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yanderemommabean · 1 year

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Yandere Job Letter

To whom it may concern,

On behalf of our wonderful CEO, founder, and employer, we are pleased to announce that you have been chosen! For what, you may be asking? Our benevolent, hard working, completely loving boss has asked us to reach out to you in hopes of making you their newest spouse!

You may have concerns about early relationship statuses and learning who our wonderful boss even is, but we assure you, this choice is fast, easy, simple, and will please him greatly! You will be granted an option to either dress formally or casually for your initial meeting, where we will discuss exactly what it is our boss has decided to do with you.

He wants some of the details to be saved for the meeting, which the time and date will be stated by the end of this letter. However, he has graced us with the privilege to tell you a few points of interest, to excite you even more for this lovely “agreement”

-While you will be terminated from your previous profession and status, he will provide all financial needs for you into the foreseeable future

-No other employees will be able to bother you or harass you anymore, and given permission, we happy workers will be thrilled to take care of unfavorable employees

-Romantic gestures full of what (from what our employer believes) you find desirable (whether or not you accept is optional) including meals, kissing, pet names, gift giving, and marking of your skin (be that with teeth, kisses, or etc.)

While we’d love to state you are joining this relationship “at will” let it be known, if you try to leave this partnership at any time, you will be subjected to any, and all precautions necessary to keep you and our boss happy. That may include, but is not limited to-

-Taking away electronic privileges

-Lying to your loved ones about your location and condition

-Binding and restraining you by the hands, neck, feet, or more

-Using pharmaceuticals to subdue you

-Taking away your right to speak with a gag, or even shutting out all methods of communication (aside from with our wonderful employer!) off

NOTE: These methods vary, some are more intense while others are just a simple reprimand! There is no limit to what we will do for him and this wonderful company.

We encourage you to think over this opportunity and prepare for a wonderful new life! We expect you to show up on Wednesday, 11:15 AM in whichever attire you decided to choose listed above.

This offer will never expire, however, we do expect a positive response, otherwise we might try more invasive and dare we say, troubling methods. All questions will be answered at the given meeting above, and any ones not addressed we can happily reply to once our boss gives us permission to.

We look forward to having you as a part of our team, and keeping our boss in love and beyond happy.

See you soon,

Lovely Smiles Corp.

( I hope tumblr doesn't mess up the formatting lol. I didn't have a specific character in mind, and more or less went with a brainwashed or cult like job facility, and I've never written a job letter before so I hope it isn't too bad! If you enjoyed, let me know! I could make more in the future!

-Mommabean)

#yandere job letter #yandere ceo #yandere scenarios #yandere letter #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere x reader #mommabean

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rebeccathenaturalist · 1 year

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How to Handle Poisonous Mushrooms

(Originally posted at my blog at https://rebeccalexa.com/how-to-handle-poisonous-mushrooms/)

While edible mushrooms can be found just about year-round in much of temperate North America, fall is by far the most popular time. There’s a greater variety of species available, and fall rains encourage fungi to produce fruiting bodies to spread spores. The cooler weather also entices out those who may have been hiding from summer’s heat. As a result, I see an increase in questions about mushroom hunting from beginners who want to make sure they have a good first foraging experience. One of the most common queries is: how are we supposed to handle poisonous mushrooms?

It’s no surprise that so many people wonder about this. After all, the risk of picking and eating the wrong mushroom is a legitimate concern! While most poisonous mushrooms will give you some nasty gastrointestinal upset, a few can cause more serious symptoms, up to and including kidney and liver failure. Thankfully, with care it’s quite possible to avoid this fate.

The first thing I need to establish is that fungi are not plants. In fact, they’re more closely related to us animals! The plant kingdom (well, the algae that would eventually lead to plants) diverged from our collective last common ancestor first, about 1.5 billion years ago. Meanwhile the last common ancestor of animals and fungi lived about 1 billion years ago. This means that the kingdom Fungi is the closest to the kingdom Animalia. In fact, we are so similar that it is incredibly challenging for pharmaceutical companies to develop new antifungal medications that are safe for us to use. Animal cells and fungal cells frequently metabolize molecules in the same way, meaning that many antifungal substances are just as dangerous for us as they are for the target fungus.

Yet many people still confuse plants and fungi. Both of them seem to grow out of the ground and don’t appear to move from one spot (at least not to the casual observer) and are often seen in the same places together. Sometimes the roots of plants are wrongly seen as analogous to the fungal mycelium. But while they may share some common roles with regards to extracting water and nutrients from soil, and may intertwine with each other in mycorrhizal relationships, their fundamental structure, to include on a cellular level, is quite different. It also doesn’t help that “mushrooms” are often lumped with vegetables in casual culinary discussions, and even on the food pyramid, too.

So why did I bring up this bit of basic biology? Because it’s at the core of the issue of how to handle poisonous mushrooms.

Think about some poisonous or irritating plants. Poison ivy, poison oak, and poison sumac (all Toxicodendron species) all exude uroshiol on their leaves; touch them, and you’re likely to get a nasty rash. Stinging nettle (Urtica dioica) has incredibly sharp little hairs that inject the skin of those who touch it with histamines, acetylcholine, and other irritating chemicals. The capsaicin in some peppers (Capsicum spp.) doesn’t even necessarily have to make it into your eyes to cause a nasty burning sensation. Giant hogweed (Heracleum mantegazzianum) is the most infamous of several plants that can cause severe chemical burns, though some require the sap or other toxic substance to be exposed to sunlight before the chemical reaction occurs. And ostensibly if you went picking berries, got some deadly nightshade (Belladonna atropa) berries mixed in with the edible ones, and the nightshade berries were accidentally crushed in sufficient numbers, there could be enough of their juice on the edible berries to make you sick.

So there are ample examples of plants where, if you just touch them, you could be in trouble. But what about mushrooms? Well, most of us learn about dangerous plants and mushrooms when we’re children. Young kids have a tendency to try to eat things or otherwise put them in their mouth as part of exploring their world. Unfortunately, some of those things can be pretty dangerous! But your average toddler isn’t going to be able to tell the difference between the small red round berries of red huckleberry (Vaccinium parvifolium) and the small red round berries of English holly (Ilex aquifolium). Nor will they know the nuances between edible matsutake mushrooms (Tricholoma spp.), and deadly death caps (Amanita phalloides.) So adults just tell children to not put any plants or mushrooms that they find outside in their mouths–and in fact, just don’t touch them at all. The result is that plenty of people had it imprinted early on that touching any mushroom is dangerous.

To be fair, most adults in mycophobic cultures couldn’t tell you the differences between those mushrooms, either. The mainstream, non-indigenous culture in the United States definitely counts as mycophobic; the majority of Americans are exceptionally wary of any mushroom that didn’t come from a grocery store or on a pizza. This stems from that early message that all outdoor mushrooms are potentially bad and dangerous, and a general dearth of education about edible wild mushrooms. Given that foraging and nature identification in general is a relatively rare set of skills here as well, most people don’t get early opportunities to learn which mushrooms are safe to eat and which aren’t.

All of this adds up to a lot of misinformation about mushrooms in general, and mushroom foraging in particular. Which leads me to the main topic of this article: whether or not you should handle poisonous mushrooms in the first place.

So here’s the $64,000 question: is it even possible to safely handle poisonous mushrooms? The short answer: yes! Here’s the thing. As I tell my students in my foraging classes, I could pick a big death cap mushroom with my bare hands, walk around carrying it all day, toss it up in the air and catch it, and it wouldn’t hurt me. I could stick it into a bag of edible mushrooms, and it won’t “rub off on them.” The spores would be more of a threat if I inhaled them than if some of them dusted the edible fungi in that bag; there’s not enough toxin in the spores to make an impact.

Technically I could even bite a piece off of the death cap, chew it, and spit it out, and as long as I didn’t swallow any of it I’d be fine. (This is actually a fairly common practice among foragers as flavor can be an important factor in identifying some mushrooms.) The only way that that death cap is going to hurt me is if I eat it. I have to ingest it, and leave it in my digestive system long enough for the amatoxins and phallotoxins within it to be absorbed by my body. (And it wouldn’t take much–just a half a cap is supposedly enough to take out an adult human being.)

Now, you don’t have to give up all of your caution if you aren’t comfortable. If it makes you feel better to wear gloves when picking mushrooms, put each unidentified species in its own container, and wash your hands after handling them, that’s totally fine. But understand that these steps really aren’t necessary, other than perhaps keeping the unidentified mushrooms separated from the known edibles to keep them from being accidentally prepared together.

None of this means that you shouldn’t take the absolute greatest amount of caution in properly identifying any mushroom and then researching if it is safe to eat. The risk of eating something that could make you sick (or worse) is still quite real. Just know that the risk only comes into play once you start eating them; you can pretty much handle the mushrooms with impunity (rare general mushroom allergies notwithstanding.)

Did you enjoy this post? Consider taking one of my online foraging and natural history classes, checking out my other articles, or picking up a paperback or ebook I’ve written! You can even buy me a coffee here!

#mushrooms #fungus #fungi #mushroom hunting #mushroom foraging #poisonous mushrooms #foraging #wild foods #outdoors #nature #plants #mycology #botany #biology #long post #science #scicomm #science communication #natural history

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hermizery · 11 months

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salvation,baby.

n/a : so we all know how leon drinking until he passes out and getting late to his first day of work because he broke up with his gf the day before the raccoon city incident is canon. here’s my spin off. (feedbacks are appreciated :))

words count : 3k

contains : leon x f!reader, umbrella got the best of his girl, angst,babyre2!leon

warnings : none

- He felt it, silently frightened by the reality that was about to crush upon him. The dip in the bed wasn’t as prominent and no warmth emanated from his right side just like it did the whole night. Eyelid still heavy, he didn’t want to open them. she told him plenty of time already about this opportunity this one pharmaceutical company offered her after graduation. At that time, it only held this neat title in the world’s eyes and minds. but still, the thought of his first love leaving him behind after seeing each other for now years wasn’t sitting right in the pit of his guts, hell she has been the first friend he has made after the dramatic turn his life took. he remembered bloody well, sixteen and behaving like a grown woman, he wondered, for so long what was that about her that was so alluring and attaching beside only being a teen. He followed her, Leon always has been the puppy like type of person. Misery traumatized him, made him reach low points of his life and discover miserable reflections of himself he never thought he could lay eyes on, but never lost faith in the human race, not after meeting with his savior for days, the man that forged his future peacekeeper path. The life at the police academy was dull, filled with shouting and orders he had to follow, as much as he could. Leon wasn’t much of a terror, he was quiet and caring, not fully made for this skin scratching life. but he knew better, he wanted to help just like he got helped, especially when he got called in to get scold about his early fragile score at the firearm test to find the pretty general and headmaster’s niece sitting so gracefully in his office putting in the picture the improvement she made in her biology class, oh how much she enjoyed talking about them classes and at that time,it was more than his little boyish head could manage to understand, but one thing he knew, he loved listening to her tired and sultry voice, no matter for how long. after months of trying to get her attention during her weekly visits after classes, sometimes offering her to walk her home during winter or simply clumsily asking her to tell him more about the book she held so close to herself during each visit, it turns out it was a different one each time. Getting to know her better was his favorite part, never ever in his short lifespan he got so intimately close to a girl, Leon wasn’t exactly the girls typa guy, and the universe would scream to blasphemy while taking a look at his divinely conceived traits.

It was nice, he enjoyed the warmth of heartful conversations. he got to know what made her act so motherly and warm-hearted towards him everything while keeping on her natural flaws and unspoken esoteric thoughts. It broke his heart, but he couldn’t get enough of her, and that is all he did for the six following months, drowning more and more in the embrace of her own world, one he never heard about but who was he to decline any sorts of travel, a traumatized yankee?truthfully. He came to an end, no matter for how long their conversations would last, he would just stop wishing to fix whatever was broken onto the two, that’s when he realized that the both have been in symbiosis for even before he came to notice it. What she called salvation, he called it love. They have been each others first without the unneeded approval of the world, it felt like heaven being the only light of her morbid and isolated flesh prison just like it felt to her to take care of her little boy. It’s not like the world ever asked them to put them in such situations, but them, they loved it, they established a loving relationship with the world, their world, from the moment they crossed path, at least for him it was clear like crystal. they both have been different stories, but he saw his reflection in her eyes, not that she inspired him to be like him, more like he could only see himself live in her. Leon knew, to love someone is firstly to confess, only, he wasn’t prepared to be devastated so abruptly.

now against the unnatural turn God’s land got hold of, knowing she took part of it and he never wished more for salvation.

#pookie got more reasons to hate on that corp #leon kennedy #i had to do something with that information #leon kennedy angst #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #fanfiction

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alkali1 · 1 year

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Testimony Part 1

They thought she wouldn't come. The pharmaceutical company's lawyers had pushed to make her testify in person, figuring she wouldn't physically be able to show up, and they'd win the lawsuit by default. Five years ago she'd taken an experimental, unregulated fertility treatment, and now she was suing when it worked all too well. 260 weeks pregnant with sextuplets, she was unable to give birth either naturally or by c-section, and she was doomed to grow and grow until her body could no longer handle it.

Even though she had been bedbound for two years, and homebound for even longer, she knew her only hope of winning a settlement was to appear, so her partner and care team heaved her up onto an extra-wide rolling bed and rolled her into the court building.

Everyone turned to stare as the doors opened and her carers attempted to squeeze her through. The wide courtroom door was still too small for her massive body, and they struggled to maneuver her through. All they managed is to get her stuck, as her fat shelf of an ass and heaving belly each overhang the sides of her gurney and become lodged in the doorframe. She groans in extreme discomfort as her bloated body is squished and prodded as they try in vain to fit her through. Sweat drips down her face, smearing her makeup, and she gasps for breath, exhausted and overwhelmed just from the strain of being so massively, inhumanly pregnant.

Finding courtroom clothes to fit her sickeningly exaggerated body had been a nightmare, and the only option was ultimately to cram her into the largest, stretchiest pink dress they could find. It was technically 'modest' as it covered all the skin from her neck to her fat thighs, but it clung tightly to her fertile curves, leaving little to the imagination. They had crammed her massive tits into the largest nursing bra available to avoid her thick nipples being on permanent display, but her constantly engorged udders spilled out everywhere from the inadequate cups, and the tight fabric of her dress put every bulge on display. She'd been milked dry before they left, and she hoped that she wouldn't be here so long that she'd leak through her dress.

After several humiliating minutes her caretakers are able to squish enough of her cellulite through the door that her belly is able to be squeezed through. Gasps and murmurs fill the courtroom as everyone gawks at her, finally getting a good look at her hugely gravid form.

Her womb is a mammoth, misshapen lump, coming to a sickening point at her taut, herniated navel. The six toddlers inside her shift in their cramped space, making her moan in discomfort. Her hips, continuously widening for a birth that may never come, are buried under pounds and pounds of piled-on cellulite that strains her tight dress to the absolute limit. And the sheer size of her breathtaking bump pushes her tremendous cleavage up into her face. Every day for her is a battle to not be smothered by her own enormous body. The judge begins the proceedings. She tries her hardest to stay silent and not grunt or groan from the painful pressure and movement in her womb, but her choked noises frequently disturb the quiet courtroom.

After two torturous hours, It's finally time for her to take the stand. She's rolled up as close as her bed can get, and the judge moves a microphone down to her swollen, sweaty face. Now she will have to describe the discomfort and humiliation of her daily life, trying to win the sympathy of the judge and jury...

#multiple pregnancy #pregnant fantasy #hyperpregnancy #pregnant fiction #overdue pregnancy #fatpreg #pregfat #hyperpreg #permapreg

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thewonandonly · 1 year

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23:51 — why don't you get it? can't you get it? understand, they're gonna execute the mother, to elevate the man. they're gonna propagate the killer, eliminate the youth. | digital silence by peter mcpoland

trigger warnings: this extra contains heavy subjects such as strained family relationships, child neglect, drug/alcohol abuse, and mentions of mental illness. please read at your own risk.

it was barely enough time to take a shower before your father decided it was time to shut off the water. so, you decided against it as a whole. the last time you showered was almost two weeks ago, at san's house.

the milk crates that held your mattress up were uncomfortable on your spine, the middle of the mattress sinking downward, making you have to sleep on the very edge of the bed. it was hardly your room anymore; your mother and father's clothes littered the floor, covered your makeshift desk and the stool you used as a child.

you laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling and watched the daddy long legs in the corner catch a mosquito in it's web and quickly dashed to the area the mosquito landed.

in all honesty, in this house, the daddy long legs was your only friend; protecting you from harmful creatures, keeping you company in the empty space. with your youngest sibling living with your grandmother, you were the last one to be left in the room.

fuck it, you sat up, i'm taking a shower.

you crept down the hallway, sticking to the wall like a daddy long legs to avoid the squeaky boards, before you lifted the door slightly so the hinges didn't squeak and stepped into the bathroom.

you started the shower head, the bath tub already filling from the clogged drain of hair, soap and oils. your father promised to clear it out, but, he never did. just like how he promised to take you to the park after you got your new bike for your birthday. that was before he sold it to get his next hit.

you only just started to undress when a knock came from the door.

"what do you think you're doing this late?" your mother shouted over the water.

you sighed, pulling on your shirt and shorts to go open the door, looking at your mother's sunken cheeks, deep set eyes and blisters the covered her skin, especially her fingers, "i was just going to clean the bathroom a little. mop and everything."

"your father is about to turn off the water." she rolled her eyes, "we won't have hot water for a week. he needs the water heater."

"what for?"

"aren't you the child? don't question me!" her voice raised and that's when you knew; he needed the water heater to sell. "once you get into the sciences, you can have all the hot water you want."

you hated when she brought up the future she wanted for you; pharmaceutical science. you didn't want to do that; you honestly weren't even smart enough to do it.

ever since your parents got into this lifestyle, your grades have suffered. you only went to school because it got you away from their house and their fighting. you would eat alone at lunch, since seojoong started living with your grandmother and since san had second lunch, whereas you had first.

you didn't focus in class, you hardly even participated. you weren't a good worker, and you didn't even know how to study properly. homework never got done, tests got failed. but your parents never cared. they never showed up for your meetings with the principal.

and you couldn't just tell the that your parents sold your youngest brother to your grandmother, or that you haven't taken a decent shower in two weeks. or that you only got to eat at school.

or that they would take a copious amount of drugs.

because if you did, you were going to be put into the foster care system, and then, you'd have to work from the bottom up again.

so you just swallowed your pride and told them that your parents were at work, and that you would pass on the word to them when you got home.

but, you never did. you always let the wound fester, and then eventually forget about it.

if anyone asked what you wanted to do with yourself in the future, if you got away from this torture of a family, you'd always say the same thing.

"i'd want to be happy." you shrugged.

it made sense, right? to do everything you love while being happy.

if you had the choice, and the money, you would sign yourself up for sports. you know san and his family would come watch. maybe even grandma and seojoong.

"you're right, mom." you smile at her, as everything began to play in your head; the tears, the strained words, the hospital visits.

because of all this, you can't even trust your instincts. is smiling so bad that it'll cause you to get yelled at? is even telling her she's right going to get you in trouble?

"i know i am." she forced herself into the bathroom, and you stopped the running shower before wandering back to your room.

the daddy long legs sat there, staring at you.

and you stared back.

he was the only one who witnessed everything.

if only he could speak.

PARK SEONGHWA is a stone-cold, cantankerous punk-rock player. He hates everything about the world, and if he had just one chance, he’d do anything to keep the best thing about the world in his arms; you, the complete opposite of everything he’s ever built up to hate.

TAGLIST ;; @punks-rad @atinytinaa @prince-mingki @dear-dreamie @yoongiigolden @noonaishere @naiify @kodzukein @layzfeelit @dandelion-aj @popcatx0 @aestheticsluut @aggiebackstage @agustdpeach @diorsgyu

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i-cant-sing · 1 year

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Okay but which yanderes are the one bringing the skin care products and adding new stuff to the routine when they kidnap someone.

My moneys on Eros having the 12 step products at the ready.

Eros all the way💖💖💖 he knows ur routine, and being a doctor himself, he may even improve it! Pharmaceutical companies bring him the best skincare products, dermatologists approved. And you'll always get those Sci fi facials and red light therapy, etc.

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happypopcornprincess · 1 year

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The Heartbreak Prince - Chapter Five

Warnings: Major Spoilers for Top Gun (1986) and Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

Word count - 2.1K

A/N - okay.... this takes place in the past, most of it. but get ready because the series is ending soon. only two chapters left for this. and I really hope you like this <3 enjoy and take care <3

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Thursday

Erin had not left her side since last night, holding her throughout her breakdown. He fed her dinner and tried to distract her with a game of charades and a story about his crazy pet iguana from when he was a kid. However, it couldn’t lift her spirits. He finally sat on her bed rubbing her back as she exhausted herself to sleep.

Careful not to disturb Erin sleeping next to her, she got up quietly. The soft sunrise light filtered through her room from the open window and her vision cleared, watching as the day started.

Another day without Dhruv.

She walked to the window and gazed at the sky slowly lighting up. She thanked any god who graced her with the strength to finally escape from the hell she was living in.

2018

November was the month of weddings in the bustling city of Kolkata, and her parents dragged her away to every wedding in her family and neighborhood to introduce their daughter, Dr Bagchi, a professor at NYU.

Nisha stood quietly in a corner hiding away from an entire group of middle-aged women staring her down with a scowl on.

The aunties gossiped about her being almost thirty and unmarried.

“They are not talking about you by the way.” She looked at the source and saw a man standing next to her.

Wearing a black kurta, matching his eyes, he sipped a cup of tea as he smiled at her, “I’m thirty-two, and I rejected the fourth girl in a row… who just so happens to be Rina auntie’s niece.” He points at a woman in the crowd wearing an extravagant lehenga, drowning in jewels.

“Wait,” Nisha sniffles a laugh, “she’s the bride’s mother.”

“…and I refused to marry the bride’s cousin.” He grimaced, looking at his chai in defeat.

“Well, you’re out of the radar for now, Rina auntie’s about to trash mouth you to every girl’s mother.”

"Oh, Prabhu Dhanyabad!" Oh, God thank you! He sighed of relief.

Nisha threw her head back in laughter and had to hold back as she attracted the eyes of every elder around her.

“Do you always laugh so loud at the misfortune of others?” he asked.

She raised her eyebrows. “Do you always reject young women and their mothers?”

The man looked at her as he took a long sip of chai, “Only when they are after my money.”

“What are you? Like a landlord or something?” Nisha scoffed.

“Or something.” He smirked, looking at her right in her eyes. The intensity of black in his eyes took her aback. They made her uncomfortable but intimidated her enough to stare back. They were hypnotic, like a whirlpool of secrets.

That should have been the first sign.

“Dhruv Maheshwari.” He extended his hand, flashing a smile.

“Nisha Bagchi.”

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Dhruv Maheshwari had a pharmaceutical company in Manhattan, and his family came from old money.

Dhruv had a habit of owning anything he wanted. Be it buildings, land, paintings, you name it. Nisha cursed herself later for years for not noticing what he wanted from the start.

Her.

He wanted to own her.

Since their first date, he has tried to show her his money in any shape and form. He took her to the finest restaurants and bought her dresses and shoes a bit too flashy for her style. When she refused to accept the gifts, he would go silent for days, until Nisha agreed to accept them.

She thought after Bradley, after loving someone from one side, she was on the other side, receiving it.

She was blinded by love, enamored by his dark eyes and his addicting touch on her skin. However, he was not the fresh breeze of summer she craved ever since Virginia.

He was a pit of quicksand, slowly engulfing her entire existence to fit his vision of her.

Her mind begged her to see some sense after meeting her parents for the first time. His mother commented on her job and body countless times, and Dhruv laughed.

His parents met hers and fixed a wedding date without her knowledge.

Her birthday that year turned into a surprise engagement party with all her relatives and friends.

Every time she complained, he would hold her face in his hands, wiping tears away from her eyes. He would say, “I do this because I love you, Nisha. I love you so much and you don’t see it.” His dark eyes bore into hers as a storm engulfed the sea, and no matter how many times she tried to accept them back, to get used to them, she never could.

Her last straw was a party thrown by Dhruv’s father in honour of his only son, who then proceeded to demean Nisha’s parents and call her job a ‘fool’s dream’. His mother then threatened her to quit her job and marry Dhruv.

All the while Dhruv sat in his seat and held Nisha’s hand in a death grip, telling her not to overreact.

That night, she told him she would leave him if he told her to quit her job. It was her dream, the result of her blood, sweat and tears. Dhruv opened the main door of his penthouse and stood as Nisha left his doorstep in tears, never to return.

He didn’t call her, called off the wedding, and his parents badmouthed her family any chance they got. This was so much so that Nisha was actually glad her parents no longer lived in New York.

He sent back her things by mail, and two months later a wedding invitation to his wedding with the same girl he rejected two years ago.

Nisha had been gathering up the pieces of her shattered heart ever since that, changing colleges, dating nobody, and as much as she tries to deny it… drinking. As much as she could actually. Nobody knew about this, not even her parents. The reason she never came to The Hard Deck even after being invited so many times by Eric, was because she couldn’t stand the alcohol stench.

-/-/-/-/-/-

Bradley’s alarm startled him. His eyes shifted straight to the open window of Penny’s living room. He watched the early sunrise from the ocean.

Nisha’s face was the only thing he saw the entire night. No matter how hard he tried to sleep, he couldn’t forget how pain resonated from every inch of her face.

He recalled how he would cry harder whenever he saw her cry. He would try his wits not to, and the second he heard her sob, he couldn’t control the tears falling down his eyes.

Involuntarily his mind turned to a conversation he had with Nisha. He took a deep breath as he tried not to remember, but that memory flooded his eyes when he closed them in exhaustion.

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2001

It’s been 2 months since Carol passed away peacefully in her sleep. Bradley had cried only twice, once at the hospital after the doctors broke the news, and once when they lowered her casket.

After that, Bradley talked about everything but her. Maverick’s flat became his bed, and Nisha’s house into his Study Room. When she suggested going back to his place to study, he got up abruptly and left without a word.

He could not return to the house. Everywhere he looked, he could see his mother. Her essence was in every house fragment.

Nisha was careful around him. He was silently healing, and there was very little she could do. His good-for-nothing girlfriend left for vacation after the funeral and refused to call him.

“Can you be there?” He told her while stuffing fries in his mouth, sitting in Nisha's room after a study session.

He bought it out of nowhere. He felt Nisha freeze when he said that. After 6 months of training, the air force holds a tap-out ceremony where families congratulate the new recruits.

“Maverick, Uncle Ice, and Uncle Slider will be with the officials. I don’t have any other person to –”

“Sunny,” Nisha squeezed his hand, “of course I’ll be there” she smiled.

“Really?” He looked at her with hopeful eyes, almost as if he expected her to say no.

“How else will I get a party from you? I know you won’t give it willingly.” She laughed.

“Hey!” He throws a fry at her and she gets up, pulling his cheeks and dodging another fry thrown at her.

He was the last to be tapped out at the ceremony, by Phoenix’s family. He tried his best to keep his emotions at bay the entire evening but broke down remembering Nisha in his dorm room.

Bradley left to become a better person, and he was damn proud of becoming what he is today. However, he left without a goodbye. When he stopped drowning in grief and anger, he realized how wrong he had been all those years ago. He wanted to return to Nisha, the only true friend from his childhood.

But he couldn’t.

Why would she wait for him? He was some boy from her childhood who she trusted wholeheartedly, someone who didn't give her a second thought before leaving.

But he thought of her, after fighting with Mav, after boarding his flight to the Academy, after moving into his dorm room, after flying a jet for the first time.

He wanted to tell her everything, he longed for her while having awkward first conversations with new friends. As he ate in the mess provided by the navy, he craved her homemade food, her company after a long day at work, to tell her what was going on in his head since she understood.

He was too ashamed to return to Nisha.

And now he lost her.

Again.

“Are you done wallowing in grief like an adolescent?" Bradley frowned, following the voice as Amelia stood next to the couch. “I could play my Taylor Swift album to set the mood for you?” she huffed out.

“Amelie, not now please,” Bradley grumbled as he got up.

Amelia looked at him. His usual upbeat demeanor was forgotten. He looked sad and tired. It was so unlike him; he was a literal ray of sunshine.

"Bradshaw?" she asked before he left the room.

He replies, expecting a quick jab at his state.

“I have a friend in high school, Elsie. She has been best friends with Amira forever. They did everything together; nobody has seen them without each other. Anyone could see they were in love with each other, except them. Elsie, to be specific.”

Bradley turned to her, intrigued by the story.

“The day Elsie announced she would move to Canada for further studies, I caught Amira crying in the bathroom stall. She loved her so damn much, it hurt her so much, but she still loved her unconditionally. And before Elsie left, she realized she loved her too, but it was too late.”

“Why are you telling me this?” he asked.

“I’m just saying, sometimes you don’t see things right in front of you until it’s too late.” Amelia pats him on the back and leaves for the kitchen. “I’ll make breakfast, get ready, okay?" she smiles at him and gets to work.

Bradley couldn’t help but smile at this 16-something little girl. She had herself suffered through so much and still saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

He needed to have a talk with Nisha, soon.

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Skin care pharmaceutical companies

There are numerous skin care pharmaceutical companies globally that specialize in developing and manufacturing products for skin health and beauty. Some of the prominent players in the market include:

Johnson & Johnson: A leading consumer health and personal care company, Johnson & Johnson offers a wide range of skincare products, including cleansers, moisturisers, sunscreens, and acne treatments.

Procter & Gamble: The company's skincare portfolio includes popular brands such as Olay, Crest, and SK-II, and offers a variety of products for different skin types and concerns.

L'Oreal: L'Oreal is a multinational beauty company that offers a range of skincare products under its various brands, including Lancome, Kiehl's, and Vichy.

GlaxoSmithKline (GSK): GSK is a pharmaceutical and consumer health company that offers skin care products under its Stiefel brand, which specializes in treating skin conditions such as psoriasis and atopic dermatitis.

Unilever: Unilever is a consumer goods company that offers skin care products under its popular brands, including Dove, Noxzema, and Ponds.

These companies invest heavily in research and development to create innovative skincare solutions that meet the evolving needs and preferences of consumers. They also collaborate with dermatologists and other skin care experts to ensure the safety and efficacy of their products.

In addition to these established players, there are also many smaller, niche skin care companies that focus on specific skin concerns, such as acne, ageing, and sensitive skin. These companies often use natural and organic ingredients in their products and may offer more specialised and targeted solutions for skin care.

Overall, the skin care pharmaceutical industry is highly competitive and constantly evolving, as companies strive to meet the demands of consumers for safe, effective, and affordable skincare products.

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Pharmaceutical Skin Care Companies | Oaknet Healthcare

Skin Care Pharmaceutical Companies - Oaknet Healthcare is the leading skincare products manufacturing companies in India. We supply high quality skin care products. Visit our page to know more about our skin care products! https://oaknethealthcare.com/product-category/skincare/

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Project: O.R.I.O.N

Named after the constellation of the Hunter, Orion started out as a super-soldier project that a couple of weapons manufacturers, a pharmaceutical company, and the American government got involved with (to name a few). It was supposed to bring about the next evolution in humanity, in the select few that could afford the final product OR in those that joined the program under a contract with the military. Unfortunately, during one of the rounds of testing, something went wrong with most of the test subjects and it escaped containment.

“Virus” isn’t a fully accurate way to describe what it is, as it’s a mix of that, a bioengineered pathogen, and genetic mutations, but that’s the term I’m using based on how it spreads. The “virus” acts like a typical zombie virus: It’s mainly transmitted through bodily fluids. Bites, scratches, contaminated food/water/etc. After infection, it initially took a few days for symptoms to show. Fever, veins visibly darkening, eyes clouding, increased aggression, etc. Like in Sweet Home, there are mental effects too, as infected victims eventually start experiencing delusions involving them happily living out a wish or positive memory.

After complete infection, it isn’t accurate to say that the infected are “alive”, but the virus continues to reanimate them. If left alone long enough, some of the infected evolve further and create zombies that are harder to kill.

Tanker zombies are bigger and tougher, their durability has increased but they’re slower than normal zombies up until they charge at something/someone.

Reaper zombies have skin that’s hardened around their arms, their nails and bones around that part have also hardened, creating something like claws.

Sprinters are just regular zombies slightly evolved

Banshee zombies are similar to Sprinters, but act more “cowardly” and are worse to deal with because they shriek and draw the attention of other infected.

On the flip side, immunity to this infection and evolution also exist.

Hana. 4.5 years old.

Hana, like several other kids, was born into the O.R.I.O.N program for the purpose of further testing (and a side project: seeing the longstanding effects of the program on a generation raised to be tools of the state). She’s undergone testing and genetic editing since before she was even conceived, and she was the only successful project.

The facility she was being raised in was overrun, failing after the apocalypse began, and I ended up finding her at around 3 years old with a bite mark and fever. I couldn’t bring myself to hurt her, so I made her comfortable and tried to wait. I eventually noticed that she was getting better, not worse.

The bite mark healed into a scar relatively quickly and I started to take care of her, keeping what happened a secret.

I ended up gaining the immunity and evolution when Hana wound up biting me, breaking the skin in a panic. Like the other “virus”, she can spread immunity via bodily fluids. Unlike with the other, hers causes the veins in the area of infection to become lighter, but it doesn’t spread past the initial infection spot. Increased stamina, endurance, speed, healing, etc. all come after a fever, which breaks faster too. Each person has the typical evolved traits after gaining immunity, and each person also has a special trait. For Hana, her special trait is her superhuman healing factor.

Remus. 33-35 years old.

Remus comes from a long line of pagan Norsemen (accurately) rumored to be Vikings and pirates. Strength, martial arts, and academic intelligence are three things that his family holds in high regard. As such, Remus and his younger siblings, as well as his extended family members, are all college educated and trained combatants. Before the apocalypse, Remus was the head of his family due to the recent passing of his father. His family owned and lived on a couple of islands, they’d been on them for generations and exported a very rare mineral that only develops on their islands, which is how they’d been making money.

Like I said before, this is based on an old story, so there’s TONS of things I haven’t mentioned that I know. Like Remus’ brothers and his friends, how I know him, how Hana and I got on the island in the first place, etc.

Remus also shows up in most of my other scripts as my S/O, usually in the same way, tweaked for the reality I’m planning for.

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What is Skincare? Everything You Need To Know About What Practices Make Your Skin Healthier.

Let's continue the talk about skincare.

You can read my first post about what is skin. It educates about the science behind the skin and explains why you should not ignore the facts and move directly into creating skincare routines and blindly following advice on the internet.

Know Your Skin Before Getting a Skincare Routine - What Is Skin?

Today's post explains to you what is skincare and what practices make your skin healthy. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞? - Read the full post on my blog - https://www.theprincientist.com/what-is-skincare/

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞?

Skincare is the care and keeping of the largest organ in your body — your skin! The etymological definition – Skin + Care stands for “caring for your skin”.

The word skincare is everywhere. Influencers, celebrities and pharmaceutical companies are selling and advertising face creams or offering magical solutions and DIYs to look younger and flawless daily.

With all this heavy marketing skincare sure sounds like it’s just some type of cosmetic product. And not a cheap one either! But that’s not all there is to it.

Skincare means you care for your skin, but with what objective?

Most research and marketing focus on the unwelcome esthetic aspects of ageing and uneven skin, but skin deterioration is more than a merely cosmetic problem. It is a health problem.

Skincare involves more than cosmetics and includes a variety of practices that support skin integrity, enhance its appearance and relieve skin conditions.

(I explain in detail in my post. Read here - https://www.theprincientist.com/what-is-skincare/ )

Although more popular now, skincare practices are nothing new, existing since Ancient Egypt. Currently, skincare doesn’t have to be complicated if you don’t want it to be. Simply follow the three basic steps of a skin-care routine recommended by dermatologists: Cleansing, Moisturizing, and Protection.

(I explain in detail in my post. Read here - https://www.theprincientist.com/what-is-skincare/ )

Your mentality about skincare must shift focus from esthetic concerns to how the loss of structure and function affects the quality of life and make you unhealthy.

The best skin is healthy skin. Don’t blindly chase smooth skin that can damage your health. Unlearn that!

Empower yourself. Know exactly what you are putting in your face and avoid dangerous practices that are sold as miracle cures. Research is the first step toward having more conscient/responsible skincare practices.

I advise you to read the full post on my blog NOW and learn more about what skincare really means and make better decisions about your skincare practices,

+ You can get access to 3 other posts that will help you start an effective skincare routine today.

- Read here: https://www.theprincientist.com/what-is-skincare/

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New Alzheimer's drugs bring hope. But not equally for all patients.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/health/2024/01/29/alzheimers-new-drugs-black-patients-leqembi/

ABINGTON, Pa. — Wrapped in a purple blanket, Robert Williford settles into a quiet corner of a bustling neurology clinic, an IV line delivering a colorless liquid into his left arm.

The 67-year-old, who has early Alzheimer’s disease, is getting his initial dose of Leqembi. The drug is the first to clearly slow the fatal neurodegenerative ailment that afflicts 6.7 million older Americans, though the benefits may be modest. The retired social worker, one of the first African Americans to receive the treatment, hopes it will ease his forgetfulness so “I drive my wife less crazy.”

But as Williford and his doctors embark on this treatment, they are doing so with scant scientific data about how the medication might work in people of color. In the pivotal clinical trial for the drug, Black patients globallyaccounted for only 47 of the 1,795 participants — about 2.6 percent. For U.S. trial sites, the percentage was 4.5 percent.

The proportion of Black enrollees was similarly low for Eli Lilly Alzheimer’sdrug, called donanemab, expected to be cleared by the Food and Drug Administration in coming months. Black people make up more than 13 percent of the U.S. population.

The paltry data for the new class of groundbreaking drugs, which strip a sticky substance called amyloid beta from the brain, has ignited an intense debate among researchers and clinicians. Will the medications — the first glimmer of hope after years of failure — be as beneficial for African Americans as for White patients?

“Are these drugs going to work in non-Whites? And particularly in Blacks? We just don’t have enough data, I don’t think,” said Suzanne E. Schindler, a clinical neurologist and dementia specialist at Washington University in St. Louis. “In general, the default is that they will work the same in everybody, but we don’t really know that for sure.”

The situation casts a spotlight yet again on the decades-long failure of researchers to reflect the increasingly diverse character of the patient population in the United States, and underscores the stark disparities in Alzheimer’s treatment and care. Black Americans develop the disease and related dementias at twice the rate of their White counterparts, but are less likely to receive specialized care and are diagnosed at later stages, studies show. That’s an urgent problem considering that the new drugs must be used early to have an effect.

In addition, a perplexing new issue appears to be contributing to low Black enrollment in trials and is fueling a debate among experts about the role of race, genetics and other factors. To qualify for the main trial for Leqembi — developed by the Japanese pharmaceutical giant Eisai and the biotechnology company Biogen of Cambridge, Mass. — participants were required to have elevated levels of brain amyloid, a defining characteristic of Alzheimer’s, and symptoms such as memory loss.

But brain scans showed that the African American volunteers were less likely to have excess amyloid than White patients and thus were excluded from the trial at higher rates. Almost half of Black applicants failed to meet the amyloid threshold, compared with 22 percent of White volunteers, according to Eisai. A similar pattern occurred with the Lilly drug and in some other studies, and sometimes involved other people of color, including Hispanics.

Experts are baffled by the findings. Why would amyloid levels — thought to be a key driver of Alzheimer’s — be different in people with similar cognitive problems?

“Is it the color of someone’s skin? Almost certainly not,” said Joshua D. Grill, an Alzheimer’s researcher at the University of California at Irvine. “Is it a difference in genetics? Or other health conditions, like cholesterol, blood pressure or vascular health? Or is it something else, that we haven’t measured?”

While the biology of Alzheimer’s is almost surely the same regardless of race, some researchers say the patients themselves might be different because of underlying health conditions. Some older Black patients diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, they say, might actually have vascular dementia stemming from heart disease, hypertension and diabetes — all conditions more prevalent among African American patients.

The risk of vascular damage also could be increased by a lack of access to health care and years of exposure to racism, as well as genetics, some experts say. And many patients could have a constellation of pathologies driven by other factors, they add.

Whatever the cause, experts say, the bottom line is the same: Patients who do not have excessive amounts of the sticky brain protein should not be treated with the amyloid-targeting drugs because the therapies are unlikely to work and pose substantial risks, including potentially deadly bleeding in the brain.

But that raises the specter of another disparity. If it turns out that a lower proportion of Black dementia patients and other people of color have excess amyloid, they could be left behind as the drug industry races to develop amyloid-reducing treatments. To counter that, experts are urging companies to accelerate work addressingother potential drivers of cognitive decline and to develop combination drugs with multiple targets.

“If we are just targeting amyloid, we can just miss a large potential population that might benefit from treatment,” said Lisa L. Barnes, a neuropsychologist at Rush University in Chicago.

‘A brain is a brain’

For now, the question remains: What should Black patients and their doctors think about the anti-amyloid drugs?

The answer, experts say, depends largely on the level of amyloid in their brains.

More than a year ago, Williford was diagnosed with early Alzheimer’s by David C. Weisman, a neurologist at Abington Neurological Associates, a large practice north of Philadelphia that treats patients and conducts clinical trials for drug companies. The clinic was one of the test sites for Leqembi.

After Leqembi receivedfull FDA approval last summer, Williford underwent tests to determine whether he was a good candidate for the drug. One test — a lumbar puncture, sometimes called a spinal tap — showed elevated amyloid in his brain. That means Williford and similar patients are likely to benefit from an anti-amyloid medication regardless of their race or ethnicity, Weisman and several other experts said.

“A brain is a brain is a brain, whether it is Asian, Hispanic, African American or White,” Weisman said. “A patient is either a good fit or a bad fit, and Robert is a good fit.”

Williford, who spent years working with troubled families in Philadelphia, began having memory problems a few years ago, said his wife, Cynthia Byron-Williford, 59.

“You could tell him almost anything, and he would almost immediately forget,” she said. “If I asked him to make a peanut butter sandwich for our grandson, he would come back three times and say, ‘What am I supposed to do?’”

With few treatment options, many physicians say they will offer anti-amyloid therapy to any patient who has elevated levels of the substance and passes safety tests.

Barry W. Rovner, a neurology professor at Thomas Jefferson University in Philadelphia, said he would not hesitate to offer Leqembi to African American patients who tested positive for amyloid. But, he added, because of the low numbers of Black individuals in the Leqembi trial, “I would say, ‘Look, this has not been tried in many Black people, so we don’t know precisely how it is going to work. But you don’t know precisely how it will work in any person.’”

From a research perspective, “You could say, as a group we don’t know if Black individuals respond the same way to anti-amyloid drugs because we don’t have the data,” Washington University’s Schindler said. “But on an individual level, it is different. If I had a Black patient who was amyloid-positive, I would start him on these drugs.”

But some Black patients might not be comfortable with the medication.

Zaldy S. Tan, director of the memory disorders center at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles, said when African American patients are informed about the risks and benefits of Leqembi, and about the sparse data available for Black individuals, some will “take a pause and question whether they are willing to accept the uncertainty” and challenges of receiving the every-other-week infusion and multiple follow-up tests.

A promise of diversity

The best way to know for sure how drugs for Alzheimer’s — and other diseases — affect different populations is to have more diversity in trials, experts agree. But research participation by Black Americans and other people of color has been held down for years for several reasons.

The 20th century’s infamous Tuskegee syphilis study created long-standing mistrust about trials within the African American community. Men were left untreated to suffer and die even after an effective treatment emerged for the bacterium.

Alzheimer’s research, meanwhile, has long been centered in memory clinics at elite academic institutions, which tend to attract well-heeled patients with health insurance and other resources. The clinics have served as effective recruiting grounds for trials that end up with a predominantly White enrollment.

“We have done a poor job of making African American Alzheimer’s research inclusive,” said John Morris, a neurologist at Washington University in St. Louis. More than two decades ago, he created an African American advisory board at the school’s Knight Alzheimer Disease Research Center after realizing only 3 percent of trial participants were Black.

Others also are redoubling efforts to increase diversity. John Dwyer, president of the Global Alzheimer’s Platform Foundation, a nonprofit that runs trials, said the organization has sharply increased participation by people of color by sending dedicated teams of African American and Latino professionals into communities to build relationships with physicians and personnel at health centers, senior centers and places of worship. They stress to the communities how much they can benefit from the studies, he said.

Stephanie Monroe, vice president and senior adviser of health equity and access at the advocacy group UsAgainstAlzheimer’s, noted that low Black enrollment is not limited to Alzheimer’s trials. If all the drugs that have not been tested on people of color were eliminated, the shelves of pharmacies would be nearly empty, she said.

“That doesn’t work when you are almost a 50-50 minority/majority population,” Monroe said.

The FDA has issued guidelines for industry designed to bolster diversity in studies, while the National Institute on Aging recently pledged toprioritize funding requests that are “appropriately inclusive.”

The low Black enrollment in studies is just the latest controversy involving the anti-amyloid drugs. For years, earlier versions of the drugs failed repeatedly in trials. By contrast, Leqembi, in an 18-month trial, showed unambiguous, if modest, benefits, slowing disease progression by about 27 percent, or roughlyfive months. The drug, administered every other week, carries a list price of $26,500 a year.

In July, Lilly reported that its anti-amyloid drug, donanemab, was even more effective at removing amyloid. But like Leqembi, it can cause serious side effects, including brain hemorrhages. Some doctors think the drugs will provide bigger benefits when taken for a longer period or earlier in the disease, but others say the medications, which require repeated MRIs to check for side effects, leave much to be desired.

Both Eisai and Lilly said they are working hard to increase diversity in clinical trials. In the meantime, they said, patients with elevated amyloid should benefit from the anti-amyloid drugs, regardless of race or ethnicity.

“We have no pathophysiological reason to expect different efficacy between races and ethnicities for Alzheimer’s treatments that remove amyloid,”Lillysaid in a statement.

Eisai acknowledged that the Leqembi trial was not designed to test the drug in individual racial and ethnic subgroups. But it said in a statement that the totality of the evidence indicated that “all patients, regardless of ethnicity, benefited from treatment” with the drug.

“We and the U.S. FDA — as evidenced by the agency’s approval of Leqembi — believe that the benefits and risks in these patient populations and races has been established,” the company added. Eisai said volunteers who did not pass the amyloid threshold did not have Alzheimer’s and should be assessed for other conditions.

In an interview, Teresa Buracchio, acting director of the FDA’s Office of Neuroscience, said the agency “did not see a notable difference by race” in safety and effectiveness in the limited data available on subgroups in the Leqembi trial.

But other experts were skeptical, saying the number of Black patients in the Leqembi trial was too low to know whether the medication is safe and effective for African Americans. “Without having a representative population, it is impossible to assess,” said Barnes, of Rush University.Some researchers suggested that patients in underrepresented populations should wait for future advances in treatment.

‘We just want to get going’

On a recent day, nurse Christine Besso bustled in and out of Williford’s infusion room at the neurology clinic, taking his vital signs and inserting an IV line. “Let’s get this party started,” she said.

Byron-Williford, watching the process from a nearby couch, said she was not concerned about the low numbers of African Americans in the Leqembi trial.

“I think it will work or not work based on the individual,” she said, adding with a laugh, “and if it doesn’t work for him, it is because he is ornery.”

Byron-Williford said her husband’s health problems accelerated a few years ago after his son, who was in his early 20s, died unexpectedly. Williford became depressed and lost his appetite. Last summer, when he went to pick up his wife at a nearby hair salon, he drove around, lost. She later confiscated his car keys.

In the clinic, shortly after Williford’s infusion began, Weisman stopped in to check on him and discuss possible side effects. When Williford asked him how long he would be on the drug, Weisman shrugged, saying it depended on how he did on the drug and on test results.

“We are getting on an airplane, and we don’t even have a destination airport yet,” Weisman said. “We just want to get going.”

#Black Lives Matter #Alzheimers #Dementia #Black Lives #Black Health Matters #Black Medical Professionals #New Alzheimer’s drugs bring hope But not equally for all patients.#Mental Health Care

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Umbrella Pharmaceuticals - Chapter 39

Summary: Oswell E. Spencer opens the Paris laboratory. William Birkin and Albert Wesker develop Umbrella Pharmaceuticals' first functional B.O.W.

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Oswell cleared his throat. A moment before he began his speech, he paused to survey the crowd gathered on the Champs Elysées. The best of French and European society had gathered for the inauguration of Umbrella Pharmaceuticals' first French laboratory. The enthusiasm was reflected in the faces of those present, as well as in Oswell's proud half-smile.

Thatcher had won the election. Marcus had resumed research into the T-virus after his plan with the test subjects had worked. He had received word from Arklay's lab: the first functional infected. Umbrella had soared on the stock market. Government contracts for B.O.Ws were pouring in. He had come to an agreement with Alexander to define a pragmatic perspective on the company's direction.

Everything was flowing and he was exultant. The only thing he regretted was that he had taken the initiative to start a pharmaceutical company in his forties.

But he had no regrets. Absolutely nothing.

The infected banged his cadaverous head against the glass. Albert laughed because he found the movement funny. From the force of the impact, a chunk of his temple was dislodged and left hanging by a thin strip of hair-encrusted skin. William bit his lip nervously, worried about their continued streak of success. They had succeeded in producing their first functional biological weapon using the Alpha strain of the T-virus. An unprecedented success that earned him a handwritten letter of congratulations signed by Oswell E. Spencer. In the letter, Spencer attested that William could boast of being, for now, the best researcher ever hired by Umbrella Pharmaceuticals, and no offence to his mentor, James Marcus.

Spencer's heartfelt words affected the young man in the sense that they multiplied his dedication to research. He had doubled his overtime and Albert no longer even bothered to tell him about breaks and the end of the day. For William there was hardly any distinction between the beginning and the end because every day was the same. He didn't even bother to send postcards to his parents as a minimal gesture of co-responsibility until he came of age.

He didn't care.

Albert threw a ball of paper in his face.

“William.”

“What?”

“Press the button.”

William pressed the button. A torrent of fire scorched the infected.

“Next,” said Albert lightly.

#resident evil #william birkin #oswell e spencer #albert wesker

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I can only recommend EVERYONE to take 20 minutes and listen to this lecture in the European Parliament! All the corruption of the pre-planned pandemic is exposed, which ultimately served to create acceptance for "novel" vaccines that were known decades in advance that they would not work. Governments worldwide have been bribed by the drug companies.

If you fast forward to 18:00 min, internal papers are read out on how hysteria was deliberately fomented by the mainstream media to justify health measures even after the self-inflicted pandemic. Absolutely EVERYTHING was well thought out and wanted!

Corona as a Bioweapon of the USA

Corona viruses were isolated more than half a century ago and became a genetic plaything for the pharmaceutical industry. There were patents on protein vaccines against Corona as early as 1990, but it quickly became apparent that the Corona virus, like all flu viruses, changes far too quickly, so that vaccinations turned out to be useless.

Rather, Corona was later further converted into a bioweapon. Here, Pfizer behaves exactly like the Umbrella Corporation in Resident Evil: Any means is right for them, even bribing the US Patent Office and numerous parliaments to quench their own thirst for power and profit.

These global pharmaceutical companies like Pfizer are just a tool to corrupt governments and gain power. Profit is the motivating means to an end. In truth, they want total control of the population.

Therefore, the entire pandemic was well planned, with a history stretching back many decades. It was NOT random. And the US doesn't need to blame China at all, because their pharmaceutical companies and bribed authorities are largely responsible for the whole case.

Although the US authorities knew full well, based on the numerous scientific publications, that the vaccinations are useless, the Biden regime tried with all available means to force the population to get the shots. So they didn't do it to protect people, but to exercise control and administer vaccines that combat the overaging of society which is already becoming a burden on Western countries. The solution is that people suddenly and unexpectedly die just before retirement age, after being exploited as consumers and workers for some decades; while uncontrolled illegal mass immigration from Africa and South America ensures a supply of young slave laborers.

Future as Pets

At the end of the day, the elites don't care whether a White, African or Latino is at the checkout or operating any of the machines in the factories. The elites will maintain a thin, light-skinned middle and upper class, still educated enough to plan the machines and run the system, while total exploitation takes place below, but in ways that people don't realize; for the citizens are kept in gilded cages, which are not really made of gold, just coated with glittering pigments.

Already today we experience primarily fake and the beautiful in the inferior. Schooling is becoming just as fake, because the elites don't want a smart, educated majority; they should only about be able to add 1+1 together, sign something off and read words on the smartphone. They don't need to be able to do more to live as well-cared-for pets in the metropolises of the new world order. Every current crisis and the resulting incapacitation of people is deliberately brought about in order to achieve this goal.

#corona #statement

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