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#Decompression
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Hey sharky friends! 😊🦈
I bought this for myself recently, to keep my hands busy at work so I'll leave my nails alone, and I absolutely love it!! 💙🩶
It's technically supposed to be a decompression toy for those who have ADHD or Autism. I've got a friend who is ADHD and has a slug version and it really helps them. I've linked it below for anyone who may be interested in it!! 😊💙
Stay sharky!!🦈🩶
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all-caps-ghost · 4 months
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i had a random panic attack this morning (i’m fine now!), and i think it’s my body’s way of telling me to slow down since i’ve been burning the candle at both ends for far too long now.
any tips for how to emotionally or physically decompress during stressful periods at work/life/etc? obviously long periods of high stress is something you deal with frequently in your line of work!
GLAD THE PANIC ATTACK WAS BRIEF. SOUNDS LIKE YOU KNOW HOW TO DE-ESCALATE & RECOVER. GOOD FOR YOU.
BURNING THE CANDLE AT BOTH ENDS IS COMMON IN MY PROFESSION. EASY TO DO, NOT AS EASY TO PULL BACK WITHOUT QUITTING ENTIRELY. MOST SOLDIERS ARE EITHER SWITCHED ON OR SWITCHED OFF. THERE'S NOT MUCH IN BETWEEN
I DECOMPRESS BY GOING FOR A RUN OR HIKE, OR HAVE SEX WITH SOMEONE I TRUST
I'VE FOUND THAT OVER-SLEEPING DOESN'T DO ME NEAR AS MUCH GOOD AS I ALWAYS HOPE. I WAKE UP WITH A HEADACHE & HAVING LOST HALF A DAY OR MORE
I HELP OTHERS, STAY BUSY, STEP OUT FOR SOME FRESH AIR (OR SMOKE), HAVE SOME INTIMATE TIME WITH SOMEONE I CARE ABOUT
A LOT OF PEOPLE SAY THEY WANT TO 'DECOMPRESS' BUT WHAT THEY REALLY NEED IS A RELEASE VALVE FOR EXCESS PRESSURE
LET ME EXPLAIN:
A TIRE IS ONLY FUNCTIONAL WHEN IT HAS A CERTAIN NUMBER OF ATMOSPHERES IN IT--ADEQUATE PRESSURE. OVERFILLING CAUSES THE TIRE TO WEAR OUT TOO QUICKLY & EVENTUALLY BURST. TOO LITTLE PRESSURE DOES THE SAME.
THERE'S A RANGE OF PRESSURE IN WHICH YOU CAN FUNCTION BEAUTIFULLY (IT'S A FAIRLY WIDE RANGE). PAYING CLOSE ATTENTION TO WHAT WEARS YOU OUT WILL HELP YOU FIND THIS.
AND GUESS WHAT? IF YOU BURST, YOU CAN PATCH YOURSELF UP. WE'RE ALL MOSAICS OF PATCHES. SOME JUST MAKE A BETTER SHOW OF HIDING IT.
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hivernal-stims · 1 month
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petterwass · 11 months
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likecopperlikesalt · 9 months
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Under the Sea: Vampire Decompression? Or how deep can a vampire go?
So @translouisdpdl asked if decompression kills vampires.
TL;DNR: It either kills them or would make them wish they were dead. A submarine implosion at the right depth would probably kill them.
All the accounts of diving limits and submarine limits talk about the effect of air and gas mixtures on humans kicking in well before any pressure limits. The best I can guess is that since Anne Rice vampires don't breathe air, they can go deeper in the ocean and higher in altitude than humans. But they might not want to. Really might not want to. Humans internal pressure is adapted to the pressure on the surface of the earth. We might assume the vampire internal pressure since they mimick humans, is similar. Or not. Too far off, and vampires would look noticeably different than humans. Or *mystical handwaving Atlantis replimoids*
The best approximations are "How exactly does Armand get pirate booty for Night Island from shipwrecks and which ones?" and "What did Maharet and Mekhare do when they were tossed into the ocean?
We never know how exactly Armand gets to recover shipwreck treasures. How deep? What kind of submersible? Does he do it himself or get humans to do it?
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I'm guessing the sensible vampires listened to Maharet and Mekhare and nobody's free walked the Mariana Trench yet. It is unclear how deep Maharet's coffin went before the lid lifted out. Mekhare doesn't say how deep she sunk or how she escaped.
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This is what an implosion might look like as the outside pressure becomes greater than the internal pressure inside:
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This is a description of what happens when a submarine gets crushed (video and transcript):
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(transcript from video): (bolded italic for possible vampire issues)
 Body parts and fuel oil are among the  debris that rises to the top. Very chilling..., the internal pressure will  rapidly climb from 14.7 to nearly 875 PSI.  It would feel like being inside the cylinder  of a diesel engine just as the compression  stroke begins [ note: something like 1200-3800 degrees Farhenheit, so hotter than Venus not as hot as the surface of the sun] in the areas of the submarine  where large volumes of air are trapped. Everything combustible would go up in flames  until a massive wall of water crashed down and  put an end to the blaze. Anybody unlucky enough  to be still alive would be severely hurt by the  water's impact and wouldn't have time to suffer  the effects of oxygen poisoning or anything else. Human tissues are mostly fluid-filled, making  them difficult to compress. An individual's  lungs and sinuses would be crushed instantly,  and the tremendous shock would knock them out.  Even more dangerous would be the sudden  onslaught of water from the ocean,  the vessel's bulkheads and decks,  as well as the weight and speed  with which various pieces of machinery  and engines would hurl towards the crew.
Now vampire parts can come back together (hence Mael's head being restuck to his body and being healed with Marius' vampire blood) but how small can these parts be? We also know old vampires can withstand fire and the light of the sun and survive but how much fire and heat can they take?
Imagine being Mekhare, surviving the equivalent of an implosion, (with or without heat) reconstituting, getting to South America and only showing up thousands of years later for revenge.
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mariashades · 11 months
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Through a glass darkly, chapter 2
An Unusual Family AU  Ao3 link here Tissues warning 
“Is she still…?” 
“Y-yes.” Brains reached up to adjust his glasses, sadly looking at the portable drive plugged into the main server hidden deep under Tracy Island. 
Jeff wordlessly rested his hand on his old friend’s shoulder and watched the data and diagrams scrolling over the projection hovering before them. He’d initially doubted EOS’ personhood when he’d first been introduced to her, but now there was absolutely no question about it. 
They lost John three days ago- a sudden explosive decompression on Thunderbird Five that blew out the floor of an entire section of the gravity ring. It left the station heavily damaged and dead in space, tumbling in a glittering shroud of frozen atmosphere and debris. Jeff forced himself to not think about the security camera footage he’d watched. John… John had been asleep when it happened. 
He hadn’t had a chance. 
He and Kyrano had taken Thunderbird Three up as soon as they realised what had happened, hoping to recover John’s body and salvage what they could from the station. When they’d seen the extent of the damage… it was with heavy hearts that they knew that it’d take a miracle to find whatever was left of him in the vastness of space. There hadn’t been any immediately obvious reasons for why it happened, and Jeff knew he needed more time before he could stomach going back up for another look. But they’d managed to download the computer core and rescue EOS- she’d been in standby mode and hiding away in a protected section of the computer with an independent power source. 
As soon as they’d plugged her drive into the core on the Island and she’d booted up, they’d had to immediately shut down her comms access. ‘John! John! John!’ had been screamed in every language and on every frequency that the AI could access. Bereft of the radio, she’d instead gotten into IR’s satellite network and was devoting all of her processing power to tracking and identifying every fragment of orbital debris, desperate to find her companion and friend. All attempts at communicating with her had been ignored, her focus on her frantic search.
“Lemme know if anything changes.” Jeff gave Brains’ shoulder a gentle squeeze and turned to go back into the house. He firmly kept his mind away from the familial links as he poked the buttons on the lift, wanting to get back upstairs. Blocking was probably the only thing about the network that he was good at- when he’d been in the Oort Cloud with the links severed by distance, the presence of so many raw wounds had been physically painful so he’d learned how to shove the links out of his conscious awareness. When John had made his marathon reach out to him, it’d been almost too incredible to believe, but the fae had done it. Now, with that wound from the link being severed by death… Jeff shook his head. The twisting of the link to Scott while his human soul had fled had been bad enough, the freshly cut link to John was agony.   
The lift finally came to a stop in the kitchen, late afternoon sun slanting through the windows and painting everything with a golden tint. Jeff stepped out and paused for a moment to listen to the silence that lay over the house. It almost had a physical presence to it, a heaviness that dragged them down and smothered them like a waterlogged blanket. 
Glancing outside told him that Gordon was still swimming laps in the pool, the mer determined to exhaust himself so that he could simply collapse into bed and not dream. Walking upstairs into the lounge, he could faintly hear a muffled thudding coming from the bedroom level- that was Virgil. He’d locked himself in his studio, getting out his rage and pain in music that shook the door in its frame. 
Over at the desk, Penny was talking to someone over the holophone. She looked up, nodded to him and made a discreet ‘I have this’ gesture, not missing a beat in her conversation. Jeff nodded his thanks to her and continued upstairs. “I’ll need to thank her properly,” was his thought as he grasped the hand rail. Penny had been incredible these past few days, stepping up to parry off the near constant barrage from the media and all the organisations they worked with when the panicked screaming from EOS had lit up the networks, followed by the realisation that Thunderbird Five had fallen silent. 
Jeff could swear his feet were getting heavier with every step as he approached John’s room. The door was cracked open, so he took that as permission and stepped inside the darkened bedroom. 
A tigress blinked slowly at him from her position at the foot of John’s bed, Tanusha warning him with her eyes to not disturb Alan- the youngest was curled up against her side and using her as a pillow. A side step and a look told him that Alan was at last peacefully asleep, something that Jeff was so very glad to see. Ever since it happened, the young fae had been waking up with nightmares almost as soon as he dozed off- the echo of the tumult of emotions and the sudden, abrupt shock of the link to John being cut replaying again and again in his unconscious mind. 
Beside the tigress, Scott was curled up on the floor around Hope, both also asleep. Jeff crouched to examine his eldest. “Thank heavens he’s got his girl to keep him here. He and John ar-were.. so close I don’t know how I’d have kept him here without her.” Scott looked like hell. Unshaven and thin-faced, he only ate or drank something when someone literally shoved it into his hand and made him consume it. If he wasn’t reviewing debris charts alongside EOS, he was pouring all his energy into caring for his daughter, and Jeff was pretty convinced that Hope was the only reason why he hadn’t tried to fly off and let the wildness have him. 
“It’s just like when we lost you all over again.” Jeff directed that thought to his long dead love. “Beautiful, I’ll keep doing my best on this side, you take care of our Johnny until we get there.”
He reached out and gently stroked Tanusha’s head, rose and went back into the hallway, shutting the door behind him. 
Kyrano was waiting for him. “Jeff, have you eaten?” he asked gently. 
“No, not yet.” Jeff replied. 
“Come, there is food.” Kyrano took him by the arm and guided him back downstairs. “I have left a plate in Virgil’s studio, and Brains will be up shortly,” he said as they walked. “I will go and bring Penelope and Mrs Tracy down as well.” 
“Thanks, old friend.” Jeff let himself be taken back down to the kitchen and sat at the table. 
“Eat. Even if you do not feel like it, you need your strength.” Indra murmured as she placed a bowl of mango sticky rice and a spoon before him. 
“Thank you.” Jeff managed a slight smile of gratitude for her, then picked up his spoon and slowly ate. Indra had also been a godsend over these dark days. The tiny Indian woman (Tanusha had inherited her mother’s build, but her height had come from Kyrano) had taken it upon herself to keep the household on their feet and functional. The were-tiger was serene and unbothered by even the worst fits of grief-fuelled temper when she forced someone to look after themselves. Even the werewolf had been forced to concede the field when confronted by her steady, unblinking gaze. 
Another bowl and spoon appeared opposite him and Indra guided Penelope in to sit. “Thank you, Indra,” Penny told her, then looked at Jeff. “I’ll go get Gordon after this, he should be exhausted by now.” 
“Thanks Penny.” Jeff managed another mouthful. “The arrangements…?” 
“Almost complete. I have prepared a final statement for the media, the PR office at Tracy Industries have designed public memorial sites for TI properties for people who wish to leave messages and tributes. They will set them up once they have your final sign off,” Penelope reported. “I have the hall booked in Kansas for the private memorial in three days, the security plan is being finalised and the invite list is ready for your review.” 
Jeff nodded slowly. Without a body, all they could do was place a stone next to Lucy’s, but it would help to have a place to go to to grieve. Bidding John farewell at the same place they’d bid farewell to Lucy felt right to them all. “You’re amazing, thank you Penny.” 
“You are welcome, Jeff.” Penny smiled faintly, then applied herself to her food. 
He heard footsteps and looked as Gordon walked towards them, a towel around his waist and water dripping off his hair. He silently put himself next to his fiancée, caught her hand and kissed it, then folded his arms on the table and rested his head atop them, staring at a fixed point on the wall behind Jeff. 
Jeff watched the interaction and felt his heart break again. All the spark had gone out of Gordon and he’d barely uttered more than two or three words at a time. “Hey fish.” He pushed his barely touched bowl across to Gordon. “Feel like eating?” 
Gordon pushed the bowl back, but there was a frown creasing his brow and he sat up, left hand creeping towards his right forearm and rubbing at the skin.
“Please Jeff, let me try.” Indra reappeared, a plate of sashimi in hand. “Kryano says you have a visitor upstairs.” 
“Aw hell,” Jeff grimaced. “It’s Tuathal, isn’t it?” He didn’t wait for the answer, sliding off the chair and using the reflective surface of the automatic kitchen unit to make sure he was at least mostly presentable before ascending the stairs. 
He got to the lounge to find the fae prince curiously inspecting the grand piano but being careful to not touch it. “This is Tracy Island, name yourself,” Jeff announced as he cleared the last step and walked around the conversation pit. 
“I am Tuathal, prince amongst the Lunar tribes. Peace upon your house.” Tuathal replied, bowing slightly at the waist. 
“And peace upon yours.” Jeff also bowed as he completed the greeting. 
“What happened?” Tuathal immediately jumped into things, his concern clear. “I came as soon as I could get away without raising suspicions.” 
“There’s no easy way to say this.” Jeff made himself hold the fae’s eyes and not look away in shame. “John, Tadc, he’s… he’s been killed.” 
“...what…” Tuathal stood very still, shock making his milk-white skin go grey. “What… how… was it that criminal that Q’aumok allied himself to?” 
“We don’t know for sure, but he's at the top of the list.” Jeff could only just keep a lid on his anger. “A part of John’s space station blew out, explosive decompression it’s called, and the way it’s happened it can’t be anything except an assassination…I’m afraid we couldn’t find his body. We still don’t know who did it, but we’re working on it.” 
“Should you find the culprit, will you accept the wergeld or invoke the blood debt?” Tuathal enquired, his face set like stone. “I know my question is callous, but my son is…was… a prince of my people. There are… requirements… that have to be met.” 
“If it was The Hood, blood.” This time Jeff wasn’t as successful in containing his emotions. “If it was someone else, we’ll let you know. There’s going to be a private memorial service in a few days, if you want to attend.” 
“I understand, and I may attend. Please keep me informed of what your investigation finds.” Tuathal shifted to bow again. “I wish comfort for you in your grief, Jefferson Tracy.” With that, he was gone.
Jeff looked at the spot that the fae had occupied, sighed bitterly and turned to sit down heavily on the piano bench seat, resting elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He hadn’t wanted to believe it, but the reality of John being gone was becoming harder and harder to ignore. “I’m gonna have to start making plans soon… plans for Thunderbird Five, if she’s to be salvaged or scrapped… and plans for International Rescue. But that’s later. Right now I have a family to take care of.” 
So caught up in his thoughts, Jeff didn’t notice that someone had been listening to every word of the brief exchange.
Gordon was crouched on the stairs, his head level with the landing and eyes narrowed. He’d managed to escape Indra and Penny by eating a couple of mouthfuls of fish and claiming he needed to go to sleep. They hadn’t believed him, but they also hadn’t challenged him on it.
“Something… something is very, very wrong here.” He smoothed his thumb over the skin he’d scratched almost raw. Squid Sense had screamed at him the instant that Tuathal had entered their territory, sounding an alarm that he’d never experienced before. 
But he just couldn’t put his finger on what was wrong about this situation. 
Yet. 
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Reason to Live #8189
  Just letting myself have time to decompress when I get home. – Guest Submission
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anco-writes · 9 months
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Decompressing
This is technically our official pride post! This story was written by and stars Squiggles, and was themed around self acceptance. It’s difficult to have such wild dreams while still wanting to go through life treated with basic dignity.
As with all my writing, you shouldn’t read it if the thought of a character getting fat is distressing to you, because it happens a lot in my work.
Squiggles, a hacker with a storied past, gets cold feet as she contemplates her new roll as an academic researcher when an old friend shows up and offers her a way out.
This is a canon work btw! If you’re ever interested in asking questions about my setting I’m literally always excited to answer questions :3 asks and dms are welcome
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Decompressing By AnCo Calcen (Squiggles)
Squiggles stood before a full length mirror, huffing and puffing at the sight that came before her. The green dragon had undressed herself, save for a pair of rings, one on each paw. She was feeling a flood of emotions at the plump figure that looked back at her, her full cheeks turning red at the scales. She couldn’t help the way her paws drifted over her figure, rolling over her pot belly or cupping her soft heavy breasts. It had been ages since she was this specific level of fat, and she was marveling at how differently she wore it this time.
“God I can’t believe I’m really letting this happen… Soleil’s gonna kill me…” She turned around, lifting her massive chunky tail with one hand to see her plump ass beneath it, a wiggle of her hips causing the padding of peach to wobble in time with her thighs. They definitely had looked more shapely last time, the muscles beneath visible, but under two layers of compression, her delicate frame looked as if it didn’t contain an ounce of hard muscle for all the softness she bore. 
“Now why would I go and do a thing like that?” A familiar voice came from the opposite end of the room, and Squiggles quickly looked away from the mirror and to the window where the voice had come from. Her paws quickly scrambled, one arm covering her chest while the other just… vaguely padded at her belly, as if she could hide it that way. 
“S-S-S-Soleil!?” Squiggles’ already high pitched voice jumped an octave when she saw her old friend sitting in the frame of her window, staring directly at her with a devilish smile. The rabbit woman was sparsely dressed in a short kimono tied over her middle. Her generous bust looked like it would fall out if she moved too swiftly, but Squiggles knew she had a supernatural knack for avoiding such wardrobe disasters, though the matching shorts that only covered the top ass of her perfect plump ass stretched the limits of imagination that she could stay decent in such a skimpy outfit. The brilliant fiery orange of her fur was easily visible in all the other places that weren’t covered. A long curved sword leaned against her shoulder, though it was its wielder Squiggles found much more intimidating. “What are you doing here?!”
“First you accuse me of plotting your murder, now I’m not even allowed to come say hi to a friend?” The bunny gave a small chuckle, smiling sweetly as she continued watching Squiggles from her perch. “You know that’s not what I mean!” Squiggles gave a pout, slowly pulling her paws away. “I mean, you’ve never been interested in magic summits or anything like that, and you know most of the people here would be really weird about you…” Her voice fell, thinking about the way her peers would react to the half demon woman made her feel dirty for even agreeing to take part in this stupid simposium.
“Well it’s a good thing I’m not here for anybody else but you. Come on, we haven’t seen each other in years. I thought you’d be happier to see me drop in.”
“Of course I’m happy to see you! I just… come on don’t make me say it…” She looked down, her green cheeks turning bright red as her tail coiled around her leg. She waited for a moment, hoping Soleil would take the wheel and point out the obvious, but if she really wasn’t going to, the plump dragon was left with no option but to be blunt. “I’ve been neglecting my training! I’ve gotten so f… fat…” Despite herself, a flutter of excitement and embarrassment ran through her, her tail instinctively squeezing around her leg. 
Soleil Barked out a laugh, slapping her exposed thigh as she finally moved, putting her sword to the side of the window and standing up to enter the room properly. “Oh please, It’s been years since you trained under me, and it was you who was invested in getting strong like me, remember? Besides…” She stopped before Squiggles, the disparity in their heights causing Squiggles to have to crane her neck slightly to look up at the tall shapely rabbit. “Remember when we first met?”
Visions of Soleil stuck in an aqueduct, inflated and massive and needing Squiggles to pull her out ran across her mind, which only made her more flustered as she thought about how easily she got massive. She began to stammer out an objection, but Soleil cut her off, carefully pressing herself to Squiggles’ side, turning her to face both of them in the mirror. Their figures were quite contradicting. Soleil was tall, a good couple of feet taller than Squiggles, not to mention shapely and curvy. Her thighs didn’t jiggle like Squiggles’ did, her small pouch of a belly looked almost tactical compared to the doughy mass at Squiggles’ middle. Of course, Squiggles couldn’t help noticing that Soleil’s chest was larger than her own, which got her thinking about Soleil’s chest being pressed to her own which made the unfortunately aroused dragon cover her plump face in shame. 
“You can be a competent fighter at any size, as long as that’s what you’re interested in. You’ve seen me fight at ten times your current size, so why would I care that my friend has gotten a little tubby? Besides, how often are you even getting into fist fights these days? Unless the brawling at the College buffets is as legendary as I hear~” She gave Squiggles’ plump belly a soft wobble with her enormous orange paw, causing the dragon to let out a strange confused whimper.
“Well, i mean, yes, that’s true, you certainly can, I mean, no it’s, I’m not fist fighting people at the buffet! I just don’t want you to feel like all that training was for nothing if I’m just gonna let myself get all soft and huge.” She kept looking between herself and Soleil, noting all the disparity in their figures.
“Seriously Squiggles? You need to take some responsibility for your own feelings. It doesn’t matter how I feel about your training, it’s not like I had anything better to do at the time, and I got a wonderful friendship with a charming little dragon out of it, not to mention a connection with the budding computer genius.” Soleil moved around behind Squiggles this time, cupping her soft belly in both paws, the massive hands of the sword master nearly covering up the entire soft dough ball. “You need to decide if this new life of research and gluttony is for you. If it’s not, you can go back out that window with me, we’ll hit up the dojo, and help you start working this off. We could even go on another adventure if that’s really what you wanted.”
Squiggles felt her heart sink at the mention of leaving her work behind, and doubly so at the idea of all the hard work she’d have to do to lose all the weight she’d gained. “There’s an awful lot to work off, I don’t think I could do it…” 
“Please, this little thing? Give me a week.” Squiggles was already about to offer an explanation for her words, but Soleil kept talking. “But we’re not talking about this little thing are we? Sorry, I know you’ve got to take those rings off to let them recharge.” She released her friend, standing back with her arms folded beneath her chest. “Go on, that’s what you were about to do before I interrupted, right?”
Squiggles felt that same electric feeling of confusion and arousal run through her, doubled in its intensity as she contemplated the ramifications of removing those rings in front of Soleil. Her fingers began to wiggle uncomfortably as she looked down at them, breath reduced to a ragged pant as she tried to squirm her way out of it. “I, w-well I did still want to talk to you, but, I really would rather do it with the rings on, and-”
“Alright! You’re the same as ever Squiggles, don’t change. Fine, you know those millions of favors you’ve managed to owe me? I’m cashing in now, take the rings off. In front of me, or I’ll take them off myself.” That same devious grin returned, and Squiggles felt her tail swishing back and forth behind her as she shivered in anticipation. 
“Oh… but… w-well, alright, fine, you win… just… It really is a lot…” Squiggles gulped, taking a step towards the center of the room before she suddenly felt Soleil’s paw on the small of her back.
“Do it in front of the mirror, you like watching it, don’t you?” The command was firm but made Squiggles squirm about as she stared at herself once more. She did this every night, but what she hadn’t exactly admitted to herself or anyone else was that she relished in the sight of her body unfurling every night. 
She couldn’t find the words to respond to Soleil with, so instead she just focused on herself in the mirror, and slowly reached her left hand over to her right, grasping the ring at the base of her ring finger. After a moment of hesitation, she began to wiggle it forward. Her finger visibly fattened as it began to come loose, a failsafe designed to help push the ring off when it was being removed  so that it wouldn’t end up getting stuck and breaking. With one final, gentle tug, it came loose, and its magical enchantment over Squiggles’ body vanished. Across her entire body, her weight fell forward, her small plump belly cascading out into a grand gut that slapped into her thighs, which thickened up in tandem, forcing her to widen her stance. She grew ever so slightly taller as well, a combination of her normal height being returned as well as just her paws growing fatter. She’d been on the upper end of chubby before, but she shot up to a grand display of obesity. Her plump paws shakily grabbed the folds of her belly, giving it a heft as she continued to watch herself grow in the mirror, her expanding sides quickly eclipsing Soleil who stood behind her, even if the towering bunny’s chest remained visible over her shoulder. 
It slowly came to a halt, Squiggles standing stock still as she breathed in and out, and the silence of that moment was pierced by a wolf whistle delivered by a rabbit. “God damn girl! You really know how to carry that weight. I can even kinda sorta see some muscles now that you’re not hiding it all away.” The decompressing dragon gave a strangled gasp at the compliment, her chubby cheeks turning to a smile as her tail continued to swish behind her. Soleil sank her paw into Squiggles’ bicep, squishing it to feel at the muscle beneath, tracing along it to end up at her left hand, taking the ring out of the pudgy paw that clasped it. “These rings sure are impressive… Well?”
“W… well what?” Squiggles gasped out, looking up from herself in the mirror to Soleil. The rabbit proceeded to kneel down, her muzzle gently resting on the top shelf of Squiggles’ belly as she smiled sweetly, her paws gently kneading the half decompressed gut beneath her. “You’ve still got one ring on, don’t you? Or do you have more? Are you secretly absolutely massive and you’ve got like 10 more hidden away?”
The combination of Soleil kneading her belly and accusing her of secretly being a multi ton blob had the dragon gasping and moaning, her paws shakily going to meet once more. “N-No, I really only have just the two…”
“For now.”
“F… for now…” She admitted, slowly slipping the second off as she began to blimp up in earnest. Wearing multiple compression rings resulted in diminishing returns, meaning her second round of growth was far more explosive this time. Soleil stayed firmly rooted in front of her, shifting her stance so that she was holding Squiggles’ belly. As a result, rather than just letting her gut flood out in front of her, she suddenly felt like she was pressed to a wall, and as her body inflated with the fat it had hidden away, she was forced to take awkward waddling steps backward. Her belly would have quickly fallen straight past her thighs to the floor if Soleil weren’t holding it up, and the strange sensation caused her to feel like she was falling backwards as her swelling breasts were also forced further up into her vision by her belly being held aloft. She almost couldn’t see past them to look at herself growing in the mirror, a thought that only got her more excited as her cheeks continued to encroach on her vision. 
“Let it all out big dragon! Look at you, you must have worked really hard to get this huge!” Soleil’s words of encouragement made Squiggles dizzy, the fat dragon moaning out in pleasure as she continued to grow, the tidal wave of her gut continuing to envelop the swordmaster rabbit. Any normal person would have been flattened under the barrage of scaled blubber being unleashed upon them, but as Soleil said, she was used to handling heft. 
In no time at all, even with Soleil’s assistance in holding her belly up, Squiggles found herself being overwhelmed by the forces of growth and her own arousal, and she was forced to fall backwards, her enormous couch smothering ass slamming onto the ground as she let out a startled yelp. The sudden motion of her belly falling backwards pulled Soleil to her feet as she continued to hug the enormous gut. Soleil looked invigorated, and to Squiggles’ muffled surprise, at some point during her growth, the orange rabbit had shed her own clothing, her soft warrior’s physique laying against her bloated body. Due to the extreme difference in their height, Soleil was nearly face to face with Squiggles after falling forward onto the dragon, their plush chests pressed against one another which had Squiggles huffing and panting, something that Soleil definitely took note of.
“Wow, would you look at that, you even managed to outgrow me there~ I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, you’re the size of a whale, how much do you weigh? It’s got to be over a ton. Do you have a goal in mind? Shooting for two? Ten? I bet you can do it if you put your mind to it, you wouldn’t struggle to find a whole hoard of ‘kobolds’ to feed this titanic gut of yours.” Soleil blabbered on about how pleased she was with Squiggles’ growth, and the fat dragon couldn’t find the energy to respond. It was the most exciting thing she’d ever done, decompressing in front of someone like that, a personal night time ritual suddenly embraced and brought to the light of day. It was no longer something she could pretend didn’t happen.
“Come on Squigs, as much as we’d both love the sight of you spilling out over the floor, you’re not quite big enough to abandon the idea of hauling your tubby tail back to bed.” Soleil gave Squiggles a kiss on the cheek, standing upright and once again towering over the little dragon, doubly so now that she had fallen onto her ass.
“I… I guess I do need a little assistance, I don’t usually fall over like that.” She looked away at that last comment, pouting slightly at the fact that she’d been thrown over like that. She had a hard enough time accepting how she’d changed over the last year, the last person she wanted to be seen as an unwieldy blob by was Soleil, and yet the cruel bunny had bullied her and knocked her over. “If you could just grab my, N-NOT THERE, AH!” 
Squiggles began to flail her stubby arms about as Soleil leaned down behind her, slapped her paws onto the buttery surface of her enormous thighs, and lifted her up into the air all in one clean motion. She knew Soleil was supernaturally strong, but it never failed to surprise her when the rabbit would display her strength so casually. Much like her compression, it was normally something Soleil kept close to her chest. “Now now, no need to get all huffy just because I knocked you down with your cascading belly, I’m sure you’d have loved it a lot more if it’d floored me. You’re gonna have to work a lot harder if you wanna be more than I can handle, honestly, you’re barely all that tubby~” She nuzzled her cheek against Squiggles, bouncing the roly poly dragon about which sent massive ripples through her jiggly frame.
Squiggles wasn’t reacting to the sudden manhandling the way she wanted to. She wanted to get upset, or complain, but it just felt so… perfect and right. The perfect combination of being enormous and taking up so much space, while feeling small compared to her partner. Not that Soleil was her partner or anything, they were just good friends! Right? She whimpered as she slowly began to nuzzle back against Soleil, accepting her fate as she was marched back over to her enormous luxury bed before being dropped onto its surface, her belly rolling out past her legs as Soleil got to work making her comfortable, propping her up with a multitude of pillows so that she could retain some dignity as they spoke. Once Soleil sat back down on the bed, smiling like the sun at her as she continued to shift her cagey glances elsewhere, she finally broke down and met Soleil’s gaze, reiterating her question from earlier. “Really, what are you doing here? Not that this hasn’t been… more fun than I’d care to admit, but really, how’d you even know about this?” “Oh, that’s another easy one. Sirj asked me to check on you.” She layed out on her side on the bed, gently kneading at Squiggles’ belly.
 “Sirj!?” The pink maned box suddenly sprang to the front of Squiggles mind, wondering why the hell her friend and research associate would send her former martial arts instructor to sneak into her room. “What’s going through that air headed villain’s brain?” The two had a close friendship, especially these days, with Sirj championing Squiggles’ appointment to a head research position. Many looked down on the uncultured Dragon with no formal training, but Sirj put such foolish notions aside and praised her for her unmatched talent in the area of light magic and applied magitech, and made sure everyone knew how much of a savant she was.
“Be nice to the big box. It told me they were worried about you.” Squiggles felt her large ears pin back slightly at the reprimand, suddenly feeling bad for lashing out at Sirj. “It was their idea to get you fast tracked to this research job, and they said they were worried you weren’t actually happy with it. So, long story short, they give me orders to kidnap you. If you needed an out, nobody would fault you for suddenly disappearing from an abduction.” Soleil dropped that bomb on Squiggles so casually that the dragon didn’t quite know how to respond, especially when the rabbit took that time to add a little teasing. “Though they’d certainly be surprised how I took off with a butterball like you~” She wiggled slightly as she said that, jiggling Squiggles belly with her paws.
“S-Soleil! That tickles, w-we’re trying to have a serious conversation!” She whined and squirmed, and Soleil quickly relented, sensing the first hint of a genuine show of disapproval to her antics since she’d shown up. “I… I can’t believe they’d do that for me. I mean, it’s not true though!” She suddenly leaned forward, her puffy paws held up above her chest. “I’ve been so excited about this research position! I’m gonna get to have my own custom lab that I can kit out with all my own accessories and gadgets, it’ll be my own private machine heaven! I’ll be able to spend all day watching my surveillance network, I wouldn’t have to interact with anybody I didn’t want to directly cause I could just make them talk to a screen, and… and well I could keep eating and… and get as big as I wanted…”
Soleil sighed dreamily, now resting her cheek on Squiggles’ belly as she proceeded to pet her gently. “Out of all the benefits, you didn’t mention anything about actually researching. You’re not interested in discovering more fundamental truths about the workings of magic and machines, are you?”
Squiggles couldn’t help but deflate slightly, her paws resting on her bloated sides as she looked away once more. “Well.. well yeah but… I mean, if that’s what I have to do to be able to live how I want… We all have to make sacrifices for our dreams, don’t we?” For the first time that night, Squiggles seemed genuinely sad, her paws running over one another as if she were looking for the compression rings to hide her shame back away once more. “I loved going on adventures with you, and I had a lot of fun, but I… I like being like this, all soft and protected, not having to fight constantly…”
“So find a different way. You like looking like this, not like you do when you’re compressed. You’d rather be waddling around here having people swoon over your body than being forced to constantly prove you belong. There’s nothing wrong with that. You’re not the only person in the world with your powers, with your aspect. Personally, I think it’s pretty ass backwards that they’re putting you in this position because of your aspect while they preach that aspectology is outdated. It’s the kind of hypocrisy I can’t abide.” Soleil reached her large fluffy paws out and grabbed Squiggles’ hands in her own, the bloated hands of the dragon fitting into her unusually large hands perfectly. “It’s up to you of course, if you do run away, they’ll probably never give you a second chance, but Sirj has already given you its blessing. Your work with Sirj has already progressed this realm’s understanding of technology by hundreds of years, you don’t owe it to anybody to stick around to advance it another twenty or thirty.”
“W… Well that’s… But I…” Squiggles stammered, pouting as she squeezed Soleil’s paws. “That’s not fair! You know I hate having to play devil’s advocate… How am I supposed to make the right decision with you whispering in my ear like the demon you are when I don’t even have a little… corporate stooge angel to balance it out.”
Soleil laughed a bit, smiling as she nuzzled against her friend. “That’s the huffy little squiggles I know~ Give Myrturl some credit at least, they’re not a corporation. They’re an independent federation of researchers, I mean they published all your patents to a global scale at no cost to consumers. Sure that means you don’t get any revenue off it, but now the whole world gets to benefit. I can’t argue that it wouldn’t be selfless and for the good of all Denizens for you to continue working here.” Squiggles’ face fell a bit at that, as if she’d already accepted that as Soleil telling her she had to do this. “But! Even if they’re good people who do good work, it’s not like the world will end if you stop. You deserve to follow your dreams, no matter what they look like. They’re not perfect either, and they’re not the only right choice. Maybe you’d be better off working with Hector again, hell I bet that deranged lunatic would hook you up with a much better techno labyrinth.” 
Squiggles blushed a bit as she smiled, paws on her cheeks as she contemplated Soleil’s words deeply, not just jumping to the first conclusion she came across. “I… I want to do a lot. I love the time I spent with you, even though we didn’t make huge discoveries that changed everybody’s lives, we had a lot of fun, and touched a lot of people’s stories. I also love working with Sirj and proving that good things can also come from the slums in these stupid prestigious and hallowed halls. And Hector… well… That was a lot of fun, it was cool having someone who knew exactly what they wanted to do with my powers, but I did kind of feel like a tool… I wish I could find that robot again.”
Soleil gave a shrug, reaching up to gently rub Squiggles’ face. “I’ll keep my eye out for him for you.”
“Thanks… but yeah… more than anything I like… Mff… I like being big and fat and soft and eating too much. I like sitting in my chair with all of this weighing down on me, my paws working the computers and my eyes reading the monitors, the only parts of me that need to move as I suck down nutrient rich smoothies all night long. I like when my compression rings suddenly fail when I’m walking about and suddenly everybody feels like they have to make room for me, I like hiding it all away to prove that I’m actually a badass beneath it all when it comes to that, and I like being so damn big nobody can move me-”
“Nobody but me-”
“Even you!” She hadn’t expected that response from Soleil, or for her own retort to be snapped out so suddenly. “I… I mean it. I want to be big, huge, uncomfortably, awkwardly, unreasonably and unavoidably enormous. It’s all I can think about lately” She bit her lip, burying her flabby face in her paws. “Which is embarrassing! I want to be taken seriously, but I also want to be an unendingly hedonistic dream!” 
Soleil looked a bit taken aback, not expecting such a passionate response to her little boast. It clearly wasn’t something Squiggles said lightly, she knew exactly how much Soleil could carry afterall… “Hey. you took me seriously when I was the size of your house and I killed those shadow hounds. You also took me seriously when you helped me deflate. You saw me when I was immense and immobile but carrying myself with dignity. You didn’t look down on me, in fact you looked up to me. Just because you’re not made out of slime and can’t do everything I could doesn’t mean you can’t do so much more. If you were the size of a house, you’d just hack into that same house and defend yourself with all the tools inside. You can be a big beautiful bloated blimp and a bad bitch Squigs!” 
Once again, Soleil invoked their meeting, and Squiggles felt silly. She’d been nothing, she didn’t know magic, she couldn’t fight, it was no surprise that the larger than life rabbit had inspired her so much. She also supposed the fact that her best friend and role model was known to get huge when she made contact with water was part of the reason she was so obsessed with the idea of getting huge herself. “You… you really mean it? I mean…”
“Of course I mean it. Just because you’ve packed on a ton doesn’t mean I’m any less your friend. I mean honestly, I think you look amazing and I’d love nothing more than to stick around a few nights until you look like this with both of those rings on… but I digress. Not everybody accepts you as you are now, not everybody’s gonna accept you when you outgrow this room.” The way she spoke of it as an inevitability sent shivers down Squiggles’ spine. “You can always count on me, and Sirj, and all your other friends. Sirj can keep banging those rings out for you until your hands look like a queen’s, and if you ever decide your bottomless pit of a stomach is more important than your work, I’ll be there to pick you up, take you someplace nice and secluded, make sure that nobody can pick you up ever again, even me. Whether you’re dragging your tail down the buffet, taking up an entire underground storage facility with your thick rolls of fat, or just looking a little plump as you present your latest findings, you’ll always be you, and you’ll always be able to take things as far as you like.”
Squiggles was smiling sheepishly, her fat tail thumping on the bed behind her as she reached out and hugged Soleil close, her enormous blubber bound arms and bedlike surface sinking the rabbit deeply into her overwhelming softness as they shared that soft embrace in silence for a little while longer. “I… I don’t think I need to be kidnapped tonight. But um, maybe if some dastardly thief snuck in and stole my compression rings…”
Soleil’s antenna-like ears sprang up at the suggestion, a pleased look of shock on her soft features which turned into a demonic grin as she stood up. “You’d have to go up and give that whole speech looking like a fat bloated mess. I guess that’d be better than having them give out on you in the middle of the show, I mean could you imagine, blimping out like you just did in front of hundreds of your peers?” Squiggles began to huff and puff, her hips rocking as Soleil walked away to pick up both rings and tuck them into a small pouch that hung from the sheath of her sword. “By the way, do you have any food in here? I can’t imagine an indolent pile of blubber like you wouldn’t have a midnight snack or ten hidden around here.”
Squiggles continued to whimper in abject pleasure, her jaw hanging open as she tried to look around her rolling sides down to the space beneath her bed. “U-Under there, I um, actually have some of those nutrient rich smoothies, I usually drink one before bed…”  Soleil just nodded, her paws working over her exposed chest as she got into the mood, pulling the box from beneath Squiggles’ bed. She popped it open with a gleefully mouthed “click!” as she looked over the ten travel containers, each one feeling like it was full of lead. “Oh my god Squiggles, how are you still mobile?” She picked one up, feeling a supernatural cold permeate its metal surface as she realized it was being kept cold by magic.
The fat dragon gave a huff, stammering once again as she tried to justify herself. “I only drink one a night, honest!” She was cut off by Soleil sitting down beside her, the bunny’s back against the dragon, her fluffy puff of a tail feathering over Squiggles’ rolling sphere of a gut as she pulled the first thermos out and unscrewed the top. “Seriously, i don’t know if I could even stomach two of those…”
“Oh, so if I were to say, force you to drink all ten of these, you’d be super stuffed in the morning, and you’d have to give your speech while all you could think about was how bloated and full you were?” Squiggles didn’t protest, instead she simply nodded, licking her lips with excitement as the bunny took that as her sign. She lunged forward, the top of the thermos stuffed into Squiggles’ muzzle, its contents falling down her throat as she began to gulp helplessly. It took a minute to drink the whole thing down, and her already titanic leaden ball of a gut suddenly felt that much heavier, a dazed belch leaving the fat green dragon’s muzzle.
“One down, nine to go~” Squiggles didn’t know if she really could drink all of that, but Soleil was diligent and a practiced hand at feeding, she made sure that her friend went to bed with a bloated belly that made the rest of her plump body look small. She’d need help even getting out of bed in the morning, though she certainly didn’t need assistance falling asleep. The fattened dragon groaned, slipping into a deep slumber, unable to keep her mind about her with so much food in her. Soleil rubbed over her handiwork, appreciating the way her soft underbelly rolled and spread about, the blending of fat and solid mass of food within giving her a unique and pleasant texture. 
Soleil gathered up her things, slipping her slight clothing back on and grabbing her sword. She’d swing by Sirj’s dorm and give the rings to it for safekeeping, let them know Squiggles’ answer, and to insist that they make sure somebody would go check on their mutual friend in the morning, preferably someone who had a fondness for fat dragons.
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fatenanwar · 10 months
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agapi-kalyptei · 7 months
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“Where are you now?” I ask. I had spoken with Carli two weeks ago about the market conditions for sparkle ponies, and I was eager to know how she’d fared in the unexpected challenges that defined Burning Man this year.  “LA,” she says, sounding a bit dispirited. “Decompression is usually in Tahoe or Tofino, but everyone was tired, so we just crashed at Eric’s.” Eric is Eric Schmidt, the former CEO of Google and a religious Burner, and Decompression is the variable amount of time after Burning Man (or any other recreational experience in harsh conditions that requires a great deal of substance abuse and deep house music) during which people with unlimited free time and resources continue to abuse substances and somewhat shallower deep house in a private, luxurious environment. 
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lariamconcept · 1 year
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I’m trying to make the most of my trial membership at the gym, but not sure how sustainable this will be for my wallet or my body.⁣ ⁣ ⁣ #dropthepressure⁣ #workouttime⁣ #getinshapeagain⁣ #humpdayvibes⁣ #lapswimming⁣ #decompression⁣ #freeweights⁣ #gymmemberships⁣ #springtraining⁣ #decompressionchamber⁣ #hyperbarictreatment⁣ #digitalnomads https://www.instagram.com/p/CpP0Z_Wur7s/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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skuzz · 1 year
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Work in progress. Adding approaches to basal ganglia cavernomas to this illustration: caudate in blue; putamen in red #brainscience #neurosurgicalatlas #medicaljournal #medicalassistant #medstudentlife #residents #medschool #generalsurgery #spinel #neurocirurgia #resident #learningmedicine #medicalassistantlife #peerreview #spinesurgery #indirect #spinehealth #posturecorrection #decompression #backpain #spinesurgery #surgicalintervention #journalcover #neurologista (at Barrow Neurological Institute) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoFWWJ6r8rm/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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canterai · 1 year
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A me interesserebbero le strategie di decompressione
ecco allora una lista esaustiva ma non definitiva, basata sulla mia esperienza. 🪷 tutte le attività elencate possono essere tanto d'aiuto come peggiorare la situazione se applicate nel modo sbagliato. l'ascolto di sé è sempre il primo passo da fare. molte di queste sono attività che facciamo anche senza pensarci, e per questo può essere molto utile a sera fermarsi a pensare a cosa durante la giornata ci ha giovato, e cosa no.
ascoltare/suonare musica, lasciandosene circondare. andare a un concerto. andare a se tire musica in un locale, a patto che l'ambiente non si riveli più stressante della serenità che ci dà l'evento, e organizzandosi in modo da poter tornare a casa quando si vuole in autonomia
ballare, cantare a squarciagola
andare al cinema, guardare un film o una serie tv, sempre valutandone l'impatto emotivo su di noi
visitare una mostra o un museo
stare a contatto con gli animali
stare a contatto con i bambini
stare con altre persone con la nostra stessa sensibilità
stare con amici cari e con chi si ama
fare l'amore
curare delle piante o un orto, dedicarsi al giardinaggio
passare tempo nella natura, ammirarla
passeggiare, o viaggiare
stare in solitudine e in silenzio, se scelti
yoga!! su yt ci sono video di ogni tipo e durata, così come per la meditazione o anche semplicemente per lo stretching
pregare, se si è religiosi
andare alle terme, farsi fare un massaggio
avere cura del proprio corpo, facendosi una maschera, una doccia, provare un trucco diverso o una nuova pettinatura
giocare! giochi da tavolo, carte, scacchi
leggere, scrivere, tenere un diario, sfogliare riviste o leggere il giornale, fare sudoku, fare un mandala
impiegare le mani e creare qualcosa: dipingere, disegnare, lavorare a maglia, colorare, ma anche cose più impegnative
andare al ristorante, gustare nuovi sapori, cucinare, andare a fare la spesa al mercato rionale invece che al supermercato
farsi una tazza di tè calda e buona
fare sport, a patto che sia di decompressione e non sentito come un dovere o un'imposizione
fare shopping, senza lasciarsi sopraffare da folle e caos, da soli o con una piacevole compagnia
farsi un piccolo regalo
fare ordine, pulire
annusare dei buoni odori, ad esempio la lavanda
imparare qualcosa di nuovo, iscrivendosi a un corso, ascoltando podcast, leggendo riviste, guardando documentari
fare fotografie
fare volontariato
dormire!
e infine, piangere, sfogarsi, gridare. niente di meglio per decomprimere le emozioni 🦊🌛
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hausofvladia · 1 year
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Needed *anything* to decompress from a stressful day + calm the jitters from the nebulizer. Soooo here we are, first time playing Paper Mario from the n64. Better late than never!! 😅
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Rare Disease Day
I’m a little bit late… I have to say I’m a tad bit late to the party. I didn’t know that yesterday 2-28-23 was Rare Disease Day for I spent the day doing therapy, laundry, and washing my hair. It wasn’t until I went on Facebook about five minutes ago and saw a post from a fellow spoonie that I found out. Rare Disease Day is a big deal for me for I am one of few that was born with a rare…
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