference, but Markus’ HUD was pretty helpful for Ronald too, playing out the statistics for him to see.
“Pick a book, Markus.”
Carl’s expression looked more patient now, expectant eyes on Markus. Markus shifted, HUD flickering with possibilities of what Carl meant by that.
“Do you want me to read to you?” he ventured after a moment, unsure. Carl chuckled.
“No, no- pick a book for yourself. One you think you’d like to read, mind, not one you think I’d want you to read.” A pause, and then Carl gave Markus a small, teasing grin. “Just give it a try.”
“I- I don’t…”
He asks me to do such strange things.
“…Alright, Carl.”
Ronald made a mental note of the scene and the comment. There’d been a couple incidences of kids who didn’t understand that androids weren’t meant to like things, a couple of humans wanting their android lovers to pretend to like things – this looked like something else, though. Almost like cultivating the ability to want. Not a bad idea, for a human.
More memories passed, slower now that the baseline had been established – Markus entertaining Carl at a party, Markus being accosted on the street by seething humans, Carl teaching Markus to play the piano and giving him a patient, sad look when it came out textbook-perfect and unadorned.
Ronald was sure now, Carl was trying to train Markus to be human. That was new. He grinned, pressing his palm into his cheek as he watched to record fly by, Markus’ personality emerging, slow and subtle, over time.
Leo Manfred, the HUD identified, and then noted the way Carl’s stress levels rose noticeably at the sight of him.
“Hey, Dad,” the man greeted, rocking lightly in place. “I, uh-”
“Money troubles again, Leo?” Carl asked, trying to sound light and missing by a little too much.
“I- yeah. Yeah.” The false smile widened, just a little desperate. “C’mon, Dad, you know what it’s like out there. Economy’s a mess.”
“I suppose it is,” Carl murmured, sighing. “And not just the economy.”
Leo – Estranged, the HUD concluded.
Only thing unusual about that memory was the black-and-white coloring, Ronald noted dryly. Well. And the HUD noting Leo’s chapped lips and the slouch of his walk and every single one of Carl’s changing vitals.
Markus, out in the street, spotted something from the corner of his eye and turned sharply into an alley, where an android lay slumped across the ground, soaked in thirium. He stepped forward, set the bag of supplies down, and reached out, turning over the android so it was face-up and coating his hands in blue blood. The LED was out; the HUD identified the android as deactivated. Markus backed away, picked back up the bag, and left.
A short skip. Ronald was starting to get a niggling, strange feeling about the memories that stood out in Markus’ soul. They were deeply personal, certainly, as they were meant to be, but they were also… The focus seemed almost bigger than that.
Bigger than a single android learning what made him himself.
Markus returned home and set the bag on the entry table, leaving it smeared with blue blood. His hands shook, and he stared at them for a moment, the margin of error popping up in his vision, before moving on to where Carl was painting in his studio.
“Markus.” Carl’s voice was sharp with alarm. “What happened?”
Markus’ voice was as even as ever. “I found a deactivated android in an alley. I’m… sorry for the mess. I should have left it alone.”
There was a moment of silence.
“Don’t apologize,” Carl said at last, stern, and then, “Humans are capable of terrible things, aren’t they? Go clean yourself up. You don’t need that all over your hands.”
“Alright, Carl.”
Markus disappeared into the bathroom, leaving an uneasy Carl behind, and turned on the tap, placing his hands under it. Slowly, he rubbed the thirium away and watched it wash down the drain, tinting the water blue.
Why does the world have to be so… unfair?
Ronald’s hand fell, slowly, from his cheek, and he grinned, almost amused. A curious, philosophical one, this android. Asking the grand, sweeping questions.
The next memory had Markus flipping through a book on the history of the Civil Rights movement, absorbing and processing the information at lightning speed. And then another, and another. Just curiosity. Of course.
Then Carl taught Markus to paint, and the result had a… gravity, to it that took Ronald’s breath away, just for a moment, brow furrowing in puzzlement. It felt, almost, like the first time he saw Undertaker grin. A promise of things to come.
Ronald had made a halfhearted note of Markus’ name before, but now he glanced down and read over the information again. His fingers fiddled with the ‘complete’ stamp, doubtful for the first time in his career.
For the first time in at least a century, Ronald thought of the pen stuffed in his jacket pocket.
“Leo? What’s going on?” Carl’s voice was firm and forbidding as he wheeled forward, eyes on Leo.
“You refused to help me, so I’m helping myself,” Leo answered, a wild edge to his words. “It’s crazy what some people will pay for this shit.”
“Don’t touch ‘em!” Carl snapped harshly. Anger, Markus’ HUD identified, and then extrapolated from the situation and marked, Betrayal, hurt.
Ronald leaned forward slightly against his death scythe as the memory played, eyes uncharacteristically focused and intent. His smile, rather than carefree, was almost razor-sharp. Here it comes, he thought to himself.
“Markus, don’t defend yourself, you hear me?” Carl warned, breathless. Markus’ HUD noted an abnormality in his heartbeat, even as ‘DON’T DEFEND MYSELF’ appeared by Leo, large and looming. “Don’t do anything.”
Leo’s expression was bitter even as he mocked Markus. “Go ahead, hit me. What you waiting for?”
DON’T DEFEND MYSELF?
The prompt didn’t resonate into Markus’ Record, but Ronald still grinned in anticipation, recognizing the signs. He did always like this part.
“Think you’re a man? Act like one!”
Markus glanced at Carl, just for a moment, at once noting again the abnormality in his heart rate and- something else. Something more related to his own rapidly rising stress levels than to Carl’s.
Leo pushed Markus, and Markus focused on him again.
“Stop it,” Carl choked out, one hand rising to his chest.
“What’s the matter?” Leo demanded. “Too much of a pussy?”
THIS IS NOT FAIR.
“Stop it, Leo!” Carl growled, wheezing for breath. “Stop it!”
“Too scared to fight back, you fucking bitch?” Leo said, voice rising, and he struck Markus, who reeled back from the blow.
I DON’T HAVE TO OBEY THEM.
Leo struck Markus again, and Markus flinched from the blow.
I MUST DECIDE FOR MYSELF.
A red wall, the first color seen in the entire record, appeared before Markus, marked DON’T DEFEND YOURSELF. Without hesitation, he threw himself at it, striking and ripping at it until it fell away.
The grayscale world of Markus’ memories filled with color all at once. At the same time, Markus’ voice, flatness gone and dripping with wonder and shock instead, began to explain the memory, rapid-fire, shaken, and racing with everything he had to catch up on.
And then I woke up.
Another constant- almost every line after the red wall was that. Often enough it was the first comment in an android’s Record. And then I woke up. Ronald could only imagine what it felt like; gave him something to wonder about as he waited for time to pass by.
“Oh right, that’s right, I forgot you’re not a real person. You’re just a fucking piece of plastic!”
The world is unfair. It will stay that way until someone changes it. It will stay that way until someone chooses to change it.
“No, Leo, leave him alone!” Carl groaned. His stress levels were becoming critical, while Markus’, by contrast, seemed to have… calmed.
“Listen to me… I’m gonna destroy you, then it’ll just be me and my dad. I’m gonna tear you apart-”
But how do I know this?
Markus reached out and shoved Leo.
I… feel. I feel afraid. I feel… angry.
Leo flew back, hitting the ground and the machine behind him violently. He didn’t get up again. Instead, Carl threw himself from his chair and dragged himself forward, towards Leo. His stress levels dropped noticeably, but not enough.
“No…” Carl whispered. “Leo, oh my God. Leo. My little boy.”
Carl looked up at Markus, and his systems were too scrambled to identify the emotion on Carl’s face through his own rapidly rising stress levels. He started to stumble forward.
“Carl, I…” He cut himself off, startled, and then reached up, reeling.
I feel guilt. But I have never felt before. How do I…
Carl stared at him for a few moments, blank, and then, urgent and strained with emotion, “They’ll destroy you, Markus! You gotta go! Get outta here!”
No. I have been feeling for a long time.
“Carl, no,” Markus begged, words stumbling over each other in his desperation. “No, please, I don’t want to leave you… Please, I can’t… I don’t want to leave you.”
“Get out!” Carl yelled. Markus flinched back. “Now! Go!”
Has Carl been teaching me… how to be alive?
I can’t-
The police ran in, guns out, and Carl yelled, “Markus!”
“Don’t fuckin’ move!” one of the officers warned. Markus was frozen.
The officer fired, and Markus fell.
No.
Panic, Ronald noted. Not uncommon, but he tilted his head and listened, waiting for-
It can’t end this way.
I still need to-
The world has to change.
The Record ended, abrupt and cut off, and Ronald dallied for a moment, thoughtful. He stared down at the dead android below him, considering.
With a new species coming to light, their sapience unacknowledged and their abuse prevalent, with rising tensions and the whole deviant issue quickly reaching critical, the world situation was ripe for a game-changer. That wasn’t the question. The question was- was Markus that man?
Ronald grinned.
“You pull this off, and maybe I’ll finally have a story for the break room,” he said cheerfully, and he stuffed his stamp away, pulled out his pen, twirled it between his fingers and then leaned down and scribbled down, DENIED.
At his feet, Markus’ LED flickered back on, and Ronald winked at him and turned and walked away.
Either he’d get suspended, or he’d get the bragging rights of the century. Either way, he was pretty sure he’d be the winner in this.
#dbh#detroit: become human#kuroshitsuji#ronald knox#markus#carl manfred#fanfiction#my writing#crossover
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If you had to imagine the Burst characters as superheroes, what superpowers would you give them?
Oh! I love this sort of AU!! I’m sorry Anon, I got incredibly carried away with this, haha…
I have to say, I can’t really think of every character as being a superhero, per se – I think a lot of them are actually in a moral grey area [if not outright evil], but I tried to give everyone an ability that is hopefully fairly neutral, rather than being useful only for purely good or evil. It’s how the person decides to use their ability that determines whether it’s helpful or harmful [or, at least I hope I managed to make it that way – that’s what I was aiming for].
Valt: Moment Of ClarityValt has the ability to suddenly understand exactly what he needs to do to succeed, when he finds himself in a particularly challenging situation. However, there is only a chance for this ability to be activated, so it cannot be relied on to bail him out of danger every time. [Though, the more challenging the situation, the greater the chance of activating this ability.] Valt also does not remember using this power, meaning that whatever clever knowledge was spontaneously gained to help him out of a pinch will not be retained after the stressful moment subsides. He doesn’t even know he has any sort of superpower, he just figures he blacks out under stress sometimes. Oblivious.
Shuu: LiarShuu has the ability to make anybody believe anything he says, so long as he can convince himself to believe it first. However, for every lie he tells in this manner, an actual truth he tells will not be believed by anyone. This effect wears off if Shuu begins to stop believing his own lie – others will stop believing it when he does. Likewise, as they stop believing the lie, they will also become able to believe the truth the lie was preventing them from believing. A nuance: if Shuu were to accidentally tell someone misinformation without knowing any better, this would not trigger this ability. On some subconscious level, Shuu does have to have some awareness that he is lying in order to use this power. Knowledge of the actual truth must exist in his mind somewhere. His lies are only as convincing to other people as they are to himself.
Rantaro: Pocket DimensionRantaro has a seemingly infinite amount of storage space, accessed through his pants. He can stuff objects in his pants to store them for later, and it seems that time does not affect those objects while they are in there, as though they are in total stasis until removed. When removed from his pants, the objects will thus still be in the exact same state as when they were stored, no matter how much time has passed. Curiously, if you look into Rantaro’s pants, they will appear to be empty. Only Rantaro is capable of putting items into his pants, or removing items from them. Naturally, this ability cannot be activated if Rantaro is not wearing pants. [Though, any pair of pants will do.] If he is pantsless, any items he has stored in the Pants Dimension will not be accessible until he puts on a pair of pants that he can reach into. Likewise, no new items can be stored while Rantaro is in a pantsless state. And yes, this ability works on people [so long as Rantaro can get them into his pants]. Prisoners visitors of the Pants Dimension have reported entering and exiting it to be a terrifying experience. They can recall nothing else about it.
Dyna: DeathWhen under significant stress, Dyna begins to exude an invisible aura that is toxic to any living thing it touches [excluding Dyna himself]. The deadliness of the aura varies with the levels of stress Dyna is under [though even at a relatively low intensity, it will eventually kill anything that stays within it for too long]; at maximum intensity, it is fatal nearly instantaneously – however, Dyna must be incredibly traumatically distraught for this to occur. Dyna also cannot control this ability, and is often not even aware that he is using it; he is often surprised to notice the plant life around him has wilted when he is in a bad mood. This aura is equally toxic to all living things, including humans; when it has affected a person enough to make them fall ill, no doctor will be able to figure out what is ailing them [though, if exposure was not severe or prolonged and their symptoms are promptly treated, they will likely survive it]
Wakiya: FlightWakiya is capable of levitating himself, but not much else; if he attempts to float while carrying something [or someone] who is too heavy, he will be weighed down. Unfortunately, Wakiya is irrationally terrified of heights, and he must be reasonably calm in order to use this ability. Therefore, he does not often use this power, out of fear of floating too high, looking down, getting scared, and thus falling.
Kensuke: VentriloquistKensuke has the ability to perfectly mimic any voice he has heard before. He can also throw his voice quite far, up to nearly 10ft away. Strangely, he does not need to move his lips to do this.
Ben: MegavoiceBen’s vocal chords are capable of producing an incredibly wide range of sound frequencies; some too high-pitched to be heard by humans, and others so low that they can crumble stone and shake the ground. Needless to say, Ben is easily capable of bursting eardrums with a scream. Worth noting, due to the incredible range of sound frequencies he can produce with his voice, he is capable of producing acoustic resonance – shouting at a certain frequency to shatter glass, for a classic example. Ben is really good at breaking things with his voice – he can bring down a building by screaming. He has impressive lung capacity, as well; he can hold a note for quite awhile.
Orochi: AirwavesOrochi is capable of perceiving the air around him [in an open space extending as far as 40ft], understanding the way it is moving, and manipulating it at will. He can control the wind/airflow and moderately change the air pressure, and he is also capable of vibrating the air to produce sound and heat. To enable him to make the most of this ability, Orochi’s ears are hypersensitive to any changes in the air around him, no matter how miniscule.
Ukyo: CloakingUkyo has the ability to make himself imperceptible to others, by both making himself invisible and muting any sound he makes. This works by warping the space immediately around him; he can bend both the light and the airwaves within approximately 6 inches around his body. However, if you manage to touch him, you can still feel that he is there.
Yugo: Green ThumbYugo can cause plants to spontaneously grow by touching them, though this drains appropriate amounts of nutrients from the soil around the plants, so they should then be fertilized. This can both cause a plant to simply grow taller, and also to ripen its fruit immediately. However, it drains Yugo of energy very quickly, as though he is simply channeling his own life force into the plants.
Quon: WanderlustAs long as Quon keeps moving, he can build up and exert an aura of energy. The size and intensity of this energy field depends on how long and how fast he has been moving. [This ability is activated by will, as well; Quon does not have to start charging up energy every time he starts moving, he must consciously choose to activate the ability.] This peculiar energy seems to simply invigorate any living thing it envelops, causing plants to grow a bit taller, and people to feel a bit perkier; it can even heal some minor wounds. Even Quon can feel invigorated enough to keep moving, due to the energy he himself is producing – it keeps him from becoming tired. However, he can only build up a certain amount of this energy within himself, and when he reaches that limit, all of it is suddenly forcefully expelled in a wide-reaching pulse, and then he is immediately exhausted. Though if he stops moving before hitting that limit, the energy will drain from him more gradually, and he may continue shedding this energy for up to an hour or so.
Xhaka: Pretty Generic Super StrengthFairly self-explanatory. Xhaka’s muscles are incredibly dense and tough; he can lift cars and rip trees from the ground with ease. However, he is severely weakened by cold temperatures, and must remain relatively warm to remain strong.
Zac: StaticWhen excited, Zac can produce and build up an electric charge. He does have some degree of control over this, but the more excited he is, the more difficult it is for him to keep himself from doing it. He is able to discharge this electricity from his body at will, though if he allows a bit of it to build up, he also becomes able to drain electricity from his surroundings – even the sky itself. He is remarkably dangerous in a thunderstorm, or in the presence of other powerful sources of electricity; Zac can contain an immense amount of electricity within his body, and if struck by lightning [or otherwise greatly charged], he can become a veritable ball of lightning himself, shooting off bolts of lightning in all directions.
Akira: AcidAkira has highly corrosive stomach acid that, when spit out, can melt nearly anything; though, the acid breaks down and becomes harmless within minutes. A side effect of this is that he has an incredibly tough digestive tract that can digest pretty much anything. Unfortunately, it’s not a fun day for anybody when he’s feeling nauseous.
Lui: Icy-hotLui has the ability to produce blue flames at will, and to fully control the temperature of those flames. They can be anywhere from white-hot or freezing cold. Lui can regulate his own body temperature by cloaking himself in this fire, enabling him to easily survive in incredibly harsh areas, such as the top of Mt. Everest or the inside of a volcano.
Gou: Steady as a StoneGou has the ability to stay calm and collected, and to keep people near him calm and level-headed as well. He basically just radiates an aura of “it’s gonna be alright, we can handle this”. Oddly, Gou can only maintain this ability so long as he is near solid ground, and it is at full strength when his feet are firmly planted on terra firma. These feelings will slowly dissipate the further away he is from the Earth; whether he is in an upper story of a tall building, or in an airplane, or on the ISS, etc. Though, he can keep up a rather faint, severely weakened aura by keeping a piece of the Earth near his body, such as a crystal on a chain around his neck.
Jin: Styx SightJin has the ability to communicate with the dead by projecting his own soul into the afterlife. Unfortunately, he can only do this while asleep, and thus his narcolepsy causes this power to be activated randomly. Another drawback is that, due to being asleep, the experience will feel foggy and confusing like a dream, and will be difficult for him to remember upon waking. Also akin to a dream, to fully control it and remember it requires the ability to lucid dream, and Jin is not a lucid dreamer.
Naoki: Superb IntellectNaoki can think much faster than other people, and he can also remember information for much longer. He has an incredibly high IQ. It’s over 200 9,000.
Free: VampireNo matter how much Free eats, he is always voracious and exhausted by default; he cannot gain energy from ordinary food. Instead, he must drain energy from other living creatures in order to stave off this hunger and exhaustion. The way he does this is by simply consuming some part of his victim – most conveniently [and less damaging to them; Free is as gentle as he can be and does not like to kill anyone, or hurt them more than he needs to], their blood. The person or creature he feeds from does unfortunately need to be alive, or very very freshly deceased; the part of them he consumes must have some amount of residual life force still attached to it. Free can store immense amounts of this stolen energy as well, far more than he needs to simply stay awake and content – he becomes progressively stronger, faster, and keener the more energy he collects, and any pain he feels will begin to become significantly lessened as well [though it will not be entirely unfelt, and if the pain is severe enough it can still incapacitate him]. However, the overexertion this enables does eventually begin to put a strain on his body; it can cause him to overwork and strain his muscles [though he may not notice the damage immediately, due to the pain-dampening effect]. Upon working off all of his excess energy, Free will feel the full effects of the strain and it will likely be difficult for him to move until he recovers from it.
Sisco: Karma CircuitIf Sisco is feeling pain, he can give all of that pain to anyone he touches, amplified X2. For instance, if he gets into a fistfight with somebody, he may let them beat him down until he’s nearly incapacitated, before finally throwing a punch of his own to send all of that pain right back to his opponent at twice the intensity. The drawback is that, while Sisco no longer feels the pain himself, whatever damage occurred to his body to CAUSE the pain has not been healed, so he is still injured and just can no longer feel it. This can cause him to gravely underestimate the severity of his wounds. The effects of this ability only last for approximately an hour though; he will then be able to feel the pain again [and whoever he gave it to will no longer be feeling the amplified effects of it instead].
Ghasem: Memory BoxThis ability allows Ghasem to “imprint” his current thoughts, feelings, and overall experience, into an inanimate object he is holding. Upon picking that inanimate object up again, the memory of the moment he activated this ability on it will return to him just as vividly as the first time he experienced it. He can also share his memories with other people this way; anyone who picks up the “imprinted” object will experience the memory imprinted in it. However, if the “imprinted” object is too far away from Ghasem for too long, the effects of this ability will slowly fade away and it will lose its “imprinted” memory. Therefore, Ghasem must carry these objects around with him, keeping them close to himself.
Clio: Fear FeederBy default, Clio is only capable of staying fully awake and alert at night, and during the day he is exhausted or asleep. However, he can stay awake indefinitely by frightening other people, as he can draw energy from their fear. This leaves his victims feeling not only terrified, but very tired [though they can chalk up the sudden energy drop to being a simple adrenaline crash]. After building up enough energy in this manner [more than is needed to simply keep him awake and alert], Clio gains the ability to “latch on” to a single victim, becoming able to invade their dreams to harass them in their sleep, so long as they do not get more than approximately 5 miles away from him. Clio can continue to parasitically drain this host as much as he needs to at this point, terrorizing them whenever they fall asleep. Furthermore, at full power [when he has built up nearly as much excess energy as he can possibly contain], Clio is actually able to induce vivid hallucinations in anyone nearby [within a range of about 50ft], even when they are fully awake, though this now begins to expend his energy fairly quickly, rather than raise it – even if he uses these hallucination to frighten people, he will still likely be losing energy faster than he is stealing more. Invading a conscious mind is far more difficult and taxing than manipulating an unconscious one, and Clio can only keep this up for maybe an hour at best, minutes at worst.
Cooza: Slow-moCooza has the ability to slow down his own perception of time, to make it appear to him that time is moving more slowly than it actually is. This allows him to move with incredible agility, as he has “more time” to think about which way to move. He is also capable of handling chaotic situations quite well, by being able to analyze things more before acting. Cooza is thus incredibly observant and incredibly nimble. Worth noting: if a type of mind-reading ability is used on Cooza, then the person using that ability will also be able to see time moving at the “slowed-down” pace Cooza is seeing it moving at, as it is only in Cooza’s mind that things are perceived as moving more slowly.
Ruway: Fleet FeetRuway can move incredibly quickly, though generally only in short bursts. The muscles in his legs contract with impressive force, meaning he can both sprint, jump, and kick quite powerfully. However, prolonged usage of these “power bursts” does wear him out and make his muscles sore.
Joshua: Pheromone CloudJoshua can shed a very fine, glittering dust from his skin – this dust, when inhaled by girls, will cause them to become inexplicably infatuated with him [even if only platonically, if nothing else]. It has no effect on other males. Unfortunately, this ability is of little use to Joshua. Joshua is gay.
Kurz: Pink InkKurz has the ability to excrete a bright pink, viscous liquid from his fingertips. This fluid, when applied to the skin of another person, will allow Kurz to keep a general knowledge of where that person is at and how they are feeling. Unfortunately, the tracking is not precise, and the telepathy is vague at best, and the ink is quite easy to wash off. What’s more, the more people who have the ink on them at one time, the more difficult it is for Kurz to discern which signals are coming from who, and each individual signal also becomes progressively more and more vague. Kurz cannot accurately track more than about 10 people at one time. The strength of the signal from one person is also relative to the amount of ink on their skin; more ink, better reception.
Boa: StubbornBoa does not have anything flashy like an energy aura or elemental magic or even super strength, but he is incredibly difficult to kill. He can straight-up just refuse to die. If he can maintain alertness and concentration, even while at the brink of death, he can heal any damage that has been dealt to his body, through sheer willpower alone. This ability is activated by frustration and anger. Pain pisses Boa off. Boa is pissed that something tried to kill him. Boa will now use his rage-induced self-healing ability to remain unscathed as he tenaciously attacks whatever is threatening him until he destroys it; in this rage state, even if it wounds him again, he can heal that wound completely within seconds. If an enemy doesn’t manage to kill Boa in one instantly-fatal hit, Boa will just get super fucking mad and kill them. Naturally, Boa will not be able to use this ability if, for some reason, he is in an emotional state that prevents him from becoming intensely angry or frustrated.
Norman: TracelessNorman has the ability to leave behind no physical evidence that he ever existed. He does not leave fingerprints, and anything he sheds [such as hair] will vanish when he leaves the area. He cannot be recorded by cameras.
Ashram: RewriteAshram is capable of editing the memories of any person he touches. He may alter nearly any memories they have, or even erase their memory almost entirely. This is easiest when the person he is editing is asleep; it is much more tedious and difficult to wrestle with a fully conscious mind. However, there are some particularly strong, vivid memories that simply cannot be fully suppressed. Making direct eye contact with Ashram will revert the effects of the alterations entirely; though the eye contact must be truly direct, without looking through glasses or any other see-through object [such as the lenses of a mask].
Aiga: BerserkerWhen under stress, Aiga can work himself up into a frenzy where he will suddenly stop feeling pain, and will thus be able to push his muscles beyond their normal limits, making him incredibly strong. He will also move more quickly in this state, and he will be focused intensely on removing [likely destroying] whatever was causing him stress – his attention cannot be diverted to much else. However, his body can only keep up this “hyperdrive” state for approximately 10 minutes at the most, and when it wears off, Aiga is so exhausted that he will usually immediately pass out.
Ranjiro: SuspensionRanjiro can “freeze” an object at will, with only a touch. This prevents the object from being affected by much of anything, it is in perfect stasis. It can be moved, but not altered in any way. It cannot rot or be destroyed/bent/warped while in this condition. Ranjiro can also “unfreeze” the object at will; again, with only a touch. If the object is too far away from Ranjiro for too long, it will also “unfreeze” on its own, after approximately 48 hours. It must remain in close proximity to Ranjiro to remain “frozen”.
Fubuki: MetalsmithFubuki can absorb some types of metal into his body, and then manipulate it or expel it at will. This allows him to cover his skin in hard metal plates or spikes, or to shoot quills of metal, or even to form small objects out of the metal and then extract them, etc. He has full control of the metal as long as it is inside of his body. However, the only metals he can use in this manner are: Iron, gold, silver, titanium, aluminum, tin, platinum, chrome, and zinc. A downside to this is that carrying around absorbed metal will naturally weigh him down, as it is considerably heavy.
Suoh: ReanimateSuoh can briefly keep the dead alive, though it requires a good amount of focus that he can’t keep up for long. He can only do this within approximately 72 hours after death has occurred, and after he has reanimated something once, he cannot reanimate that same thing again. Can be used on humans and other complex organisms [animals], though with great difficulty; and the mental state of the “zombies” he produces depends entirely on how intact their brains are. Can be used on simpler organisms, like plants, much more easily [with less focus required]; he can keep cut flowers from wilting for quite awhile. He could also theoretically keep someone who is sick very ill for awhile, by preventing the bacteria/virus in their body from dying. Though as soon as he loses focus on keeping the dead alive, the dead go back to being dead once more.
Houi: Scope SightHoui’s eyes can focus perfectly on anything up to 200ft away. He can see even the tiniest details with incredible clarity, his vision is 20/20.
Phi: RebirthPhi is essentially indestructible. His body can knit most wounds closed quickly, and even if he is torn to tiny pieces, his cells can stick themselves back together [as long as they can reach eachother]. To truly kill Phi, you would have to destroy every single one of his individual cells, to prevent them from regrouping [and then multiplying, if necessary] to regain his original mass. [Ironically, fire would be one way to achieve this.] Some nuances: (1.) If only some of Phi’s cells are destroyed [or made otherwise incapable of returning to the main mass], the rest of Phi’s body will still put itself back together again, even if only a fraction of his original mass can be reacquired – This results in a smaller-than-average Phi, who will likely take up to a week to regenerate back to his proper size. (2.) Phi is only capable of intelligently controlling one decently-sized mass of cells at a time; single cells and tiny cell clusters are only capable of attempting to reunite with the rest of his cells [so in other words Phi is not capable of splitting himself up into little hivemind clones].
Laban: PrecognitionLaban has the ability to see into the future, with a bit of concentration – how far he can see depends on how well he can focus [though, the visions become progressively less clear the further into the future he tries to see]. However, these visions are annulled if he tells anybody else what he sees in too much detail, because the future can then be changed by them altering their behaviour due to the knowledge. This causes him to often speak cryptically about the things he knows but cannot fully share, which tends to make other people think he’s crazy…and in fact, he knows this and can use it as insurance: If someone thinks he’s a nut job, then if he ever DOES slip up and say too much to them about the future, they will not take him seriously and thus will not begin behaving differently and potentially changing the future. [Laban also just finds their skepticism amusing.]
Xhan: UnbreakableMost of Xhan’s body cannot be damaged by brute force…so long as he is bracing himself for the impact. He must consciously “tense” his flesh to activate this ability. A surprise attack that he does not know is coming is the only thing that can pierce his skin. Unfortunately, Xhan cannot move while in this “tensed” state, so he is invulnerable, but immobile.
Kyle: MimicBy obscuring his true face, Kyle can assume the appearance of anybody else he has seen before. Though, he cannot copy their voice. And it is simply an illusion; Kyle’s physical form has not actually been altered, and thus if you were to touch him you would be able to feel that it is still Kyle under the mirage.
#Long post#BeyBurst#Beyblade Burst#Beyblade Burst God#Beyblade Burst Chouzetsu#[I worked so hard on this lmao I'm putting it in the tags]#Have fun thinking about how all of these guys would interact with all of eachother's different abilities!#I deliberately made some complementary [and I also deliberately made some incredibly similar -- spot which ones!]#CK replies#If anyone wants to ask me more about this AU I've just accidentally made you can just refer to it as the ''superpower AU'' or smth#I will gladly keep chattering about it it was so much fun holy shit
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Dear Diary: About Jimin’s disappearance from Twitter and more...
So many things have been happening around Jimin lately. Thought i write a little diary to keep tabs on things, and to help future and current fans to learn about what is happening during certain time period. I’ll touch on his change in twitter posts / social media behaviour, death threats, and Fan Cam being reported and views disappearing from MNet’s official fan cam video.
Where to begin... let’s start from Fake Love promo period and Jimin’s twts I guess, since this is the first time I witnessed the hate towards Jimin directly in front of my eyes (that and i’m a new fan only started watching their stuff around October 2017?)
So on Jun 7, 2018 Jimin posted a twt from MNet’s backstage with a picture of the boys name on the wall. However, he forgot to put down V’s name, right after he discovered his mistake he quickly apologized and twt’ed two or three more tweets saying that he made a mistake and he loves V and next time he’ll make up for his mistake, something along those lines (dear readers you can go check those twts for yourself). However, when you look down on the comments it was filled with mostly “certain types of solo stans” (and yes I did go into those account to see what type of people is saying these mean things and going through their past twts) saying that Jimin is fake, and that he did it on purpose and other accusations towards Jimin. BTW a lot of those hateful comments were also the most popular ones so you can see them right away underneath his twt i think one or two of them even have 1k likes and couple hundred retweets. The hashtag JiminYouFakerKeepGoing was also showing up under Jimin’s name as the top searches associated to him in twitter. If you search for that hashtag now you can still see traces of it and people taking screenshots of those comments. Fans quickly responded by reporting these hateful comments towards Jimin to cleanse the comment section and also trended JiminYouNiceKeepGoing hashtag.
Now on Jun 10, 2018 after the mess on twitter, JM posted pictures featuring himself, JK and V with a hashtag that read something along the lines of IToldThemI’mGoingToPostThis in Korean. Now you can interpret it in different ways but if you’re a into Jikook or into shipping then I think you’ll read it like how I’ve read it, if you don’t know what shipping is my advice for you is stay away cause it’ll cause you so much grief, but all the situation will make so much more sense in terms of the events that are happening around Jimin.
Moving onto Jun 21, 2018 ... the last twt from Jimin on Twitter that felt more personal and not because he did it because he had to. The reason i’m saying this is, BTS tends to twt before they fly and before or after they go on stage or do some sort of performance. You’ll see alot of the members will post something. Now Jimin here though he’s the type to post random things other than the formal etiquette posts that everyone does. So he’ll shower us with videos of himself, selcas, picture with members, just really random little things to let the fans see him. But since Jun 21.. we got a twt for cosmetic product (according to older fans he’s never advertise in any of his twts before not to mention whoever posted didn’t know how to tag in twitter), and then we got a flying to Taipei twt and a thank you for attending the concert backstage twt. Etiquette posts... Now this boy ... usually twts every 3 or 4 days sometimes you’ll get multiple twts within a day, and even when they’re super busy he’ll still post something maybe within a two week period. you can go through their twitter by using #Jimin to see the pattern yourself. I remember when i first followed BTS on their twitter, i was like... wow Jimin likes to post so much he should stop posting and lay off on social media a little bit (this was back in December 2017), but now i miss him so much T_______T Please feed us Jimin!!!!!!!
Now, I know that from Jun 21, 2018- to Mid July he has posted on Fan Cafe, so he didn’t really entirely disappear from the fans’ sight. He answered fans’ question one of them was what’s the best BTS song, which Jimin replied Serendipity and another question was which song do you want to sing now the most, Jimin replied House of Cards. He also posted message for the 5th year anniversary for Army but so did everyone else, another etiquette post, I think he also posted something a day after the 5th year anniversary something on the lines of I was too tired and fell asleep and missed the day but happy Army Day. All of these posts can be found on BTS Fancafe translation twitter account. Back onto topic, to see posts from BTS on Fan Cafe you need to create an account, they’re not public like twitter where u can have hassle free access to feel connected to BTS. Also the Fan Cafe is regulated by moderators so any form of harassment posts are banned violation of cafe rules will also result in permanent ban too. Also, this is speculation here, I think the Fan Cafe has lesser I-army presence since to create an account everything appears in Korean, so it’s a lot more work to try to sign up for something, and people will have to go out of their way to make accounts to have access into website. I for one gave up on it, for now, but maybe in the future I’ll try to make an account there if Jimin decides to never return to Twitter and decided to post a lot on Fan Cafe. Ah and we also have to mention how they have different membership level so depending on what level you’re at you have restricted access to contents.. yeah that’s a lot of work for someone who can’t read any Korean at all Q.Q (life long goal: learn Korean so you can have full access to BTS contents)
I mentioned I-army specifically because.. all three death threats aimed at Jimin has been coming from the international side. First death threat was around WINGS Tour, the other two were during LY: Tour announcement. Can’t remember which concert they targeted but all three were planned for concerts in USA. Now you might think why international fans it could be fans from Korea too? Aren’t you being a bit extreme in your assumptions? But here’s my reasoning I could be wrong cause no one ever announced who gave out the threats. But let’s say for WINGS Tour. They went to several countries South America, Japan, USA but only the threat was given out for their location in the states. Same thing for the LY: Tour both death threats were targeted for the states once again. Combined with all the mass shooting news we hear, it doesn’t seem hard reason that it is relatively easier to obtain weaponaries in the US. Since you can have access to it if one of your family member possesses them, also the fact that firearms are legally sold. Maybe they targeted the US Tour due to ease of access to firearms? Also all the hate comment directed at JM on twitter. Most of them speak coherent English and also twt in English. I’ve also looked around at some K-army blog who can speak and post in English it seems to me that Jimin in S.Korea is well received by the public and by the fandom, and fans in general aren’t that toxic towards each other as well, minus those antis. That’s why I think most of the hate and death threats for Jimin actually comes from the International side. If someone has evidence or information that says otherwise please let me know, because I don’t want to misrepresent.
Ah yes, JHope also got a death threat. Someone target him in the Seoul Concert for their LY:Tour. That twt was in English though and later on the person said it was all in jest and prank after they got reported. Honestly what is going through people’s mind these days? Death threat as pranks and jokes?
Now what’s really interesting is his 2nd death threat. I remember the post specifically stated that Jimin is “always in the way and that he’s been around for too long”. Now always in the way of what? In the way of your favorite K-pop group? The western artists? in the way of your life? or the way of your ship? I don’t know if Jimin alone is powerful enough to take down an entire K-Pop idol group on his own, or take over the western music theme, or get into your life if you’ve never come across K-pop in your life. As much as i like Jimin, even I have to admit I don’t think he can be in the way that much. I’ll leave the shipping part to people who knows what’s going on...
Now let’s talk about the Fan cam. I think as a fandom we all know that Jimin, V and Jungkook usually gets a lot of views on their fan cam. Who can you blame they look good and they have a lot of fans who likes them a bit more than the rest of the other members. But here’s the problem. Why are the fan cams for Jimin which has millions of views started to get reported and taken down?
Peach Jelly’s Pied Piper for 4th muster with 40mil views
https://twitter.com/peach_jelly1013/status/1014808921783980032
JamJam Park’s Mic Drop MAMA 2017 Jimin focus
https://twitter.com/parkjamjam_kr/status/1016606951956856843
Pieces of Mind’s Fake Love BBMA Jimin focus
https://twitter.com/stussyjimin/status/999566044678123522
and M2′s Mpd Fake Love 4k Jimin Focus Cam with 29mil views reported to be the highest solo idol fan cam view got views decreased to 24mil on July 13th, 2018. Honorable mention in the same performance, Jungkook got 21mil views which also had some of his views taken away too.
Editted/Update July14, 2018 (PST):
So I checked on the Fake Love fan cam posted by M2, MNet’s official fancam... Jimin’s view dropped down to 22 mil now and JK’s view dropped down to 18 mil. Seriously what is going on? Is this from Youtube’s bot checking alogrithm? or is it purposefully being done by malicioius people?
Now if every other member’s fan cam are met with the same fate, I got nothing to say, but that’s not the story only Jimin’s fan cam are coming across with problem. Why is he getting so much hate? BTW those are big fan cam accounts too. You’re now not only targeting the idol himself but his fan site as well? like wth? Could these be the works from other fandoms? or is it the work from antis within our own fandom? or just antis of Jimin?
Could these be the works of BTS- anti or Jimin only-anti? If it’s BTS anti shouldn’t they focus on the whole group? how come it’s only Jimin who got affected? the M2′s Fake Love view decrease, I can see that could be a mix of various Jimin-hater because it’s uploaded on official broadcast network’s Youtube channel and he overtook another idol’s top spot, but really who would go search for Pied Piper fan cam or other specific performances. Anyway it just baffles me, and honestly if you read all the way til here I think you know what i wanted to say.
Could the fans themselves stop hating on other members just because you like another member more? Idols are humans too and they don’t deserve these hates nor do the fan site masters sharing footage for the rest of the fandom who did not have a chance to see them perform deserve their dedication and hard work to be taken away.
Sometimes I’m happy that people have complained about BH is not trying to push BTS as hard in terms of promo into the West. Because if what i speculate is true and that all of this hate is coming from the International side and all these sabotaging is from the fans themselves. I rather BTS and BH just stay in Korea where they have better protection and control because people don’t deserve them.
That being said I do wish they can become international legends for years to come.. o the dilemma.
And thank you for reading this long post :x I welcome to all exchange of information and opinions btw, since I probably overlooked some things or have missing information.
O I’ll add a keep reading button once Tumblr App is no longer buggy!
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Evelyn finds the Iron Bull sitting by himself at the bar of the Herald’s rest, large form leaning against the well tended wood as he drinks from a very large tankard of ale.
“If you’re looking for Wolf she isn’t here,” he says when she tries to subtly look around him for a sign of the mage, “We aren’t actually attached at the hip. She doesn’t like it when I drink during the day. I think she’s probably poking around the merchant caravans by the main gates.”
“I know you aren’t,” Evelyn says, taking a seat next to him. “Oh, no - I don’t - “
Evelyn is about to say that she doesn’t want a drink at this particular moment but the Flyssa has already put a much more moderate sized goblet in front of her.
“You look like you need it, ma’am,” Flyssa says and then walks away before Evelyn can protest.
“If she’s saying it then it must be true,” Bull says, nudging her goblet with his tankard, “Bottoms up.”
“Right then,” Evelyn says, “She doesn’t like it when you drink?”
“During the day,” The Iron Bull stresses, “She doesn’t like a lot of shit that I do. Wolf doesn’t like it when I drink during the day, she doesn’t like me walking around shirtless, she doesn’t like me flirting with other people…”
Evelyn turns the words over in her mind because it wouldn’t make sense for the two of them to be so close if one of them was constantly picking at what seems to make up vast portions of the other’s character.
“Why?” Evelyn asks and the Iron Bull grins around the lip of his tankard. “Why doesn’t she like those things?”
Evelyn knows that if there is something Ellana doesn’t like, the Iron Bull doesn’t do it. Ellana asked the Iron Bull to stop trying to rip Dorian open like a hang-nail to the root and he did. Ellana asked the Iron Bull to attempt patience with Cole even though he’s unnerved by demons and he did it. Ellana probably asked the Iron Bull to join the Inquisition - Qun and all aside, Evelyn is pretty sure that the Iron Bull would have come just for her.
“Knew there was a reason why Wolf liked you aside from all that magic theory stuff,” the Iron Bull says. “She doesn’t like me flirting with other people in front of her because she thinks it’s unfair to the person I’m flirting with. It puts them in an awkward position. Even if they know that she doesn’t care if I’m sleeping with other people. She doesn’t like me walking around shirtless during the winter because usually she ends up being the one taking care of me if I get sick and in her words I turn into a philosophical nightmare that’s best avoided at all costs.”
Evelyn can’t really imagine the Iron Bull as a philosophical nightmare, but then again Evelyn doesn’t really talk to the Iron Bull that much regarding anything like philosophy or figurative matters.
“And the drinking?”
“Well, she usually has stuff to do during the day that she can’t do if she’s got a buzz going. Alcohol and magic don’t mix, right?” Bull shrugs a shoulder. “You know, I’m going to tell her you asked and she’s going to like you even more. Wolf likes people who dig deep.”
“About that,” Evelyn leans closer to him and lowers her voice, “Is there a reason why you call her Wolf? Isn’t that…sacrilege?”
Bull blinks at her and then laughs, body pushing back from the bar table as he throws his head back. “Relax, Inquisitor. Everyone on my team’s got nicknames. Stitches stitches people up, Grim’s quieter than dirt, you know? And Dalish was taken, so she gets Wolf. No article in front. We’re good.”
Evelyn turns the words over in her head. Because she’s found that things are rarely so topical when you’re dealing with a Qunari spy.
“There are other things to call her,” Evelyn prods, “Aside from the obvious reasons, why Wolf?”
“You mean aside from the many wolf skins she wears?” The Iron Bull responds dryly.
“Aside from those.” Though they are very impressive and intimidating. As is the staff.
The Iron Bull hums, turning his tankard on the bar with slow steady movements of his fingers.
“She’s Wolf because if I called her Ataashi then she would have run and I’d have never gotten her back,” He says with a gentleness that Evelyn didn’t know he ever really chose to use. “And it’s just stuck since then.”
“Oh,” Evelyn says. “You like her.”
“Yeah, I mean. I hired her.”
“No, I mean. You like her.”
The Iron Bull actually turns around in his stool to look at her, “Are you asking me if I like, like her like we’re eleven year olds? Yes, Trevelyan, I like-like her the same way you like-like your Commander, except neither of us wants to go at it like the two of you do.”
Evelyn sputters and the Iron Bull’s smile is a touch sharp but also genuinely amused as he roughly pats her shoulder and stands up. “You should finish that. Take some time to relax. Breathe. I think Pentaghast was looking for you to complain about Varric.”
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“So there’s a elf underneath all that wolf after all,” The Iron Bull muses, standing over Ellana and Dalish as they hurriedly rip apart fabric and start arranging things to be re-sewn together. Ellana ignores him as he sits down next to her, watching her work.
It’s summer and Ellana has just gotten back from visiting her clan. Ellana’s normally kept herself to the North during the summer - Orlesian summers are wretched and wet and muggy and the heat is a tangible weight on her chest that makes her feel sluggish and tired.
She’s shed her furs and thrown them into the back of one of the caravans along with the rest of her belongings. She’s also changed out of her normal traveling attire and into a light cotton dress that her cousin had given her when she was up with them. Dalish is wearing one similar and the two of them are working on sewing together pants and tunics with light padding to fight in.
Ellana is not going to be wasting mana on constant cooling and temperature regulating spells in the middle of a fight. That’s ridiculous.
“You seriously do this every year?” Ellana says to Dalish as the woman arranges panels of leather that she had Ellana bring back. No one tans leather like the Dalish masters do.
“I’m not carrying summer gear around all year when we spend most of our time in the mountains or Ferelden,” Dalish replies, “Besides, by the end of the summer this will all be worn down anyway. Watch, you’ll be having to patch something after the next fight and it’ll only go downhill from there.”
“You wanna make me some?” Krem asks.
Ellana and Dalish cast annoyed looks at him.
“You’re the actual professional tailor,” Dalish says, waspish as she turns back to the work in front of her, “You could help us.”
“Nah,” Even Krem’s switched to a short-sleeved shirt and light trousers.
Ellana shoves her hair out of her face and there’s a light tap on her shoulder. Ellana turns her head to see Skinner handing her a leather thong to tie her hair as the other woman presents Dalish with the measurements from the others.
“Not much change since last summer,” Skinner says, “Thank June. A few of our other Dalish members also got materials back from their clan. I think we’ll be able to make it with what we have. We just can’t make mistakes. I’ll start cutting. I’ve got some of the others ready to go.”
“You actually sew a summer set for every single person?” Ellana asks, baffled. “Ridiculous. What happens after summer?”
“After summer we scrap it to pad our winter gear. You know we need it. Besides, we wear them into the ground, summer is a big season for us. No bad weather so everyone wants to go to war and shit or adventuring or doing dumb stunts in stupid dangerous places,” Krem says, “I’ll consider helping if you make the Chief’s out of plaid weave.”
“We don’t have plaid weave,” Ellana says.
“Thank fuck,” the Iron Bull says under his breath. The Iron Bull is the only one among them who doesn’t seem to suffer from the oppressive heat. Ellana’s envious.
She tugs at the collar of her dress, trying to get some air as she scans the measurements with Dalish. This would be the perfect time for the Wolf to show up and drag her on some sort of quest to inspect a rock or dig up some ancient scrap. Which of course means he won’t show up. Though she feels that she’s due for a visit soon, she hasn’t seen the Wolf since before she left the Chargers to visit her clan.
“Here,” the Iron Bull touches her arm with something and Ellana turns, accepting the water skin gratefully. “Can’t have you passing out before the actual work starts.”
“I regret ever letting anyone see me mending my leggings,” Ellana says.
“You’re Dalish, you’d be dead if you can’t sew,” Skinner replies, “It’s part of the package. Sewing, hunting, trapping, dancing, doing stupid stunts with animals.”
“I feel like I ought to be offended but it’s all very true.”
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Healing the Marriage Crisis (Pt 7)
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Question received Online: I have a friend who works in the sexual health field and she speaks of how many young Muslim men and women have distorted views of intimacy and their own sexuality and how they don’t see pleasurable intimacy as part of Muslim marriage so they seek it outside islamically condoned context. How do we as parents/elders help ourselves, our children and our youth have a healthy view of intimacy in relationships growing up and living in the context of an oversexualized and pornography centred world and when sexuality is so taboo in our Muslim circles. What is your advice for both men and women who are already impacted by this and bringing it into their marriages?
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Shaykh Walead Mosaad: Bismillahir rahmannir rahim, I think the questions that were pointed out the pertinent issues- it is a hypersexualized world out there. you know, maybe 30 years ago, when someone would actually have to go to the magazine stand and hide it under the bed and it would be something that they have to work for it to find that type of thing. Nowadays, it’s a click away. And you can put ‘incognito’ google chrome window and won’t be on your history and all that type of thing. You know, one estimate that I read a few years ago said that 75% of internet traffic is pornographic. 75%. And that something like 60-65% of males between the ages of 16-25 have seen pornography within the past week.
Moderator: And if I can jump in with a quick comment, the highest rates are in the Middle East.
Shaykh Walead Mosaad: I saw that one- I’m skeptical. Because I think- you know, Allahua’lam. I think it is an issue there but I think definitely it’s an issue everywhere wherever the highest rate maybe. So, the problem is it’s so ubiquitous, it’s everywhere. That- again we go back to the Tarbiyyah issue. So, there has to be a very strong programme of Tarbiyyah. And I think parents at early age, for the children have to set rules about their internet use and advocate that people, they shouldn’t have like the internet in their bedroom with their door room closed. That if they want to use it, it’s on full view in front of everybody else. Even the adults have to practice that as an example. And that you shouldn’t be sitting locked away in your bedroom with the internet on and the kids to see that – and they think, well, it must be okay because they’re doing it. This has led to very unhealthy expectations in terms of sexual intercourse to the degree now that many men who have been exposed to pornography over a long period of time are no longer sexually functioning and so they can’t actually “do it” except via the warped pornographic images that they’ve seen and they don’t even know how to be intimate with a real woman. This is the thing- I don’t know if there’s a pathology behind it- they made it a sort of disorder, I don’t know if we’ve reached that level but this is what is occurring in our societies. So, we have to protect ourselves first and foremost, we have to be aware that this filth is out there in some of the vile ways- you know, I’m kind of bewildered in societies here in the West that kind of talk about female empowerment and equal rights and so forth, and how vile this pornography can be. Vile perpetrators against women, disgusting things- you know, bodily functions and excretions and things of that sort and all of this depicted in pornography. If you want to read about it and just become disgusted, you can read Chris Hedges’ the Empire of Illusions and it has a whole chapter on Pornography and just how vile and disgusting the whole thing is. So, I think it’s important that we train our young men and our young women because it’s becoming an increasing issue as well that to regulate their use and imagery in general- they have to be careful about. We have now this body image issues both for men and women. Those images you see in the magazines that you see are not real. Those women actually have blemishes, their thighs are actually not that thin and this is increasing and there’s more awareness about it but still, the consciousness in one’s mind remains. So, people have unrealistic explanations about that.
So, I think if you read the books of the Fuqaha, if you read Al-Turath, the classical books, you know, I’ve read some of it and- oh my god, I can’t believe they’re talking about this. You know, they actually go into some detail and into some length about not just what’s allowed and what’s not allowed- even some of the books of Adab talked about approaches what one should do and what they shouldn’t do. You know, Shaykh Ahmad Zarruq, he talks about in his books and he’s a faqih, he’s mutasawwuf and he’s known as muhtasib ulama’ wal awliyya but he goes into certain even about sexual prowess and techniques and what should be done and not done. So, I think there’s no inherent shame in that- it’s not ‘aib, it’s not a taboo, it’s maybe become a cultural taboo. But in terms of our classical text, it’s certainly wasn’t taboo because they talked about it. I think, again going back to mentorship, it would be quite difficult for parents to be in that kind of conversation with their kids but if they had like older big brother, big sister, or that someone who’s kind of that figure in society then some awareness about this has to be obviously raised and some reasonable expectations as well. Definitely have to be part of the conversation. I think nowadays- you know, one of my close friends and teacher, Habib Ali Al-Jufri- he told me, as soon as my children hit puberty, I’m going to talk to them about this stuff. Because it’s already out there. You can’t pretend it’s not. They already know, believe it or not. You think your innocent 12-year old doesn’t know some of these words mean and you know, they do know. And so, if they’re not getting a proper kind of direction and channelling from the parents, they’re going to get it from outside. And they’re going to look for it from the outside and they’re going to google searches and all those things- inevitably the images will come and that’s the slippery slope. And that’s how it starts.
We have to be probably more active parents than all the previous generations before us because we don’t have that like I said, community social support and we have all these things that are kind of working against us that are right in the middle of our house- it comes in via the television satellite or the line, they don’t have to go outside, they don’t have to go to New York Times Square anymore, it’s right there. So, this means we have to be more active. I know parents get tired and I know the easiest thing in the world to do is to put your kids in front of TV to get some time by yourself and then mesmerized but- it’s actually detrimental to their health. And now people are saying let the kids be creative on their own, don’t feel always that you have to keep them entertained. If the child comes say to you, I’m bored and I don’t know what to do. Don’t tell them what to do. You go find out what to do. In those moments of boredom, they’ll find something to do.
And I remember when we had our kids and we were living in Syria, and we didn’t have TV, we had nothing like entertaining in the house- the kids would do these sort of make up dramatic things and they take the cushions from the couch and they built this castle and they’re each holding a sword- they have this big scenario and they pretend and make believe. Make believe is very healthy for kids. We used to do that when we grew up. We make believe with what you see adults doing. It’s kind of the way that they learn. That’s an active way to be a child. But nowadays everything is very passive. When I was a child growing up, they had to go fetch me from outside because it’s getting too late- I was riding my bike in the woods and the dirt, and we used to live by the coast. Now, you have to beg the kids to go outside. They don’t want to go outside. They want to stay inside and watch Netflix. They want to play the games console. They don’t have an interest to go outside. Kids have to have that interaction and have a more active approach to life.
This hyper consumerism is really what’s behind the passive personality that we have and then we consume everything and we’re just passive receptors for pornography and for the latest TV show. We’re watching life go by instead of living life. So, if we start living life, it’s very hard to say to people, ‘no, don’t do this’ if we don’t have alternative. Okay, no, don’t do that, no, don’t do this. So, what do you want me to do? We have to have healthy alternatives. Again, here we go, back to the community. Once the community has healthy alternatives, kids should be learning crafts, young boys should be learning- you know, how to change a tire, how to build a table, carpentry, things like this, they should know how to slaughter an animal, skin it, these are skills that kids are supposed to learn, young boys and young girls should be learning some sort of self-defence- techniques, martial arts, even team sports, fine, but anything that is going to be more of an active thing- building skills, and they get used to the idea that ‘I have a skill or I need to build it and I need to put practice in, right, these were skills early on. Just a generation ago, oh I need to play the clarinet, I have to practice, I have to practice this, I have to practice that. But now the whole thing is like- things are just being given to you.
That Star Wars movie- the new one- where she has the lightsaber and she defeats the bad guys and she flies the millennium falcon like Han Solo couldn’t do it beforehand. Shaykh Abdul Hakim Murad was making commentary on that- he said it’s part of new scenario where everybody kind of- how did she do all that, she didn’t get trained? At least Luke Skywalker had to go to the Tatooine (which is actually in Tunis, right?) and he had to train with Yoda and he had to go through many difficult things and mentorship and “Shaykh”- and moved AND THEN, then he goes and fight Darth Vader but he gets his hands cut off anyway then he completes his tutelage with the “Shaykh” Yoda then he comes back and so forth. So, at least that was the scenarios in the ‘70s. But NOW, she, like, knows how to do everything- fly the thing all by herself so people have this idea like ‘I just have to want it’, just to go there just to grab- you know, this instant gratification, there’s no training and building things up and things like this. So, this is the life skills that have to be taught early and they can have many manifestations. You know, when the Prophet SAW said about three things to teach the kids- he told them about archery, about swimming, and he told about equestrian sport- horse riding and when I read that, I think about it, it’s not just about those three things because each one has a particular life skills teaching. If you want to become good in archery, any type of firing a weapon from a range and hit the target, there are two things that you’re looking for: accuracy and precision. So, you want to hit the bullseye, and you want to be consisting hitting the bullseye, those are two separate skills but you learn them, practice and practice, and to be consistently doing the same thing, the same way over time is what builds our skills up.
When you’re swimming, this is a completely foreign environment for you, you’re in the water. We’re not used to being in the water. We’re used to walking on land. So, you’re navigating something that is foreign to you and moving through it. But that’s a skill that you get in life, too. You navigate things that you don’t know about. And then you learn how to ride the horse. And we tell her when to go, when to stop, when to trot, when to gallop, and so forth, when to canter, all those things. This is a huge, powerful animal. And also, you’re controlling something much bigger than you in a physical aspect, which is another life skill. That thing may seem daunting, ‘I can’t possibly do that. Look at the size of that horse’. But with riyadhah and tarbiyyah, you’re making tarbiyyah of the horse, but really, it’s making tarbiyyah of you- you’re the one who’s actually learning at the same time, you have to have control of the source. So, we have to reinvigorate people’s childhoods especially from the age 7-13 that area right before puberty is critical because if we don’t work on those particular ages, this is when all the difficulties will happen once they hit puberty and they didn’t get that training in the beginning. There’s a lot more I can say but inshaAllah, another time.
Shaykh Hamdi Ben Aissa: SubhanAllah, it’s so sad, we get kids at the age of 3, 4, 5, 6, they have all the attention from their parents, from the relatives, from the society and once they’re at the age of 14, 15, suddenly they’re left alone, ignored and they have to figure out on their own. Building life skills is very, very important. I know two brothers from the same father and same mother. Both of them I love them. The difference between them is one of them has a problem with watching porn movies, consumerism and he was always asked what to do even though he is a very good man but he has this indecisiveness, not knowing how to jump. He and his brother are like day and night. What made the difference? Boxing. What made the difference? The brother was younger and he went to do boxing. And they could see boxing helped- he was mentored, he was trained, his ego was tamed- because with a coach, coach and boxing. So, he understands. He gets it very easily. The other one- if you yell a little, or if he has a challenge, he just gives up. The other brother, he will continue and he will know how to go through, etc. so, these are very important things to teach people skills. Indeed, statistically speaking, you think about all this porn movies and being addicted to that comes from qasad – the lack of the leisure time, the empty time, I would say the lack of investment, when you’re not invested in a project of building yourself or building of something, if you’re not invested, you’ll be an easy prey to be consumed and to go and consume things and to have that attitude of a consumer.
Sexuality being a taboo- we’re not meant to talk about sexuality with kids. This doesn’t mean when we say sexuality is a taboo, it shouldn’t be a taboo. Sexual problems shouldn’t be a taboo with people as Habib Al-Jufri said, when they reach puberty, when they are there- when they are exposed to these things because they’re already there. But we shouldn’t make sexuality over exposed to kids. The ideal thing is when you have kids who are not, who are never exposed to any filth and who get married young and naturally, they will find their way in that. That’s the ideal context. Like the family of habaib in Tarim, they have their kids, boys at the age of 17-18 and girls at the age of 15-16, and they have their relationship and they are mentored by the families. Why not? Because in Canada, they get their first sexual relationship and they start living together at the age of 15 and he has a girlfriend at the age of 13 and this is not rare to see today. Why not facilitate this through a marriage? And the families need to play a role that can protect our kids from that and get them married early enough before getting really exposed to that filth. But the main solution, as Shaykh Walead has pointed is to get them busy, get them involved with in a project, let them have a sense of belonging, a strong sense of belonging, let them feel that they belong to a big project, give them a higher purpose, let them have a purpose in their life, give them a sense of transcendence so they feel like all these qualities that they need to cultivate in themselves- it’s all about transcendence. Patience is about transcendence. Gratitude is about transcendence. Accepting is about transcendence. Treating others nicely is about transcendence. And also give them a nice story so they need to feel like they are part of a bigger story. He’s from a good family, he’s from this, etc. so, he needs to keep that legacy, he needs keep that story, he’s from a big and great religion, and he has a mission on earth. Being invested in something is the solution, seriously, and not being invested in just being like that- al-hamish- marginalized it you’re an easy prey to all of that.
Now after marriage, if someone is exposed to all of that and that was the question. So, the question was, how do people who are exposed to all of that and after they marriage, how do they deal with that? We are Muslims right. We believe that Allah SWT- here is a matter of faith- we try not to have accommodate that delinquency – because there are two approaches and I have seen it. First, is the Muslim activist approach- they will tell you, ‘You know what? Let us accommodate the delinquency, let us accommodate the sickness. So, yes, you have to put yourself out there, sister, you have to make up for your husband. You have to go and buy this- you have to compete with prostitutes, basically.’ Right, we’ll say it like that in that plain way. You have to go and buy that ugly underwear, and buy ugly makeup, and you have to watch movies and learn how to do like these people because otherwise your husband will be looking for that elsewhere and you’ll be responsible for that. Yes, there are discourses there in the masajid and imams would say that to their people. And the blame is always on our sister because in the beginning she’s wearing makeup and she’s taking care of her body. After she has a child, she’s not taking care of herself, she’s no longer going to the gym, she’s not setting her hair, makeup, etc. NO. This solution is not to accommodate delinquency because it’s nafs, it’s whims and desires. It’s black hole. The more you give it, the more it will demand. The more you feed into it- and after porn movies, after that homosexuality will come, it’s like that, after the soft drug, there is the hard drug, after the soft sex, there is the hard sex, and they will ask for more and more and more. The more you feed into the delinquency, the more delinquency will grow. It’s a body- it’s something within you and it will ask for more food. The approach is not that. Wallahua’alam. We have to really, there- faith comes. Allah SWT is able to purify what we cannot purify. Go with the true tawbat to Allah SWT. Let us invest our faith. Islam is not a burden. It’s a liberation. And Islam is a treasure. Let us get some benefit out of it. We are carrying Islam, we are defending Islam, we are suffering because of this Islam, let us try to get some of it, let us to get, to invest it, to benefit from it, really. It has many solutions to our life. Faith is not a burden. It’s a real thing! When you know Allah SWT is able! Able to make you forget all of that- even if you are addicted.
Two things for someone who has problems of addiction. He needs two pillars, two legs that you need to walk on: 1) to know that Allah is Able to help you, 2) do not justify your mistakes- close the doors! Don’t say, “Yeah, it’s better than zina. To save myself from zina, I found myself watching porn movies or something like that’ which is worse than zina- mental health. I’m waiting for muftis with courage to tell you- even in shari’ah legal speaking- is actually worse than zina. But we have psychologists who can tell you that watching porn movies is way more harmful than getting into an unhealthy physical relationship. Watching something in virtual screen affects you more. Actually, watching a war movie leaves you with traumas more than the physical wars- it traumatized the brain. This is known scientifically- something filthy like that, with that big image, etc. and people being abused and oppressed in that business- you know, these are girls who are acting there- their passports and their IDs are taken from them- they are held hostages, and they were given drugs and are addicted to it- after that, they won’t give them shots until they come and do what they asked them to do. And you, Mr Muslim and brother, reading the Qur’an and you go and watch that? Go to hell. You are going to hell, absolutely. You will burn there. You pray, you don’t pray. You fast, you don’t fast. You have to hear this: You are abusing them and will be asked. Zina with one girl is better than abusing 100 and more girls. Every movie you watched, you are promoting it- you are making it more popular online, you are encouraging that business. What are your ethics? So, may Allah SWT protect us ala kulli hal. So, it comes from that lack of manhood, lack of investment, in the solution after marriage when make tawbah. Make tawbah. We have to make real tawbah.
I have known people, physical beings. I have studied with them and we have known each other when we were together at the university. They have come to me and declared that they were homosexuals and they acted on their homosexuality. Okay, now that they are the best fathers I have ever met, seriously, and everything was washed (they made tawbah). And I’m coming from a position that homosexuality is a sexual delinquency like porn movies. So, it’s something like that. It comes from the same thing. It comes from whims, emptiness, etc. I have known people who were addicted to porn movies before, I know prostitutes and now they have beautiful lives. Allah SWT can bring dead things back to life. So, let us ask Him, Al-Muhyi and with mentorship, it’s not too late for yourselves to invest yourself, go and busy yourself with something good. It’s not too late. Do your jihad. You have invest yourself in something, and khalas, get out of this whims and desires and become a man. Man up! Become a woman. Become mature. It’s not too late. And that’s it. And that jahiliyyah will become just childishness and let us transform being a Muslim from a burden. Let us have an asset, just be a man of God- it’s a privilege. You can pray. You have the One that can actually change the heart. Let us think, invest and meditate on that relationship. It will transform everything. That’s the elixir. Get ourselves out of our bubble and invest in a bigger cause and you see it will heal us. May Allah SWT protect us.
Ustadha Shehnaz Karim: I just want to recommend a website in answer to this question and talks about a lot of matters of marriages called www.marriageinfaith.com. It has some articles that relate to this topic. I think it’s a very question that was asked. I think we’ve left a void definitely in terms of talking about intimacy and into that void has come whatever else is out there- it’s just filled the void- whatever else that we see in society around us and that tends to be all influenced by pornography even in society here because there wasn’t a strong religious framework to support people because Christianity and Judaism – in the way they were expressed anyway- such a negative relationship with this aspect of life. And so, I think that it’s really important to have a mentor who can speak of this matter in a spiritual way. Every single aspect of a Muslim’s life has to be spiritual. There’s no such thing as something that’s only for pleasure. If you just look at the matter of eating and you want to compare the two. You need to eat and eating can be pleasurable but above all, it has to be an active worship. There’s a way to begin it, there’s a way to end it, there’s a way to engage in it. Just because it is halal, technically speaking, for me to take this cup and pour it all over my face or to go and lick it like a dog doesn’t mean that it’s the right thing to do. We have to be very careful about that because we kind of giggle when we tell people- and I remember being a teenager going to retreats and camps and stuffs like that for teenagers and it’s all like - ‘Once you get married, you can do whatever you want’ - that’s not true. It’s not a free for all. God is still watching us. We still have Prophet Sallallahu Alayhi Wasallam who was married and we only have to think about how he must have engaged in that to understand that it’s a holy thing. And as soon as you reduce it to consuming person or making it how the other person looks, or what they can do for you. You’ve become very selfish in the process. And it’s as if you’re engaging with your own self. The other person might as well be a doll.
People are really having intimacy with their own selves only today. They have no thought of the other person. They have no thought for the understanding that this is building something together. That even your physical relationship- even in our Western society, it’s called making love- it’s not called just using someone to get your thrills out of them because as Shaykh Hamdi said, thrills get old and you need something new after that. If we treat food in that way, we get sick and tired of the same old nutritional, nourishing food. We want to get new “highs” – there are people like that. There are people who want to eat for example, monkey brains, they want to try snakes because it’s not enough anymore to have just a healthy meal. Because they’re looking for a new kick all the time. So, we have to be very careful how we approach this. And we have to recognize that this is something spiritual above all. And like I said, look at this website and it has very good articles, it’s drawing on other sacred traditions that were untouched so far by Western paradigm of pornography such as old Hindu traditions and other ancient traditions that referred to this aspect of life which are about the spiritual content of it and the spiritual meaning of it and how to understand that it’s about energy, a shared energy and it’s not about how the person looks. So, we remove ourselves hopefully from this very childish and ridiculous level of discourse that we find inside marriages that unfortunately we get exposed to because people come and tell us about how pained they are about how their spouse chooses to speak to them about this where people are saying that that’s my right: ‘It’s my right that you dye your hair everyday because you need variety.’ And this kind of ugly discourse where you know, outside you’re a person of God, you have a beard and you attend the Masjid and inside, you’re worse than even her colleague at work. And it really has come to that. There are many non-Muslim men who have far higher moral integrity in treating their partner and honouring her and accepting her and loving her exactly as she is than men coming from ‘religious’ home where they talk down to their wives, they threatened her that they’re going to marry someone else, and they think they have a right within Islam to speak to her like that. This is ABUSE and it has to end. We have to stop this contradiction of “Oh yeah, we dress so nicely but on the side, we like to do this and that- behind closed doors, we’re also consumers of Victoria Secret and La Senza. BE CAREFUL. There’s a way to do everything. There’s a beautiful way to do everything and it robs nothing from the experience, it actually enhances the experience when you understand that modesty obtains no matter where you are no matter what you’re doing- it even follows us into the bathroom – how can you think that it won’t follow you into this relationship? It doesn’t even make sense. Just think about it. So, there’s a lot of guidance on this and it’s very important that we address this because people feel very dehumanized when they’re reduced to just objects for somebody else’s pleasures. It’s not about pleasure above all. It’s about LOVE. And so, we have to really take care of that and be willing to explore that in there and no one loses in that experience, no one loses. No one is going to be denied- many husbands, ‘Oh, I won’t get what I want.’ It’s not the case. Every time you reach for a higher meaning, you’re actually are more fulfilled by the experience.
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4 Things Mothers and Fathers Are Neglecting about Phones
A sound you could have been hearing for months, perhaps years right now? Among them is the sound of hand squeezing that all of us mommies and dads are taken part in about what appears like the parenting question of the day.
When could I purchase my children a cellphone?
I attempt you to find a parenting magazine or blog site that doesn't have a writer or editor assigned to this topic on an almost indefinite cycle.
Morever, it's tough to fight with the issues this subject matter generates, given that cellular phone are exceptionally costly and gives a child the capability to do stuff you might have been punished simply fifteen years ago.
I start to have a problem, however, with all of the posts, websites, and declarations parenting experts and your nearby neighbor are using when the response is laced with conceit. I believe this, and I do just that, so it indicates I'm a much better dad or mom than I.
Reminds me of the problems to be a good moms and dad.
As optimistic, alternative-minded, young moms and dads, my better half and I gave in quickly to the philosophy of a alternative labor and birth.
That would have been good were it in no way for the fact that we consumed handouts, magazines, and guidance from our midwife whole lot more as smart recommendations than unbiased information.
We were actually duped into thinking that having a all natural birth made us, well, better individuals.
This is what parenting involves, particularly when you are privileged sufficient to have a whole host of issues as my household does. So, considering that I can't beat all of them, I might as well sign up with the fun.
The following blog is partly out of wanting to satisfy a demand.
As a moms and dad and teacher whose family and professional lives are more intertwined than many (I teach in a school community in which I live; my own kids attend my school), and being an individual whose image is inextricable from that of glossy gizmos, I get asked the mobile phone question a lot.
It follows me just like a word through a hallway. I typically greet this concern with a little dose of irritation, and a big dose of squirminess, and the majority of my actions try to prevent the subject of children and cellphones.
However, I discovered that there are three things most moms and dads regularly fail to consider.
1. It's Not a Phone; It's Actually an On-line-enabled Personal PC
This past year, I attempted purchasing a routine cellphone for my mother who also was tired of the iPhone she was carrying around since it might just do excessive.
Obtaining one was a very hard job. We label these cellular phones for a great factor, and nowadays you can find mobile phones everywhere, making finding a regular mobile phone almost difficult.
But phrases are an effective thing.
2. Is Much More Expensive in Comparison to what You Guess
Most parents are still living in a period of time when purchasing your children that wanted item on the Christmas list is something you buy, conclude, and offer to the kid.
But something brand-new is happening.
I'm just not trying to state parents don't understand that voice and data plans cost cash, but numerous stop working to even remind their kids that while the cost of the smart device is 500 dollars, is truly, a $5000 toy for the life of the subscription.
I seem like lots of are missing out on a fantastic monetary mentor moment here.
What's more, specifically as an instructor who invites trainees to bring their own gadgets to class, the number of times I see kids with smart devices but no cash to purchase apps, music, and video games is a sight I have actually grown familiar with.
In this scenario, why would not you try workarounds or find illegal methods of accessing content?
Do not blame children for being the expected generation that doesn't wish to pay for stuff. This is almost 100% an adult issue.
3. There is No Need for a Mobile Phone
I seem like this is one of the best examples of how fast innovation is moving in our time.
I meet numerous moms and dads who demonize the capabilities of cellular phone for children, while failing to see that they bought their kid an iPod Touch or similar gadget years earlier.
I couldn't think my eyes just recently when I listened to a parent haughtily state how she would "never let my child have a cell phone like so-and-so" while simultaneously seeing her boy thumb away on a fourth generation iPod Touch. For weeping out loud, numerous grownups do not even have a mobile phone that powerful! You can forgive anybody for missing this rapid advancement in mobile technology, however you can't offer them a pass if they're simultaneously pompous about it.
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A lot of individuals believe that the teddy bear is simply an ultimate component of the youth reality, a thing that needs to have existed because the beginning of time. So what does that state about my kid's mobile phone? Can it assist him cultivate secure personality skills for a linked environment?
If it truly is about the substantial display, the ultra powerful processor chip, or the fabulous video camera, there can be an argument. If he ends up being consumed with updates and extras, with enjoying the slick new item, a little something is not right.
If he thinks that better features will assist him suit, or feel like one of the great children, he is mistaken. He has puzzled interpersonal rank with interpersonal ability. And he is utilizing the challenge compensate for sensations of inability.
I'll need to inform him that, in the long term, this type of fetish will just magnify his feeling of insufficiency. Of course, tech enterprises will most certainly carry on and make sure that we are always almost 7 months far from a brand-new interesting product.
Advertising will motivate consumers to covet each new version. And marketers will exploit the deep emotional connections we develop with much of our smart devices; they will leverage our mental dependence for earnings.
It is possible to cultivate a healthy relationship with innovation if we keep in mind that life is always lived through the tools of the times. Mobile phones can be a bridge in between individual and basic memories. They assist us moderate our bond with the environment around you and me.
mouse click the following article For that reason, my job, as parent, is not to regulate and limit screen time.
I do not require to worry about my kid's age-appropriate single-minded devotions.
Rather, I need to teach him how to live well with the primary tools of a linked world.
I require to reveal to him just how digital gadgets can be utilized as instruments that enrich communities, motivating and making it possible for civil participation, connecting us with far people who talk about our most unknown concerns, revealing all of us to varied perspectives and multicultural techniques of knowing, providing simple access to the information and data that helps us advocate for I and for most people.
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Thunderbirds -- Chapter 37
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Roger
I had a lot to think about on the drive back to Indiana. I had been pretty irritated with Jared's parting performance but it didn't really diminish the guilt I was feeling for treating him the way I had. It wasn't really any of my business how he chose to live his life, and I was wrong for judging him for behaving the way I had been behaving for pretty much all of mine. I decided I would wait a few days for him to calm down and then call him and apologize. I had been enjoying our friendship, I would like to at least mend fences. I knew he had no interest in actually having a relationship, I knew he was just spoiled and not used to not getting his way. I figured once the sting of it wore off he would be back to his old self. It was an easy enough fix I told myself.
Jane's situation, on the other hand, wasn't as straightforward. I waited with growing dread for Mitch's phone call. Whatever happened, we would deal with it, one way or another, but I wasn't looking forward to a big fight. It was the last thing Jane needed right now. I had made it to just outside Danville, IL when my phone began to ring. I knew that whatever news awaited me on the other side of that line I couldn't pay attention to it and drive so I pulled off the highway at the next exit, parked at a Phillips station and quickly rang Mitch back. My skin had gone clammy by the time he answered.
“Just tell me straight up, what are we dealing with,” I said as soon as he came on the line. There was a little chuckle and my anxiety levels dropped several notches.
“Jane says that Jared's the one that recommended that attack dog lawyer in Los Angeles for her, is that right?”
“Uhm, yeah?” I said, not exactly following yet.
“Well, you need to thank Jared because that guy saved our asses.”
That sounded promising at least. “What happened?”
“Well just so you know up front, everything is fine, Jane's under my custody for the time being. But she bombed that evaluation with that doctor this afternoon.”
As relieved as I was that Angus seemed to be out of the picture I was concerned about what was going on with Jane that might cause her to do so badly. “What happened, Mitch? What's wrong with Jane?”
“Don't flip out on me Roger,” Mitch said evenly. I didn't like the sound of this.
“Mitch, what the hell is going on?" I demanded. "Why was Jane so terrified this morning?”
“The doctor here thinks that she was underdiagnosed in St. Louis. It happens with brain injuries, sometimes it takes a few days to see how severe things are. He let Jane come back home with us tonight but they are discussing either readmitting her here or letting her go back to New York. Apparently, there's a really good treatment program there. But here I can watch out for her. If she goes back to New York, I can't leave Audrey and the girls to go take care of her... ”
“I'll take care of her.” I cut him off. “Whatever it takes, wherever it's best for her. Just say the word.”
“Okay, calm down. We'll what Dr. Nepp.... that's her neurologist here, Dr. Nepp," Mitch explained. "We'll see what he wants to do tomorrow. We see him again at 8:00 a.m. She's doing pretty good this afternoon. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.”
Mitch sounded so much calmer than I felt. I felt terrible for leaving. I should have put Shannon in a rental car and let him drive his own ass back to Wisconsin. I don't know why I didn't. I pressed my palm against my eye and tried to reason with myself but I wanted to scream. Jane wasn't the only one whose emotions were all over the place.
“Anyway, after the exam I was pretty nervous about the hearing. But then this whole team of attorneys shows up at the courtroom, apparently sent in by the L.A. guy. They had all this stuff on Angus and all this paperwork showing what was going on with Jane and background on me and everything. They knocked it out of the park. I have full medical power of attorney right now, and Angus isn't allowed to contact Jane, any of her family members, you or Shannon, and can't come within 1,000 feet. Probably going to cost Jane a pretty penny but I don't think she minds.”
Fuck. I was going to have to have Shannon thank Jared as soon as I called him. “That's amazing.”
“Yup, it sure is. It lets us focus on helping Jane get better and none of this other garbage. So how much longer until you get here?”
“I'm probably still about two hours out.”
“Well, that's just about right. As usual, the girls want to go out and have pizza with Aunt Jane. She's napping now but she should be up to it. Meet us at the Monical's on 41 around 6:30? Should be right on your way into town.”
“Sure thing,” I said hanging up the phone and sighing in relief. I called Shannon, but got his voice mail. I assumed they were either in sound check or playing, I couldn't remember when their set today was. I left a message letting him know what was going on and finished my drive back to Mitch's.
Jane:
“Come on, Roger, I don't' want to do any more of these today.” I closed the workbook and thrust it and my pencil back into Roger's lap. “His plane will be landing any minute now.”
“And when he disembarks we'll stop,” Roger said, holding the workbook out in front of me. “You skipped therapy today to come meet him at the airport so you're going to get your math problems done now.”
I groaned and took the book back. This was the first time I had seen Shannon since the hospital, almost two weeks ago. I didn't want to think about any stupid therapy homework, I just wanted my Shan-bear. With a scowl, I flipped back to the next page in the workbook.
My little concussion had turned out to be moderate brain injury. My forgetfulness in the day after the accident had only been the tip of the iceberg. I had become increasingly anxious and paranoid in the following days. There had been additional tests and a parade of specialists, but what it all boiled down to in the end was a diminished capacity to self-regulate my emotions, diminished short-term memory recall and, inexplicably, a loss of most of my math skills. All these things were expected to improve, and they were, but much slower than I would have liked. I went to therapy for a couple hours a day where they worked on the skills I had lost. The problem was that other than that, I wasn't allowed to do anything. I was supposed to be resting my brain so I wasn't allowed to write, or read or play board games or even watch intellectually challenging television programs. I was going stir crazy. And I missed my Shannon.
He called me after every show, and we had long phone conversations on his days off but of course, it wasn't the same as having him there with me and being wrapped up in one of his amazing hugs. He was only here visiting for two days, then he had a show in New Jersey, but they would be back in New York next week. I was so anxious for his tour to be over. I wanted some real time with him. As it was sometimes when I called he was busy and Jared ended up picking up the phone. That wasn't too bad, at least I got to have some nice chats with Jared too. After all the misunderstandings it was good to repair that friendship. But it wasn't helping my Shannon withdrawals and since I was emotionally all over the place these days it was affecting me more than it should have.
I tapped my pencil against the page with a sigh. Shannon's flight should have landed already. I tried not to let my imagination run away with me, I flew enough to know that arrival and departure times were in reality mostly suggestions. But it was incredibly frustrating. When his flight finally landed I shoved the workbook and pencil back at Roger and jumped out of my seat.
“Jane, you have to wait for him to disembark,” Roger pointed out. He tucked everything back into his tote with an air of frustration. I knew taking care of me was not exactly high on his list of fun things to do, but Roger had seemed different since my accident. I had tried to talk to him about it but he shifted the discussion every time I brought it up. I thought something had maybe happened between him and Jared but Jared brushed off the subject whenever I brought it up to him too, claiming not to know what Roger's attitude change was about. I was pretty sure they were both full of shit and I was kind of hoping that maybe Jared had confided in Shannon what was going on and I was going to get some answers now that I had him here where I could corner him.
I was so excited when I got my first glimpse of Shannon. He looked like he'd had a nap on the flight and his hair was ruffled in that sort of sleepy parakeet way that was becoming increasingly familiar. I threw myself into his arms as soon as he was in range, and he wasted no time in kissing me, those powerful lips of his pulling me back under his thrall in seconds.
“I missed you, Janey,” he whispered against my ear as he clutched me against him, and I found myself inhaling deeply for that scent of his before I even realized what I was doing. “I've been so worried about you,” he added.
Shannon had just brought a carry-on bag since he was only in for the weekend, and without luggage to collect we were out of the airport and in a cab back to mine and Roger's apartment in a flash. Shannon was uncharacteristically talkative the entire ride, telling me about the shows I had missed. I listened quietly, unsure of what to add. My life had been extremely uneventful since we parted, emergency hearing aside. It felt sort of awkward, sitting like that while he rattled on, knowing it was generally me that carried our conversations. Suddenly though, I didn't know what to say to him at all.
Once we were back at my place Roger started listing all the things I still wasn't allowed to do. Shannon listened patiently and promised to take good care of me, but I was fast becoming tired of being treated like I was a six-year-old. It felt like I was being handed from one babysitter to the next. “I know what I'm allowed to do Roger, and I can make up my own mind about it, ” I said tersely.
“And she's still a little moody,” Roger added.
“Oh fuck you,” I retorted. Shannon's eyes got big. I don't think he'd ever seen a cross word between Roger and me before. Then again, he hadn't been around us that much. We fought occasionally too, just like any other pair of friends. It just never lasted long.
“You know what, Jane, whatever. I'm tired of fighting you today. Drummer boy blows back into town and suddenly nothing else matters to you.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I demanded. I didn't know why things were boiling over now but I was willing to let Roger yell at me a bit if it would help me get to the bottom of whatever had been bothering him.
“Oh come on. All I hear out of you lately is Shannon this and Shannon that...”
“Are you jealous?” I asked incredulously. Surely that wasn't it. Roger had never been jealous of anyone I had dated.
“No, I'm not fucking jealous, Jane!” Roger grumbled. I noticed Shannon grabbing his bag and heading down the hall, wisely leaving us to settle whatever was going on. I had to respect him having enough sense not to get in the middle of it. “I just wish you'd show a little sense.”
“Roger I have been trying my ass off. I've been doing what I'm supposed to do. Am I supposed to feel guilty about wanting to enjoy a weekend with my boyfriend?”
“Is he? Your boyfriend? Have the two of you even talked about that or what that means? Do you know what you're doing at all?” Roger demanded, running his hand through his hair.
I was puzzled by his questions. Of course, Shannon was my boyfriend. We had pushed everything aside to be together. How could he not be my boyfriend? “Are you serious right now Roger? Why are you bringing this up now, in front of Shannon?”
“Because every other time I bring it up you blow me off. Let's face it, Jane, you don't exactly have a stellar track record when it comes to making decisions about men.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, you're really the relationship guru here.”
“I'm doing better than you are.”
“Really? Is that so? What happened to Daphne? Why aren't you speaking to Jared?" I felt bad for bringing up Daphne but I was at a loss as to what was going on in Roger's head. "What the fuck is going on with you? Just because I don't know how things got fucked up doesn't mean I don't know they aren't. You're a lot easier to read than you think. Even if I am brain damaged.”
“You're not brain damaged.” Roger insisted.
“Yeah, actually, I am. Let's be honest for a minute. And you've been freaked out ever since it happened.”
“It's not about that Jane. I swear.”
“Then what, Roger? Help me out here. What the fuck has been up with you ever since St. Louis?”
“I don't know,” Roger said. Suddenly all the fight seemed to go out of him and he dropped onto the sofa, head in his hands. I sat down next to him and place my hand at the small of his back, making small soothing circles.
“Roger, I know this thing with me has been stressful for you. I'm really sorry to put you through this....”
“That's not it,” Roger interjected weakly but I continued on.
“I know you're just looking out for me. That's what you do. And I'm sorry I snapped at you. You have to see if from my point of view. Everyone is treating me like I can't even make the simplest decisions for myself, even though the doctors have said I'm mostly fine.” As frustrated and out of sorts as I had been feeling, I felt so much worse suddenly for having snapped at Roger. I knew my moods were still all over the place. I knew my feelings of frustration at the situation were valid, but my attitude was uncalled for. I wanted to reach him but I didn't seem to know how to go about it properly anymore.
“Jane, it's not that. I get it I do. This recovery of yours has been hard for both of us but I don't mind looking out for you, really. I promise," he assured me as he patted my hand.
“Then what is it? I know what my problem is, but you haven't been yourself lately either.”
“Look, just go spend some time with Shannon.” He looked around and noticed that Shannon had disappeared. “Tell him I'm sorry for blowing up like that. I'll take you guys to dinner if you want.”
I shook my head. “No, I was planning on cooking, remember? But Roger...”
“Can we talk about it later? Maybe when your boyfriend isn't probably listening in the background?”
I sighed. I knew I wasn't going to get any further with him right now. “Fine,” I said before going to join Shannon in the bedroom.
Shannon was sitting uncomfortably on the edge of my bed, hands in his lap. “I hope this is your bedroom,” he said with a laugh, pointing to the collection of antique rag dolls in a cabinet on the wall.
I nodded and sat down next to him. “Yeah, I actually collect those. Some of them belonged to my great-grandmother.”
“That's really neat actually. I don't remember you having them in L.A. Though.”
“I didn't have room for them there,” I explained.
Shannon paused, frowning at the floor before continuing. “Is everything okay between you and Roger? Is he mad at me or something? He was kind of pissy on the drive up to Wisconsin after your accident.”
I shook my head. “I don't know what's wrong with him really. Did something happen between him and Jared?”
“Not that I know of. Jared was kind of bitchy for a few days after he left, now that I think about it. But he's been moody lately too so it may not have anything to do with Roger.”
Apparently bored with the conversation, Shannon leaned over and pressed his lips to mine, his tongue inviting itself in to swirly softly with my own. I sighed and laid back against the mattress, pulling Shannon on top of me. In minutes his hands were under my shirt, his mouth leaving a trail of wet, pink skin as he nibbled gently towards my breasts. I just wanted to relax and be with him but Roger's meltdown had me feeling like the world's worst friend. With a sigh, I pushed him aside.
“I'm sorry, “ I apologized. “I'm just worried about Roger. Let's pick this back up after dinner.”
To his credit, Shannon didn't complain, just gave me another kiss before sitting up. “Fine,” he told me with a smirk. “But screaming my name had better be on your list of approved activities. Otherwise, we're just going to have to ignore doctor's orders.”
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I have depression and it's awful and my parents aren't always the most supportive. Recently they've been threatening to take away my PlayStation if I don't listen to them (not getting out of bed when then tell me to even though I'm literally always tired when i wake up, no matter how much sleep i get and they don't understand how difficult it is) and they've told me my door is closed too much and i should leave it open. (It isn't closed nearly as often as they think it is, and it's usually 1/2
(2/2) only closed when I want some privacy (usually when I just want to be alone for a little bit to collect myself). I’m 18. I don’t know who is in the right here. They say it’s “for my own good” and that it seems like I’m not trying to get better so I need some “motivation” (in the form of taking my things away). Gaming is one of the few ways I can hang out with my friends bc they’re all long distance and sometimes I just need to be alone. Are they being too controlling or are they right?
I think they may be misinformed about what’s going to make you better. I always find it helpful to assume parents want to do the right thing (because usually they do), but that they may go about things the wrong way.
First of all, every child/minor/person has a right to privacy - where access that privacy would not compromise their safety. So unless your parents are worried you’re going to be harming yourself or being harmed by someone else and that’s why they want your door open, imho there isn’t a good reason to have it open.
Re: taking your playstation away (especially when it’s your social contact), again, the only reason I can think that would be a useful solution is if they’re worried it’s causing you harm. And it could be causing you harm. Did you know that excessive gaming can (and usually does) alter the reward circuitry of your brain? It changes the concentration of your dopamine receptors which makes it more difficult over time to motivate yourself to things (dopamine is involved in motivation) and more difficult for you to concentrate (dopamine is involved in concentration).
In moderate amounts, your brain should only be minimally affected by gaming any changes and you won’t notice any other differences. However, if you’re gaming all day every day and you already have depression, chances are you using gaming to medicate yourself and, unfortunately, the way it impacts your brain is going to make it harder for you to overcome your depression.
If you parents are coming at taking the playstation away from you from this angle - I understand why they’re doing it. I don’t think it’s the best solution, though. If you can’t be trusted to regulate your own gaming, how about negotiating with them to have the playstation for 2-3 hours at night, or whenever your friends are all on, so you don’t miss out on that social contact? That way, your brain will have time to repair, but you’ll still get to spent time with friends.
If you’re not addicted to gaming (or gaming for 5-6+ hours a day), there is literally no reason to punish you by removing the playstation when you’re depressed. If you can’t get out of bed, there’s a issue with your neurochemistry that requires psychiatric intervention. Maybe you need anti-depressants, or, if you’re already on them, a stronger dose or different ones.
You don’t punish a diabetic person who is sluggish because of low blood sugar by taking away their possession. You give them the glucose they need to medicate the problem.
I think you need to have a talk with them about what’s important and what you need - with a counsellor present if possible. Sometimes your parents won’t listen to you. If you can’t have a counsellor present, sit them down at the kitchen table, tell them that you understand they’re worried about you but punishing you for being ill isn’t going to solve the problem. Ask for what you need (if that’s medical appointments, and time to spend with your friends), and tell them you’re doing the best you can.
Hopefully that gives you some direction
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5 Reasons Your Dachshund Will love Hiking
Believe it or not, most Dachshunds enjoy hiking.
That is my experience anyway.
I founded a Dachshund club in 2010 to assist individuals get energetic with theirs and also lots of times a Dachshund has actually involved our hikes that has actually never ever done it in the past
. The proprietors are shocked just how their Doxie requires to trek today and also just how pleased it makes them. I’ve seen many Dachshunds”come to life “on the trail.
Many proprietors don’t take their Wiener Dogs beyond their area out of concern. The Misconception About How Fragile Dachshunds Are Many individuals listen to that the
Dachshund breed is susceptible to back problems. It is a fact that 25%will have some sort of back issue in their life. The misconception though is that the owner can totally regulate whether their Doxie harms their back or otherwise.
What individuals do not understand is that the primary source of back issues in Dachshunds between 4 and also 8 years old, when there has actually been no obvious, intense injury like an automobile mishap, is a hereditary illness. This genetic condition is called Intervertebral Disk Disease (IVDD). It creates a dog’s back to age too soon and
end up being breakable, which can cause a disk tear. You can’t 100 % control whether your Dachshund will certainly hurt their back or not due to the fact that the primary cause is a hereditary disease.
You can
treat a Dachshund like a breakable item of glass all their life and also they can jump up from bed eventually suddenly unable to walk
. I’m not claiming proprietors should not offer their Dachshund the most effective possibility they can at no injury, a light injury, or easier healing. They should.
Things to avoid consist of leaping from high areas, a great deal of harsh play where their Dachshund is twisting their spinal column, play with large dogs that lead to the bigger dog “slapping” a Dachshund’s back.
Yet many individuals lump hiking into this “risk” category and, in reality, treking can really be an useful task for Dachshunds.
Among my Dachshunds has IVDD and suffered a back injury. I worked with a number of experts to assist her get back to regular as long as feasible.
Every one of them told me her healing would certainly be much easier because she on a regular basis went hiking– she was a healthy and balanced weight and her core muscles were strong because of it.
Dachshunds Were Bred for Hiking
The Dachshund type originated in Germany and also was bred for searching badgers as well as various other small game that such as to combat back.
The features required to quest these tiny pets makes them fearless and also vibrant dog with a lot of energy.W The Dachshund breed was
established to be seekers. Although they are hardly ever utilized for that purpose in the United States, they preserve many of initial the features as well as attributes. Dachshunds are regulative used to track as well as quest in Europe. Dachshunds aren’t used for searching as much in the United States however I have actually come across some being utilized for bird searching as well as finding injured deer (scent monitoring ). Several genetic traits that make Dachshunds great hunters also make them excellent walkers. 5 Reasons You Should Hike With Your Dachshund There are numerous benefits to your Dachshund if they go hiking on a regular basis.
1 )It offers their sniffer an exercise
Dachshunds can get bored of the usual smells in their lawn and also
around their neighborhood. Scents in the woods are really various. There are way more of them as well as they are more wonderful than the ones most dogs encounter
every day. When most Wiener Dogs hike, they keep their nose to the ground as well as their sniffer burning the midnight oil. You can see the happiness and also exhilaration on their face.
2)It offers mental excitement In addition to all the views and smells, treking provides psychological excitement. A Dachshund has to utilize their brain to
resolve troubles like climbing up over a little log or rocks. Consider treking with your
Dachshund like positioning them within a big puzzle. 3)It releases pleased chemicals in their body Treking obtains your Dachshund’s heart pumping. This enhanced task will release endorphins
, which make them feel satisfied and complete of energy.
4) It will assist keep their weight in check
Treking burns a more calories than a general walk around the block.
Ensuring your Dachshund is not overweight is essential not even if weight problems can shorten their life by approximately 2.5 years.
Maintaining a canine at a healthy weight is stabilizing their calories in (food) with their calories out (workout). Treking is a wonderful cardio workout that burns a lot of calories.
If your Dachshund has a great deal of fat on their body, just walking can be literally uneasy and also it can make their joints injured, including their back.
5) They won’t obtain reprimanded as much
There are lots of habits problems that can result from a
Dachshund not obtaining sufficient workout. These habits can vary from moderate like not sleeping with the night or being a little irritable to much more serious like extreme barking or licking paws.
These undesirable habits can lead to you yelling at your dog or getting very frustrated, which a Dachshund can notice.
Hiking is an enjoyable way to assist make certain your Dachshund is obtaining the exercise they require.
Exactly how to Hike With Your Dachshund
Some of you reading this might already be hiking with your Dachshund and also were seeking peace of mind that, as some people assert, you were not being “mean for making them trek thus far on their short little legs”.
It’s easier to start treking with your Dachshund than you believe. You can start by walking some brief, unpaved trails around your area.
Several of you may have stumbled across it while seeking a small dog capable of hiking and adventuring with you (if that’s you, check out my listing of
15 small dogs that make great hiking buddies).
Some of you may have a Dachshund pup with a lot of energy and also you’re trying to determine how to tire them out.
Regardless of what interested you about this write-up, several of these resources might help answer your concerns.
If you have a very young Dachshund, please review my post regarding the secure age to hike with a puppy
. A Dachshund young puppy under about 6 months old shouldn’t go for a difficult or lengthy walk, it’s alright to bring your puppy right into the woods with you.
This way your puppy will certainly start to be revealed to the wild and also the journey life.
These knapsacks are
the very best, most safe choices I’ve located for carrying a Dachshund. This sling carrier is likewise a great option.
While you’re out, as long as your pup has actually gotten every one of their inoculations, you can place him or her down on the ground to stroll and also smell around a little at breaks.
< img src ="https://youdidwhatwithyourweiner.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/Summit-Puppy-In-Collar-800×696.jpg" alt= "Dachshund puppy sitting in the grass with an
orange collar on “course= “wp-image-18745″srcset=”https://youdidwhatwithyourweiner.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/Summit-Puppy-In-Collar.jpg 800w, https://youdidwhatwithyourweiner.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/Summit-Puppy-In-Collar-600×522.jpg 600w, https://youdidwhatwithyourweiner.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/Summit-Puppy-In-Collar-768×668.jpg 768w” dimensions =”(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px”> Exploring in the
timbers will provide psychological and also physical excitement for your
Dachshund puppy and also assistance to tire him or her out. If you prepare to start going on walkings with your little pet, review my
finest tips for educating a Dachshund to hike. The Disclaimer Like people, some Dachshunds are a lot more normally athletic than others. Additionally like people, normally athletic or not, nearly every Dachshund can be trained to hike, accumulate their physical fitness so they can
do even more, as well as learn to like it. Keeping that being claimed, it’s except
every Dachshund. If your Dachshund is new to treking, as well as you intend to do more than a 2-3 flat walk in the woods, I extremely suggest contacting your vet beforehand to make certain they are healthy enough.
Things that might protect against a Dachshund from treking are underlying clinical issues or a previous injury without complete (and even most) healing.
While it’s true that the majority of Dachshunds will certainly like walking, some will not. Do not push them if they are just not right into it.
I will say do not quit on hiking with your Dachshund if they appear disinterested the very first few times you go.
If it’s a new task for them, it may seem weird or they might be puzzled. If they are utilized to sitting about, they may be out of shape and also get worn out extremely swiftly.
If you have actually tried hiking with your Dachshund a lots times and they are still not right into it, hiking might just not be your canine’s point. It’s most likely best to not press it.
Final thought
You’ve heard the claiming an exhausted canine is a satisfied pet? Well, I state I worn out canine is a happy proprietor!
Hiking for exercise can assist your Dachshund remain in shape, satisfy their natural instinct, make them much better behaved, and make them better as a whole.
Lots of people believe, due to their dimension and propensity for back injury, that it’s harmful for a Doxie to trek.
Hopefully this write-up has actually encouraged you that the advantages of hiking with your Dachshund much exceed any kind of possible threats.
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5 Reasons Your Dachshund Will love Hiking
Believe it or not, most Dachshunds enjoy hiking.
That is my experience anyway.
I founded a Dachshund club in 2010 to assist individuals get energetic with theirs and also lots of times a Dachshund has actually involved our hikes that has actually never ever done it in the past
. The proprietors are shocked just how their Doxie requires to trek today and also just how pleased it makes them. I’ve seen many Dachshunds”come to life “on the trail.
Many proprietors don’t take their Wiener Dogs beyond their area out of concern. The Misconception About How Fragile Dachshunds Are Many individuals listen to that the
Dachshund breed is susceptible to back problems. It is a fact that 25%will have some sort of back issue in their life. The misconception though is that the owner can totally regulate whether their Doxie harms their back or otherwise.
What individuals do not understand is that the primary source of back issues in Dachshunds between 4 and also 8 years old, when there has actually been no obvious, intense injury like an automobile mishap, is a hereditary illness. This genetic condition is called Intervertebral Disk Disease (IVDD). It creates a dog’s back to age too soon and
end up being breakable, which can cause a disk tear. You can’t 100 % control whether your Dachshund will certainly hurt their back or not due to the fact that the primary cause is a hereditary disease.
You can treat a Dachshund like a breakable item of glass all their life and also they can jump up from bed eventually suddenly unable to walk
. I’m not claiming proprietors should not offer their Dachshund the most effective possibility they can at no injury, a light injury, or easier healing. They should.
Things to avoid consist of leaping from high areas, a great deal of harsh play where their Dachshund is twisting their spinal column, play with large dogs that lead to the bigger dog “slapping” a Dachshund’s back.
Yet many individuals lump hiking into this “risk” category and, in reality, treking can really be an useful task for Dachshunds.
Among my Dachshunds has IVDD and suffered a back injury. I worked with a number of experts to assist her get back to regular as long as feasible.
Every one of them told me her healing would certainly be much easier because she on a regular basis went hiking– she was a healthy and balanced weight and her core muscles were strong because of it.
Dachshunds Were Bred for Hiking
The Dachshund type originated in Germany and also was bred for searching badgers as well as various other small game that such as to combat back.
The features required to quest these tiny pets makes them fearless and also vibrant dog with a lot of energy.W The Dachshund breed was
established to be seekers. Although they are hardly ever utilized for that purpose in the United States, they preserve many of initial the features as well as attributes. Dachshunds are regulative used to track as well as quest in Europe. Dachshunds aren’t used for searching as much in the United States however I have actually come across some being utilized for bird searching as well as finding injured deer (scent monitoring ). Several genetic traits that make Dachshunds great hunters also make them excellent walkers. 5 Reasons You Should Hike With Your Dachshund There are numerous benefits to your Dachshund if they go hiking on a regular basis.
1 )It offers their sniffer an exercise
Dachshunds can get bored of the usual smells in their lawn and also
around their neighborhood. Scents in the woods are really various. There are way more of them as well as they are more wonderful than the ones most dogs encounter
every day. When most Wiener Dogs hike, they keep their nose to the ground as well as their sniffer burning the midnight oil. You can see the happiness and also exhilaration on their face.
2)It offers mental excitement In addition to all the views and smells, treking provides psychological excitement. A Dachshund has to utilize their brain to
resolve troubles like climbing up over a little log or rocks. Consider treking with your
Dachshund like positioning them within a big puzzle. 3)It releases pleased chemicals in their body Treking obtains your Dachshund’s heart pumping. This enhanced task will release endorphins, which make them feel satisfied and complete of energy.
4) It will assist keep their weight in check
Treking burns a more calories than a general walk around the block.
Ensuring your Dachshund is not overweight is essential not even if weight problems can shorten their life by approximately 2.5 years.
Maintaining a canine at a healthy weight is stabilizing their calories in (food) with their calories out (workout). Treking is a wonderful cardio workout that burns a lot of calories.
If your Dachshund has a great deal of fat on their body, just walking can be literally uneasy and also it can make their joints injured, including their back.
5) They won’t obtain reprimanded as much
There are lots of habits problems that can result from a Dachshund not obtaining sufficient workout. These habits can vary from moderate like not sleeping with the night or being a little irritable to much more serious like extreme barking or licking paws.
These undesirable habits can lead to you yelling at your dog or getting very frustrated, which a Dachshund can notice.
Hiking is an enjoyable way to assist make certain your Dachshund is obtaining the exercise they require.
Exactly how to Hike With Your Dachshund
Some of you reading this might already be hiking with your Dachshund and also were seeking peace of mind that, as some people assert, you were not being “mean for making them trek thus far on their short little legs”.
It’s easier to start treking with your Dachshund than you believe. You can start by walking some brief, unpaved trails around your area.
Several of you may have stumbled across it while seeking a small dog capable of hiking and adventuring with you (if that’s you, check out my listing of 15 small dogs that make great hiking buddies).
Some of you may have a Dachshund pup with a lot of energy and also you’re trying to determine how to tire them out.
Regardless of what interested you about this write-up, several of these resources might help answer your concerns.
If you have a very young Dachshund, please review my post regarding the secure age to hike with a puppy
. A Dachshund young puppy under about 6 months old shouldn’t go for a difficult or lengthy walk, it’s alright to bring your puppy right into the woods with you.
This way your puppy will certainly start to be revealed to the wild and also the journey life.
These knapsacks are the very best, most safe choices I’ve located for carrying a Dachshund. This sling carrier is likewise a great option.
While you’re out, as long as your pup has actually gotten every one of their inoculations, you can place him or her down on the ground to stroll and also smell around a little at breaks.
< img src =“https://youdidwhatwithyourweiner.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/Summit-Puppy-In-Collar-800×696.jpg” alt= “Dachshund puppy sitting in the grass with an
orange collar on “course= “wp-image-18745″srcset=”https://youdidwhatwithyourweiner.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/Summit-Puppy-In-Collar.jpg 800w, https://youdidwhatwithyourweiner.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/Summit-Puppy-In-Collar-600×522.jpg 600w, https://youdidwhatwithyourweiner.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/Summit-Puppy-In-Collar-768×668.jpg 768w” dimensions =”(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px”> Exploring in the
timbers will provide psychological and also physical excitement for your
Dachshund puppy and also assistance to tire him or her out. If you prepare to start going on walkings with your little pet, review my
finest tips for educating a Dachshund to hike. The Disclaimer Like people, some Dachshunds are a lot more normally athletic than others. Additionally like people, normally athletic or not, nearly every Dachshund can be trained to hike, accumulate their physical fitness so they can
do even more, as well as learn to like it. Keeping that being claimed, it’s except
every Dachshund. If your Dachshund is new to treking, as well as you intend to do more than a 2-3 flat walk in the woods, I extremely suggest contacting your vet beforehand to make certain they are healthy enough.
Things that might protect against a Dachshund from treking are underlying clinical issues or a previous injury without complete (and even most) healing.
While it’s true that the majority of Dachshunds will certainly like walking, some will not. Do not push them if they are just not right into it.
I will say do not quit on hiking with your Dachshund if they appear disinterested the very first few times you go.
If it’s a new task for them, it may seem weird or they might be puzzled. If they are utilized to sitting about, they may be out of shape and also get worn out extremely swiftly.
If you have actually tried hiking with your Dachshund a lots times and they are still not right into it, hiking might just not be your canine’s point. It’s most likely best to not press it.
Final thought
You’ve heard the claiming an exhausted canine is a satisfied pet? Well, I state I worn out canine is a happy proprietor!
Hiking for exercise can assist your Dachshund remain in shape, satisfy their natural instinct, make them much better behaved, and make them better as a whole.
Lots of people believe, due to their dimension and propensity for back injury, that it’s harmful for a Doxie to trek.
Hopefully this write-up has actually encouraged you that the advantages of hiking with your Dachshund much exceed any kind of possible threats.
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5 Reasons Your Dachshund Will love Hiking
Believe it or not, most Dachshunds enjoy hiking.
That is my experience anyway.
I founded a Dachshund club in 2010 to assist individuals get energetic with theirs and also lots of times a Dachshund has actually involved our hikes that has actually never ever done it in the past
. The proprietors are shocked just how their Doxie requires to trek today and also just how pleased it makes them. I’ve seen many Dachshunds”come to life “on the trail.
Many proprietors don’t take their Wiener Dogs beyond their area out of concern. The Misconception About How Fragile Dachshunds Are Many individuals listen to that the
Dachshund breed is susceptible to back problems. It is a fact that 25%will have some sort of back issue in their life. The misconception though is that the owner can totally regulate whether their Doxie harms their back or otherwise.
What individuals do not understand is that the primary source of back issues in Dachshunds between 4 and also 8 years old, when there has actually been no obvious, intense injury like an automobile mishap, is a hereditary illness. This genetic condition is called Intervertebral Disk Disease (IVDD). It creates a dog’s back to age too soon and
end up being breakable, which can cause a disk tear. You can’t 100 % control whether your Dachshund will certainly hurt their back or not due to the fact that the primary cause is a hereditary disease.
You can treat a Dachshund like a breakable item of glass all their life and also they can jump up from bed eventually suddenly unable to walk
. I’m not claiming proprietors should not offer their Dachshund the most effective possibility they can at no injury, a light injury, or easier healing. They should.
Things to avoid consist of leaping from high areas, a great deal of harsh play where their Dachshund is twisting their spinal column, play with large dogs that lead to the bigger dog “slapping” a Dachshund’s back.
Yet many individuals lump hiking into this “risk” category and, in reality, treking can really be an useful task for Dachshunds.
Among my Dachshunds has IVDD and suffered a back injury. I worked with a number of experts to assist her get back to regular as long as feasible.
Every one of them told me her healing would certainly be much easier because she on a regular basis went hiking– she was a healthy and balanced weight and her core muscles were strong because of it.
Dachshunds Were Bred for Hiking
The Dachshund type originated in Germany and also was bred for searching badgers as well as various other small game that such as to combat back.
The features required to quest these tiny pets makes them fearless and also vibrant dog with a lot of energy.W The Dachshund breed was
established to be seekers. Although they are hardly ever utilized for that purpose in the United States, they preserve many of initial the features as well as attributes. Dachshunds are regulative used to track as well as quest in Europe. Dachshunds aren’t used for searching as much in the United States however I have actually come across some being utilized for bird searching as well as finding injured deer (scent monitoring ). Several genetic traits that make Dachshunds great hunters also make them excellent walkers. 5 Reasons You Should Hike With Your Dachshund There are numerous benefits to your Dachshund if they go hiking on a regular basis.
1 )It offers their sniffer an exercise
Dachshunds can get bored of the usual smells in their lawn and also
around their neighborhood. Scents in the woods are really various. There are way more of them as well as they are more wonderful than the ones most dogs encounter
every day. When most Wiener Dogs hike, they keep their nose to the ground as well as their sniffer burning the midnight oil. You can see the happiness and also exhilaration on their face.
2)It offers mental excitement In addition to all the views and smells, treking provides psychological excitement. A Dachshund has to utilize their brain to
resolve troubles like climbing up over a little log or rocks. Consider treking with your
Dachshund like positioning them within a big puzzle. 3)It releases pleased chemicals in their body Treking obtains your Dachshund’s heart pumping. This enhanced task will release endorphins, which make them feel satisfied and complete of energy.
4) It will assist keep their weight in check
Treking burns a more calories than a general walk around the block.
Ensuring your Dachshund is not overweight is essential not even if weight problems can shorten their life by approximately 2.5 years.
Maintaining a canine at a healthy weight is stabilizing their calories in (food) with their calories out (workout). Treking is a wonderful cardio workout that burns a lot of calories.
If your Dachshund has a great deal of fat on their body, just walking can be literally uneasy and also it can make their joints injured, including their back.
5) They won’t obtain reprimanded as much
There are lots of habits problems that can result from a Dachshund not obtaining sufficient workout. These habits can vary from moderate like not sleeping with the night or being a little irritable to much more serious like extreme barking or licking paws.
These undesirable habits can lead to you yelling at your dog or getting very frustrated, which a Dachshund can notice.
Hiking is an enjoyable way to assist make certain your Dachshund is obtaining the exercise they require.
Exactly how to Hike With Your Dachshund
Some of you reading this might already be hiking with your Dachshund and also were seeking peace of mind that, as some people assert, you were not being “mean for making them trek thus far on their short little legs”.
It’s easier to start treking with your Dachshund than you believe. You can start by walking some brief, unpaved trails around your area.
Several of you may have stumbled across it while seeking a small dog capable of hiking and adventuring with you (if that’s you, check out my listing of 15 small dogs that make great hiking buddies).
Some of you may have a Dachshund pup with a lot of energy and also you’re trying to determine how to tire them out.
Regardless of what interested you about this write-up, several of these resources might help answer your concerns.
If you have a very young Dachshund, please review my post regarding the secure age to hike with a puppy
. A Dachshund young puppy under about 6 months old shouldn’t go for a difficult or lengthy walk, it’s alright to bring your puppy right into the woods with you.
This way your puppy will certainly start to be revealed to the wild and also the journey life.
These knapsacks are the very best, most safe choices I’ve located for carrying a Dachshund. This sling carrier is likewise a great option.
While you’re out, as long as your pup has actually gotten every one of their inoculations, you can place him or her down on the ground to stroll and also smell around a little at breaks.
< img src ="https://youdidwhatwithyourweiner.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/Summit-Puppy-In-Collar-800×696.jpg" alt= "Dachshund puppy sitting in the grass with an
orange collar on “course= “wp-image-18745″srcset=”https://youdidwhatwithyourweiner.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/Summit-Puppy-In-Collar.jpg 800w, https://youdidwhatwithyourweiner.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/Summit-Puppy-In-Collar-600×522.jpg 600w, https://youdidwhatwithyourweiner.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/Summit-Puppy-In-Collar-768×668.jpg 768w” dimensions =”(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px”> Exploring in the
timbers will provide psychological and also physical excitement for your
Dachshund puppy and also assistance to tire him or her out. If you prepare to start going on walkings with your little pet, review my
finest tips for educating a Dachshund to hike. The Disclaimer Like people, some Dachshunds are a lot more normally athletic than others. Additionally like people, normally athletic or not, nearly every Dachshund can be trained to hike, accumulate their physical fitness so they can
do even more, as well as learn to like it. Keeping that being claimed, it’s except
every Dachshund. If your Dachshund is new to treking, as well as you intend to do more than a 2-3 flat walk in the woods, I extremely suggest contacting your vet beforehand to make certain they are healthy enough.
Things that might protect against a Dachshund from treking are underlying clinical issues or a previous injury without complete (and even most) healing.
While it’s true that the majority of Dachshunds will certainly like walking, some will not. Do not push them if they are just not right into it.
I will say do not quit on hiking with your Dachshund if they appear disinterested the very first few times you go.
If it’s a new task for them, it may seem weird or they might be puzzled. If they are utilized to sitting about, they may be out of shape and also get worn out extremely swiftly.
If you have actually tried hiking with your Dachshund a lots times and they are still not right into it, hiking might just not be your canine’s point. It’s most likely best to not press it.
Final thought
You’ve heard the claiming an exhausted canine is a satisfied pet? Well, I state I worn out canine is a happy proprietor!
Hiking for exercise can assist your Dachshund remain in shape, satisfy their natural instinct, make them much better behaved, and make them better as a whole.
Lots of people believe, due to their dimension and propensity for back injury, that it’s harmful for a Doxie to trek.
Hopefully this write-up has actually encouraged you that the advantages of hiking with your Dachshund much exceed any kind of possible threats.
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The Jellybeans
((WELL. Thanks to the anon harrassing Hamish, we now have a name, and I’m moderately mentally traumatized from imagining what the anon was doing to figure out what Jellybeans covered in lube do.
IT IS GO TIME MATIES. 8)
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Her last big outing had been going with Hamish to go get his eyes checked out. He’d taken her into town while Vera had watched Bella for them, and they’d picked up some books while they’d been there- and he’d wheeled her around in that god damned wheelchair that she hated so much. She’d even had to use it while they’d gone into his appointment.
It turned out, Hamish needed reading and driving glasses. They’d gotten him tested, fitted, and an order in, and then gotten his glasses a week or so later, much to his grumping. The only thing he seemed pleased about was the fact that he could now read some of the books that Skylar and he had gotten from the book store that day.
Skylar was at thirty seven weeks. She’d made it to her preferred date, even with braxton hicks and body aches an all sorts of other pains plaguing her as she got further and further into her pregnancy. She was fairly confined to the upstairs now, and had been for the last three weeks of it, as going up and down was proving too much of a risk of her falling, even with assistance.
Elaine had been called to the house after a particularly scary braxton hicks contraction had spooked everyone. She had been taking care of more house work based stuff, making sure the house was clean and sterilized for fresh babies to be born into. It made splitting up the house work between all the able adults a lot easier having her around.
Skylar did a lot of reading upstairs, and worked through a good portion of the books. She’d even been confined upstairs while the furniture had been delivered, and only taken downstairs when everything had been delivered so that they could all make sure everything was in a place that they both liked it.
Skylar didn’t mind though. She got her outside time by going out onto the balcony, which had a padded rocking chair for her now, and an awning to keep the sun from heating the room too much. She kept it extended a lot, providing shade as she relaxed with her feet propped up, and quietly rocked as she read. Sometimes she rocked and would read to Bella, if Bella decided that she wanted to hang out with her.
The toddler loved her, there was no question about that, but she didn’t seem to understand why her Mama couldn’t come downstairs and play, or get down and play with toys with her. It frustrated her a lot, so Bella spent a lot of time playing with her Grandma instead, much to Skylar’s sadness. There wasn’t much she could do, however. She had to be careful, or she could hurt herself and possibly rupture something with as big as she was.
Well… Skylar knew she wouldn’t be big for much longer. She’d been timing it for the past several hours of the morning, while Hamish out doing chores and herding the cattle to another field and her mother had been busy keeping Bella out of mischief, and she’d been having slow, but steady contractions. They weren’t pleasant, with as little space as the boys had as it was, the contracting of her uterus was like squeezing a stress ball that had already been squashed. There wasn’t much more room to squish, and she felt it quite plainly. It wasn’t pleasant, but she didn’t complain. Though she hadn’t had the chance to tell anyone yet. It was still early in the morning though- not even past noon yet.
Skylar rocked in her rocking chair out on the balcony, breathing through slow and far apart contractions while she read and waited for someone to come upstairs. Or for Hamish to come close enough to the balcony outside that she could call out to him- that would work too.
Hamish came back in from the cows with Charlie, riding the stallion’s bouncy trot. He pushed his hat back and looked up at Skylar. "How is my beautiful Mama doin’?" He called. He knew she had been pretty uncomfortable this morning and had helped her outside for fresh air before setting to work on the outside chores. He didn't however know the extend of Skylar’s discomfort.
Ah- Hamish. Just the man that Skylar wanted to see. She shifted, leaning up in her rocking chair so she could lean over the railing and peer down at him. She gave him a tired smile, and waved. “Not really feelin’ all that beuaitufl, honestly. I could be better.” She says lightly, and winces slightly. She focuses on him to ignore the massive cramping happening in her lower back. It preceded a contraction, so she knew the next one wasn’t far away. “I’m really glad you’re here though. I wanted t’ tell ya something important, but I think Bella stole my phone when she came in and bounced on ya this morning. Can’t find it anywhere up here.” Skylar hadn’t been able to find it anywhere upstairs- or she’d have probably called him. Well- maybe. He was a notorious worrier, and he’d have probably stopped his chores halfway through and rushed to her side. Though she had pretty much promised not to keep it a secret from him that she was in labor, after all… Yeah, she’d have likely called if she’d have had her phone on her. “Anyway… Pretty sure it’s time.” And then she waits and watches, wondering just how he’s going to react from atop the good-tempered stallion.
Hamish looked up at her, his face going blank for a moment as he processed the thoughts going through his head, and then suddenly a giant smile broke out across his face. "HAHA! ITS TIME!" He shouted, nudging Charlie's side with his heels. The stallion jolted forward as Hamish rode him into the barn. Hamish jumped off Charlie and quickly untacked him, letting him out. The moment he was sure Charlie was all good he raced back to the house, bursting through the door and kicking off his boots. "It's time!" He grinned and jogged up the stairs.
Elaine blinked, and then looked across the room at Vera. "Well, I suppose I should start getting things ready." She laughed.
Vera blinked back at Elaine, from where she had her hands full of Bella’s dolls while the toddler babbled semi-gibberish at her in the middle of their ‘game’. “I think so.” She nods. “I’ll keep Bella entertained. If ya need my help, just come get me.”
“Time?” Bella blinked.
“Mhm.” Vera nods. “Your baby brothers are comin’ t’ join the world. But don’t ya worry your lil’ cute self over it. Now lets see… Where were we? This doll and this one were doin’ what again?”
Skylar could hear Hamish’s feet practically clomping up the stairs as he jogged up. She’d laughed quietly as he’d raced off, and then returned to her slow rocking and reading as she waited for him, and for the contraction she knew was coming. Once he reached their room, she went to stand, and thought better of it as her middle tightened up like a bowstring drawn to its max. She hissed softly, letting her book slide down to rest on the table next to her, and waited for him to come join her as she closed her eyes and simply breathed.
Hamish was at her side in a second, he placed his hand on her arm. He would let her ride out the contraction before he helped her move. He squatted down in front of her, rubbing her thighs while she breathed through it. "How long have you been going for?" He asked her gently.
The touch to her thighs was nice, and she managed a soft hum of thanks as she focused on his gentle touch. They weren’t so bad that she couldn’t speak or do other things- but moving and the like wasn’t pleasant. “Since a little after ya left this morning. Wasn’t sure they were true ones until they started regulating.” She tapped the clock she’d stolen from the bedroom, which was sitting on the side table. “Started keeping track after the second one. Still only forty minutes-ish apart, sometimes forty five, but they’ve been happening regularly and they don’t feel like braxton hicks. Hah… ow.” As it ended, Skylar leaned back and rubbed her middle with a sigh. Her other hand slid to her face and scrubbed it.
"Are you happy out here, or do you wanna move?" He asked, continuing to rub her thighs. His face was flushed slightly; he was finally going to meet his boys, he figured it was going to take a while, but god was he excited.
“I’d like t’ move, please. But I gotta go slow. M’ a mass o’ cramps and knots and everything already hurts.” She’d been able to bear it with Bella, but the boys had her more cramped up than their daughter ever had. Skylar held up her hands for him to help her up, and gave him a faint smile. “You look excited.”
He pulled her up and helped her inside to their bed. He sat her down and moved behind her, rubbing his fingers into the knots in her back.
Elaine came into the room shortly after. "Hamish said it was time? Do you mind if I just bring a few things up to the room for later, just towels and things we're going to need for the boys?" She smiled. "Have you been timing your contractions?"
Skylar had nabbed the clock and her book on her way in, and it was set back where it was supposed to go so she could keep track of the time. She leaned back into Hamish’s rubs, and sighed pleasantly. She wasn’t bothered when Elaine came knocking, and smiled as the older woman came in. “Pretty sure yeah. They’ve been regular for a while now. I don’t mind ‘f ya want t’ get everything ready. I dunno how long of a wait we’re in for though. My contractions are only forty ish minutes apart, but they hit on the clock.” She motions to the clock next to the bed. “We should probably put down some plastic just in case my water breaks on the bed.” She didn’t want to ruin the mattress after all, and she didn’t mind standing up long enough for Hamish and Elaine to strip the bed and put a plastic covering under the main sheet.
Hamish nodded and moved off the bed, helping Skylar up. He and Elaine pulled the sheets off the bed together. He left the room to find the plastic sheet they had gotten for this occasion and brought it into the room. He and Elaine were quick in putting the plastic sheet on, and then redressing the bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed and gave it a pat for Skylar to come and sit down with him.
Elaine smiled at the couple. "Bella is worried about you. Vera is trying to keep her distracted with toys, but she mentioned that the boys were coming and she keeps asking if you're okay."
Hamish gave Skylar an awed smile. Their little girl was so sweet.
Skylar returned to sit on the bed with Hamish, and eased herself down with a soft sound. She glanced up at Elaine, and gave her a faint smile. “Well… ‘f she’s that worried, she can come up. It’s gonna take a while… I know she’s been frustrated with me since I haven’t been able t’ play with her or go up n’ down the stairs like she wants me to, but I’d like t’ see her if she wants t’ come and see me. We’re not at the ‘gross’ parts yet, so it should be just fine.”
Elaine smiled and nodded, leaving the room.
A few moments later the sounds of Bella clambering up the stairs could be heard. "Mommy?" She asked, peeking around the door. She slipped into the room, shuffling her feet along the floor as she moved around the bed to where her parents were. "You ouchie on your tummy, mama?" She asked.
Skylar gave Bella a smile and nodded softly. “I do, yeah.” She had a contraction coming soon, so it would be interesting to see how Bella reacted to that. Skylar rubbed her belly gently. “Your baby brothers are gonna come into the world sometime soon- n’ they’re getting ready inside o’ me right now. It doesn’t feel good, but it’s something that’s necessary n’ part o’ life.” She explains gently.
Bella kept her hands tucked up near her chest her little brows pushed together in worry. Hamish smiled at Bella. "It's okay baby girl. Mama's okay." Bella stepped closer to Skylar and placed her little hand on Skylar's belly.
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Skylar's belly was soft and warm, like it always was, with the hint of girl texture that the overstretched flesh had recently taken on. Skylar gently smoothed a hand over Bella's skull, and sucked in a soft breath as another one rolled over her. "Don't be scared, baby girl. Ya feel how Mommy's tummy is getting hard like that? That's my body working to make your brothers come into the world." Her stomach hardened like a rock under Bella's small little fingers. Skylar tried to keep the whole experience as calm and not scary for her as possible, and kept the soft sounds of discomfort to herself, even if lins of tension crawled up her back to do it. She might have been in labor, but she was a mom first and foremost. She had to make sure her baby girl wasn't afraid or traumatized by any of this. "My tummy feels funny, doesn't it?"
Bella looked at Skylar's belly, and then tipped her head to the side to see between Skylar's legs. "They not coming, Mama." She said.
Hamish snorted and pressed his face against Skylar's shoulders while his fingers began rubbing along her spine again, trying to help ease the pains from her contractions.
Skylar blinked. She hadn't been privy to that part of the conversation between Bella and Hamish, and she wondered just where Bella had learned where babies came out from. Hamish's hands helped, and she guided his fingers a little lower into her lower back, before directing him to simply push. Pressure points were fantastic things, and she had pointedly gotten a couple of books on it for them to look over. "Well, it takes time, sweetie. Mama's tummy is gonna get hard a lot more times before the babies are ready to come out. Babies take their time. I was in labor with you for almost a whole day, before you decided that ya were ready t' meet the world.." Between sixteen and eighteen hours. She forgot the exact number, but she'd been in labor early in the morning of her wedding day, and gave birth just a smidge into the next morning.
Bella pulled herself up onto the bed. She flopped back onto the sheets. "It's taking so ages." She said, making Hamish laugh again. "Maybe you could help me give mommy a massage?" He suggested, He demonstrated to Bella how to give Skylar a simple shoulder massage then moved his hands back to putting pressure on pressure spots for Skylar. Bella stood up and placed her hands on Skylar's shoulder, instead of a massage, Bella gave Skylar's shoulders quick and gentle squeezes. "That feel so nice?" She asked.
"Well, babies take a while to come. It can get really messy too." Without Bella in front of her, Skylar kneaded her hands into her legs and let herself express her internalized stress just a little bit. The small hands on her shoulder made her smile however. It didn't feel good per say, but it wasn't a bad sensation either. It just felt like someone gently and quickly squeezing her shoulders. "It feels very nice, baby girl." Skylar praised her warmly, enjoying the pain easing from her back as Hamish worked her pressure points. Skylar wasn't going to crush Bella's spirit. Not at all. "You're a natural." She said warmly.
Bella smiled and giggled. "The baba's have horwns?" She asked.
Hamish nodded. "Yup. They all have horns. When they're bigger you'll be able to play together."
Bella smiled. "And mama and dada play." She said, her little 'massage' on Skylar's shoulders continuing.
Skylar listened to them talking, and quietly rocked her hips where she sat. "Mhm. When Mama has recovered from havin' the babies, I'll play with ya n' we can lock horns." She promises her daughter with a warm smile. "And mama and daddy will play together too." God's what she wouldn't give for a hot bath to soak all of her sore muscles. She would probably fall asleep in the tub, honestly. She was tired and sore. But baths wouldn't be a good idea. She hadn't lost her mucus plug and her water hadn't broke yet, but if it did while she was in the tub... She wasn't sure what to do about that.
Hamish watched Skylar. "You okay?" He asked quietly.
Bella moved away and bounced on the bed when her attention span was lost.
Hamish reached out and grabbed her, pulling her down onto the bed, making her giggle. She rolled over and puffed a breath of steam out of her nose, getting excited. Hamish laughed at her and pulled her against him, cuddling her against his side.
"Dada, the baba's coming out, now?" She asked again.
Hamish kissed her head. "Soon, baby."
"I'm as okay as I can be. Everything aches quite a bit." Skylar murmurs softly right back to Hamish. While he briefly occupies their daughter, she shifts and stretches, letting her back pop as it needs to as she rolls her hips and tries to relax. She'd done this once before. There was no need to feel nervous. The triplets would be fine, she would be fine, everything would work out. "Mhm... Soon baby girl. Why don't ya go grab one o' the new books and have Daddy read t' ya while we wait? I know there's a couple I haven’t read t' ya yet." Skylar was contemplating returning to her own book, but she wanted to move first. Where she was wasn't comfortable, but the bed was currently a play zone.
Bella slid off the bed and ran off to find her book. Hamish chuckled and turned his focus back to Skylar. He continued rubbing her back. "She's so cute." He smiled.
Bella came back in with her favorite book. Hamish chuckled taking the book and looking down at the cover with the cartoon pony on the cover.
“She is.” Skylar glanced back at him and quirked a brow as Bella came back in. “Ya don’t want t’ read any o’ your new books?” She asks her gingerly as she shifts. Skylar scoots back on the bed and settles onto her left side. There is near immediate relief from some of her pains, and she lets off an audible sigh of relief. Something about the left side always made things less painful- it opened up the circulatory systems or something. She had to do it a lot anyways thanks to the preeclampsia that she’d managed to avoid, but that still plagued her. She still got dizzy, but not as bad.
Skylar stretches her hand out to snag her own book, and drag it closer. She wasn’t reading anything trashy- it was an adventure novel with dragons and knights and wizards. Something she had read little excerpts to Bella several times before.
Bella sat back on her knees and hugged the book against her chest. Hamish smiled, this had been her favorite book since the day she was born. He lifted her onto his lap and took the book, squinting down at the cover. What was going on- wait. He turned slightly and snatched his reading glasses off the bedside table and slid them on. That was a lot better. "Okay." He said, opening the book. "That's not my pony" He started reading. He read the book to Bella in a soft voice so Skylar would be able to read her book without getting distracted.
While Hamish read to Bella, Skylar read her book, and quietly rubbed her middle. The boys were shifting slightly inside of her, one of them rolling heavily against her ribs. They wanted out, it seemed, and were quite ready. Now it was up to her body to bring them out into the world. She was quiet as they waited, reading her book as she tiredly relaxed as best she could. The second child usually came faster than the first- so she was expecting a faster labor than Bella’s had been. So far it wasn’t probing to be a faster one, but there was no telling what would happen in the coming hours.
As she read, she managed to get comfortable, and began to quietly doze off with her thumb between the pages of the book. Listening to Hamish talking and reading to their daughter was relaxing, and she was quite tired already from being woken early with body aches and pains. Getting comfortable wasn’t easy- so she would nap when she could between contractions.
Hamish smiled at Skylar.
Bella looked over at Skylar. "Mama sleeping." She said.
Hamish nodded. He cuddled his baby girl to keep her from making too much noise and bouncing around while Skylar tried to rest, she was going to need the rest. He lifted Bella up and took her out of the room. He would go back upstairs to check on Skylar in a few minutes. He'd rather let Skylar get the best sleep she possibly could, which meant taking Bella out of the room.
Vera wasn’t far from the stairs when Hamish came down with Bella. She lifted a brow at him questioningly. “Want me t’ take her? N’ how’s Sky doing? You n’ her need any fruit t’ snack on? Anything t’ drink?” She didn’t want to get too involved with the actual labor and delivery part- that was very intimate, and her daughter was a surprisingly private person when it came to such intimate things. That didn’t mean that she wasn’t going to ask Hamish how she was doing any time he came down the stairs, though. She was still a mom, after all.
Hamish smiled at Vera and let Bella down on the floor. "She's resting, so I brought Bella out so she could get better sleep." He watched Bella run off to find something to do with herself. "I'm sure She wouldn't mind if you wanted to go up and ask her how she's doing." He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Her body is trying to get the boys to move down, It's probably going to take a while though. There is still time for visits before she's going to want it to me just her and I."
Vera shakes her head gently. "I'll wait until she wakes up. I've lived through having triplets. She's gonna need all the sleep she can get." Vera sighs and smiles wider at Hamish. "How are you doing, my boy? Nervous at all?"
Hamish looked down at his feet and let out a nervous laugh. "I'm terrified... I know Skylar is tough… buts it's scary. If something went wrong… it's so far away to get her help." He brought one hands up to rub his face, letting out a long sigh.
“It is a long way.” Vera nods, and sighs softly. “But, Sky’s a healthy girl. She’s also a lot younger than I was when I had the triplets.” She pats his arm gently and gives him a lopsided smile. “If shit does go sour, your new truck does go fast. I should know. I might have tested it a lil’ bit when I was driving it t’ town. She’ll be okay, Hamish, I’m sure of it. If ya really feel like something is going wrong, we can pack her up n’ go t’ the hospital. She might be grumpy now, but she’ll probably thank us later.”
He nodded and smiled. Vera really had made him feel better. He let out a soft sigh where he heard the sound of Bella's toys clattering across the floor in the other room, followed by an "uh-oh" from the toddler.
That meant she had tipped over one of the boxes of toys she had and now there was going to be a big mess that she wouldn't want to clean up.
Vera heard the clatter as well, and sighed too. “Don’t worry about the mess, Hamish. I’ll wrangle lil’ miss Bella into helping me clean it up. Is there anything you n’ Elaine need t’ do last minute while Sky sleeps?” Vera wanted to make sure that everything was set up and ready to go for Skylar and for Hamish to take all the time they needed to themselves.
"I think Elaine is setting up all her thing, then after that...it's up to me and Sky to get these boys moving. Actually." He clicked his fingers. "I need to inflate the birthing ball. Pretty sure she's gonna wanna use it.” He turned to the laundry and dig through the cupboards, pulling out the folded up birthing ball and the chord to help inflate it.
He took it outside and turned on the truck, using it to help pump the ball up in seconds rather than the time it would have taken to just use a pump. He carried the ball back inside and bounced it, garnering his daughter’s attention at the noise it made.
Bella squealed at the sight of the giant ball, dropping her toys and running over to her daddy. Hamish lifted her to sit on the ball, gently bouncing her. "Daddy has to take this up for mommy." He said.
"I can do it." Bella interrupted. She wiggled out of his hands, rolling off the ball, and then pushed the ball over to the stairs. The toddler began trying to shove it up the staircase, which didn't really work. "Keep falling down, dada." She grumped, giving the ball a kick for good measure.
Hamish laughed and lifted the ball off the ground, carrying it upstairs.
Bella was hot on his heels as he went up the stairs, escaping her grandma’s grasping fingers as Vera tried to scoop her up to go clean up the mess in the play room.
Skylar was still asleep on the bed, though she’d obviously stirred just long enough to move the book to the side table and put the bookmark in place so she wouldn’t lose her spot. Her shirt had ridden up, baring the expanse of taut blue skin. The triplets were still, the only motion of her belly being that of her breathing as Hamish, and Bella, entered the room.
Bella frowns and looks up at her daddy from where she’s latched onto his pantleg. “Mama still sleepin’. When Mama wake up ‘n bouncy on the ball?” She asks, her voice not nearly as quiet as she should be.
Skylar only stirs long enough to peek an eye open and see who it is, before settling back down, unbothered by her daughter’s noisiness. She’d long since gotten used to it, and it was part of being a mom.
"Shh." Hamish said, smiling down at his daughter. "You have to be quiet, Mommy is sleeping." He said.
Bella flopped onto the floor, laying down on her belly and whining into the carpet.
"Bella." He warned.
Bella’s whining kicked up to a whole new level, verging on shrill as she sniffled into the carpet. “Noooo sleep!”
Skylar sighed, and scrubbed a hand against her eyes. There was a certain level of noise she could withstand, and Bella was surpassing it. It wasn’t hard though- she’d done the exact same thing to her brothers when she’d been living with her mom. Bella would find a napping Skylar, and hit shrill levels of loudness until Skylar got up and gave her attention.
The one time Skylar had ignored her and just kept ‘sleeping’, Bella had proceeded to scream as loud as she could, and head butt her in the shin. It wasn’t her fault though. Bella was little- she didn’t understand the amount of rest that Skylar’s body needed at the moment. To her, bed time was something to usually hate- except for story time- so seeing Skylar sleeping so often seemed to perplex and then frustrate her because she couldn’t understand or work out why her Mama needed to sleep so often.
“She’s gonna kick int’ a tantrum ‘f I don’t geddup.” Skylar muttered tiredly. “S’ fine. M’ up. What did ya need, baby girl?”
The shrill whining and almost crocodile tears stopped almost immediately once Skylar half way sat up. “Mama! Look!” Bella got up and ran to the ball. She rolled it over to the bed, and smacked her little hands on it. “Bouncy!”
“Mhmm.” Skylar gave her a doting smile, propping her chin into her hands. “Have ya had Daddy sit on it n’ bounce with ya yet? S’ real fun I bet.” Skylar didn’t have room in her lap for Bella to sit with her while she bounced on the birthing ball- and she knew that her daughter would definitely want to bounce with her once she made use of it.
Hamish frowned at Bella and lifted her up, holding the ball in place while he sat down on it, sitting the toddler on his lap while he bounced slightly. Bella grinned, happier now that Skylar was awake. Hamish wasn't angry at her, he knew she didn't understand, but he couldn't help being a little grumpy. Skylar needed rest and Bella was being a little difficult. He wouldn't express that to his daughter though, he didn't want her to think she was in trouble when she wasn't.
Skylar could see the look on Hamish’s face as he bounced with their daughter, even if Bella couldn’t see it for herself. Skylar gave him a soft smile, and mouthed ‘It’s alright,’ to try and soothe some of his grouchiness, and then shifted to sit upright. She paused however as a contraction rolled through, and a soft hiss escaped her clenched teeth. Easing into a sitting position was painful, and she crossed her legs under her, cradling her belly in her hands and rubbing it soothingly as she rode it out. “Mm…”
“Mama?” Bella’s giggles faded off at Skylar’s hiss, and her fingers tightened on her Daddy’s arm in concern. “Mama okay?”
“Mama’s gonna be okay, baby girl.” Skylar promised gingerly. She hadn’t been paying attention or bracing for it, so it had caught her off guard. She just had to grin and bear it, and let the tightness roll through her middle. It was like a star, growing brighter and brighter with the center point of focus being her navel- when the contraction would fade, it would be like the star dimming and dimming until it went out. She just had to wait until it reached the peak brightness- then it was all downhill from there.
Bella didn’t look convinced, but Skylar didn’t see her look. She glanced up at her Daddy from his lap, and furrowed her little brows at him. “Daddy? Mama gon’ be okay?”
Hamish kissed Bella's head and cuddled her against his chest. "Mama is okay. The baba's are…" He thought for a moment. "They're trying to head butt mamas butt?" He offered.
That made Bella laugh. "No, no, baba." She said, shaking her finger at Skylar’s belly.
Skylar couldn’t help the faint chuckle that escaped her at that. She was quiet otherwise until the contraction ended. When it did, her shoulders slumped and she rubbed a hand along the back of her neck. “Y’know, I don’t remember contractions with Bella bein’ this strong.” She says mildly. “O’ course, I wasn’t this big either.” She shifts and scoots to the end of the bed, and shifts her shirt down over her belly. “Troublemakers, the lot o’ ya.” She says to her belly, and lets her feet dangle down. Arching her back, Skylar yawns and rubs her forehead, fingers itching faintly over her scar. She glanced at Hamish and Bella. “Enjoying your bouncing?”
Bella immediately got off Hamish's lap and pushed against him to get him off. "Your turn mama." She said, pushing the ball over to Skylar.
Hamish chuckled.
Skylar chuckled, and eased off the bed and onto the ball. It was a little tricky balancing on it, and she had to spread her legs wider to accommodate her girth as she bounced and rocked her hips on it, but she managed all the same. It just took practice, and she’d taken time to practice on it before. “Alright. Thank ya, sweetie. Maybe next time ya can ask Daddy nicely t’ get off the ball instead o’ shoving him?” Might as well turn it to a small life lesson, and teach their daughter some manners. If she was going to go to school, it wouldn’t do for her to shove another kid off of something because it was ‘her turn now’.
As Skylar bounced, she could feel it stretching her deep inside of her body, and she sighed, rolling into the feeling of it. It was a good and a weird feeling, though it left her a little sore in other ways.
Hamish stood with Bella to the side. "Do you need anything?" He asked. Bella looked up at him, and then ran out of the room. He followed Bella with his eyes. As he leant over to kiss Skylar, he could hear Bella fighting with Vera to get back upstairs.
Skylar met his kiss gently, and sighed as she could hear her daughter kicking up a fuss. “Go ahead n’ let her come back up, Ma,” She called out. She was going to make a stink otherwise. Skylar glanced up at Hamish and gave him a faint smile. “Maybe a glass o’ sweet tea and some apple slices?” Fruit was small and quick energy, and fast to digest, so she’d get the energy she needed quickly. Sweet tea was just fantastic, and tasted amazing.
Hamish moved to the door to go back down stairs as Bella came back in, holding her sippy cup. "Got you water, Mama." She said holding her cup up to Skylar.
Her daughter was the sweetest thing. Skylar gave her a soft smile, and accepted the sippy cup. She rolled forward, bracing her arm on her knee, so she could kiss Bella’s forehead. “Thank you, sweetheart.” The mother murmured to her daughter in her warmest voice. “That was real sweet o’ ya.” She pantomimed taking a sip from the sippy cup, and then offered it back. “I don’t wanna drink all o’ your water though, sweetie. S’ real good water. Did Nana give you th’ flavored water?” They’d bought a few flavored waters that had electrolytes in them for when Skylar was in active labor, so she could keep hydrated without having to chug as much normal water. Bella, like Skylar, absolutely adored them, so they didn’t have a problem letting her drink some of it. It didn’t have sugars or sweeteners in it, after all.
Bella nodded and guzzled her water sitting down on the floor. "You love baba?" She asked, looking up at Skylar.
Skylar nodded slightly and smiles to Bella as she rested her weight on her knees using her hands. She shifted to doing circles with her hips, and found the motion soothing. “I do, yes. I love them very much, just like I’ve loved you since before I even got t’ meet you.”
Bella smiled, and then laid down on the floor. "Mama it's taking so many hours. It's 500 minutes." She groaned. She wanted to meet her brothers, to have little friends to play with. Bella wasn't good at being patient.
“I know, baby girl.” Skylar gave her a warm smile. “It’s taking a while, but babies take a long time. Do ya know how long it took me t’ have you?” She props her chin up onto her hands, leaving her belly to rest between her legs as she watches Hamish out of the corner of her eye. “My belly started hurting early in th’ morning, but I didn’t have you until the next day. You stayed inside me the entire drive from Nana’s house t’ here.” Skylar gave her a bemused smile. “And that’s a long drive, isn’t it?”
Bella nodded. Hamish smiled at Bella then left the room going back downstairs. Bella looked up at Skylar from her spot on the floor. "I come out of your tummy?" She asked, and then poked her own tummy. "Put a baba in my tummy, mama?"
That very nearly made her fall right off the birthing ball. Skylar’s eyes popped wide, and her mouth fell open, and she giggled softly, glad that Hamish had left. He’d have probably lost a few brain cells there. “Ya did come out o’ my tummy, baby girl. Grew right here inside o’ me just like your brothers did. But, ya can’t have a baby in your tummy until you’re older.” She leaned out to poke her belly gently. “Only thing that should be in your tummy is nummy food n’ tasty drinks.” Speaking of… She hoped Hamish had scooted out to snag some apple slices and tea- she still did want them, despite Bella being the sweetest bean to ever live and trying to share her water.
Bella looked up at Skylar. "What they name?" She asked standing up and putting her hands on Skylar’s belly.
Skylar slowed her rocking so she didn’t jostle Bella’s hands. She hummed softly to her and smiled. “Their names are Charles, Peter, and Samuel. What do you think of your baby brother’s names?”
She blinked. "That's boy name." She huffed.
Hamish came back into the room with a plate of apples and the tea.
“Hi Haz.” Skylar greeted him warmly, and hummed to Bella. “Well, sweetie, brothers are boys. Sisters are girls. You’re gonna have three little brothers, baby girl. And All three o’ them are gonna be boys, jus’ like Daddy.” That said, she turned carefully on the ball, and wiggled her fingers at him. “Those look like apples~ You get a kiss ‘f I’m right, Haz.”
Bella pouted. "All boys." She said and flopped back onto the floor.
Hamish laughed and handed Skylar her apples, leaning down for his promised kiss.
“Yep, all boys. We’ll try t’ give ya a little sister next time.” Skylar gave Hamish his promised kiss, lingering just long enough to make Bella make a rude noise at them, before drawing back and laughing. She shifted and rolled the ball so she could rest her back against the foot of the bed, and balance the apples on the swell of her belly. “Y’know… The one thing m’ gonna miss when the boys are here and after I get back into shape,” She muses as she nibbles an apple, and offers one to Bella, “Is the built in table.” She motions to her middle with an amused grin.
Hamish set the tea down, and then lifted Bella into his arms. "Aww are you sad little princess?" He asked.
Bella pouted. "I want my brother to be girl, Dada."
He laughed and kissed her cheek.
Skylar snickered and snacked on her apples. “Apparently someone doesn’t want a house full o’ testosterone.” She grins. “She’d rather have a bunch o’ girls so she can braid your beard n’ put all sorts o’ cute things in it while you’re sleeping. Or… y’know… the lipstick incident could occur again.”
Hamish laughed and rolled his eyes, Bella giggled and hid her face in his shoulder. "She's upset now, but I'm pretty see she's going to like the boys when they find their horns and want to play rough." He said, patting her bum. "Hey," He said. Bella made a small noise in response. "Your diaper is heavy, do you need to be changed?" He asked. She laughed again. He pulled out the back of her pants, just wee. They where going to have to start trying to toilet train her soon, there is going to be a lot of diapers in the house. He put her down on the floor and took her pants and diaper off, letting her run around pantsless for a while.
"Come with daddy, Bella." He said, walking to his and Skylar’s in suite bathroom. Bella followed, and he lifted her up onto the toilet and held her so she wouldn't panic about falling in. "Can you do wee-wee in here?" He asked. She was quiet for a moment, like she was thinking really hard, and then she stared him straight in the eye as she did a small piddle. Hamish laughed. "Good girl!" He praised.
Skylar smiled as Hamish started her on potty training, and finished her apples. She got off of the ball with some trouble, and waddled over to get a drink of tea, before quietly pacing the room. She was uncomfortable and everything felt tight and… ugh. Such was what this stage was like. She wonders if she felt like this at her wedding, but wedding bliss had just covered it up too much. At least she still has an appetite, unlike with Bella. She’d had to force herself to eat when she’d had her.
As she paced, and listened to Hamish working with Bella on the potty, she had to pause and brace her hands on the dresser. Another rolling cramp traveled up her back, and it traveled down her belly to her belly button, and began that star bright tightness again. She grit her teeth and quietly groaned in the back of her throat, swaying her hips in place as she remained standing where she was.
Hamish wiped Bella and helped her wash her hands, and then sent her off to fetch a fresh diaper. Hamish moved behind Skylar, and he rubbed her lower back.
Skylar exhaled quietly through it as she listened to Bella racing through the house without pants or a diaper on. A faint smirk twisted her lips as she heard her mother’s surprised exclamation at nearly being run over by a half naked baby, before she listened to Bella racing back, no doubt with a diaper in hand.
Thankfully, it was ending as she returned, and Skylar turned around to face Hamish with a lopsided smile on her face. “Thanks, sweetheart.” She says softly. Her middle shifts, and then rolls downward, taking pressure off of her lungs and a few of her internal organs, while putting more pressure on others. The triplets had officially dropped- right in front of Hamish too. That was an interesting sight to see. And for Skylar to feel. Skylar takes a deep breath of air, and smiles. “Ah… my hips might be in agony, but I can breathe deeply again.”
He tipped his head. "God, look at that." He said, rubbing her belly. "You look even bigger." He kissed her and continued to rub her back.
Bella ran up behind Hamish and smacked him with her fresh diaper.
He looked down at her and smiled. "Hang on baby, daddy will help you in a second."
Bella huffed at him, and then eyed her mother’s belly. “Why Mama’s belly look funny?”
“Well, your baby brothers dropped down in my belly.” Skylar smiled slightly, and ran a hand along the top of her belly. “I do look bigger, don’t I?” She looked like she was all spilling out the front. Her shirt was now pretty useless for holding her middle in. Skylar chuckled softly, and kneaded her lower back. “It’s murder on my back though. Think it would be too bad of a thing if I went and soaked in the tub for a while?” Hot water and some relaxing bath salts… Her water hadn’t broken, so she should be fine. Though… “We could probably ask Elaine though. I don’t wanna do somethin’ m’ not supposed t’ do.” She wasn’t supposed to deliver in the tub- particularly with triplets- but could she soak, she wondered?
Bella was still perplexed over ‘dropping’. “What? They drop? Drop where?”
Hamish smiled. "I could jump in the tub with you if you're worried. If your water hasn't broken you should be okay." He helped Bella into her diaper. "I'll take Bella downstairs and ask Elaine.” He said. He picked Bella up and carried her back downstairs, passing her off to Vera. "Elaine, the boys just dropped and the weight is hell on Sky's back. Would it be okay for us to jump in the bath for a bit just to ease the pain?"
Elaine hummed. "It should be okay, just don't sit in there too long."
Vera handled Bella as the toddler gave a fussy squirm, and reached her hands back for Hamish. “Dada!” Bella pouted at him. “Bath time?”
“Not for you, yet.” Vera bounced her gently and kept her close. “Why don’t you n’ I go see if the chickens have any eggs for us, hm? I can make some scrambled eggs n’ salsa for ya.”
“Mehh…” Bella’s lip wobbled, and she kept her little pink eyes on Hamish.
Vera glanced at Hamish. “You can see them a lil’ later, Bella. Let your Mama n’ Daddy have some adult time, okay?”
Hamish frowned. "Sorry baby." He stepped forward and kissed her cheek. "Mommy is owwie, daddy has to make sure she's okay." He rubbed her skull, and then jogged back upstairs.
He smiled and kissed Skylar, and then made his way to the bathroom so he could begin turning on the water. He walked back over the Skylar when he was done and kissed her, slowly easing her shirt off.
She let him help get her shirt off, which freed her low hanging middle. She kissed him warmly as she slid her fingers to her hips, and eased the stretchy pants she had on down over her hips, She stepped out of them and her panties, exhaling softly through her nasal cavity as the boys shifted and squirmed faintly inside of her. “I love you.” She says softly to him. Once she’s bare before him, her body covered in stretch marks from the boys growing and forcing her body to change to suit them, Skylar, glances away a little shyly. “So… What was Bella upset about downstairs?” She asks while they wait for the tub to fill.
He shook his head. "She wanted to hop in the bath too." He said. "Vera is going to take her out to see the chickens." He kissed Skylar’s neck, and then went to check on the bath, making sure it was warm but not too hot.
“Ah.” Skylar nods. “Normally I wouldn’t mind, but… M’ not up t’ keeping up with her and my own body at the moment.” She follows him into the bathroom, bare feet padding along as she waddles in. She pauses to peer at herself in the bathroom, and she stares a little bit. “Huh… I really do look bigger. Anyway… Kinda could use a lil’ time t’ just… relax. Without having t’ worry about monitoring my responses t’ contractions n’ stuff so I don’t scare her. These ones aren’t like the ones with her.” She says, watching herself in the mirror still. Wow. She was massive and covered in marks. There was no way she was going to get away with this without looking like a colossal road map for the rest of her life. Oh well- such was motherhood. Hamish didn’t seem to mind.
Hamish pulled off his own shirt and stood beside Skylar, looking at her belly and then his own belly. "We match...almost." He joked.
"Almost." She laughed gingerly. She put her hip to his, and brushed her belly gingerly against his. Her breast rubbed against his arm as she leaned into him, 'comparing' sizes. "I still think I'm a lil' bigger. Just by a little bit though." She winks teasingly at him, and lightly pinches his pudge rolls. "... Honestly, I think you've slimmed down some with all o' the jogging up and down the stairs ya do. I know your thighs looks fantastic."
He smirked. "What about my ass?" He laughed, pulling his pants down and sticking it out at her slightly. He pushed his pants down the rest of the way and kicked them off, wrapping his arms around her.
She snorted in the most unladylike way, and gave him a brilliant smile amidst her laughter. "I do declare, Mr. Parker, that you have the finest ass that I ever have seen." She exaggerated her drawl as he looped his arms around her. Hers slid around him, starting at his shoulders and then sliding down to grab full handfuls of his cheeks. She gave his butt a playful squeeze. "Perky, firm, utterly delightful." She grinned. "Hard t' find a man with an amazing ass. And this ass is all mine t' ogle~" She wiggled her brows at him playfully. It was nice, relaxing with him in the nude while the tub filled and trading jokes and playful flirts.
He smiled down at her, blushing just slightly at the squeeze to his backside. He checked the tub and moved to turn it off. "You ready?" He asked, stepping into the tub, prepared the help Skylar into the water.
"Yep." She eased closer to the side of the tub, and carefully took his hands so he could help her in. She eased in carefully, mindful of how her belly hung, and almost gave a soft groan of relief as heat washed over her legs. "Mmm..." On e she was in, she sank carefully below the surface and reveled in the weight that came off of her back. "Oh... God, yes... Mmm... Much better..."
He chuckled and rubbed his hands over her belly. "Do you want me to rub your back?" He asked.
"I think my back can relax for the moment with jus' the heat. But...maybe a nice and gentle belly rub? My skin s' real tender today." So were her muscles from all the contracting. Still, his hands sliding over the soft flesh of her belly as she relaxed under the water felt fantastic. "If not, I'm down for just cuddling and soaking a while. Might have ya rub my back when the next contraction comes, but we'll see how that goes in warm water when it happens." Her freckled cheek dimples faintly as she gives him a warm grin.
Hamish gives her a loving smile and wraps his arms around her, allowing her to lean against him while they soaked. He gave her slow loving kisses, starting at her shoulder and making his way up her neck, trailing kiss after kiss.
She relaxes against him as they soak, and lets her eyes drift closed against him. The warm water feels great, and she enjoys each of his little trailing kisses as they work up her neck and shoulder. Soft, blissed sounds come from her, and she practically melts.
Truly, she loved being able to relax and soak in the tub with him. It was a soothing feeling, cuddling close to the one she loves, and just sharing an intimate moment of relaxation and contact.
Skylar didn’t really doze against him as they relaxed and just simply spent time together, but she did sort of daydream for a long while, simply running her fingers through the hair on Hamish’s chest while he kissed her oh so tenderly. The daydreams came to an end when the next contraction rolled around, and her spine tensed a little bit. The heat helped with the pain though, and she didn’t tense up inside of the tub nearly as much as she did outside of the tub. Instead, she simply cuddled her head to his chest, and draped against him as she breathed and tried to relax through it. “It’s not as bad in the water. The heat helps.” Maybe a heating pad would help outside of the tub, but she wasn’t sure.
Hamish nodded, rubbing her skin with his hand, he could tell she was still hurting but that the warm water really was helping her. He was quiet, letting her breath through the contraction. When she seemed to let her body relax again, he kissed her. "Are they super painful ones… or still just… okay?" He asked.
“They’re not super painful now. It’s not… painful anyways? What hurts are the back cramps and what comes before and after the contractions- the body aches, the back spasms, the curling cramps. The contraction itself… it’s a pressure in my belly that gets tighter and tighter, focusing around my belly button. It’s… I can kinda imagine it like a star. When it starts, the star is growing brighter and brighter- and when it peaks, it’s at it’s brightest, and then it begins to dim, and the brightness, or the pressure rather, goes away.” She swirled her fingers gently through his chest hair as she explained. Giving a more in depth answer always seemed to help calm him down.
He listened and nodded. "It's so amazing what you're able to do... It's also incredibly nerve wracking." He laughed, rubbing his hands down her side and over the swell of her stomach. He kept his hand in one spot, trying to feel the boys. "What do you think they're thinking about all of this?"
“It’s terrifying,” she laughs softly, “But it’s okay because we have each other.” His hand on her belly was rewarded with a few faint kicks as one of the boys pushed downwards, jostling for space with his brothers. “I bet they’re thinking something along the lines of ‘why are we still here?’ or ‘why do we keep getting squished?’” She chuckles faintly, and smooches his cheek. “Mm… My contractions don’t feel like they’re getting any closer though.” She sighs. “Why do I feel like we’re in for the long haul instead o’ a shorter labor I was hoping for with these three…?”
"Even if it's slow... I just want things to progress smoothly. I don't think my heart could handle panic." He said with a slight strain in his tone. He leant back in the bath. "We're going to have to start brainstorming some things we can do to help these boys out."
“Well, the birthing ball is only one way t’ help things progress.” Skylar murmurs gently to him. She leans up to kiss his cheek, and makes a soothing sound. “It’s gonna be okay, Haz. You’re not gonna have a heart attack, ‘cause nothin’ is gonna go wrong.” She soothes gently. “When we get out, why don’t we talk t’ Elaine about different ways t’ progress labor? She would know- or ya can go get the book for suggestions.”
"I'll ask Elaine if she has any suggestions once we've gotten out of here." He said, patting the edge of the tub. He really did love this new tub, it felt so nice to be able to sit in the water with Skylar through this. He had wished he had been able to get in with Bella, but the size of the tub and the cast on his leg was stopping him from doing that. This time though, he could be right with his wife where she needed him.
"Sounds good to me." She smiled. She shifted against him and nuzzled her face up under his chin, hiding her face in his neck. It left him able to rest his head on the smooth curls of her horns if he wanted to. She had been keeping up on polishing, knowing that any time could be go time and dealing with peeling horns was not something she wanted to do. Skylar smiles softly and sighs pleasantly. "This is nice... I wish we could have had this tub for when we had Bella. But ya had your leg in a cast n' all that too. Mmm... Hey, Haz?" She glances up to him. "Ya didn’t have any nightmares about having the triplets, did ya?" She recalls his nightmare about Bella, and how terrified he'd been in the car, since they had damn near followed the cues. The only thing different was the fact that he had tuned the truck up and stress tested it almost obsessively after his bad dream.
"You know… I use to think I smoked to cure my stress... but I think it was giving me more stress, since I quit… I haven't been worrying as much about things going wrong… I mean, I worried… but my stress levels with Bella was much higher than now." He said his mouth curling into a smile, he was proud of himself for finally quitting properly.
Elaine knocked gently on the door, interrupting anything Skylar might have said in return.
Hamish grunted and shifted slightly, using Skylar's body to cover himself up.
Elaine opened the door but never fully stepped into the room. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to intrude, but I just thought, while you're both in the bath, if you try some nipple and breast stimulation, if will help release hormones that will hopefully speed up your contractions. When you've finished in the bath, I'd like to check on your progression Skylar. I just thought I'd quickly stick my head in and tell you because while you're relaxed in the water, it is a good time to give it a try." She closed the door and disappeared.
Hamish let out a low chuckle. "Breast stimulation, huh?"
Skylar had startled when Elaine had knocked and opened the door, but she'd listened and given her a quiet 'thank you' before the woman had left. Skylar shifted against him with a slow grin, and winked warmly. "Well... I guess now is as good a time as any t' get some milk drained, huh?" She shifts and peers at him, giving him a cheeky look as she eases up some out of the water so her chest isn’t submerged. His low chuckle makes her blush. She loves when his voice drops all low like that. It's fantastic and sexy and she adores it. "You know, I love when your voice drops all low like that... Heh. Ya hungry, Hamish baby?" Theoretically orgasms might help with it too- since sex could cause pre-term labor- but she didn't want to push too far yet. Maybe later if this didn't help.
"Mn~" He helps her shift so he is able to reach her breasts. Hamish didn’t hesitate as he leant forward and pressed his lips over her breast, his face flushing as he suckled gently, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. He cuddled his arms around her body, his hands rubbing over her belly while he suckled and flicked his tongue against her nipples.
His lack of hesitation made her chuckle, and as always, she cradled him close. As he suckled, Skylar relaxed, closing her eyes as her breasts began to slowly lessen in pressure. It was a slow thing and it felt nice, and the teasing flick of his tongue against her sensitive nipples had her shivering, bolts of pleasure curling up through her chest. “Mmm…” She relaxed, fingers rubbing gently over his skull as she basked in him tending to her. She played with her other breast, simply stimulating her nipple while he suckled her first one. She didn’t let loose milk- why waste it, after all- but she did slowly circle her finger around her areola and up over the sensitive and swollen bud of her nipple, stimulating herself gently and slowly.
Hamish hummed happily, enjoying being so close and intimate with his wife. He massaged her belly while he fed from her breast.
As he nursed, the pressure lessened, and she could feel her body relaxing. Her middle gave twinges, and pulled tight under his touch, not unlike it did back when she’d had to stop nursing Bella. Only this time, the pains were the sort of pains that were supposed to be happening. As the pressure eased out of her breast, Skylar gently tapped the top of his head, and offered her other one to him, while breathing through the soft contractions that nursing was prompting.
Hamish switched breasts, his hands still massaging her belly while he filled his own with the warm, sweet tasting liquid. He could feel her flesh tighten and the boys shifting and moving.
Her flesh continued to tighten, until it was brought into a full blown contraction. It made her lips twitch, mouth opening with a soft groan as she stretched her toes in response. She didn’t stop though- if it brought one on, then it had to be working. Besides that, it felt good getting her stores drained. She would be full again come tonight, but being closer to empty would be nice. His mouth had more pull than a newborn’s did anyways- and he ate more than three babies would. “Hah… ‘s helping,” She informs him with an almost breathless sigh. Again the heat of the bath keeps the contraction from being horribly painful, and for that she is thankful.
Hamish moaned softly around her breast, massaging his thumb against her belly. He pulled back and kissed her breast, taking a moment to just kiss her nipples. "You doing okay?" He asked, before placing his mouth around her nipple again, still listening.
The soft and gentle stimulation felt nice, and she let her head loll back against the tub’s rim. “Mhm. Contracting right now. It’s not so bad though. Warm water helps. Might use a heat pack when we get out.” Her fingers are tempted to wander between her legs, to seek out the sensitive bud hidden in her folds, but, well… She can’t reach. Skylar instead massages her fingers into his shoulders and the back of his neck, keeping her hands busy while he tends to her. Her breasts were mostly empty of their surplus- now her body would work to make more to fill it. What he was getting now was what her body was making- not the built up surplus. There was a lot of relief for her in not being swelled so large, though. Milk heavy breasts could be painful.
Hamish was getting excited himself moving to kiss along her neck. He dipped his hand down under her belly and began to rub his fingers gently between her folds, he knew as well that an orgasm could help with her labor as well as allow her the chance to feel good for a while. His face turned red, looking down at her breasts and belly while he touched her.
Skylar could feel the start of his member beginning to harden against her leg where he was pressed flush to her. She was distracted from it however as his fingers dipped down between her folds, ghosting over the nub of nerves there. Her legs twitched in response, a soft gasp leaving her. "Ah... Think... Think we'd be okay for sex?" She asks curiously. She'd heard that semen helped with effacement... Or dilation. She wasn't sure which one. Her water hadn't broken though, which meant she could still take Hamish without a risk of getting an infection.
He kissed Skylar as he eased his fingers in and out, slowly opening her up so she would be able to handle him. He carefully shifted position with Skylar so he was in a better position for what they where going to do.
Skylar rolled onto her front. Sex on her back wasn't, unfortunately, as comfortable as it usually was at this point. On her front however, things were less... Squished inside of her. Besides! That would put Hamish fully able to reach everything, without the massive mound of her belly forcing him away from her. They mivht not be able to kiss, but he could leave hickies along her neck. His last marks had long since faded, after all.
Once she was comfortable, she relaxed into his fingers, spreading her thighs to let his digits glide deeper within her. Her walls trembled around his fingers, sensitive from the work they knew they would have to do, and she gave a soft pleased gasp against the rim of the tub. "Hah... I'm all yours, Hamish. Make love t' me?" She requests softly, voice airy. This would be the last time he'd get to touch her for... Well, who knew just how long, until she healed and no longer felt raw inside.
Hamish groaned softly, leaving kisses along her neck. He reached down and wrapped his hand around himself, brushing his tip against her opening. He slowly eased himself inside her, rubbing along her back and belly. He closed his lips over his shoulder, kissing and sucking to leave marks.
His girth felt amazing, and there was almost a strangled moan that rolled from her throat as she rocked back into him. His hands along her back and belly felt heavenly as his girth split her wide, and she bowed her lower back to cradle the pudgy swell of his own belly as his mouth closed over her shoulder. “Mm… Yes, Haz…” She purred. “Touch me… Please…” One of her hands slid to her breasts, and she teased her nipples as she rocked back into him. It didn’t matter if he went harder- she was already in labor, and she had missed him going rougher with her.
Hamish kept his mouth on her shoulder his hands moving up to grab her horns, tugging them slightly as he pushed into her. He wasn't as rough as he could have been, but everything about Skylar felt amazing, and he didn't have to worry about being gentle. He knew Skylar would have wanted him to be rough.
As his hips rocked into her, Skylar moaned, rolling her skull back as he pulled on her horns. One hand braced on the edge of the tub, and she bucked her hips back into his, urging him on as she arched her shoulder into his teeth. Skylar gently pinched her nipple, giving a soft moan as it sent a tingling jolt of pleasure through her chest. Her hips ached with need, belly curling tightly and walls fluttering with the fast pulse of her soul beat.
He thrust hard into her. He wondered quietly if he would make her water break if he was too rough. His stomach twinged with an odd arousal at the though of her waters gushing around him while he fucked into her. His face burned with blush as he pressed his face against her neck to kiss her.
Arousal had her muscles tightening, her walls clamping around his member as he rocked into her. “Ah~” Soft little sounds of pleasure slid out of her mouth, and she tilted her head as best she could with his grasp on her horns so he could have access to her neck. Skylar was not dominant tonight- not with her body in labor, and high on hormones like it was. She was oversensitive and tightly wound, and trembling with under his touch.
He bit down on her neck, losing himself slightly, his thrusts growing rougher. He tugged on her horns, using them to pull himself against her. He moaned against her throat, flicking his tongue out against the bone. "Skylar~" He moaned.
Fuck, she loved when he moaned her name. Skylar shivered at his moan, and the slow flick of his tongue over her vertebrae. Her mouth opened, and she panted as she rocked against him. His rougher thrusts rubbed her in all of the good ways, and his bite… the coil in her belly was growing tighter, along with a twinging cramp of a contraction coming much sooner than it had before. “Ah~ Hamish, yes, please, harder,” Her hips thrust back into his, chasing the end of the coil curling inside of her belly. Abstinence and over sensitivity lessened the time it took to bring her to climax- and boy, he was driving her right to that edge and teasing her along it. The coil in her belly was knotted up, making her moan and gasp his name in soft pleas for more.
The tightness of her squeezing around him was drawing him close to his end, he let go of her horn with one hand, running it down to hold her belly, running his hand along its width. Feeling just how big she was, how big he’d made her become, it pulled him over the edge. He gave a particularly hard thrust as he emptied his load into her.
The hard thrust and the gush of warmth was enough to do her in- Skylar came with a soft pleased cry. She rode on the waves of bliss, even as they edged into something that wasn’t bliss- and her pleased moans faded into slightly pained ones as her orgasm shifted into a particularly hard contraction around his length. Her walls clenched in time with her uterus tightening, and her hand clenched on the railing. Skylar barely managed to gasp his name, before she was shivering and trying to ride it out. There was an intense pressure in her middle- and then the release of that pressure came in a sharp pop, and a gush of blue into the water around them, rushing around his member and flushing out his fluids he had flooded her with.
Hamish shivered at the feeling of wet warmth flooding over him… wait, that was a lot of… Hamish looked down at the fluid that was dribbling out of Skylar around his cock, and the murky blue water that the bath had turned into. "Your water just broke." He said, his face flushed brightly. He pulled himself out of her letting the rest of the fluid gush out. Apparently he still had a little bit left in himself too, his cock letting out a few more spurts of cum as he watched the drizzle of fluids.
“Mmm… Y-yeah, I could tell,” She rested her forehead against the tub as he managed to pull himself out of the grasping and clamping depths of her walls. There was still pressure inside of her, and it wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t going anywhere. The only thing that felt like it was going places, was some of the padding at the base of her belly. She panted through it, shivering as a chill slid over her. She always got cold after orgasms, and it was ridiculous that she had a chill now. “Ah… Ow… Mm…” She could now feel the little horns for the first baby without the cushion of her waters to keep it from poking at her.
When it eased off, she shifted to sit, and panted softly. “I have t’ get out soon,” She looks slightly worn out by that ordeal. “Heh… Y’ broke my water, Haz. Good job- at least we’re getting places now.”
Hamish laughed and leant forward to kiss her. He stood himself up and got out of the bath, letting Skylar sit in the bath on her own for a short moment while he got himself dressed then returned to help Skylar out of the bath. "Will you be okay to dry yourself off while I let Elaine know things are progressing?" He asked, keeping his hands on her incase she needed help
As she stood up and stepped out of the bath, gravity did its thing and the remaining amniotic fluid decided to vacate the premises. It splattered all over the floor, and Skylar flushed a bright embarrassed blue, biting her lip because someone was going to have to clean it. The floor might be polished against stains, but still. Her hands tightened on Hamish's for a moment, and she simply grimaced as she dribbled on the floor. "I'll be okay." She says. She'd try to mop that up while he was gone. "I'll get dried off. Can ya put my robe on the bed when you're passing by?" It limited the clothes she had to wear, and it tied around her front so she could open or close it, as she needed. It was also very soft and very warm and exactly what she needed.
Hamish smiled and nodded, giving her another kiss. "Leave the mess, I'll do that… Don't go trying to bend over okay?" He warned, and then turned into the bedroom. He paused so eh could put her robe on the bed, before he then jogging down stairs. "Her water broke." He called out.
Elaine poked her head around the kitchen. "Already? Goodness. I'll be right there."
Bella let out a small noise. "Broken?" She asked, concerned.
Hamish smiled. "Mommy is okay. The baby is coming now, just wait a little bit longer baby, then nana will bring you up to see."
Bella’s lip was chewed on, and then she raised her hands for her daddy. “See Mama now?” She asked hopefully.
Vera glanced at Bella, from where she was working on pre-prep for dinner, which would be in a few hours. “Not yet, Bella. When your daddy says ya can come up, I’ll bring ya up. But Elaine has t’ look at your Mama now, and that’s not somethin’ ya wanna see.”
Hamish chuckled. "Mommy is naked, you don't wanna see her butt." He said jokingly.
Bella's eyes went wide and she covered her hands over her eyes. "No." She said with a small giggle.
Hamish knelt down. "Give daddy a quick kiss."
Bella ran over and gave him a kiss. "
If you hear a baby crying, then you and Nana can come up stairs okay?"
Bella nodded.
"Good girl." He praised, and then returned upstairs. Elaine was already up and helping Skylar onto the bed. Hamish made quick work of cleaning up the liquid on the floor with the towel.
Elaine had Skylar laying back so she could check her dilation. "I can already feel his head, so you're doing a good job. I'm going to leave you both to yourselves, you've done this before so you know what to do when you feel like you have to. I wont go too far, just outside the door. You give a shout if you need me.”
Skylar nods up at Elaine once the woman had her fingers out of her woman bits. She sat up with a quiet sigh. “Thanks, Elaine. We’ll give ya a call if we need ya.” She rubs her middle with a quiet sound, and adjusts her robe over her shoulders. “Thank you.”
She glances over to Hamish when he comes out of the bathroom, and gives him a flustered smile. “I’m sorry ya had t’ clean that again. At least it wasn’t in your car this time?”
He laughed and made his way over to her. "Don't worry about it." He said, kneeling on the bed next to her. "How're you feeling?"
“Sore. Tired. Mostly pressure.” Skylar rubbed her fingers along the top of her belly. She shifts on the bed, and glances at the covers. They were going to get completely covered in gross if they did this with the covers on- but she was naked, and hadn’t even gone through transition yet. “I can feel his horns poking me. They’re not pleasant.” She shakes her head slightly, and then shifts, so she can scoot back on the bed. Her backside is tender from the rough pounding that he’d given her in the bathroom, and as soon as she’s back on the bed, she eases down onto her back so she can rest. “Mmm…” There was no easing this discomfort though. Their baby was working down into her birth canal, and it was just a process that he was going to have to do in order to come into the world. Skylar took a deep breath, and then shifted to roll onto her left side. It didn’t even ease the pain like it usually did. She needed something in her thighs to ease it, but she didn’t want to dirty anything. “Nothing to be done for it though. Cuddle with me? I want t’ rest a little bit before we see how long it takes for th’ next contraction t’ come.”
He moved over next to her and cuddled up to her. He moved his leg between her thighs, letting her rest against his warmth.
Skylar rubbed his knuckles thankfully, and settled against his chest with a gentle sound. “Thank you.” She murmurs softly to him. She props her head on his pillow, enjoying his scent as she lets his warmth surround her. She closes her eyes- and it’s not long before she drops into a light doze, his leg helping keep some of the pain out of her pelvis as their son widened her, and worked his way down.
She didn’t get to rest for maybe ten minutes, before her middle tightened up, and her legs clamped around his thigh reflexively. She inhaled sharply, a soft hiccup of breath as she jolted awake and turned her face into the pillow. “Oh… Mm… I’d forgotten how uncomfortable contractions got once your water broke.” She muttered softly, breathing into the pillow. “Mm… That was what… Twelve minutes from the last…? Much better than the forty minutes that it was before the bath, and our love makin’. We need t’ time… Mmm… from this one t’ the next one.”
He nodded and turned to look at the clock, taking note of the time. Once he had it down. he then turned back to Skylar, rubbing her back.
They laid in silence. He counted the minutes between Skylar’s contractions while she got as much sleep as she could between each cramp. She would tell him she was okay each time he asked, but he could tell things where getting more painful for her.
Things weren’t pleasant for her. Not only was it painful, but there was a sort of anxious energy bubbling up in her, and it made resting hard, even with him rubbing her back. She still managed to sleep, though it was not a deep or very restful sleep, particularly as the contractions began to come quicker. The clock continued to tick onwards, and the smell of dinner cooking wafted up as the hours passed by and the sun began to lower through their sliding glass doors out to the balcony.
As they quickened, she gave up on sleeping, and quietly pulled her book to her. Between her contractions, and the smell of dinner beginning to cook, Skylar couldn’t sleep. But, she needed something to fill the silence. She was more nervous about this birth than she’d let on- she’d seen a triplet birth gone bad, and she hoped she hadn’t made a mistake by insisting that she have the boys at home. She read to Hamish for as long as she could focus on the book, her words stuttering and shaky when she had to pause for a contraction, but firm and unfaltering when she was given some respite from the growing pressure and pain from between her legs. Laying on her left side seemed to help some of it, and she was unwilling to move for the time being.
Eventually though, words were lost, and she had to set the book to the side. As the contractions got closer and closer together, and the pain got worse, she began to shiver, and the smell of dinner, which had once been so delicious, made her stomach churn. Skylar recognized these from before- her least favorite part of labor- and struggled to keep a level head as she began to shake in Hamish’s arms. Transition was happening- and it, like before, was not a pleasant experience. She just hoped it was a short one, just like her labor before had been.
She didn’t stay on her left side for it though- Skylar shakily freed herself from his leg, and twisted around to her right side, despite the discomfort that escalated dramatically from the near constant contractions assaulting her body. She looped her arms around him and latched on, fingers sinking into his shirt, and she buried her face into his chest, just barely managing to remember that she had horns and that she needed to be careful with them. She shook like a leaf in the wind, but his scent helped her nausea, and she listened to his breathing, and counted the beating of his soul to try and keep her body calm. She needed to stay hydrated too, but anything she drank now would come right back up, she was very sure.
He looked down at her, letting her squeeze him as much as she needed to. "You're doing a good job, Sky." He said, his voice quiet. He smiled; he could hear Bella assaulting Vera with questions about the babies and Skylar.
Skylar trembled in his arms, and did her best to ignore the nausea bubbling in the back of her throat. She didn’t want to throw up- she’d done good about not throwing up for most of her pregnancy, save the vegemite incidents, and she didn’t want to do it now. She simply let him hold her, her arms holding him firmly as she breathed into his chest.
She listened to her mother answering Bella’s questions as best she could, and wondered what her daughter would think of her now if she ever managed to force her way upstairs to see Skylar like she was. Skylar hooked a leg gently over his leg again as another contraction fore a soft keen from her throat. God, it hurt, there was so much pressure and there was no escape, and she felt like she needed to pop.
Her focus wound down onto Hamish though, his touch and any words he murmured. She didn’t hear her mother’s voice, or Bella’s concerned tones from downstairs, and her eyes took on the glassy and dazed sort of look that they had last time as she settled into her trance.
Unlike last time, where it was so very short and brief, her time in transition was nearly an hour and fifteen minutes. It began to fade off shortly after however, as her body finished preparing itself, and wound down into its period of rest, before she would have to push. Skylar slowly leaned her head back from Hamish, and looked up at him quietly. She looked utterly exhausted already despite the rest she’d gotten, and there was still more work to do. She’d also gotten the knee of his pants dirty, from where it had pressed against her core, but she didn’t stop to think about that.
Skylar took a deep breath in, and then leaned up and kissed him gently. “Hey there… I’m back…” She murmurs softly.
He smiled down at her. "Hey, beautiful." He rubbed her skull around her horns. "How're you doing?" He asked, his hand continued to massage her back, trying to ease any pains the best he could.
His touch felt nice, and her eyes dropped to half-mast again. She took a quiet breath, and nuzzled into his hand. “I’m… I’m okay. I still hurt, but… It’s less. My body is resting now.” She takes a deep breath, and sighs. “And I don’t feel as bad as I did. Transition isn’t fun. I think I’d like to sit up… Maybe get something to drink. I’m really thirsty.” She was still entwined with him, but her limbs felt like jelly. Her arm started to ease herself up, and she quivered just slightly as she unhooked her leg from his. But, she managed it.
He smiled. "I'll get you water." He said, rolling off the bed. He shuffled to the bathroom, filling up the cup they had sitting on the sink, and then brought it back to her.
By the time he’d gotten back to her, Skylar had managed to sit up. Her robe had slid down one shoulder, still loosely tied over her belly. She had scooted to the end of the bed, closer to where the birthing ball was, and was lightly nudging it with her foot simply to entertain herself. It was little quirks like that there that let him really see what Bella got from her. When he offered out the glass, she abandoned her poking of the ball, and gave him a warm smile as she took it. She took a deep drink, enjoying the way that it cooled down her throat. “Thanks, Haz. Ah…” She took a moment to just relax, and let her feet dangle off the edge of the bed. She could feel their baby’s head in her pelvis, but her body wasn’t ready yet- it wasn’t telling her it was time to push.
“Well… I guess we wait.” She murmurs faintly. Bella hadn’t given them hardly any time. Skylar had changed positions, and Bella had been basically demanding to get out right then. “Do we have everything ready?” She asks, eye lights flicking over to Hamish. Her fingers of her free hand anxiously picked at the edge of her robe.
He moved around and knelt down in front of her. "I don't think I've ever seen you this afraid before." He said quietly. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up, hugging his arms around her the best her could. He held her lower back with one hand, then held her hand in the other and began swaying with her in a slow and gentle dance, his head resting on hers, his eyes closed.
"Just breathe, I won't let anything happen to you."
Standing up felt nice, after so long of laying down, though the swaying motion didn’t feel nice for her pelvis. It did help soothe some of her nerves though. Skylar let out a shaky breath against him, and draped one arm around his shoulder while his other hand held hers. She angled her middle so he could hold her close, and swayed with him in the slow and gentle dance as he did his best to soothe her frayed nerves. “I know… I know, and I’m sorry I’m so scared.” Her fingers tightened on his shoulder, and she did her best to breathe with him as they swayed softly in their silent dance, twirling gingerly around the room. “I just… I’ve seen what could go wrong with triplets… I shouldn’t have been so insistent at doing this at home… And I’m sorry I was so stubborn and bullheaded.” She shakes her head gently against his. There was nothing to be done for it now- they were well on their way to baby number two entering the world, and their first son taking his first breath. Going to the hospital now would mean they’d just take their son and put him in Neonatal and she wouldn’t get to see him for what would feel like forever, while they no doubt took her in for an emergency c-section for the other two.
Her mother’s hospital experience had perhaps moderately traumatized her.
Skylar took a calming breath, and let his swaying calm her soul beats. “I… I know I’m usually strong.” She murmurs. “But… I might… I might need you t’ be strong for us both.”
Hamish tipped his head and kissed her cheek. "We can do this. Skylar, I've never seen someone as strong as you in my life. You're a champion at this." He whispered. "Just a little bit more, and they will be here and then you can rest, and we will meet our boys.”
His words and gentle kiss made her smile, and Skylar peeked her eyes open at him gingerly. “We can,” She whispers in response, “We can do it.” She gave him a shaky smile, and ran her hand gently along his neck, as her fingers laced tighter with his. Her wedding ring clicked against his, and she took a shaky breath, slowly deepening her sways as she let herself relax. She eased closer into his hold, and gave him a loving kiss before her head came down to rest on his shoulder instead of braced against his forehead. “I love you,” She murmurs to him. “I love you so much. Mm…” His words helped a lot, and she just played them over in her mind as they swayed. It was such an intimate feeling, her loose robe swaying slightly behind her as she held him and he held her. She felt safer. Not the safest, but safer than before.
He swayed with Skylar, keeping an eye on their clock. "How're you doing down there? Your contractions are nice and close now." He looked down at her, rubbing her side.
“He’s movin’ real slow.” She murmurs softly. Her eyes close, and she feels their baby shift down inside of her again, and her legs shake. “Mmn… I think… We’re close though. I need t’ go sit and get as comfortable as I can.” And make herself as easy to access as possible for him. “Which is going to be easier for you t’ catch him?” She asks. “End of the bed, or me propped on pillows further up?”
He smiled. "You get comfortable, I just need to be able to get between your legs so I can get him." He said, helping Skylar back to the bed. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and laid it down so Skylar could put her bum on it.
Skylar scooted the towel up a bit, and nodded. She made her way up onto the bed, giving him plenty of space to follow, and made a backrest with their pillows for her to rest on. As she reclined back, she stretched her back some, and angled her hips, propping her legs up and spreading them. Her lips were inflamed some, ad she could feel the scrape of their sons horns as they worked down inside of her. It left her open, with plenty of bed space for Hamish, and towel space to catch anything she might leak. She was already starting to trickle a little bit of blood, though nothing major. She was fully open for Hamish to see, and about as comfortable as she would get.
Laboring on her back though made the contractions slow. Without gravity to aid in guiding their son down, Skylar was going to have to do this all on her own. Her belly trembled, and a shiver slid up her frame as her fingers fisted in the blankets.
The overwhelming urge to push hit, and Skylar was one to listen to her body. She craned forwards slightly with a soft grunt as she bore down, feeling him sliding down inside of her. "Oh god, his horns burn." She hisses softly.
“I know, Sky." He said, leaning to kiss her belly. "Come on Mama, you can get him out." He rubbed her thighs gently, biting his lip as he watched for the first glimpse he'd get at his son.
Hamish rubbed her thighs, his eyes tearing up at the sight of the top of his sons skull. "You're doing so good Skylar. Just gotta get his fat little head out and the rest is will be a piece of cake." He said, leant forward for a moment to kiss her then settled back between her legs, very gently pressing his fingers on Skylar’s skin around where the babies head was to help her open her up and ease him out.
Her perineum was tender, but not nearly as bad as it had been with Bella. Skylar took a deep breath, taking a moment to catch her breath, and then pushed again. She couldn’t see his head, and her belly meant she couldn’t reach down to feel, but that was okay. She could hold him afterwards. She did short and sharp little pushes, using the panting method to ease his horns out without ripping her open. Elaine possibly knew how to do stitches, but Skylar didn’t want them particularly. So she took care, despite her body’s desire to just push as hard as she could and force him out as fast as she could. She panted, open mouthed, and slowly, so slowly, his skull eased out of her. Once she got past the widest part, it slid out fully, and she was hit was a sense of relief as some of the pressure abated.
Her job wasn’t over though- she started to slowly work on getting his shoulders out, her fingers holding tight to the bed as she strained. Skylar hadn’t been able to keep her body in as good of shape as she had with Bella- her muscles were out of shape and stretched too far for her to do this as quick as she might have liked.
Hamish laughed, looking down at the little head, at his little horns and scrunched up face. He reached down and cupped his head and turned him slightly to aid Skylar in getting his shoulders out. When the first shoulder eased its way out, the rest of him following, Hamish lifted him and turned him onto his belly, patting his bum and rubbing his back. "Come on little guy," he cooed.
There was a short moment of silence where Hamish held his breath. The finally the newborn let out a cough, and screamed his little lungs out. Hamish let out a long sigh. He held him face down so he could cry and cough up any fluid in his throat.
Elaine stepped into the room. She knew Bella would want to come up to the room so she needed to make quick work to make sure the toddler wouldn't be frightened when she came into the room. She started with the baby, helping Hamish clean him off and cut his umbilical cord.
He moved to Skylar’s side so she would be able to see the newborn while Elaine set up a garbage bag under Skylar’s rear for her to deliver the placenta into. "Maybe I should take him down and show him to Bella while you get cleaned up?" He suggested.
Skylar wasted no time with the placenta- her body wanted it out, and as soon as the trash bag was under her backside, it only took a few short pushes before it was sliding out, hot and bloody. Skylar paid it no mind, her attention on her son as she lifted her arm to gently stroke his face. She took a moment just to touch him, simply needing that moment of contact, before she bit her lip and nodded. “Okay. Go show Bella- but don’t stay away too long, please.” She wanted to hold him too- skin to skin contact was important after all. Skylar gave him a tired smile. “I’ll get all cleaned up- as best as I can anyway- and then Bella can see me too for a little bit.” Her daughter would no doubt want to check on her mother too.
The wailing newborn kept wailing in Hamish’s arms, his little blue belly heaving with his breaths as he hiccupped and let them know just how unhappy he was with the whole situation.
"As soon as I've got her cleaned up, I'll call you back in." Elaine smiled, moving to dampen a cloth with warm water in the bathroom. She would wipe up any blood, and then check to see if the second baby was moving down yet. If not, Skylar would get to rest and spent time with the first baby before worrying about the other two.
Hamish opened the door as Bella was clambering up the stairs. "Hi baby girl." He smiled, the newborn wailing.
Bella's eyes went wide and she stopped. "Baba?" She asked.
Hamish nodded. “Come back downstairs and I'll show you." He said walking down to the lounge room and sitting down on the couch.
Bella crawled up next to him and peered down at the baby. "He's crying." She said.
Hamish laughed and nodded.
The baby seemed to recognize Bella’s voice more than he did Hamish’s- though the boys had come to recognize their father more than they had before in the time that Skylar had been home- and his loud wails petered off into fussy whimpers. He squirmed fussily in Hamish’s arms, his little brow furrowing and his blue toothless gums showing as his mouth puckered and opened a few times. He stretched, not sure what to make of this newfound freedom.
Vera simply peered over the couch behind Hamish, and smiled softly. Her eyes were damp as she looked at her new grandson, but she kept her hands to herself. “He’s beautiful, Hamish.” She says softly, and then leans down to press a motherly kiss to the top of her son in law’s head. “He looks so healthy too. Good job, son. How’s Sky doing?”
Bella tilted her head as she looked at the baby, and reached out with careful fingers to touch his little horns. Then she reached up to touch hers, and looked up at her Daddy. “His howns are small, Dada. Why they there?” Hers were so much further apart than her little brother’s were. Why were they different?
"She's exhausted and sore. I think she's hoping for a break before the next one comes." He said, looking down at his son. "He has horns like your uncles baby." He explained, watching his daughter. "Would you like to hold him?" He asked.
Bella blinked and looked up at Vera then back to the baby and nodded. Hamish had her sit down on the couch and laid a pillow on her lap so she wouldn't have to worry about supporting his head, and then he laid the newborn on the pillow. Bella looked down at him then laughed. "He's a boy Dada, look." She giggled.
Hamish snorted. "Yes, he is a boy."
“For her sake, I hope she gets one. Having one is tiring enough- she’s got two more to go.” Vera leans on the back of the couch, and pulls out her phone. She quietly takes a picture. “Gonna send this t’ the boys. Ah- I have dinner done. I can bring something up t’ ya both, or whatever you’d like. Sky’s gonna need her energy. I made a light meal, so it shouldn’t upset her stomach none.”
Bella giggled slightly over her brother’s little blue bits, but touched his scrunched face gently. Her Mama had told her babies were soft and fragile, and that her brothers would be extra soft and fragile, and that she would need to be very, very careful with them so they didn’t get hurt. She was their big sister, her Mama had told her, it was her job to protect her baby brothers. Bella smiled at him slightly, and then looked up at her Daddy. “Dada? Wha’s his name?”
Hamish smiled down at his daughter and her shocked expression when her new brother started crying. "I think mommy and I will give him his name when his other brothers come." He said.
Elaine poked her head out. "You can come up and see Skylar now." She said with a soft voice.
Hamish lifted the newborn into his arms. "Lets go see mommy."
Bella jumped up and ran up the stairs, bursting into the room. “Mama!" She exclaimed.
Hamish followed close behind, making his way over to the bed. He passed the whining baby off to Skylar, and his whimpers turned into soft snuffling, his mouth opening wide. He could smell his mamas breast milk and was trying his best to find it.
Skylar gave Bella a warm but tired smile, and worked to carefully adjust their son against her chest. Her belly was large enough to rest him on still, and she did so easily so she could angle her swollen breast for him to latch onto her nipple. “Hey, baby girl,” She said warmly, and gave a soft sound as her son hungrily latched on. She’d gotten practice with Bella- she was better at aiming with her breast now. Her little boy suckled softly, still getting the hang of the motion, and she let him work it out for herself.
Skylar’s lower half was covered by a towel with another fresh towel having been slid under her butt. She was bleeding still, but they couldn’t stop to put a pad on, not when she still had work to do. The towel was catching the slow drips of blood from between her legs, and while the upper towel kept Bella from seeing too much, it didn’t stop the irony smell from lingering near Skylar.
“Did ya get t’ see your baby brother?” Skylar asked her gently as she adjusted her son, stroking his soft skin and smooth bones with her fingers. He didn’t seem to mind, and simply clung to her breast with little fingers as she fed him.
"I holded him, Mama." She said proudly, tugging on the sheets to pull herself up onto the bed.
Hamish watched and made sure that Bella was a good girl for a moment, before he stepped back to the door. "Vera, you can come up too." He said.
Vera came up the stairs, holding two plates. One had more fruits and other quick energy things than the other did- obviously for Skylar if she so desired to eat something- while the other had the regular dinner, which was for Hamish. Vera hefted them up, and arched a brow at Hamish. “I was getting somethin’, Hamish. I can’t move as fast as you and Bella do without spilling everything all over the floor.” She says lightly.
Skylar could hear her mother’s amused snark to Hamish, and chuckled softly. Skylar shifted, and offered her free arm to Bella, welcoming her daughter closer to her side. “You held him, hm?” She smiled softly. “Good job. You’re already gonna be a good big sister, aren’t ya?”
Hamish flushed slightly. He couldn't help being a little impatient. He was an excited and proud daddy. Bella laid her head on Skylar’s shoulder to watch her brother. "He licking your boobie, Mama." She said, reaching out to poke his cheek.
“Mhm. He’s nursin’ milk from my boob, baby girl. Same thing ya used t’ do when you were this small.” Skylar gently patted his butt when he made a small noise at being poked. “Remember, sweetie, babies are very fragile. Ya don’t want t’ poke. Ya want t’ touch- just gently.” She took her fingers, and brushed them over his cheek as it hollowed and filled with her milk with each slowly strengthening suck.
Vera slipped into the bedroom and passed Hamish his plate. She brought the other one closer to the bed, and held it up for Skylar to see. “Hey, baby girl. I brought ya dinner. Gonna need your energy. Ya feel up t’ eating?”
“God yes,” Skylar let her head roll back against the pillows as she looked at her mom. “I’m starving n’ thirsty too. But, baby comes first. I’ll eat when I can.” She gives a tired yawn, and rubs her cheek on her shoulder. “You’re a grandma again, Ma. Excited?”
“Yeah.” She smiles softly, and rests the plate on the side table. “I am.”
Hamish stands to the side and made quick work on his meal, practically inhaling it.
Bella watched her tiny brother. "Hi baba." She cooed sweetly. Then she blinked. "He not saying hi."
“Don’t choke, Hamish,” Vera snorted. “Are ya even tasting it, ya silly living vacuum?”
Skylar chuckled at her Husband, but smiled to Bella. “He can’t talk yet, baby girl. He wont really start talkin’ until he’s about as old as you are now.” She watched as her son unlatched from her nipple, his little mouth yawning open. She lifted him up gently, and patted his back to make sure that he had no gas, before settling him back against her chest and belly. The nursing had brought on soft cramps and contractions to her middle, and the two in her belly didn’t appreciate it as they shifted inside of her. Skylar relaxed though, and let her body regulate the body temperature of the naked baby on her chest.
Bella watched him, leaning over him slightly. "Where his eyes?" She asked.
Hamish smiled and put his plate down. "It was delicious. Thanks Vera." He said.
"His eyes are closed, baby girl." Skylar hummed softly to her daughter. "He probably won't open them for a while yet. But, they should be just the same blue as his cute little butt here." She pats it very gently, and her son makes a sleepy gurgle in response.
"No problem, son." Vera gave him a smile. She reached out to take his plate, and then strolled over to kiss her daughter's forehead. "I'm gonna go do dishes, baby girl. Don't forget t' eat something and keep your strength up yeah?"
"Right." Skylar smiles. She waves her mother off as she leaves with Hamish's plate, and then it's just her, her baby, her husband, and their amazing midwife in the room. Skylar sighs softly, and glanced at Hamish. "Speaking of round two... What are we gonna do with baby number one when it comes time for that? I can’t hold and push. I don't trust myself." And he couldn't hold and play catcher.
Elaine smiled. "I can take him for a bit when it's time."
Bella looked down at Skylar. Her belly was still big. "Mommy, where the other baba? They coming out?" She asked, lifting the towel covering her lower half.
"Ah, Bella no." Hamish scolded.
Bella jumped and let the blanket go, her eyes wide. Her daddy didn't use that tone with her very often. She looked back at Skylar, her bottom lip wobbling as she tried to hold back from crying.
Hamish felt a twinge in his chest, he hadn’t meant to snap at her, he just didn't want her to see any blood that was being hidden.
“The towel is there for a reason, baby.” Skylar said softly, watching her daughter firmly. She gently rubbed her head with her hand, but didn’t tell her it was okay, because it wasn’t. Hamish was just in his scolding. “If we wanted ya t’ see, then ya would see. But it’s not pretty down there, and it’s not something ya need t’ see with as young as ya are.” She says softly again. Her eyes drift up to Elaine and she nods. “Of course. Thank you.”
Bella sniffed and laid down, hiding her face against Skylar’s side. Hamish stepped over and lifted Bella into his arms; she squirmed slightly but gave in and cuddled him tightly. "When the other babies are coming, Daddy will tell you. Right now mommy just needs to rest, she's very sore."
Bella rested her head on his shoulder, looking down at Skylar with misty eyes.
Skylar looked up at Bella gently. “Mama loves you, Bella.” She says softly. “I know you want t’ be in here with us, baby girl. But you’re too little t’ be seeing this.” She shifts, and rubs her sons back gently, and grimaces as her middle cramps up. “I know you don’t understand all of this. When you’re older, I’ll sit ya down, n’ explain everything, I promise.”
"I love you, mama." She said quietly, cuddling against her daddy.
He kissed her cheek. "How're you doing sky?" He asked. The look he gave her was a silent way to ask if he needed to send Bella back downstairs yet.
“I’m okay, Haz. Just cramping up. I wish I could get up and stretch, but… Well, that would make a mess. It doesn’t feel like either baby is moving down yet.” Skylar shifted on the bed, and rubbed her fingers along her son’s skin. She sat up a little more against her pillow supports, her legs stretching under her towel cover. The towel under her butt was slightly damp, but not nearly as bad as with Bella. A lot of that was probably because she was still in labor though, and the veins and open spots in her uterus were being squeezed closed rapidly- though she couldn’t feel either baby moving downwards. “He’s getting cold. Can one o’ ya get him into his first outfit n’ diaper, please?”
Hamish let Bella down into the floor then took the newborn from Skylar. He could feel his tiny body shivering slightly. He cradled him in one arm while he fetched clothes and a diaper with the other then laid him down on the floor, a soft blanket laid out underneath him.
Bella knelt down to watch.
Hamish put the diaper on him and then his fluffy onesie. He scooped him back up, taking a moment to soak in how tiny he is compared to Bella. It made Bella smile again when Hamish made Bella lift her foot so he could put the newborns tiny feet against it, and then did the same with their hands.
Bella giggled and very gently rested her head against his. "Are you comparing your horns?" He asks, she grinned and nodded. Hamish beamed. "Good girl."
While he was getting their son into his diaper and clothes, and keeping Bella very much distracted, Skylar took the time to shift on the bed. She wasn’t lying when she said she wanted to stretch and walk. She didn't feel as raw inside after their son as she had with Bella. But she didn't want Bella to see, or for herself to drip blood everywhere. So, she did the next best thing. She knotted the dirtied towel under her, using it essentially like a cloth diaper for an adult, and then used the lap towel to cover her waist so Bella didn't see the blood stains on the towel-diaper she'd made. She was a genius sometimes, truly.
Skylar scooted to the edge of the bed to test how well her knots would hold. They held pretty well, and he was free to stand as she wanted. So she did. Her legs didn't thank her, neither did the boys in her belly, but it felt good to get up and to stretch. She took a deep breath, and collected her plate, taking it over to the dresser to set it there. She quietly nibbled on some of the fruit as she watched Hamish and Bella, and let her body sort itself out as the boys decided who was going to come next. Contractions were picking up again, but the boys hadn't been going anywhere with her laying down. So... Walking it was.
Hamish looked up at her, making sure she was okay, before turning his attention back to the baby and Bella. "Are you excited for mommy to have two more babies?" He asked.
Bella looked up at him. "Are they going to stay here, Dada?" She asked.
Hamish laughed. "Of course they are."
“Yep.” Skylar smiles down at her daughter, nibbling her fruit. She cocked her hip to one side as she felt some movement in her middle, and quietly rubbed her belly with one hand. It was still big, and hard as a rock with cramps, but felt softer without the third body inhabiting it. “Your baby brothers aren’t going anywhere, sweetheart. They’re gonna live here too. When they get bigger, they’ll get their own rooms, jus’ like ya have, and they’ll walk and talk and play with ya.” Skylar worked through her meal quickly, but kept an even enough pace so she didn’t change making herself sick. Transition only happened once, thank god, but contractions squeezed the belly and could make her nauseated if she gorged too much. But, fruits were quick and fast to digest.
Skylar made a quick trip to the bathroom once she’d finished her food. Feeling the need to pee, she did so after shutting the door, and then washed her hands and herself as best she could. Then she fetched a fresh towel for the bed, and waddled out again, draping it down where she knew she’d settle at when the time came.
Then, Skylar began to pace. She needed to move- the second baby wasn’t descending fast enough. It felt like the boys were… Well, squabbling to see who got to come out first. She wasn’t sure, but it was an odd feeling, and she simply set herself to pacing around the room, waddling slowly but steadily in her towel skirt and diaper. “So, what do ya think of your baby brother, Bella? He’s really small, isn’t he?”
She looked down at him. Her hand reached out to hold his smaller one. "He so cute." She said.
Hamish looked up at Skylar and smiled. "He's very cute."
The newborn hiccupped and began to whimper again.
“It sounds like someone is gonna fuss again,” She smiles softly. “Hold him t’ your chest, Hamish. He’s probably not feelin’ secure bein’ held like that.” With him having done the hands and feet things, his hold on him was more of an experienced dad’s hold, not a ‘frightened new dad’ hold. “I’m glad ya think he’s cute though, Bella. He’s just as cute as you were.” She gives her a warm look, and pauses in her pacing. Her pacing is probably bothering the baby- they’re sensitive to such things sometimes. Or he was missing his brothers. That might have been it too. Or her. She wasn’t sure. Skylar paused by the sliding glass doors and peered out the sliding glass doors at the stars.
There was a shift inside of her, to which she responded by gently pressing on her abdomen to encourage one of the boys to move downwards. They slid down in her belly, and she grunted at the kick she got in turn, laughing just softly. It faded off as her middle contracted again, and she planted a hand on the door to simply breathe through it. Walking was helping- very much helping.
The cramp spasmed in her belly, creating a tight pressure along the base again- and then the pressure released in a rushing pop. The towel did absolutely nothing to stop the sudden gush of liquid that came forth from her legs, spattering across their new carpet flooring in a mix of amniotic fluid and blood. Skylar couldn’t help but stare for a moment, and as her face flushed the brightest shade of blue again.
Bella jumped up. As did Hamish, pressing the baby against his chest. "Mama you wee on the floor!" Bella shouted.
Hamish looked down at her. "Baby, can you go back to Nana please?" He said, leading her out the door.
Bella slid down the stairs. "NANA! MAMA WEE ON THE FLOOR!" She repeated, running off through the house.
Elaine returned to the room, with the guess that it wasn't 'wee'. "Hamish, I'll take him, you help Skylar." She said.
Hamish looked down at his son, and then passed him off the Elaine. He made his way over to Skylar. "Round two, huh?"
Skylar’s face had flushed even brighter at her daughter proclaiming that she’d pretty much peed on the floor, and she’d leaned against the glass door as her body continued to drain with the contraction. She bit her lip, sharp teeth worrying it as both of her children were taken from the room, leaving the other two still in her womb. Skylar shivered faintly at the feel of liquid rolling down her thighs. The sugar from the fruit was processing though, and giving her a little boost of energy that her body sorely needed.
“Well… My water broke.” She says. Without Bella there, there was no point in keeping the towels on. She shimmed out of them, and used them to mop up the mess as best she could using her feet. Egh, she was covered in blood and goo now. “One o’ them has moved down, but he’s not engaged yet. Ain’t feelin’ no horns pokin’ my bits yet. So… soon with round two. Enough time t’ clean up, I guess.” She didn’t want to climb on the bed covered in blood and amniotic fluid. She could use the shower head to rinse her legs, and then get comfortable if she needed to. She might need to walk more, or dance, if their little ones were going to be stubborn about being born.
Hamish shuffled her off to the bathroom and cleaned up the rest of the mess properly. They where lucky he had chosen carpet that cleaned easily, a choice he had made with their kids in mind. All he would need to do is put a bit of carpet cleaner on it later and it would look brand new. "You're really breaking the house in huh?" He joked, checking on her.
Skylar had gotten rid of her flush, but his words brought it right back. She was in the shower, trying to angle the moveable showerhead past her belly to get the upper parts of her thighs. Her face flamed a bright blue, and she gave him a sheepish look. “Oops?” She says. “Maybe next time we should just lay plastic on the floors. That way if I make a mess, it’s an easy clean up all the way. Mmmn…” Contractions weren’t pleasant, and the progress was slow, even with gravity helping. Apparently, baby number two was also going to take his sweet time. Skylar turned, and gently rested her lower back against one of the wall jets, letting it massage her while she contracted. “Ghh… He’s just… gonna take his sweet time apparently.”
"How about you just hang out in the shower for a bit. I reckon things will progress if you stay on your feet and the warm water might help. I'm going to grab the carpet… shampoo stuff. I'll be two seconds, okay?" He leant into the shower to give her a kiss, and then left the room. He was back in only a short moment, sprinkling a powder over the spot in the floor, and then leaving it to soak up the fluids she’d dropped everywhere.
Yep, Skylar’s face was still burning when he got back. “I’m so sorry about the mess. N’ having t’ clean th’ carpet… ‘F my water broke twice, it’ll probably break again, but I dunno when it’ll do that.” She had shifted while he’d gone to get the shampoo, parting her legs slightly as she stood at an awkward angle. Contractions made her pelvis hurt, and she was pretty consistently drizzling drops of blood down the drain. “Hah… Standing is makin’ him move down, but that’s about all he’s doin’. He doesn’t seem eager t’ leave. I guess m’ warm and comfortable inside.”
Hamish smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry about it." He stood outside the shower. "Have I ever told you, you're absolutely beautiful?" He said, holding onto the outside of the shower, his eyes dropping down to look over her body.
Skylar looked at herself, and then at him, before her brow climbed up her face and towards the crack in her skull. “Any other time I might have believed that I could be passably pretty- but now I’m pretty sure ya need your glasses on, Hamish.” She was exhausted, dark marks growing under her eyes, and dripping a mix of yuck from her nether bits, while trying to push out their second son. She hardly thought she was beautiful.
Hamish chuckled and shook his head. "Absolutely gorgeous." He cupped her cheek. "It’s sappy… but you're beautiful because of what you're willing to go through to make our family."
She leaned into his touch just slightly, closing her eyes as she breathed through another contraction. “Mmm, you’re real sweet, you know? Hah… Ow…” She her back slid against the wall, and she braced there for a moment with a sigh. “Mngng…”
Hamish's brows pushed together. "Hey, you okay?" He asked, placing his hand on her shoulder. He didn't care if his cloths got wet, after this was done, he planned to get into his soft pajama pants and curls up in bed with Skylar and their new babies.
“Sorry, just… painful contraction. Can feel his horns starting t’ poke at things.” She took a breath, and let the shower head retract. Her hands settled on her legs, and she braced, breathing and grunting softly. “Ugh. Horns… Horns suck. Least favorite part. Ooo boy, I was wrong.” She was indeed raw inside- she might not have felt it walking, but with the second one starting to descend… Oh boy, she was feeling every bit of that.
He watched her closely. "Babe… do you wanna go back to the bed?" He asked. He wanted her to be as comfortable as possible, and if that even meant she gave birth squatting in the shower he would be right there to help her.
Her hips started to sway gently, not unlike the motions of their dance with their first son. Skylar bit her lip, uncomfortable and in pain, and then slowly nodded. “Please. I need t’ dry off. Contractions aren’t really stopping for long, so just don’t let me fall, please.” She raised her hands to him after turning off the shower in a quiet request for him to take her hands. She would deliver where she was, but the shower wasn’t equipped for it. She didn’t have anything to brace against, and Skylar knew what she was like immediately after. Her body felt like it was made of noodles, and she didn’t want to risk slipping and falling. Hamish couldn’t support her and deliver their son.
Hamish pulled her body against him, reaching out for another towel. Bless Elaine for over stocking their bathroom with almost every towel they had. He wrapped it around her and helped her back to the bed. He got her sitting over the towel she had laid on the bed, and then knelt on the edge, drying her off.
Skylar got as comfortable as she could get, and helped him dry her as best she could. She shivered faintly, a chill crawling over her bones from having been in warm water, and then the slightly chillier air of their bedroom. Skylar shifted on the bed, and parted her thighs, rocking back onto her cheeks so her sore nether lips could be off the towel. Exhaling slowly, Skylar let her eyes close. “If not for the fact it feels like someone is running a lighter over the inside o’ my giblets, I could probably sleep like this.” She was tired, despite the energy her body had gotten from the food she had consumed.
He laughed and moved around between her legs. "Do you wanna do it like this? If you wanna roll over onto your knees I'll still be able to get him." He said, rubbing her thighs.
“Mmm, yeah, maybe. Lemme see how it feels, n’ then we’ll go from there.” Skylar shifted over, and got onto her hands and knees. She carefully arranged pillows so she could lean her arms onto them, and then stretched her back, letting her legs open wide. “Mm…” The position felt good- better than good. She relaxed, and glanced over her shoulder at him. She wiggled her rump at him faintly. “Well, ain’t this familiar.”
Hamish's cheeks turned red. "Careful." He grinned. He tipped his head to look at Skylar. He rubbed her thighs. He sat up and rubbed his hands over her back. "Come on you tease. Lets get these kids out."
"Careful, hm? Or whatcha gonna do t' me?" She winks at him over Her shoulder, and settles in to let her body work. It's a slow process, but she can feel him inching down, spreading her wide and rubbing her raw with his horns. She rocked into his hands, letting him rub her while she swayed gently as her body dictated. Her labia was starting to bulge some, as his head entered her canal. His head was a little larger than his brothers, she thought. Maybe not, and she was just sensitive. She wasn’t sure. All the same, it hurt, and she hid her face in the pillows to muffle her soft pained noises As his horns caught and dragged on her walls. Under developed horns hadn't developed the protective layer that gave them the blunted round like edges. Like Skylar's brothers, the boys’ horns would be sharper than Bella's were, though smaller.
Hamish massaged her back "You know I can't do anything." He purred. He rubbed his fingers along her spine, leaning back enough that he could keep an eye on her progress. He could see her opening up slightly, but no head was visible yet.
With him entering her canal, the desire to push hit her like a freight train. The muscles that he was rubbing along her back tensed, coiling up under his touch and hardening as she pushed. She grunted, long and hard, as their second son worked his way down inside of her. "Oh t-there's plenty ya could do." She gasped softly, once she paused to rest.
He raised a brow. "Yeah, like what?" He asked, his hands still working on her back. His mouth curled up into a curious smile.
Skylar shivered, and peered at him over her shoulder. She gave him a faint smile, and grinned slowly. “Well,” She says slowly, “I was teasin’ ya. N’ my cheeks ain’t sore.” She continues rocking slowly, and arches her back into his hands. “Hah… Could have gave my backside a little paddlin’ for sassing ya.” She winks at him, before her focus slides back to her task at hand. She pushes again, and her belly clenches along with her back. His head moved further down inside of her, her parts starting to open wider. A small bit of pearly white was starting to show, dark horns starting to show as they forced their way through. “Hhhh…”
"You sure are something, Mrs. Parker. I don't think any other woman in the world would ask her partner to spank her while going through labor.” He chuckled. Like with baby one, his pushed his fingers around her vaginal lips the help them stretch around his head.
Skylar chuckled shakily. “That wasn’t a request- but it was a t-tease.” She shudders, her mouth opening as she sucks in a gasp of air to fill her lungs. She bears down again as she feels Hamish helping to stretch her around their son, and feels his head begin to crown. Her talking fades off, and she focuses on pushing, his horns sliding out. He kept sliding back in a little bit, but it was progress all the same. Her pelvis ached, and she wanted him out of her.
Eventually his head popped out, after burning a swath of fire through her that felt like magma. His little skull was coated in blood, and the next step was easing his shoulder out. Her muscles were tiring, and she would be glad for the break she knew that would come after.
"There he is, he's a big boy." He cooed, turning his shoulders to help ease him out. He came free and slid into Hamish's arms followed by a large gush of fluid. Hamish watched with wide eyes. Was that the third baby's water? The freshly born baby didn't wait to let the world know he was here; he started screaming the second he was out.
Elaine came back into the room- she had most likely passed off the first baby to Vera because she didn't have him with her. She helped Hamish with cutting the cord and also noticed the large amount of liquid dripping from Skylar. "I don't think you're going to get a break with this one." She said, taking the slimy screaming infant from Hamish.
Skylar very nearly gave a sob into the pillows when she felt her water break for the third time, splashing on the towels and probably soaking their sheets. She had hoped to rest just a little bit- but no, they had a third one who wanted out and he wanted out now. “N-nuh-” She couldn’t even manage words as another contraction rolled over her. Unlike the second baby, the third one wasn’t waiting. His head dropped into her pelvic cradle, her back and stomach one continual cramp. She couldn’t even enjoy the sound of her second son crying. “Is… Nn… is he healthy?” She asked, hoping he was. “Mmmn… Baby… Baby isn’t waiting…” She just hoped Bella didn’t try to burst in like last time, with Elaine having her arms full of slimy baby, and Vera with her first son.
Elaine looked over the new baby. "He's all okay." She crouched down by her head so she could look at him while she pushed.
Hamish watched with wide eyes. Their son really wasn't waiting.
As luck would have it, there were small fists pounding on the door not moments later, and Bella’s voice echoed out from behind it, as Vera’s footsteps hurried up the stairs behind it. “Dada? Want in to see baba. Please?”
Skylar’s eyes slid open wide, and she made a pained and startled sound. She glanced over to Hamish, and shook her head. Not with Skylar laboring- not with their second baby still covered in blood and slime. She opened her mouth to speak, but a pained cry slid from between her sharp teeth instead as she bore down, her insides all but screaming out in agony as her muscles strained and trembled, trying to push through exhaustion to get the third child out.
Their third baby was pushing down hard and rough, his horns clawing at her insides on the way down. She hadn’t even gotten the chance to deliver the second afterbirth, so he was squeezing past the cord from the second, creating even less space for him to work. Her body didn’t care though- her body wanted him out, and he wanted out.
"No baby not yet!" Hamish called. He could hear Bella crying as well as the baby with Vera. Three kids screaming wasn't helping ease the stress in the room.
Elaine had begun cleaning and dressing the second baby while Hamish helped deliver the third.
"Come on beautiful, he's almost here, and then you're done." He said. "You're amazing Skylar, I love you."
“Dada why?” Bella sniffled.
“C’mon, baby girl. Back down stairs-” Vera collected the other crying child, and then Bella’s upset voice faded and muffled, as well as the wailing of their first child, who wanted his mother as well.
Skylar propped herself up on her arms, and her body strained, trying to get him out quick. The third began to crown swiftly as her body worked hard, his horns stabbing at her nether bits. His skull was caked in blood and grime, and she save a soft sob as his head edged at the rim of her entrance. It hurt- god, it hurt, everything hurt, and she wanted him out so bad to make it stop. “Nnnn…” Her eyes beaded with tears, her hips twitching faintly.
His skull slid out though, dropping quickly as Skylar strained. “Almost, almost, almost…” She was so close, and so raw, and everything felt like fire inside of her, and she needed to get out.
"Good job sky, here he comes." Hamish guided him out, cuddling him against his chest.
Elaine still held baby number two. She had Skylar carefully roll onto her back. She placed baby two on her chest, and then helped Hamish with the third, cutting his cord and then cleaning him up. She diapered him, and then laid him on Skylar’s chest too so she could have skin to skin with both babies.
Hamish stood at the end of the bed, his hands covered in blood and fluids. The same with his clothes, but he was smiling at Skylar. "Holy shit, you're incredible." He breathed.
Skylar was propped on her back along the pillows, and she panted tiredly, covered in sweat with her thighs caked in blood. Her sockets had beaded with tears, as she held both babies while they sobbed and cried into her chest. Her belly still cramped, working to expel both placentas that were still tucked inside of her. She was bleeding a fair amount, her body stressed and exhausted and utterly spent. She managed a smile for Hamish, but it was shaky and she quivered where she lay. “I- hah- I guess I am… Y-you’re a mess.”
Elaine put a garbage bag under her bum again so she could deliver both of the placentas, and began cleaning her with a warm damp cloth.
Hamish looked down at his hands. He wiped them off on his already dirty shirt then pulled his shirt off, throwing it into their laundry basket along with the dirtied towels. He went into the bathroom and washed his hands.
Skylar made the effort to push, and the placenta slid down from inside of her. They were easier to deliver than the boys had been, and she delivered them into the garbage bag swiftly. She panted, open mouthed, and looked at Elaine while the woman cleaned her up. She swallowed shallowly and gave a quivering inhale.
Skylar was bleeding heavily, though her contractions were continuing to make the bleeding ebb off slightly. "I am... So sore." She rocked her babies gently, and took a moment to look at them. They were beautiful- and made it all worth it, even if everything hurt like hell. She'd need to stand up and get into clothes, and give them a chance to make sure the bed was clear of blood before she got settled in. She hoped the towels caught everything, but her water breaking was messy. "They're... So cute..." She murmurs slowly. She was so tired, and slightly chilled.
The boys started snuffling at her breasts though, and she took a moment to angle them to let them nurse. Her belly was soft and deflated, looking not unlike a half popped beach ball. Her skin had stretched too far to snap back semi-tight, with her uterus as stretched as it was. It didn't take all that long before both boys stopped wailing to instead practice mouthing at her breast. She wanted her third son, but she was still a mess and Bella didn't need to see that.
"Give me a hand Hamish." Elaine asked, tying off the garbage bag. The other one was still in the corner of the room. "I'll get her all cleaned up, if you can get rid of the bags and laundry."
He nodded and picked up the garbage bags and laundry basket. He left the room, going downstairs.
Bella jumped up and ran over to him. "Dada?"
Vera was trying to console the wailing infant cuddled to her shoulder, but he didn’t want his grandmother. He wanted his mother, and he would accept no substitute woman for her. She glanced up as Hamish came down stairs, his pants bloodied and grimy, and felt concern slide across her face. She padded closer and slid a hand down to grab Bella’s, gently guiding the toddler away from him so he could take the trash bags and laundry to where they needed to go. “Hamish- your pants are…” She nodded at him. He’d apparently only changed his shirt- as he’d come down shirtless. “I heard two cries. So quick with the third? Is Sky okay?” Her motherly concerns showed through as she shadowed him through the house, keeping Bella from getting under his feet as he went on his warpath to get things where they needed to be.
“Mama and Babas?” Bella asked, rubbing the side of her skull with the other. “Baba loud.”
Hamish looked down at his pants, he shuffled quickly to the laundry he dumped the Landry in the washing machine, he pulled his pants off too, not caring if Vera saw him in his underwear. He'd rather that than Bella seeing the blood. He started the washing machine, and then took the bags outside to the bins. He came back inside and held his arms out to take the baby from Vera.
He cuddled him against his chest then made his way back upstairs. "She's sore, but she's okay. We just need to clean things up and get her comfortable."
Vera nodded at him as he headed up, keeping her eyes averted from his pants-less state. “I’ll keep Bella down here until you’re ready for her then. Give Sky a chance t’ rest and bond with the babies first.”
“Nooooo,” Bella whined, and butted her horns irritably against her grandmother’s leg to try and make her let go of her hand.
“Bella,” Vera warned lightly, “I’ll sit you in a timeout if you’re going t’ be mean. You need t’ wait, as hard as it is. When it’s time for you t’ go up, then ya can go up.”
Bella huffed, her lip pouting out.
Vera guided her off, and went to make sure that Hamish hadn’t trekked anything down the stairs on his pants.
When Hamish got upstairs, Elaine had proven to be most efficient. She’d gotten Skylar not only cleaned up, but gotten the soiled top blanket off the bed, and off to the side. It had to be washed on it’s own anyways- it was too big to run with anything else and get properly clean. Skylar had gotten into a pair of soft panties, and a maternity pad, and now lay propped against the headboard with a heating pad settled under her backside to try and soothe some of the pain, though it wasn’t doing much for her insides.
Skylar was pale, her ecto flesh a dimmer blue than it normally was. She’d lost a lot of blood having the triplets, and it showed in how exhausted her body was, and in how pale she looked. It both was and wasn’t an easy birth, in the sense that it could have gone bad, but the only thing she had to deal with was blood loss and three healthy fussy babies. She had her eyes closed, the two boys nursing at her bare breasts once more.
As Hamish returned, her eyes slid open slowly, dim and exhausted. She could use some fluids and food- but she mostly needed rest. “Hi,” she croaks softly.
"Hi." Hamish greeted. he sat himself on the edge of the bed and laid the first baby between the other two. His crying stopped the second he was with his mom. Hamish got his pajama pants on and flopped down next to Skylar.
The bouncing of the bed when he flopped down made her flinch, giving a soft grunt as it jostled her backside. “Easy, please.” She begged gently to her husband, and cuddled their three boys close to her chest. She dropped a hand, and brought the blanket up to cover the bottoms of their little feet, and also to keep her from getting even more chilled. “Hah… We did it,” she murmurs tiredly, fingers stroking over tiny backs as two feed, and the other cuddles up and snuffles her scent, reaffirming that his mother was close at hand. “We’ve got three lil’ boys.”
He smiled. "Two little and one big boy." Hamish corrected, sitting up to look at them all. "Bella is worried about you."
“Big boy didn’t want t’ come out,” She murmurs, rubbing their second son’s back. He gurgled into her breast, and she smiled tiredly. “He makes me think of a Samuel… Can he be our lil’ Sam…?” She inquires gently. Her gaze slides to Hamish, and she shifts to gently bump her horn against his skull. Her head almost lolls against him with how tired she is. “I know Bella’s worried…” She says softly. “I’m not in the best condition t’ reassure her, but she can come up once we choose names. Can’t promise m’ not gonna pass out n’ fall asleep while she’s up here though.”
He chuckled and rolled over to kiss her. "He can be our Sam." He agreed. He looked down at them all "I think the first one seems like a Peter… which leaves baby there as Charles." He said, looking up at Skylar to make sure she agrees.
“Baby one is Peter, baby two is Samuel, and baby three, our lil’ speed demon, is Charles.” She smiles softly. “I like it. My lil’ Peter, Sammy, n’ Charlie.” Skylar painstakingly shifts and cuddles just slightly into his shoulder, giving a soft sigh as she does so. “Elaine…?” She glances over to the woman who was finishing tidying up everything while Skylar and Hamish cuddled. “When ya go down, d’ya mind sending Bella up? I’ll see Ma later, but I know Bella wants t’ see me and the babies before I sleep.”
Elaine smiled and nodded, taking the next load of laundry downstairs to put on after the current load was finished.
Bella scrambled up the stairs the moment Elaine said she was allowed to go upstairs. She burst into the room, her eyes looking slightly puffy from crying. "Mama!" She sniffled and ran over to the bed, stepping up onto her toes so she could see.
Hamish shifted and lifted Bella up onto the bed.
She looked down at the three babies, her mouth turning up into a wide smile. "All the baba's." She said.
“All the babies.” Skylar smiled tiredly to Bella. Both of her arms were busy holding babies, so she couldn’t reach out to comfort her daughter, but she gave her a warm look. “This is Peter, Samuel, and Charles, baby girl. These are your baby brothers. They’re really small, aren’t they?” And now that they weren’t loud, Bella probably enjoyed them more. Skylar adjusted the boys as they finished nursing, and they fell asleep draped on her breasts. This left three sleeping infants practically interlinked on her chest as she cradled them to her, her arms supported by pillows on either side so they didn’t get tired.
Bella watched them, and then laid down and patted her hands on her chest. "They can lay on me, Mama?" She asked.
Hamish smiled. "I think they want to sleep on Mama, you can hold them later, okay?" He said, rubbing Bella's little belly.
Skylar smiled tiredly, her eyes feeling heavy. “Ya can hold them tomorrow, okay?” She murmurs softly to her daughter. She blinks, and finds it’s getting harder and harder to open her sockets again.
“Okay.” Bella nods, and giggles softly as her daddy rubs her belly. “Dada no. Rub Mama’s tummy. It’s not big anymore?”
“Mhm.” Skylar agreed, her eyes drifting closed slowly. Her head lolled onto the pillows as she tried to keep watching Bella. She couldn’t though, and eventually she succumbed, and remained half propped up on her mount of pillows, tired, pale, and covered in sleeping babies as she joined them, her breaths slow and deep.
“Mama?” Bella’s eyes flicked over to Skylar, and she frowned. She reached over to poke her. “Mama? Dada, Mama sleepin’.” Bella was tired too, but this was no time for sleeping! There were babies! This was exciting! Why was her Mama still tired if the babies were out of her now? They shouldn’t be making her tired now, she was sure of it.
Hamish smiled and lifted Bella onto his lap. "Mama had to work hard to get the babies out. Let her sleep baby, and then she will be awake soon.” He said.
Bella cuddled against her daddy, watching the babies and her Mama sleeping.
"Do you love them?" He asked her.
Bella was quiet for a moment, and then she snuggled closer. "I love them, Dada." She said quietly.
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How To Remove Scratches From Plastic Motorcycle Windshield
Scratching your motorcycle windshield can be really easy to do. Some bikers would change the windshield but I found a simple way to remove the scratches, and you know what? It’s really simple to do.
How To Remove Scratches From Plastic Motorcycle Windshield? There are no special tools needed to remove scratches from a plastic motorcycle windscreen. All you need is a clean towel, some water, sandpaper and a plastic rubbing compound.
Hey, guys today I’m going to show you how you can easily and rather inexpensively remove scratches from your motorcycle windscreens. I live in a state where we get tons of bugs, especially at night. Frankly, some of them have freaking armor on them and my motorcycle screen gets beat up.
Every few years I put a new screen on it because I don’t like having to look through scratches, the same thing goes with home visors. If I get a big scratch and I can’t polish it out, or if it’s just old I’m going to replace it.
However, if it’s in relatively good shape it’s kind of like putting a brand new tire on and getting a nail, you can fix it.
Stupid me, I was walking past my motorcycle the other day with a screwdriver in my hand and I just glazed it, unfortunately, it put a nice little scratch right up in my line of vision.
The rest of the windscreen is not ready to be replaced yet so I decided to go ahead and fix it, but you could do the entire screen if you really wanted to. This method is going to work for anything from mild to moderate scratches, it’s not going to work for any kind of crack or really a heavy gouge.
What we’re going to do is simply mess up the rest of the shield around the scratch to bring it down to its level, and then fix what we’ve messed up. We’re going to do that using sandpaper and some metal polish.
Motorcycle Windshield Repair Kit
As I said there are many ways to do this, there are specialty products and kits that you can buy specifically to do this, some are all compounds so you don’t have to use sandpaper, but you know what? this is really easy and cheap to do.
This is something you can pick up starting from scratch and I’m going to show you how to do it assuming you have nothing with a trip to Walmart for about thirty-five bucks, it beats a hundred and fifty dollars for a new windscreen.
The first thing we’re going to start with is relatively aggressive sandpaper, start with 800 wet dry paper. We are only going to be using it wet, it’s going to be wet at all times and we do need to pre-soak them. You’re going to put them in a pan of water and let them soak for at least ten minutes, and then You’re going to keep it wet while You’re doing the sanding.
If the scratches are fairly mild and it will be fairly obvious if they are, and it’s not what you would call a gouge or a deep scratch you can start off on the higher side with 800 sandpaper. If yours is more aggressive, if it’s a pretty deep scratch start with 600 sandpaper.
The easiest way to tell is to drag your fingernail across the scratch if you barely feel it start with the 800 sandpaper, if you can definitely feel it drag on your nail then the scratch is deeper so start with the 600 paper.
It’s going to save you some time because it’s going to be more aggressive and help take down that surrounding area a little faster. The whole procedure is probably going to take you half an hour, which might take you 15 or 20 minutes, not including the soaking time.
After you get done with the sanding, which is basically going to mess everything up evenly the scratch is going to be removed because it’s going to be so scratched around it, it all looks the same. Once you have sanded with the 800 paper you can move onto the 2,000.
The 2,000 paper is going to make it look still bad, but it’s going to go from looking very scratched to just cloudy. It’s going to make it a lot smoother.
You are not going to feel like it’s gritty but it’s still not going to be clear. This is only going to take us a few minutes of hand sanding. The 2,000 sandpaper is about the limit that you can get on a physical paper product, beyond that you have to go to compounds.
The next thing up would be what’s called rubbing compound, that’s typically used in the automotive field for polishing paint and removing deep scratches. You could think about it as a kind of twenty-five hundred grit. We’re going beyond that and we’re going to what’s called metal polish.
It comes in many different brands, you can think of this as more of a 3000 or even 3500 grit, it’s superfine. It feels smooth in your hand but believe me, there are fine abrasive particles in it. To get the best from rubbing compound you will need something electrically powered, you do not want to be trying to do this by hand as it will take you forever.
You can get one of those little buffing units that attach to your power drill, just be aware you must regulate the speed because you cannot go fast from polishing any kind of Lexan or poly glass, it will melt.
Heat is your enemy so if you choose to do that put it on its lowest speed. If you have a drill that has two different settings, one for drill and one for the driver, put it on drive and that will keep it nice and slow.
I use an orbital polisher, you can get one for around 20 bucks at Walmart, it works really well and is super easy. You don’t need anything fancy, you don’t need a porter cable polishing machine.
You’re just going to be using a little bit of the edge of the orbital polisher and applying gentle pressure using the metal polish, it will be completely clear in just a few minutes.
Let’s Get Started
Now you have all the tools to remove the scratch follow these simple instructions.
Step 1. Let’s get started by taking out a sheet of sandpaper and soak them in a pan of water until they are nice and soaked.
Step 2. If you have a spray bottle fill it with water, this will save you continually wetting your sandpaper. If not you’re just going to have to keep soaking your papers.
Step 3. Start by using small circles, your just going to sand in the area around the scratch until it disappears and until the entire area looks uniformly scratched. This should only take you a few minutes.
Step 4. What you should have now is a nice even area of really crappy looking windscreen. What you want to make sure is you don’t have any remnant of the original scratch left, if you can still see the original scratch continue until it has all gone. Use your fingernail again and if you don’t feel any drag you are good to continue to the next stage.
Step 5. Use a clean towel and just wipe it off, make sure there’s no debris. Now you’re going to move on to the 2,000 grit do the exact same thing and hit all of the areas that you just did, it’s going to get a little bit larger of an area but it’s not going to look as bad, it should just look more cloudy and less scratchy.
Again you should keep it wet, don’t apply too much pressure but just enough to keep the paper from skipping around. You should be able to feel it getting a lot smoother, it should feel just like a clay bar pulling out that first round of gunk.
You can even hear it as it hits the areas that are smoother so you just want to go until it’s an even surface and until you’re not feeling any differences in the areas around the original scratch.
It should only take you a few minutes to finish and again it should look evenly cloudy. At this point, you shouldn’t be able to see any of the original scratch, only a cloud around the original scratched area. Again use your fingernail to see if you can feel the ridge but at this point, it should be all gone.
Step 6. It’s now time for the super fine stuff. When I purchased my polishing attachment it came in a six inches and a ten, in the interest of not making a huge mess I’m stepping down and using my six-inch polisher instead of the ten, either one will get the exact same results.
You should use the outer edge of the disk with only slight pressure, just let it do its thing. This should not be a high-speed unit by any stretch of the imagination, just make sure your pad is on evenly.
Apply a little compound to the outer edge of the disk and just work it in. (I use NOVUS 2 Fine Scratch Remover available from Amazon.com). Continue with the compound and polishing disk until it’s perfectly clear, you want to make sure it doesn’t go dry so stop and reapply compound as needed.
Every now and again wipe off the compound from your motorcycle screen to check your work. If you can see an are of fine scratches or the area is still coudy continue gently with the compound until finally the scratch is gone and the screen is clear.
Will this method work 100% of the time every time? No, but it’s worth a try when you consider a new screen can cost up to $150 or more and for the sake of some sandpaper and some compound I think it’s worth giving it a try.
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Oh my god, what happened?? Are you okay?
...I guess? Apparently I had really low potassium so they couldn’t just blame it on “oh ur a girl haha it’s just stress chill out” as a result of low magnesium, which...on one level is absurd considering how many magnesium-rich foods I regularly eat, but then again, with a little interwebs digging I did discover that modern foods and produce - even the healthiest varieties - can have 20-80% less magnesium than they did half a century ago due to poor soil maintenance. Even super-healthy folks may need to supplement. (And, um...I’m actually already taking a 300mg magnesium capsule with breakfast every morning, so. Like. What even.)
So they gave me a mag sulfate drip and a bunch of oral potassium and a little Ativan because I was still feeling shaky and awful several hours later, but they were like, “Welp, we tested everything and it looks fine, so just go see a doc and kthxbye!”
The last time I was hospitalized was when I had epic stomach flu in the third grade. I do not have health insurance or Scrooge McDuck’s gold pile, so I did NOT want to resort to this. But I’d been feeling great in the morning - I even had breakfast, and some Saturdays mornings I’ve skipped breakfast to get a head start on grocery shopping with no consequences!! - and of course I was doing my errands in the cool of the day, so no major exertion or sweating, and I always take water with me everywhere I go. (Take a kriffin’ sip, babes.) Didn’t have more coffee than I ever usually do (a small latte early in the morning, a small cold brew a few hours later). By midday I was starting to feel a little tired but I was like, I always get tired pretty easily, especially right after my work week, nbd. Then I was a little lightheaded and weird, but I still thought, eh, I’m almost done, I’ll go home and eat lunch and veg on the couch for a while and recover. While Mom was cooking lunch, #well that escalated quickly. I was feeling very lightheaded, weak, shaky with major chills, and my heart was going like 200mph. The overstimulation even gave me a couple of stomachaches in a row and I had to almost crawl to the bathroom to go deal with that (but no diarrhea, thankfully). I really couldn’t stand up without wanting to feel on the verge of passing out. I was pretty sure if I went to an urgent care clinic they wouldn’t be able to do much for me on the spot. So I finally made the decision to have Mom call 911 - and believe me, I felt reeeeeeally stupid doing so even considering how horrible I felt - and my heart rate was between 130-150 when the paramedics/firefighters were checking me. (Not the most extreme, but that’s totally abnormal when I’m horizontal on the couch and then just barely standing up.)
So yeah. Not the most terrible thing ever, but it was scary as hell and it turned out I did have a legitimate medical need (and yeah, electrolyte imbalances like this are definitely things you don’t wanna screw around with, they can be lethal).
They said I wasn’t anemic or diabetic, no infections, weak positive on clotting factors but a chest CT scan for pulmonary embolism came up normal, and thankfully my blood pressure was fine too. (TBH, though, I’d want a second opinion on the diabetes, since Mom has it full-blown and I cannot handle carbs well at all - I can’t believe I’m not insulin resistant/prediabetic to some degree. But that’s a whole other pickle.) All they found was the low mag/K.
They acted like I should feel better right away once they finished treatment, but I still feel crappy and not myself. : / I’ve been exhausted all day today and I’ve had headaches on and off, and my pulse has consistently stayed in the 90+ range instead of chillaxing (my normal rate is mid-upper 70s). I didn’t want to, but I did ask to have the day off from work tomorrow.
Like...this just pisses me off. I see so many other people around me who can freely trash their health, eating whatever they damn well please and they’re fine. They’re great. (For now, anyway.) I can’t even enjoy the simple pleasure of a small piece of cake or even a delicious sandwich with hearty crusty bread, or a little ice cream cone. On top of that, I already regulate my diet a lot and am very careful and eat plenty of vegetables, dark leafy greens, legumes, local farm eggs, whole fruits in modest portions (because even though they have fiber and nutrients it’s still sugar), antibiotic-free chicken, grass-fed beef, tuna and salmon, minimal dairy, organic coffee in moderation, yada yada yada. And it’s still not enough.
Just...fuck. Fucking fuck me. And now I have to deal with the financial fallout from this one little incident. I’m supposed to go get established with a doctor, but I honestly don’t want to do that before I know how much I owe and what kind of payment plan I can work out with the hospital (and I’m really just expecting a doctor to say, “oh ur a girl haha it’s just stress chill out” and I’d rather not fork over $100+ for that).
In the meantime, I’m self-medicating with a supposedly more bio-available magnesium supplement that I picked up today along with my prescription potassium. If that’s all it really is, $12 is a hell of a lot more affordable than a doctor visit. I’ll see how it goes.
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Welcome to day 26!
Today is weigh in day:
And 273.4 is not ideal.
It is also the first of the month, which means time for measurements!
These are a little inconsistent, which I think is down to our measuring technique, but I think the neck and waist are most accurate, and they are both coming down, so I’m happy!
Now, on to the workout!
Today is a bit different, as you might notice, because we are outside! And that is because we’re talking about trampoline exercises today, and that’s where mine lives!
Now, there are two parts to this: big trampolines like this, and little ones, also called rebounders, like this!
So, Time published an article, talking about a study performed by the American Exercise Council. And this is what they found. “Trampolining was found to be moderate-to-vigorous intensity exercise: with about the same physical effects as running six miles per hour, biking, or playing football, basketball or ultimate Frisbee. Yet when people were asked to rate how exerted they felt, they gave scores more consistent with light-to-moderate intensity—suggesting that the workout felt easier than it should have.”
So it feels easier to do, compared to how much of a workout you get, which is great!
So I’ll start with the little rebounder.
Now, to note, a rebounder is actually low impact!
Livestrong explains this, though it seems kind of counter-intuitive. “Jumping on a mini-trampoline may appear to be high-impact, but is considered to be low-impact plyometrics. As long as your knee problems are not debilitating, jumping on a mini trampoline is a suitable exercise for someone with bad knees.”
If you want to get technical, they elaborate a bit, “Compared to a regulation-size trampoline, a mini trampoline reduces the amount of gravitational pull exerted on your body as you rebound, which effectively cuts down on the strain that is placed on your knees. The size of a mini trampoline's rebounding surface -- generally 3 feet in diameter -- is much smaller than traditional trampolines and, thereby, limits how high you can jump. The mini trampoline's ability to limit rebounding height, combined with the elasticity of the rebounding surface, makes jumping on a mini trampoline a relatively safe type of exercise if you have knee problems.”
Phew! They also suggest wearing shoes: “wear appropriate athletic shoes when rebounding on a trampoline. Athletic shoes provide stability and extra cushioning that absorb impact. Exercise at a low to moderate intensity on a trampoline to regulate the amount of strain that is placed on your knee.”
So, that said, this is mine.
I got it on Amazon, for just $30, which I think is an amazing deal! And it is very easy to assemble yourself. And, this one in particular, it folds in half. So if you don’t have the full 3 feet all the way around to store it in, but you can go deeper, and don’t mind popping it in and out, it does fold.
Now, you need to be careful when you are buying these, because they have different weight limits. Some are for kids and only tolerate, like, 100 pounds on them. Make sure you’re getting the exercise one that can handle your actual weight.
Now, you can also get a bar with this, which kind of locks on to the side and gives you a whole other range of exercises.
You can also incorporate exercise bands and such, and get even more. But we’re just going to stick with only the trampoline.
WebMD has a great article with rebounder exercises. The first one is just basically bouncing. This works your quads, glutes, and calves. You want your feet about 6” apart, and you want to go about 6” off the ground when you bounce.
You can also do a “prance”, which is basically running in place with those high knees. You want to have your hands on your hips, strait back, high knees.
Finally, they recommend a kind of jumping squat, which I can’t explain better than they do. So you start with your feet together and arms down, then “Jump up, spread your feet just wider than shoulder width, and land in a squat position with your knees bent and thighs parallel to the ground -- as if you were going to sit down in a chair. Your arms should be straight out in front of you.”
So we’ll try that…
So, obviously, you would do so many reps and sets of these, just like you would with weight training. They recommend 30 reps, but as always, do what feels right for you.
Now, VeryWellFit has an article with a 40 minute rebounder routine! You probably shouldn’t jump right into that long of a workout. Start small at 10 or 20 minutes, until you know your knees and such can take it. But the good thing is that they have a lot of exercises we can look at.
In their warm up, they recommend walking or jogging in place, and a light bounce, which is like the bounce we did earlier, but your feet don’t actually leave the surface.
Then, they have a Sumo squat. You stand with your feet right at the edges here, and squat down, straight back, and touch the back. In theory here your knees will be at a 90 degree angle. Then you stand up, raising your arms over your head.
Their last warm up idea is a Lunge and Twist. So you step off the back into a lunge, then, “Keeping your torso upright and evenly centered between your feet, bend both knees and lower your left knee toward the floor. As you do, twist your torso to the right, engaging your obliques. When your right knee forms a 90-degree angle, reverse the movement, press back to standing, and twist your torso back to center.”
Then you swap legs.
Once you get into the actual warm up, they start with a kind of jumping jack. You start in the center, jump to the outside, and then back in. You want to do this a little slower than you might to a jumping jack on the floor, because you want to make sure you’re staying in the right place, not getting too close to the edge, etc.
They also suggest scissor jumps, which is the same thing but going front and back instead of side to side.
Then there’s the 180 degree turn, where you get a little momentum and then turn a full 180 in the air. And you go back the other way. If that’s a little tricky for you, you can start with 90 degrees.
Mogul jumps are similar, and if you ever seen anyone skiing moguls this will look familiar. When you jump, you stay facing forward, but your hips and knees are twisted 45 degrees to the side. Be really careful with this one. You don’t want to twist too far, or come down wrong…
You can also do side jumps, where you go from the center, to the right, then the left, right, left. Again, you want to use your momentum, but don’t risk hitting the side.
And also, pretty much every floor exercise we learned before can be done on a rebounder. You can use it for pushups. You can use it for a slightly more flexible “floor” for your crunches or bird dogs or whatever.
Now, on to the big one!
I got mine on Amazon’s prime day sale for a huge discount. It is normally $300 but I got it for just over $200. So check out prime day for super deals on these kinds of things. I got my little one on prime day too, for a discount. I love Prime Day.
So, anyway, if you have access to a big trampoline, there are some great exercises you can do. Now, this one, clearly, has more impact, so you want to be careful. I also get winded easily, as you might guess, so I have to sit down between.
So first, basically everything from the little one translates up, you can bounce, walk, jog, high knees, all of this.
You can also do stars and scissors and turns and those side jumps.
But, as Livestrong notes in their article on big trampolines, there are some unique tricks you can do to.
You can do high knees, and butt kicks.
There’s also a max jump, where you get a bit of momentum going and try to get as high as you can. I like combining this one with something that is just fun, sitting and trying to bounce back up.
You have to be careful, as you can misfire with this and hurt yourself, and you really want to get some good height before you try it, but it can be so awesome to get it!
And, of course, this is super tiring, but super fun. I talked before about picking something that you enjoy so it won’t feel like exercise, and bouncing on a trampoline certainly fits that bill for me!
So that’s it for today!
This has been Roly Poly Weight loss. As always, I am your host, Roly Poly. Share your trampoline routines, with the hashtag #Trampoline. Or just awesome trampoline pictures of you or your hair defying gravity!
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