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4ft10tvlandfangirl · 6 months

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Maybe it's because I work in healthcare and I remember vividly during the worst of covid when all medical facilities were under strain, when there were no more beds, no more oxygen & patients were dying while waiting to be seen or admitted that my heart is breaking imagining what its like in the hospitals of Gaza running out of resources.

Add the fact that they are working through constant bombardment and airstrikes, treating horrific amputations and burn injuries with little to no electricity now and no anesthesia. Add the fact that the medics & doctors are seeing their own families brought in terribly injured or dead. They're getting calls while on duty that their families were killed and its suspected they were specifically targeted.

You could tell me the doorway to hell was under these hospitals/schools/mosques/churches/refugee camps and I promise it wouldn't change how I feel about this. Attacking these places filled with innocent civilians is wrong. How can people see the images and footage I'm seeing and say well, if bombing the entire Gaza Strip gets rid of Hamas then the end justifies the means? It can't! The cost of human life is too high! And that's without even accounting for the propaganda and lies in the mix.

Like many above a certain age I watched the events of 9/11 unfold and a lot of us in the global south actually mourned with the American people. And like the American people we too were swayed by the media's lies so we just silently watched the invasion into Iraq and Afghanistan only for the lies to come out years later. 20 years bombing the hell out of those countries and slaughtering the people indiscriminately and it didn't get rid of the Taliban or other terrorist groups. But I bet it helped to radicalise more to their cause.

Israel is using the same playbook and none should be surprised if the result is the same, if any Palestinian children of today become the Hamas of tomorrow after what they've suffered. I don't support Hamas but I can understand why they would continue to exist and why they might get willing support. And even if Hamas is all that the media says they are, it still wouldn't justify the collective punishment being meted out to the Palestinian people. Killing 8 times the amount of people you lost isn't justice!

I genuinely can't understand how so many can't see that. That there are people celebrating this large loss of life.

I do feel some hope that there are so many rallying behind Palestine, that many are trying to learn more and speak out and that in seeking out information about this, many of us have also learned more about other injustices like in DR Congo & Sudan. But I'm also deeply troubled by the lack of empathy I'm seeing and the cruelty being exalted. I'm angry that the so-called leaders of the free world are letting this happen.

I'm gonna keep talking and sharing what I can and I hope those of you who feel similarly do as well. Keep calling for the protection of hospitals as they work to save lives. Keep calling for a ceasefire to stop the bloodshed and so aid may be let in unhindered. Don't stay silent in the face of genocide. Free Palestine 🇵🇸

#social justice #gaza #palestine #vent post #gaza under attack #free gaza #free palestine #free west bank #pray for palestine #current events #indonesian hospital #al quds hospital #al shifa hospital #anti genocide #genocide

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flyingraijin · 2 years

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VARIOUS CHARACTERS X READER

Dynamic: Loss of virginity au

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only!

Status: Ongoing

Current Word Count: 62 188

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 YEARS OR OLDER!

All entries exist in the same au but are standalone - entries do not need to be read in order, however it is recommended.

Related Links: main masterlist + ao3 + series playlist

Summary: When the time is right and you're finally ready to give your first to the person you love.

(Or, alternatively; the My Hero characters fuck for the first time)

CHAPTER INDEX

Entry 01 | Silver On Forest Green

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x AFAB!reader

Warnings: Swearing, virginity loss, oral (m+f receiving), mentions of masturbation, creampie, multiple orgasms, soft Izuku, hella unrealistic (this is not what a first time is like at all)

Summary: After dating Izuku for a while, you and he both feel ready to take the next step in your relationship.

(Or, alternatively; Izuku fucks for the first time)

Word Count: 7360

Release Date: 20 September 2021

Entry 02 | Sweet (Like Honey)

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, virginity loss, fingering, dry humping, cunnilingus, creampie, multiple orgasms, no contraception mentioned, extremely unrealistic (seriously, this is not what losing your virginity is actually like)

Summary: When Katsuki finds out in the worst way possible that Deku is, in fact, not a virgin anymore, he takes matters into his own hands and decides to seek you out.

(Or, alternatively; Katsuki fucks for the first time)

Word Count: 10 377

Release Date: 11 October 2021

Entry 03 | Body As A Temple

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x fem!reader

Warnings: Insecurity, lot’s of self-doubt, swearing, smut, virginity loss, body worship, praise, vaginal fingering, cunniligus, creampie, vaginal penetration, use of “kitten”, use of “muffin”, slight soft dom!Shinsou, established relationship, this is not realistic, (please, don’t take notes)

Summary: You can hear them when they whisper behind their hands. Always. And it hurts as the doubt starts to kick in. But maybe, just maybe Shinsou knows how to help.

(Or, alternatively; Hitoshi fucks for the first time)

Word Count: 11 683

Release Date: 18 December 2021

Entry 04 | Sickly Sweet

Pairing: Hanta Sero x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, sickness, smut, virginity loss, multiple orgasms, oral (f + m receiving), a lil bit of dry humping, face-sitting, cunniligus, vaginal sex, a little bit of overstimulation, a teensy bit of pain, soooo fluffy (I really went overboard with this one bc im such a simp this man), pussy drunk sero, whiny sero

Summary: Being sick truly is an inconvenience, in almost every aspect of life. Especially so when you’re so close to graduation. But if your reward for getting well again is your boyfriend, Hanta, you suppose it might be worth falling ill more often…

(Or, alternatively; Hanta fucks for the first time)

Word Count: 15 606

Release Date: 22 January 2022

Entry 05 | Cookies ‘n Cream

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x fem!reader

Warnings: forbidden romance, first time au, third year au, soft smut, swearing, hand jobs, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex

Summary: The rules have been clear for a long time; no messing around, no wasting time on anything that isn't trying to get to the top, and no Shoto Todoroki. At least, until school is over. Your parents have a lot of influence in the hero world, but once you've graduated, you're free from their control. And there's only one more night to wait.

Only, you've never been the most patient person. And after years of hiding your feelings and your need for him, he's right there now, in your room, close enough to touch.

(Or, alternatively; Shoto fucks for the first time)

Word Count: 12 440

Release Date: 09 July 2022

COMING SOON!

Entry 06 | One Man’s Treasure

Pairing: Eijirou Kirishima x reader

Warnings: TBA

Summary: TBA

Word Count: TBA

Release Date: TBA

Entry 07 | Inciting Incident

Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x reader

Warnings: TBA

Summary: TBA

Word Count: TBA

Release Date: TBA

Entry 08 | Snowflakes

Pairing: Touya Todoroki x reader

Warnings: TBA

Summary: TBA

Word Count: TBA

Release Date: TBA

#💙 blue's fics #the virginity chronicles #izuku midoriya x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader smut #hanta sero x reader #shoto todoroki x reader

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l3x01d · 1 month

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98' Furby Battery Contact Replacement/Repair Guide

What you'll need:

soldering iron, flux, 60/40 leaded solder, related safety equipment

size 1 bit Phillips-head screwdriver

needlenose pliers

new battery contacts (the little metal parts inside the battery compartment that touch the batteries) for AAs (the ones i ended up using i got on ebay and were called "Battery Spring Plate AA Battery Contact Nickel Plate 28mmx12mm for DIY 20 Pcs")

q-tips and very very thin/small disposable make up brushes (i found some marketed as stirrers for drinks or resin)

very thin/sharp pry tool or xacto (depends on how corroded the contacts are! you might not need this)

**If you're using this guide for other electronics: Pay attention to what each contact looks like and where it's placed. Take many pictures both close up and far away to help you later! The point is to try and recreate the contacts as exactly as possible. The most important part is that the batteries "contact" (touch) the metal. If there's multiple parts to the compartment (like on this furby) there should be metal connecting all the parts. This will become easier to understand as you read this guide.

This is xXToh-Loo the VoideaterXx! They've been hanging out on my work table while I worked up to changing their heavily corroded battery contacts.

I'm not gonna go over skinning them since there's so many guides/videos already online. I didnt think of doing this guide until after i finished so the pictures are of new/clean contacts. Sorry for any confusion this causes! step 1. open the battery compartment

step 2. clean whatever you can. i have no pictures of this but i used a combination of scraping the corrosion off with my xacto and cleaning it up with isopropyl soaked q-tips. ive heard white vinegar works really well but ive never used it. if you use white vinegar be careful not to get it inside the rest of the furby! also wipe it down after with water. (making sure its VERY dry before putting batteries inside. use distilled if at all possible. your water may have sediments or metals that could interfere with the batteries)

step 3. bend up the metal that connects the top right side of the contacts. wiggle them until they detach from the compartment. used an exacto or something similar to help with this if they're really stuck. be patient! this might take a while. ****If they really won't budge dont give up! You might need to scrape along the inside edge of the metal [or where you think the metal should be if theyre really rusted/corroded] with your exacto until you dig out a lot of the rust/corrosion. Then try and stab it repeatedly almost like slicing a bagel along the whole side inbetween the metal and plastic. Be careful not to hurt the plastic. Wiggle the exacto side to side all along the edge to break it free.*** Remove and dispose of the old contacts.

step 4. using the xacto and pliers do a similar thing to the other side. there are no metal flaps on this side so it requires more patience but keep going! i promise you'll get it out just be careful. once you get it detached from the back grip the spring with your pliers and pull it out that way.

Step 5. Do the same for the inner right side of the battery compartments. These are unique in that they have a long metal part coming off of the contacts. Remember this for later. You may have to open the casing to remove this part? I cant exactly remember. Just be careful and slow. I go over taking the casing off later on.

Ignore the rest of the contacts for now! Clean everything again to the best of your ability. It's time to take off the casing. There's six screws, two halves of the casing, and one back sensor button. Be careful taking the halves apart! There are speaker wires and I will detail how to do so.

Step 6. Take all six screws and the sensor button out. Keep them together!! They're small and rolly.

Step 7. Take off the casing. Start with the "pet" sensor facing you. Take off the Left casing completely. Crack the Right side a bit until you see the speaker. Grip both wires firmly. Tug it a little to get it out. It shouldn't take much pressure at all. Let the speaker hang and take off the Right casing.

If you tilt your furby up you'll see this spring. be carful with it! mine fell out so you might want to consider taking it out and putting it with your screws.

Pretty much the whole rest of this guide involves soldering. It's annoying but not something that will risk any electronics being destroyed so it's actually a pretty good beginner project.

Step 8. Turn on your soldering iron. Get your safety gear on.

Step 9. Desolder the wires on the side of the contacts and remove the contacts. You might have to really work at these ones! These were the worst ones in mine in terms of corrosion. Make sure there's no corrosion left on the wires. Be careful not to damage the wires with the iron.

Step 10. Clean the compartment again and make sure to get any corrosion on the internals (if there is any! mine didnt have any)

Step 11. Cut the tab off of one of the sets of contacts you have. Keep it and put it aside. Put this in the top Left slot in the compartment. Make sure to put the spring in the - slot and the dome in the + slot.

Step 12. Cut one of the contacts in half along the tab. Keep the tab on the spring side. Put it in the top Right slot in the - side. Bend the tab to secure it.

Step 13. Put the dome from the contacts you cut in half in the Left + slot. Put the tab BEHIND it and bend it to secure them. The domes on the contacts I got don't go out very far so I have to get creative.

Step 14. Cut two more contact sets in half. Cut a strip alll the way down the middle including the tab. Keep these strips for the next step.

Step 15. Solder one strip to the spring side a tabs width inside of the square. The strip should line up with the indent when placed into the compartment.

Step 16. Solder the second strip to the middle of the dome square. Solder another dome ontop of that to ensure the battery makes contact.

Step 17. Place these new contacts into the bottom right of the compartment.

Step 18. Cut another contact in half. Cut another strip off the bottom of a full contact set and THEN cut that contact in half. Solder the strips into the middle of the full spring and dome squares. Place them into the bottom Left of the compartment making sure the strips are through the hole that goes to the internals of the furby.

Step 19. Bend and trim both strips on the inside of the furby. Solder the wires to the bent strips. (Step 9 has a good pic of what its supposed to look like) Shove the second cut dome square behind the soldered in one in the compartment to ensure battery contact.

Make sure the metal contacts touches all the batteries and both long metal ends in the bottom right touches both top right bent tabs when the compartment is closed. It should now work perfectly! Put some batteries in and have fun. : ]

#furblr #furby #furby repair #furby 1998 #how to guide #furby community

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mygeekcorner · 1 year

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eight shows to get to know me. allegedly.

Tagged by @silversoulstardust

Babe what does this even mean??? What do you mean “get to know me”?? Shows that are the reason that I am the way I am?? That make people watch them and then go “yeah this explains so much about you”? Blorbos I project too hard on?? The vibes? The core memories??? The quoteability?? Which ones make me scream out loud the most?? What does it all mean?? You already follow my blog, you know which shows I'm obsessed with, but what shows do even give insight into anything besides what I like in stories??

But uh yeah. My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic. Easy pick. Whatever reasoning you want from the potential meanings of this tag game up there, it has it. The first three seasons are so good! Though I did drop it when Twlight became an alicorn, that just felt too much toy-selling show to me personally, same with equestria girls. But like I grew up watching old school MLP (G1), and I adored it. Then I reach 20 and suddenly FiM (G4 for those keeping track) comes out and it is such a gigantic blast from the past and damn if I didn't get hooves over head from the start. I was obsessed. I was one of the “mods are asleep, post ponies” people. And the way they fucking based Pinkie Pie on me? Like right down to the Pinkamena rock farm backstory? Scary stuff right there I’m tellinng you.

But 7 other shows to pick?

Monarch of the Glen is an old show, and I will admit that I haven’t Really watched it since I was in school but it has stayed in the back of my mind since I was like 10 so. I never cared for the main couple, as characters they are fine but even back then it felt like a “oh yeah, here’s two pretty people from opposite genders (and social status) and so we have to make them get together” which was Not what the show was about To Me! But just all the other interpersonal relationships? The parents romantic relationship? Top notch. The struggle of trying to please your parents but still doing your own thing? Trying to find out what that thing is? It does never get old. Also I had the biggest crush on Duncan and that does tell you so much about my type still lol

Galavant released the trailer and at first glance everyone already knew it was a very Me show. I’m not sure what it says about me, but it fits me very well. With the sense of humour, disney references, bursting into unprompted song, wanting to dress like a ren fair character, horseback riding, daring sword fights. A prince in disguise! I mean what. I don’t project on anyone super hard, but I do vibe like crazy to the whole thing, and the soundtrack is a banger that never truly leaves my brain.

Scrubs might just look like the silly little doctor comedy show, and it is! But it also has SO MUCH heart and I just love the lessons it comes with. Again, it’s been a hot minute since I watched it so I won’t vouch for how well the humour has aged, but that was never the point of the show either. The point of the show was watching people care about each other in all different kinds of relationships and so many of the more heartfelt exchanges still live in my soul even now. Like that time JD went to the “evil lab guy” everyone was scared of because he didn’t want his patient to have what the results said they did and the lab guy asked “do you Think I made a mistake or do you Hope I did?” and JD just said “I’m kinda hoping you did” and the whole scene softened and lab guy did the test again. I don’t know, that scene has lived rent-free in my mind for like 20 years whenever I hope things aren’t as bad as they seem, hoping that some higher power lab guy will take pity on me and say they mixed some tests up.

Malcolm in the middle is again just that silly chaotic show from when we were kids - sibling edition - but again it just has so much heart and I don’t know. Watching it again as an adult, yes sure, it has aged, but the big bits stay the same. How the parents Chose each other every day. How the kids might beat each other up with bricks but wouldn’t hesitate to turn to arson if anybody else tried to do the same to their brothers? Yes, it means a lot and even though I might not have “learned” as much from it as Scrubs, it still resonates with me about how growing up felt.

Until We Meet Again because at my heart I am a hopeless romantic who wants to believe in soulmates. It’s a pretty recent show in general, and I only watched it a year ago, but it felt like it understood me more than I understood it, so it is on this list anyway. But I will always hope that if someone meant enough to you and you meant enough to them you Will find your way back to each other, in this life or the next. Not saying this show didn’t absolutely destroy me, I spent 3 hours just crying and shaking after the first episode, and I think I spent a majority of the show being a dehydrated little blob, but it was so worth it. To watch both timelines fall in love and choose each other? To watch the modern timeline have friends and be happy among more than just each other? Everything I could have asked for. 12/10. For real.

Not sure what Goblin has to say about me. We’re all depressed and deserve a good cry and a hug? I guess it means that there is always hope for things to get better, in some way. Even if it doesn’t come about as you thought it would, or when you hoped. But there is always someone out there who cares about you, whether or not you know they do.

I can’t believe I almost forgot about Black Books! Fran is me and I will turn into Fran if bf ever does leave me rip. For real. I even used to have a marriage pact with a friend who was just like Bernard that stated if we both reach our 40s and are single we can be drunk and miserable together. So many of these moments get referenced on a daily basis in our home, everything from how “on no accounts must they know the real you!” to the Cleaner. Yes, if you watch this show it will explain so much about me. (Please don’t do that)

Okay, yeah. This only took like 4 days to complete lmao. Might have taken it a bit more serious than intended, but the theme of the game is just to wide and I didn’t only want “these are the shows I’m currently obsessing over” cause yall already follow me and know which ones those are.

Anyway to pass this on - and feel free to not take it as deadly serious as I did unless you are so inclined - I am now tagging @krippe90 @jacquelinesrumbottle @hobbitsus @imaginarydragonling @tbiris @ablazenqueen @topcatnikki @7nessasaryevils @wanderingwistfulness @happygomadhatter @nevergonnafallfor @genderfluid-faerie-bf and anybody else who might want to play

Edit: added links to the shows~~

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jokeringcutio · 1 year

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Update: The Man Who Claimed To Be Yours

Now that I have finally continued, I have rewritten the outline, adjusted the estimated length of the tale from 12 chapters in total, to 20 chapters. [ For those of you who don't know what I am talking about, you can check the story here ] As those of you who have read and been following the tale online know, I have uploaded 9 chapters in the past. That was with the original outline. The tale ended with Arthur having turned into the Joker and successfully kidnapping you, dear reader, already pregnant with his child. Can't have you all left stranded there, can I? What happens next: Things become more gritty and violent. I have rewritten chapters 10 and 11, and have kept some parts of 12 aside to be used in the tale later on. I had a bit of difficulty finding the right vibe now that the location has changed (no longer in your comfortable home or at the job) and Arthur has become the Joker. I didn't want to lose the feeling of the past chapters, which were mundane and full of smut. In my first drafts, the chapters lost that feel. Not enough smut. Too much I wanted to say in one go. Didn't work. I eventually found back the vibe and the right plot bunny to keep the tale interesting. Between chapter 9 and 10, I have added an interlude (so basically, an extra chapter), describing how the reader is taken by Joker and his new followers to a secret hide-out. I am currently writing chapter 14. This means we have 10, 11, 12 and 13 all written out as a draft. These chapters contain scenes which include cunnilingus, smut, a new friend for our Reader, a rescue plan, plotting against the Joker, violence and maiming (not against our Reader), jealous Joker, visibly pregnant Reader (and Arthur/Joker being all touchy because he wants to feel the baby kick) and well, there's loads more to come! Keep following me for more progress on the tale, snippets, and tidbits about what is going to come next. I plan to write the entire story till the end before I will publish it.

In the meanwhile, if you like my writing, feel free to browse my masterlist. New tales, drabbles and headcanons appear regularly. Feel free to send in suggestions and prompts as well, though I might be slow in responding to them. Make sure to check out my account for recent updates, as I usually post in a European time frame and I notice that many of my posts are overlooked because of it (which is why I sometimes decide to post prompt fills on different sites as well such as on AO3 ). If you liked The Man Who Claimed To Be Yours and are into Dark Romance/being kidnapped by an older man (with gorgeous dark hair and mental issues rofl) I can recommend my Black Phone Fanfic The Chance to make a Change. This story is complete in draft (so you won't have to wait 2 years or more to know the ending), and is currently being uploaded. It has the same kind of vibe as TMWCTBY. If you want to stick to our Arthur Fleck/Joker then I have tons of little fills written about him, as well as plans for new longer fics. I still want to continue The Princess and The Clown, perhaps rework it. But if you want something short that is complete, can I recommend No Family Man? If you like long-haired men, villains and age gap fics, then I would like to point you at the many Arthur Harrow fills I have written (don't worry, you don't have to have seen the Moon Knight series or read the comics. I haven't either). I am currently working on an asylum patient Harrow x Reader fic as well. Now, to end this post, I have posted a gif that is fitting for The Man Who Claimed To Be Yours. It's not the gif that inspired the entire tale, but it is pretty meaningful to it. I think many readers will know why. Hope you are all having a wonderful day, Yours sincerely, JokeringCutio

#Arthur Fleck #TMWCTBY #Arthur Fleck Joker #Joker 2019 #Arthur Fleck x Reader #Arthur Fleck x You #Joker x reader #joker x you #reader insert #dark romance #Arthur x reader #Arthur joker #joker #joker 2019 fanfiction #writing progress #personal note

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intubatedangel · 1 year

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Code Red : Chapter 8

I just wanted to say a big thank you to everyone who has messaged me about this story, and I wanted to apologise if I haven’t yet replied to you. This week got kinda busy out of nowhere, so I had less free time than expected, and this chapter was tough to write. A few things I wanted to include that took a while to actually make work. Sorry if it’s not quite up to the quality of the rest, I hope you all enjoy it anyway :)

Story Index

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Oh shit. He's cracking my chest open.

Anna felt the scalpel slicing through her skin, and the flesh beneath. The scissors brutally cutting the intercostal muscles. Then came the rib spreader. She could feel every pop, crack and shift of her ribs. It had to be Carl. Through all this she could feel other touches and pressure inside her abdomen. The surgeon was clearly occupied. Which left only him with the skills to do such a procedure.

It was such a clinical way to describe it. A procedure. He was tearing open her chest, ripping her wide open. She was only dimly aware of the clamp that pinched her aorta. The remnants of her mind were too focused on what was going to come next. She was a trauma nurse. She knew what an emergency thoracotomy entailed. What it led to.

Oh fuck.

The thought buzzed in her mind. She was mostly terrified. Going to such lengths. It rarely ended well. Maybe 1 in 20 patients actually lived once they got to the point that splitting their chest open was a good option.

The deeply buried kinky part of her was elated.

He's going to have our heart in his hands.

Will you give it a rest you horny bitch! The rest of her mind screamed.

Bizarrely, even trapped in a formless, lightless, soundless void, Anna got the distinct impression of a shrug.

We're basically fucked anyway. If it's going to be the last thing we feel, we may as well enjoy it.

The logic, macabre it may be, was hard to deny. If you had the opportunity to choose your final thoughts, sexual thrills were far better than terror and existential dread.

Then she felt his hands envelope her heart. If she'd been capable, she would have shivered as the full impact of it stuck her. Those strong, tender hands were cradling her little pump. His palm squeezed inwards, pushing upwards at the same time to force the blood from her ventricles.

Anna wasn't sure if it was thanks to the clamp on her aorta and the blood being pushed into her body by the rapid infuser, or if it was from those direct compressions. Either way, she felt the surges of blood through her upper body, joined by that feeling of becoming more present again.

That gave her pause. It had been so gradual she hadn't even noticed she'd been starting to fade again. The sudden increase in her perception brought it into stark clarity. Despite feeling all the sensations of the thoracotomy, she'd been unaware of the inflation of her lungs, great whooshing breaths driven into her by a rubbery bag. In her abdomen she could sense the surgeon moving discrete parts of her anatomy about, whereas before it had been little more than one singular sensation of something being done.

The increased lucidity had forced kinky Anna shrink back too. As much as you could try and choose sexual excitement, it couldn't stand up in the face of the overwhelming realisation that death was coming closer. She began to cling to that feeling of blood pulsing through her, of Carl's hands grasping her heart.

Oh, my love.

She'd been so caught up in her own mind, she hadn't considered what might be going through his. Breaking open the chest of the love of his life. Taking her heart in his hands, assuming direct responsibility for pumping it, trying to preserve the last vestiges of life that lingered within her.

How long has it been?

She cursed the timelessness of this limbo she was trapped in. It hadn't been too long. Not yet. She wouldn't be considering these things if it had been. But did they know that? How could they know that? Would they pick an arbitrary time limit? A specific sign?

If only I could tell them.

That made her wonder. Could she do something? She used every bit of focus that she had, pushing it towards her heart. Trying to mentally force it to react. It was her heart dammit, it should listen to her.

It did. At least partially. She felt it begin to quiver.

Holy shit.

She mentally gasped, elated that she managed to make something happen, to give herself a chance.

Holy shit....

A metaphysical dizziness washed over her. This time she felt herself rapidly fade, for a moment thinking she was going to go completely. The sensations in her abdomen slipped into formlessness again. The surging blood from Carl's internal compressions became, ironically, vague pulses. The only thing she could feel with any clarity was her heart itself. That quivering mass of muscle being crushed in Carl's palms.

A momentary pause.

Something else around her heart, pushing on it.

A blinding flash as the internal paddles shocked her heart.

Back to squirming, those weird spoon based compressions again.

Another flash, another shock coursing through her heart.

Her heart went back to shivering.

Carl's hands were back, compressing her fibrillating heart between them.

Come on.

Her mental voice sounded weaker.

Come on.

The paddles were back.

The flash cut through the empty blackness, blasting her heart.

Silence. Nothingness.

No. No. Please keep going.

Please.

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It was Dr Stelling shouting his name. He did not have time for her. Anna's heart had become still after the third internal shock. Trish's hands were already waiting for the paddles when he turned to her with them, allowing him to quickly get his hands back into Anna's chest and around her heart, resuming the rolling motion of his hands to create an artificial pulse around her body. He glanced towards the doors, but Stelling was hidden behind the figures of Lucy and Zach on the opposite side of the bed.

She had clearly been expecting him to respond. "DR TEAGUE!" She shouted again. "Would you care to explain what the hell is going on!?" She stepped into the trauma room, the door flapping loudly behind her. "First you abandon your patient. Then you steal away my surgical consult, and my emergency theatre spot, for a patient that apparently sprung up out of nowhere. And now I've just been informed you were potentially abusive to a technician!" It was obvious she was so wrapped up in her anger she wasn't actually paying attention to what was happening on the bed. "You had better have a damned good explanation!" She finished.

Carl still didn't respond, but he caught Lucy glance at him, then around at Stelling. The paramedic, in her big high-vis coat, stepped away, revealing the trauma bed. Stelling, who had been advancing towards the bed, pulled up short. First she clocked the open chest, Carl's hands disappearing into the gaping hole. He could almost see her eyes flickering, as they took in the rest of the bed. The abdominal surgery, the expanse of blood, the few patches of cloth beneath the body that weren't stained black. Blue. The same blue worn by Trish, Jessica, Sarah and Mark. He saw the anger on her face transform into horror, as her head slowly turned towards the top of the bed.

"What..." She gasped, recognising Anna easily, despite the blue tube holder hugging her mouth. She seemed to take a second to regain mobility, her feet dragging as she came up to the side of the trauma bed. "What happened?" She asked, gradually coming to her senses, her eyes drifting to the monitor and the flatline that ran across it.

How could he respond? Part of him wanted to roar out that the animal in the room across the hall had stabbed her, had tried, maybe even succeeded, to murder her. And for what? Because Anna had recognised the girl that his self-serving bullshit decisions had killed? Dr Teague was being overridden by Carl. The doctor could understand the young man's pain, a need to escape from the occasionally crushing aspects of reality. The lover was more than tempted to storm across the hall, find the biggest, sharpest, object in reach and do what his hind brain begged him to do. In that moment, the only thing stopping him was the fact that his hands, still squeezing her heart, were her only chance at seeing tomorrow.

It was Trish who managed to answer her. Somehow she'd managed to totally quash her earlier panic. How much had it cost her? To see her best friend, clinically dead before her, and shut that out in its entirety? Compartmentalisation did work, but not that quickly. Not without destroying something else.

"Two stab wounds to the upper abdomen. Severed renal artery, significant trauma to the abdominal aorta. She lost at least 2 litres of blood before discovery."

Stelling listened, engaging the clinician. She'd been working the trauma rooms for long enough that her own husband could have been on the table, and she would have followed the textbook.

"When did she loose cardiac output?" She asked, peering closer at the wounds.

This time nobody was willing to answer her.

* * *

Carl could hold up under Stelling's piercing gaze. Even Trish could. The other nurses were too cowed by her title and seniority. It was Sarah, still squeezing the ambu bag every few seconds, that cracked first.

"25 minutes." She whispered, her head bowed as if she was staring down at Anna's half open eyes.

Stelling seemed to sag, resting her hands on the edge of the bed as she looked down at her feet.

"Carl..." She murmured.

"She's had steady, consistent cardiac massage since she arrested. We've replaced her volume, repaired the worst of the bleeders." Carl told her. "We get a pulse back and she'll be alright."

"After 25 minutes? Not counting the hypoxic effects of the preceding hypovolemia...."

"We had her on the rapid infuser within 4 minutes of her arrest. She is not gone." Carl said, his voice strained, as if desperately trying to convince himself.

Stelling looked down at Anna's face, and Carl couldn't help but follow her gaze.

Despite everything happening to her body, she was so beautiful. Her hair spilling out around her head, ringlets forming at the tips. She'd always disliked them, at least when she was working, straighteners were part of her daily arsenal. But Carl loved them. The straighteners couldn't completely eliminate the little kinks and waviness of her hair, after a short time they would start to return. It would cascade down over her shoulders, so she usually trapped it in a tail to keep it out of the way. But once she released it, the waves framed her face in such a way that it made every expression so much more vibrant. Every smile was radiant, every frown a critical indictment, even if most of those were born of sarcasm.

As she lay there on the trauma bed, totally and utterly still, her hair was a painful contrast to the rest of her. Deep colour vs deathly parlour. Thick lush volume compared to a limp and lifeless form.

He kept on squeezing her heart between his hands as he saw her half open eyes, staring blankly into an infinite distance. Lower on her face the tube holder covered most of her mouth, but he could still see the glimmer of her teeth in the gap. And her lips, slack and pale. But was there a hint of colour in them?

"Carl... maybe you should step outside." Stelling sighed. "You're too close to this. To her."

Carl tore his gaze from Anna's features to look his boss in the eyes. He could feel the fire within him, flickering and spitting at the very suggestion that he leave Anna. The way Stelling seemed to pull back from the table suggested to him that she saw it too.

The shocked look that crossed her face quickly resolved into a frown.

"Carl. You have to think about what she would want. Could she truly live a half-life? Unable to care for herself, let alone others?"

"We aren't there yet." He said, but the words didn't have much strength. In truth, they were there. A trauma induced cardiac arrest was a short code. After 20 minutes the chance of a favourable outcome dropped off rapidly, and Anna was starting to approach 30.

Stelling clenched her own fists as she leaned on them, knuckles pressing into the firm mattress of the trauma bed. "Please don't force my hand Carl. We all want her to get through this. But I can't let you torture her body when everything she is has gone."

Carl shook his head. He loved Anna. If he could snap his fingers and trade places with her, he would do so in an instant. But Stelling had a point. A little longer and they would have no hope of saving Anna. Her body, maybe, but not that smart, caring, wonderful woman that had claimed his heart.

He wished they had taken a chance to really talk about their wishes in such a circumstance. Would she accept permanent disability? Being reliant on round the clock care? He already knew he would step up and do it himself if needed. But is that what she would want? Or would he be 'saving' her to assuage his own guilt? He cursed himself for not knowing, and again as he came to one conclusion. He didn't have it in him to make that choice for her. It simply hurt too much.

"5 minutes." He said, his voice losing the hardened edge as the reality settled upon him. Beyond that time, he would almost certainly be losing her in some way. "Give me 5 more minutes."

#Medical Drama #CPR #Intubated #Defib #Dark Cardiophilia #Resus writing #Anna Swift

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posting a 2008 ronnie interview here bc why not viva la information

full article under the cut! this was around 2008 when he was 61 and had an art exhibition, based on artworks he made in his studio in ireland

it's a REALLY interesting interview, and i'm glad i saved it a long time ago :D

a warning for discussions of alcoholism though! u__u i sort of understand bc some of his drinking was motivated by grief when he was young, his girlfriend got killed when he was traveling to a gig

Originally from the Financial Times: Lunch with FT: Ronnie Wood July 19, 2008 1:45 am by Rob Blackhurst Keith Richards once said, “If you are going to get wasted, then get wasted elegantly.” At 61, his fellow Stones guitarist, Ronnie Wood, embodies this louche creed. As he arrives in the reception of Dublin’s elegant Shelbourne Hotel for lunch, cutting a path through huddles of overly nourished politicians and businessmen, he’s dressed in the same size of super-skinny jeans, 28 waist, that he’s been wearing for the past 30 years, a pair of space boots that may once have belonged on an alligator’s back and a tight black shirt undone to the chest: the fruits of a trip to Prada before his daughter Leah’s wedding last month. But, even from 50 paces, it’s the luxuriant crow-black head of hair, flecked with only the tiniest hint of grey, that really marks him out as a Rolling Stone. As he greets me with a warm handshake and naughty, liquorice eyes, he says: “I don’t dye it either.” Alluding to his equally thin bandmates, he adds: “We’re all the same build, as well. It’s a good thing I didn’t join Fleetwood Mac.” We take our place in a booth in the newly refurbished Saddle Room, which is all mirrors and velvet and upholstered in a garish shade that might be described as boudoir gold. Wood squints uncomfortably. “Christ, it looks like Rod Stewart’s trousers,” he says.

The Shelbourne is Wood’s favourite Dublin haunt. “I’ve a good old affiliation with this hotel,” he says. “When we played the Point Depot five years ago we were based here. It was like the Stones coming home to my town.” Wood has lived in Dublin on and off since the early 1990s, when he bought a second home in the southern suburb of Sandymount, searching for a sanctuary for his art and music, and shelter from the British exchequer. He transformed the cow byre into recording studios and the stables into a personal pub called “Yer Father’s Yacht”. It seems a dangerous place for a fitfully recovering alcoholic like Wood; there are 20 more pubs within a square mile of his front door. He looks at the menu reluctantly: “I’m not really hungry at all,” he says. Eventually we opt for 12 oysters from County Clare followed by the seafood platter to share. Nothing stronger than caffeine is ordered, though Wood is going through another well-publicised bout of heavy drinking. “A friend came over last night – I hadn’t seen him for years. We had a few drinks. It ended up being seven in the morning.”

Though he has been woken up for the interview only an hour earlier, Wood is lucid and charming, especially when an espresso arrives to kick-start the conversation. I mention his latest art exhibition, Ireland Studio, a six-week show at his Scream gallery in Mayfair. The exhibition features paintings and pen-and-inks produced – mostly through the night – at his Irish pile over the past 10 years. Free of tour commitments – this year the Stones are on sabbatical after two and a half years on the road – he has been able to spend more time in Ireland with his two Great Danes.

Wood’s interest in art dates back to the early 1960s, when he was a student at Ealing Art College, but he took it up commercially for “grocery money” in the mid-1980s when he had blown a considerable portion of his Stones money on a cocktail of drugs and comically disastrous managers. He flicks through a pile of prints of the front garden of the Priory Clinic, where he has been a regular in-patient; moonscapes from the west of Ireland at night; and horses racing on the Irish turf. Sir Peter Blake and Lucian Freud are among fans of his art: “He [Freud] told Mick [Jagger] that he loves my landscapes. That’s a compliment, from the greatest living artist.” Tracey Emin is a friend: “She’s like my aunt. She rings me up every day to ask how I’m doing.” He pauses and confides mischievously: “Tracey thinks she can draw.”

Most of his collectors are Stones fans in the US: “The leading cancer-curing doctor in Florida – much to his wife’s chagrin – spends most of his money on my paintings. She says: ‘Oh, please don’t sell the house and buy another Ronnie painting!’ Though his portrait of the Stones in a Jacobean interior, “Beggars’ Banquet”, sold in 2005 to a private collector for $1m, he is pricing his Irish landscapes at between £10,000 and £50,000. Deals, he makes clear, can be struck.

Wood has become a kind of official portraitist to the court of celebrity over the past decade – ever since Andrew Lloyd Webber commissioned him to paint the famous patrons of the restaurant The Ivy in the early noughties. Now a Ronnie Wood sitting has become as much a signifier of the upper reaches of stardom as a Hello! wedding deal. His waiting list includes the Stones-mad French president, Nicolas Sarkozy: “I met him and Gordon Brown and he was desperately trying to put me on the phone with Carla Bruni. There are all these people like Scorsese, Clinton, Beckham...” but he trails off, as if bored of the fame whirligig: “I’m trying to get away from the commissions so that I can do what I want,” he says. “This new exhibition is more the stuff that I want to do – landscapes, dogs, horses.” The plate of oysters arrives. Wood is a fan of their nutritional properties. “They’ve got everything you need – all the vitamins and minerals. They keep the zinc up,” he says with a mock leer. Discussion moves to his other day job. I ask whether age has calmed Richards who, Wood recalled in his autobiography, used to hold an arsenal of guns and knives that would be drawn during band frictions. “It’s still on the verge, you know,” he deadpans. “Murder is still quite an easy option. You have to be on your toes all the time.” Nevertheless, Wood is more appreciated now by his fellow Stones than he was when he left the Faces to join them in 1975. For years, as a latecomer who joined when the band had already made their fortune, he had to negotiate his fee on a rising scale for every tour and album. “There was a 17-year apprenticeship,” he says. “Charlie and Bill stood up for me. Nice of them to do that, because they could have carried on looking the other way. I’m part of the empire, finally.” In spite of the Strolling Bones jibes, he thinks the Stones have never sounded better in their 45-year history than they did on the final dates of their tour at the O2 arena last August. He says there’s “talk in the air” of another tour next year.

It must feel odd, I say, to go from playing in front of a crowd of a million in Rio to sitting at home. He becomes melancholic. “I’m more lost when I’m not on tour. I’m in a bit of a muddle at nine o’clock – ‘Where’s the stage?’ On tour there are people directing and supervising you. And then when you finish it’s like, ‘Sit down and watch TV.’ Sometimes I get so bored I think I’ll have a drink. I don’t mean any harm but I just go off the rails.” He points out, however, that he did manage to catch himself last month when he checked in for treatment ahead of his daughter Leah’s wedding so that he didn’t miss the big day. A torrent of alcohol runs through Wood’s life. His account of his upbringing in a council house in Middlesex, the third son of “water gypsies” who had left their barges for dry land, sounds like a preparatory school for a career in rock ‘n’ roll. His father, Archie, played in a 24-piece harmonica band that toured the racetracks of England. At home, there were weekend singalongs around the piano that got so boisterous that a crack appeared in the middle of the house. When the family lawn was dug up 1,700 Guinness bottles were discovered. This may sound impossibly romantic, but his relationship with drink turned darker when, while he was still a teenager, his girlfriend was killed travelling to one of his first gigs: “When Stephanie got killed I sort of drowned my sorrows,” he tells me, “and I suppose I’ve never looked back since.” Does he worry about his own health? He’s dismissive: “Here I am at 61 and I’ve never felt better. I’ve never had a cleaner bill of health. I was just in the Mayr Clinic in Austria. They said, ‘We want to use you as an example of how we want people to end up.’ They said I had the body of a 40-year-old.”

As our seafood platter arrives, Wood dips straight into the crab claws. “These are really cool. I don’t know which sauce you put on them.” As he plumps for the shallots and vinegar, the conversation turns to Jimi Hendrix, with whom he shared a flat for six months in the late 1960s. “He didn’t think he was any good as a singer. I used to say, ‘Don’t worry about that voice.’ He used to obliterate real life by being stoned all the time – and he couldn’t handle it. He didn’t realise how good he was.” His last memory of seeing Hendrix alive, the night before he died in 1970, is haunting. “He was leaving Ronnie Scott’s [jazz club]. He had his arm around a girl and he looked really sad. I went out after him and said, ‘Jimi, you didn’t say goodnight.’”

I try to lighten the mood by asking about the Wood clan – who all seem to have found jobs in the family business. He married Jo, a former model, 23 years ago after splitting with his first wife Krissie, another model. Jo is on the Stones payroll as his dresser and assistant on tour, in between running her organic beauty products business. His stepson Jamie is his manager, and his youngest son Tyrone is curating Wood’s latest exhibition at Scream.

The “Little Red Rooster” ringtone on Wood’s phone sounds. He seems agitated. The call brings news, he says, of The Sun door-stepping his home in Kingston, south-west London. A few days after our lunch I realise that he had been given news that the paper was about to write a story about how during the week of our meeting, he was holed up with a young Russian waitress. Whatever domestic earthquakes are going on in the background, he returns quickly to conviviality, suggesting we finish lunch with a drink elsewhere. Though he is great company, it’s something of a relief when his PR appears to steer him to his next engagement and saves me from making the decision. As we leave the hotel, the kitchen staff lift their ladles and knives in salute, out on the street car horns honk, and Wood poses for an endless round of photos with passers-by, loving every second of it. “That’s always been a big problem with me,” he says with a grin that fades to exasperation: “I find it hard to get old and hard to say no.”

‘Ireland Studio’ is at Scream, 34 Bruton Street, London W1 until August 17; www.screamlondon.com The Saddle Room The Shelbourne Hotel, St Stephen’s Green, Dublin 2 12 x Clare Atlantic oysters €33.00 1 x Seafood platter €44.00 3 x Espresso 13.50 Total €90.50

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polyamorouspunk · 1 year

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hi! I'm a punk going out into the world soon (aka graduating high school) and I'd really appreciate any general life tips you have, whether it be financial or social or genuinely anything.

thank you so much!

1. While graduating high school is a huge social shift, in reality you’re ever-growing and ever-changing as a person. You know that cringe stuff you did as a freshman and a sophomore? Well in 3 years you’re going to look at yourself now ~17 y/o and be like “wow that was some dumb shit!”

2. On that note, you’re messing up. You’re constantly fucking up. It happens. Even after high school minor things still feel like the end of the world (or maybe just when you have bpd) but chances are you’re just tired, stressed, overworked, etc. honestly we say “everything is a crisis when you’re in high school” like yeah? You’re restricted to when you can eat meaning you’re often hungry, you don’t get enough sleep, you’re forced to do a ton of work, constantly socially shamed and shamed if you don’t understand something, like yeah when you’re that consistently high-strung and in a constant state of stress of course everything feels like the end of the world.

3. You still hold problematic beliefs you need to unlearn. You’re messing up, like I said. You’re going to say and post things now that are NOT going to age well. It happens. It’s not the end of the world.

4. You know when you’re 5 and you’re like ‘when I’M an adult, I’m going to eat ice cream for BREAKFAST EVERY DAY!’? The appeal of that wears off when you’re older. It’s great to have the freedom to do something if you want, and you’ll act on that, but having that freedom makes it a lot less tempting, especially when you’re old enough to understand the consequences. There’s a reason we all aren’t aren’t eating ice cream for breakfast every day. But some of us are eating ice cream for breakfast some times.

5. You now have much more free time. After a while you might not know what to do with all that free time. You might sit on the couch and scroll on tumblr for hours if you don’t already. You aren’t wasting time. You have the time to be able to do that now. Enjoy it.

6. Relationships take actual effort to maintain after high school. They take actual planning.

7. It’s actually a lot easier to commit crimes than you think.

8. It’s fine to do drugs just do them smartly. Same with changing the song while you’re driving.

9. People don’t actually change after high school, and there’s a chance someplace you end up working or going to school is going to be just like that. It sucks.

10. Hindsight is 20/20 especially when trying I figure out if you should have been nicer or meaner.

11. The best therapy you’ll ever get is in a chair in a tattoo parlor with someone stabbing you.

12. Real therapy is expensive, hair dye is cheaper and lasts longer, but it does not give you the tools to help solve your problems, only make you feel better about them in the short term.

13. “If you don’t like your therapist get a new one” but literally no one is ever taking patients these days so if you don’t like your therapist you’re probably stuck with them tbh.

#mutuals add things #punk gets mail #the punk gives shitty advice

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Mia please I need advice on how to build a roster or even start going on dates w other women in the first place like I swear I’m not a loser I just don’t know where to start. For context I’m a femme lesbian who likes butches/mascs ….any advice will be appreciated thank u kindly ……

okay i am so bad at answering asks but i'm gonna try to give you a rundown and tell you some stuff based off of my experience

so i'm like pretty feminine presenting i guess (i dress "comfortably," tomboyish, idk), would not say i lean strictly masculine in terms of how i present myself. i keep my options pretty open. uhhh, i'm american, so i use like. dating apps in america. i'm 20. waves my hands. yktv ok just some context.

dating apps are fun. get into dating apps. i like hinge because you can set your location to wherever you want and it's free and that been be super useful if you happen to live in a small town or any place that doesn't have a big lesbo community. pro is that you can set your location wherever you want (set it to mass or anywhere in the upper northeast, bitches are gay as fuck up here -- by like uvm, mount holyoke, downtown boston, or new york, pennsylvania too surprisingly). con is that you can set it to anywhere you want, and that might put you in a long-medium distance situation so be ready for that/mindful of that or just have a car.

i would say that hinge is also good because it learns your taste after a while. so if you only swipe on masculine presenting women, then it'll pick up on that after a while and begin to only show you women who are masculine presenting. pretty cool

going on dates, and flirting with women. im not gonna say too much here bc you said you're not a loser so i think you got it but generally speaking like, when it comes time and you've got a girl in your dms and let's say you're somewhat close, don't hold back. if you catch a vibe, you can be like heyyyy im gonna be in your cityyyy dadadada we should go for coffee. let's link, let's do something. or let them know, and be like we should do something, and let them make the plans. keep them held to that. and by this point like, definitely make sure that 1) you know this person is real obvi 2) you've exchanged #s /socials with them, or at least after you've agreed to go on a date -- this is a me thing, it makes things feel a little more set in stone for me personally. and do not just settle for casual hookups. some women will hit you up on some like, oh let's just link or makeout or come to my dorm, and if that's your jam, i would say go for it but i would also caution you. however, if you want more than that there are a hundred percent women who are more than willing to like, take you ice skating, take you on a picnic, go for a walk somewhere, etc. don't settle. be patient, but don't settle

and when it comes to dating generally speaking, define your boundaries. say what it is that you want, and honor that, and honor what the other person wants as well. things may change, but it's important to make sure that everyone is on a good playing field before you really delve into things past like, a first date. things can be casual still obviously after the second date, third date, what may have you, however, but again, good comunication is important so just make sure that y'all are on the same page even if it's just casual and you're feeling things out. like, are you exclusive? do you wanna be? if you're gonna kiss at the end of your dates, make sure you both know what that means, if anything at all? etc.

and i guess the last and perhaps the most unhelpful thing is like, just keep your options very broad in terms of where you're looking but i'd also encourage you to be careful. i met some girls on my roster through like, a social media app meant for college students that i downloaded bc of my school (yik yak, dead ass). people pop up from anywhere.

i hope this was helpful. i kinda wanna say more but im trying to find things to say and it is hard because i am so sleepy

#mia what are you talking about #mwah #lowkey?#mia's dating column

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flyingraijin · 1 year

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VARIOUS CHARACTERS X READER

Dynamic: Loss of virginity au

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only!

Status: Ongoing

Current Word Count: 49,748

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 YEARS OR OLDER!

All entries exist in the same au but are standalone - entries do not need to be read in order, however it is recommended.

Related Links: main masterlist + ao3 + series playlist

Summary: When the time is right and you're finally ready to give your first to the person you love.

(Or, alternatively; the My Hero characters fuck for the first time)

CHAPTER INDEX

Entry 01 | Silver On Forest Green

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x AFAB!reader

Warnings: Swearing, virginity loss, oral (m+f receiving), mentions of masturbation, creampie, multiple orgasms, soft Izuku, hella unrealistic (this is not what a first time is like at all)

Summary: After dating Izuku for a while, you and he both feel ready to take the next step in your relationship.

(Or, alternatively; Izuku fucks for the first time)

Word Count: 7360

Release Date: 20 September 2021

Entry 02 | Sweet (Like Honey)

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader

Summary: When Katsuki finds out in the worst way possible that Deku is, in fact, not a virgin anymore, he takes matters into his own hands and decides to seek you out.

(Or, alternatively; Katsuki fucks for the first time)

Word Count: 10 377

Release Date: 11 October 2021

Entry 03 | Body As A Temple

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x fem!reader

Summary: You can hear them when they whisper behind their hands. Always. And it hurts as the doubt starts to kick in. But maybe, just maybe Shinsou knows how to help.

(Or, alternatively; Hitoshi fucks for the first time)

Word Count: 11 683

Release Date: 18 December 2021

Entry 04 | Sickly Sweet

Pairing: Hanta Sero x reader

(Or, alternatively; Hanta fucks for the first time)

Word Count: 15 606

Release Date: 22 January 2022

Entry 05 | Cookies ‘n Cream

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x reader

Warnings: Forbidden romance, first time au, third year au, soft smut, hand jobs, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex

Only, you've never been the most patient person. And after years of hiding your feelings and your need for him, he's right there now, in your room, close enough to touch.

(Or, alternatively; Shoto fucks for the first time)

Word Count: 12 440

Release Date: 09 July 2022

COMING SOON!!

Entry 06 | One Man’s Treasure

Pairing: Eijirou Kirishima x reader

Warnings: TBA

Summary: TBA

Word Count: TBA

Release Date: TBA

There’ll probably be more but I’m too lazy to think about them now

#the virginity chronicles #the virginity chronicles masterlist

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princessmia-tarot · 8 months

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Hi, i hope all is going well for you!

i saw you were doing free readings so i just wanted to ask if the guy that i’m currently dating (K) is going to be in my life for a long time? or like if we are going to last as i would hope us to. i just want to know what sort of path/relationship this will sort of be

j.j 💝💝💝

Hello J.J,

I'd be happy to provide some insights into your current relationship with K. The 7 of Pentacles reversed can suggest a need for assessment and reevaluation in your relationship. Here's some guidance:

Reflect on Goals: Take some time to reflect on what both you and K want from this relationship. Are your long-term goals and values aligned? Are you on the same page regarding important aspects of life, such as family, career, and lifestyle?

Open Communication: Communication is key. Make sure you have open and honest conversations with K about your expectations, desires, and any concerns you might have. This can help clarify your path together.

Assess the Connection: Consider the quality of your connection. Are you both emotionally invested in the relationship? Do you share a deep bond? It's important to nurture and strengthen the emotional aspects of your connection.

Challenges and Growth: Every relationship faces challenges. It's normal. The key is how you both handle them. Relationships can grow stronger through overcoming obstacles together.

Stay Present: While it's natural to think about the future, try to stay present in your relationship. Focus on building positive experiences and memories together in the here and now.

Trust Your Instincts: Trust your intuition and feelings about the relationship. If you have a strong sense that K is the right person for you and that the relationship has potential, that's a positive sign.

Flexibility: Be flexible and adaptable. Relationships can evolve and change over time. Be willing to adapt to each other's needs and circumstances.

Ultimately, the longevity and success of your relationship with K will depend on how well you both communicate, grow together, and navigate the challenges that come your way. It's a shared journey, and it can be what you both make of it. Keep the lines of communication open, be patient, and take it one step at a time. I wish you all the best in your relationship journey! 💝🌟

Mia ♥

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Hi, while I understand not that many rad women here probably have children, do you (or any other ladies here) have good, female-centred advice I could give my daughter about starting periods? I feel a bit guilty, as I don't actually have them anymore due to birth control - haven't had a period since 2014 - and I want to make her experience as trouble and pain free as possible?

I'm finding her confidence has started to shake more than it used to now as well, and wondering if the changes signaling the possible start of her periods soon have anything to do with it?

She has some good female friends at school, and is looking forward to joining Guides (like Girl Scouts in the US), so I think that is going to be great for female role models and friendships.

She also knows what a period is and how it works - just feel bad that it's something she is likely to struggle with, and I don't.

Oh this is SUCH a lovely message to receive, I’m really honoured to have been sent it! Thank you!

I’ll put some thoughts below, and I’m going to open it up to the community, so please interact with your thoughts, ladies.

I don’t have children, so this is from the perspective of a former teenage girl. With that said, my advice:

Be open about your experiences, make sure she knows she can ask you anything, but also allow her her privacy.

Seek out any representations of period media you can find, to give her a range of experiences to refer to, or ask other trusted women/girls in her life if they’d mind answering any questions - sometimes it’s easier to be vulnerable at a remove.

Make sure you keep good stock of a range of period products, easily accessible. Same with hot water bottles, heat packs, painkillers, clean bedding, comfy clothes, etc.

Allow her grace if she’s tired, or frustrated, or bad-tempered. She might want to be terrifically grown up, she might want to revert back to being a small child - be patient while she works herself out.

If after some time the two of you think her experience is atypical - irregular, heavy, painful, etc - find a doctor or nurse who is informed on the topic to consult with, because there are medications (non-hormonal) that may help.

Love her - not that I need to say it, since I can see you’ve got it covered.

Also - well done, you. You’re doing wonderfully. She’ll be grateful to you (possibly not for a while, puberty is quite attention consuming, but probably by her mid-20s?) for caring and trying, even if you don’t always get it right first time. Give yourself grace too. Thank you again for the lovely message!

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spoops-inliyue · 2 years

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— Request rules

[ Requests: Open - 0/20 slots filled ]

[ General request info ]

I write for most of the characters in Genshin (I think) but I might turn down requests because I don't feel confident in writing certain characters well enough

A maximum of 4 characters per headcanon request

I can say no to requests if I’m not comfortable with them due to anything that I haven’t already specified

If you don’t specify the gender of the reader, I will just do gender neutral a reader or whatever reader I feel fits the request best

You can just send me a prompt without a specific character and I will choose the character that I will write it for if you want to but please specify if you want me to choose

I will do my best to put trigger warnings in all of my work and feel free to tell me if there is anything triggering that I haven’t tagged but keep in mind I do sometimes make mistakes. Even if the tag itself is not there, the trigger warnings will be stated at the top of the post

It might take me a little while to finally get then fully done and posted since I’m also trying to keep up with life and things but I promise that I will get them done so please be patient because I get burnt out quite easily hence why my spaces for requests are limited

In any works in which I'm writing for characters that are children the MC will be either the same age as them or it will be exclusively platonic or familial. In cases where they are the same age, I will only write them as adults or at least over 16 in time skips (with an age appropriate MC) if they are in romantic or alluding to romantic relationships

[ What I will write ]

Headcanons, drabbles, fics and scenarios

Reader of any gender reader (male, female, non-binary, trans, gender fluid etc…)

Lgbtq+ relationships (romantic, queer-platonic etc...)

Polyamorous relationships

Character x character (within reason of course)

Character x oc (providing that I am given information about said oc(s) like personality, appearance etc…)

Things to do with religion/ culture as long as I know enough about the given area (providing that they are respectful)

Character death, gore, injury etc…

Aus (as long as I have enough information about them but not a/b/o under any circumstances)

Yandere

Mental heart related requests (withing reason)

[ What I won't write ]

Nsfw/ explicit content

I refuse to do incest or paedophilia or anything of the sort

Cheating (though this depends on the circumstance)

Rape/ sexual assault/ sexual harassment

Child death

Human trafficking of any form

Pregnancy/ childbirth. Requests related to parenthood and the like are okay, just not pregnancy or labour itself

If there is anything that I haven’t covered here or isn’t very clear, feel free to ask me about it 💛

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