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It happened. Let's talk about it under the fucking cut.
Hello! I am here to regale you with the tale of how my Saturday at Fan Expo went! So it started with how I could not fucking sleep the night before. Fitful, I kept waking up over and over and finally got out of bed before nine. I hung around for a while, did a face mask, painted my nails, showered, got ready and into my fit for the day. We departed slightly after noon and grabbed some food and made our way to Toronto. We get there and park in the usual place and make the couple block hike to the convention centre, the check in process went smoothly and then, it was time to shop around.
We went from the North building to the South building, much more interested in checking out niche’ vendors and artists’ alley, I was in there for less than an hour before I had to break away to run to the photo op. Mr.Bex gives me a kiss on the cheek and told me, “Try not to cum in front of them.”
“Easier said than done!” I called as I run off. Now, last year it took me forever to get back to the North building, so I left with an hour before my time I had to be there. On the way, I see a Ghostface in a very cute almost magical girl outfit, short flouncy skirt and a bedazzled pink mask. I am looking at them, they see me looking, and they give me a pose and a peace sign, I grin and give one back, a super fun moment. I get to the North building and the photo op space in less than twenty minutes. So that means I get to toddle around the dealers floor. I do so, take in some cosplays, contemplate some purchases, they had an old full sized classic Scream one poster for twenty bucks, but I passed on it.
Finally, it’s time to go get into the actual line. I’m in line 13, in the first group for the Matt and Skeet time slot, and I made like six friends while in line. Everyone was very into my outfit, one girl had a tattoo on her arm that said, “My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me.” We were all losing it. Another girl was there with her partner and she was in a 600 dollar custom fitted movie accurate Ghostface costume, with the glitter fabric and all, it was shockingly impressive. She especially liked my shirt and was impressed by the fact I made it, and asked aloud, “Why don’t they make shirts like those and sell them?” I laughed and told her, “Well, I’ve considered it, I won’t lie.”
It is a surreal experience listening to this assortment of hot gothy early twenty-something scream fans, many who came from whole provinces away just for this, just to be here for them, talking about how hot they are and how down bad they are while I stand next to them, having written a couple of hundred thousand words about the characters they love in question. I almost told em I wrote fic, almost.
While waiting around, Matt ended up coming out into the line-up space?! There was a fan in a wheelchair, and he wheeled em back personally while chatting them up and giving high-fives, he was five feet from me. The photo op starts late, I don’t care, it’s fine. We scan tickets, drop bags and then are in the same curtained off space as them, they let in small groups at a time to keep it moving smoothly. My heart is fucking pounding. We make it back, there was a family in front of me, their middle kid was dressed as Ghostface and their baby was in a scooby doo onesie and Matt held him for the picture, so cute.
Our especially extra Ghostface friend from the line was right in front of me, and then it’s my turn. I make sure my extra shirt is pulled to the side, Two Boys Are Better Than One proudly displayed, and I move. I greet them with a “Hi!”
Skeet gave me a very cool sounding “Hey” and Matthew made eye contact with me and gave me a polite nod with a, “Hello.” That I can only say was said in a very him way.
I asked, as I was moving in, “Can I be in the middle?”
And Matt had this expression with that sort of half smile he does, brows pinched together as he nods, telling me like it should be obvious, “Oh of course.”
I get in between them, and Matt’s hand is on my shoulder, Skeet’s hand is on my lower back and my hand is on Matt’s lower back and my other hand holding onto Skeet’s side (and fucks sake he is firm.)
I got an extra second because the photographer directed me to lower my head, so I wouldn’t get glasses glare, I assume. I revel in the extra seconds and contact, the picture is snapped, and I break away, without thinking I sort of pat Skeet’s side, and he returns the gesture and tells me, “Good job.”
Skeet fucking Ulrich told me good job.
Bury me now. I am done for.
I get my bag, I get my picture, I get it framed, and I go find Mr.Bex. He and I leave the con, we get back to our car, and then go to a tattoo shop where my friend Mel gave me my You Might Be The Killer tattoo. We drove home, I slammed several slices of pizza, and now I am writing this for you!
It was. Fucking amazing, I loved it so much, it was more than worth every penny. Now I can officially say, I am That Cunt that wore a shirt baring my super pornographic smut fic’s title on my tits while getting a picture with the two guys who inspired it all.
And speaking of inspiration, just you wait to see the fic I am going to write after this.
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I am tempted to inquire by a lot of these titles (I might have to send a separate ask), but I have to push the bhf agenda first and asks for more of, "Death's Door at the count of 10 - Boxing AU" pretty please!! 🥺 👉 👈 💕💕💕
Haha, of course you would! Ty for the ask, I need to get back on this too! Feel free to ask for others too if you would like :D
Boxing AU or Death's Door at the Count of 10 is a modern AU featuring Coach Tardif and his rookie boxer, Damian - while both men lost their way and try to rebuild themselves on their own, both ended up at each other sides. Now they are both on the path to see how long can they last in the cruel world of boxing. It's way easier than fighting eldritch horrors but they still need to pay the bill.
Plan to add other DD characters too, like Margaret and Dismas, with a lot of boxing references. It was slightly inspired by a picture of Damian with a black robe - my mind raced towards "oh this is how he would look like as a boxer", and the story slowly started to form. It's definitely a fun project, hopefully can release sometime soon since first and second chapter only needs some editing. Hope to return to this one in the near future~
Ch1 snippet:
„Okay smartass. Last question: you remember what happened to you?”
The lunatics eyes focused on him. His expression changed to an unnerving smile – full teeth, ear-to-ear, the blood on the lips just adding to the maniac feeling.
„Ah, it was a fun night! It was such a lovely, lovely fight! Ended too soon sadly.” His grin shows off a clipped, no, a missing tooth. There was no blood there, not a recent injury – this wasn’t his first fight ending badly, Tardif guessed.
„Wouldn’t call getting beat up a fun night. You’re lucky they couldn’t take a hit, or you would have been in trouble.”
„Well, good to know a guardian angel showed up for me. Thank you for helping me out.”
Tardifs scoffs. Thats a first. To be fair to him, he was hit multiple times in the head not even an hour ago. He may or may not be concussed.
„So tell me – where did you take me, dear angel?”
Definitely concussed."
And for you Jozzyh, some ch2 (or ch3?) content! (sorry its still pretty rough!)
CW: a lot of swearing for no reason
There in kitchen he saw a tall muscular woman, her red hair tied up in a knot, now having a staring contest with a broken blender. Around her, there were sings of vegetable scraps thrown around – it was hard to determine if it was the cause of the blender or her.
„Good morning to you, Bobo!”
„Go fuck yerself.” The red-headed murmured, barely registering her roommate entering the kitchen. She was still focused on the broken piece before her, clearly lost both the fight and whatever food she was trying to make.
„Bad morning? Did the forces of the universe bend their will to make your life miserable?”
Oh how lucky she would be, he envied.
The woman, Boudica, turned to Damian, her vegetable scraps covered face showing killing intent. Damian always loved being the target of that look, but the forces this time spared him from her righteous anger.
„Blender broke down.”
„How unfortunate. Is this the third time? I hoped it has warmed up to our presence.” the man sighed, scratching his covered wound on his face. It stopped hurting a bit, might actually healed up faster than usually. The itchy feeling was stronger than usual.
„It cant warm up to us if that fucking whore of a woman keep selling me broken down shit.” Boudica swapped Damians hand off his wound way more gentle than her attitude and temper would make you believe she could do. „A good deal she said! I’m gonna strangle her next time i saw her.”
Damian looked over the broken blender, with its blades turning downside, with more cuts on the downside of the blender than the veggies around it. The plastic wrapper outside barely hold unto the base, only remaining still in place since Boudica was still holding it down.
„She can give you your money for it back, right?”
„If she wont, I strangle her even harder.”
She let go of the plastic, which fall down on the counter, some fluid leaving its contains.
The woman let out a low sigh, like a lioness letting out a low growl, seeing how her prey run away from her.
„Fuck it. Soup it is.” she started gathering the vegetable pieces off the counter.
„Want me to cut up the vegetables?”
„Be my fucking guest.”
He helped her clean up the blended out and exploded juices, taking the salvagable part out and into a pot, cleaning the remaining vegetables off the floor.
Boudica started cleaning up some carrots and cucumbers, giving it to Damian to cut them into sizable pieces, a familiar routine started form between them.
„Don't cut your fingers off.”
„No promises.”
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wip train
so i got tagged some weeks ago by @joz-yyh for a wip train and have literally just been waffling over which wip to post an excerpt from.
i'm cheating and putting two. one excerpt for my dd fic and the other for my untitled/temp titled bg3 fic.... both under read more because. well. 1) i'm wordy 2) bhf excerpt is technically nsfw
any mutuals who got stuff they want to share can considered themselves tagged by me :)
break me open, ch 8 nsfw
dd, bounty hunter/flagellant
Tardif comes with a low, rumbling moan that Damian feels shake down his spine. He can feel the heat of Tardif’s cum spreading along his thighs—on his soft cock. He shudders. Tardif has marked him in so many ways. He leans back, breath ragged and makes a low noise of surprise when Tardif surges forward to press their mouths together. It’s less of a kiss and more sharing air—tender. Intimate almost.
Tardif is loose and panting, hands petting over Damian’s stuttering chest.
He imagines, this moment of respite is the last scrap Damian will be allowed. Tardif will gather himself now—let Damian know he’s expected in the morning and kick Damian out of his room.
His stomach knots.
Who knows where they’ll go from there. If this means anything.
Tardif nuzzles at Damian’s neck—along one of the bites that will flourish into a bruise. He rumbles something Damian can’t quite hear.
“Tardif,” Damian sighs, “speak clearly.”
There’s a moment of pause. Tardif grumbles again and pulls back. He doesn’t meet Damian’s eye. “It’s late,” Tardif says quietly, tone unfathomable, “People’ll ask questions.”
Damian can feel his heart hammering in his throat as Tardif goes quiet again. Damian sighs. He begins to move—he will need to find his robes and hood. Tardif had been careless in his eagerness to divest Damian of what little clothing he had.
“I will do my best to go unnoticed,” Damian says wryly. He slides towards the edge of the bed. He will need to sneak into the baths again. “We need not the Hamlet questioning either of our judgements.”
Tardif huffs, the sound frustrated. Damian sees the shift of Tardif’s movement, but does not register intention until he feels Tardif’s arm wrap around his waist. He pulls Damian back into the bed.
pomegranate (temp title)
bg3, durge/gale
“I thought we were growing closer, Gale,” there’s a forced blankness to Kore’s voice that sends a lance of nausea through him. “You should have told me right away.”
He thinks to his scorn he showed Kore after Alfira. At least Kore had had the nerve to greet them bloodied, seeking absolution—ready for any judgement they saw fit to strike him with.
Gale hid. Even with the intimacy growing between them… the want. He had kept his secrets. The things that could hurt Kore—could kill him.
“I know.”
What else can he say?
“All of this… Kore. I’m so sorry. This must… feel like the betrayal of betrayals.” This is no vampire bite in the dark—no concealed God. This is a threat to everyone around them. Who is he to have fastened a hope upon a man already fighting with himself? “Say the word. I’ll leave. You won’t have to worry about me anymore.”
“No,” the force and anger in Kore’s voice makes Gale flinch—makes Kore flinch. Kore looks at him, lost, and reaches his hand back out. He hesitates before grabbing Gale’s hand in both of his. His eyes fix intently upon Gale’s—he looks almost as if he is memorizing Gale’s face. “Gale… I care about you.” He squeezes Gale’s hand. “And I care too much about you to abandon you now.”
He feels the stirring of Kore’s tadpole. He shows him a new thought now—the night he went to Kore’s tent. He can feel the calmness, the comfort Kore felt. The warmth he hadn’t realized he had missed upon the eve of his penance.
“Oh,” Gale says softly.
Kore presses his forehead to Gale’s knuckles. “We will fix this.”
It sounds like an oath. A fallen paladin making a promise to a broken, greedy liar of a man.
What a pair they make.
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MAIDSTONE STROKE GROUP
MAY NEWSLETTER 2022
STROKE VICTIMS' 2HR AMBO WAIT
STROKE patients face waits of up to two hours for ambulances in some parts of England. Leaked NHS data reveals that the average time for category 2 call-outs, which also include heart attacks, soared to 70 minutes this week, 02/04/22. That is almost four times the 18-minute target – but the Health Service Journal reports the wait stretched to a shocking two hours on some days in the South West. The reason is hospitals are busy and unable to discharge patients to social care that wards and A&E units are backed up. Dr Ian Higginson, of the Royal College of Emergency Medicine, said: “Emergency departments must have capacity to meet demand and constant flow into inpatient beds Patients suffer harm or die unnecessarily if they can't get an ambulance in time, when held in ambulances or treated in crowded departments.” The lastest NHS figures show a quarter of ambulances wait at least half an hour to off-load patients, while one in ten has to hang around for more than an hour. Health sources said social care delays also mean a growing number of hospital patients are well enough to go home but cannot because no help is available. The RCEM also claimed patients should not be treated in tents or corridors as it is an “awful experience associated with harm and death”. Professor Stephen Powis, NHS medical director, said: “Staff remain under pressure as they deal with high numbers of patients alongside a spike in staff absences due to Coved. “Yet they are working hard to deliver as much routine care as possible as well as rolling out the NHS spring booster.”
Article from daily paper.
VASCULAR CARE SET TO MOVE IN SHAKE-UP
Planned changes to vascular care in Kent would mean patients having to travel to Canterbury for some treatments. Currently, services are arranged at two centres-Kent and Canterbury Hospital (K&C), and one for west Kent based at Medway Maritime Hospital, in Gillingham. A consultation has now launched to deliver the care at a single centre at K&C. Health chiefs say this will allow the
vascular teams from both areas to work together as one team at a 'centre of excellence'. It would see all specialist operations and treatments requiring overnight stays taking place at the Canterbury hospital, although the majority of care, such as clinics and investigations, would still be held locally.
Article from local paper
A.I. SPOTS HEART WOES IN 20 SECS
A NEW computer tool can spot heart disease in just 20 seconds – nearly 40 times faster than experienced medics. It uses artificial intelligence to read complex MRI scans in record time, and does so more accurately than humans. Doctors are alerted to potential heart problems before the patient is even out of the scanner. Until now, specialists would spend an average of 13 minutes examining final MRI images. With 120,000 cardiac scans conducted each year, the British Heart Foundation claims the “revolutionary” tool will free up medics to help tackle backlogs. It was developed by researchers at University College London and Barts Heart Centre. Their leader, Dr Rhodri Davis, said: “It replaces the need for a doctor to spend countless hours analysing scans.” The tool is now being rolled out in London, with plans to expand its use. The BHF funded the study, published in the Journal of Cardiovascular Magnetic Resonance.
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WONDER DRUG TO BEAT BUG helps the weakest
A JAB to fight off Coved is lined up for 500,000 people with weak immune systems. The antibody cocktail works in patients who fail to respond to an inoculation. In trials, Evusheld gave 83 per cent protection over six months. It has now been approved for use by the Medicines and Healthcare products Regulatory Agency. The news comes as Coved infections rocketed to record 258,155 cases a day. Prof Tim Spector, who runs the Zoe Coved Study app, said: “This pandemic is not over.” Half a million, people including blood cancer and transplant patients, have a weak immune system. Evusheld is a combination of two antibodies given as separate shots. Prof Penny Ward, of King's College London, said: “It is a good day for the immune-compromised.” Ministers will wait for fresh data before deciding on a rollout. Article from daily paper.
ARTHRITIS PILL CUTS FATEL RISK OF COVID
AN arthritis drug slashes the risk of Coved death by a fifth in hospitalised patients, trials reveal. Anti-inflammatory pill baricitinib is the fourth therapy shown to cut mortality in seriously ill coronavirus victims. Its life-saving effects are in addition to the benefits of other proven pandemic treatments such as steroid dexamethasone. Taken in combination, they can cut the risk virus death by well over a half, say experts at Oxford University. More than 8,000 Coved patients were given baricitinib or a dummy pill alongside normal care. Those given baricitinib for ten days were 20 per cent less likely to die. A ten-day course costs £250. Health Secretary Sajid Javid said: “This is promising news and shows how the UK leads the world in identifying life-saving treatments.”
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BOROUGH IS RATED COUNTY'S WORST FOR DISABILITY GRANTS
A report reveals Maidstone has one of the poorest records when it comes to disability assessment, with people waiting nearly two years to receive adapatations to their homes. Many disabled residents across the borough are having to wait months just to be assessed for an adaptation to their home, and years to get the work done, says the Bureau of Investigative Journalism report. A Disabled Facilities Grant (DFG) is administered by local authorities to fund changes to the home of disabled and older people, which are often key to their quality of life. The (DFG) can be used to pay for works such as widening door-ways and inserting ramps for wheelchair access, or installing a suitable heating system, providing access to bathroom facilities by means of a stair lift or a new ground floor bathroom. Maidstone ranks second in England for those waiting the longest for the whole process to be completed, with an average time of 22 months. The Bureau's findings show huge variations across the UK, with some work completed in less than a year while others wait much longer. The worst affected is Southend in Essex, where the time taken from first contact with the council to adaptation completion averages more than two years. In Sevenoaks, its 12 months; Tonbridge and Malling 11 months and Tunbridge Wells without any recorded delays. Sophie Fournel, chief executive officer of Disability Assist in Maidstone isn't shocked by new findings. She said: “It can take a very long
time to get homes adapted so that they are more usable. “We have a lot of people who are living in inappropriate housing, and the wait on the housing register for social housing which is accessible-like bungalows-is incredibly long. She added: “The DFG can be a very strenuous and complicated process. “Mentally it can be very devastating on people, where they become really frustrated and unable to move forward with their lives.” Sophie, who has multiple scierosis, applied for a grant for a downstairs toilet when she moved to Kent in January 2011, but gave up the process. According to charity Scope, there are more than 250,000 residents in Kent with a health problem or disability which limits their day-to-day activties. The Department for Levelling up, Housing and Communities said it had provided councils with over £4 billion to deliver home adaptations since 2010.
( 'The DFG can be a very strenuous and complicated process. Mentally it can be very devastating on people where they become unable to move forward with their lives' )
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JOHNS NOTICE BOARD
ONE----- An update on our dear June dines who has now been in hospital a number of weeks now, and the news is very mixed with some good days and some bad days, but of late there has been some positive signs of minor improvements, but far from being out of the woods yet. I am sure that the daily visits she has from diane has helped in positivity. We all at MSG wish her well.
TWO----- There was trepidation and anxious feelings of how well the quiz would do after a 2 year gap due to covid. Well despite there only being 4 teams take part and 28 people in attendance which bought in £140@ £5 each, with dianes quick thinking of selling raffle tickets 6 for £5 this bought in another £141, which bought the total to £281, and not only that it was a fun filled and buoyant night thanks to those that attended efforts to make it a good night. We would of course like to see a better turn out on the next one in October.
THREE----- Ican now tell you THE VILLAGE HOTEL is booked for Thursday 8th December so please note in your diaries or calenders.
FOUR----- An unfortunate accident has befallen poor Wendy fenton, that happened after the stroke club meeting on Tuesday 26th April, that involved a kerbstone near their house, resulting in a broken shoulder arm, and is now in a sling and on painkillers, and has thrown some dought on their break to Bournemouth, however we still have 4 weeks to go and perhaps an easing of pain etc perhaps could still happen, we can only wait and see. We wish her all the best on a speedy recovery.
FIVE----- May I remind everyone going to Bournemouth that the pick up by brookline coaches from tovil on Friday 27th may is 10.00 am and there will be a refreshment break at fleet services. On return the the pick up at the sands hotel by brookline coaches will be 11.00 am with a refreshment break at fleet services again.
SIX----- The Rye lunch at the MARINA HOTEL on Thursday 30th June, I have to date 29 names some still to give their menu choice, I am including an up to date list on this in case you are not on the list and need to be.
BIRTHDAYS
1st MAY---------- DES MARTIN
17th MAY ----------R0GER FERRIS
22nd MAY ---------- SONIA NICHOLS
27th MAY ---------- JEANNE MUMFORD
28th MAY ---------- HILARY LUCETTE
MEETINGS
TUESDAY ---------- 10th MAY
TUESDAY --------- 24th MAY
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MM #1: What About Your Parents?
My spot of writing for the first ever Musical Monday, featuring Radical Face!! I drew inspiration for this from the entirety of The Crooked Kind, and I’ve gone and written up a conversation between Alistair and Miles about Alistair’s parents.
Content warnings: period-typical use of homophobic slurs for the 1920′s-1940′s, emotional neglect, implied child abuse, implied abuse in general.
"Can you?" Miles coaxed.
"I can't," Alistair croaked, barely forming the words. Head tilted back, eyes closed, it was like the words were for the cosmos instead of the man holding him together. "I can't."
"Alistair, would you just talk to me? Please?" Alistair wasn't looking at his face, but he could hear the strain to his voice and feel Miles's grip on his shoulders tighten.
Alistair leaned his head back against the couch. He closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at Miles, who was standing directly behind the couch, leaned over him.
"For once?"
"Fine," Alistair gave in. "Fine, just- I just, I might not be able to do it all at once, okay?"
"Okay," Miles murmured from above. Alistair found the amount of relief present in his voice a nearly jolting surprise. "I'll take anything. You just have to tell me something, or somebody. You have to tell somebody something, Alistair. You're tearing yourself up inside."
"Stop. What do you want to know?" As he warded off those words, those words picking at things he wasn't ready to admit to yet, he reached back and wrapped his arms around as much of Miles as he could.
"I- Wow, I don't know. I figured you'd just . . . have something?"
"I have a lot of somethings, Miles. What do you want to know?"
"What's easiest?"
"I dunno."
"What's furthest in the past?"
" . . . My father."
"Your father. Okay." Miles began to massage his fingertips into the tense muscles strung between Alistair's neck and shoulders. Alistair drew in a long breath. "What was his name?"
"Arlo." He couldn't remember the last time he had spoken, or even thought, his father's name. "Arlo Sheep."
"What was he like?" Miles asked as he bore down more firmly, rubbing his thumbs in circles against the spot just at the base of Alistair's neck.
"In what way?" Alistair asked, grunting under his breath. His arms loosened and fell to rest on the back of the couch.
"Uhh, well, what did he look like?"
"Tall- well, taller than me, but he died when I was twelve. Perhaps he was as tall as I am now. I don't know." Miles's silence took up the space when he paused, so he kept going. "Dark hair, and dark eyes. He had . . . a straight, serious face. He was quiet, and he always stood proud."
"Did he talk much?"
"No. He rarely said much, especially to us kids. I remember my mother making dinner for him and his boss, a couple work buddies, and that was the only time I remember him being very animated."
"Do you remember what he talked about when he did talk to you, or your siblings?"
Alistair took a moment to think, and a moment to move. He leaned forward and rested his hands on his knees, letting his head hang, and giving Miles better access to his shoulders and back. Miles immediately took advantage of it, moving his way down, and even coming around the couch to sit next to him.
"It was a lot of scolding, I think. Don't do this, don't do that, punishment for making a mistake." He cleared his throat. "Sometimes commentary on the state of the economy, my mother, different kinds of people- especially, y'know- the fairies, the fags, the queers."
"He sounds like he was a joy," Miles muttered, practically into his ear now. He was pressing his fingers into a spasm in Alistair's back, not a painful one.
"Oh, delightful," Alistair scoffed, with humor.
"So he was pretty distant, huh? Not around a lot? Barely around when he was?"
"Yeah, you could say that."
"What about your mum?" Miles asked, extra curiosity running under his tone.
"She was lovely," Alistair breathed, and felt the first spike of emotion beyond a broad feeling of dread, like a rock in his chest. He missed his mother. "But she was timid, she was easily controlled by my father, and my brother after him. I should have protected her better- but I wasn't there. I write her letters sometimes. She always responds. She says she misses me, calls me Al."
"I like that, Al. But it's so simple. Alistair is such a noble name," Miles commented in the space between his words. His hands were firm yet gentle, pleasant as they fond themselves digging into Alistair's lower back.
He leaned his weight to one side, practically draping his left side against the back of the couch. He felt a low laugh float out of him, out of nowhere. "Thanks, Miles. Thank you." And he meant it for everything, he hoped it was all stuffed into the words. He hoped clever Miles found the meaning there, in the sound of his voice.
"She asks me to visit, asks me when I'm coming, each time I get a letter from her." He paused on a breath, a tension coiled right inside his heart.
"Can you?" Miles coaxed.
"I can't," Alistair croaked, barely forming the words. Head tilted back, eyes closed, it was like the words were for the cosmos instead of the man holding him together. "I can't."
#writing#historical fiction#family#supportive boyfriend#Musical Monday#Between His Fingers#bhf#bhf:wip#alistair sheep#miles crawford#arlo sheep#helen sheep#mm 1#radical face#dw excerpt
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jimin started to cry when he said ‘i love you guys’ im really sobbing rn
#when will i have the chance to see them liv#also jungkook trying to comfort him and covering his face#im just hhhh#i love them so much#jimin#text#because txt it's for txt bhfs
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“Face”, Street Art, S-BHf Lichterfelde West, Spray-Athen, Foto: Harald Bulling
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LTO penalizes motorists violating GCQ transportation protocols
#PHnews: LTO penalizes motorists violating GCQ transportation protocols
SAN FERNANDO CITY, La Union – The Land Transportation Office (LTO) conducts random checking in Ilocos Region to ensure that no unauthorized persons are out driving private vehicles and no public utility vehicles (PUV) without special permit plying the roads.
In an interview Tuesday, LTO Ilocos regional director, lawyer Teofilo Guadiz III said this is in line with the implementation of a memorandum circular covering new guidelines relative to the operation of PUVs and private vehicles in areas placed under general community quarantine (GCQ).
Under the new guidelines, he said PUVs like jeepneys cannot ply their routes without the special permit for public transportation operations issued by the Land Transportation Franchising and Regulatory Board (LTFRB).
The LTFRB, in a Facebook post on Monday, announced it is accepting applications for a special permit for public transportation operation in the provinces in the region.
Guadiz said one who is not an authorized person outside residence (APOR), or without an APOR passenger as described in the Bayanihan Act, cannot drive his private vehicle outside his residence.
“If you are not an APOR and you have no quarantine pass, you will be issued a traffic ticket,” he said.
Guadiz cited Section 7 of the memorandum circular stating that drivers not classified as APOR will be considered as driving without valid license.
He said penalties for violations are specified in the same section of the circular, or the guidelines in the enforcement of regulations issued by the Department of Transportation (DOTr) relative to the operation of LTO in the GCQ areas.
Guadiz further said PUVs without the special permit from LTFRB are considered ‘colorum’, those who violate the physical distancing of passengers are deemed overloading of passengers, while non-compliance to the sanitary measures is equivalent to reckless driving.
“We will strictly implement all measures as specified in the Bayanihan Act as we are trying to arrest the spread of the coronavirus disease 2019,” he said.
Meanwhile, Guadiz said the LTO district offices, as well as satellite district offices in BHF Plaza at Mayombo Dagupan City and the CB Mall in Urdaneta City, will resume operation on Wednesday.
He said their offices will handle all types of transactions, such as renewal of driver’s license, application for non-professional driver’s license and student permit, and registration and renewal of vehicle registration, contrary to LTO’s announcement last week that some of their services will not yet resume.
Guadiz also reminded the public that LTO will strictly implement health protocols, such as wearing of face masks and safe physical distancing.
A shoe disinfection area and thermal scanners will be placed at the entrance of their offices, as the security guard on duty will take the temperature of all clients entering the office, he said.
He further said that unlike before the Covid-19 pandemic where an employee was detailed at the LTO customer assistance desk, this time only the security guard will be staying at the entrance door.
This is part of the safety precautions adopted by LTO based on the Bayanihan Act.
“We will be very careful that not even one of the employees should get infected with the virus. Otherwise, the whole office will be shut down and all the staff will be placed under quarantine. The whole operation of the LTO district office will be jeopardized,” Guadiz said.
Office hours are from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m., however, they will set a cut-off for transactions at 4 p.m.
“We cannot afford overtime work now because of the transportation problem. We do not want our employees to go home late,” he added.
As in other government agencies, LTO offices will only attend to 50 percent of the usual daily transactions, with about 15 clients inside at a time. The rest will be given queuing numbers and will wait for their turn outside the LTO building. (PNA)
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References:
* Philippine News Agency. "LTO penalizes motorists violating GCQ transportation protocols." Philippine News Agency. https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1103333 (accessed May 20, 2020 at 04:40AM UTC+14).
* Philippine News Agency. "LTO penalizes motorists violating GCQ transportation protocols." Archive Today. https://archive.ph/?run=1&url=https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1103333 (archived).
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"Hey, did you see the new Scream movie?!" "Yeah! I loved the twist where the cheerleader who died first ended up being Ghostface the whole time!"
#HAPPY HALLOWEEN BITCHES#Cheerleader Ghostface because why tf not?#BHF cosplay#BHF face#Ghostface cosplay#MWAH#I love and miss you all
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Withings raises $60 million to bridge the gap between consumer tech and healthcare providers
Since being re-acquired from Nokia in 2018 by a group including its original founders and some of its original investors, health tech company Withings has been focused on evolving their offering of consumer health hardware to provide medical-grade data that can be shared with, and leveraged by healthcare professionals to deliver better, more personalized care. The company has now raised another $60 million to continue pursuing that goal, a Series B funding round co-led by Glide Healthcare, along with existing Withings investors IDinvest Partners, Bpfrance and BNP Paribas Développement, ODDO BHF and Adelle Capital.
Withings will use the funds to ramp up its MED PRO division, a part of the business formed last year that focuses on the company’s B2B efforts, placing its medical-grade consumer health devices in programs and deployments managed by medical professionals, health institutions, insurance payers, researchers and more.
In an interview, Withings CEO Mathieu Letombe explained that following the re-acquisition of the company, the team set out to “pivot slightly” in regards: First, the company would only focus on medical grade products and services from here on out, something that Letombe said was done at least in part because of how crowded the general ‘wellness’ tech category has become, and in part because players like Apple had really, in their view, made the most of that category with their Apple Watch and other health features.
The second was to shift on their business side to better address the B2B market – primarily due to inbound requests to do so.
“We were getting a lot of requests from the healthcare industry,” Letombe told me. “And by the healthcare industry I mean major healthcare programs, like the diabetes prevention program, the hypertension program. Also hospitals, insurers and Pharma, so we decided to dig into it and we saw the there was a huge demand for medical connected devices from this world.”
According to Letombe, Withings was well-positioned to address this need, and had an advantage over other traditional medical device suppliers for enterprise and industry. The company’s DNA was in building accurate, user-friendly devices to help them keep an eye on their wellbeing at home, and so they put their focus on evolving those products so that the results they provide pass the standards of governing medical device regulatory bodies around the world.
Withings’ special advantage in this pursuit was that it knew very well how to build products that customers want to use, and have opted to pay out of pocket for in the past. Most medical equipment for at-home monitoring that comes from a payer or a healthcare institution hasn’t had to face the challenges and focusing rigor of the consumer technology market, and it’s foisted upon users, not selected by them from a field of choices. Letombe says that this consumer edge is what has helped Withings with its B2B business, and notes that both sides of the market will continue to be of equal importance to the company going forward.
The company had been turning its attention to building out a suite of products, from smart blood pressure monitors, to scales that measure body fat percentage, to contactless thermometers and much more, long before there was any hint of the current COVID-19 pandemic, obviously. But that demand from the healthcare industry has stepped up considerably in the wake of the coronavirus, which has accelerated plans from insurers, care providers and healthcare pros to develop and deploy remote care capabilities and services.
“We also got a ton of requests from a company that wanted to create back-to-work packages, were there was a thermometer or a scale or blood pressure monitor for them to help the employee understand if they are at risk for COVID,” Letombe said, noting that the B2B opportunities the company has seen extend beyond the healthcare industry itself.
Image Credits: Withings
To assist with its new medical B2B focus, Withings has also formed a Medical Advisory Board, which Letombe says they’ve actually been working with for a year but that they’re only announcing publicly alongside this funding. The board includes Mayo Clinic Platform President Dr. John Halamka, former head of Clinical Pharmacology in Hôpital Européen Georges Pompidou Dr. Stéphane Laurent, and former head of Clinical Innovation at Pfizer Craig Lipset – top medical professionals across respected institutions and one of the largest therapeutics companies in the world.
Letombe notes that Withings also has a number of medical physicians and professionals on staff, as well as a psychologist and a physicist, and so they’re involved in building the products themselves throughout their design and creation, rather than just validating their results after the fact.
Withings would seem to be in a great position to address not only the growing need for connected medical monitoring tools, but also to understand exactly what makes those products work for consumers, and become something they actively want to use as part of their lifestyle. This new $60 million round is a vote of confidence in that strategy, and in its ability to become something bigger and still more ambitious.
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On one hand, I hate cold callers...
On the other, I just had someone from BHF knock the door to tell me about something and ask for money but after introducing herself the first thing she said was “I have to ask because you look so young but we’re not allowed to have donations from anyone under 18 w/o parental permission so can you confirm that?”
The look on her face when I told her I was 28 was amazing.
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WIP Intro: Between His Fingers
➤ Title: Between His Fingers
➤ Genre: Historical Fiction, Murder Mystery, Romance
➤ Tense: Close Third Person
➤ Status: First Draft/Planning
➤ Setting: Port Cassandra, Northern Coastal California, USA//late 1940′s
➤ Rating: 18+ for sexual content, violence, and just some heavy-ass content.
➤ Themes: personal struggle & growth, PTSD/mental illness, internalized homophobia, institutionalized homophobia, toxic masculinity, flawed/ineffective government/police, police accountability, familial relationships, gay male romance, secret relationship, murder mystery.
➤ Featuring: secrets & mysteries - old city - underfunded police force - different kinds of romantic relationships - The Ocean & The Forest - car troubles - men being stupid - Angst(tm) - Passion - drunken nonsense - Everybody Smokes(except Miles) - And Swearing
➤ One Line: Two cops in late 40′s coastal California try to solve crimes while also being secretly super gay for each other.
➤ Summary:
With state of his knee, damaged in the war and making it impossible for him to pursue anybody or anything on foot, Alistair James Sheep is lucky to be an officer with the Port Cassandra Police Department in the first place, never mind the anxious state of mind he keeps tucked under the rug. He is unlucky to be divorced, a fairly uncommon status in the late 1940′s. The matter of luck is a bit more complicated when it comes to the forbidden relationship he somehow managed to slip into with Miles Crawford, his very male crime-solving partner of almost two years.
The modest city of Port Cassandra had not been the most squeaky-clean, crime-free place since Alistair had lived there, but a sudden spike of murders and arson cases has the city on its toes. It wouldn’t be that much of a problem, if it wasn’t for the department’s outdated and old resources, lack of organization, and dismissive and ineffective Captain. If that wasn’t enough, some of Miles and Alistair’s fellow officers seem to be more interested in causing more problems than solving them.
➤ Characters:
Alistair Sheep(pov), 28, male(he/him);
reserved & sharp-tongued, anxious & paranoid, mechanically inclined, introverted, detail-oriented, always the driver, great shot, bad at emotions and sharing.
5′10″, white man with a build on the narrower side of things, lean, very dark brown, wavy hair and a short, full beard, modest, blunt eyebrows, brown eyes, sharp/pronounced jawline, subtly bumpy nose with a slight curve to the left, straight & alert posture/stance, tends to rest his weight to the left, resting asshole face.
Alistair arrived home before the war ended, in 1944, due to the injuries that left him with a permanent limp and an inability to run effectively. He doesn’t (refuses to) use a cane most of the time now, but most likely will have to give in as he gets older. He and his then-wife and childhood friend, Emily, moved to Port Cassandra in very early ‘46 in a last-ditch effort to save their crumbling marriage, which obviously failed. With the issue of his mobility, he joined Port Cassandra’s Police Department under the condition that he would always have another Officer, capable of running, with him when he was on duty outside of the Station.
Miles Crawford, 24, male(he/him);
gentle & compassionate, capable & confident, prone to singing, whistling and humming, a big picture man, the runner of the pair, can be too willing to forgive and lacks skepticism.
5′8″, white man with a sturdy, thick build, bit of a belly, wide through the shoulders, short, curly brown hair, clean-shaven, wide-set dark brown eyes, slightly freckled, round face, thick, tapered eyebrows, small ears, nose small & rather rounded, standing stature usually squared but relaxed through the shoulders, expression open and relaxed on average, smiles often.
Miles grew up in Port Cassandra, in one of the cabins in the woods by the beach on the outskirts of Port Cassandra. He never knew his mother, and his father was neglectful, at best, physically abusive, at worst. He left home at 15 and spent the rest of his childhood living with the PCPD’s second-in-command, Joseph Sawtelle, and his family. He joined the city’s Police Department as soon as he was able, and Sawtelle acted as his mentor throughout the first few years of his service.
➤ Links:
Port Cassandra Location Intro
Valentine’s Day Special Playlist & Excerpt
Excerpt - Startled
FFF: The Move
Character Aesthetic - Alistair Sheep
Character Aesthetic - Tobias Rigby
Character Aesthetic - Daniel Morrin
Character Aesthetic - Alistair Sheep - by Farrradays
Art & Playlist - Alistair Sheep - by cr0wfood
Worst Tag Game Intro - Alistair Sheep
Miles Crawford Character Intro
Alistair Sheep Character Intro
Excerpt, Cont. Character List, and Taglist below the cut!
Content Warnings: Sexual content, physical violence, gun & weapon violence, police violence (mostly cop on cop), unhealthy coping mechanisms re: abuse of cigarettes and alcohol, avoidance, repression. Homophobic language & violence. Abuse re: neglect, physical abuse, bad dads in general. Also war imagery & mentions. Murder, blood, and gore, of course. Fire, as well.
➤ Excerpt:
Alistair rotated the wheel and pulled into the thin dirt driveway to the left of the shack of a house they had been called to. The house appeared to sink into the forest that surrounded it, the look of it was so raw, wooden, and narrow. It looked like it belonged there, except for the glaring lights in the windows that cut through the twilight gloom.
It would almost be a peaceful sight, worthy of a postcard, if there weren't first responders hanging out on the front porch. An ambulance in the driveway. And now, the police cruiser he sat behind the wheel of. In the passenger seat, Officer Crawford, Miles, was looking at him again. Alistair straightened his back and cleared his throat.
"What?"
"Nothing. You just, you know, you looked like you had something on your mind."
"I assure you nothing is ever on my mind," Alistair said without thinking, and scowled when Miles immediately looked amused.
"Sure. Why don't we head in before they come looking to see whether we've died, too?" He said, tilting his head in the direction of the house.
"That joke is in extremely poor taste, Officer Crawford," Alistair drawled as he cut the engine and popped the car door open.
➤ Cont. Character List:
Emily Castaldi, 28, female(she/her), Alistair’s ex-wife, and childhood friend, with whom he still maintains an awkward and erratic relationship.
perceptive, clever/witty, independent, works as a housekeeper at one of Port Cassandra’s struggling hotels.
Arthur Pimento, old(60′s?), male(he/him), Captain of the Port Cassandra Police Department, he was a very successful, heroic officer as a young man and won’t admit those days are gone.
proud, strict, close-minded, sophisticated, unwilling to admit he’s not as capable as he used to be, married with adult children.
Joseph Sawtelle, mid-40′s, male(he/him), PCPD’s second-in-command, doesn’t feel as if he has as much of a sway over the department as he should.
tired, resigned/reluctant, quiet, bitter, married with two feisty teenage daughters, mentor and parental figure to Miles.
Gentry Sinclair, late 30′s, male(he/him), PCPD Officer, family man who just wants to be friends with everybody.
bright/cheerful, asks a lot of questions, wants to know the people around him well, Ken doll attractive, married with three young children, he will show people pictures of his family and babble about them.
Daniel Morrin, early 30′s, male(he/him), PCPD Officer, cocky with an ego the size of Texas and not above bullying behavior to get things his way.
selfish/self-absorbed, very big and knows it(loves it), takes up way too much space and gets way too close, kind of an asshole all around, picks on everybody(”jokes”), gets along best with Rigby and Sinclair.
Tobias Rigby, late 20′s, male(he/him), PCPD Officer, served in the war and has never been seen with a woman he wasn’t related to.
extremely reserved/quiet, says very little, very blunt and straightforward when he does open his mouth, short/small but can definitely kick your ass, frowny & mysterious.
Conrad Fitzgerald, early to mid-30′s, male(he/him), PCPD Officer, served in the war but was a Prisoner of War for most of it.
a bit erratic, brazen, talks a lot, boxes in his spare time, has been seen by Alistair entering and leaving underground gay bars yet to be raided, charismatic in a relaxed way, married without kids.
Rosemary Fitzgerald, mid 30′s, female(she/her), Conrad’s wife.
like her husband, considered a bit odd, smiles too much and talks too fast, paints skulls, only seen wearing dark colors, stubborn, comes to the Station too much.
➤ Taglist: @livingdeadwriteblr - @cawolters - @agnesfagen - @the-real-rg - @balletshoe-punk - @lie-hart - @phloxxiing - @teacupwriter - @newdivinities - @omgbrekkerkaz - @soul-write - @elisabethrosewrites - @cirianne - @ladywithalamp (ask to be added or removed!)
➤ Tagged: #Between His Fingers, #bhf, #bhf:wip
#mlm romance#romance#murder mystery#historical fiction#wip intro#Between His Fingers#bhf#bhf:wip#my writing#my wips#alistair sheep#miles crawford#emily castaldi#arthur pimento#joseph sawtelle#gentry sinclair#tobias rigby#daniel morrin#conrad fitzgerald#rosemary fitzgerald#wipshelves
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Hey there (: So I have something to get off my chest lol (you will understand why I find this funny in a short amount of time) RE DO THIS
This is a little letter I wrote to an old friend which to be honest is long overdue, hope you enjoy it x
Hey you,
Firstly I would just like to say that I am sorry, I am sorry but (apology void since I said ‘but’) BUT you kinda have to understand and maybe see things from my point of view. Growing up I didn’t notice, I come from a huge family (as you know) and not once did my siblings treat me as the ‘sick kid’
I remember I wore you like a badge of honour as a kid, I learnt everything I could possibly fit into my 10year-old brain and told anyone who would listen “I almooooost died!!!” “Im a freeeeeaking miracle!”
Boy we had some good times didn’t we? Then I grew up.
People staring at my chest cos of my boobs is one thing (and the subject of a completely different letter) but noticing you is completely different. You’re mine. No-one knows what it is like to have you, well at least no one that I have met anyway. I became tired of the curious glances and the constant questions. Especially doing what I have chosen to do for a living.
You are hard to ignore because I think it is kiiiiiiind of obvious that I have had SOME KIND of surgery in the general chest area. Big shouts to the people who think its a botched boob job, just wanna throw it out there that YOU are the real MVP’s
You may (or may not I dunno) be surprised by the amount of DMs I get asking me to tell all or at least offer some kind of explanation as to why there is a massive (is it reeeeeaallly THAT big?) scar in the middle of my chest, why you’re there; the people wanna know. They actually NEED to know.
I used to attempt to cover you with makeup, attempt being the operative word here. In the early days of Instagram I even went as far as to edit you out, which just seems extreme now lol, especially because I had hardly any followers thus no one actually caring about the state of my chest plus I’m incredibly terrible at photoshop.
I hope you can see that even though I waited a while to say it, and it took me almost forever to appreciate you; I got there in the end right?
Its a weird thing because we were cool, then I learnt to hate and be ashamed of you and THEN I had to learn to accept you all over again. I bet you can guess which one was harder.
I don’t think I want to dedicate this letter to people who have a disfigurement because I am not entirely sure thats what you are. I don’t know what you are, I mean I know that you’re beautiful (in your own non-symmetrical, impossible to ignore kinda way) you’re a daily reminder of how strong I am, of just how much I have done and am still yet to do. I look at you sometimes, especially on those days when I am not feeling 100% and I really do think I am lucky to have you. We have the literal reason; without you I would be a goner but more than that I guess you are a mark of honour as such.
That is why I decided to work with the British Heart Foundation, I know that I am not ready to tell everyone everything about you just yet, but sitting in front of a room full of women (and my brother & Albi, big up you two for being the only guys there) and explaining to them that heart disease doesn’t just effect the balding white man who eats too much bacon and wears short sleeved shirts (no offence guys!) well, it made me realise that maybe you aren’t something to be ashamed of. I know this is a bit late and probably long over due but I FINALLY accept you and daaaaaare I say it? I might love you just a bit (:
Yinka x
A few photos of the Mind, Body, Soul event with The BHF, this was the first time I have ever spoken about my heart condition in public eeek
I’m smiling but I can’t see for all the hair in my face tbh
“Then I threw up” was probably what I was saying
Albinist and a bit of Kola’s hand (:
NEW POST: A letter to my scar Hey there (: So I have something to get off my chest lol (you will understand why I find this funny in a short amount of time) RE DO THIS…
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