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sigmadolos · 1 year

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Anonymous said: Proshippers aren’t drama hun, they’re vile pedophiles using RP to whack off to. If you are okay following people like that.I’m gonna warn all my bsd moots to block you asap for condoning nasty shit

In all my years on Tumblr I’ve never had to deal with this sort of bs and I don’t like to give voice to hate, but alright here we go. Although I am fighting the flu and is like 5 a.m. so maybe not my most coherent post.

Anon, I don’t see you posting hate about Kafka Asagiri? You know, the man who WROTE BSD and the characters? The one who allows for child soldiers to blow themselves up? Who blew up a bus full of orphans? Who has Dazai abusing the shit out of Akutagawa? Or Naomi and Junichirio (esp Bones for this one) ? That’s problematic my friend. MOST media is problematic. But people LOVE Fyodor, they LOVE Dazai, but heaven forbid someone like’s Mori or some of these other characters. You can like a character and not condone what the character does. Dazai kills, Fyodor kills, Chuuya kills, Sigma kills. Does that mean I condone killing because I write a character that kills? No. Nor do i condone the religious extremism of Fyodor, or the torture Nikolai puts people though, or a million other things in media that I like. Also, I like mythology and let me tell you. That shit is problematic as fuck but funny enough, a lot of people even anti’s are like well no, THAT’S okay! Which.......I genuinely do not understand. Like...why is THAT okay? I do genuinely want to hear an explanation for that.

I don’t deal with the whole pro/anti shipper drama that goes around these days. But if I don’t like something? I block it. Be it a person, a ship tag, a character tag, whatever it is. YOU are responsible for curating your space. There are ships I loathe, ships that disgust me and I never ever want to see, and so I block those tags and that’s that. Easy, drama-free, and now my space is free from it. At the end of the day, it’s YOUR (well my in this example) responsibility to curate your online space. And that’s what blocking is for. I can recommend Tumblr Servant as an extension, you can write a URL or tag or whatever in it and have it so it’s not just blocked but just never appears if the URL is mentioned anywhere in the post. There’s a lot of subjects that need to be handled VERY carefully like abuse and mental illnesses and such, and I for one would never ever write certain topics in RP or ever, like pedophilia or rape & so on and so forth. And I don’t follow those who do because it makes me uncomfortable to see in RP. If your issue is DazAku and DazAtsu (which doesn’t?? even apply to me??) in both cases they’re 2 years different and both are 20+ ? And if its something about it not being perfectly healthy, boy do I have news for you because Soukoku, Fyolai, Fyozai, Shin-Soukoku, a lOT of those aren’t healthy from where they stand in canon. Not fanon, but canon. I will never, ever send death threats to someone, least of all over fiction. Because let me tell you, a lot of the real life authors? Very Problematic by today’s standards and sometimes their own.

Also, frankly, i’ve been in the Hunter x Hunter fandom and there’s way worse there. Like...canonly. FYI since I know the blog sending this or at least one, KuroKura isn’t underage (though far from my cup of tea for many other reasons) , Kurapika is 18/19 in that arc and Chrollo is somewhere close to 24/26 ish. Not my cup of tea for many reasons, but figured I’d point that out for you so you might want to delete that post if you’re trying to make that blog a good ‘evidence’ source.

While I’m at it. You can LIKE a character and despise what they do and who they are. There’s characters i HATE, but I can appreciate how they’re a good hero, antihereo, or villain, or how they move the plot forward. Characters are (optimally) vehicles for the narrative. A character can be WELL written and despicable, some are written PURPOSEFULLY for the audience to hate that character as a character.

Anyways, there’s my stance on things. If you want to soft or hardblock me, that’s fine. I’m not going to hate you for it, or stalk you over it, or whatever else people do. Please do whatever makes you comfortable. I will not perpetuate this circle of hatred. If I write with someone you don’t like, either block their tag (i tag it all) or if you need to softblock, that’s fine too Your health matters.

#drama tw #i hope this post is coherent enough #but here you are anon #if you want to block me then go for it #whatever you need to do to feel comfortable #ooc || an absolute mythology nerd

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wierdautumn · 3 years

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the fact that the “weirdautumn” url is taken by someone who’s just NAMED autumn and also hasnt posted since 2013 makes me so mad

#give me your url or ill blow both of us up #kitten kries

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writing-fool · 4 years

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mlqc | special kind of sadness

I’ve been having strange dreams lately. Maybe it’s because of the quarantine, or maybe because of my messed up sleep schedule. I don’t actually have severe nightmares, but somehow an idea for Victor + nightmares came up. It was going to be very short, so I included other types of comforting scenarios. Ahh...besides that, you might have noticed my url is writing-fool, right? It’s actually based off of a Korean song called Swimming Fool. But I think it fits with MLQC too, what with Lucien calling us ‘his little fool’ sometimes~ What a happy coincidence...

Love,

Warning(s): TW! Lucien’s scenario includes a panic attack.

Victor

You’re all about showing the world that you’re a grown woman with big girl pants on. You’re especially keen on proving to Victor that you can handle yourself, thank you very much. Even though he’s supposed to be your soft, loving boyfriend, he seems to grow stricter the longer you’re together.

“Really? You’re not capable of being a producer if you can’t even get these reports done.” Ouch. Your life doesn’t seem to be getting easier anytime soon.

So...you chalk it up as a grave, grave moment of weakness when you instinctively call his number at three in the morning, after waking up in a cold sweat. By the second ring, you regret your rash decision. What if he’s asleep? What if he thinks I’m some kind of weak child?

By the third, he answers.

“What. Why are you still awake?” His voice sounds as strict as ever. ‘Why are you still awake?’ is a question you would’ve asked if you were in a clearer mindset. Alas, this situation allows little clarity.

You decide against hanging up. I’m bothering him already, might as well apologise. “I-I must’ve misdialled. Sorry to bother you,” you mumble. You hate how your hoarse voice and ragged breaths betray the sobs that have barely subsided.

“...I’m coming over,” is all Victor says before abruptly hanging up.

It’s a twenty minute drive from his luxurious penthouse to your apartment, but you know he’ll make it in fifteen. Running to the bathroom, you try to fix your appearance to make you look more like a successful producer, and less like a woman gone mad. But while your hair can be combed down and your tears can be wiped away, nothing works against your bloodshot eyes, shaking hands and pale complexion.

The doorbell rings, and you’re in full panic mode. You really don’t want him to see you like this. But without him, you’re probably not sleeping tonight. Also, he’s here already. Wiping your sweaty palms on your pyjama pants one last time, you open the front door.

Even when he has his sleeves rolled up, shirt partly unbuttoned and hair mussed from running his hands through it, Victor is handsome. But today, you can’t bare to look at him. Your apartment floor suddenly seems incredibly interesting.

A small gesture encourages his entrance. The door is barely closed again, and he’s already got his arms wrapped around you, your face pressed against his chest. The warmth of his hug and his rapidly beating heart open the floodgates again, and while your boyfriend strokes your hair, you sob your fears out on his black dress shirt.

Later, when you’re both huddled in your queen-sized bed, he asks you why you didn’t tell him about the nightmare right away. “I thought you’d think I’m pathetic or something. You’re always so strict.” You look up at him, mouth formed into a small pout.

For a moment, he’s dumbfounded. Maybe he never considered the idea? Victor hesitates, before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry,” he sighs, “I’ll be more considerate from now on.”

And as Victor rubs your shoulder, legs intertwined with yours, you doze off under the cloudy night sky. But not before hearing his sweet whispers. “Lean on me more, next time. I’ll always be by your side.”

Lucien (TW: panic attack, minor mentions of death)

Disclaimer: I know this could be taken wrongly. I have no intention to romanticise mental illness. It isn’t something that makes you broken, nor is it a ‘fun’ or ‘special’ thing. The story is partially taken from my experience, so I know how this feels. I wrote this as a way to bring awareness in a light manner, and to show that sometimes, panic attacks can be alleviated with someone around. I hope it brings comfort to those who wish they had someone in moments like these.

Listening to Lucien’s lectures tends to transport you back to the time when you were still a university student. Ah, it is a nostalgic feeling. A part of you misses being in school; going out with friends, listening to the teachers drone on about various subjects, eating in the school’s cafeteria.

But if there’s one thing you don’t miss, it’s the immeasurable amounts of stress. So why is that the thing I’m reliving right now?

As a young adult, you struggled with anxiety and spontaneous panic attacks, rendering you vulnerable to a work overload. You’d think it’d gotten better, especially since you have to deal with a lot of projects as a head producer nowadays. However, it seems as though old habits do die hard...This week has been particularly taxing—emotionally, what with your father’s death anniversary, and mentally; an important and popular show just got compromised by one of the actors’ companies. All that, and the prospect of an even tighter schedule during Christmas season has sent you into a full-blown panic attack.

Your initial plan was to just...ride this one out. That’s what you always did as a child. In an hour or two, your hands will stop cramping, your tears will stop falling, your breathing will return to normal, right? But it seems fate, and Lucien, disagree. I forgot I gave him the key to my apartment.

Lucien senses something is wrong when you don’t come out to greet him by the door.

“My love? Are you alright?” he yells out. Hearing little besides your irregular breathing, he kicks his shoes off, speeding towards the living area. You’re sat on the white sofa, knees to your chest, shoulders heaving and thick tears streaming down your face.

Lucien’s brows furrow in deep concern as he kneels down by your form. Even though he’s right in front of you, your eyes do not meet his. You’ve gone too deep in your own shell to even be able to acknowledge his presence. A tentative hand removes one of yours from its tight grasp on your other arm, and Lucien lets out a sigh of relief as he feels your hand clutch his. He takes it as a sign to lift you fully into his arms, and takes a seat on the sofa.

“Breathe. In,” he mimicks a deep inhale, “and out.” Lucien blows out, repeating the motion a couple more times. He rubs your back and your hands, constantly alternating between helping you breathe and gently uttering soothing phrases.

“Easy, I’m here with you. Do you feel my heartbeat?” When your hands have finally relaxed out of their cramped up form, he presses one of them against his chest. The slow, rhythmic thumping grounds you. Lucien. A stiff nod from you makes a soft, wry smile appear on his face. “Good girl. You’re getting there, my dear. Just stay with me, here. You’re doing great.”

You don’t know how much longer you stay like that. All you know is that he stays with you through the entire attack. Hours later, you two are having a steaming cup of tea at the dinner table.

“I’m sorry you had to see that. I didn’t want you to worry,” you mutter sheepishly.

“Don’t be ashamed of yourself,” Lucien’s violet eyes bore deep into yours, “Besides, how could I not worry when someone so dear is having a hard time?”

You shrug, a defeated look on your face. Your fingers fidget with the wood of the dinner table, until Lucien swiftly takes your hand in his again.

He sighs. “Take tomorrow off. I’ll take care of you.” Even though his tone is soft, Lucien leaves no space for argument. You know you should agree. There’s no way you could function properly if you were to go to work tomorrow.

“...Thank you.”

Lucien brings your hand to his lips, leaving feather-light kisses on your knuckles. “No thanks needed. You can be greedier with me.”

Gavin

There’s perhaps no person in the world who enjoys rejection. Sure, there may be those who bounce back quickly, those who see rejection as a new opportunity. But rejection, failure in itself, doesn’t evoke positive feelings.

As the producer of Miracle Finder, you’ve gotten used to rejection; it was hard to get the show back on track during the first year or so. Maybe you were arrogant, thinking it’d get better, or less painful, the more often you got rejected.

Things did get better, and last week you were even offered a deal with Loveland TV for a second weekly show. The company had seen the success Miracle Finder had, and had offered you the chance to come up with something wholly original. Something...you. That night, a mere week ago, you took the girls out for dinner and drinks. You were on cloud nine that day. In hindsight, maybe it was karma. Maybe I jinxed it. Cheered too soon, and all that.

This morning, you got a devastating e-mail that stated, in polite (but somehow still rude) terms, that your new show would not be broadcasted. The relaxed mood at the office rapidly turned somber once you mentioned the unfortunate decision. Your employees decided to give you some space afterwards. Not being able to stand the sadness, and feeling somewhat bad for them, you sent everyone, yes, including Anna, home early.

By three p.m., you’re the only one left at the office. You sit at your desk, head in your hands. I know it isn’t the end of the world...but right now, it almost feels like it is. With a deep sigh, you push yourself up, heading to the small kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea. Maybe you’ll have a biscuit too. Anything to cheer yourself up.

Your mind automatically goes to Gavin, and without thinking it over too much, you dial his number. After a couple of rings, your call goes to voicemail. Stupid. He’s probably working. I’ll just leave a message.

“Hey babe, it’s me. I-uh, the thing I mentioned last week? The new show deal with Loveland TV? Yeah, that’s not happening,” your voice cracks halfway through the last sentence as you try to push down the disappointment that bleeds through, “I’m staying late today. Need some time to-to process things. I’ll be fine. Love you, hope you’re safe.”

Time passes agonisingly slowly, so slowly you might as well think Victor’s behind it, while you dive into a mountain of work. It distracts you from today’s events. but the lingering sadness is still present in the back of your mind.

Around eight, you start cleaning up your desk, shutting down your computer and gathering the papers. A knock on the window catches your attention as you’re about to head out. You turn around, noticing a tall figure on the balcony outside. Gavin! You hastily run back, opening the sliding door for Gavin to enter.

“Hi,” That’s the most awkward thing you could say. “I didn’t know you would come. Did you hear my message? You really didn’t have to...” you trail off when Gavin wordlessly opens his arms to you. His golden eyes look anywhere but you, and a slight blush is visible in the dark room, only illuminated by the bright lights outside.

You gingerly step into his arms at first, clutching the back of his signature denim jacket tighter as time goes on. A couple of stray tears that you’re not able to hold back create wet splotches on his shirt. “I’m sorry,” you mumble, your voice muffled by the soft fabric.

“No biggie. Are you feeling alright?” he asks you. A non-committal shrug is all you respond with. “I know it was a big project for you.”

“Yeah, I don’t really know what to do now.”

Gavin bends down a little, kissing the crown of your head. “You move on, and you don’t give up.”

You fall into comfortable silence. Gavin’s thumb rubs up and down your waist, soothing you. “...Have you ever been rejected?” you suddenly ask him.

Gavin chuckles. “Sure I have. I got rejected by my very first love.”

You raise your head to look up at him. Gavin sees his own reflection in your large, teary eyes, and smiles. “And what happened then?” you ask, your voice lightly tinged with jealousy. Who was his first love?

“Well, she’s in my arms now, isn’t she?” Even though he’s embarrassed to say the words, Gavin forces himself to look at you. At those eyes that shine with love for the world, for him.

Bonus:

“Come on, I’ll take you home.” you pull out of the embrace to get your coat by the coat hanger, opening the door to head out again, like a normal person.

“How? You didn’t come here by bike, did you?”

Gavin’s already facing the window again, but he turns back with a smirk, holding his hand out to you. “I never said we were going by bike.”

“Gavin, no, babe, no, no, nonononononono—Aah!!” Your protests are cut short as Gavin swoops you into his arms bridal style and flies off. The wind rushes past your ears, almost making you miss Gavin’s gleeful laugh. “Gavin! I didn’t lock the doors!”

Kiro

On many occasions, you’re envious of Kiro’s Evol. But even without his Evol, Kiro is so bubbly and kind, you can’t help but like him. You sincerely wish you had that ability. And I know I’m supposed to make my own wishes come true, but I can only do so much to make people like me. I’m not going to bend over backwards and become a pushover just to be liked.

Still, it hurts when people are purposely mean to you. Especially during high school reunions. You were by no means a popular kid growing up...but you didn’t think that some people would still be stuck in a high school mentality. You held your own during the reunion, ignoring the backhanded compliments and blatantly condescending insults in favour of catching up with your old friends. Yet, all you can think of on the drive home are the negative comments.

“Oh, you still can’t drink alcohol? Seems like ‘someone’ hasn’t grown up yet!”

“You’re the producer of Miracle Finder? I hate that show, it’s so unrealistic.”

“Isn’t that a kids’ show?”

“My, you look adorable! My daughter also likes to wear those types of clothes, you know, to go play at the park.”

I can’t believe I missed game night with Kiro for this. With a terrible mood, you shuffle into the house. Kiro’s on the sofa playing A Chinese Ghost Story, a bag of chips on the coffee table in front of him. He turns to greet you with a smile, but it quickly falls after seeing your somber expression.

“Welcome home Miss Ch—eh? What’s wrong?” Kiro takes his headphones off to stand up in front of you. His hands instinctively move to your waist to pull you close.

“How was the gathering?” he asks carefully. His eyes are big, just like a puppy’s. Had you felt better, you would’ve commented on his cute appearance.

It’s as if that question flips a switch. “It was horrible!” you sniffle.

“Wha—Miss Chips!” Kiro grows panicked at your sniffles and sobs, and roughly pulls you to his chest. You retaliate by hugging him tightly, crying all your frustrations out on his shoulder.

Somehow, you move into a cuddling position on the living room sofa. You straddle his slender legs and his arms are wrapped around your torso, rubbing comforting circles on your back. Pulling away from his embrace, you start ranting about the terrible evening.

“...and I don’t even know why I’m this upset! It’s so frustrating. I’ve worked so hard to become who I am today, and the moment someone says something to me, I just break down. Maybe I am a child,” you look up at Kiro, eyes wide and brimming with tears, “Kiro, am I a child to you?”

Kiro chuckles. “Well, Miss Chips...sometimes you can be childish,” you jut your lip out in a pout, “b-but I’m childish too! And there’s nothing wrong with that. Some people want to grow up too fast, so they drink alcohol and dress up in dark colours and stiff fabrics to feel properly imprisoned in the ‘harsh adult world’. But most of us could be happier if we just...let our inner child out.”

He cups your cheek. “Never be ashamed of being childish, Miss Chips. It doesn’t make you a child,” a mischievous grin appears on Kiro’s youthful face, “Besides, I wouldn’t do this if I thought of you as a child!”

With the hand on your cheek, Kiro draws your face closer to his. Your lips meet in a swift kiss that takes you by surprise. He swallows the startled gasp that escapes your mouth, retaliating by slowly swiping his tongue across your bottom lip. You can feel him smile into the kiss as you lean into it, closing your eyes. Your tears are long forgotten as you tangle your hands in Kiro’s blond locks. Slowly, you part your lips, allowing Kiro’s tongue to slip into your mouth. The teasing flicks of his tongue make you go weak, and he chuckles when your grip on his hair loosens.

Kiro notices you’re growing light-headed, so he gives you time to regain your breath while he peppers little kisses on the corners of your mouth and on your swollen lips. You kissing demon.

His satisfied hum is disrupted by a vicious punch to the chest. “Ah! Miss Chips, why would you hit me?” It’s Kiro’s time to pout now.

“Who told you to do that?! You’re so sly, it’s unfair!” you scold him, cheeks flushed a bright red.

“Yes, yes,” he pets your head, “but it helped, right? You’re not upset anymore, right?”

Your face scrunches up. “I guess not...I’m still mad at you for surprising me like that,” Kiro giggles, “But thanks.” His smile is contagious, and soon you’re both in a giggling fit.

When the giggles have subsided, Kiro pushes you back into his chest. As he snuggles into your shoulder, he whispers in your ear. “Don’t worry. Every time you feel sad, I’ll be there to cheer you up.”

I’m not saying dark clothes are bad! I have a black wardrobe myself...but we all need to remember that we don’t need to be so hard on ourselves sometimes.

For some reason I’ve never properly depicted kissing like that in my writing. Ehhh, forgive me if it’s bad. Little note...do you guys know what Chinese drama ‘A Chinese Ghost Story’ is featured in?

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thedeviltohisangel · 4 years

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The Lion of the Stars/2/

It was incredibly draining to spend any amount of time with her brother. Or whatever it was that he had become. It caused knots to settle in all of her muscles and a painful, hollow sense of emptiness to echo around her head.

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“How long this time?” Mara turned to see Poe standing in the doorway. She had drifted to the back of their home when she first felt the signs of her brother’s intrusion.

“Long enough,” she whispered as she closed her eyes against the cool breeze. “I struggle with the choice to let him in or not. He will always be my brother even if he is not always behaving as such.”

“Well, he certainly knows how to make a lasting impression,” Poe scoffed.

“Sorry. I’m ready to come back to bed now.” The first, and hopefully last, time Poe had run into her brother had involved hours of psychological torture. Mara felt horrible for bringing it back up, for saying to the man she loved more than anything that she was having trouble cutting off his torturer.

“Mara, I’m not trying to shut you down. If there are things you need to say then I can listen.”

“You are burdened enough by the day to day. I won’t add to it.” Ever since arriving on the jungle moon, things had been more than hectic. Crait was a defeat that had left all of them reeling. Mara was used to her mother leaning on her but now it was different. The death of Luke took a piece of her in a way she would never understand. Mara was attempting to balance her future as a leader of the Resistance with her training of Rey and her secret marriage to Poe.

“I’d be a pretty rotten life partner if I didn’t share in your burdens with you the way you do mine.” Poe smiled and pulled her against him, rubbing his nose against hers softly. “We’ll get through this. We always do.”

“I love you,” she mumbled as she moved to steal a kiss from him.

“I love you more.” Poe tried to keep the concern out of his voice as he kissed her gently. He respected Mara and her abilities more than anything. He knew that she was the last person that needed protection and coddling. But he couldn’t help himself in feeling the darkness that lingered around her on the nights her brother invaded her mind. Maybe it was a residual effect from the time he had spent inside his own head. Maybe it was the Force urging him to protect his wife from the dark side. Whatever the task, he hoped he was up to it.

Mara fought to catch her breath as she succeeded in knocking Rey to the ground. It was odd to train another in the ways of the Force and the Jedi as Mara’s own training had been cut short. In a way, she was doing for Rey as she wished someone was able to do for her.

“Again.” She tossed Rey her staff and tightened her own grip. After a few minutes, Mara had it against her throat.

“You’re being particularly vicious today,” she mumbled as she stood up and braced herself for another round.

“I’m not going to apologize and start going easy on you if that is what you are hoping for,” she teased back, “just didn’t sleep well last night is all.”

“It’s your brother again.” She said it like she already knew. Mara supposes it was obvious to anyone around her. Something was wrong in her life and there was one primary suspect. Everything else she was able to handle with the grace and poise of a princess. But when it came to her brother, she felt feral.

“In my attempts to keep control, I fear I am giving into the hate as he wishes.” The lack of sleep. The intense focus. Her pushing away of those closest to her. They were all exactly what he wanted her to do. The darkness she had spent her whole life keeping at bay was settling into a cloud above her.

“You’re stronger than him. You have people around you who love you. Who you love. That is what makes you so capable of fighting his influence.” Mara thought of the look of disappointment on Poe’s face whenever she admitted she still loved her brother. When she stood up for him when others were speaking ill of him. “Does he know of you and Poe?”

“He has mentioned noticing our connection was stronger, yes.” They had kept their union secret as it felt wrong to be so happy and have a celebration after everything that had happened on Crait. But they had both felt so close to everything being over that no time had felt more right to vow to be together forever. “Poe is my greatest weakness and strength at the same time.”

“I understand. Just be sure you recognize the difference in the moment.” There conversation was interrupted by the sound of BB-8 whirring his way towards them and his frantic beeping as he approached.

“What is it, BB-8?” Mara asked as she kneeled to be at his height. “Well, he couldn’t have gotten far without you.” She tossed her practice staff to Rey.

“Have fun with that one. Maybe tomorrow we can use our sabers?” There was a hopeful glint to her eyes.

“Only if you think you can keep up with me.” She didn’t stay long enough to hear if she had a comeback, instead following the droid to where he said Poe was about to take off while in a sour mood.

“Commander, you’re not authorized-”

“Don’t tell me what I am or am not authorized to do. Now where’s my droid?” Poe was in his flight suit and seemed to be itching to jump into his cockpit.

“Not wanting you to fly in the state you’re currently in.” It was if her voice snapped him out of whatever trance he was in.

“Funny. I don’t need your permission either. BB-8, let’s go.” The droid looked up at her as if asking if he had to.

“Where are you off to in such a fervor?” she asked with furrowed brow as she walked closer to him.

“Just a flight to blow off some steam.” Mara didn’t believe him for a single second. Poe got a look in his eyes when he was itching for a fight. He had it now.

“Right.” She wasn’t about to start a fight with him in the middle of the hangar. She did her best to pass the sentiment onto BB-8 with just a look. “Should I wait for you to eat tonight?”

“No.”

“Copy that, Commander. Safe flight.” Her heel practically burned as she spun on it to head back into the woods. Both them liked to let off their steam by violence it seemed.

Mara ran the training course with near perfection. The angry glint in her husband’s eyes and the disdain with which he had spoken to her drove her throughout. She was angry and she was letting it consume her. That was never a good thing. And it didn’t occur to her that things had gotten out of hand until she sliced through the training droid and looked up to see the stars in the sky.

“You missed the food.”

“Wasn’t hungry,” Mara replied to her mother as she sheathed her saber but refused to face her.

“You’re winning the battle within you, Mara, just by standing here in front of me.”

“Winning isn’t enough. I know what I have to do but I…” She was about to admit failure Defeat. Before she even attempted to do what she knew she had to. Kill her brother.

“He is not completely gone-”

“I either save him and lose Poe or the other way around. Either way I have to give up a piece of myself. Either way I become something I swore I never would.”

“It sounds like you have been carrying this burden all on your own, my daughter.” She took the hand that Leia offered her. “It is not yours to carry alone.”

“The one person who I wish would share it with me, cannot.” Her mother nodded.

“Poe is still scarred from the time he was captured. Ben used you against him and now you wish to save him. It’s hard for him to understand but it does not diminish his love for you.” It must have been a sign from the Force that his black x-wing flew above them in that moment. “You should go. Greet him.”

“He went to get away from me. He doesn’t want me to greet him. Of all people.” The anger flared inside of her again. Her grip tightened on her saber and she was ready to ignite it when something stopped her. It was as if the wind was twisting around her and urging her to head towards the tarmac. The twinkle in her mother’s eye made Mara believe she would not be left alone until she settled things with her flyboy. “Fine. But only because I love you.”

There was quite the commotion around Poe when she entered through the clearing and got her first look at him. Technicians were repairing his ship, someone was oiling BB-8 and a medic was patching up his arm. Something had gone wrong.

“Thanks but I think I just nicked it.”

“Just letting off steam?” she asked in the exact tone she had told herself she was not going to use.

“Blowing off that steam of not knowing how to help you, Mara!” That stopped her in her tracks.

“Poe, what’re you talking about?”

“You haven’t asked and you never will and you never have to. What kind of man am I if I can’t protect my-” He stopped himself before the word could come out, aware that people were listening.

“Is this about me or is it about you? Maybe we both have things we need to talk about. Maybe we need a break.” If his comment had made her stand still, hers made the entire planet. “We can figure out ourselves without having to hurt each other.” Mara could not keep living like this and something had to give. She would say the words so he wouldn’t have to. Poe was always better with his emotions than she was. He wore his heart on his sleeve. Saying what needed to be said would have hurt him more than it did her.

“I’m not myself without you, Mara. I love you.”

“I know. And I love you. Which is why you need to trust me.” He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Mara felt her mother behind her but she couldn’t face her. They both knew what she was going to do. Who she was going to see. And both were afraid to think of what it may cost.

#poe dameron #oscar isaac #poe dameron fanfiction #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars the force awakens #star wars the last jedi #star wars the rise of skywalker

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Staying Connected to your Customers in a time of Social Distancing

Over the last several weeks, the coronavirus (COVID-19) pandemic has put the world on high alert, as concerns rise that the virus will significantly impact the wellbeing of people across the globe. Schools are closing, offices are urging employees to work from home, and now, a large number of businesses are being forced to close their physical spaces as well. In the United States, theaters, museums, gyms, restaurants, bars, and shops are all affected by states who are following CDC guidance to eliminate gatherings of more than 50 people for the next two months.

While these are necessary steps our country needs to take in order to slow the spread of the virus, we know that this can feel like a challenging time for you, your families and friends, and your businesses. However, there is hope! During this time of isolation and uncertainty, people are looking to maintain a connection to the world as it was before the outbreak.

Using digital outlets, such as social media, telecommunication services, email, and e-commerce, staying in close contact with your customers and continuing to conduct business and sales is easier than ever before.

Increase your organic social media presence

While everyone is social distancing, your customers are likely to be spending much more time on social media, searching for both news updates and distractions. You should plan to increase your posting frequency to ensure that you are showing up in their newsfeeds, keeping your brand on their minds. This is especially true for those sharing important business updates through these channels, as you will want to reach as many consumers as possible.

Potential content ideas include:

Being transparent with your customers about what steps you’re taking in your store or office to prevent the spread of the virus

Updating your customers on any changes to hours of operation

Sharing lighthearted, positive quotes and messages to take people’s minds off the panic

Utilizing Stories to promote featured sales, products, blogs, etc on your website with the “swipe up” feature to drive more traffic

Email your customers with business updates

If your business is still physically open, we recommend mimicking any messages you promote on social media regarding your own efforts to prevent the spread of COVID-19. Send an email to your customers and hang up signs in your store or office to let them know that you’re doing everything you can to protect their health when they visit your space. Share any increase in disinfecting and hygiene protocols you’re following, and let them know that any employees who are ill are following the proper guidance to self-isolate.

If you are operating on reduced hours or are conducting your business online-only, let them know that, too!

Get creative with digital customer service

Ensure that your team has eyes on all of the usual digital customer service outlets, such as email, Facebook Messenger, Instagram DMs, etc.

In addition to simply fielding incoming requests, this is a great time to step up and connect with your customers on a more personal level! Offer your time to your followers on social media by hosting fun moments of distraction on Facebook or Instagram Live, such as Q&As or product demos.

If you’re a service-based company, offer to schedule video chats with your clients and customers via services such as Skype, Zoom, or Whereby to discuss projects and estimates. Having face time with others, especially during a time when many people are isolating alone, is incredibly important, for both you and them.

You should also make a point to express to your customers that you’re here for them during this time, should they have questions, comments, or concerns that they would normally ask in person.

Don’t go overboard on digital advertising

In terms of building brand awareness, now is the time to leverage digital marketing and social advertising. However, we don’t recommend that you don’t blow through your budget during this period of time. A conservative email drip campaign and a few additional ads on your preferred social channel(s) will be enough to stay top of mind, all the time.

Offer deals on your website

In addition to spending more time on social media, your customers are most likely doing a bit more online shopping while they’re home. Knowing that website traffic will surge with everyone working from home, show customers that you appreciate their support by offering discounts, free shipping, etc. for orders placed on your site.

If you’re a service-based business, you can offer discount codes or certificates that are valid on future service dates. If you’re in the home improvement space, we also recommend adding an estimating tool to your site. Should someone use it, surprise and delight them with a special reduced rate for service. These efforts help you maintain sales while giving your customers something fun to look forward to once the outbreak slows down. It’s a win-win!

If you don’t currently have an e-commerce component…

Now is the time to start one. Don’t feel overwhelmed by the idea of launching a site, as e-commerce platforms, such as Shopify or Squarespace, don’t require you to have any design or coding skills. By using one of their products, you won’t have to worry about finding a payment processor either! Everything from the URL to the design of the store can be customized within the platform.

If you aren’t ready to launch a full e-commerce site, offer in-store or curb-side pick-ups on orders

If you are open to conducting business in person, you could offer customers the option to stop by your location to pick-up an order they placed online, messaged you about on social media, etc. By scheduling individual pick-up times, you’re creating a one-on-one interaction for the consumer, eliminating stress around being exposed to a group of people. For added peace of mind, you can have your customers give you a call when they arrive, and your team can bring the order out to their car.

Remember...

We are all in this together! Stay calm, and keep in mind that you, as a company, are not trying to profit off a difficult and sensitive time in our country’s history. Your efforts are about keeping your business flexible, nimble, and top of mind to emerge from an economic bump well-placed on the road ahead.

Questions? Call, DM or email me at [email protected]. I’ll be here at my desk, computer-side, fielding questions. Be safe, be well!

#social distancing #small business #social media marketing #Social media #digital marketing #ecommerce #tips and tricks #marketing tips #covid-19

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Dubai Premium Malls & Virtual Offices Presents Real Meditation

It is out of a sense of utter frustration and disgust at so much misleading information on the topic of Meditation that has forced me to finally write down my own view on the subject, which I feel will benefit those who wish to at least know what Meditation is all about.

The origin of the concept of meditation is from the Ancient East Indian Yoga System, as depicted in their ancient Vedanta Scriptures, which is claimed to be over 5000 years old.

Meditation is not an act of sitting with closed eyes and using one of multiple taught methods that claim it is meditation. Meditation is part of an 8 step process, where the last step results in actual success in achieving meditation.

Following the various steps and methods to achieve meditation can lead to serious harm to both your health and your mental health. Period! I am so sad to see so called great and respected leaders misleading people into giving short cuts to meditation, claiming they want to benefit people. Some obviously want to make money off the ignorant and others want to gain fame and followers. Most, in my opinion, don’t know what they are talking about.

Some Background

I have studied and had the privilege of practicing the system that incorporates the subtle art of mediation now for over 40 years. Although the time period spent is no indication of authenticity, as is apparent in the world since this concept was investigated by seekers. However I like to give my opinion, which I feel will clarify and open the minds of seekers of knowledge of this subtle art.

Meditation is a culmination of a major project to develop oneself to attain the higher capacities inherent in all of us, which is not an easy task but can also be simplified if the steps are clearly explained. So that one knows exactly what to expect along the progression of this lifelong endeavor.

The lifetime of a human is insufficient to reasonably achieve the highest levels of progress in this endeavor. Yet regularity of practice can bring about amazing benefits to the practitioner within a short space of time, probably some significant results within a 5 to 10 year period. These results will start to show itself in subtle ways from within a few weeks of commencement of the right practices.

I would never have written this article if I felt that people in general will not massively benefit from attempting to take on this endeavor. It can complete reverse almost any illness, physical or mental, curable or incurable. It can drastically improve the intellectual capacity far beyond what is logical. It will greatly increase a sense of peace and assist you greatly in succeeding in the achievement of your most insurmountable challenges in life. It is the true law of attraction, tailor made to you individually, from within you, from your very own higher intelligence sitting dormant within yourself.

I never started this course of study and practice for any of the above benefits as I did not believe any of that was possible but was very attracted to this system as it seemed a fascinating subject with so many subtle secrets that it simply forced me to investigate and unravel the mysteries.

I only began to understand parts of what this is about after many years of practice, over 25 years I would estimate before I took the matter seriously when I experienced some of the mind blowing results. Yet I still needed more time and only after I had encountered some serious health problems that I decided to see if the practice could help me at all, as it was fabled to.

I had been diagnosed with Diabetes for a second time, but this time was far more serious than the previous time, which I overcame without my understanding how. I was Insulin Dependent diabetic for 10 years when I eventually started practicing the yoga and meditation system more seriously. I completely recovered and thought I just experienced an odd miracle in my life. I remained well for about 13 years without any need for doctors. I greatly improved in my health and took great care of my habits in respect to food, supplements and exercise.

However the second time I was diagnosed was recently and I also had serious nerve damage and serious blood circulation problems. I lost peripheral sensitivity and I tried many herbal and medical solutions with a little success for a while but then the situation started to get worse very fast and I lost major sensitivity in my hands and legs. It was actually quite alarming and I tried to find a solution without much success. I continued trying for several months and eventually exhausted nearly every known alternative, which was also a very costly exercise. Fortunately I was able to afford the experiments.

It is by chance that I suddenly remembered about meditation, which practice I abandoned for about 13 years seeing that I felt I no longer craved sensational psychedelic experiences, which is all what I thought meditation was about.

I certainly was able to meditate very easily as I had years of dedicated practice under my belt. I sat and meditated the first evening just to see of I can perhaps get any benefit at all. I sat only for about 30 minutes and to my amazement, over 50% of my sensations returned.

I was totally blown, as you can imagine. I started to practice it regularly for just a little while daily and to my amazement, I recovered from diabetes symptoms within a few days and my sensations returned to me about 80% within the first week.

Of course the reason for the rapid improvement was I had knowledge, experience and proficiency in meditation and was able to tap into being receptive to the curative energy that awakens whilst one enters into proper meditation.

Then all the theories started to make sense. I was able to sift through the truth and fantasy with the years of changes in my life that now started to make sense.

I now understood my drastic increase in intellectual capacity during my childhood and teens. The different periods of massive financial success and failures which corresponded proportionally to my adopting and abandoning the practice over the years.

So what is meditation?

The featured image of this article gives the outline of what meditation is. It is the 8th step in a system known as Raja Yoga. The practice requires proficiency in the preceding steps before progress can safely be made.

Let me explain the steps briefly in my opinion:

Step 1: Yama – “Self Control…..”

This requires one to adopt a sound character. To have an exemplary character with reasonable levels of patience, forgiveness, helpful attitude, kindness, abandon bad habits that are harmful, etc. If this is not sound, once you awaken your higher levels of consciousness, your very thoughts that will now have power will reign havoc in the world resulting in harm to others as well as yourself of course. Every action has an equal but opposite reaction.

Step 2: Niyama – “Discipline…”

This requires you to be able to put an action plan together and maintain consistency in it. To carry it through to the successful completion and overcome all challenges along the way. Without this ability, you cannot succeed long term in anything in life. You need to adopt a healthy active lifestyle, good career habits that will give you the financial stability to sustain your livelihood and help you make time for your higher aspirations, etc.

Step 3: Asana – ” Physical Exercise…”

This step is referring specifically to the yoga exercises which is very different from fitness exercises. Fitness exercises takes energy out of you, depleting your energy reserves as you workout. Yoga done correctly will increase your energy levels leaving you clearly more energized after the session. It actually works on the flexibility of your body and activates the spiritual centers that are closely linked to your body. If you fail to activate these centers, then you will have an imbalance in the way the spiritual energy will affect you once it is awakened. This can lead to actual physical problems that are more serious than normal physical problems. You will most likely live a life of extreme pain and suffering, completely opposite to what you intended in the first place.

The second amazing benefit is that the awakening of the spiritual centers linked closely to your body will greatly increase your health and intellectual capacity as well. You will notice the differences after a few years of regular practice.

Please note that once you start the journey to awakening your spiritual centers in your body, you will stir the inner spiritual higher self which will take control of your life and make you undergo extreme difficulties if you abandon the practice. It will literally make you lose your health, wealth and all friends and family if you leave the practice and it will not stop until you recommence the practice.

I think I said sufficient to make you understand a little what meditation really is. If you do immoral acts you will get severe punishment from mysterious circumstances. There is actually no mystery. Your own inner self is sabotaging you. It is extremely judgemental and will not hesitate to use any means what so ever to bring you back into the right path which is continue to complete what you started.

Ignorance is bliss…… I strongly recommend you not to start this journey unless you have no other choice or you are ready to drastically lose control of the life as you know it.

If you still want to pursue this further, contact me and I will be glad to introduce you to a few simple daily practices that you can adopt practically and hopefully achieve the inexplicable dimensions…..

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decided to answer bc im bored

1. If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

troye.

2. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

mine is going home. (will greyson will greyson)

3. What do you think about most?

if c is okay.

4. What does your latest text message from someone else say?

true.

5. Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

with.

6. What’s your strangest talent?

i can make good pigeon noises.

7. Girls…. (finish the sentence); Boys…. (finish the sentence)

girls are wonderful yet complicated. boys that are good exist, but you have to sort through many awful ones to find them.

8. Ever had a poem or song written about you?

not that I know of.

9. When is the last time you played the air guitar?

on the bus to Bellingham lacrosse game.

10. Do you have any strange phobias?

I am afraid of growing too old to keep memories.

11. Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

blue berry, but who hasn’t?

12. What’s your religion?

half-assed catholic I guess?

13. If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

playing lacrosse.

14. Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

behind.

15. Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

the 1975 bc im basic.

16. What was the last lie you told?

don’t worry about it, its fine.

17. Do you believe in karma?

to an extent, yes.

18. What does your URL mean?

thought of it randomly one night.

19. What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

weakness: relentless self-deprecation, to the point of believing that anybody complimenting me is out of pity.

strength: im funny.

20. Who is your celebrity crush?

brendon urie or matty healy.

21. Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

not yet.

22. How do you vent your anger?

the vent app.

23. Do you have a collection of anything?

important items/mementoes from the past year.

24. Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

video chatting.

25. Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

somewhat, but there’s always room for improvement.

26. What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

hate: metal scraping/banging together, or other people blowing their nose.

love: laughter, rain

27. What’s your biggest “what if”?

what if every choice ive made to get me to this point, didn’t happen?

28. Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

I believe that there are spirits of loved ones that look after us and guide us, but im not decisive about ghosts. aliens are 100% real, but maybe not in the way we expect.

29. Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

right: bedside table/lamp.

left: book (will greyson will greyson)

30. Smell the air. What do you smell?

stuffy.

31. What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

7th grade camp.

32. Choose East Coast or West Coast?

west coast.

33. Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

matty healy or troye sivan.

34. To you, what is the meaning of life?

to do what makes you happy.

35. Define Art.

any form of creation.

36. Do you believe in luck?

yes.

37. What’s the weather like right now?

sunny.

38. What time is it?

2:01 pm.

39. Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

I do not.

40. What was the last book you read?

note to self.

41. Do you like the smell of gasoline?

kinda.

42. Do you have any nicknames?

g, stew, gstew, stewart

43. What was the last movie you saw?

lion.

44. What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

concussion.

45. Have you ever caught a butterfly?

nope

46. Do you have any obsessions right now?

troye.

47. What’s your sexual orientation?

see #1

48. Ever had a rumor spread about you?

yes, courtesy of matt.

49. Do you believe in magic?

not really.

50. Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

yes.

51. What is your astrological sign?

pisces.

52. Do you save money or spend it?

spend it.

53. What’s the last thing you purchased?

eyeliner, highliter, and primer at sephora.

54. Love or lust?

love.

55. In a relationship?

sadly, no.

56. How many relationships have you had?

maybe one?

57. Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

yes.

58. Where were you yesterday?

last lacrosse game of the season at ballard, then alki

59. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

yes.

60. Are you wearing socks right now?

no.

61. What’s your favorite animal?

monkey.

62. What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

be funny.

63. Where is your best friend?

nonexistent.

64. What is your heritage?

norwegian, irish, german i think

65. What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

watching interstellar again.

66. What do you think is Satan’s last name?

maybe he has one, but he doesn’t need it. like beyonce.

67. Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

I’d like to think so.

68. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

let that dog die without a second thought.

69. You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) maybe one or two people in particular, c for sure. but not everyone, instead I tell them what I have always wanted them to know.

b) I tell people what I have never been courageous enough to say, and spend time with loved ones.

c) I would be more content than afraid

70. You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

you cannot love someone if there is no trust.

71. What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

more than life by whitley.

72. What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

2935.

73. In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

determination and unconditional love.

74. How can I win your heart?

show me you love me, or else I wont believe you, and be able to have conversations late at night about deep shit.

75. Can insanity bring on more creativity?

of course.

76. What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

attending hna and trying out for lacrosse.

77. What size shoes do you wear?

9 I think?

78. What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

do not go gentle into that good night.

79. What is your favorite word?

titties.

80. Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

anatomical.

81. What is a saying you say a lot?

me when…

82. What’s the last song you listened to?

tokyo narita freestyle.

83. Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?

light blue, lavender, or faded pastel yellow.

84. What is your current desktop picture?

was my north cascade summer team, now it’s a photo from the 1975 concert.

85. If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

trump bc im unoriginal.

86. What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

my feelings for someone.

87. One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

call the cops, or just put in earbuds and listen to music really loud with my eyes closed to distract myself.

88. You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

reading minds or shapeshifting objects.

89. You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

the penetration practice.

90. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

odea vs lakeside game when I realized co wasn’t my friend anymore.

91. You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

matty healy.

92. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

Amsterdam.

93. Do you have any relatives in jail?

not that I know of.

94. Have you ever thrown up in the car?

yes, drank some week old orange juice.

95. Ever been on a plane?

yes.

96. If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

you do you, ill do me. we may not be doing the same things, but well both me happy.

#mine

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Not Getting Replies to Your Health Issues

To Those Who Still Do not Have All the Answers for Their Health Issues

chronic disease getting a diagnosis.

Some may think this sounds…odd. Why would a diagnosis be considered a good thing? How is receiving a diagnosis at all relieving? Isn’t it terrible to know you get a incurable disorder?

No , and yes at precisely the same time.

Let me clarify: years pass from feeling ill with doctors appointments, blood work with no replies and negative effects. It becomes exhausting. Trying and linking. Viewing this doctor and physician. Taking supplements or different medications. Obtaining test after test done. And still, despite all these efforts and time attempting to work out this puzzle, you feel as though you are no closer to replies as possible when you began your quest.

Thus when a physician comes together that finds that this puzzle piece that is missing, it’s a huge relief. It feels as though a giant weight has been raised. Since, yes, you have a chronic illness which waxes and wanes over time, however, at least you know what is wrong. At least it’s possible to take care of the disease to assist your symptoms. At least now you can have that peace of mind knowing that you are not “crazy” or making the whole thing up! Which is a huge fear of mine.

Nonetheless, it’s never that easy. Once 1 doctor figures out it, another physician thinks they have the responses and the other physician isn’t right. The doctors suspect you have that this disease, but the results are back negative. You feel as though you are back to square one.

I felt a huge relief. The unknown of those six months I waited in my muscle contractions were weighing me every instant of every day. Until that day once I discovered the phrases…”We all know why you’re feeling like this, and we can treat it so you begin to feel better.” It was music to my ears! I had a concrete answer and all I went through.

If the treatment methods suggested don’t work, but what happens? You obtain another opinion. What occurs when this opinion questions that the doctor’s diagnosis? OK, you undergo their evaluations. What happens if outcomes conflict, and now, you are no longer positive if the major diagnosis you’ve had for a year is the right one? When the doctors disagree, what happens? What now?

It is a dreadful feeling. It is a dreadful feeling to be to be in the unknown. Particularly after you think you have all the replies! And if you are in this circumstance, I am quite sorry. I know how awful it feels. But do take some comfort in the fact that you are not alone in this stage. In actuality, I think it is common for chronic illness musicians to undergo this during some point of their journey.

This is where we must practice patience. We need to practice approval. We know, and need to focus on being at the here and now all replies come in good time, and at the right time. We’re keen to have all the replies. We’re tired of combating with our health daily and fighting this battle. But if we keep holding on, our responses will come.

Do not stop trying. We can get through this. We can overcome this. Do not underestimate the ability of this disease community; it’s given me strength and hope once I needed it the most. And my expectation for each of you reading this is that as it did me , community can offer you with that same guarantee and fortitude.

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Surviving on Cornstarch: My Life With Glycogen Storage Disease

once in approximately every 100,000 births. This disease is hereditary and due to both the mother and father passing along this mutated gene. They don’t have to have this disorder. When they were to get a child, there’s a person in four chance the child will have the disease.

The major use of a individual’s liver is to make and store gas from the carbs they consume, such as rice and potatoes. Travels were produced by some of the glucose into the bloodstream and the remainder into the body where it’s used for energy.

The liver of a person with GSD type 1 doesn’t execute this function. We’re overlooking the receptor that allows this process to take place.

The deficiency impairs the ability of the liver to produce glucose that is free from glycogen. Since these are both main metabolic processes where the liver provides glucose to the rest of the body during fasting, it causes severe and results in a rise of glycogen in the liver or kidneys leading to enlargement of both.

Frequent feedings of other or cornstarch carbs is the most important treatment. I must take daily to 80 grams of cornflour. I’ve not ever had a complete night’s sleep. Cornstarch contains the maximum amount of carbs (one tablespoon contains nine grams of carbs) and when taken raw it’s difficult for your body to digest, therefore giving me slow discharges of energy.

I go through approximately eight boxes of cornflour weekly and above my life time I’ve consumed roughly 1328 kilograms (~2928 lbs) of this. It is estimated to be about 17 bathtubs to visualize this! How can anyone take this illness seriously when our medicine is a gravy thickener?

The danger of not accepting cornstarch is hypoglycemia. It is the one which is quite damaging and the central issue. Any seizure can lead to severe brain damage or , even worse, death. Possessing chronic low blood sugar may allow you to create tumors in your liver called adenomas, generally getting cancerous if not addressed fast enough.

Having GSD comes with other problems like growth failure, joint problems (gout), kidney problems, pancreatitis, bowel problems, a higher disease risk and blood clotting problems.

Without treatment, growth failure is typical due to chronically low glucose levels. Moderate malabsorption can be caused by involvement. I was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease at age 16 due to battle and the with each the above too.

Neutropenia is a manifestation of the disorder. I have a very low white blood cell count and even though I’m on daily injections to boost my immune system that I still pick up infections and viruses easy. Without sufficient metabolic treatment, patients with GSD type 1 have not made it into maturity, and up till 1971 this disorder was completely deadly.

People who live can be stunted in growth and delayed in puberty because of low glucose levels.

I am now on my hospital admission. I’ve been living here in the clinic for 3 months and I am currently awaiting a liver to save my life.

We need to increase financing and awareness!

Doctors in college don’t get educated about GSD; it receives a mention in death, in the best. Here in New Zealand nothing has been released by any one about the illness and I wish to change that! I wish to raise money to assist their teams and doctors.

I am hoping to write and publish a novel on living with GSD. Every little bit helps. If I could walk right into a hospital and also have the physician or nurse already be aware of my illness, it would blow me away.

I would not wish this illness.

As it’s made me who I am now however I would not alter a thing.

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The Mental and Emotional Side Effects of Bipolar Disorder

chronic illness isalso, obviously, the bodily aspect and what effect these kinds of illnesses have on our mobility and the other various bodily symptoms that include the territory. However, what most people today forget about is that the mental component of disease that is chronic. Yes, the bodily effects are tough, but occasionally you might be amazed to know that the mental effects may be equally as bad, if not worse. On the website, I talk about this aspect of sickness and provide some tips to help make it manageable, now!

Chronic illness is not just about the physical hardships that a person can encounter, but also the mental and psychological strains of them too. Actually, research indicates that is a great deal more prevalent in those fighting with chronic/serious diseases than the general population.

Chronic illness’ unpredictability makes it difficult to live with. Why? Since you don’t know when you might need to change/cancel your plans — whether it be going out with some friends, completing that to-do list or perhaps just a chill day in the home with your spouse. When you’re always up and down, capable and unable to accomplish things, it can be tough to be pleased all the time. I mean, in case youneed to cancel out something from your control and’re actually excited about some plans, you’d be pretty miffed too, wouldn’t you? It makes it all the worse, when this is a regular phenomenon. The disappointed, the guilt of having to inform friends/partner/family you can not make it, the annoyance this happened for the fourth time in a row… It all adds up.

Chronic illness is often accompanied by changes in life and at times it may even alter the independence of the individual. This can create when you’re heading from the home. Constant queries ensue. Today, can I get a seat on the train, or will I must stand for an hour? How active is it possible to be? Will I have pushed and pushed? How long am I will have the ability to walk around before I burn out? You have the picture. The planning that has to enter everything when you have a serious health condition becomes frustrating and will suck the fun.

If pain is involved by the health condition of one, and they live with a constant pain level daily, it can definitely take its toll. Let us have a flu or cold for instance, since most folks encounter these on a frequent basis (you’re very fortunate if you don’t). Most individuals are miserable the whole time they’re experiencing the symptoms due to the fact that they prevent them from doing what that they love and generally just beats down you… Could you imagine living with a cold or flu daily?

Most importantly, you feel a particular reduction of also the capability to do and also the person that you was. Obviously, doing makes us more happy, but then it makes us sad, since they take too much from it if you can not do them.

So, how do you attempt to overcome these?

Partake in a self-care pattern — it’s something I will post about to come and you will discover some tips on this here.

Discover hobbies you can take part in and love — illustrations include crafts, reading, photographs or even watching movies you love.

Communities — there are lots of online communities, whether it be generally on Twitter, Facebook or internet. The amount of support you’ll be able to gain from these is massive and everyone there understands.

Just conduct you — don’t fret about what other men and women say. Should they love you enough, then they will know!

Which are your hobbies? Let me know in the comments and, naturally, don’t forget to talk about!

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Dilberted To be exploited and oppressed by your boss. Derived from the experiences of Dilbert, the geek-in-hell comic strip character. “I’ve been dilberted again. The old man revised the specs for the fourth time this week.”

Link Rot The process by which links on a web page became obsolete as the sites they’re connected to change location or die.

Chip Jewelry Euphemism for old computers destined to be scrapped or turned into decorative ornaments. “I paid three grand for that Mac SE, and now it’s nothing but chip jewelry.”

Crapplet A badly written or profoundly useless Java applet. “I just wasted 30 minutes downloading this stinkin’ crapplet!”

Plug-and-Play A new hire who doesn’t need any training. “The new guy, John, is great. He’s totally plug-and-play.”

World Wide Wait The real meaning of WWW.

CGI Joe A hard-core CGI script programmer with all the social skills and charisma of a plastic action figure.

Dorito Syndrome Feelings of emptiness and dissatisfaction triggered by addictive substances that lack nutritional content. “I just spent six hours surfing the Web, and now I’ve got a bad case of Dorito Syndrome.”

Under Mouse Arrest Getting busted for violating an online service’s rule of conduct. “Sorry I couldn’t get back to you. AOL put me under mouse arrest.”

Glazing Corporate-speak for sleeping with your eyes open. A popular pastime at conferences and early-morning meetings. “Didn’t he notice that half the room was glazing by the second session?”

404 Someone who’s clueless. From the World Wide Web message “404, URL Not Found,” meaning that the document you’ve tried to access can’t be located. “Don’t bother asking him…he’s 404, man.”

Dead Tree Edition The paper version of a publication available in both paper and electronic forms, as in: “The dead tree edition of the San Francisco Chronicle…”

Egosurfing Scanning the net, databases, print media, or research papers looking for the mention of your name.

Graybar Land The place you go while you’re staring at a computer that’s processing something very slowly (while you watch the gray bar creep across the screen). “I was in graybar land for what seemed like hours, thanks to that CAD rendering.”

Open-Collar Workers People who work at home or telecommute.

Squirt The Bird To transmit a signal up to a satellite. “Crew and talent are ready…what time do we squirt the bird?”

Brain Fart A biproduct of a bloated mind producing information effortlessly. A burst of useful information. “I know you’re busy on the Microsoft story, but can you give us a brain fart on the Mitnik bust?” Variation of old hackerslang that had more negative connotations.

Keyboard Plaque The disgusting buildup of dirt and crud found on computer keyboards. “Are there any other terminals I can use? This one has a bad case of keyboard plaque.”

Career-Limiting Move (CLM) Used among microserfs to describe an ill-advised activity. Trashing your boss while he or she is within earshot is a serious CLM.

Alpha Geek The most knowledgeable, technically-proficient person in an office or work group. “Ask Larry, he’s the alpha geek around here.”

Adminisphere The rarified organizational layers beginning just above the rank and file. Decisions that fall from the adminisphere are often profoundly inappropriate or irrelevant to the problems they were designed to solve.

Tourists People who are taking training classes just to get a vacation from their jobs. “We had about three serious students in the class; the rest were tourists.”

Blowing Your Buffer Losing one’s train of thought. Occurs when the person you are speaking with won’t let you get a word in edgewise or has just said something so astonishing that your train gets derailed. “Damn, I just blew my buffer!”

Gray Matter Older, experienced business people hired by young entrepreneurial firms looking to appear more reputable and established.

Bookmark To take note of a person for future reference (a metaphor borrowed from web browsers). “I bookmarked him after seeing his cool demo at Siggraph.”

Nyetscape Nickname for AOL’s less-than-full-featured Web browser.

Beepilepsy The brief seizure people sometimes suffer when their beepers go off, especially in vibrator mode. Characterized by physical spasms, goofy facial expressions, and stopping speech in mid-sentence.

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THE BOOK of 25 - FINAL CONFLICT OF INTEREST BY CANADA #1

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https://forwhomthebelltolls00.wordpress.com/2018/02/07/%D0%BF%D1%80%D0%B5%D0%B7%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BD%D1%82-%D1%80%D0%BE%D1%81%D1%81%D0%B8%D0%B9%D1%81%D0%BA%D0%BE%D0%B9-%D1%84%D0%B5%D0%B4%D0%B5%D1%80%D0%B0%D1%86%D0%B8%D0%B8/ https://youtu.be/QKTqCkssCrk Vladimir Putin President of the Russian Federation Президент Российской Федерации @PutinRF_Eng [email protected] KBG Embassy of the Russian Federation H.E. Valery N. Yermolov Address: No. 263,, Jalan Ampang, 50450 Kuala Lumpur, Federal Territory of Kuala Lumpur [email protected], [email protected], [email protected] https://www.change.org/p/human-rights-campaign-free-a-canadian-trapped-in-malaysia Komitet gosudarstvennoy bezopasnosti Your Royal Higness, This is a letter that requests for you to save my life. I am Canadian ( Not Canadian Enough) as per Canadian Prime Minster Justin Trudeau has deemed me and sentenced me to death. This request is a mind-blowing revelation and incredible request. Everything written here I have avidly published trying to save my life and understand how I am dying from a very old British - Canadian rule known as The King's Perogative. It involves a canadian - International disaster that allows Canadian Prime Mnister to deny me - my life and to actively seek my death. I have written about this for many months and to all and sundry during the bouts when I was in a state of complete collpase due to my being criminally infected with an often fatal - non contagcious disease. Malaysia is a deadly dangerous country rife with extraordinary corruption. I was on vacation in 2016 and leaving in 2017 back to Canada when I was brutally attacked by an employee of a condo hotel on Janurary 13, 2017. The attack came in the form of the posioned Blanket with the Rat Urine infused into its fibres. From that time my life was over. Again this is now a massive international debate that will result in my death. 13 months living with a Fatal infection is death in itself. What condition is my body? Will I survive is my death the least of it? Am I to be crippled for the rest of my life? As to why I would involve you is based on a logical progression. A progression based on the many ancient laws that are now governng my life and death and these laws are 100 % illegal and fraudulent. But the laws to save my life fall under very sophisticated - very ancient laws that can only be vacated or ruled on by super powers such as yourself.

Plus there is less than 6 degrees of seperation between me and Mother Russia. I am alaways cast in movies as a Russian. In fact my children are half-Russian and my new grandson Elliot is a beautiful boy - I am portuguese and my Russian - Yugloslav ex-wife created very goodlooking children. The Russian connection is quite extraordinary - being that I am a look alike for a famous Russian Singer. I have been grabbed in a Canadian hotel not once but twice - over several years. It also happenned in Malaysia. This famous Russian you know his name. Just look at my photos. I am chameleon due to all my acting credits - very minor. I am the almost famous guy - doing regular Guests starring roles in Korea Dramas, written by Russian and Korean Producers.

But I have been picked up literally by a large russian man- I am 6 feet and 220 or 180 cm / 110 kg. But he was 6-7 massive and carried me into a Russian wedding - to huge appalause and paraded between the guests - I had to sign autographs etc. so wild. After thefirst bouts of infection I was violently ill for many months - losing my sight - becoming paralysed- many neurological bouts. I have no idea why I am still alive? But back to you - Trudeau - The UK - Sweden- France - Germany - Italy - New Zealand - America - Canada etc. It took me a while to understand the hell i was in and what I could do I had contacted the Candian High Commision immediately as I could not get any Medical treatment from any Malaysian Doctor, Hospital or Kliniks. In fact I was refused - screamed at - lied to - and this went on for 8 months. They - the Malaysian Doctors - finally revealed that they will never treat any foreign visitor - with a life threatening - illnesss that will eventually kill me - Then they just laughed - telling me I had to understand that Foreignors lead too much paperwork - and there were often too many medical and legal complications- so we will never ever treat you- Go home. At this time - I was so ill - ALL OF CANADA that i contacted refused to assist - I emailed the Prime Ministers Office - nothing - I called Dr. Hedy Fry a famous Vancouver MP Doctor who was suppossed to be a Human Rights Advocate - a family aquaintence - and nothing - I was and still am mostly bed ridden. But I do not have long to live. And My body will just be found. I have to be so careful. My life is very precarious. I became to try and understand how I could be in this predicament - how I was dying and Canada was a Rogue Nation - run by a Ruthless - Psychotic Prime Minister. The CHC-KL Marc -Oliver Jean was always at me - when I had first called - telling me - What I was asked for - HELP - was not the way it woked? Then just laughter - always this mocking laughter. In as much as the Malaysia Doctors did - giggling at me for unferstanding that they will do nothing to assist me - but tellig me I will die from this. And Get out - I never got better - and I am dying. That laughter was due to The Kings Preorgative - a Candian Consular law that gives - The King of Canada - On the Maple Thone - There is a 1 Billion Dollar - Consular Fund that was set up to assist Canadians who get into trouble overseas - can get assistance. But in this case - He has the King can save your life or not? He says we - are not Canadian enough. ? I learned all this in December 2017. And I began to realise that my death was being orchestrated by Canada. Its in the literature that Canada riutinely alllows its stranded citizens to be tortured - or traded to the countries like Malysia with Harsh Human Rights histories. Canada is not the benighn country - that the world thinks - its an outrage. Very Dangerous as trudeau is a Charlatan. A poster boy of a bizarre reality. Canada is as putrid as a 3 rd world coutry ruled by a Despot. Maybe Hitler - incarate or a Mephisto? Its known that Harper ex PM of Canada embezzled over 300 Million $ through funds like the Consular 1 Billion fund. But as per usual - Canadian politics - are white washed by Trudeau - and Canada does not really exist. It is now a Postcard. I lived in Seoul for 10 years and was involved briefly as an entertainer - with the Asian game where North Korean athletes - where told that Pusan was a town of facades - nothing they saw was real. The same thing applies to Canada- Nothing is real. Canadians are now called Vensuians- off planet. Non Humans. I guess that is why I am not candian enough. What exists is that Russia and you Mr.President Putin are depicted as a questionable reality. However - you are not hiding anything - nor should you - Its politics etc. And the world is way to complicated - Trump is US President. And Trudeau is a Bozo - all this is smoke and Mirrors- and what sets you apart is that What you see is what you get. You are very real. These others - are playing political ping-pong - After I called - wrote - emailed - all the Commonwealth - countries - Canada - England - New Zealand - Australia. Then the Allies - France - Sweden- Germany - Italy- Switzerland. And the result was Fanatstic. Its a boys club - that supports the Canadian King's perogative and that means they support my death. What I discovered was by Law- I can apply to be a Refugge due to this Medical Emergency, created by both - Canada - Malaysia. I can attend any embassy and be taken in. But I am too sick for all the madness - After all - this crazy - the illness - the denial - of Medical Help - the sentencing me to death. I will collpase - and this is due to the extent of the Ordeal. Once I do that - a huge question - will I survive - This infection is tracherous - can create Leukemia - Brain Disease - etc. Why I need you. Canada prefers - that they be sued to gain access - to the Consular fund - and once you see - that all the advocates that just ignored me - jumped in to as they say - MILK THIS GREAT CANADIAN - CASH COW. You can contact them all and the feed back will surprise you - All the want is the $ - If you start - they all just jump in. Trudeau was pissed off due the Famous Canadian court ruling. The receipient received Millions - and he was awarded all this - even if he was confirmed murderer. This is all so corrupt. Trudeau said he will make it more difficult for future non canadians to get help. I have been a Canadian citizen -- for over 30 years. My children are canadian - my grandson is a canadian. But I am not Canadian enough. And for that I will die. Except if you intervene. I am being murdered - manslaughtered - by Malaysia and sentenced to death by Canada? Unless I am accepted by You in Russia - Now the case is too me worth 200 million $ from that fund. Canada has over 160,000. Government employee sanctioing my death. A WTF moment - ? How is this possible? I did nothing - except to try to heal myself - from massive injuries - created by Canada. Now Canada wants me dead. Trudeau knows of my case. He wants me DEAD! Maybe I have another 90 days. ? I have to get stronger - first to endure any travel or orchestrtaed interview. The 200 Million - a guesstimate - 100 from Canada - 100 from malaysia. Its for punitive damages - For Canada knows - I am very ill and decided to ensure I am dead man. No matter who I turned to in Canada- all created a fraud like - legal boondoggle. As Canada prefers agressive litagation to save my life. Once you start the other advocates will join in. But it also blows all these so called Advocates - from all these countries - Russia can gain enormous - Prestige - advocating my case - saves my life and may help the other 1400 Canadians - held as hostages. So Please help. You can see from all my contact list that i have reached out - and now we are at this place. Please Please save my life.

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