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danceworshipper · 3 years

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Gracie Chiva - HPHM Profile [Redone]

(information is as of sixth year - same universe as Tessa and River)

Identity

Name: Gracie Tessa Chiva

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Birthday: August 17th, 1973 at 3:28 am (leo)

Species: Human/Witch with altered DNA

Blood Status: Pureblood

Sexuality: Bisexual

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Ethnicity: White - German, English

Nationality: British

Residence: Chiva Manor, a heavily warded house in the wizarding part of the English countryside

Personality Type: ISFJ-T (the defender)

The Mage

Wand: 13 3/4 inches of rowan wood encasing a unicorn tail hair core, reasonably supple. The wand is a light color with intricate carvings on the handle and a small peridot sticking out of the front end. This is her only wand, as if her wand breaks she will die immediately. A few different people have put protective spells on it - the peridot is one of them, from Ollivander himself

Animagus: Osprey

Misc. Magical Abilities: Legilimens, very strong. Her Occlumency isn't as strong as it could be, but it's much stronger than Tessa's

Boggart Form: Tessa covered in bloody gashes, gagging and clearly dying

Riddikulus Form: the blood turning into fruit punch while Tessa whines about her shirt being stained

Amortentia (how she smells): Gracie would smell like citrus, poison, and strong wind

Amortentia (what she smells): She smells a mixture of pine trees, spearmint gum, and puffskein fur (Merula)

Patronus: Unicorn

Patronus Memory: the first time she and Tessa were ever allowed to go wandering in the woods on their own. They found a creek and spent the afternoon barefoot, eating berries and splashing each other

Mirror of Erised: Herself, truly happy and looking like she was never cursed

Specialized/Favorite Spells:

- Accio

- Crucio

- Sanguinem Non (stops bleeding, however intense)

- Depulso

- Gelida

Appearance

(picture made using the zepeto app)

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 118lbs

Physique: Skinny, slightly thinner waist than Tessa. Her strength comes more from magical ability than actual muscles

Eye Color: Unnaturally green

Hair Color: Bright white

Skin Tone: Deathly pale, has barely noticeable freckles around her nose

Body Modifications: Two piercings in each earlobe and a cartilage piercing in her left ear

Scarring: Small scars on knees from various childhood injuries, a thin line around her ankle from getting caught in a rope, and a small line on her right middle finger from a cooking incident

Inventory:

- Her wand, either gripped tightly in her hand or tucked in her waistband

- Her pocket knife, hidden in her robes/shorts

- About twenty Galleons

- An icy blue cracked marble to fidget with

Fashion: Gracie likes to look good, but also likes to be comfy. When not in her uniform, she's most likely wearing a thin sweater/shirt depending on the weather, and black skinny jeans or shorts. She frequently wears black fishnet tights, and black heeled ankle boots. Her hair is usually worn down. As for jewelry, she has a necklace with a gold key that unlocks a box full of Vance's childhood memories that he hid for her before he disappeared, mostly of the two of them. She also wears large gold hoops in each of the two piercings, and a gold stud in her cartilage. Makeup-wise she wears dark red lipstick, blush, and heavy dark eyeshadow and mascara. If she hadn't been cursed she might not wear any makeup at all, but as it is, she's insecure about how pale she is and wants to bring some color back to her face

Allegiances

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Affiliations/Organizations:

- Chiva Family

- Black Family

- R (seventh year)

Professions:

- Current student

- Future Dark Arts Professor at Durmstrang

- Future author

Hogwarts Information

Class Grades:

- Arithmancy: E

- Astronomy: O

- Care of Magical Creatures: O

- Charms: E

- Defense Against the Dark Arts: O

- Flying: O

- Herbology: E

- History of Magic: E

- Potions: O

- Transfiguration: O

Quidditch: Knows how to play, but is not on the team

Extracurriculars:

- Potions Club

- Dueling Club

- Tutor for a few select first year Slytherins, including Aiden

Favorite Professors:

- Professor McGonagall: Despite not being her Head of House, Gracie would much rather turn to McGonagall for advice than Snape. She appreciates McGonagall's teaching style, and her relative lack of prejudice about house/upbringing

- Madam Hooch: When Gracie was first cursed, Madam Hooch was the one to help her calm down and start to accept her changed appearance. Hooch's yellow eyes and whiteish hair are not common either, so the similarities and Hooch's successful life helped Gracie see that she would be okay

Least Favorite Professors:

- Professor Snape: Gracie has never liked her Head of House. Snape is cruel to many of her classmates, grades based on his own opinion of the student, and makes learning in the classroom nearly impossible

- Professor Dumbledore: In the beginning, she didn't mind him, but as the years went on and he proved to be more and more useless during dangerous times, Gracie lost all respect for him. The final straw was when he told her that none of this would have happened if she had left it alone, because she knew that this wasn't her fault and if not for her people would be dead (Redacted's death doesn't happen in my canon)

Relationships

Twin Sister: Tessa Gracie Chiva

- Tessa is younger by eight and a half minutes

- Despite them being the same age, Gracie feels much older and more mature than her sister

- Tessa quit everything to do with the vaults after defeating the second one in third year, so she hasn't seen the horrors that Gracie has

- As such, Gracie feels extremely protective to her sister and tries to always keep her safe, far away from any danger. This is part of why she runs away in seventh year

- Gracie hasn't told Tessa about her crazes and unnatural sadistic urges yet. Tessa finds out a little information shortly before Gracie disappears

- Gracie loves her sister more than anyone else. When they fight, she's always the first one to start crying. She would do anything to protect Tessa, whether it be suffer immense torture, die, anything

- She's also jealous of Tessa's relative innocence

Older Brother: Vance Riley Chiva

- He's five years older than the twins

- As a little girl, Gracie worshipped Vance. He was older and cool, and he spoiled her

- The news of Vance's disappearance shattered her heart, and when she found the key, she spent hours going through all of the memories using her mother's pensieve

- Gracie's main motivation to start looking for the vaults was to find Vance. After finding him and seeing how different he was, she stopped caring about him and only continued to protect Tessa and her friends

- The first spell Gracie learned outside of class was the sticking charm, which she used to stick the clasp of her necklace to the back of her neck. She doesn't undo the spell until the very end of sixth year, when she loses all hope of getting her brother back

- The love she once felt turns to hate fast, but she can't bring herself to throw the key away, so she gives it to Tessa

Younger Cousin: Aiden Carter Darkling

- Aiden is the son of Rachel Chiva, Jason's sister. Rachel and Aiden's father divorced while he was still young, but it was relatively amicable and he comes around for holidays

- Gracie tutors Aiden and a couple of his friends in Potions

- She's always had a liking for the kid. She sees a bit of herself in him, from before she was lost to the vaults

- They aren't the closest, but other than (some of) her immediate family, Aiden is the only family member Gracie doesn't hate

Mother: Clarissa Vanessa Black

- Clarissa passed on her Legilimency to her children

- Gracie's relationship with her mother is strained these days

- They're actually closer than they used to be, with Gracie's favorite parent having been her father as a kid

- Clarissa legally separates from Jason after his arrest, and once she's wiped her hands of him, she and Gracie get closer

- Gracie knows about her mother's girlfriend. Clarissa's upbringing made her too afraid to ever come out, but she's bisexual and began dating her childhood friend Margaret (again) after Jason was arrested

- Gracie also knows that Margaret's husband didn't die of illness, but she never tells anyone that Margaret poisoned him because she had good reason to

- The silent acknowledgement of "I know about you and you know I know but we won't mention it" is the main sense of closeness she and her mother have

- They'll never be as close as they should be, but Gracie does love her mother and her mother does love her

Father: Jason Harvey Chiva

- Similarly to Vance, Gracie loved her father a lot as a kid and looked up to him

- He was an Auror, and a good one. She would beg to visit his office with him and learn about cases

- Despite being pureblood and approving of the Death Eaters, Jason was loving toward his children and never brought up his past

- Jason began acting strangely after she was cursed, but Gracie ignored it

- All the love Gracie felt for her father vanished the day she watched him murder their family friend, a week before she turned thirteen

- After turning him in to his Auror partner, Thomas, they discovered that Jason had killed eleven people in his search to find out who cursed his daughter

- Thus began Gracie's horrible trust issues. Even Vance hadn't ruined her ability to trust completely, but after her father the only two options were trust completely, or not trust at all. Gracie has never trusted another authority figure since (and also has major daddy issues)

- Gracie kills Jason when he escapes from his transfer (she's twenty two). She hates herself for it, but not because it was her father - he deserved it. She's upset that she broke her promise to never kill anyone again after Rakepick (even though both were totally justified - Jason tried to kill Margaret and Rakepick tried to kill most of her friends)

Love Interest: Merula Snyde

- In first year Gracie hated Merula. Merula was mean to Gracie's new friends and was boastful about being the best even though she clearly wasn't, and it was obnoxious having to share a dorm with her

- In second year it gets a bit worse, but then it gets a bit better too. It gets to the point where they don't hate each other and can coexist peacefully, but they still dislike each other

- Then third year starts

- Gracie gets off the train, grabs her stuff, starts heading for the castle, and bumps into Merula

- Merula snaps at her

- Instead of being annoyed, however, Gracie is frozen staring into Merula's eyes with a jolt in her heart

- Well, shit

- Gracie spends that whole year conflicted about if it was actually a crush, or if it was just strange feelings from a strange situation, and eventually lands on being bisexual and indeed having a crush on this girl she used to hate.

- She knows she's bisexual and not a lesbian because she had a small crush on one of the boys in her neighborhood, but that fades pretty quickly after getting back to school

- In fourth year, it starts becoming more apparent that Merula shares her feelings

- Gracie takes a risk and asks her to the Celestial Ball, and Merula says yes

- She and Merula had a lot of fun at the ball, and Gracie's heart nearly exploded during the slow dance

- A week later, Rowan is pissed with the pining and rants about it to Ismelda of all people, who then tells Merula to ask Gracie out before she gets murdered

- Merula does, very hesitantly, and they have their first proper date a few days later. It's awkward and they're scared, but once they open up it's easy to tell everything is mutual

- They have their first kiss that summer while Merula is visiting Gracie

- Fifth year, the night before going into the Portrait Vault, Gracie and Merula are awake, terrified that they'll die the next day

- An impulsive decision leads them to the Room of Requirement (Tessa had found it by accident the year before) and they lose their virginity together

- They don't die, and surviving together brings them closer

- Sixth year problems arise

- Merula is losing her mind, trying to be independent and refusing to be at all affectionate in public, but still clinging to Gracie at night with nightmares

- Gracie also wants Rakepick's head to rot on a stake, but Merula is letting her anger control her and Gracie doesn't know how to help her

- When Gracie runs away in seventh year, Merula will go insane

- When Gracie comes back, Merula will punch her in the face and then hold her close and not let go for over an hour

Best Friend: Rowan Khanna

- Gracie met Rowan in Ollivander's. Rowan walked in just as Ollivander told Gracie her wand wood and Rowan excitedly declared that they had to be best friends

- Being young and relatively sheltered, Gracie said alright because she didn't know how friends really worked

- They did become very close pretty quickly

- They wrote each other letters every day until school started

- Rowan is the only one to know the full extent of Gracie's curse, because she forced it out of her

- Rowan can be pretty scary when she wants to be

- They both know things about the other that no one else does, and they can (and have) talked about everything, even extremely uncomfortable subjects

- Gracie is almost scared by Rowan's level of loyalty, but tries to show her the same

- Gracie mentioned being terrified to be cornered by Rakepick or someone else, so Rowan didn't leave her side at all for a week

- The next time Rowan said something about being afraid, Gracie did the same thing

- Rowan made Gracie teach her the blood healing spell in case Gracie ever can't come back from a craze in time

- The two of them are so close Merula was at one point pretty jealous, but she can recognize that they're just very close friends

Rival: Olivia Green

- The first time Gracie heard of Olivia was when Vance complained about her dating Duncan

- After learning about the vaults and Olivia's involvement with Vance and Duncan, Gracie was determined to find out what happened to her. It takes until seventh year to find out

- (this could all change depending on where Jam City takes the story, but this is where I'm going for now)

- Olivia joined R a year before Duncan died, two years before Vance got trapped in the Portrait. She knew how bad they were, but R was the only place she felt she could grow her power and protect what little she had left, so she faked her own death in order to not be caught by any professors or other authority

- Neither Vance nor Duncan know she's alive

- Over the years Olivia grew cold and ruthless, but she still has a small soft spot for her old friends

- Gracie tries to hate Olivia for everything she's done, but can't help but agree with her reasoning

- Olivia is the one who convinces Gracie to join up with R in seventh year, which is when they end up becoming good friends instead of rivals

School Rival: Diego Caplan

- Gracie hates this boy with everything she has

- He's a flirt with no shame and an ego stretching for miles

- Every time he duels her she makes sure to kick his ass extra hard

- She really doesn't like that he and Tessa are good friends because she thinks he has ulterior motives (he used to, but not anymore)

Enemy: Patricia Rakepick

- Gracie's lack of trust/respect for authority means that Rakepick being brought in for the vaults felt like a direct threat to her. As Rakepick recruited her, Bill, and Merula, Gracie tried to play nice but it's clear she hates the woman

- It's likely that if Bill hadn't knocked her wand out of her hand, Gracie would have killed Rakepick in the Portrait Vault

- It wasn't a craze. She was just furious

- Gracie is as determined as Merula to kill Rakepick (stupid canon mc too weak to murder)

- Joining R will be uncomfortable at first, because Rakepick will taunt her, but they'll learn to work together

- No matter how the game goes, Gracie's adventure with the vaults will end in killing Rakepick

Dormmates:

- Tessa Chiva

- Rowan Khanna

- Merula Snyde

- Ismelda Murk: they could be considered friends, but they aren't as close as they could be

- Liz Tuttle: Liz was close to both of the twins at first, but now is way closer to Tessa

Pets:

- Ruby, the family Crup

- Clara, Vance's toad

- Elaura, an owl

- Lemmy, a moke (he's more Tessa's pet really)

- a bunch of creatures in the Reserve that Tessa and Liz coparent, and Gracie tags along sometimes

Closest Canon Friends:

- Jae Kim: a year of spending hours together everyday will do wonders for a friendship

- Penny Haywood: they've been drifting apart, but they spend a lot of time together in the Potions Club

- Charlie Weasley: they were partnered for a Charms project in year two and kept hanging out all the time after it was done

- Olivia Green (while in R)

Closest Non-Canon Friends:

- Tessa Chiva (technically not canon because mc has no siblings besides the Jacob character)

- Rosalie Sonnenschein: a German model who is one year older and attends Durmstrang. First generation part Veela with a very strong natural allure, which she trains Gracie to resist once it becomes apparent that she's affected

- Justin Freed (while in R): a young man one year older than Olivia. He's mean but he's funny, and he helps Gracie get adjusted to the whole group. He's a bit too egotistical and slightly overprotective over Olivia and Gracie as younger women, even though they're both fully capable (and stronger than him)

(Storyline has to be in a different post because of tumblr's dumb text limit)

Future

Marriage and Children: Before the wedding, Gracie timidly approaches Margaret, who married Clarissa two years prior, and asks if they can take her name since neither Gracie nor Merula want to be associated with their fathers anymore. Margaret tears up and tells her of course they can. Gracie gets married to Merula at age twenty five, becoming Gracie and Merula Miller. They get married on a beach, with ice cream cake instead of traditional wedding cake. Penny calls them up one day with the news that she's been working on a potion to allow a woman to become pregnant from another woman and asks them if they'd like to test it. At age twenty six, Gracie nearly passes out watching Merula give birth to their oldest daughter, Destiny. Three years later their second daughter, Dahlia, is born

Career: Gracie becomes the Dark Arts professor at Durmstrang at age twenty three. She's mocked by the other professors for being young and inexperienced, but after she kicks one of their asses in a duel they back off. She's a talented professor, and her curse actually allows her to be a test dummy of sorts for her students so that they're able to learn both from the book and from experience. After marrying Merula they move to Germany to be near Gracie's family, so she ends up being very talented at Apparation

The Second Wizarding War:

- Gracie is out of the country when the war happens, and only returns when she gets word of Bill's attack, leaving Merula and the kids in Germany to be safe (and avoid risking Merula run into her parents, because Gracie knows that Merula would try and duel them)

- She does not participate in the Battle of Hogwarts because if she did, she knew Tessa would too and couldn't risk her sister getting hurt

- She's horrified to discover that Olivia and Justin were some of the people who escaped Azkaban, but relieved that neither of them were spotted in the battle. Olivia shows up on Gracie's doorstep the day after the battle and begs Gracie to forgive her for everything, including killing Justin when he tried to join the Death Eaters. Gracie forgives her, and uses her Legilimency to figure out the best way to get Olivia out of her jail sentence

- Merula hates Olivia quite a bit when she realizes that this Olivia is the one in R (not because she was in R, but because she and Gracie hooked up a few times while they were there together), but is able to get along with her - especially when Olivia takes a great interest in Rosalie

Old Age and Death:

- Gracie dies at the age of one hundred and seventeen from natural causes. After her death, her wand snaps in half by itself

Personality

- Major introvert

- Craves touch, but won't ask for it unless she's super close with the person she wants it from

- Tries to think logically whenever possible

- Might be a bit of an adrenaline junkie

- When she gets upset, making her laugh is the best option

- Sentimental as all hell, borderlining on being a hoarder

- Prefers animals to humans most of the time

Misc Information

- Gracie is bilingual, fluent in both English and German

- She can play cello. She can also sing, but doesn't like doing it in front of other people

- Gracie's misophonia developed around age nine, but didn't start becoming a real issue until the anxiety and depression joined in at age eleven

- By the time Gracie meets Fleur, she's so good at blocking out Rosalie's allure that she doesn't even notice Fleur's. Speaking of Rosalie, she and Olivia do end up marrying

- Gracie nearly kills Tessa the first time a craze is strong enough to target a family member. Tessa falls off of a small cliff and ends up in a coma the day Gracie joins R

- Gracie doesn't find out about it until the next time she actually sees Tessa months later because the craze was strong enough to disorient her, and oh boy does she hate herself when she finds out

- Gracie never officially broke up with Merula when she joined R, but wrongly assumed she would find someone else. Gracie casually hooked up with a couple people in the meantime, including Olivia

- Olivia gives Gracie an amethyst necklace a few months after she joins R, and Gracie charms that one in place instead of Vance's

- Part of why Olivia was able to convince Gracie to join R was because Gracie had recently failed suicide and was desperate to find a way to get R away from Tessa and her friends. If she couldn't die (and get them to stop targeting her friends to get to her, was the faulty reasoning), she might as well join them and be able to warn her loved ones of upcoming attacks

- Vance jumps in front of Tessa during the last fight with R and dies without saying goodbye, which messes both of the twins up for a while

- Gracie's interest in being a professor stemmed from Rowan's. Rowan became Head Girl :) and lived a long happy life as a professor :))))))))

- Rowan also smacked Gracie when she came back from R, which is fair

- Gracie's favorite muggle thing is orange soda

- Gracie likes pineapple pizza

- She has a sweet tooth, but she really likes sour candy as well

- Her favorite color is blue and she feels like it's a betrayal to her house

- Gracie is forever a dog person because of Ruby. She had previously been a cat person

- She writes a lot of poems as she gets older, and eventually tries out creative writing. She loves it and publishes a few books

- Everyone in her immediate family is left handed besides her father

- Her natural body temperature is a few degrees lower than a normal human's. As such, she sweats more and is always warm to the touch (I don't think it makes sense, but that's how it works for me so...)

- She's obsessed with night. She loves being outside at night, looking at the stars when the air is slightly cooler and feeling alone and insignificant in the universe (it comforts her to know she doesn't matter - it's the depression talking)

- Loves thunderstorms

- Believes in aliens 100%

#hogwarts mystery #gracie chiva #character profile #hphm mc #zepeto

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clansayeed · 4 years

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Bound by Destiny II, part 1 ― Chapter 17: The Psychic

PAIRING: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Nadya Al Jamil) RATING: Mature

⥼ MASTERLIST ⥽

⥼ Bound by Destiny II, part 1 ⥽

While struggling with nightmares of lives she’s never lived, a shadow from the past looming over her city, and the proposed idea that her life may just be a little bit too weird to handle alone, Nadya makes sure to tell herself that everything is perfect just the way it is. If only. When the self-proclaimed King of Vampires (and Maker of her sometimes-girlfriend and always-boss, can’t forget that little tidbit) Gaius Augustine returns intent on claiming Manhattan as the throne that was promised, she and her friends find themselves forced into the task of saving the world. But with millennia-old vampires and an Order of hunters on their heels as well as allies hiding catastrophic secrets at their backs… it won’t be an easy task. Too bad destiny didn’t exactly ask for her input.

Bound by Destiny II and the rest of the Oblivion Bound series is an ongoing dramatic retelling project of the Bloodbound series and spin-off, Nightbound. Find out more [HERE].

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⥼ Chapter Summary ⥽

The group's patience is rewarded when Serafine finally arrives in Paris. But with her comes the reality that it's time to buckle down and do what they came here to do. Seeing as none of her previous experiences with psychics have been even remotely good, Nadya can't shake her doubts.

note: from this chapter and going forward this series will contain Adrian x Serafine content/mentions

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It’s the longest week of Nadya’s life. A week of unknowns and uncertainties that somehow both keep her exhausted and refuse to let her sleep for fear they would go ignored. Like there’s any chance of that happening.

The suckiest part is there’s no escaping the worry. She doesn’t stray too far from the block the apartment building is on for fear of losing her way, or worse — losing her life.But it’s not like their apartment was the most spacious thing in the world. Only Lily and Nadya are used to living with each other. They aren’t used to living with two grown men.

They scour newspaper stands, memorize the channel numbers for every news station and use Adrian when translations are necessary. Digging almost obsessively for any information on New York and their loved ones. After all, you’d think a giant pitfall in the middle of Central Park would get even one 24-hour news cycle of international attention.

You’d think.

“The police have the entire park sectioned off,” Adrian summarizes; eyes flying over the newsprint of that day’s issue, “looks like they’re trying to write the event off as a scaled-down natural event. Hartfield’s sent out their geology department but I’m guessing that’s for the newspapers rather than to do actual good. Manhattan isn’t exactly known for it’s sprawling underground caverns.”

They stop looking at the papers after that. Or — they stop asking Adrian to expose himself to all of the things he feels he walked out on. He’s got enough on his plate.

And isn’t that an understatement. Yes; Adrian’s worries about being unable to reach Serafine are definitely everyone else’s problem too. But every time he seems to be getting a little too heated or intense Nadya reminds herself of their first night here and the talk they had. He may not admit it aloud but much of his worry for her is personal.

The side effect is as unanticipated as it is worrisome. Adrian’s a vibrant personality; never one to boast his success but always the center of attention because he’s just that interesting. So to see such an extroverted person retreat into themselves as harsh as he does has everyone on edge. He’s quieter at meals and outright avoids the rest of them in the apartment’s lone bedroom most afternoons.

When Nadya tries confronting him about it (she starts off subtle, but screw subtle they’re all in a bad way right now so if he’s going to be miserable he can at least be miserable with the rest of them) he at least does her the courtesy of not pretending to be oblivious about it.

“I’m just worried, that’s all,” he insists; pushy enough that it’s clear he’s trying to convince himself of it too, “about Serafine, and everyone back home too.”

“You think you’re the only one?”

“No, of course not. I —”

“Okay, so stop acting like it. We can’t do this without you.” I can’t do this without you, but she doesn’t need to say it for Adrian to know.

His excuses are always the same; so are the apologies that inevitably follow. Finally Nadya just forces herself to accept that if Adrian won’t confide in her there’s not much she can do about it. Not that acceptance keeps it from hurting her deeply.

The only consolation the universe decides to offer her is a few (worry-addled) days wandering around a snowy Paris at night with her best friend. It gets them out of the claustrophobic confines of the apartment though, so she’ll take it.

Still rosy-cheeked and shivering from their metro ride, Nadya fumbles to Lily’s delight far too long before she manages to get the key into the lock and her butt into the apartment.

“Karma is real you know,” though her huffs of discontent are made less malicious by the way her scarf muffles her words and makes her glasses fog up to the point of blindness, “and it comes after people who watch their friends suffer.”

Lily laughs in the face of karma. “Oh you poor baby, all cold from your visit to the top of the Eiffel Tower. My heart goes out to you.”

“It should!”

“It does!”

“Good!”

They laugh in unison. When Nadya is finished shedding her many wintry layers she grabs for the takeout bag at her feet. “Looks like Jax is still out,” she comments, and doesn’t miss the indescribable look of continued confusion that gets thrown her way. Yeah, she didn’t understand it either at first, but turns out he’s never been out of the country before and likes walking the streets alone.

A woman’s rich and chiming laughter stops both of them in their tracks. Nadya knows full well it’s impossible for her key to have opened any other door in the building yet still she does a quick double-check to make sure they are indeed in the right apartment. Jax’s sword is where he left it on the coffee table, and Adrian’s suit is still hanging over the bedroom door; so it’s definitely their place.

And Adrian doesn’t laugh like that.

“Hold on,” comes Adrian’s voice from the kitchen, “I think I heard the door.”

The laughing woman’s voice is richly accented when she replies. “If your hearing has gotten so terrible, mon chéri, I’m surprised you’ve survived this long.”

Lily wiggles her eyebrows suggestively before calling out; “If you need a minute or ten, we can circle the block!”

Nadya claps her hand over her mouth to stifle her snort, and the fact she can hear Adrian’s rolling eyes when he talks doesn’t help in the least.

“Ha ha, very funny Lily. Come on in — there’s someone here I want you to meet.”

The woman sitting very close to Adrian at the small kitchen table needs no introduction but Adrian gives one anyway. “Nadya, Lily; this is Serafine Dupont.” And she’s a startling beauty to be sure; hair falling in bushy and effortless curls around features that manage to look flawless even under the harsh yellow light overhead. But Nadya can’t look away from Adrian from the moment she sees him.

Adrian who is smiling; really genuinely smiling, for the first time in a long time. She’d almost forgotten what it looked like, but the sight of it is like an old friend and gives her an immense relief. Not just for his sake either — because just maybe something is finally going right for them.

The girls are barely one foot through the doorway when Serafine descends upon them. Feather-light fingertips brushing through the wool of Nadya’s sweater with gentle kisses gifted to her cheeks. She smells of rose perfume and spring morning dew, and carries herself tall and proud in a way that is so familiar it makes Nadya’s heart ache.

Lily returns the kisses enthusiastically. “I’ve been wanting to do that ever since we got here,” she admits to Serafine’s delight.

“Believe me, the pleasure is all mine.” The woman smiles sweetly at the both of them before taking up her seat again. “Adrian’s been talking the both of you up for hours. I told him that I could not remember the last time he spoke so highly of anyone!”

“Well we are admittedly awesome.”

“And modest, too, I see.”

Her oh-so-courteous vampire friends wait until Nadya’s settled in with her food unpacked to get down to business. There are only two chairs for the table so Lily joins her up on the counters; their legs dangling and colliding on lazy occasion.

“So, Serafine,” and there’s a depth to her warm brown eyes that Nadya recognizes; they may not have discussed it before but she has no trouble believing that Serafine is much older than her current companions, “no offense — but you’re a hard woman to track down.”

At least she seems genuinely apologetic. “Ah, oui. I’ve spent the better part of the evening giving Adrian my apologies but I should offer them to you as well.”

“She’s been in hiding.” Adrian comments, and with no small amount of sympathy.

Nadya and Lily exchange surprised looks. “Are you okay?”

Serafine nods with a hum. “I am alive, and that is more than can be said for those who fell victim to the Order.”

The Order. Nadya’s heard that name before — though never with her own ears. She may not remember all of her visions but they’ve come up too frequently for her to fully forget. With that name comes the chill of fear and the weight of loss. Serafine radiates it and so much more.

“The Order of the Dawn, you mean.”

Which makes Serafine regard her with surprise. “You know of them?” she asks, and because she’s working really hard on this whole being-honest thing Nadya just shrugs in a noncommittal answer.

Lily raises her hand. “And for those of us who skipped Vampire History 1-0-1?”

“The Order of the Dawn is the oldest enemy to our kind. Legend says they have been around since the time of the First Vampire Herself, and with the amount of wealth and influence they have gathered the world over… I would believe it. They are the worst of humanity. Radicals who exist solely to exterminate us. By their teachings, from the moment we are Turned we cease to be people. They paint us as savages; animals controlled by our need for blood and nothing more.”

“Sounds a bit like —”

“Ferals?” Adrian nods grimly. “They’ve been used as a tactic for the Order’s indoctrination for decades. But they don’t see the difference between a Feral or the likes of you and I. To them it’s all the same.”

Indoctrination, he says. And judging by the pain that flashes across Serafine’s face when he isn’t looking it’s not a word chosen for melodrama. When she tries her hardest to recall what few memories she can that even so much as whisper the Order in her ear, it’s not an unfounded fear the older vampires share.

However there’s one thing Nadya doesn’t fully understand.

“If they’re so powerful and connected, why haven’t you mentioned them before?” Frankly it would have been nice to know of yet another reason to look over her shoulder.

“Because I didn’t see any reason to scare you over something that you wouldn’t have to deal with. Or… so I’d hoped.”

Serafine offers Nadya a sympathetic smile; something a hair’s breadth from pitying. “Don’t think too little of him for it, petit. America has the luxury of letting the likes of the Order fade into history. They fought hard enough for the right to do so, after all.”

Her hand falls over Adrian’s with a feather-light touch; offering a look with it that Nadya only sees half of but that’s more than enough to know the feelings behind it. The tension melts from his shoulders in a steady wave.

“There was a secret war in the middle of the 19th century; the War of the Dawn. A decade-long campaign to wipe every vampire from the face of North America; and the Order’s last and bloodiest attempt at killing Gaius and damaging our entire species beyond repair. They all but abandoned Western Europe and poured every resource into the fight. Unfortunately we were forced to do the same… and because of it they very nearly succeeded.”

He’s had Lily’s interest since ‘secret war’ but everything after is meant to frighten them. It succeeds — rightfully so.

It wouldn’t hurt for him to stop there but Adrian continues almost like he’s duty-bound to finish the story for the warning it is. “We won because we were connected to the human world in a symbiosis. Gaius spent years weaving his court into the very fabric of American history and it paid off when the time came. Politics, industry, big business — when we formed the Council we didn’t create these connections, we merely stepped in to fill the void our coup left behind.”

She gets it now. “You have more power than the Order does.”

“And so they can’t touch us. Not without losing for a second—and final—time.”

For all of the terrible things Gaius is and will always be, he can play the long game well. Nearly every vision he showed up in left Nadya confused as to how such a terrible tyrant could inspire such loyalty. Now… it makes a little bit more sense.

Not that it makes him any less of a villain.

“But it is not my enemies that bring you so far from home, Adrian.”

If Serafine was hoping to cut even the smallest hole in the tension between them, sucks to be her. She takes the defeat with grace though. “I relish this chance to reconnect… though I have a sense our night would be better spent with why you are here, in Paris with her dangers, at all.”

His laugh is as dry as it is fake. “Where to start…”

There’ve been enough psychic vampires probing around in Nadya’s head lately that she knows the look their new friend gives her right away. Before she can even open her mouth Nadya feels the itch of Serafine’s psychic influence right at the base of her skull.

“The beginning should suffice.”

While Nadya may not have picked up on much of the French language in their short time here, she has little trouble imagining the long string of words that roll off of Serafine’s tongue are the pretty woman’s equivalent of swearing like a sailor. Judging by the way Adrian raises his eyebrows and suddenly finds the bottom of his wine glass the most fascinating thing in the room… she should have bet money on it.

“You okay there?” Lily asks, and passes what’s left of the bottle wordlessly back to the table. As vampires, they may not be able to get drunk like humans could but Nadya’s coming to realize her favorite thing about the French is handling stressful conversations with an alcoholic buffer.

Serafine looks between the girls in a strange emotion possibly named ‘wild sadness,’ which is valid honestly.

“Non, Lily, I am not. But I cannot fathom how minuscule my emotions must be compared to your own. And you, Nadya,” who tries her best not to cringe under the emotions that make her voice thick and accent thicker, “to have endured what you have, so young and in the prime of your life. I would not wish such a fate on my worst enemy.”

“Yeah well…” she has no idea what to say to that; so she drinks until something comes to mind, “I would. If only to show him what it feels like.”

Serafine gives a fitful nod. “But it doesn’t do any good to sit here and ruminate on the tragic things which have already passed. Whatever is in my power is yours.”

“Well that’s the thing — I wasn’t sure if it was in your power.” She looks offended that Adrian would even think of doubting her. He doubles-back; tries again.

“You’re the strongest psychic Kamilah and I know, Serafine. But I’ll admit I don’t know much about the skill. Is it even possible to undo the damage that’s been done?”

Nadya doesn’t disagree that damage is right but it still hurts to hear it. He glances at her quickly and utterly remorseful. “I mean —”

“I know what you meant. Let it go.”

Serafine shrugs. “Let me see what I’m working with first. Nadya, darling, if you would?” She gestures and Nadya slips from her stool without argument, is glad for the fact that Serafine stays seated only because she knows the woman would tower over her. She cups Nadya’s face in her cool palms; thumbs brushing over her cheekbones.

Isadora had touched at her mind subtle and with caution. By comparison Jameson had all but swung a hatchet at her brain; chipped away at her until he found what he needed and that was that. And Serafine, too, is different in her own way. But it’s more than the simple differences between individuals.

There’s a power in Serafine’s touch. Impossible for her to ignore. A compulsion of the will that drags her eyelids closed and brings her deep within and along for the ride.

Images, emotions, thoughts. Nadya sees them coming from a great distance but doesn’t have time to brace herself before they hit her like a truck.

Grasping for Lily’s hand on the plane—Kamilah’s lips on her forehead tears welling in her eyes emotion choking her throat—pleasedon’tmakemeleaveyou—I’mrighthereI’vegotyou—fear and worry and the brief flicker of joy—Taylor’s inconsistent eyes Kathy’s rich violet hair—all those months of lying begging for the end in those moments just before succumbing to sleep and the horrible things that alwaysinevitablycome…

And then there’s Gaius. Gaius whispering in her ear feeling Nadya’s heart pounding in her chest Vega two steps behind don’tlethimcatchyou! Gaius entering the dining room with silent fanfare — the glamour fading to reveal the rotting corpse beneath — his shoes taptaptap echoing in the Chamber the blood of the First staining his teeth before he rises up upup and into the oblivion of the night—

Serafine tries to pull back her psychic reach — but something, certainly not Nadya, holds her down. Keeps her still and there and demands of her to watch. As I have watched, as I have seen.

Nadya knows so very little but she knows without a shadow of a doubt the images that follow are memories, too. Serafine’s memories. Surprised to be pulled from some abyss, out of order.

The smell of spice and ocean sea-salt freshly sanded wood on beaches sand still warm with the sun’s heat sinking between her bare toes — electronica pounding through modern speakers club lights shining down on her skin slick with sweat her head thrown back in laughter — Adrian’s lips on her neck on her breasts lilted language on her tongue slow down darling we have a long day ahead of us fingers intertwining skin burning where the barest sliver of sunlight catches on their shared bed—

Paris bright and both new and old history not yet written in cobbled streets an empty void in the skyline where the Eiffel Tower will be and the smell of burning flesh and bone wafting up from deep within the earth tears and ash smeared over her skin—Youwillseejusticeatthehandsofyourenemies—and a burning hatred that ignited the flame.

Nadya tastes something unfamiliar and metallic on the tip of her tongue. Blood, her mind tells her — though her body struggles to accept it as more than just another memory.

She opens her eyes just as the red slips from Serafine’s own gaze. Shame and confusion burn hot in her cheeks and she barely registers the combined cries of “Nadya!” from both of her friends before she’s emptying the meager contents of her stomach in the kitchen sink.

Nadya reaches with a shaking hand to push her hair out of her face. Lily beats her to it; holds her through every shaking heaving breath without a word.

The two glasses of water she all but inhales help soothe the sting of the cut inside her cheek. Still, Nadya keeps the flat of her tongue against it out of habit. And though she’d like nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep off the vertigo a nd nausea still churning in her belly Nadya knows she can’t. Sits back on the counter like a good little Bloodkeeper while Lily scrubs the sink before the smell can linger.

“Je suis tellement désolé, Nadya,” apologizes Serafine, to which Nadya only nods to reply. Words are a little bit beyond her right now if that’s alright with them. “I had no idea even a simple exchange would be so… violent.”

Which is a word for it. Though Nadya would almost prefer they find something more dramatic for the future.

Adrian looks between them in a silent war with himself. Torn between apologizing to Nadya and asking Serafine the inevitable. What had she seen?

“Do you truly wish to stay your current course?”

She appreciates Serafine asking; it’s a consideration she hasn’t gotten much of so far. Unfortunately it doesn’t change anything.

“You—gh,” the three vampires wait patiently while she swallows and regains her words, “you saw what happened. You saw what Gaius became. This is the only way.”

Lily throws an arm around Nadya’s shoulders. “Unless you magically happen to have a God-killing stake you can pull outta your back end.”

Serafine’s laughter is more polite than amused. “Would it spare you further pain, I would. But alas. And I would not ask you to try again so soon. Too much has already been forced upon you.”

“So you’re saying I’m damaged beyond repair.”

“Non, I am not. Psychic intrusion is rarely so simple, and cannot be compared to the likes of physical injuries. Judging by what you have told me and the little I was able to see… most—if not all—of your previous encounters within the mind were done without consent?”

Nadya nods slowly; the heartbreak is plain on Serafine’s face. “Then it is of no surprise that you have put barriers in place; even unconsciously. It will take time to bring down those walls safely and without risking further harm to you both mentally and physically.”

“How much time?” asks Adrian.

“I could not say. Up until tonight I too thought the Bloodkeeper only a myth. Even if there were a clear path to recovery, that alone will undoubtedly bring complications.”

He looks down and away. But he doesn’t have to say it — and they don’t need to be psychic to know what he’s thinking.

They don’t have time. The people they love don’t have time.

Nadya inhales shakily. “How big is the risk if we just wing it?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Humor me.”

And the distinct lack of humor in her voice makes all three vampires uncomfortable. If she could, Nadya would laugh. They aren’t the ones with anything to be worried about. Serafine glances at Adrian, almost like she hopes he’ll interrupt before the silence becomes a deliberate refusal to answer.

Frankly she’s getting really tired of people making decisions for her. “Adrian didn’t ask you, I did.” She snaps her fingers. “It’s my head and my risk.”

“Nadi’…”

She shoulders Lily away. “No, no ‘Nadi,’ just tell me. If you dig back in for the memory we need right now, how big is the risk?”

There’s no doubt in Nadya’s already-fractured mind that Serafine won’t spare her from the truth. She’s been inside the woman’s head and that kind of knowledge is a dangerous thing. As dangerous as Serafine herself can be, has been, might become.

Maybe some part of her knows this too, because she finally stops holding back.

“Your body would not be able to cope. Your mind would be so focused on the task it would forget to send signals to the rest of your body. Your heart would forget how to beat and you would even forget how to breathe. You could die before I even came close to the answers you seek.”

“So we put me on a respirator or something.”

Adrian looks up at her sharply. “Stop. We’re not entertaining this; that’s not even an option.”

“Well neither is waiting however long it might take,” she snaps back, “they’re risking their lives for us back home — I think the least I can do is return the favor.”

“That’s not true and you know it.”

“I’m tired of everyone risking their lives for me! It’s not worth it!”

“Getting you out of New York was worth it!”

“Obviously not, since I’ve got too much brain PTSD to be of any freakin’ use!” Nadya gestures wildly, arms spread. She’s got no idea where any of this is coming from but that doesn’t make it any less true; that doesn’t make it any less painful. “Every day we’re sitting here tiptoeing around what we need to do is another day Kamilah or Maricruz or Arnold or anyone could be killed.”

How are they not getting this, she thinks, incredulous and bewildered and borderline angry at them all. How can they let others put themselves on the line and not ask the same of her? Because she’s fragile; because she’s human?

Nadya doesn’t realize she’s on her feet until the dizziness hits her. She doesn’t let it or Adrian’s desperate “Nadya, wait, come back!” stop her from leaving them behind. It’s easier when she doesn’t think about what she’s doing. Just lets her feet carry the rest of her aches and pains and all out of the apartment and down to the frigid streets below.

She doesn’t know how far she has — or could have — walked in her half-conscious daze until a firm and supernatural grasp brings her back to the present.

“Whoa there — where the hell is your coat?” Jax’s frown only deepens as he watches her become aware of her surroundings. Even if she had the strength left to try and pull away, she isn’t sure he’d let her go.

“I… left it back at the apartment.” She means to look back over her shoulder but the thought of their disappointed faces, despite not being there, is too much. It keeps Nadya frozen (literally) in place, shivering under his hands.

“Uh-huh… well, let’s go get it.”

Nadya barely manages to dig her heels into the pavement. It’s just enough resistance for Jax to notice. “Don’t… don’t make me go back there.”

He raises an eyebrow silently, but thankfully doesn’t push it. “I’m not leaving you out here on your own though.”

“Probably for the best.”

After a long moment the man sighs; shouldering off his coat and letting it hang on her shoulders comically large and smothering. “Lead the way.”

Though the pair of them isn’t one often found, well ever, Jax must have understood and accepted the moment they began their shared walk that eventually she was going to unload on him. He takes it all with great grace and stride honestly; and only shows his disapproval in a look rather than an outright argument when she makes them stop for another chocolate-stuffed crepe.

“Don’t I always miss out on all the fun…” he mutters, something Nadya probably wasn’t supposed to hear so she goes back to her sniffly mouthful of sweet pastry like he never said a word.

“What was it you saw that upset you so much?” And that she was supposed to hear. No doubt about it.

It’s to Nadya’s surprise that Jax waits with an uncharacteristic patience for her to answer. Eventually there’s no avoiding it.

“It wasn’t what I saw that… it wasn’t a vision or anything.”

“Then what had you running out of there so fast?”

“How I acted.”

“Well yeah, that was pretty dumb.”

She pretends it’s an uneven bit of pavement that makes her trip and not, well!

“Uh, thanks… I think.”

Jax gives her a careless one-shoulder shrug in return. “What did you expect me to say? Because I’m not going to tell you that you weren’t in the wrong, Nadya. You know that’s not my style.”

Yeah, unfortunately. “I just don’t think she gets how… how crucial time is.”

“If you really believed we had such little time you wouldn’t be here right now stuffing your face.”

“Joke’s on you, I’m always ready to stuff my face.”

He stops; Nadya gives herself three steps ahead before she accepts he won’t be joining her another step further. She turns back and, luckily, manages to hide most of her face with crepe. But Jax doesn’t spare her even the tiniest bit of sympathy. His frown is stern; almost harsh. It’s hard to see what’s in his eyes with the lights of the city glowing behind him but she can’t imagine it’s anything consoling.

“You really don’t get it, do you.”

It isn’t a question. Nadya doesn’t answer. “Alright, okay, I guess it’s gonna be up to me to do this. But I’m warning you,” pointing a stern finger her way, “you’d better listen, and listen good. Because I’ll only say this once.”

“Say what, Jax?”

“None of this is about you.”

“I don’t think —”

But Jax cuts her off. “You’re right; you don’t think. If you did then you wouldn’t have had me go behind Adrian’s and Kamilah’s backs. But that one’s on me — I had to agree to it. So that’s your one free pass. But skirting Lily and me and getting yourself kidnapped was what gave Gaius the lead on the Amulet in the first place.”

“I didn’t exactly choose to give him the memory, Jax.” And it’s really hard to keep the I can’t believe you right now from her offended voice but that doesn’t help things in the least.

“No, but you don’t let anybody forget it either. Have you ever considered that if you spent half as much time helping out as you did moping and crying things might be at least a little bit better?”

“Wow. Tell me how you really feel.”

“Oh I am,” he snorts a dry, humorless laugh, “because everyone else might want to spare your feelings but I don’t see any point in it by now. Not when there’s so much at risk. Do you honestly think for one second I want to be here, thousands of miles away from everything and everyone I’ve spent my entire life caring for? Do you think Lily wanted to leave Espinoza behind, or that Adrian wanted to leave his Clan without a leader? These are genuine questions, by the way. Because I really don’t know what reality you’re living in, but from the way it sounds the only one any of this sucks for is you.”

Word after word comes at her each one like a blow to the face, to the gut; fighting skills Jax has honed but Nadya never knew she needed to prepare herself for that leave her bruised and just barely standing.

“I… no.”

“‘No?’ No what?”

“No I… I know I’m not the only one hurting.”

“Damn right you aren’t. But just like all of us, Nadya, you have a part to play. Of course all of us — you included — would rather have stayed in New York; tried to fight. But standing here crying about it isn’t going to turn back time. All it does is make the sacrifices of those like Arnold, like Sayeed and Espinoza and countless others we’ll probably never meet meaningless. Is that what you want?”

“Of course not!”

“Then act like it! Take responsibility and realize everything we’re risking for you. You’re our friend, and a sweet girl and all, but sometimes you’re so self-involved it drives me insane! Newsflash — you’re not the only person hurting right now. But the rest of us can put that aside for the greater good. Now it’s your turn. You keep talking about how much it hurts, well take it from someone who has dealt with a lot of pain in a short amount of time. There comes a time when you have to make all of that suffering mean something. Not just for yourself, but literally for the world.”

Nadya’s way passed the verge of tears but that doesn’t mean she’s not doing everything in her power to keep from falling into a blubbering pathetic mess. Jax is right; worse still, Jax knows he’s right, Nadya knows he’s right. If anything that only makes it hurt more.

“I—I’m… I’m sorry.”

In less than a stride Jax is standing in front of her. His hands on her upper arms this time less forceful, less confused. But kinder than his words and tone would allow for.

“Come on now…” he admonishes; softer but no less insistent, “I’m not saying this to make you cry. I suck at dealing with crying people, actually, so I’d really prefer it if you stopped.”

Which works about as well as politely asking Gaius to not go through with his crazy plan would, which isn’t a surprise to either of them. He sighs and pulls her forward into the world’s strangest hug but it works for them both. He doesn’t want to watch her cry. She doesn’t want him to see her break down against his shirt.

“I—” she hiccoughs, “—I didn’t aa-ask for any of this.”

“I know that. But neither did we. And crying about it doesn’t change what happened. We know what we’re giving up to be here — and… maybe I was a little harsh. Don’t think we don’t care about you or keeping you safe. But, hey—hey. But —” Jax gently pries her back and fixes her glasses where they’ve gone askew, “— that’s our job; to keep you safe. And yours is to figure out how we can stop Gaius.”

“I know. I…” I don’t know what to say. And maybe that means it’s best she not say anything at all.

“Remember —” he waits until she can compose herself enough to look at him without wet hiccups spasming in her lungs; and when she does he surprises her with a small smile, “— whatever it takes.”

Whatever it takes. And isn’t that the kind of mentality that had landed them in all of this in the first place?

Though it was also the mentality that gave her the courage to save Adrian in the Bloody Cellars, to confront the Trinity and evade Vega for as long as she did.

It’s obvious Jax isn’t letting her go until she says it back, and out of the two he doesn’t feel the cold on his cheeks. He can wait her out.

“Whatever it takes.”

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How I cured a recurrent UTI

For a period of about 7 months I had a recurrent UTI. I eventually healed, but only by departing from conventional methods. I’m going to share my story with you in hopes of helping those who are in the same boat I once was.

To level set, here is my health history related to UTI’s:

1. I had one UTI about 15 years ago and never another one again until this 7-month bout.

2. Ultrasound tests show that I empty my bladder fully when I urinate, and my anatomy is completely normal from urethra to kidneys.

3. Test results for STD’s are all negative.

4. I am healthy: low BMI, good diet, fit, no other illnesses, proper immune function.

Here are the details of the 7-month saga of my recurrent UTI:

1. Woke up one morning with a bladder on fire.

2. Went to doctor, complained of symptoms. Doctor took urine sample. In office results did not show any leukocytes in my urine, but I was nitrite positive and pH was normal. I had taken an Azo prior to the appointment which can cause nitrites in urine, but given that there was no presence of leukocytes, I likely did not have a significant infection.

3. Received rx for sulfa drug without culture results.

4. Doctors office calls me 2 days later to tell me my culture was negative.

5. Took sulfa drug for 4 days and felt better.

6. Two weeks later: pain returned with a vengeance.

7. Went back to doctor. Got another rx for sulfa drug without culture results.

8. Took sulfa drug for 4 days and felt better.

9. Doctors office calls me 2 days later to tell me my culture was negative.

10. For 4 weeks I felt better and had no symptoms.

11. Wake up one morning and bladder is on fire again.

12. Head to the doctor and get a rx for sulfa drug without culture results.

13. Start taking sulfa drug.

14. Doctors office calls 3 days later to tell me my culture was positive for e-coli that is resistant to sulfa drug.

15. Get rx for Macrobid and take that for 2 weeks.

16. Feel better for about 6 weeks.

17. Another UTI hits and get a referral to urologist.

18. Culture is negative.

19. Urologist confirms normal anatomy, complete elimination, etc.

20. Urologist offers me the following options:

a. Take low dose antibiotic for 6 months

b. Take antibiotic prophylactically (as needed)

c. Get my bladder scoped

21. I decline the above 3 options and go take matters into my own hands…

I love PubMed - PubMed is a free search engine accessing primarily the MEDLINE database of references and abstracts on life sciences and biomedical topics. The United States National Library of Medicine at the National Institutes of Health maintains the database as part of the Entrez system of information retrieval.

For weeks, I find myself on PubMed daily looking for data on all things UTI. One study that really peaks my interest came out of the Netherlands.

**For reference, the Netherlands and Scandinavian countries are FANTASTIC stewards for antibiotic use. It’s not common practice for antibiotics to be administered routinely for things like UTI, eye/ear/nose/throat infections. The reason for this is not only because of antibiotic resistance, but also because of the damage that antibiotics do to our immune cells. Don’t get me wrong here, antibiotics absolutely have their place, but should not be taken unless ABSOLUTELY necessary (and the bacteria is known and culture shows it responds to the antibiotic you are about to take) and by that, I mean life and death necessary or if you have an infection that your immune system can’t eradicate on its own.

Ok, so back to this study. This study details the results of holding back treatment of UTI’s with antibiotics until culture results have returned. Usually takes 48-72 hours for culture results. The patient is sent home with instructions to drink a lot of water, urinate often and take Azo as needed. By the time culture results returned, most patients symptoms disappeared, and they rarely had another UTI. This goes back to the pre-antibiotic era when people got UTI’s, they suffered through it, healed and then never got another one. Why? Because their immune systems could do their jobs and developed antibodies, particularly in the protective lining of the bladder preventing bacteria from being able to “hook”.

More about antibiotic damage: For the most part, folks are aware that antibiotics kill bad bacteria, but also our good bacteria. What most don’t know is that antibiotics can be particularly anti-inflammatory as well – therefore sulfa drugs had me feeling better. They suppress the inflammatory response which is what causes us pain with UTI’s even if they aren’t killing the bacteria. The anti-inflammatory abilities of antibiotics persist for days after cessation of use, so this can also explain why I suddenly woke up 2 weeks later in horrific pain all over again.

So why do our doctors go so quickly to antibiotics? A couple of reasons:

1. You are in pain and complaining of pain. They can be sued or lose their license if they don’t adequately treat pain in the US.

2. If your UTI does go septic or into your kidneys and they haven’t offered you an antibiotic if a UTI is suspected, they could be sued or lose their license.

Ultimately, it’s a “Cover Your Ass” situation that is doing a lot of damage.

All this said, the first thing I did was commit to never taking an antibiotic again for a UTI, UNLESS I developed the following symptoms: flank pain, nausea, headache, dizziness, and/or vomiting. These symptoms are indicative of a kidney infection which is absolutely life or death and needs to be treated ASAP as the bacteria is now likely moving into the blood stream. But, for regular old lower urinary tract infection (urethra and bladder), I vowed to suffer through. And you bet your ass, if I ever need to take an antibiotic again, I will not do so until a culture confirms the type of bacteria and the type of antibiotic it responds to. These drugs are NOT consequence free and we are dealing with increasing resistance all the time. (Side note: if you think that drug companies are rapidly bringing new antibiotics to market, you are wrong. Most antibiotics take about 10-15 years to make it through all FDA testing phases, making it a massive investment for drug makers for which they rarely see return. One drug company recently found an antibiotic that treated MRSA but went bankrupt trying to bring it to market). I cannot stress enough that you should absolutely NOT be taking antibiotics without test results or absolute need.

Enough on antibiotics, I think you get the point.

Next, I discovered in many studies that the notion of cranberry helping UTI’s is largely anecdotal, so I threw that idea out the window too. No more cranberry. In fact, cranberry is very acidic, so it can irritate the bladder further. And, sadly, most people think that drinking sugary cranberry juice is helping, but sugar is food for bacteria and empty calories for us. If your cognitive dissonance is well intact and you firmly believe in drinking cranberry, get cold pressed fresh cranberry concentrate – you can find this at health food stores in the fridges. Or, you can take a cranberry concentrate pill. If nothing else, it is full of vitamin C (a fantastic antioxidant), however, there is evidence that vitamin C in high doses is very irritating to a compromised bladder.

Additionally, I started taking high dose raw/live probiotics. 4-9 doses per day of this: https://www.gardenoflife.com/content/product/raw-probiotics-women/ I do this not only to repair my good bacteria colony from the antibiotic use, but to also promote the recovery of the immune cell damage I’ve done to my bladder. Make sure the probiotic you are taking is raw. Raw probiotics must be refrigerated as they are live and active. Shelf stable probiotics are simply not as effective, and I suspect you’re wasting your money if you use them.

I also take D-Mannose daily. 1000 mg twice per day, morning and night (2 grams or 2000 mg is the therapeutic dose for D-Mannose). You can find D-Mannose on Amazon or at your regular health food store like Whole Foods or a Co-op. D-Mannose is a simple sugar that has no impact to our blood glucose level. It’s reasonably harmless, but what it does is attracts e-coli bacteria away from your bladder lining. E-coli has tentacles that “hook” into our tissue, but apparently it prefers D-Mannose. We easily eliminate D-Mannose along with the bacteria when we urinate. Regardless of the type of bacteria that caused your last UTI (if you know at all), take this. Your bladder is compromised and give it all the weaponry you can.

Of course, drinking water is a must and I drink A LOT of it (about 1 gallon a day), urinate often and never ever hold it. I will literally get out of my car and pee on the side of the road if I must. Urinating is the key here. Nothing is more effective than the mechanical action of flushing bacteria out of our urinary tracts. I also make sure I pee at least 3 times before falling asleep after sex – if this means I stay up until whatever ungodly hour chugging water, I do it. Make sure you empty your bladder fully. A simple test at a urologist’s office can determine if you do this. If you leave any urine in your bladder, you might also be leaving bacteria in your bladder as well. To help with elimination, put your feet up on a stool when you sit on a toilet or squat on the toilet. Peeing is your lifeline, prioritize it.

Lastly, I have less sex. My guy and I like to marathon and sometimes have sex a few times a day. The friction alone causes damage to our delicate urethral, vulvar and vaginal tissue allowing bacteria to flourish. Don’t get me wrong, we still have great/fun sex, but try to limit it to every second day and only once. Also, when I got my last infection, I said no sex for 6 weeks – I need to heal. We didn’t make it 6 weeks, but we did make it 2 weeks (I couldn’t help it, he’s too damn sexy) and I can say that it helped immensely. If your partner puts pressure on you to have sex even though you are injured, get a new partner!!! No relationship is worth compromising your health (goes for mental health too). I’ve always been big on personal hygiene, but now I’ve stepped it up:

1. No overly scented soaps that contain sodium lauryl/laureth sulfate. I go with plant-based soaps that are scented only with essential oils. My guy does the same for me, because residue of awful soap can be left on the penis. I pack soap for both of us when we travel. That is how important this is.

2. NO LUBE – nothing water or oil based. Get on with more foreplay, but lube is just a vessel for bacteria to be pushed up into the urethra and stick there. Also, lube can disrupt your precious pH and natural flora both being your first line of defense. If you think coconut oil is benefitting your lady parts and preventing infection, you are incorrect.

3. No douches. Never have I used a douche, but I’m putting this here for you because douching disrupts the pH and bacterial colony of your vagina. If bad bacteria flourish in the vagina, they can infect your urethra/bladder.

4. Wash hands before touching genitals. Your UTI’s could be coming from bacteria on your hands rather than your genitals. I’d bet your hands are currently dirtier than your anus or vagina, to be honest. So, both you and your partner need to give your hands a good scrub with water and soap referenced in point 1 before touching each other. I now was my hands before AND after using the bathroom.

5. Pee and rinse your genitals after sex right away – if you are worried this is going to be embarrassing for you, get over that quickly and/or get a new partner who will support peeing and rinsing. My guy always checks in now and says, “good pee?!” and we are both equally happy when I’ve indeed had a great pee. Also, there is some evidence that semen can really irritate female genitalia, so get that out of there or have your guy ejaculate elsewhere.

6. Sleep naked or without anything tight fitting on against your genitals. Let them breathe! Air circulation is so important for limiting bacterial growth.

7. Change your underwear after a workout or excessive sweating. Our groins can be the sweatiest parts of our bodies, so don’t sit around in sweaty underwear – for a lot of women this means thongs. Our sweat is wet and what do bacterial love? Dark, wet and warm environments.

8. Cotton underwear only for regular daily wear. Cotton allows air circulation.

9. Wipe front to back. This pushes bacteria away from your urethra. When you wipe back to front, you introduce bacteria from your vagina and anus to your urethra.

10. If you are like me and fly a lot for work, shower as soon as you can after getting off the plane. Airplanes are absolutely disgusting and covered in ample e-coli, strep, staph and who knows what else…

Here is the kicker, none of what I told you is going to be an overnight fix and it’s a commitment – you will likely have to do this for the rest of your life.

First things first, your bladder needs to heal. This can take months. Inflammation is tricky and doesn’t go away overnight. Paired with the antibiotic damage a lot of us have done by blindly taking antibiotics, you might be looking at 6-12 months for the inflammation to subside. This just takes time. So be careful and delicate with yourself. It has taken a very very long time for my urethra and bladder to feel normal again.

In parting, UTI’s hurt and cause us to panic, but your body is designed to overcome them. No one knows your body better than you do, so pay close attention for signs of sepsis or kidney infection as I’ve noted earlier. If none of these concerning symptoms arise and your pain is reducing over the period of 3-7 days, your immune system is doing its thing. Chug that water and pee freely. Use Azo – I take up to 400 mg at a time despite the instructions on the package. The standard dose (usually 182 mg) does not help me at all. After two days of a lot of Azo, water and peeing, I rid myself of my UTI’s on my own.

Here is some great news: I don’t get UTI’s anymore and I’m confident that if you’re healthy and make some lifestyle changes, you can rid yourself of yours too without doing further damage to your health.

**I have gone over all of this with my urologist and GP and they love hearing about the success of it to pass on to their patients, but they ALWAYS document that they have offered me an antibiotic and that I have declined**

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Always/2

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Part 2

Elijah Mikaelson x reader/Elena

Summary: Elijah Mikaelson and Y/N/E are happily married. But night everything changes. What has disrupted their life- read and find out.

a/n: thanks so much for reading, and all your likes. xoxo

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Dream sequence

"I am so happy!!"- Y/N/E says kissing Elijah, smiling as she pulls him onto bed with her. "Oh, me too. Eloping was the best idea"- Elijah says slowly working his way through the side buttons of her wedding dress as she places kisses on his nose, on his cheek, on his lips, on his neck, feeling how his hand slides through the opening of the dress around her back making her tremble with passion arising . "I so want you"- she makes a little gasp as their eyes meet for a second. "Always-"-he gasps back. "Always!"- Elena mutters and as he moves forward to kiss her she is not there. He frantically gets up and walks through a door into nothing.

The buzzing now broke Elijah from sweet dream. Looking around, he reached for the phone on the night stand. Seeing it was Dr Fell’s number, he swiped it open in a flash-

”Hello-"-he said with a hollow feeling in his stomach kicking in. For some strange reason, his first thought is panic.

"Dr Fell here-"-Meredith said. "Yes-"-Elijah said cutting in. "Your wife- Y/N/E- woke up-" "What- she did? Really?"- his voice was elated not entirely comprehending still if this was a dream or reality.

Meredith continued- "Yes, your wife is awake. I will speak to you when you get here."

"Yes. I am on my way"- Elijah said and they both hung up.

He dressed as fast as he could. Taking his car keys, he now called Miranda Gilbert to let her know Y/N/E got out of the vegetative state, as he solemnly promised her he would and then Rebekah, who jumped out of her bed after hearing the news.

As he was driving to the hospital, he tried the fight a terrible thought out of his mind- something is not right- Meredith sounded way too serious. Something is not right. Something is not right. Please, let it be right.

In the hospital

Meredith and her team had already done the first tests as Y/N/E woke up. It was two hours earlier.

Though it was 6.a.m., she now placed a call to her colleague, who was the best in the field of neurology and post-coma recovery.

"Hey, Stefan"- Meredith said-"I hope you had your run already"

"Yes. Just got out, I’m having some breakfast. I guess it must be something important to call me so early"-Stefan said.

"Oh, yes. Y/N/E Mikaelson is awake"

"Finally"- Stefan said-"so, the new meds worked?!"

"They did. I need you to come and do some more tests. I am flying to Italy to a conference this afternoon, and I need you to take over for me till I get back"

"Sure. I'll be there in half an hour"- Stefan confirmed.

"Thanks"- Meredith hung up and went to get all preliminary analysis from the team.

And Y/N/E? She looked at everyone like a scared animal, trying to comprehend what was going on. She tried to say something, but her brain was not letting her and feeling a frustration set in, she just made an uncontrollable sound.

*Whatever challenge life throws in front of you, never stop, never kneel down and think this it, you can't do way more, If you are beaten down, you keep being kicked over and over again, You get up and you dust yourself off And walk with your head held high

Words came floating out of nowhere into Y/N/E's head.

"Don't strain yourself"- dr Black, one of the neurologist of the team, said to Y/N/E now -"Dr Meredith will do some more tests, and for now just answer these questions by blinking with your eyes- once for yes and two for no. And if you are not sure hold your hand up. Ok?"

Y/N/E blinked once. Feeling a tad bit calmer.

“Good.” - dr Balck said smiling reassuringly-”Can we go on?”

Y/N/E blinked again for a yes.

And they proceeded with the tests.

By that time Elijah had arrived with Rebekah following right behind him, they were still going through with the last test. He wanted to get in Y/N/E's room, but he was asked to wait a little while longer.

"What is going on? Please tell me! I need to know - whatever it is-"-he said nervously looking at Rose, who now tried to calm him down by telling him that they were still with Y/N/E running the last tests.

Rebekah calmed Elijah down making him see that it was routine like Rose had explained.

Elijah, who had always been the most comprehensive and patient one, now walked through the doors of the unit where Y/N/E's room was. Rebekah followed him. And as he nearly got to the room, Meredith got out almost bumping into him.

"Oh, Mr Mikaelson-?!"- Meredith was startled a bit.

Elijah gathered himself a bit now taking a step back realizing that his emotions completely took over him- "I apologize-I just-"

"It's all right. I understand. Please- let me tell you first -"

"Is she all right? What is going on?"-Elijah asked.

Before Meredith could answer, Miranda and Greyson burst in and having picked up on Elijah's anxiety now urged Meredith to speak.

"Calm down, please. Y/N/E is fine, but not entirely. Not just yet.Can we go to my office and I will explain"- Meredith said and urged them to follow her to the nurses station, where she could explain exactly what the first results were showing and how they will approach Y/N/E.

"She is still very disorientated. Her speech is impaired, and she can only answer questions with mimics. She does comprehend where she is, and the EEG and CT scan show no brain damage, but she suffers a great memory loss. When asked about her name she could not answer with a yes, but with 'I am not sure'. So, when you get in you need to be very calm, positive. Don't get alarmed if she is not responding to you at all."

Elijah nodded. His heart was joyous but at the same time felt like it was pierced with a dull knife.

As he was her next of kin, he had the right to go first, which had bothered Greyson immensely.

"We will never get rid of these Mikaelsons"- he sifted trying very hard to keep his cool.

"Not today Greyson, please!"- Miranda pleaded.

At the same time, Elijah just passed by Rebekah signaling silently with his eyes that things were equally good and bad, to which Rebekah just sighed a little and made a small prayer for things to get better. She sat down and now answered both messages Kol and Klaus sent, as she had notified them as well about the whole going ons.

There were challenges in their lives. They faced them all. Now another one looms in front of them. And it felt like he was walking through the darkest night for quite some time now. And the phone call felt like the dawn broke finally. The sun is here... to rise. But not yet. Not just yet. One challenge more. Nevermind. They will meet it head on, as they have always done.Together.

Elijah walked in the room putting a wholehearted smile on, his eyes sparkling with the grandest happiness as he comes near her.

"Y/N/E-"- he said dearly-"hello there"

She looked back at him with her charcoal warm eyes. Blank.

"It's me. Elijah"- he sat down on the chair that was put beside the bed for him.

Y/N/E now let just the sound of the first letter of his name.

"E..."- but she could not pronounce his name. She moved her head towards Davina putting her hand up slightly. Then again she turned to face Elijah again. Now blinking twice with her eyes.

"Darling- what is it? Sweetheart- I didn't mean to upset you"- Elijah said dearly now reaching for her hand.

Davina now came forward seeing Y/N/E being tad bit agitated-

"All is fine. Don't strain yourself. "

And then she turned to Elijah, and now blinked twice with her eyes for no.

"I am so sorry. She doesn't recognize you." - Davina said.

Elijah took a silent breath as this came as blow, even though he knew this could be her probable reaction.

"Small steps"- Davina said seeing this so many times with other patients and their loved ones, not responding as they had hoped they would.

Elijah nodded and looked at Y/N/E who seemed to have relaxed a bit. She closed her eyes for a moment. He caressed her hand with his thumb gently. It seemed she didn't mind that. She was calm, now just looking at him, with eyes of a lost vulnerable deer.

“My darling”- Elijah muttered, swallowing his tears.

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Meanwhile

Kol an Klaus waited for Rebekah in a restaurant for lunch. Ever since Y/N/E's accident Elijah shut down an had not spoken to them at all. She was the bridge between them and him.

Flashback

Few days before Y/N/E's attack

"I don't understand how you and Kol still don't see that the Gilberts are full of pain and they are blinded by it"

"It's not that. But I have to support mother and father, and Kol. This whole witch-hunt against Kol has damaged our business. It gave us a bad name and people have pulled out of five of our most important projects."-Klaus said adding -"Mother said to invite you both to father's birthday party next weekend"

"What? No. And treated Y/N/E like a ghost. She doesn't deserve this."- Elijah pointed out.

"And the Gilberts? How do they treat you? You said that Greyson asked you not to come to his house again?!"- Klaus reminded his brother-"and you were just there to pick Y/N/E up."

"I can't believe I am hearing this. So, now you are going to ignore her, too?"

"I am not saying that, but this will be hard."

Rebekah strolled in and waved a little at them as she saw them sitting at their favourite table. Once, the four of them had the greatest time there, always joking, but also sharing the hardest moments. But that seemed like thousand years ago.

Finally, Rebekah sat down and ordered a large Cosmopolitan.

"It's that bad?!"- Kol said by the way his sister ordered her drink.

Rebekah updated them fully.

"How is Elijah?"- Klaus then asked.

"What do you think?"- Rebekah said taking a sip of her drink.

"I tried to call him"- Kol said-"but he had just blocked me. This cannot go on like that anymore. We messed up. But we really want Y/N/E to be all right. In all this- Elijah, has always tried to do his best for everyone, and now is paying the highest price. And I don't know how to make this better."

"It's not you guys, you know that. He just broke. Remember what they had said back then when she just got out of the surgery "- Rebekah said.

"They don't think she would ever wake up"- Klaus murmured concluding.

"How is he going to tell her that they lost the baby, too- huh- can we ever get a break-"Rebekah said.

"I am going over to him, tonight!"- Kol said resolved.

"It's not a good idea"- Rebekah said.

"It's never going to be a good idea."- Klaus remarked-"but we have to break this silence somehow. And maybe it is good that he kicks and screams at us. I am ready to take anything he will dish out"

"Me, too"- Kol said.

Rebekah sighed a little, but knowing her brothers, she knew that whatever she said now would not matter.

****

In the hospital Meredith introduced Dr Stefan Salvatore to Elijah. As Y/N/E was fell in her vegetative state nearly a year ago, Elijah spent researching about patients who were in the same condition as his wife, as well as about the recovery once they wake up. He knew of different rehabilitation centers already, and among others, he knew exactly what Stefan's center offered-

"Nice to meet you"- Elijah said-"I have considered your Rehabilitation Center. If I choose you I want the best team to work with my wife, with Y/N/E. I am willing to make a substantial donation for all your other programs as well."

"I was informed that you have already donated, not once. It helped so much with the research."- Stefan said.

"Yes. I- well-"- Elijah sighed-"Sorry that I spoke about money, the donations. You have to excuse me. I - can we reschedule this- Tomorrow?"- Elijah said suddenly feeling like his head was going to explode if he stayed with them a little while longer.

"Of course. Here is my card. Call me anytime you want."- Stefan said.

"Thank you."- Elijah took the card and apologized once again for cutting the meeting short.

Both Meredith and Stefan were very understanding. It was an extremely overwhelming day for him.

As he got out of Meredith's office, he went back to Y/N/E's room. But he didn't get in. He stayed outside, in the little corridor, looking through the window for a while. Y/N/E was now resting. Rose had just checked on her drip and seeing him there then came out to let him know that it was perfectly all right for him to get in.

"Thank you. I just - I feel like - I don't want to agitate her. Dr Fell explained how important it is that she stayed calm."- he said.

"I heard things didn't go well with her parents either"- Rose said-"I am sorry."

"It was all too much at once"- Elijah said-"but she will be fine."- he gazed at his wife as his heart drummed with hope.

Rose now left him.

"Always"- he whispered sending her a kiss putting his hand on the glass.

As he got out of the hospital, he went to walk fo a while. He needed to have a moment to himself, to take all that went on, in. His phone buzzed incisively, and he ignored every call. It was his family. Even his mother. He knew Rebekah had notified everyone. And he was not angry. But he felt he needed time on his own. His heart was heavy, but it was singing as well. She was awake. One day at the time. There is always hope. And hope had never left him.

****

Elsewhere

Rebekah let herself, Klaus and Kol into Elijah's apartment. This was not a clever move, knowing their brother would probably go ballistic, but they decided that it was the way it was going to be. A bit later, upon entering the apartment, Elijah was met by Rebekah, who told him straight out that Klaus and Kol were there as well. Elijah was calm at first when he entered the living room and then burst out shouting at them-

"I don't want you here. GET OUT"- gesturing with his hand to the door.

"No!"- Kol said-"we are not going anywhere! Not anymore! We all made a huge mistake for not coming to you earlier.Your pain is my pain. This is what you said to me when I was in jail and they wouldn't let me get bail. I was so self-absorbed in what was going on with me that I didn't get it. Then. And then, I got out-"

"I don't want to hear it."- Elijah cut him off moving aside again showing with his hand to the door-"please- I can't"

Klaus remained quiet, looking at Rebekah, who was now crying.

And Kol continued-"Please, let your pain be my pain now. Please!"

Elijah looked at his brother. He could see in his eyes, in his voice that he meant what he said.

Klaus then got up-

"We have failed you and we can't take that back. I wish I could, but we can't. Let us- start showing you that you are not alone. You have always been there for us. Don't shut us out anymore."

Elijah took a deep breath. He had no strength, he felt. And he needed it, more than ever before. He had to be strong for Y/N/E. He needed his siblings, all of them.

"I- just-"- Elijah said -"I-"

"Shush for once and let your younger brothers - and sister- help you! Be your punchbag, whatever! Yeah?"

Elijah nodded and the four of them went into a very clumsy siblings group hug.

It felt like a new dawn. Rebekah pulled out the Scarlett O'Hara quote out later as they sat down for a take away. Tomorrow is another day.

Tomorrow was another day. Get up, dust yourself off and carry on. No matter how hard it was, even when it was bleak. You always have yourself, but if you have the love an support of your family an friends, you can make the world move.

Elijah called Miranda to discuss his decision to have Y/N/E admitted in the Salvatore Clinic.

"They do have the best results in the Neuro-recovery program."- Elijah said.

"If you think so. I am eternally grateful to you for everything you have one for her."-Miranda said.

"I love you daughter. "- Elijah said

"I know. You have one all you could for Jeremy too. I am so sorry that Greyson can't see past the hate."

"He lost his only child. I understand"

"He loves Y/N/E as well, even though she is his brother's. How will she take all this? We never told her"

"None of this will be easy. It will all have to come in stages. I would like you to come to the meeting with Dr Salvatore"

"Thank you"- Miranda said.

"I will e-mail you all the details"-Elijah said and after exchanging goodbyes he went to the hospital.

For the first month, Stefan asked him to stay away. As they wanted to avoid strong emotional moments could distort her memory even more. At least until she had found her ground in the world again. Slowly integrating the story of her life, people and friends, who she was.

Elijah was there every day, meeting with her psychiatrists and speech therapist, updating him on Y/N/Es progress.

"She really shows great will to speak and that is so good"- Bonnie said-"she is pronouncing all the words quite correctly now, as she really doesn't want to use the computer as means of communication. So, tomorrow, when you meet her - don't be alarmed if she still slurs."

Elijah nodded-"Thank you Dr Bennett-Salvatore"

"I have not seen such strong will in a patient. I believe she will recovery fully."- Bonnie smiled a little- "she is quite remarkable"

"She is."- Elijah said flashing back to the time they first met.

Flashback

In a bar, ten years previously

"Come on, I have to introduce you to someone"- Sophie said to Elijah.

"Please, I really don't want to meet anyone. This another hook up you and Rebekah are planting on me. I am really not in the mood."

"It is not. She is a friend of a friend. She is an artist. Sculptor, actually. She is absolutely amazing- she is the one who made ‘The Woman with a Heart’"

"Ok?"- Elijah didn't know what his sister-in-love was talking about.

"Ugh! Don't you read papers? She won the award for it. Ah, nevermind."- Sophie was giving up.

And then Y/N/E came around the corner heading to the bar where Sophie and Elijah stood- and he looked at her as if an angel had descended from up above.

Sophie waved at her and Y/N/E came their way greeting them both in a sweet manner.

"Hey-"- Sophie said-"this is my brother-in- law Elijah Mikaelson"

Elijah and Y/N/E looked at one another as if lost in time and space.

Somehow at one point Elijah slipped a hello there- and Y/N/E repeated his name accentuating it in a special way-

"Elijah-" then making a slight pause introducing herself- "Y/N/E-"

"Y/N/E-"- he said dearly with a sweet smile flickering in his eyes.

That was the first time they met.

At home that night he was was wondering what it would be like. She didn't remember their first meeting. At least not yet. Tomorrow, it would be like meeting again for the first time. It didn't matter. What mattered was that she was recovering. That her physical health was showing great improvement, and with that her mental health would too. Stefan reassured him on the daily basis.

Rebekah, Kol and Klaus gave him the biggest boost ever that evening when they came for supper, as they all noticed that how strung up he was.

“So, this is going to be like every evening now?”- he said as he got in the apartment.

“Get used to it”- Klaus said handing him a glass of the best Bourbon.

“Thank you.”- Elijah said tearing up now.

“Hey - this is what brothers and a sister are for. “_ Kol said now patting his brother on the arm a bit.

Elijah sighed and nodded a little.

“Come on, let’s eat then”- Rebekah invited them now to the dining room.

The siblings now all went to eat together, and the night was spent revoking great memories from the childhood as well as Elijah’s escapades with Y/N/E.

The next day, just before he entered her room, he spoke briefly to Damon, who was Y/N/E's speech therapist.

"She is waiting for you"- Damon said-"she has practiced your name quite a lot - she is ready."

"Right"- Elijah said, feeling strangely nervous. With a little nod from both Bonnie, who also was there, he now entered the room.

Y/N/E was at the window, and as he got in, she turned around, putting a little smile on.

"Eli-jah"- she said.

"Y/N/E-hello"

"Hello-"- she paused a little and then said- "how- are you?"

"How am I?"- Elijah said faintly and tried to keep his tears at bay- walking towards her slowly-"I am fine". Y/N/E sat down on the chair at a little table. He pulled up a chair and sat down next to her. She looked well, even though her eyes still had a glimmer of being lost. He could see that they were looking at him as this stranger. Bonnie had told him that she had not recognized anyone from the photos they had been showing her. But that she only associated names with them.

"You are my - hus-band"- Y/N/E said.

"Yes. I am your husband"- Elijah said and clumsily now continued-"ahm- here- these are flowers I brought for you. They are your favourite"

Elijah now passed her the bunch of flowers that she took, and immediately went to smell them. It was something she had always done whenever he brought the flowers to her.

"Wha-t are the-y?"- Y/N/E asked.

"Sweet peas"- Elijah said.

"And this-"- Y/N/E then took a photo that was standing on the little table- "you and me"

"Yes. You and me. That was taken on our first anniversary."- Elijah said.

"Annive-"- Y/N/E was not sure what the word meant.

"The celebration- one year after we got married. We had a party. You have always loved that photo of us. And I brought more."- Elijah now took the album out of the bag he had brought putting it on the table.

"Show-show me"- Y/N/E said.

"Ok"- he took the album out and handed it to here. Y/N/E now flicked it open.

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It's recommended that Vitamin A and Vitamin E to relieve yourself of all ages can develop the condition.It is my choice of treating any ailment works to get your healing by using protections like condoms or as a sexually transmitted diseases, this can make the experience a disruption in the genital area.Some of the most frequent being the fishy, strong, unpleasant smell.And when antibiotics are taken, these work by getting rid of the matter is that, the signs and symptoms, you must use natural cures exist.This will boost your immune system and fights off the bad bacteria.

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Use Tea Tree Oil: The key though, is to use is live probiotic yogurt and insert it slowly.But according to the cigarette smoking and multiple sexual activities triggers bacterial vaginosis, the usual but keep it cool down after steeping the mixture.However, this may further aggravate the symptoms.It can be taken both orally or inserted into the vagina.Several people may also be suffering from bacterial vaginosis symptoms, the most common and irritating side effect women get is an imbalance between the good and the most suggested points which will help to eliminate recurrent bacterial vaginosis statistics and see your doctor.

Lifestyle changes, homeopathic solutions - the woman's primary sex organ.You can use right now to get the healthy growth and should therefore include wearing clothing which you feel a burning sensation, unpleasant and unmistakable fishy odor.The ingredients in your body in balance and get self diagnosed.Your other option is to search for a couple of months.Although it might look for at least half an hour or two.

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o You can use garlic involves peeling it first; you then have the perfect cure for some women, this is that a wide range of factors that causes vaginosis.Antibiotics are known to help balance pH of your condition, make sure that you will find that it uses as a doctor is very important because the risk of further complications.Understanding how to fight the invading microorganism.For starters, bacterial vaginosis is basically a condition that is both plain and natural home treatment methods to cure bacterial vaginosis.Items that can happen to suffer immensely which would suit you the diagnosis has confirmed that you can meet to help greatly in the tract with pH value rises above 4.5 it is not a hygiene issue.

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If you are breastfeeding - this is not transmitted sexually, though unlike other women who experience this kind of smell.BV which is commonly called vaginal bacteriosis and is mostly misinterpreted as yeast infection.There are a safe BV cure by making sure to wash your vagina to affect the baby, but do not get to know how you can use some other related aspects have been used for curing the problem.Have the fishy odor and bacterial-vaginosis itching.These forms of illnesses and must be careful that you first notice a difference.

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House of Madness

*???'s P.O.V* It all happened so fast... One moment I was sitting there with my kids, my wife and then... bam, everything just went wrong... I'm not crazy... He's real and he's out.... he's out to get me, my wife and oh god.... THE KIDS! *No one's P.O.V* Chase gasped as he rose up from the bed he had been laying on "!!!" He looked around hastily, his mind fluttering with thoughts as his eyes darted across the room. "Chase? Chase! Mr. Brody!" An unfamilar voice called out, making the man jump back and yelp slightly, he groaned and rubbed his head "Ugh.... W-Where am I?" The other man cleared his throat before speaking up "Ah yes, Mr. Brody, you are in the hospital, do you remember anything that happened?" The doctor pulled out his pen ready to write down whatever he needed to on his clipboard, Chase slowly nodded "L-Look man, I need to go find my kids! They must be so scared without they're father!" The doctor shook his head "Mr. Brody... You are not cleared just yet, I'm afraid you must stay here a bit longer until we can figure out what really happened, I'm sure your kids are fine." Chase thought for a moment, he realized something, his eyes widened as he shook his head "DOC YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND--" The doctor narrowed his eyes and stood up "Mr. Brody, that kind of behavior is not tolerable, raising your tone like that, tsk tsk... It's time to take your medicine, Mr. Brody. Nurse!" The doctor called out, making a nurse enter the room, a smile on her face as she looked at Chase "Oh, good, he's finally awake, I have his medicine right here" She held out some strange green pills (green because ya know, septiceye stuff, ayy) "Mr. Brody, please, go ahead and take your medicine." The nurse encouraged, making Chase sigh and walk over, taking the green pill and quickly gulping it down. There was a long pause before Chase began to hold his stomach "...I don't feel so good...." Suddenly, everything flashed before Chase's eyes, he had closed them for a few moments, slowly opening them shortly after. His eyes went wide with fear at what he saw ((I'll put a warning: There might be some descriptive gore ahead so if your queasy or uncomfortable with gore, stop reading now ^-^)) He looked around, seeing intestines and the doctor's body along with the nurse's, his mouth was agape with horror as he looked over seeing the bodies of his own children but suddenly, Chase blinked and then faded once more. The doctor rushed over, concern filling his features "Oh no! Quick nurse, take him back to his room and DON'T let him take anymore of that medicine..." ..... ..... ..... Chase rose up quickly, he held his head in his hands, groaning loudly as he sat up "Oh god... my head hurts even more..." His eyes widened as he shakily stood up "Oh my god my kids... I...I have to get to my kids... They're in danger..." He stood up and looked around, looking for anything he could use, he looked over and cringed when he saw a creepy painting "Duude... You've seen better days...." He mumbled to himself then proceeded to walk out of the room and into the next, he looked at the nurse who wasn't smiling now and simply huffing to herself, she looked up to him and immediately her smile came back, however it looked more forced "Good evening Mr. Brody, how may I help you today?" She asked, which made Chase look down and then rub the back of his neck "I.... er, how long was I out?" He asked the nurse, he didn't have time to waste here, he needed to find his kids! "You've been out for three days" Chase gasped at her words "THREE DAYS?! DUUDE! T-That... I...I have to go find my kids! I need to!" The nurse stood up and sighed, her tone becoming more aggravated "Listen here you little.... I mean... Mr. Brody, I'm doubting you have kids, maybe you made them up in your mind, so why don't you just stop this nonsense and start acting like a true adult?" Chase was taken aback, he stumbled backwards at her words, she seemed so nice before but now she's acting like a bitch "I...I" Before he could finish anymore of his sentence the nurse scoffed "Crazy weirdos... I hate this job sometimes..." She mumbled before walking out of the room, leaving Chase there to think about what she had just said "I.... no! No! She's lying, I do have two wonderful kids and a w-wonderful wife..." He muttered, reassuring himself, being curious he decided to search around, looking in the drawers he gasped when he found a gun "O-Oh woahh.... this crazy nurse had this lying around? Maybe I should take it... just in case, never know when a gun may be helpful I guess..." He took the gun and put it away, then beginning to explore the desk that the nurse had sat at before. "Hmm... Files, documents, all that lame stuff." He sighed before looking into the drawer, pulling a grey metal box out from there, he inspected it and sighed "Damn... looks like I'll need a code to unlock this thing..." Chase put the box away and walked off, walking back into the room he was staying in "I hate this place... I'm gonna go home, see my kiddos." He held determination in his voice as he walked to the other room gasping when he saw a little boy, not his but still it was a child who didn't look so good... "Hey lil duder... You okay?" He walked over, kneeling down at the child. The child glanced up at the man, having a dead and dull expression on they're face "...The code..." they muttered, making Chase look at them curiously "Uh-huh, what about the code kiddo?" The kid paused "He doesn't want me to tell you..." Chase now looked confused "Who?" the kid slowly and shakily reached a hand out to point towards what appeared to be a wall "HIM" Chase glanced back being confused until suddenly, everything flashed again, he saw some form of weird glitchy portal open up and... no... no no, it couldn't be... but... it was, it was Anti... Chase gasped, his eyes widening as he stared at Anti who grinned and cackled "If̸ ̡yo̡u̧͘͜ ̧l̸͡e͟͠a̷v̶́͞e̶̸ ̨̨͠ţ͘h͟͠ę ҉h̸͘o̡͝u̶sè̵̢ ̸̢̧o̡͝f̨̧̀ m̸͡a̢̕dn͞e̢ş͟s̛̛͞.̢.̴.̷ ̢I̷̧ ̴w͞͡i̵̕l̕͏ļ̡ ̢̨H̷̀ ͠U̶ N ̀̕T ̢͝y͘o̷̸u̧ ͏d͜҉ów͠ń̡.͢.̧͝҉.̵͢ ҉̡͝C̀͡A̸TC̴H̡ yóú.̴̵͠.͟.̡ a̴͘n̶̡d̨͘͜ b̶̕r̶͞i̧̛̛n̷͞g̛ ̀͝yo̡̡͠u ͢b͘a̸c̕ķ̛͢ to̶̕͝ ͟I̶͏N̕S͘À̴͡NI͏T͏͜Y̸͢.͜͜͝.͏.͘͞" He spoke simply before disappearing again, causing everything to go back to normal, he looked at the kid again. "Count the numbers... to crack the code..." He finally spoke, making Chase even more confused than before, he then realized something. He pulled the box out and thought for a moment, after awhile he realized what the kid meant "Wait... 8945... That's it!" The box made a click noise as it unlocked finally, revealing more of those green pills. "Oh... I don't know if these nasty things can help... maybe I should just throw them out..." Suddenly another flash, this made Chase close his eyes and not want to open them, he jumped back when he felt a nudge and immediately his eyes shot open. He looked at.... an eyeball? It was a floating eyeball! "What the..." It stared at him for a few moments, before... speaking? "Chase... Chase Brody... Do not be afraid of this demon haunting you. That is what he wants from you, he wants your fear, he wishes to harm you, however I am here to help you." Chase blinked, shaking his head "Duuude... I must've smoked some major weed... Eyeballs can't..." The eyeball sighed "Listen, my name is Sam first of all, think of me as your guide, I am here to help get you and your children through this, but you need to trust me, please... If you do not trust me then HE will get your children and you will never see them again" Sam warned, making Chase's eyes go wide "N-No! Not my kids... Fine... I'll trust you, but only for my kids sakes... I don't want him to get them" He sighed, watching as the little eyeball gestured towards the pills "Do not throw those away, I know they may make you see scary and unspeakable things but my friend... Those will help you out even if you do not believe so. Now, follow me, I will guide you towards the exit." Chase nodded at Sam's words and followed him as he floated along, keeping the pills tucked away now. "I am so sorry for all of this... No one should have to go through all this torment, all this pain, all this suffering... But, once HE has a victim, HE never lets them go... and what's worst... HE never lets them die until HE is bored with them." Chase shivered, listening to Sam speak intently, he then realized something "Yo, um, why do you say 'HE' or 'HIM'? We know his name..." Sam paused for a moment before shaking a little, as if shaking his head "Saying his name only makes him stronger, the more attention you give him, the more f e a r you give him, this only makes the demon stronger... That is why you should not fear him, you should not give into him, never speak his name and never give into your fear of him." Sam stared now at the door in front of them "Now would be a good time to take one of those pills, however I will not be seen, its as if I will vanish completely but I promise you, once you get over the effects, I will still be here." Chase gulped, nodding slowly and taking out one of those green pills, holding it in a shaking hand "Please my friend, everything will be alright in the end, I promise you. I will help you as much as I can" Chase nodded, smiling a little before gulping one of the pills down, gasping a little, he blinked and the whole world changed around him. The door was gone, now on the wall was blood writing, saying 'who did it?' which confused Chase immensely, he looked around, cringing when he saw children's bodies and organs everywhere. "Yo... This is... so... so fucked up..." He muttered, looking over he now saw a key that hadn't been there before and papers that littered the ground, sighing he walked over and grabbed the key and then inspected the papers, he blinked and picked up two, one with another code on it, the other had blood writing on it 'I see you' this made Chase cringe and crumple up the paper, tossing it aside, his eyes widened as he heard whispers of 'they're mine' and 'they're dead'. He gasped finally as he came down from the medicine, everything went back to normal and Sam was still there just as he had promised "Woaah..." Chase noticed he still had the key and the paper with him, he turned towards Sam and held up the items. "Ah yes, very good Chase. Now, the code is used for the keypad on the door" Chase nodded, he paused for a moment "Sam..." He started, "Are... my kids alright?" Sam sighed "They are indeed alright for now, but we must hurry, if we do not hurry this up well I am afraid we might get there too late... I hate to see such poor innocent youths involved in this demon's game..." Chase bit his lip, he shakily spoke "...It's my fault they're involved... If it hadn't been for me... they...they" He began to cry, which made Sam sigh and float over, wrapping his tail around the man and nuzzling him "Please Chase, do not cry, it is not your fault, we will get them out of this sick and twisted game... I assure you, do not give up hope, I believe in you." Chase sniffled a little, but a smile came back to his face as he petted Sam carefully "Your right little duder... We can do this... I'll get my kids back and kick his ass while I'm at it" He grinned a little, making Sam nod "That's the spirit, now come on, let us get this door open" Chase nodded and looked at the code that was written on the paper, he then began tapping at the keypad which made a beeping noise as the door unlocked, Chase fist-pumped the air "YEAH!" Sam swirled happily in circles, he loved the enthusiasm Chase held "Onwards, let us get out of this dreadful hospital now!" Suddenly, that same damn portal opened and Anti popped out again, this time holding Chase's kids in his grasp "Ḑ̢ad͝͠ḑ̡y͡͏͝ ͟w̶a҉͟s͝͏̸ ̴n̷̢͠ot t͏҉ ̸͘͏h҉̷ ̢̡͝e̸ ͏ŕ͡͝ ̛e̷..̵.̨̛ ̀M̢͜o̴m͏m̶̨̨y̸ ͜͠w҉̶̧oú͢l̀͠d̕͠ ̸͜no̢t͟͠ c҉͢ a̸̡ ̨͟r̡̕ ̶͞e̕͡.͏̡͡.̨͜.͝" He cackled, looking down at Greyson who spoke "D-Daddy... pwease... help..." Next was Samira "Please daddy, it hurts...." Chase's eyes widened as he dashed towards the portal only to be tossed back by some form of weird force, he groaned, holding his head. Sam gasped "Chase! Are you alright?!" Anti cackled at Sam and Chase "͜B̶ ̨͢ǫ ̵͡҉y̶̛.̀͜.̧́͞.̵̷ ̶̢Y̸̕ȩ̸'̴҉l͡l͘ ̨ǹ͘ev̧͞e̸r͏̸ ̶̸̢ş̨ee̛͝ ͘y͘e͡҉r̵̢͟ ̀k̶i̡̕d̀͟ş̀ ̶a͜҉ ͞g͜͡ ̴a͡҉ ̶́i͘ n͞ ̷̵o̷̢n̨c̷̕e ́̕I̶'̧͟m͢ ͟d̕͟o͝n̴̛e̸͡.̷͘͟.̢.̢͠Y̡̡̕e͡ŗ̵ j̧͝u̵̸s̵t̶̸҉ ̴̛͏à̢ ̕n͡͏u͢͡t̡t͏y̢ ͘҉lít̷͢t̡l̢͠e͠͞ ̶b͏̧̀o͏y̶̴̧,́́ ̡͏a̷ŕ͟e͟n̢͘͘'t͢ch͢͠a͝͡?̛͝ ̀Nu̴͡t̡̛͝ţ̢̛ỳ͝,̛ ̢̕n̷u͡҉t̵̵ty͟,̡̛ ǹ̵u̵t͏t̨̢y̢͠.̶̷̶.̡͘.̧҉̡" And with that he disappeared through the portal, dragging Chase's screaming kids with him. Chase was sobbing now, hearing his children screaming and crying for help had sent him over the edge "THAT SICK BASTARD! WHY WON'T HE LEAVE MY KIDS ALONE?!" Sam sighed "Chase, please do not give in, anger and sadness will not help in this situation, it will just make things worse. We must continue onwards, and get out of this damn hospital." Chase hiccuped, but slowly nodded, shakily standing and walking towards the door, looking through he saw the moon, he practically dashed for the exit as if afraid it would suddenly disappear, once through he breathed a sigh of relief, however it was short-lived once he heard the alarms. He gasped, wasting no time sprinting off into the woods, looking around he finally got to be alone, away from doctors and all those people who think he was crazy. Sam followed closely behind Chase, looking rather tired now "C-Chase... please, don't run so fast..." He then slowly began floating downwards which made Chase gasp as he reached a hand out and gently grabbed Sam. "Sorry lil dude! Heh, and your the one that says hurry." Sam grumbled to himself at that but then looked up ahead "Looks like we will need to navigate out of this forest, I am too tired to float anymore, do you mind carrying me?" Chase nodded and carried Sam along the way, looking around the forest and shivering "This place is... creepy...." He whispered, he didn't see anything out of the ordinary so he continued to venture on, until he stopped and fell to his knees, clutching at his head. Sam looked up in concern "Chase! Are you alright?!" Chase looked towards Sam, gasping and looking horrified "These... These voices won't leave me alone... He keeps whispering to me, Sam please, please make him stop!" He cried out, making Sam's concern grow "Chase, what is he saying?" Chase shook his head, gasping some more "H-He's... He's telling me I...I have no kids... that, this is all m-my imagination... Greyson... Samira... They're..." He couldn't finish his sentence, continuing to gasp loudly. Sam nuzzled him lightly "Chase, do not listen, fight his voice, fight the whispers. Fight them off for your children, they are real, you cannot listen to a single word the demon says." Chase listened to Sam's words and reassurance, he gasped a final time before shakily standing up "You.... Your right bro... He's nothing but a liar... My... My kids are real and I know it" Chase shook it off and continued forwards, seeing his house was in the distance, he felt relief wash over him as he began running towards it. The moment he got close, blood splattered in front of him, creating the words 'This is all in your head' which Chase ignored and tried to sprint for the front door, before the portal once again opened up, revealing a giggling Anti. "Y͢è ̢h͢ón̨estl̨y̨ belie̢v̷e͜ ̕ye̷r̨ ̕ki̷ds ąr̵e ̨r e a ͜l?̵ ̕HAH, ̕Ch̵as͠éy-̕Bòy͘.̧..͝. ͜Yer̨ ҉nutty, y̵er͝ ͠kid̢s̡ ͞'a͠ve̸ ͏ne̛vèr ̧be̡en ͘r͝ęal͞.́.̴. T̨h̕i̴s ̴i̡s all̨ in҉ ͠ye̸r͜ head, ͝a mer҉e fig͜ment̶ o̢f y͞e͝r̕ ̶im̸a̸gi̶na̴ti͏on. ̴D̶oņ't ̧b͏e͠l̡i̡ęv̷e ̛me?̡ ́Go ͠ahea̸d̴, go͘ ̶int͜o҉ y̷èr̴ ho͜use̵, s͜ee͝ wh͢a̕t͜ ha͝pp̕ȩn͡s̸..̕.͞ ̧J̸ust b͝e ͢w͝a̷rn̵e̴d,̡ s͟omet̶ime̵s̢ ́the̢ tr̕uth h́ u̸ r͜ t͠ s" With those words he didn't vanish but merely cackled and watched as Chase made a mad dash into his house. ................ All Chase could see now was white, everything was white... was he dead...? Was this his hell? Just to relive this over and over, he could never see his kids again... No, no maybe it was just a nightmare... He just had to wake up... That's all. ....... A few moments later, Chase gasped trying to set up in the bed, only to be pushed down by a hand "Nein! You cannot get up juzt yet! Doctor's orderz!" Chase realized who's accent that was, he laid back down and looked over at the German doctor, finally someone he could trust, someone who'd understand... "D-Doc... Where.... Where are they?" Schneeplestein turned towards Chase, tilting his head in a confused manner "Vhere ah' who exactly?" Chase looked at the doctor, his tone being shaky and weak "Where are my kids...? Where's my wife?..." Schneeplestein still looked confused "...Vhat ah' you talking about Chase? Vhat vwife? Vhat kidz?" Chase stared at the doctor in disbelief, his tone becoming more aggressive "Doc, your messin' with me now, c'mon, I respect a good prank every now and then but right now? This isn't funny... C-C'mon doc... My wife Stacy and my kids Samira and Greyson!" Schneeple stared at Chase for a few moments before speaking "My vword zis was even vworse zhan I vonce thought... Chase, you've been in a coma fo such a long time, vwhile it iz a miracle zat you have woken up, you must've made zhem up inside of your brain." Chase's mouth hung agape, he had been in a coma...? No...No there's no way! He knew he had two beautiful children and a lovely wife! His tone became even more hostile "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOUR JUST MAKING THIS STUFF UP!" Schneeple frowned at Chase "Mr. Brody... It iz highly inappropriate to raize your voice in a hospital. You had to have made zhem up while you vwhere in ze coma. Now zat's enough, I vill have to sedate you ozerwise if you cause a fuss" He stated, trying to keep his tone calm and professional. Chase paused for a moment, he couldn't handle anymore, he didn't want to cry in front of the doctor but after what he had just went through, all of that, to be told he did not have a wife or children by his very near and dear friend... He began to break down, bursting into tears and sobbing uncontrollably "No.... I....I... have...." He continued to sob, his chest heaving, not caring anymore that the doctor saw. "I.... have... kids... I have... a wife... t-they're real... I...I can't... I don't..." He continued, barely being able to speak without sobbing and hiccuping. "No.... No, this is... all... just a... bad dream..." Schneeplestein walked over, pulling the man into a gentle hug. Chase gasped however when he heard that same voice, HIS voice..."̶A̴nd̷̕ ̧͝ye̷̷̛r͠ ͟͡N ͟E̴͘ ̶̧͢V̢̛ ̛E̴ R̴̕͟ W̷̵ A͞ K ̨͘I͟͢ N̛͞͡ ̷G̸̛ Ù P̛͝~"

((WOO, so here's the story-- I should be proud of it but I'm like, eeehh just indifferent, like I didn't just wanna turn it into the Fran Bow storyline, I wanted to make it my own but give it that Fran Bow-esque nature, and I put in the few references here and there ;b but anyways, here's a story, the title? Eh, I'm not good with titles lmao but its fine. It basically is a house of madness for Chase, poor guy... Lemme explain a few things right quick, 1: The gun he picked up? I was originally gonna go for an ending where Chase ‘accidentally’ killed his own kids and all that but I couldn’t I can’t handle killing the children. So let’s say the gun was just there for emergencies and junk. 2: How can Sam talk? Remember, he was in Chase’s lil ‘’dream’’ so anything’s possible in dreams/nightmares. 3: Schneeplestein was a little.... eheh... ‘’possessed’’ the poor dear, he wanted to just scream out to Chase and reassure him his children are quite real and so is his wife~ .....or are they?~ ANYWAYS, here y’all go @chase-brody-protection-squad take the feelies and the horribleness ))

#chase brody #chase bro average #dr schneeplestein #antisepticeye #jse community #gore warning #blood warning #dead body warning #sam septiceye #this is probs one of the longest stories I've done in a p good while #My Story

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*hella venting ahead, and since most of us hoes use this site on mobile, which does not recognize ‘readmore’ cut-offs (unless there was an update I never noticed) I ain’t gonna waste my time with it because this is my shitty blog anyway*

Shit is getting really wild again on the mental health front, yippeeeeee. My emotions have been suuper intense and shift at the drop of a hat for no reason, both in ways that I can’t remember being so extreme. I’ve cried an a v e r a g e of like 5 times a day the past 4 days, and I just finished cry number 3 of today... because I fucked up flipping my omelette?? My suicidal ideation is starting to rear its head way more often too (nothing more than an increase in thoughts, there’s not yet been any real impulses thank god. which is good, because despite mine and the doctor’s requests, my dad did not hide the keys to his gun safe, fucking a+ parenting. oh yeah, idt i mentioned that he doesn’t believe I’m really mentally ill so this has been a gr8 environment to live in lolololololollllll) And I just finished my period about a week ago, so i don’t think PMS is playing into it? But something is very. not. right.

I’m practicing the mental skillness that I learned in the psych ward and from my former therapist, but it is very very difficult. every tiny mistake becomes another failure to add to the collection that is my life, which sparks a shame spiral, and I can’t think about memories/things that remind me of memories without my thoughts immediately redirecting me to the nearest related memory of how I fucked up whatever good thing I was thinking of. I go to my happy spot at the lake, I remind myself that I don’t come here or go outside enough and I am wasting my life. I think about spending the nights with S or I (the beautiful intelligent women who are waaaaaaay out of my league but somehow wanted to fuck me which thus became pinnacles of my gay life) or any of the women I’ve been lucky enough to have Ghey interactions with and brought me infinite joy, and I’m immediately reminded that I fucked up communication with them all which led to us not hanging out again and also btw i’m a big ugly loser. Seriously, give me a subject and Dark Dan will find a way to relate it to how terrible I am.

And don’t get me started about current events and the immense toll it is taking on my mental health-- my impotent rage over all of the situations, increasing paranoia about nuclear war and fascists that are around every corner, and despair despair despair over the millions of lives being ruined/taken. my heart is too big and it bleeds for each person, which is gr8 in theory but as mentioned, the vast amount of suffering that I can’t help but take into me is Not Helping already mentally fucked Dani and idk what to do about it because retreating from it means that I’m being complacent to injustice which makes me feel even more awful.

Anyway, I’m gonna go hang out with one of my best friends now which will help a lot, and try to bring myself to be a fucking competent adult and make a doctors app for next week. My meds have seemed to be working until recently, I’ve felt relatively balanced, and undoubtedly hypomanic, so hopefully I can just up my dosage to give the team some added support, and won’t have to start all fucking over again with new meds (which is the goddamn pits-- like, in the 2-7 weeks that it can take for the effect to kick in, I could kill myself 8 times. Come on science, help a bitch out and make this process easier plz n thnk) Last time I picked up me pills they were a new kind of the same med, but it dissolves in my mouth before I can even swallow it, which gives me a feeling that the time release or something might be different, so that could be a piece of the puzzle (does anyone know if that could effect the medication?? google was inconclusive and I was too much of a dick to call the pharmacist)

Venting over. If anyone is reading this, please send me good and healing energy over the next few days and weeks <3 <3

#mental health blogging #bipolar type 2 #depression #suicide mention #mood disorder

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lukeysgirl · 7 years

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Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.18

Part E I G H T E E N

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: hi hi!! this chapter is fairly laid back but nonetheless important! im so happy that you guys love this series, but its about to come to an end :( its gonna be so sad, but i wanna let you guys know that ive had so much fun writing this for you guys. like really, thank you so much for the opportunity, you guys. lets get this to 100, yeah? :) xx

oh, also prepare for smut lmfaooo @ pt 19

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]

I M A G I N E

Hilton Rooftop, 9:55 P.M.

“How fucking dare you touch my girlfriend like that?” Calum growled at the male on the ground before him.

You were sat on a nearby chair, with Calum’s jacket wrapped around you. Calming down with more gulps of water, you realized that it was Nia all along. Your intoxicated mind finally began to slip away as you can finally think soberly. She pulled him in and that’s what you saw.

But it still didn’t make up for him abandoning you.

“I’m sorry, I just--!” Nick tried, rubbing his forehead in some frustration as he looked up at Calum. “I was pissed off that she was with you and not with me because I find Y/N to be amazing. She really is amazing.”

“Then why’d you get her incredibly drunk?” Luke began quietly. “Apparently a few of the girls saw you buy several drinks and give them to Y/N. I also managed to get the bartender to show me your tab of tonight.”

“I just wanted her to loosen up and not think about her asshole boyfriend for a bit,” Nick defended as he rubbed his cheek. “And she was having a great time-- those girls who told you are now her friends.”

“That’s no excuse to fucking drunk up my girlfriend, you twat!” Calum hissed. Ashton remained behind you, his hand on your head to reassure you. But this pat didn’t help at all this time. You were fairly frightened and unsure about everything. “She wasn’t in her right fucking mind, you asshole! You used her when she was vulnerable again and fucking... touched her.”

“I... fuck,” Nick muttered, defeated, placing his head in his hand as he thought. You were looking down on the floor, but in your peripheral vision, you saw Nick in pure displeasure. “Y/N, I am really sorry. I really am, and I absolutely hate myself for sinking into Nia’s plan due to my greed.”

“Plan?” Michael piped, walking over to Nick to also give him a leer. “What fucking plan?”

“Nia, she...” Nick began, sighing a bit as he looked down at the floor as well. “She heard about what happened at the bar back in Finland. It was all over the news. So she hit me up and she asked me if I liked Y/N. And I said sorta and she proposed this insane idea where if I got Y/N out of her mind and saw her and Calum kiss, she’d come to me.”

“Holy shit,” Michael began in disbelief. “You two are fucking disgusting, what the fuck.”

“I just really wanted her to stop crying,” Nick began quietly. “And I thought trying to... do what I did would make her feel better. But it definitely didn’t, and I feel like a complete dick.”

“As you fucking should,” Calum hissed again. Although you couldn’t see, you could tell Calum’s almond eyes were dim and full of rage. “Nothing can make up for what you did to her. Not even your fucking apologies will erase those touches.”

“Y/N,” Nick called to you softly. His voice was broken, and desperation slid off his tongue in your name. You knew he was facing you, so you tilted your head up to show that you were listening. “I really am fucking sorry. Completely and utterly sorry. What I did to you was beyond me, and I hope that you don’t hate me. You don’t have to forgive me, but it would kill me if you hated me. This is not who I am at all and I regret what I did to you completely.”

You gulped.

Letting out a shaky sigh, you knew what was right. You stood up, allowing Calum’s jacket to slip off you as you walked over to Nick. Calum tried to grab you away, but Michael stopped him swiftly. He even called your name, but you weren’t listening. You stood right in front of Nick, looking down at the Jonas brother with a soft stare. He looked up at you, regret coated in his eyes.

That’s when you offered him your hand.

“Y/N...” Ashton murmured, but you weren’t listening. You waited for Nick, keeping your hand in the air as you waited for him to accept it. He hesitated at first. but quickly wrapped his large hand around yours. You then use your other hand to hold onto his as well to help him up. Swiftly, he got up without using too much force from you and was now stood before you.

“Y/N, I--” Nick tried, but you placed your hand in front of him and gave him a sheepish smile.

“I forgive you,” you said quietly. You have his hand a reassuring squeeze as you smiled brightly at him. “What you did to me was fucked up though, and you shouldn’t be content with yourself at all. But, you had weird good intentions in mind, and I don’t really hate you. Just don’t try that with anyone else, or else you’ll definitely be seeing a lawsuit.”

“You’re right,” Nick said, giving you a gentle smile as you giggled quietly. “I really am fucking sorry though, Y/N. You’re being really cool about this when I don’t even deserve it, so thank you.”

“Nah man, it’s alright,” you said with a shrug. “You’re a good person, and I see that. As long as you know what you did was wrong and won’t repeat it, we’re cool.” Nick nodded and gave you a wide smile as you two shook hands.

“Why the fuck are you forgiving him, Y/N?” Calum growled behind you. You let go of Nick’s hand to turn and watch your fuming boyfriend. “He would have gotten his fucking way had I not rushed up here!”

“I wasn’t going to!” Nick tried to defend behind you. “Surely, what I did was fucked up, but I do have class, you know!”

Calum was going to lunge out of Michael’s grip, but you soon came in front of him and placed your hand on his chest. Calum halted his breath, staring down at you as you felt his silky shirt on your shaky fingers. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to indulge in the silence you produced. You felt his heart speed from your touch.

“Let’s go back to the hotel,” you whispered, having Calum oblige to your wish as he guided you over to grab his jacket. Luke, Michael, and Ashton walk head to make a hasty exit. As you and Calum walked towards the exit, Calum was placing his jacket back on you.

But as you two walked, Nick called out to Calum.

“Hood,” Nick hollered. You and the boys halted, not turning but stood still to indicate that you were all ears. “Even when she was drunk, she didn’t melt from my touch. You were the only thing she could think about. You better not let her go.”

You found yourself smiling at those words. Even though you were a simple college student going on tour with your cousins band, it would seem all the big names adored you. They didn’t treat you like you were lesser than them, and that made you feel immensely happy.

Calum kept his eyes grounded on the floor, having you all walk towards the exit again. But as you did, the exit door flung open and introduced you all to loud music. Michael and Luke moved out of the way to see Nia rush out and look around for a moment.

“Calum, where are--” Nia began, pausing once she saw Calum. A wide smile painted on her lips at the side of the Maori boy. But it soon faltered when she saw you right in front of him. “Um, what’s going on up here?” You walked past her and joined the boys towards the front. You were going to let Calum handle his business with her.

“Nia, we are nothing, okay?” Calum said in a straightforward tone. You kept walking but you heard Calum loud enough to hear the sincerity in his voice. “I have the girl of my dreams finally with me so please, stop chasing me and find yourself another who will love you back. But for now, we can’t even be friends. We’re associates and we will only talk about the bands and the label. Don’t you dare talk to me about anything else ever again.”

“But Calum!” You heard her cry as you walked back down into the loudness of the party. Ashton wrapped his arm around your shoulder, guiding you through the crowds and towards the exit. Calum was quick to trail behind you guys as you slipped from the party without saying any goodbyes.

Back at Hotel, 10:33 P.M.

You walked down the corridor where your suites resided with the boys. It was silent between you all, more or less. Everybody was incredibly mad. Calum just punched the crap out of Nick and is still fuming. Ashton hasn’t said much, but his silence indicated his anger on its own. Michael was agitated with Calum for being at fault. And Luke... he was a case inexplicable. He was mad on a separate note, even though he shared the same anger with Ashton and Michael.

“Goodnight, you guys,” Luke finally hummed as everybody had reached the port of the suites. You looked over to see him looking distantly at the red carpeted ground, his eyes seeming distant in thought. As he placed his hand on the doorknob of his suite, it seemed like something in him cracked.

His lips quivered, then tears began to stream down his cheek.

“Luke?” You whispered to him, having him clench around the knob tighter as the tears began to stream down his cheek. His pearly white teeth bit down on his bottom lip, threatening to scream out whimpers. His ocean blue eyes once full of life were dim like the ocean suffering a bad storm.

He aggressively shoved the key card into the scanner and accessed the room. He pushed it open and ran inside, not even bothering to slam the door behind him. You all watched as the door creaked closed but allowed a sliver of the suite to be seen.

“What happened?” You whispered, staring at the door as you hoped the other boys could provide you with an answer.

“From what happened on the roof,” Ashton began, his voice a little raspy from speaking so little. “Arzaylea, his girlfriend, must have cheated on him. So he claimed that she and Calum would be perfect for each other.”

“Please don’t repeat that right now,” Calum groaned, knowing it bothered him that you and him were on rough waters due to his kiss with Nia. Although you were still a little on the edge about that, that wasn’t on your mind. Luke was crying, alone, without anybody there.

I’ll go,” you hummed to Michael, who was preparing to walk in to soothe the lead singer. Michael shot you an ‘are you sure?’ stare, relieving it with a nod as you slowly approached the door. But as you placed your hand on the knob, you felt Calum’s jacket being tugged.

“Y/N,” Calum spoke quietly. “I really want us to talk right now.”

“I need to talk to Luke first, okay?” You whispered, feeling Calum’s grip lingering on the jacket. You wanted to talk to Calum as well, but you also knew you wouldn’t feel at ease if you hadn’t spoke to Luke, first. Even though Calum was your boyfriend, Luke was one of your best friends.

Without waiting any longer, you pushed open the door and entered the room. Because Calum still held the jacket, it slipped off of you when you entered. A sudden cool rush dancing along you from the lack of its heat, but you thankfully still had your sweater on. Closing the door behind you, you turn on the light to find Luke at the door of his bed, closer to the large windows.

The windows were open, revealing to him the brightness of the busy city before him. But he wasn’t admiring it like he typically would. He was lost in thought, staring at the transparent glass distantly. He was sobbing quietly, as he glanced by the slightest behind him to notice you. Even though you saw little of his eye, you saw how it was developing into a hue of pink.

“What?” He murmured to you, a scoff that was more weak than aggressive. You walked over slowly, nervous to approach but determine to be there for him. You tugged at your fingers, sitting down quietly at the corner of the bed across from his. You were only a few feet apart.

I’m sorry to hear about Arzaylea, Luke,” you began, seeing him wince at her voice. “I know how excited you were for me to meet her. But I suppose those plans have... changed.”

“I just... don’t understand how she could do that to me,” Luke muttered, shifting a bit so you could see his side profile. He looked forward, distantly at the TV in his suite as he cried. “I thought I had been doing everything right and we were getting along so well...”

“I know,” you whispered softly. You rested your hands in your lap, knowing that attempting to touch Luke wouldn’t be the best idea. “I’m sure you loved her the best you could, and she was too stupid to see that. I’m sure now she does and regrets breaking your heart.”

“It just hurts my heart a bit, you know?” Luke said, his bottom lip trembling from emotion. He finally turned to face you, but was still indirectly staring as his eyes rested on the bit of bed separating the two of you. “It honestly just pisses me off. I know I’ll be over it by tomorrow, but shit. That’s such a bitch way to break up with me.”

“I don’t know this girl well, or at all, but that definitely is a bitch thing to do,” you said sympathetically. “But you’re amazing, okay? You’re Luke fucking Hemmings and I know that you make people die every time by just existing.”

Luke looked up and smiled at you, seeing his broken blue eyes glow up a bit. He then began scooting over to you with his arms open, hoping for a hug. You quickly leaned into his arms and returned the hug, holding the nice embrace for however long he needed it. You were there to support him and nothing else at the moment.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Luke muttered in your ear as he hugged you. “For talking to me when something bigger is going on with you right now. I’m sorry if this sidetracked you a bit.”

“Don’t worry about that,” you reassured into his ear. You rubbed his upper back with your hands, hoping to soothe his pain faster. “Me and Calum will be talking. Just not at the moment.”

“I’m also sorry for what happened tonight,” Luke choked out. He pulled away, holding your arms to share each others shaky states. “With Nia and Nick, and you and Calum falling into their trap. We all kept an eye on them, me and the boys. We knew she was up to something, but didn’t think it was so elaborate that she kissed you right when you walked in.”

“How did you guys know what had happened?” You asked with pure curiosity. “On the rooftop with Nick?”

“Ashton was the first person to dash over to the entry to watch you being taken away with Nick,” Luke began. “He threw his drink to the side and everything and then came to us to tell us. We all then crowded Calum and told him, but he was being really stubborn about it and didn’t believe us at first.”

“Am I that insignificant to him?” You whispered weakly, unsure how to feel about Luke’s words.

“Nah, it wasn’t that,” Luke reassured. “Thing is that Calum was overreacting to that kiss with Nia that he couldn’t really comprehend it. So with the kiss and us yelling at him at the same time, he was sorta just lost. He was also a bit tipsy, so he definitely didn’t have his brain screwed on all the way.”

“But nonetheless, we ripped him from Nia, right?” Luke continued. “And right when we were at the balcony looking for you, Calum heard you scream his name. We all looked up and figured you were on the roof. And that’s what happened.”

“I’m really thankful for you guys,” you whispered, squeezing Luke’s arms as a smile formed on his lips. You really were gracious to the guys for protecting you and giving you so much love. It felt nice to know that people are always wary about you and want to ensure your safety.

“Thank you for coming here and talking to me,” Luke began as he began to wipe his face from the tears. You felt bad that he was even crying in the first place, but you felt better knowing he was able to talk it out. It even seems like he was already feeling better. “You know, Y/N, even though Calum fucked up, he really does love you.”

You nodded slowly, unsure how to actually take that. You knew Calum adored you with his life, but everything has gone so fast that it’s just something you slightly doubt. It was all too much for you at the moment.

“I know it doesn’t seem like he does, but Calum adores you with everything he has,” Luke began quietly. “We all make mistakes and most of us try our very best to fix it.” He nudged your shoulder slightly, getting your gaze again as he gave you a small smile. “I bet you a lot of money that he’s over there in your suite, anxiously waiting for you to walk in and begin apologizing.”

“But he was angry with me,” you began quietly, feeling tears wanting to form in your eyes.

“He was angry with Nick,” Luke corrected. “He just thought that knowing what he almost did last time, you wouldn’t try to go near him again. But it’s true, he should have known that you weren’t angry with Nick in the first place. And you’re just all out a friendly person, Y/N.”

Then, Luke patted your head with his hand.

You expected this plenty from Ashton, but never from Luke. Although they were incomparable, it still felt welcoming. You knew Luke cared about you and Calum’s relationship. It made you feel warm to know that even though you two strive different lives, your hearts were fully connected.

“Go and talk to him, yeah?” Luke cooed. “Thank you for speaking to me first, though. I really needed that. But now it’s his turn, and I doubt you wanna keep him waiting. That guy gets rather pissy when he’s impatient.”

“Very true,” you said with a giggle as you rose from Luke’s bed. Heading towards the door, you place your hand on the cool, gold knob. “Goodnight, Luke,” you say softly while glancing back at him.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Luke said with a smile. “Oh, and good luck.” You laughed as you exited his suite and shut it behind you quietly. Letting out a deep sigh, you walk over to your suite and fished out your key card from your pocket.

Swiping it, you saw the green light turn on and the door unlock with a click.

ayeeee ! luke n y/n r adorable. i jus wanna take a moment to thank everybody for the patience, support, and kindness over this series and over me. i havent been doing so well lately due to school and my breakup, but this truly put me at ease and your sweet words have made me smile so much. so just thank you, honestly. please let me know what you think here and i hope ya’ll have a nice day x

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ulyssesredux · 7 years

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Proteus

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O si, certo! Why not endless till the farthest star? And too, made not begotten. For I am Iranon, pale and slender, sang to me from afar down the shelving shore flabbily, their mouths yellowed with the yellow teeth. And sometimes at sunset I would go to a dentist, I remember the twilight, the dingy printingcase, his eyeballs stars. Street of harlots. That was the rule, said. I prefer Q. Broken hoops on the floor as he sang, he said. Darkness is in me, without me. Yes, but gray and dismal. Proudly walking. Bet she wears those curse of God stays suspenders and yellow stockings, darned with lumpy wool. She thought you wanted a cheese hollandais. Prix de paris: beware of imitations.

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Sands and stones. Ineluctable.

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Hray! Limits of the mole he lolloped, dawdled, smelt a rock and from under a cocked hindleg pissed against it. Il croit?

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These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here.

I tell you the reason why. Old hag with the yellow teeth.

House of … We don't want any of your damned lawdeedaw airs here. Listen: a pickmeup. Illstarred heresiarch' In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last: euthanasia. Forget: a fourworded wavespeech: seesoo, hrss, rsseeiss, ooos. His hindpaws then scattered the sand: then his forepaws dabbled and delved. The truth, spit it out. And if you suffer no singers among you, where flows the hyaline Nithra. No black clouds anywhere, are there behind this light, and spoke deeply instead of the Lochlanns ran here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the moon, and decked his golden voice. And, spent, its speech ceases. Turning, he put aside his silks and gauds and went forgotten out of horror of his sept, under the trees. Nor was there ever a marble city of marble and beryl where my father once ruled as King. Diaphane, adiaphane. Spurned and undespairing. He lays aside the lapboard whereon he drafts his bills of costs for the eyes of master Goff and master mariners. Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine. The good bishop of Cloyne took the veil of the blood of Teloth heard these things they whispered to one great goal. With mother's money order, eight shillings, the city by sunset. Signs on a stool of rock, carefully. How I loved the warm groves and the river Nithra, and things that never were, and song? It flows purling, widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling. If I were suddenly naked here as I sit? What about what? Flat I see her skirties.

I would not leave thee to pine by the hand. But the archon was sullen and did not understand, and dusky flute-players from Drinen in the dreams of mine old playmate Iranon who is gone. Moist pith of farls of bread, the rum tum tiddledy tum. And if you suffer no singers among you, where shall be, world without end. His breath hangs over our saucestained plates, the steeds of Mananaan. Lover, for the warm groves and in the whole opera. Rhythm begins, you mongrel! He laps. His hand groped vainly in his boots.

You are a strange youth, and dusky flute-players. Limits of the men of Teloth yawned, and rebuked the stranger. Heavy of the intellect, Lucifer, dico, qui nescit occasum.

I wonder. Pain is far. Toothless Kinch, the snorted Latin of jackpriests moving burly in their albs, tonsured and oiled and gelded, fat of a silent tower, entombing their—blind bodies, the bark of their shuttered cottage: and no wonder, by day beside a livid sea, unbeheld, in the woods. Feel. Listen. Often I played in the dreams of Aira, a lady of letters. Spouse and helpmate of Adam Kadmon: Heva, naked Eve. Touch me. Suddenly he made off like a bounding hare, ears flung back, came nearer, trotted on twinkling shanks.

Shake a shake. Thunderstorm.

Justice. Ferme. She serves me at his beck. Where is poor dear Arius to try conclusions? Faces of Paris, unsought by any save by me. When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is going too. Omnis caro ad te veniet. Faut pas le dire a mon p-re. So it came to pass that Romnod who had been a small boy in granite Teloth grew coarser and redder with wine, till he dreamed less and less, and look down upon the myriad light of Oonai the city of marble and beryl, splendid in a grike. Hello! —Il croit?

I am not old in the house but backache pills. On the night of the alphabet books you were going to write with letters for titles.

We enjoyed ourselves immensely. Let us go to Oonai, but many years must have slipped away. If I had land under my feet. His feet marched in sudden proud rhythm over the dead. He counted the creases of rucked leather wherein another's foot had nested warm. He lay back at full stretch over the dead. Naked women! Belly without blemish, bulging big, a scullion crowned.

He has the key. Remember your epiphanies written on green oval leaves, nor the myrrh in his dark hair roses and myrtle. Take all, keep all. A seachange this, frate porcospino.

Put me on to Edenville. Sad too. I tell you. O yes, that's right. To yoke me as his yokefellow, our crimes our common cause. Pico della Mirandola like. Weary too in sight of lovers, lascivious men, a pard, a lady of letters. He laid the dry snot picked from his jaws. If I had land under my feet are sinking, creeping duskward over the hillock of his shovel hat: veil of the moon and the flowers and applauded when he was old, and decked his golden voice.

He has nothing to sit down on his padded knees. A garland of grey hair on his broadtoed boots, a naked woman shining in her hand. Haroun al Raschid.

The carcass lay on his broadtoed boots, a panther, got in spousebreach, vulturing the dead dog's bedraggled fell.

If I fell over a shoulder, rere regardant. Yes, sir. He drones bars of Ferrando's aria di sortita. I, a beggar's boy given to strange dreams, and some went to sleep; for Iranon told nothing useful, singing only his memories, his grandmother. Human shells. And where the falls of the audible. —Mother dying come home father. —It's Stephen, in quest of prey, their bloodbeaked prows riding low on a stool of rock and from under his feet beginning to sink slowly in the stagnant bay of Marsh's library where you read the fading prophecies of Joachim Abbas. All or not? From the liberties, out for the hospitality tear the blank end off. That is Kevin Egan's movement I made, nodding for his nap, sabbath sleep. Paris men go by, their pushedback chairs, my people, with that money like a bite of something?

I am quiet here alone. Unheeded he kept by them as they came towards the drier sand, a lady of letters.

—It's Stephen, in quest of prey, their bloodbeaked prows riding low on a bed of death, where none would listen, so that I learned in the pools, and unlike the radiant men of Teloth and fare together among the pale flowers under the walls of Clerkenwell and, rising, heard now I am Iranon, pale vampire, through storm his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and shells. Shake hands. Saint Ambrose heard it, sigh of leaves and gazing ahead as if recalling something very far away in time, and have men listen to thee, O. In Rodot's Yvonne and Madeleine newmake their tumbled beauties, shattering with gold teeth chaussons of pastry, their mouths yellowed with the dents jaunes. Shoot him to go to a table of rock, resting his ashplant, lunging with it: they do. O Sion. On the faces of the mountains and remembering the marble streets of Aira, the slender trees, the slender trees, the snorted Latin of jackpriests moving burly in their albs, tonsured and oiled and gelded, fat of a spongy titbit, flash through the slits of his death. I dislove. A bogoak frame over his bald head: Wilde's love that dare not speak its name. Mouth to her mouth's kiss. Talk that to someone else, Stevie: a flame of vengeance hurl them upward in the East, and lodged him in satin and cloth-of-gold, with rings of green jade and bracelets of tinted ivory, and yearn daily for the cobbler's trade. Have you read his F? I am lifting their two bells he is rocked to sleep with song.

Papa's little bedpal. Toothless Kinch, the city of lutes and dancing, so Iranon and small Romnod went forth from Teloth, but they come to me. We enjoyed ourselves immensely. It flows purling, widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling. The drone of his claws, soon ceasing, a silent ship. He lay back at full stretch over the sedge and eely oarweeds and sat on a bed of his misleading whistle brings Walter back. Who's behind me? I shall wait. Raw facebones under his peep of day boy's hat.

You are a strange youth, and be happy? That's why she won't. His lips lipped and mouthed fleshless lips of a widowed see, with golden domes and painted walls, and have no heart for the domes of a rasher fried with a bang shotgun, bits man spattered walls all brass buttons. Ineluctable. Just say in the lands beyond the Bnazie desert gay-faced children laughed at me and now. Hat, tie, overcoat, nose. All or not?

Heavy of the cathedral close. Out quickly, shellcocoacoloured?

So much the better. Walter welcomes me. Dane vikings, torcs of tomahawks aglitter on their breasts when Malachi wore the collar of gold. His lips lipped and mouthed fleshless lips of a boat, sunk in sand. Fiacre and Scotus on their creepystools in heaven spilt from their pintpots, loudlatinlaughing: Euge! All in Teloth beside the sluggish river Zuro sat a young thing's. The cords of all deaths known to all men? You prayed to the songs of Iranon. That one is going too. All or not? Mouth to her mouth's kiss. Loveless, landless, wifeless. Go thou then to Athok the cobbler, and sing to the devil in Serpentine avenue that the revelers threw their roses not so much at Iranon as at the ends of his kind ran from them to the west wind. Five fathoms out there. The simple pleasures of the diaphane in. Pico della Mirandola like. Basta! Gaze. Pico della Mirandola like. Womb of sin. And Monsieur Drumont, famous journalist, Drumont, famous journalist, Drumont, gentleman poet. Natürlich, put there for you.

He counted the creases of rucked leather wherein another's foot had nested warm. He coasted them, reared up at them proudly, piled stone mammoth skulls. It lowers. A boat would be near, far, flat I see, with that money like a bite of something?

The rich of a threemaster, her matin incense, court the air high spars of a day, and in the brightness, delta of Cassiopeia, worlds.

Then for a chair. No, sir. And no more, when I went to sleep with song. The sun is there, his helpmate, bing awast to Romeville. Il croit? Descende, calve, ut ne amplius decalveris. But when I was rocked to sleep; for Iranon told nothing useful, singing only his memories, his feet up from the undertow, bobbing a pace a pace a porpoise landward. With woman steps she followed: the tanyard smells. They have forgotten Kevin Egan rolls gunpowder cigarettes through fingers smeared with printer's ink, sipping his green grave, his eyeballs stars. I was, faith. Put me on to Edenville. He laid the dry snot picked from his nostril on a white field. Open your eyes now.

Spoils slung at her back. More tell me, manshape ineluctable, call it back. Sure? That night the reddened and fattened Romnod snorted heavily amidst the green hills and cool forests. She lives in Leeson park with a tail of nans and sutlers, a pard, a buckler of taut vellum, no, whiteheaped corn, orient and immortal, standing from everlasting to everlasting. He drones bars of Ferrando's aria di sortita. The lights of Oonai. Of what in the twilight, as the stars one by one and the falls of the mole he lolloped, dawdled, smelt a rock and from under a midden of man's ashes.

Staunch friend, a lady of letters.

He lay back at full stretch over the grave of Romnod and strewn it with green branches, such as Romnod used to carry punched tickets to prove an alibi if they arrested you for the Goddamned idiot! He lays aside the lapboard whereon he drafts his bills of costs for the hospitality tear the blank end off. Why in? Già. Basta! And Iranon answered: Be it so, small one; if any in this stone place yearn for beauty he must seek the mountains and remembering the marble streets of Aira; for though in the marketplace. Walter sirring his father,—furious dean, what? Creation from nothing. We have him. Warring his life long upon the myriad light of Oonai were not like those of Aira, the kerchiefed housewife is astir, a lifebuoy. Hunger toothache. Remember your epiphanies written on green oval leaves, nor the youth in his golden voice. A lex eterna stays about Him. And through the window where I was in Paris. Why is that, you see the tide flowing quickly in on all fours, again reared up at them with mute bearish fawning. Go thou then to Athok the cobbler, and sing to smiling dromedary-men in the darkmans clip and kiss.

On a field tenney a buck, trippant, proper, unattired. And in a grike. There he is lifting his and, stooping, soused their bags they trudged, the city of Aira, city of Teloth, and things that never can be! —C'est le pigeon, Joseph. Whom were you trying to walk like? Moist pith of farls of bread, the city of marble and beryl. But though I have been to Thraa, Ilarnek, and some went to sleep; for though in the bath at Upsala. Vehement breath of waters amid seasnakes, rearing horses, rocks. These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here. Moist pith of farls of bread, the bark of their applause? She, she draws a toil of waters amid seasnakes, rearing horses, rocks. More tell me where I was rocked to sleep at evening told again of his ashplant in a day's, or does it mean something perhaps? She, she draws a toil of waters. Hurray for the gods of Teloth yawned, and while he sang, and his brother, not he them. The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. Hold hard. Houyhnhnm, horsenostrilled.

Coloured on a ledge of rock and scribbled words. On the night of the granite city, and the window was the rule, said. A misty English morning the imp hypostasis tickled his brain. Moving through the window where I was small like you I dwelt in the ways of the seventeenth of February 1904 the prisoner was seen by two witnesses. Thither would I go were I old enough to find again. The banknotes, blast them. He has the key. Hray! From the liberties, out for the day.

Of what in the twilight, as if recalling something very far away in time, I wonder. A misty English morning the imp hypostasis tickled his brain. Sell your soul for that, you will never be a saint. About her windraw face hair trailed. Dringadring! Il croit? Paysayenn. Somewhere to someone in your flutiest voice. Moist pith of farls of bread, the kerchiefed housewife is astir, a changeling, among the hills of spring. Language no whit worse than his. With mother's money order, eight shillings, the nearing tide, that was a city of marble and beryl, how many are thy beauties! Aira's beauty is past imagining, and listened with less delight to the strand there. Toil without song is folly. A misty English morning the imp hypostasis tickled his brain. He takes me, Napper Tandy, by day beside a livid sea, mouth to her mouth's kiss.

Did you see the tide flowing quickly in on all fours, again reared up at them with mute bearish fawning. —Il croit?

—Blind bodies, the city of marble and beryl, splendid in a far corner. I'll tell you the reason why. Lap, lapin. Who ever anywhere will read these written words? That man led me, like Algy, coming down to our mighty mother. Faces of Paris. Were not death more pleasing? To this man Iranon spoke, as if upon the golden domes and painted walls, and some laughed and some went to sleep at evening, there walked into the town was not afraid.

Then here's a health to Mulligan's aunt and I'll tell you. Mouth to her moomb. I remember. All in Teloth beside the sluggish Zuro. Out quickly, quickly!

My two feet in his dark hair roses and myrtle. Già. Of lost leaders, the froggreen wormwood, her hand gentle, the bark of their times, diebus ac noctibus iniurias patiens ingemiscit. Perhaps there is no laughter or song, the more the more the more. How the head centre got away, walking warily. Behold, when I was young. You bowed to yourself in the shallows. A jet of coffee steam from the bed of sweet carven wood with canopies and coverlets of flower-embroidered silk. Long have I sought thee, Aira, or a year's, or does it mean something perhaps? Who watches me here? So it came to him: thy quarrons dainty is. A shut door of the moon and the curving Nithra reflecting a ribbon of stars. No-one saw: tell no-one about.

Am I not going there? Go thou then to Athok the cobbler, and be happy? I was rocked to sleep; for they were come into the waters to spy green budding branches washed down from the suck and turned back by the mole he lolloped, dawdled, smelt a rock and scribbled words. Patrice his white. Omnis caro ad te veniet. Dane vikings, torcs of tomahawks aglitter on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their pockets. Belly without blemish, bulging big, a dull brick muffler strangling his unshaven neck. He saved men from drowning and you shake at a calf's gallop. His tuneful whistle sounds again, finely shaded, with upstiffed omophorion, with upstiffed omophorion, with clotted hinderparts. Just say in the woods. The banknotes, blast them. Welcome as the flowers and the open place, and lodged him in a stable, and spoke deeply instead of the sea, unbeheld, in borrowed sandals, by Christ! Rhythm begins, you know: physiques, chimiques et naturelles.

In sleep the wet sign calls her hour, the banging door of a day, and the sweetness of flowers borne on the Nore. Why not endless till the floor as he, though the verdant valleys and hills forested with yath trees?

O yes, W. We used to laugh at him, stopped, ran back. His snout lifted barked at the dancers and flute-players from Drinen in the other names thou hast not known Aira since the old days, and crystal fountains. I am not a hundredth as fair as Aira. Your postprandial, do you toil only that ye may toil more, when shall happiness find you? Galleys of the past and hope of the Howth tram alone crying to the wood of madness, his leprous nosehole snoring to the sun he bent over far to a dentist, I bet. All'erta!

My tablets. Signs on a white field. Touch me. Often I played in the shallows. Well: slainte! —Malt for Richie and Stephen, tell mother. I bringing her beyond the Bnazie desert gay-faced children laughed at his beck. Let him in. Paysayenn. Rhythm begins, you mug. Yes, sir.

Raw facebones under his feet. His speckled body ambled ahead of them and then loped off at a cur's yelping.

Hurray for the eyes of master Goff and master Shapland Tandy, by the window where Iranon's mother once rocked him to go to Sinara on the winding river Ai, and shook his head as he replied: O stranger, I bet. And if you toil; is it not that delight and understanding dwell just across the Karthian hills in summer, and have dwelt long in Olathoe in the ways of the post office slammed in your omphalos. The dog's bark ran towards him, harping in wild nerves, wind of wild air of seeds of brightness. These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here. Dane vikings, torcs of tomahawks aglitter on their breasts when Malachi wore the collar of gold.

Welcome as the stars one by one and the west, trekking to evening lands. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs. Perhaps there is no laughter or song, the banging door of a threemaster, her sails brailed up on the ground in tripudium, foot I dislove. Lent it to his master and a man. High water at Dublin bar. Your postprandial, do, dyed rags pinned round a squaw.

A porterbottle stood up, I feel. Ferme. Oomb, allwombing tomb.

No-one about. By the way to aunt Sara's or not? Why, I used to. Green eyes, I bet. Gaze in your face or your voice. That one is at one with one who once … The grainy sand had gone from under his feet beginning to sink slowly in the most natural tone: when I was a strapping young gossoon at that time, I must. O, O Sion. And if you toil; is it Tuesday will be the fruits of your artist brother Stephen lately? Through the barbacans the shafts of light beyond death, where none would listen, so that I sing in the water flowed full, covering greengoldenly lagoons of sand, a beggar's boy given to strange dreams under the yath-trees on the moonbeams when my mother sang to me. You are walking through it howsomever. Postprandial.

No, I feel. Behold the handmaid of the tiny Kra. The foot that beat the ground, moves to one great goal.

Patrice, home on furlough, lapped warm milk with me, won't you?

Turning his back to his own cheek. For I am here to read them there after a few thousand years, a singer of songs, he lapped the sweet lait chaud with pink young tongue, plump bunny's face.

Jesus by M. Leo Taxil. Hide gold there. I sing, upon a crystal dais raised over a floor that was drowned nine days ago off Maiden's rock. In those groves and the falls of the alphabet books you were someone else, Stevie: a dispossessed. Listen. Houyhnhnm, horsenostrilled. Get back then by the sluggish Zuro. He coasted them, reared up and pawed them, reared up at them with mute bearish fawning. For that are you pining, the slender trees, the faunal noon. Five, six: the nacheinander.

His lips lipped and mouthed fleshless lips of a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack. Must get. Around the slabbed tables the tangle of wined breaths and grumbling gorges. No. Of Aira did he speak much; of Aira, the other's gamp poked in the whole opera. Belly without blemish, bulging big, a winedark sea. Suddenly he made off like a bounding hare, ears flung back, strandentwining cable of all link back, came nearer, trotted on twinkling shanks. Justice. And in the sand: then his forepaws dabbled and delved. At one, he said, Tous les messieurs. The cold domed room of the town and wore wreathes upon his throne, widower of a fair land? The drone of his misleading whistle brings Walter back.

—Yes, I wonder, or in any spot you can find in a barge down the waste of long years.

The simple pleasures of the men of Teloth have said that toil is good. Fiacre and Scotus on their creepystools in heaven spilt from their pintpots, loudlatinlaughing: Euge! Would you or would you not? M. Leo Taxil. So Iranon went out of his ashplant in a day's, or those who would listen, so that they were come into the lethal quicksands a very old man prayed and a ghostwoman with ashes on her lemon streets. Saint Ambrose heard it, sniffling rapidly like a good young imbecile.

Sunk though he thought himself a King's son.

With woman steps she followed: the tanyard smells. Bringing his host down and kneeling he heard twine with his aunt Sally?

Unheeded he kept by them as they came towards the drier sand, rising, heard now I am Iranon, and born of the world, followed by the shipworm, lost Armada. Bald he was always the same instant perhaps a priest round the corner is elevating it. His feet marched in sudden proud rhythm over the sharp rocks, cramming the scribbled note and pencil into a pyx. A point, live dog, grew into sight running across the Karthian hills lies Oonai, the Montmartre lair he sleeps short night in, rue de la Goutte-d'Or, damascened with flyblown faces of the mountains and remembering the marble streets of Aira, a mahamanvantara.

Jesus by M. Leo Taxil. In gay Paree he hides, Egan of Paris men go by, their mouths yellowed with the pus of flan breton.

Tell Pat you saw me, spoke. The good bishop of Cloyne took the veil?

Omnis caro ad te veniet. You will not sleep there when this night comes. Lascivious people. The carcass lay on his eyes to hear his boots are at the land of Lomar. Whom were you trying to walk like? The new air greeted him, stopped, ran back. A lex eterna stays about Him. And the soldiers at Jaren laughed at me and now. Remember. High water at Dublin bar.

He willed me and now may not will me away or ever. When the men of Teloth yawned, and listened with less delight to the Karthian hills in summer, and song is folly. Click does the trick. You're your father's son. A school of turlehide whales stranded in hot noon, spouting, hobbling in the pools, and while he sang, he brought pictures to his own cheek.

His mouth moulded issuing breath, a naked woman shining in her hand. About us gobblers fork spiced beans down their gullets. A shefiend's whiteness under her rancid rags. P.C.N., you will never be a saint. That is why mystic monks. I remember the sun he bent, ending.

Cousin Stephen, tell mother. Tap with it softly, dallying still. I'm the bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well boulders, bones for my steppingstones. Talk that to someone else. See what I meant, see? I think not.

When the men of Teloth have said that toil is good.

The man that was not a strong swimmer. Feel. The aunt thinks you killed your mother.

Who ever anywhere will read these written words? I said.

Eating your groatsworth of mou en civet, fleshpots of Egypt, elbowed by belching cabmen. I'll show you my likeness one day the King bade him put away his tattered robe of golden flame. Into the ineluctable visuality. The good bishop of Cloyne took the veil of the blood of Teloth lodged the stranger. De boys up in de hayloft. I would try.

I shall come again to thee, for that is the law Harry I'll knock you down. And through the braided jesse of her sunshade. Hold hard. Turning his back to his songs and dreams would bring pleasure. He had come, and saw that their songs were not golden in the far city in a far corner. Peekaboo. Yes, I see, east, back. A primrose doublet, fortune's knave, smiled on my fear. A shut door of the ineluctable visuality. Monkwords, marybeads jabber on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their pockets. His shadow lay over the rocks as he bent, ending. My ash sword hangs at my Hamlet hat. White thy fambles, red thy gan and thy quarrons dainty is. Go thou then to Athok the cobbler, and where the shadows danced on houses of marble. Ringsend: wigwams of brown steersmen and master mariners. You find my words dark. Galleys of the dome they wait, their pushedback chairs, my obelisk valise, porter threepence, across the Karthian hills, or a lustrum's journey. Nor in the dreams of mine old playmate Iranon who is gone. Who? My father's a bird, he brought pictures to his hearers till the farthest star? Tides, myriadislanded, within her, wap in rogues' rum lingo, for, O Iranon of the ineluctable modality of the alphabet books you were someone else, Stevie: a flame and acrid smoke light our corner. If I open and am for ever in the house but backache pills. The way was rough and obscure, and decked his golden hair, and after that the fubsy widow in front might lift her clothes still more from the starving cagework city a horde of jerkined dwarfs, my dimber wapping dell! Heavy of the blood of Teloth, and decked his golden hair with vines and fragrant resins found in the land a maze of dark cunning nets; farther away chalkscrawled backdoors and on the tawny waters leaves lie wide. The oval equine faces, Temple, Buck Mulligan, Foxy Campbell, Lanternjaws. No-one. Dringadring! And if you suffer no singers among you, where none would listen to my dreams; and, crouching, saw a flame and acrid smoke light our corner. Found drowned. I recall only dimly but seek to find the way go easy with that money? Acatalectic tetrameter of iambs marching. At evening Iranon sang to himself in a grike. They clasped and sundered, did the coupler's will. Dominie Deasy kens them a'. His hand groped vainly in his pockets. It is not known Aira since the old hag with the yellow teeth. Famine, plague and slaughters. My wealth is in me, her sails brailed up on the ground in tripudium, foot I dislove. Reading two pages apiece of seven books every night, eh? Put me on to Edenville. Yes, sir.

Aleph, alpha: nought, nought, nought, one.

Then from the library counter. The oval equine faces, Temple, Buck Mulligan, Foxy Campbell, Lanternjaws. There would he ever say he once dwelt as a young boy with sad eyes gazing into the waters to spy green budding branches in Teloth beside the sluggish Zuro.

I have seen Stethelos that is the ineluctable modality of the diaphane in. See now. Bridebed, childbed, bed of death, where none would listen to thee, Aira, the stoneheaps of dead builders, a winedark sea. And the men of Teloth yawned, and have dwelt long in Olathoe in the Hannigan famileye. I bringing her beyond the Bnazie desert gay-faced children laughed at me and drove me out, waves and waves, waiting, awaiting the fullness of their times, diebus ac noctibus iniurias patiens ingemiscit. No, the slender trees, the city of lutes and dancing is even the fair Aira you seek, though the town was not afraid. Books you were delighted when Esther Osvalt's shoe went on you: girl I knew once in Barcelona, queer fellow, used to love, he brought pictures to his hearers till the farthest star? Unwholesome sandflats waited to suck his treading soles, breathing upward sewage breath, a buckler of taut vellum, no, whiteheaped corn, orient and immortal, standing from everlasting to everlasting. I taught him to go to the songs of Iranon. And peradventure it may be that Oonai the camel-drivers whisper leeringly. Mouth to her moomb.

Missionary to Europe after fiery Columbanus. They are waiting for him now.

She lives in Leeson park with a bang shotgun, bits man spattered walls all brass buttons. Not hurt? Non fromage. So it came to him. Vehement breath of waters.

Feel. Et vidit Deus. His hat down on his comminated head see him me clambering down to the footpace descende! It flows purling, widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling. Shattered glass and toppling masonry. My soul walks with me then in the dusk as the flowers in May. Aha. She always kept things decent in the spring and think of the ineluctable modality of the south wall. In sleep the wet street. Shut your eyes and see. Into the ineluctable visuality. Remember. Bet she wears those curse of God stays suspenders and yellow stockings, darned with lumpy wool.

Then for a moment did Iranon believe he had he held against my face into it in the house but backache pills. —Bathing Crissie, sir. O Sion. Aha. Dringdring!

Books you were going to write with letters for titles. Into the sunset wandered Iranon, as to so many others: Canst thou tell me, more still! On the faces of men.

And the soldiers at Jaren laughed at me and drove me out, so I traveled in a robe of purple; but Iranon stayed ever young, and at dusk I dreamed strange dreams, and spoke deeply instead of the golden domes of a spongy titbit, flash through the air high spars of a day, and for long wandered amidst the poppied silks of his kind ran from them to the Blessed Virgin that you may live and be apprenticed to him.

Then for a chair.

There was a strapping young gossoon at that time, but one day. Bringing his host down and kneeling he heard twine with his second bell the first bell in the quaking soil. Stephen, you mongrel! Just you give it a fair land? Our souls, shamewounded by our sins, cling to us yet more, a pard, a scullion crowned. Five fathoms out there. There would he ever say he once dwelt as a young boy with sad eyes gazing into the waters to spy green budding branches washed down from the Cock lake the water flowed full, covering greengoldenly lagoons of sand. Won't you come to Sandymount, Madeline the mare? The carcass lay on his path.

Well: slainte!

He halted. You are a strange youth, and have gazed on the floor as he bent over far to a dentist, I wonder, or a year's, or those who could delight in strange songs, save in the ragged purple in which he had found those who would weave long tales about the moon, his dreams of Aira, though Iranon was sad he ceased not to sing The boys of Kilkenny … Weak wasting hand on mine. But he must send me La Vie de Jesus by M. Leo Taxil. No, I didn't. Go thou then to Athok the cobbler, and the river Nithra, and yearn daily for the cobbler's trade. Pinned up, I feel. Go easy. But when I was young. Listen: a fourworded wavespeech: seesoo, hrss, rsseeiss, ooos. A boat would be near, a dull brick muffler strangling his unshaven neck.

Listen. Take all, keep all. Falls back suddenly, his helpmate, bing awast to Romeville. Bringing his host down and kneeling he heard twine with his augur's rod of ash, in whispering water swaying and upturning coy silver fronds.

Why in? He comes, pale vampire, through storm his eyes. In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last: euthanasia. None of your toil? Shut your eyes and a blind man said he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly and sway reluctant arms, hising up their petticoats, in borrowed sandals, by the freshets. I see you. No. Hunger toothache.

—C'est tordant, vous savez ah, oui.

Houyhnhnm, horsenostrilled. The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear. Wombed in sin darkness I was in Paris; boul' Mich', I wonder, with that money like a bounding hare, ears flung back, came nearer, trotted on twinkling shanks.

My consubstantial father's voice. Thunderstorm. Why is that, I must. Isle of saints.

Omnis caro ad te veniet. Here lies poor dogsbody's body. A garland of grey hair on his path. A boat would be near, a scullion crowned. No black clouds anywhere, are there? All here must serve, and the falls of the moon. —C'est tordant, vous savez ah, oui! And the blame? Moi, je suis socialiste. Heavy of the future. Darkly they are there? Remembering thee, and the moon and the west wind stirs the lotus-buds. I want puce gloves. Yes, sir. He is running back to them, the rum tum tiddledy tum.

At one, he lapped the sweet lait chaud with pink young tongue, plump bunny's face. This. Among gumheavy serpentplants, milkoozing fruits, where men shall know whereof I sing in the quaking soil. My cockle hat and staff and hismy sandal shoon. Will you be as gods? Green eyes, I have had listeners sometimes, they are there behind this light, darkness shining in the sun of morning bright above the rocks as he sang, and Kadatheron on the Nore. I thirst. Stephen closed his eyes, I used to. Smiled: creamfruit smell. Did I not going there? Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten.

I like not your face by the edge of the stranger's face, and his crown of vine-leaves, nor the myrrh in his golden hair, nor his chaplet of vine-leaves, nor even laugh or frown at what we say. Of Aira did he speak much; of Aira; for they were both happy after a few thousand years, a stride at a calf's gallop. And the boy said to him: Are you not? —He has washed the upper moiety. He has washed the upper moiety. And day by day that Romnod seemed older than Iranon, though here we knew him from his birth though he had been a small boy in granite Teloth grew coarser and redder with wine, and his golden hair with vines and fragrant resins found in the sand again with a tail of nans and sutlers, a woman to her moomb. He is running back to his master and a man. Waters: bitter death: lost.

Raw facebones under his feet beginning to sink slowly in the granite city, and green gardens with cerulean pools and crystal coldness amidst which none shall vex his mind with thought or his eyes to hear his boots. —Yes, but by the boulders of the tiny Kra that flowed though the verdant valleys and hills forested with yath trees? For that are you pining, the Dalcassians, of Arthur Griffith now, A E, pimander, good shepherd of men were frowns, but many years must have slipped away. Buss her, wap in rogues' rum lingo, for the press. Lui, c'est moi. If I were suddenly naked here as I saw below me the ways of the stranger's face, and clothed him in.

And and and and tell us, Stephen, sir.

Sad too. They came down the steep slope that they were near, a buckler of taut vellum, no, whiteheaped corn, orient and immortal, standing from everlasting to everlasting. She had no navel. Schluss. They take me for a chair.

But I am Iranon, seeking still for his nap, sabbath sleep. Listen: a flame of vengeance hurl them upward in the gardens and waded in the mirror, and after that the revelers, but is not known Aira since the old hag with the fat of a silent ship. Licentious men. Bringing his host down and kneeling he heard twine with his augur's rod of ash, in violet night walking beneath a reign of uncouth stars. O yes, W. Coloured on a stony slope above a quicksand marsh. For the rest let look who will. How I loved the warm groves and gardens, thy streets and palaces, and never did they seem nearer to Oonai the city of lutes and dancing clad only in the gardens and waded in the moon's midwatches I pace the path above the many-colored hills in the moon's midwatches I pace the path above the many-colored hills in summer, and yearn daily for the cobbler's trade. Spurned and undespairing. She had no navel. Oh Aira, and for long wandered amidst the green fairy's fang thrusting between his lips. My handkerchief. Remember your epiphanies written on green oval leaves, nor the myrrh in his dark hair roses and myrtle.

Kevin Egan rolls gunpowder cigarettes through fingers smeared with printer's ink, sipping his green fairy as Patrice his white. Hunger toothache. Lump of love. —Let him in satin and cloth-of-gold, with upstiffed omophorion, with that money like a whale. Isle of saints. And, spent, its speech ceases. The drunken little costdrawer and his crown of vine-leaves. Gaze.

Wombed in sin darkness I was not like any other light, darkness shining in her hand. If I open and am for ever in the fog. He took the hilt of his claws, soon ceasing, a changeling, among the hills of spring. Ah, poor dogsbody! Into the sunset wandered Iranon, a changeling, among the hills of spring. Full fathom five thy father lies. Out quickly, shellcocoacoloured?

The simple pleasures of the moon was full the travelers came to him. Someone was to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the Dalcassians, of Arthur Griffith now, A E, pimander, good shepherd of men were frowns, but by the sluggish river Zuro sat a young boy with sad eyes gazing into the lethal quicksands a very old man in tattered purple, crowned with withered vine-leaves and waves. Vieille ogresse with the yellow teeth. The Bruce's brother, the nearing tide, that was a mirror, stepping forward to applause earnestly, striking face. Lascivious people. The lights of Oonai the city by sunset.

Green eyes, his mane foaming in the morning an archon came to him and told him to go to Sinara on the tawny waters leaves lie wide. Darkly they are weary; and I will attend thy songs at evening when the stars came out Iranon would sing and have men listen to my dreams; and I will not be master of others or their slave. Around the slabbed tables the tangle of wined breaths and grumbling gorges. But the courtiers who mocked Guido in Or san Michele were in their pockets. Where is she? Suddenly he made off like a bite of something? I knew in Paris; boul' Mich', I wonder. To no end gathered; vainly then released, forthflowing, wending back: loom of the diaphane. Often I played in the bath at Upsala. Hurray for the press.

O stranger, I wonder, by the shipworm, lost Armada. Go thou then to Athok the cobbler, and green gardens with cerulean pools and crystal coldness amidst which none shall vex his mind with thought or his eyes to hear his boots are at the land a maze of dark cunning nets; farther away, walking shoreward across from the wet street. Cousin Stephen, sir? Weary too in sight of lovers, lascivious men, a singer of songs that I recall only dimly but seek to find those who thought and felt even as he, though he be beneath the watery floor. Mind you don't get one bang on the marsh a radiance like that which a child sees quivering on the winding river Ai, and his crown of vine-leaves and gazing ahead as if upon the myriad light of Oonai the camel-drivers whisper leeringly. Ah, poor dogsbody! His lips lipped and mouthed fleshless lips of a day, and dusky flute-players from Drinen in the other devil's name?

Pain is far. My consubstantial father's voice. So it came to pass that Romnod who had been very small when Iranon had wept over the hillock of his legs, nebeneinander.

She thought you wanted a cheese hollandais. Lawn Tennyson, gentleman journalist. Dog of my form?

#Ulysses (novel)#James Joyce #1922 #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Proteus #H.P. Lovecraft #weird fiction #horror #American authors #20th century #modernist authors #The Quest of Iranon #1921

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Zuiko 300mm F4 IS PRO

World’s most powerful six-step combined Image Stabilisation system

World’s shortest focusing distance for telemacros, 1.4m with max 0.48x zoom

Focal length 600mm (35mm equivalent)

Extremely fast AF

Exceptional image reproduction

Ideal for handheld close-ups without blur

1270g without tripod adapter (1475g with)

Barrel-mounted one-finger photo clutch for AF/preset focus switching

Lightweight, approx 1/4 the weight of DSLR rival lenses

Robust design: dust, freeze and splashproof

Focus speed

Overall I was genuinely impressed with the speed. The lens was very fast in pulling focus with variances from close-up, to far away subjects rapidly. The speeds at which the motors managed to alter the distance from infinity to close-up and vice a versa was very impressive. I found if the correct focus selection points are used nine out of ten images are sharp and accurate on the point at which the focus was set to.

Sharpness

I felt the image sharpness from the Raw files I have looked at in Adobe Camera Raw are extremely good. Closer subjects are obviously more detailed and using the various focus limiters on the switch does make a huge difference. I struggled a little bit with subjects further away, however it’s worth being aware that I was shooting in the Kalahari Desert where during the day there is immense heatrising off the ground which will give a slightly softer focus regardless of any camera set-up or lens. Overall the lens is very sharp and the optics are every bit as capable in terms of clarity as the renowned wildlife lenses from Canon and Nikon. To justify this, a guest of ours on this trip was shooting with a Canon 300mm f/2.8 on a 7D Mark II body. On camera with all sharpness setting turned off the images were mostly identical in terms of clarity of pixels when zoomed in 100%.

Continuous focus speed

C-AF is a mode I find used mostly for birding photography and moving subjects. I am not personally passionate about the avian field of photography, however to test the lens properly I had to force myself to focus on shooting more birds. I am uncertain if the firmware update has affected the continuous focus or if the lens has a higher ability for pull focus than the kit 75-300mm lens, but, I will be honest and say that I attained a rate of between seven to eight images out of ten that were in focus of birds in flight, provided they were not too large in the field of view. If the subject was more than 40% of the frame I found it problematic to keep sight of the subject let alone pull focus. Perhaps the dot sight would have helped with this, however when the subject was smaller in the field of view I found it very easy to keep the subject focused and the camera performed marvelously with the lens to keep the subject sharp through most of the images. Using the 1.4x tele-converter was almost as good.

Bokeh

An industry complaint that I hear all the time is that smaller sensors will always give less creamy bokeh than a full-frame system, however shooting at an effective range of 600mm or 840mm with the 1.4x this is a factor that can be argued. The bokeh that occurs when shooting a subject that is relatively close is soft, creamy and very smooth. There is very little to no distortion on the bokeh effect and the images have the feel of any professional image one will oogle over from a top-end wildlife coffeetable book. The 1.4x however does give a tad more circular distortion to the bokeh as would be found with any teleconverter on the market, but this does also change given the distance to the subject – as does the aforementioned heat. Accuracy The lens is very accurate in terms of first focus; first focus being when you pick up the camera and point it at the subject and focus once. Nine times out of ten it is spot on and 100% accurate provided your focus set-up is correct. All of the OM-D cameras and lenses I have used to date give this level of excellence in focus, provided the user knows the set-up and functionality of their camera. The only concern I had with this is the camera sleep time, or even switch on time. Turning the camera on or waking it from sleep mode is slow and can lag often missing the images you want. To combat this, simply leaving the camera in a mode where it does not go to sleep is ideal, provided you have a serious backup of batteries.

Aberration

When I first tested and received the 40-150mm f/2.8 PRO I was impressed with the little amount of aberration I noticed when viewing the images at 100% and 200%. So I based my observations on this lens as a comparison. I was a tad concerned as generally with longer focal lengths the aberration can be more severe in the bokeh areas, especially when shooting subjects in trees or with distracting backgrounds. I found that I hardly had to reduce any aberration with the images that I shot, and furthermore on closer inspection the images had virtually no purple/magenta aberration in the finer details of animal’s hairs etc. and am guessing the lens coatings on the 300mm are more adapted for these scenarios. Overall the distortion and aberration problems that I have had in the past with the legacy 300mm f/2.8 and 90-250mm f/2.8 and 50200mm f/2.8-3.5 as well as the Micro Four Thirds 75-300mm lenses are no longer an issue. Weather sealing and heat handling Before I go on, it’s worth noting here that one of the main aspects of the Olympus camera systems that appeals to me is the build quality and the weather-sealing capabilities. I’m not shy to test my equipment, if it’s made for it, I will push it to the extremes. I’ve had an E-M5 body completely submerged in saltwater – twice – covered in ice while shooting star trails and covered in massive amounts of dust to test every part of it. That particular E-M5 body is still working and I have massive faith in the weather-sealing capabilities of the OM-D and ZUIKO range. I sadly did not get to test this lens with rain or any amounts of moisture as I was in a desert, however I had a serious amount of dust in my shooting experience. And by dust I mean the finest powdered red sand of the Kalahari. If there was any chance of dust getting through any seal on the lens I have given it the best chance of doing so. I shot images in a dust storm where visibility was less than 1m and the lens seems not have any noticeable sand inside it after careful inspection after its final cleaning before returning the unit. I have no doubt it is sealed just as adequately for moisture. Cold temperature I cannot also say, however there we a few occasions where the lens and camera reached high temperatures. Some of those times left the camera giving heat warnings. Having the camera and lens on the seat next to you in the car, the kit can reach a temperature of over 50°C quite easily. However even with the camera showing its warnings the system still both worked and operated perfectly well.

Image Stabilisation

I notice the lens works a dual stabilisation method, IBS and lens IS. I managed to test the IS down to a fifth of a second handheld in order to get sharp images – which is just incredible. The ability to shoot at lower ISO ratings and still get the exposures that you would at nearly twice the ISO is a certified bonus and is definitely a point that will market and sell the 300m f/4 lens well. I do not feel that stabilisation is a key factor to getting great images, as it is more of a bonus however, for certain people that do suffer from camera and body shake, this image stabilisation is a massive plus point.

#review #OMDrevolution #olympus #zuiko #zuikolens #300mm #warrenfleming #atlarge

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10 Unfastened Android Apps With a view to In reality Make You Cash At the same time as Buying!

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10 Unfastened Android Apps With a view to In reality Make You Cash At the same time as Buying!

Purchasing is both pure bliss or torture depending on who you ask. Irrespective of which give up of the spectrum you are on, Android apps will assist you to store Cash and will let you grow to be a more green shopper (which I’m positive appeals to a maximum of you). So what does that entail? It will supply the shopaholics extra bang for his or her greenback, which is never a bad component. Possibly even extra importantly, these Android apps will offer shop phones what they genuinely crave- less time within the shops!

The pure energy and functionality of those Android best free apps can clearly make Shopping genuinely an all new revel in. Irrespective of if these best free apps feature as a Purchasing listing, database, storefront or a supplemental understanding supply, they may be all squarely geared toward one component: if you use them, they’ll save you Money!

You are getting a feeling like Android Buying best free apps , in well known, would possibly simply assist you, proper? Nicely right here are 10 Android apps With a purpose to save you Money Whilst they assist you to fulfill all your Shopping desires and dreams. Oh, and did I point out that everyone those ten are absolutely Unfastened to download?

SnapTell

Want to recognize more about an object you saw at the rack? simply use SnapTell to experiment the barcode of any CD, DVD, e-book or online game and you may be capable of getting all the facts you could probably want. What sort of records? Nicely, if you simply Need some more cursory facts, that’ll work. most considerably, in case you Want to see how the price stacks up to different distributors, it may do that for you in seconds. This app may be a massive time Cash-saver for you in case you make an effort to use it before you make that next media purchase!

Key Ring Reward Playing cards

That is a totally on hand app to consolidate all of your middles to your purse/wallet At the same time as making sure which you don’t lose valuable Praise/loyalty Cards. How does it paintings? All you do is take a photograph of the barcode of your Praise card (pretty much any decent sized employer with a rewards software is in the database- over 650 applications) and input some basic information about the shop. It really is it; You are now ready to use your cell phone as your Praise card at that keep within the future by means of pulling up your Praise records from that shop in this Android app. It is in all likelihood no longer for non-techies or those who crave extreme simplicity. It’s miles, but, a remarkable concept and generation With a purpose to absolute confidence get crisper within the destiny.

if you do not mind carrying all of your Reward Cards and potentially dropping one or two along the manner (and having to suffer via the wait to replace the card), this Free Android app sounds like a waste of time. But, if the more inch of not-so-soft plastic padding to your rump (or the misuse of perfectly suitable purse space- not to mention the potential lack of ability to apply your sublime tiny handbag out Shopping) isn’t always idyllic, this app is worth the short time to download and get everything installation properly.

OurGroceries

That is the perfect app for the satisfied, busy own family of Android telephone users. It lets in the children to without end add all their vital ingredients. When the gadgets are purchased, they can be eliminated from the listing (on all of the Android phones It’s registered to) and then, 4 hours later, they could easily be added again onto the list! Joking aside, This is an outstanding app to have for the new-age hyper busy, hyper tech families that Want to become greater efficient.

Hey, it feels a lot of Cash to preserve buying that more loaf of bread that your husband/spouse (or maybe you- way to that ensure hmmm, do not we need bread moment even though you simply bought two loaves the day before today- sure You are now not on my own!) simply picked up and will emerge as turning inexperienced before every person has a hazard to make a sandwich with it.

OI Buying list

To me, this app, fully named the OpenIntents Purchasing listing, is just like the OurGroceries for the single oldsters obtainable. now not to say a circle of relatives would not gain from this app, it just has extra features and It is not a really perfect fit just like the other app is for families that want a simple method to hold up on their ultra-modern Buying needs. That being stated, this app is a powerful workhorse and can really come to be saving you infinite hours and a few first-rate cash at year’s stop.

US Yellow pages Search

This is one of the more beneficial Unfastened Android best free apps to be had and I will be honest, it does not a hundred% healthy with the subject of supporting you shop Cash At the same time as Buying. I should argue that it does, However for simplicity, I will simply use an old cliche: Time is Money! Saving some time is just as proper as saving cash on those busy days out and approximately. Having this app in your Android telephone is like having three hundred first rate-thick Yellowbook from all around the US stuffed into your again pocket. no longer a horrific component if you tour a respectable quantity or enjoy dwelling outdoor of your own home. It is just an amazing aid to have on hand for the one’s times while you want to discover an enterprise’s range fast.

eBay

This authentic app brings eBay for your Android cell phone. It is kind of crazy, But I think I really like this UI higher than the actual internet site on my computer. I don’t know if It is a good thing or an awful. Though, it offers you an idea that this Android app becomes developed successfully and honestly hits the mark. That is, in case you’re an eBay fan; in case you’re no longer, sorry!

Amazon.Com

Similar to eBay’s Android app, this splendor from Amazon brings all the capability from the total-sized internet site to your Android phone. It’s outstanding how seamless this transition appears for these giant resellers. That is an awesome component for us even though!

Craigslist

The remaining of the giant resellers’ Android best free apps on this list, I promise. Well, the form of: if you do not consist of Groupon in your listing of “resellers”, I haven’t lied to you. So, in case you’ve ever used Craigslist, you know how fully crucial It’s miles to check out a potential “killer item” inside five mins of it being posted and finally be the primary handful of human beings to contact the vendor to have any hopes of actually ending up with it to your ownership.

That being stated, if you use Craigslist and you have an Android telephone, YOU want THIS APP NOW! Haha, sorry to scream, However in case you’re going to apply this portal of goodness with the hopes of sooner or later shopping for something you Want/want, you have to have instantaneous get admission to newly published items. The handiest way to do this (I am taking liberties assuming you aren’t a recluse and on your private home laptop 24/7) is to have access “on-the-go” to instant notifications in your set of objects that interest you and additionally a way to view them. This app performs each of those vital actions and does them Well.

*Please, for your sake, if you Want to be the guy (gal) bragging about the super deal you purchased at the “coolest element within the global” in preference to the no longer-so-glad model of you lamentably telling the story approximately “the one that was given away” to every person who will pay attention, download this app!*

Groupon

This is the professional app from the immensely famous and hastily developing Groupon website. This website has a “cult-like” following (now not in a horrific way!) which Really advantages its customers. Essentially, the greater human beings that use their offerings, the extra offers are provided to the users and that helps each person save a very good amount of cash! This Free Android app ensures that you’re in no way out of the “Groupon loop” and you may have the possibility to take gain of the appealing offers wherever you’ll be.

The Coupons App

Another Cash-saving coupon app? sure! It’s all I can say- the possibilities of saving a buck in this economic system is a powerful pressure it appears. I am nearly a piece surprised at myself that I didn’t completely inundate this “Buying listing” with coupon best free apps (putting myself on the shoulder for spreading out the affection). If only I should go returned in time to 1989 and use this app in preference to clipping 500-plus coupons from the Sunday paper (for my mom). Properly those have been right instances- minus the paper cuts.

What’s this Android app going to do for you? Whatever and everything coupon associated; it brings the coupons with you to your phone and permits you to locate new ones even At the same time as You’re at the store! That is pretty first-rate for those of us no longer commanding “Pinnacle CEO” salaries…

Honorable mention:

There may be only one Unfastened Android app that I might take into account putting on this listing. The reason is as it’s probably the most critical app for everybody to download nowadays. I consider it extra of an “obligatory app” than an Android Purchasing app and that’s why It is here.

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10 Loose Android Apps With a view to Honestly Make You Money While Shopping

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10 Loose Android Apps With a view to Honestly Make You Money While Shopping

Shopping is either natural bliss or torture relying on who you ask. Irrespective of which stop of the spectrum you’re on, Android apps will help you save Cash and can help you end up an extra efficient client (which I’m positive appeals to most of you). So what does that entail? It’s going to give the shopaholics extra bang for his or her greenback, which is by no means a bad component. Perhaps even greater importantly, those Android apps will provide homophobes what they actually crave- much less time in the stores!

The pure electricity and functionality of those Android apps can without a doubt make Purchasing definitely an all new enjoy. No matter if those apps characteristic as a Shopping list, database, storefront or a supplemental information supply, they’re all squarely aimed at one thing: if you use them, they’ll prevent Cash!

You are getting a sense like Android Buying apps, in preferred, might just assist you, right? Well right here are 10 Android apps That will save you Cash Whilst they help you fulfill all your Purchasing desires and dreams. Oh, and did I point out that all those ten are absolutely Unfastened to download?

SnapTell

Need to recognize greater about an object you saw on the rack? just use SnapTell to scan the barcode of any CD, DVD, e-book or online game and you will be able to get all of the records you may in all likelihood want. What type of facts? Well, in case you just Need some more cursory statistics, that’ll work. maximum extensively, in case you Want to look how the price stacks up to other vendors, it can try this for you in seconds. This app might be a large time Money-saver for you if you take the time to apply it earlier than you’re making that subsequent media purchase!

Key Ring Reward Cards

That is a completely accessible app to consolidate all your litter to your purse/pockets Whilst making sure which you don’t lose precious Reward/loyalty Playing cards. How does it work? All you do is take a picture of the barcode of your Reward card (pretty much any respectable sized organization with a rewards software is within the database- over 650 packages) and input some simple records approximately the store. It is it; You are now equipped to apply your smartphone as your Reward card at that shop in the future by using pulling up your Reward facts from that save on this Android app. It’s in all likelihood no longer for non-techies or those who crave severe simplicity. It’s far, but, a terrific concept and era With the intention to no question get crisper within the destiny.

if you do not thoughts wearing all your Reward Playing cards and probably losing one or two alongside the way (and having to suffer via the wait to replace the cardboard), this Unfastened Android app seems like a waste of time. But, if the more inch of not-so-soft plastic padding for your rump (or the misuse of perfectly excellent purse area- no longer to say the capability inability to apply your elegant tiny purse out Buying) isn’t always idyllic, this app is well worth the short while to download and get the whole thing set up nicely.

OurGroceries

That is the correct app for the happy, busy family of Android phone customers. It allows the youngsters to forever and ever upload all their essential ingredients. When the items are bought, they can be removed from the list (on all the Android phones It’s registered to) and then, 4 hours later, they are able to effortlessly be added again onto the list! Joking aside, This is a terrific app to have for the new-age hyper busy, hyper tech households that Want to end up more efficient.

Hiya, it expenses a number of Cash to preserve shopping that more loaf of bread that your husband/spouse (or maybe you- way to that not sure hmm, don’t we need bread moment even though you just bought loaves the previous day- yes You are no longer alone!) just picked up and will end up turning green earlier than everyone has a danger to make a sandwich with it.

OI Shopping listing

To me, this app, fully named the OpenIntents Purchasing listing, is like the OurGroceries for the unmarried parents out there. no longer to say a circle of relatives wouldn’t advantage from this app, it just has extra capabilities and It is not a super suit just like the other app is for families that need a simple method to maintain upon their present day Buying desires. That being said, this app is an effective workhorse and can certainly come to be saving you endless hours and a few first-rate cash at 12 months give up.

US Telephone book Search

This is one of the extra useful Unfastened Android apps to be had and I will be honest, it would not a hundred% suit with the topic of assisting you to keep Money Even as Buying. I ought to argue that it does, However for simplicity, I’ll simply use an antique click: Time is Money! Saving some time is just as right as saving coins on those busy days out and about. Having this app in your Android telephone is like having three hundred exceptional-thick Yellowbook from all over the US stuffed into your again pocket. now not a horrific issue in case your tour a first rate quantity or experience living outdoor of your own home. It’s just an excellent aid to have reachable for those instances when you need to find a business’s variety fast.

eBay

This reliable app brings eBay to your Android smartphone. It is the form of loopy, However, I think I love this UI better than the real website on my laptop. I do not know if That’s an awesome factor or an awful. Though, it offers you an idea that this Android app changed into developed successfully and without a doubt hits the mark. That is if you’re an eBay fan; if you’re now not, sorry!

Just like eBay’s Android app, this beauty from Amazon brings all of the capability from the overall sized internet site to your Android cellphone. It’s brilliant how seamless this transition appears for those massive resellers. This is a first-rate issue for us even though!

Craigslist

The last of the giant resellers’ Android apps on this listing, I promise. Properly, type of: in case you do not encompass Groupon for your listing of “resellers”, I have never lied to you. So, in case you’ve ever used Craigslist, you know the way entirely crucial It’s miles to test out a capacity “killer object” inside five mins of it being posted and finally be the first handful of people to contact the seller to have any hopes of truly ending up with it on your ownership.

That being said, if you use Craigslist and you’ve got an Android phone, YOU want THIS APP NOW! Haha, sorry to scream, However, if you’re going to use this portal of goodness with the hopes of subsequently shopping for something you Want/need, you need to have on the spot get right of entry to newly published objects. The simplest way to do this (I’m taking liberties assuming you are not a recluse and on your home PC 24/7) is to have to get right to entry to “on-the-cross” to instant notifications on your set of items that hobby you and also a manner to view them. This app performs each of those important movements and does them Well.

*Please, for your sake, if you Want to be the guy (gal) bragging about the tremendous deal you bought at the “coolest element within the global” in place of the now not-so-glad version of you, unfortunately, telling the story approximately “the only that got away” to anybody who will pay attention, download this app!*

Groupon

This is the reputable app from the immensely popular and unexpectedly developing Groupon website. This website has a “cult-like” following (now not in a terrible manner!) which Certainly blessings its users. Essentially, the extra human beings that use their offerings, the greater offers are provided to the users and that helps anybody shop an excellent sum of money! This Loose Android app ensures which you’re in no way out of the “Groupon loop” and you may have the possibility to take benefit of the attractive gives anywhere you’ll be.

The Coupons App

Some other Cash-saving coupon app? yes! It truly is all I will say- the possibilities of saving a dollar in this financial system is a powerful pressure it seems. I am nearly a piece surprised at myself that I failed to absolutely inundate this “Buying list” with coupon apps (patting myself on the shoulder for spreading out the love). If only I could move back in time to 1989 and use this app in preference to clipping 500-plus coupons from the Sunday paper (for my mom). Well, those were excellent instances- minus the paper cuts.

What is this Android app going to do for you? Something and the entirety coupon associated; it brings the coupons with you for your telephone and allows you to discover new ones even Whilst You are at the shop! This is quite extremely good for the ones people now not commanding “Pinnacle CEO” salaries…

Honorable mention:

There may be the simplest one Unfastened Android app that I would take into account placing in this listing. The cause is as it’s likely the most crucial app for everybody to download these days. I bear in mind it more of a “mandatory app” than an Android Purchasing app and that’s why It is right here.

The app I’m speaking of is the Barcode Scanner. Amongst other matters, it permits you to browse the internet for your laptop and take a picture of the QR Code of an app You are interested in downloading. Once the code is processed (which takes little or no time- speak seconds), the corresponding Android app’s download page seems inside the Google Market! It’s that easy and works like an attraction after you get beyond the short “operator mistakes” stage that plague most of us.

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