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aprilbrowines · 2 years

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Scp Erased Chapter 1: one man's trash another man's tragedy.

Summary: Giovanni's villainous meeting gets a bit of a welcoming surprise.

In the middle of sweet jazz city was an abandoned library, from the outside it appeared to be desolate and hazardous due to budget cuts. But on the inside was quite different for this was no ordinary library but a Lairbrary!

There was a stack of comics and manga on the floor with a small waste bin. An easel pad stood in front of the bookshelf with the title “Super cool villain plan” written on top of it while a foldable table had snacks and refreshment was next to it.

To the untrained eye it would seem to be nothing more than a hangout spot for a bunch of teenagers…and it was.

At what used to be a reading corner was six teenagers sitting on the dusty beanbags, They were dressed casually and were talking about their interests. As they were speaking they turned to see their leader, the boss himself Giovanni potage holding what seemed to be a storage chest of sorts.

“Well my boys.” he proclaims “It seems I've done some late night heisting.” The group ohhh and awed at the chest, “Wait a minute boss.” Darkstar raised his hand “How do you know it’s yours?”

“Isn't it obvious Darkstar?” Spike said “It has the boss’s initials on them.” she pointed at the letters G.P that were on the chest.

“Oh yeah, That makes sense.”

“Now now settle down, you can all ask questions about the treasure chest if you like.” Giovanni said as Ben raised his hand next

“Yes ben?”

“I forgot to eat lunch today.” he said sheepishly

“Ben that’s not a question! And I told you for the tenth time to bring a snack that you and everyone else can have.” Giovanni said to him

“Yeah but my mom cutted my allowance off till I can get my grades up.”

Giovanni rolled his eyes at the excuse, “Does anyone else have an actual question?” In which car crash raised his hand next “Yes?”

“What do you think is in it, boss?

“Gold coins and rare gems, of course.” He answers proudly as he sets the chest down, “And once it’s opened we’ll all share it equally.”

Car crash smiles as he thinks of actually paying off repairs for his family’s pickup truck with the treasure, “Now then crusher if you please.” Giovanni asked his strong chined minion.

With that crusher stood up from his beanbag seat and approached the chest, He rubbed his hands together as he picked up a rock and with all his strength he broke the lock causing it to fall off.

Giovanni grinned with anticipation as he opened the chest to reveal…junk. His face fell as he tilted his head, the rest of his boys crowded around to see the content of the chest. In it was a large-sized pizza box, a small silver hand bell, an ornate antique key, a standard chrome-and-black instant camera, a thin, round disc composed of an undetermined material, a heavily modified Nerf dart gun and some other stuff.

“Uhhh…Boss?” Flamethrower said, rubbing the back of his head “Were you sleep walking when you stole these?”

“Dang it!” Giovanni stomped his feet “I thought I got some sweet loot from my presumed heist, Instead all I got is trash. Who put trash in a treasure chest?!”

As Giovanni stewed in his defeated anger, Ben’s stomach growled as he took out the pizza box from the trunk. Crusher and Car crash went to comfort giovanni.

“Aw cheer up boss, maybe we could loiter outside the convenience store.” Car crash said patting Giovanni’s back in comfort. As he sighs in defeat a savory smell tickles Giovanni's nose making him sniff the air.

“Did someone order pizza?” He asked in confusion

“Not me.” car crash answered

“Me either.” Crusher said too

He smelled around till he spotted Ben munching on a deep dish pepperoni pizza, the crispy crust and gooey cheese made the others lick their lips. “Where’d you get the pizza from?!” Spike asked, reaching for a slice when Ben pulled the box away.

“I don’t know, I was holding the box and this pizza appeared.”

Flamethrower sneaked a slice taking a bite of it, Savoring the tomato sauce and pepperoni his eyes widened. “Woah! This is hot and fresh!”

The rest of the boys tackled Ben for a slice with Giovanni taking the last slice eating it while holding the empty pizza box.

“Ben, have you been holding out on us?” he said, narrowing his eyes at him when he felt the box getting heavier. He turned to see the pizza box holding a supreme pizza inside, which was his favorite.

He takes a slice of supreme pizza and eats it with renewed vigor, “this is no ordinary pizza box…This is a magical pizza box!” he said triumply holding both the box and slice in the air.

“Maybe the other stuff’s magic too.” Darkstar said, looking into the chest to test the other stuff. He picks up the small bell and starts to ring it.

Meanwhile in another part of the city, A couple of young adults were exploring an abandoned building looking for cool stuff. One of them was holding a flashlight looking around when they spotted a strange statue.

It was an odd sculpture to say the least. It was constructed from concrete and rebar with traces of spray paint making a bit of face.

“Uh…guys?” The one holding the flashlight said, “What is it man?” the other answered, coming to see what was going on.

“That’s it? You wanted to show us a sculpture?” the leader said as he turned to face his friend. The moment he did they heard the sound of stone scraping the floor, they looked to see the statue was closer to them.

“D-did someone move the statue?”

“I don’t know!?” Flashlight said moving til they heard the scraping again, “Is someone moving it?!”

They panicked holding the leader close who in returned pushed them off, "You're imagining thing" he said.

“Y-Yeah maybe you're…” As soon as the light left the statue the sound of bones snapping ringed throughout the building with the statue remaining.

#scp erased #crossover #ee giovanni

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hydra348 · 3 years

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What exactly is cupping Therapy, and why should anyone attempt it?

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What exactly is cupping Therapy, and why should anyone attempt it?

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101autoparts · 3 years

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When Was Cupping Therapy Recognized as a Medical Treatment?

Who Isn't a Fine Fit for Cupping Therapy?

The Rivernorth Acupuncture Clinic provided this information in Diamond Bar. On their website, you may discover the same material in a different format or more data.

Olympic competitors utilized cupping in Rio. An ancient method is still used throughout the Middle East and Asia, most notably in China and Korea.

When Was Cupping Therapy Recognized as a Medical Treatment?

The marks were circular and dark purple. They looked to be bruises on the back, shoulders, thighs, and calves. Was it only a rash? What kind of illness is it? We quickly understood it was neither.

Cupping therapy for the back and face is provided at a premium spa. A fresh take on a tried-and-true approach.

Cupping is a 3,000-year-old healing technique that was made lawful in China in the 1950s. On the body, little glass cups or bamboo jars are put.

What Is the Goal of Cupping Therapy?

The practitioner uses the cupping method to offer a massage here. It is achieved by applying oil to the skin before inserting the cup, allowing the cup to glide smoothly over the application zone.

Cupping techniques can be utilized on the back, hips, abdomen, and thighs. After a vigorous cupping massage, the skin will turn red, suggesting that circulation has been restored.

Every medical/therapeutic procedure involves some amount of risk. However, when done correctly, Cupping Therapy is relatively cheap.

I would always recommend that you get expert Cupping or other types of Therapy. The section that follows discusses possible or anticipated adverse effects.

What exactly is cupping Therapy, and why should anyone attempt it?

https://acupuncture.z5.web.core.windows.net/Cupping-Therapy/When-Was-Cupping-Therapy-Recognized-as-a-Medical-Treatment.html

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msbarrows · 3 years

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I have mentioned before that some times I am easily amused.

This week, it’s cooking that keeps leaving me feeling that way - yes, even more so than watching a volcano erupt in real time, or the strenuous but so far largely futile efforts to dislodge one very large ship from a narrow chokehold in global supply routes.

I made a batch of pizzas a couple days ago. I like to make a bunch at once, cook one for that night, and freeze the remainder to cook-from-frozen for future meals; it makes the 2-3 hours of prep work feel worth it, knowing that there’s at least a couple of future meals where I don’t need to do anything more complex than turn the oven on. I found myself thinking a lot, while I chopped and grated and sliced, about how I almost never use a recipe for pizza dough, so it’s rarely the same crust twice. This week I made it with white flour, milk, oil, two eggs, and the tail end of a bottle of Classico pesto sauce, because that sounded like it would be yummy (it was). Sometimes I use butter instead of oil, or water instead of milk, or just one egg, or none. Add cornmeal for a bit of extra crunch, or do half-wheat-half-white so it’s not such a blood sugar hit (plus I like the taste) and on rare occasion, whole wheat. A cousin of mine taught me to use herbs and the juice from a can of pineapple in the crust; he likes to top it with onion and pineapple and a lot of different meats. My sister taught me how to use a peel and a pizza stone, though I’m currently without either, and to use all kinds of weird and wonderful toppings, like thinly sliced Yukon Gold potatoes brushed with olive oil, or home-smoked chicken, or elk sausage from the farmer’s market, and kalamata olives and good mozzarella from a deli instead of supermarket stuff. Mostly I do a fairly standard sliced sweet peppers, sliced green olives, sauted red and/or white onions, cheap No Name mozzarella, and equally cheap mass-produced pepperoni. It still tastes worlds better than commercial frozen pizza, which is what makes it worth the effort.

Yesterday I took a 1.5lb package of ground meat out of the freezer, figuring I’d make meat loaf. Only it was already past noon, and when I checked it a while later, it was still a completely frozen lump. I could have thawed it in the microwave, but I hate doing that for stuff that needs other stuff mixed into it; the defrosting always leaves some parts already partially cooked. So I put it in the fridge, figuring I’d make something else instead and do meatloaf the next day (today).

Only then, of course, I rediscovered a cured cottage roll I’d taken out of the freezer several days prior, and promptly forgotten about, which still needed to be used up. Well, so that works out, I decided - cook the cottage roll now, and make meat loaf tomorrow. I mostly followed the package directions, which had me putting it in a pot, covering it with water, throwing in a coarsely chopped onion, some peeled garlic cloves, and some peppercorns, though I also went ahead and added a couple bay leaves, a rib of celery cut in chunks, and some mustard seed. I served it with buttered boiled potatoes and a vegetable mix of brocolli, cauliflower, and carrots, with whole grain mustard to spread on the meat.

Afterwards I looked at the pot juices, and wondered... throw that out, or soup? A taste test showed it was delicious and not overly salty, so instead of making meat loaf today, I ended up making pea soup. The broth was put through a sieve, then left in the fridge overnight so I could skim off the congealed fat this morning. Then I combined it with dried green split peas, a can of chick peas, thinly sliced celery, finely chopped onion and sweet red pepper, diced leftover cottage roll, diced potatoes, sliced carrots, and some leftover curried lentils from the freezer, which gave the whole pot a cumin-y fragrance. We had it with home cooked bread (bread machines are awesome, though I still love the process of making bread entirely by hand too). I’ll be freezing the remainder for more future meals.

Tomorrow I’ll make that meat loaf (most of which will also end up in the freezer; between my brother and I, a meatloaf is enough for three meals). And then give thought to what to make on the weekend.

#Food #Cooking #Me Myself and I #I like cooking #Most of the time #Also I love having a chest freezer #Which I spent most of my adult life without #Because it makes future meals so easy #With all the purposeful leftovers I can cram into it

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moonwaterart · 5 years

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Here’s a silly little fnaf x reader fic I finished at 3:30AM this morning. I really hope y’all enjoy it.

Pizza Casanova (Chubby!Reader x Rockstar Bonnie)

This was supposed to be an amazing night. You’d just gotten back into the dating scene after years and years of putting it off due to how disastrous your last relationship was. You’d moved cities and just made a small life for yourself after your breakup four years ago and now you wanted to try again. You’d made an account on Tinder and matched with a pretty nice guy named Anthony. Nice on the eyes, dirty blond hair, hazel eyes and a tan from spending his summer on beaches.

You, on the other hand had no tan. You were on the bigger side -a size 18- but that didn’t stop you from wanting to really wow this guy. You two seemed to hit it off. You weren’t looking for a one-night sort of thing, just a casual date. You had both agreed to meet at a fancy restaurant around 5pm on that Thursday and you spent the week figuring out what to wear to impress this guy.

When the day came you got ready early. You found the prettiest dress online and it came relatively quickly and thankfully was just as advertised. It was a nice silky lavender sundress without sleeves and a fake diamond and silver clasped belt around the waist. Not to mention, it had pockets. You absolutely loved it and it matched so well with the white high heels, leggings and shawl you picked out from your closet. You wore some small silver earrings and a diamond necklace to match and actually did your makeup. Nothing over the top, just a simple eyeliner and lip gloss on foundation. You curled your hair and got it nice and once it was time to leave, you did, tossing a pair of ballet flats into your car just incase you needed them.

You got to the restaurant around 4:55pm and messaged Anthony.

(Y/N): Hey! I’m here at (fancy restaurant)! Do you want me to get us a table or should I just wait until you get here?

You slid your phone into one of the dress pockets and waited.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes…

You pull your phone back out and message him again.

(Y/N): you almost here?

More time passes and soon you’d been waiting for almost half an hour. You were cold, your feet were starting to hurt and you were hungry. As you’re about to send yet another text, you get a message from Anthony.

Anthony: Hey, sorry, I can’t make it tonight. We can always shoot for another time. I’m out with my buds and I totally spaced.

Your face felt hot with embarrassment and anger. You’ve been waiting for this guy to get here so you two could go on a date and he does this?!

(Y/N): will there be a ‘next time’ or are you just saying that to make me feel better? I’ve been waiting for you for half an hour to get here and you tell me you can’t make it?!

Anthony: yeah, sorry. My bros needed me.

(Y/N): Then screw this. There won’t be a next time.

You unmatch with the jerk then and there and delete the app immediately after. You were upset and embarrassed. You got all dolled up just to be stood-up! To be ghosted! Bump this! You slowly walk back to your car and get in. Your stomach growled and dammit, you were hungry, but not for this place. Not anymore. You needed to calm down and distress and dammit, you needed a pizza. Pizza sounded fantastic. You started driving and passed a few places you knew with good pizza until you saw a sign next to the mall parking lot:

‘Freddy’s Rockstar Family Fun Center’

Huh… you haven’t been to a fun center since you were in high school. It could be a good place to unwind. You turn into the buildings parking lot and find somewhere to park among the small sea of cars already there. You ditch your heels for the black flats your thankfully remembered to throw in and ditched your shawl as well. Were you a bit to dolled up for this sort of place? Yes. Did you care at this point? Not one bit.

Stepping through the doors was almost magical seeing as how your night had gone so far. The bright and colorful decor, the ambient sounds of parents and children chatting and screaming happily, and the smell of fresh greasy food. Oh yes. You needed this.

You make your way to the front counter where a teenage boy perked up at your presence.

“Welcome to Freddy’s! Aren’t you a bit dolled up to be coming here?” He asked in a playful manner.

You chuckle. “Yeah, but after the evening I’ve had, I need it. Do I need to check in or what? This is my first time coming here.”

“Really? That’s great! Well will you be dining with us tonight?” He asked, pulling out a menu from behind the counter. “We also have an arcade and laser tag if your interested.”

“That all sounds good. Hell yeah I'm dining in.”

“Awesome! Then I’d recommend the ‘Funtime Experience’. Not only would you get to have a full meal and desert, but the table is reserved for you until you leave. Not only that, but you get a card with like, fifty plays to spend at the arcade plus access to the laser tag arena. Also the wrist band is really cool.” While he was talking, he pulled out a small card and wristband each were white with colorful polka dots on it with the words ‘Funtime’ written in gold bubbly letters.

“I’ll take it then. Momma’s got some steam to blow off.” You pay for the package and the teen puts the wristband on you and hands you your arcade card before calling over a waitress to take you to your table.

As you weave through the crowd, you step through an archway and down a few steps into a closed off dining room made to look like a concert hall. With two floors for people dining in. The floor seemed to be for larger parties save for a few spots made for parties of one or two.

“Would you like to sit by the stage tonight. Freddy and his friends will be performing their last show for the day in a few minutes.” The waitress said in a chipper tone.

You shrugged. “Why not? Could be fun.”

“It totally is! Our boss made sure these models were state of the art with full body movement and AI that learns as it grows! Plus the band knows hundreds of popular songs and has a few of their own songs! They even do skits with their caretaker. It’s a sight to behold!” She led you to one of the smaller tables near the left side of the stage where she set your menu down. “Here you go! I’ll give you a minute to look over the menu and be right back! Can I get you a drink?”

“Can I get a soda?”

“What kind?”

“Surprise me.”

She let out a laugh and nodded. “You got it chief! I’ll be right back!”

She turned on her heel and left through a side entrance with a curtain and you sat to look at the menu. There was standard stuff any pizzeria would have along with burgers, fries, a whole panel of deserts and a ‘custom pizza’ option. Though that all sounded good, you were in the mood for just a slice of pepperoni some fries and a milkshake. Your stomach growled once more as you thought about how good that all sounded.

You made up your mind and set the menu aside before pulling out your phone to browse the web you checked all your usual sites and sighed. Looks like your best friend got engaged today. That’s nice… your mom was posting a new recipe she found and your dad sent you a meme he found funny over text which made you chuckle sadly. Everyone seemed to be having a great time and here you were; at a kids restaurant waiting on a soda looking like at least a hundred dollars in your opinion. You felt the embarrassment creep up on you again and you felt a few tears threatening to fall. You grabbed a napkin from the dispenser on your table and patted them away. You were NOT crying in a family setting, no sir! Not you! You could cry on your way home like anyone else would!

Once the waitress came back and took your order after giving you a glass of Grape Fanta and left just as a woman dressed in a white blouse and black pants walked on stage. She wore a red vest with the logo of the company on it just over her clothes and she quickly fixed her chocolate colored hair, her mossy colored eyes scanning the crowd as the lights dimmed and focused on her.

“How’s everyone doing tonight? I hope you’ve had a fun day here at Freddy’s!” A few people in the crowd cheered and you could have sworn you heard a few kids happily yelled ‘Yeah’s at the woman. She chuckled.

“Awesome! Well, as you know, it's about time for us to wind down here, but not before we go out with a bang! Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls!! Give it up for Freddy and his rockin’ band!” The curtains behind her drew back and their on stage were four larger than life mascots. A tan bear, a yellow bird, a red fox, and a purple bunny. The woman ran offstage and the band started their little concert.

You watched in awe as the band played and sang in perfect harmony, their motions were so fluid, they put the animatronics at Universal and Disneyland to shame. Did you see one just fix their stance? You had to give it to this place, it seemed like every young kids dream. A little paradise away from reality. Your paradise away from reality.

After the first song, your food came out and you thanked your waitress before she left once again to tend to other tables. The band did a small skit where they talked about a funny thing that happened to one of them and the other poked fun. Although it was funny, your mind began to wander back to earlier that night and your smile dropped. You went back to eating, but you could have sworn you were being watched.

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The woman in the front row was dressed oddly for being here. As Bonnie played his guitar and sang with his friends, he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander to the dolled-up woman in the beautiful lavender dress. The lights made it hard to see anything passed the stage, but if he really focused, he could see her.

To put it into words, the periwinkle bunny was enamored by her. He was sure of it. Though, he found it odd that she was here alone. Why was she here of all places looking like she just stepped out of a photo shoot? Wait… did he see her lip quiver? A note wrote itself into his routine; ‘Cheer up ‘Doll’’. That’s what he was meant to do, right? Cheer others up? He was able to cheer people up on a daily basis! Surely this would be the same…

Only, it didn’t feel the same. Looking at her made him think, which made him fumble in his notes. A few chuckles and ‘ooh’s go through the crowd as the band stopped and looked at the bunny.

“Now that’s something you don’t do everyday.” Freddy teased.

“Yer not one t’ mess up, lad.” Foxy quipped. Bonnie felt his mechanical parts heat up in embarrassment. He was a perfectionist when he played. What was the deal?!

“Heh. Finger slip.” He retorted, rubbing the back of his head. He needed to think of something. A lie. A little white lie to further this excuse. Oh he wasn’t good with lies. “You know how it goes. Got too into the music that I didn’t notice.”

“Don’t fret Bon! Coulda happened to anyone.” Chica piped up.

The band share a laugh and their performance continues, Bonnie couldn’t help but notice the girl was now watching with a look of curiosity and wonder on her face.

The show went on without another screw-up and the band bid the small crowd goodnight before the curtains closed again. The group let out a sigh of relief as they each felt their audio receptors return to their default mode before speaking to one another again.

“Was it just a slip-up, Bonnibel? Ye never slip-up.” Foxy inquired. Bonnie nodded quickly and set his guitar on its stand.

“It was. Like I said, I just got too into the music and wasn’t paying any mind to what I was doing, Foxy.” He fixed his bow tie and looked to the band, flashing a smile. “I’m going to ask Miss Lindsay if I can wonder the fun center until closing.”

“You know that’s a tossup, Bonnie. Just because Lindsay would let us, doesn’t mean the boss-man would.” Freddy tried to reason.

“Then there’s no harm in asking or even just doing it.” He shrugged. “If anything happens, it’ll be my fault, so I’ll see you fellows later.” With a wink and a small bow, he slipped out from behind the curtains and off the stage. He had a goal in mind, the note coming back to the front of his to-do list; Cheer up ‘Doll’.

—-

You had made your way to the arcade after the performance. Even though it was pretty fun to watch and listen to as you ate, your mind continued to wonder to earlier that night. Maybe Anthony really did forget? Maybe you got the date wrong? Did you jump off the rails by deleting that app? Hundreds of things were running through your mind and your lip quivered yet again. Dammit. You told yourself you wouldn’t cry in public. It makes you feel like a child. Bathroom. Gotta find the bathroom and breath…

“You seem like you have a lot on your mind, Miss.” That low toned voice…

You looked over to the voice and see that periwinkle bunny from the band… Bonnie was his name, right?

“I...I guess you could say that… yeah.” You mutter. You notice as his ears twitch at your response. “S-sorry… I’m just having a weird night.”

“You seem like you need someone to vent to.”

“I guess it couldn’t hurt…”

He stuck his hand out to you and you took it. He rose it to his muzzle and pressed the back of your hand to where his lips were as if to kiss it. “Then let us walk and talk… shall we, Miss?”

You felt heat on your face and you nod. He hooked his arm with yours and you two started walking around. You seemed dainty and small compared to the animatronic, but you felt… safe. It seemed like the world melted around you and it was just the two of you. Bonnie lead you to a quiet part of the fun center before talking.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you looked quite upset from time to time during my performance tonight.” he started, looking down at you. “I know it must be a cliche thing to ask, but what’s a beautiful woman all dolled up like you are doing in a place like this?”

"It been just a stupid night..." You reply. "I thought I would have a good night. Meet a new guy, have some dinner together.... But he didn't bother showing up." You felt tears prick your eyes and this time, you just let them fall.

"I got all dressed nicely... I-I actually tried to look nice! I thought...I-I th-thought I would be given a chance... b-but look at me! I'm at a fun center in a dress among a sea of families and kids looking so out of place! I-I just wanna go home and cry and binge a-and-"

Bonnie pulled you into a hug and let you cry, slowly letting the two of you sit on the floor. Well… he was sitting on the floor, you sat on his lap and cried into his furry chest. He honestly didn’t know what to do other then hold you and let you cry. He looked at you and pat your back, whispering words of comfort. After a few minutes, you pulled away and he wiped your tears. Although it smears your make-up, he looks at you with a soft expression.

“Well I don’t think this person knows what he’s missing. You’re a beautiful woman and the night isn’t over yet!” He stood the two of you back up and took your hand again. “Why don’t you and I go to the arcade. I know a few tips and tricks that we could use to get a few jackpots.”

You look at him, wiping a few more stray tears away. “You… you mean you know how to cheat the machines?”

“I wouldn’t call it cheating… I would call it finding loopholes.” He gave you a wink and you let out a small laugh.

“Then lead the way Bonnie.”

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The arcade was fun and Bonnie was right; he did know a few ‘tips and tricks’ and by tricks, he meant he knew how to bypass the settings each machine had and set it to their default settings making it easier to win the big jackpots. His antics with sidestepping questions from the employees made you laugh. He was so suave until he was asked to explain what he was doing. This turned him into a babbling buffoon trying to come up with excuses which would turn into him scooping you up and booking it in the other direction. This would make you laugh as he would find places for the two of you to hide from the arcade employees.

You’d only come out of hiding once he said it was okay and not even a minute later he was bypassing the settings of arcade machines. Rinse and repeat. You only stopped once Bonnie was told that his ‘manager’ would be called since she’d been looking for him for a good hour by now and it was ‘passed his bedtime’. He lead you to the prize counter and helped you pick out a prize. Given he helped you cheat the system, you had enough points on your card for some of the major prizes. You decided on plushies of the band and you’d pocket the rest of the points for when you’d come back another day. Saying those words made Bonnie’s ears perk even more than they already were.

You’d be back? You wanted to come back? He smiled brightly. He felt genuinely happy at her words. They meant he’d be able to see you more. As you two left the prize corner with your new plushies and made your way to the front entrance, you heard a woman’s voice call out towards you.

“Bonnibel! There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” You two turned around and you saw the same woman that introduced the band when you were eating. She marched over and looked up at Bonnie, a stern motherly look on her face. “You were supposed to be in the back an hour ago!”

“I know Miss Lindsay. I honestly do, but I had something I had to do.”

“And that would be…?” He gestured to you and that’s when the woman finally noticed you, a look of surprise crossing her features. “Oh! I’m sorry ma’am! I’ve just been really worried about him. If he and the others don’t get their recharge, they won’t last the full day tomorrow.”

“It’s okay miss.” You reply. “He’s actually been keeping me company. I should be the one to apologize. If I’d known he needed his rest, I wouldn’t have-”

“You don’t need to apologize for you being upset, Miss.” Bonnie reassured you. He looked to his manager. “I know tomorrow will be rough for me, Miss Lindsay, but could I please walk her out before I go to the back? I would like to say goodnight to her.”

She looked between the two of you and something in her mind clicked. She gave you a small smile and nodded. “Of course Bon…” She looked to you. “I hope you’re feeling better ma’am and that you had a wonderful time here.”

“I did… Bonnie here made it the best first visit I could have asked for. I honestly can’t wait to come back.” You stated. The woman’s smile brightened.

“That’s great! Everyone’s experiences here should be magical. In fact, no two visits are alike! Anything could happen here. Trust me. It’s been an adventure working here.” She looked back to Bonnie. “I’ll be waiting in the back with your recharger.”

“Thank you, Miss Lindsay.”

The brunette nodded walked off, leaving you two alone again as parents, children, and some employees were leaving for the night around you. You looked at one another and yet again, the world around you faded as he lead you to the front doors and stopped.

“This is as far as I can go, Miss.” The bunny told you. “I wish I could escort you further, but it’s against the rules.”

“It’s okay, Bonnie.” You reassure him, rearranging the toys in your arms so you could carry them without dropping them on the asphalt outside. “I enjoyed our time together. I honestly haven’t had this much fun in a while.”

“Well I’m glad I could give you that tonight, Miss…”

“It’s (Y/N). My name is (Y/N).”

“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He crouched slightly to be eye-level with you. “And don’t let anyone make you feel otherwise.”

“I think after tonight, I’ll have a pretty high standard for my dates thanks to you, Bonnie.”

“You flatter me, Miss (Y/N). I’ll be counting the days until you come back.”

You let out a small laugh and kiss his muzzle. “And I’ll be back soon, don’t worry your little bunny head, Bonnie.”

He felt his machinery heat up once more and he let out a laugh as he stood back up. “I’ll hold you to that. You have my word if I have yours.”

“And you do.” You turn to leave and stop, looking back to him. “Thank you, Bonnie. I hope you have an amazing night.”

“And the same to you, Miss (Y/N). Drive safely and have pleasant dreams.”

Leaving the fun center that night left you gitty for the next time you would make an appearance at the building. Your night had gone from bad to amazing. If you were to go back in time, you wouldn’t change a thing. You just hoped next time would be just as amazing and you had a feeling it would be.

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theheartchoice · 5 years

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Providence

dean/cas | teen | 2k | canonverse s6 | ao3

for @profoundnet's bi-weekly Bot Stat challenge. prompt issued: July 9th 2019

dedicated to @saltnhalo ~ crack-free! 😘

Dean is cleaning his gun. Cas is the pizzaman. Sam is on the demon blood again.

Dean doesn't miss the apple-pie life, not really. He's a Hunter and this is what they do, this is the life for him. Doesn't mean he can't do with some small comforts, now and then. Or some hope - even if it's just a clue to find a way to stop the stuff of nightmares from wreaking havoc on the world. Pizza helps, too.

So, she broke things off.

..Unclip the mag..

So what?

..Clear the chamber..

Not like Dean really expected it to last, right?

..This cloth probably needs to be thrown..

Guess it was nice while it lasted.

..Where's the pipe cleaner?..

Maybe it would've been nice to last a while longer.

..Need more oil..

Had a whole year, though. And it was a pretty good year, as Hunter standards go.

..Should grab some rock salt, too. Runnin' low..

Sure as hell wasn't perfect. Dean was no model boyfriend or parental figure. Not with all his baggage, his demons.

..Need to make a list. Probably need a bunch of stuff. Wonder if Soulless Sammy's hacked any more cards yet..

That life isn't the thing to miss, though. That's not the life for him. He misses them. Her smile, her strength, her warmth. Little Ben growing up so fast, Dean pained he'll miss the rest. But he's not that guy - Mr. Family Man. They deserve better.

..They can hit the store before they leave town. Baby needs fuel. Grab some Johnny to replace the backup. Get outta dodge before the rains come. Sam can find 'em a case once they hit the interstate. They need snacks for the road, too. With any luck they'll find some monster to gank by nightfall..

Dean's only halfway through with their arsenal when his stomach reminds him he's past due for supper. Dinner had been a bust; Soulless Sam needs a lesson in acceptable menu classics, asap. Forget beheading a vamp with a baseball bat he could've sworn wasn't on the pitch a moment earlier - Dean'll be lucky not to get salmonella poisoning from that so-called food!

The mini fridge is bare, the cooler barer - unless you count half a dozen syringes of Dead-Man's blood. Dean doesn't. But considering Sam's choice for dinner, maybe he does? Never again. Sam is off food-duty until further notice.

What Dean could really go for, right now, is some pizza. Extra Large and all to himself. There's gotta be takeout menus around here somewhere.

He's barely scuffed one boot over the worn carpet when there's a rap at the door. At midnight. Sam wouldn't knock. Soulless Sam even less likely.

Grabbing one from the newly-cleaned stash, Dean silently draws up into the crook of wall between door and curtained window, gun cocked. Swift to pull it open and hard to throw himself against it, on the other side of that door is the last person Dean expected to see. "Cas?" Standing in a fuzzy halo of sickly yellow halogen, holding a goddamned miracle in his arms. "Is that pizza?"

"I thought you might be hungry."

"For me?" Cas nods. Dean yanks him - and the pizza - inside. "I'm starved, actually. That's some good timin'."

And so much for the brief trip into Bizarro World where a certain Angel actually respects personal space; Cas' hands are on Dean - shoulder and forehead as he tries to lean over the table, flipping the lid to inspect the toppings. Meatlovers and extra BBQ sauce. Awesome. But those hands are turning him away from pizza, now. "What's up with you?"

"You're not in any stage of starvation, Dean. You're in perfect health.. Aside from you-.. your wrist." He takes Dean's arm from bicep to sprain without hesitation. "What happened?"

It's kinda hard to shrug outta the grip of a guy who could literally throw you as far as the eye can see. "Vamp nest. But we got 'em, no biggy." No more deaths once they arrived in town, too, which was a nice change. "Can we eat? Sam bought, like, raw fish for dinner, man - I think it's still swimmin' around in there." Dean eyes the garbage where he tossed his takeout container, forcing back bile at the memory: one hasty bite before he'd realised his mistake. It had been.. slimy.

One of Cas' hands slips from his bicep to palm over Dean's stomach. The other leaves his wrist, at least, so Dean seizes the moment and steals the nearest slice from the box; chase away a bad memory with something good. OH, yeah - screw clouds - this is heaven.

"Nihon unagi."

"Huh―?" Dean tries not to let the precious pizza tumble from his mouth.

"Freshwater eel, and they're not swimming. Not consciously, anyway."

Dean's jaw stills. He stares at Cas.

"Digestive enzymes."

Oh, of course.

Cas' eyes refocus on Dean's pizza. No - his hand. His injury. "May I..?"

Mid-chew, Dean figures it can't hurt. He switches his pizza from right to left and holds out the sprain he'd forgot he had.

Cas' hand closes careful around it, a slip of warmed ice flowing quick through Dean's veins - and then his minor injury is minor no more.

"Thanks," Dean murmurs, and follows it with another mouthful of beef and pepperoni.

Cas leaves him to his second slice to survey the room. "Where is Sam?"

"Li'b'ary.." This is food. This is what every meal should taste like. All the meat, rich with smokey goodness. "R'se'rch."

"I thought you said the case was over?" Cas regains some proximity to the little round table where Dean stands with hips hugging the large pizza box. He takes a few moments to chew, swallow - rushing the savour-part, but Angels don't really understand the pleasure of a good pizza-pie, now do they?

"Not that. Purgatory." With slice #3 in hand, he realises he's got nothing to wash it down with. Slightly annoyed, he leads Cas past the bed laden with guns to the one neatly made with a duffel bag open on top. He pulls out a book, hands it over. "Officially, it's a work of fiction, and we still don't really know what we're dealin' with exactly, but.." He takes another bite. "..There may be a way to counteract the spell Crowley plans on usin'. Last line of defense, sorta thing."

Cas goes pensive and Dean goes back to his pizza, leading Cas over to their Wall of Crazy. They're still trying to track Crowley's whereabouts; It's ongoing. Vamps get beheaded on slow progress days.

"It's almost midnight."

So..?

"The library would be closed."

Dean gawks. "You know what time libraries close in small-town America?" Cas nods, clearly not seeing the issue. Whatever. "Not a library, a church. Secret archive in the foundations. The pastor, Father Roberto, let him in, a favour for takin' care of the vamps." The fact that one of them had been a colleague of his must've hit close enough to home to warrant unlocking the storm shelter: a small basement room stocked with hunter-esque reads. The guy had only been in their once - twice, including when he caught his former colleague breaking the rules with B&E (and reading).

They may not find anything ther, but since Sam doesn't need sleep nowadays he agreed to pull the all-nighter and check for certain before they skip town.

Gaze flitting from Dean and his pizza, to the leatherback book in his hands and up to the Crazy Wall, Cas keeps his thoughts to himself. He looks concerned, wary almost.

"You okay?"

Cas turns the book over, gently. "Where did you get this?" he says to the back cover.

"St. Bruno's. Got quite the collection of lore stashed away in the basement, but Roberto confiscated that one from one of the vamps, before.." Dean trails off, leaving out the details of his bloody foul ball at the local park. "Demonic possession's a big feature, no surprises there. Some monster stuff and gods stuff scattered through - most of it we know already from Bobby's. Also a bunch of balony text. But there was a couple dozen copies of that," he points at Cas' hands with his pizza tip, "so we figured we should see what else was down there that might be useful."

He joins Cas by the map printouts, newspaper clippings, highlighted notes and online article stubs. He watches as Cas traces delicate fingers over the black leather and gold-embossed spine. There's something about the way he handles it - with such care, and hesitation. It's a little odd, but then again he did kinda the same thing with Chuck's books, too. Only this time he hasn't even opened it.

"It's a graphic novel," Dean explains, "Words and images in a badass, super freaky, pretty damn cool comic strip setup." He'd been more impressed by it than Sam. Apparently his brother's passion for all things Geek was another thing that'd been left behind. It's one thing Dean never thought he'd miss.

Cas is still regarding the ripples in the leather when Dean's pocket vibrates. "You find somethin'?" The last thing he expects to hear are the words Demon and Blood, but measured against the bar of strangeness and crappy circumstance that is their lives, Dean's not as freaked out as he probably should be.

Soulless Sam, Heaven at war with itself, Purgatory existing, Angelic pizza-men.. Anything's possible these days.

"What about Demon Blood?" Cas must feel Dean's eyes on him because he looks up to pay attention. Dean nods along, shakes his head, wishes he had that spare Johnny to wash down the news. "Yeah, okay. Grab what you can. Forget finding a new case, we'll head to Bobby's in the morning." Hanging up, Dean can feel Cas' eyes on him. "Apparently, St. Bruno's has a book on demons we haven't seen before. Says somethin' about Demon blood relating to Purgatory, but he can't read much of it. Says it's in 'some kind of code'," and Dean shakes his head away from the shadowy thought of just how much of 'Sam' is really left.

Code-breaking? He used to do that shit for fun, at breakfast, before Dean had even poured his first cup of coffee. Now he.. can't? Or he's just not interested? Dean's not sure which is worse.

Cas' face steals back to Angelness, all signs of wariness painted over with a blank canvas. He glances at the clock, oddly, and places the book gently down on the nightstand. "I have to go."

And it's not like Dean expected him to stay, but it would've been nice. Least he brought pizza. "Yeah, okay. We'll keep in touch, let you know what we find."

Cas nods, and Dean can tell he's about to I Dream of Jeannie it outta there, so he quickly adds, "―You too, you hear me? Don't be a stranger." They lock eyes for a moment, and it feels like old times. "Thanks for the pizza."

With a tilted trace of a smile, Cas nods again, softer. "Be careful, Dean."

The fridge kicks on as invisible wings take flight. An owl hoots somewhere outside, waiting for an answer. It's suddenly quiet and the room feels empty in a way it hadn't before. Lonely.

He flicks on the old box set, turns some late night movie low, and snags the pizza box along with the little black book to settle down in the neatly made bed, tossing his duffel aside.

HP Lovecraft may have some relevance to what they're dealing with, but for now he just reads for the hell of it. To get lost in it; someplace else, somehow familiar. It's a clue, a step in the right direction, hopefully. And though it's not exactly a comfort, there's something grounding in knowing the answers are out there, somewhere. They just gotta keep looking.

There's fiction and there's reality, and sometimes the impossible is what's real. Sometimes it's a nightmare instead of a dream. That's the Hunter life. Figuring out what's dark fantasy and what's really lurking in the shadows.

No Lisa, no Ben. No Sam, even if he walked through that door right now. Bobby three states away. Cas off at war.

He's got pizza and Lovecraft's Cosmicism and Mitchum on the grainy tube. It's not everything, but it's enough. With any luck he'll dream of something better, something more. Probably the best he can hope for, really: if he can't have a better life, dreams might be the closest he ever gets.

But as long as he gets his four hours, he'll manage, dreams (or nightmares) or no.

The telltale pitter-patter of rain starts in, grows steadily heavier as the pages turn, the black-and-white noir futzing and pizza filling him, making him sleepy. He drifts off to the flicker of blue neon through the tear in the curtain by his bed, distantly wishing he'd removed his boots or at least his belt; it's digging into him, but he knows on the plus side he'll be ready to jump up and fight if something goes bump in the night.

Just another night in the Hunter's life.

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theoddcatlady · 6 years

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The Guardians

There was a time before we lived in Graylake, I think. Before we lived in our little house on the end of Marble Boulevard. But that was so long ago all memories I have are pale and almost gone.

My life becomes clear the moment we pulled up to our brand new house and seeing a distorted stone monster perched on the top of the roof.

I screamed and clung to my mother’s leg, pointing at the monster and asking mom what it was. My mom patted my shoulder and told me it was just a statue, that it wasn’t going to hurt me and that everything was okay. She pointed down the street and showed me that there was a statue at every house. Some were crouched on the lawn, others hanging off the gutter, some were big, some were small.

Each one was as hideous as the last.

I heard my dad say that they’d pull it down as soon as we had time, we had to unpack, get settled into our new house. I felt better hearing that and ran indoors, clutching my teddy and running up to my brand new bedroom. This one had its own closet, where I could hang up my clothes.

I was less pleased with that bedroom when I found yet another statue, curled up in the corner of the closet like it was asleep. It was no bigger than my teddy but was impossible for me to so much as budge, it was so damn heavy. I called for my mom but she could push it maybe an inch before she gave up.

“Just keep your closet closed, buddy,” She said, patting my shoulder, ��It can’t hurt you.”

I hated that statue so much that I threw a blanket over it. It was the ugliest thing I’d ever seen and I wanted to never see it again. I couldn’t wait until my dad had the time to throw it away.

The following memories are better though. The neighbors came to visit, the Pattersons. They had a son my age and a daughter three years older- Tyler and Jodi. Their mom brought a homemade pizza topped with pepperoni, the dad brought a giant cookie and Tyler brought his best toys. We played in the living room while the adults talked.

My parents were having a great time, so were we. Jodi was quiet but she was incredibly sweet, not too bossy and she had a great imagination. Tyler was more outgoing but he made sure Jodi had her chances to speak up. You couldn’t find more polite children.

It wasn’t until Dad brought up how he was going to tear down that ugly statue on the roof that Jodi’s quiet nature suddenly vanished.

“No! You can’t!” She got to her feet before her hands flew to her mouth. “… I’m sorry, Mr. Sykes, I didn’t mean to use my outside voice.”

My dad raised an eyebrow before Mr. Patterson cleared his throat. “I know you didn’t mean anything poorly by that, but I’ll be the bearer of bad news- you won’t be allowed to take down the gargoyle. Notice how every single house on the street has one?” He spread out an arm. “It’s part of Graylake. You won’t find a building that doesn’t have at least one gargoyle either on or in it. It’s tradition, you understand- besides, you won’t be able to remove it anyway. Those things are practically carved into the place with how long they’ve been up there, and they’re impossible to break. People have tried and nothing good’s come of it. Trust me- you’re best off just leaving it up there. I hope we’ll see you on church on Sunday?”

Dad chuckled.

“We don’t go to church, but thank you for the invitation.”

There was a certain tenseness in the air after my dad said that. The Pattersons quickly excused themselves. Mrs. Patterson wiped the remainder of pizza sauce off my lips and reminded me to mind my manners and to ask to be excused from the table.

Manners are important in Graylake, I learned, when I went to school the following week. There was yet another gargoyle in the classroom, this one was taller than the teacher Mr. Thompson. Its twisted horns nearly brushed the ceiling, yet Mr. Thompson hardly paid it mind and instead asked us questions about manners- how you should say excuse me after you burp, how to say please and thank you, and how to ask to leave the table.

There was a whole segment of the class dedicated to manners and how to be nice to others. I didn’t think the last part needed to be taught, but Mr. Thompson took it very seriously. For every day you minded your manners, you got a gold star on the chart. If you got ten gold stars in a row you got to pick something from the prize box, a small plastic toy or a book. If you didn’t mind your manners, you got a gold star taken off the chart. If you lost all your stars, there would be a parent-teacher conference.

I was pretty obedient but even I lost a star every now and then because I pushed myself to the front of the line or started talking in class. I never had a parent-teacher conference, which was apparently a big deal to the kids. How could you be so naughty to get one of those, they wondered.

I was never told why we were so careful about how we behaved, but I learned about two weeks in that we had someone to keep us responsible for our behavior.

I suppose letting my room be cluttered after so long was inexcusable as I came home and it looked like a tornado hit my bedroom.

I stumbled over a pile of dirty clothes and nearly fell on my face. I popped back up and my jaw dropped. My toys were thrown off the shelves, the blankets were ripped off the bed, and the half empty cup of fruit juice on the nightstand had been tipped over.

I yelled for my mom and she came in, her face went white and she looked ready to call the cops.

Then Jodi knocked on the door and asked if she could help clean my room.

Of course she didn’t mess up my room, she’d been at piano lessons and my mom hadn’t let anyone come in all day, but my mom kept an eye on Jodi as we cleaned up the disaster my room had became. Jodi was perfect at keeping things neat, she lined up the books on the shelf, the toys were either put in the box or on my bed, and she knew how to make a bed so nicely it looked like it belonged in a hotel.

“You have to do better at cleaning, you could get hurt if you let your stuff stay everywhere. At least you know better now,” Jodi said as she picked up the last blanket. “Oh! Hello, I didn’t know they came so small! Aren’t you precious?”

I turned to see Jodi bending over to see that tiny gargoyle now in the center of my room, sitting up straight with its spiky tail curled around it like a cat.

I had no idea how that thing got out of the closet and I was terrified.

I tried to blame the gargoyle on the mess to my mom, but she just smiled and patted my shoulder. It was just a statue, after all. Jodi had already gone so I couldn’t ask her how the statue was moved.

When I got back up to my room, once again, the gargoyle had moved. This time it was sitting on my toybox, its hollow eyes staring at my bed.

It became clear to me that even if I didn’t know how the gargoyle was moving, it was. And for some reason, it got angry when my room wasn’t clean.

So I learned pretty quickly how to keep it not angry. Clean my room.

I struggled to make my bed at first, I was small and the blankets were heavy. However, if my bed was not to the gargoyle’s standards, I’d come back and the sheets were ripped off the bed. I’d have to do it all over again.

I got angry at the gargoyle many times. I kicked it, I yelled at it, I once poured a glass of water on it. Childish, but I had no other idea how to deal with it. My mother didn’t believe me, but she was distracted at the time as her and my father had been arguing. I didn’t know why at the time, but I think the move was a way to ignore the real problem- that they were in a struggling, unhappy relationship.

I did know that my parents didn’t kiss each other on the cheek anymore and that my dad slept on the couch more nights than not. That when I saw Jodi’s and Tyler’s mom and dad interact that I knew that they had what my parents didn’t. Happiness.

One cold Sunday morning Jodi showed up on the front porch with Tyler. Both were wearing their finest, Jodi in a dark blue dress with black shoes and Tyler was wearing a green tie and his wild hair was combed into place.

Tyler beamed when he saw that I answered the door. “Are you ready for church?” He chirped, grinning from ear to ear.

I was still in my pajamas and had only woke up when I heard the doorbell. I was in no way ready for church, I might’ve not gone before but you don’t go out in public in your pajamas.

Tyler loaned me some of his clothing, the shirt was too small but the pants fit all right, and Mrs. Patterson combed my hair as we drove to church. I told my mom I was going to play with my friends and she waved me off. She’d been in sour spirits lately as several of her wine bottles had turned up smashed in the backyard and probably wasn’t in the mood to deal with me today.

The pastor was a woman, much to my surprise, I’d only thought men could be pastors. Jodi called her Minister Sandoval, and the woman beamed when she saw me. She bent over and shook my hand. Her eyes were as dark gray as the stone of the many gargoyles perched upon the roof of the church.

“And you must be Nicolas. I’ve heard so much about you. You’ve gotten very good at making your bed, but you need to remember not to sneak snacks into bed. Cracker crumbs are not fun to sleep on either.”

Minister Sandoval knew things about me, about everyone, that no one else could know. But she was kind and her sermons were about treating others with respect and how important it was to be conscious of your actions. Always think about others and never speak behind other’s backs.

Behind the pulpit was a stained glass window, not of a cross or a scene from the Bible, but of a twisted, gray face with scarlet eyes.

I returned home and headed back to my room, finding the gargoyle curled up at the foot of my bed. Like a cat. A stoned, spiky cat.

I sat in front of it and I remember exactly what I said.

“I’m sorry for being mean to you. You just want me to be better. I’ll do better, I promise.”

I swear I heard a quiet sigh, saw that disfigured face beginning to smile.

That is when I made peace with the gargoyles. I’m not sure exactly when my mother did, but sometime after that she was the one to drive me to church instead of the Pattersons. The nightly glass of wine turned into a weekly glass, then a monthly glass. Nowadays you never catch her with a bottle of anything but sparkling grape juice.

Jodi told me one night during a sleepover that the gargoyles are just here to make sure we are good people to ourselves and each other. That’s why no one has their doors locked, why we can feel safe walking down the street. There is always someone to keep you accountable.

My father couldn’t take that.

I don’t know all that happened. I do know how the street would be so quiet on Sunday mornings and that he never went to church with us. I know that he attempted to cover the gargoyle, that he asked just about every construction place he could to help him take it down. No one would accept the job.

My mom won’t tell me everything, but I do know Dad had the meltdown a week before Christmas.

I woke up, it was late. I heard my dad yelling. My mom was calling for him to come inside, that he was crazy. My dad said things that I will not repeat and continued yelling at the gargoyle. Told it to stop watching him, told it to stop judging his life, calling him a liar and lazy, just losing his mind.

The statues did nothing until he threw a rock at it.

For the first time, I truly saw the gargoyle in my room come to life. It was a smooth movement, the statue moved as gracefully as a feline, sitting up and cocking its head to the side. Its eyes started flickering like coals as it leaped to the window and pried it open with its claws. With a strange growly sound, it climbed out.

I saw the statue on the Pattersons’ roof leap down and start padding over to our yard. I saw a dark shape in the sky with wingspan longer than some cars gliding in our direction.

Then I heard my dad scream. It was so fast if I’d blink I’d miss it, two gargoyles dragged him up into the sky, I caught a glimpse of his terrified face and the angered sneers of the statues.

I heard a wet tearing sound, a snap and the next thing I saw was a rain of blood splattering against my window.

I screamed for my mom and she ran into my room to drag me out, her face white with fear as she attempted to cover my ears, but it was too late. I could hear more cracking and snaps as the gargoyles tore my father to shreds, and those memories are some of the clearest ones I have of my childhood.

The next morning, the entire street came to help clean up the mess. Hoses washed away the blood, men picked up what remained of my dad’s flesh off the ground. I remember seeing a black garbage bag that was almost bursting before I was shooed back indoors.

My mom and I didn’t have to do anything to take care of my dad. Funeral arrangements, burial costs, everyone pitched in. This hadn’t been the first time someone had tried to attack the gargoyles, and according to Jodi it wouldn’t be the last. Minister Sandoval preached that next week how that willfully attacking a sentient being was the worst crime, and that it would never be accepted in our little village of Graylake.

It’s been many years since this all happened. I actually moved out of my mother’s house into a small place, all for myself. There’s an older gargoyle on the roof, covered in moss. I’m gonna give him a bath as soon as I can.

The lil shithead that had been living in my childhood bedroom snuck along in a box. I still can’t pick him up but he’s made himself cozy on my desk.

It’s not an ideal existence, always being watched, but I’ve lived that way for so long… I can’t imagine life without observation from a stone guardian.

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jewishshadowhunters · 5 years

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Judaism 101: Places of Worship

Terminology, Functions and Organization, and all you need to know about Jewish Places of Worship.

First: The Temple; what do Jews mean when they refer to “the Temple”

When Jewish people speak of The Temple, we speak of the place in Jerusalem that was the center of Jewish worship from the time of Solomon to its destruction by the Romans in 70 C.E.

This was the one and only place where sacrifices and certain other religious rituals were performed. It was partially destroyed at the time of the Babylonian Exile and rebuilt.

The rebuilt temple was known as the Second Temple. The famous "Wailing Wall" (known to Jews as the Western Wall or in Hebrew, the Kotel) is the remains of the western retaining wall of the hill that the Temple was built on. It is as close to the site of the original Sanctuary as Jews can go today. You can see a live picture of the Kotel and learn about it at KotelCam. The Temple was located on a platform above and behind this wall.

Today, the site of The Temple is occupied by the Dome of the Rock (a Muslim shrine for pilgrims) and the Al-Aqsa Mosque. The Dome of the Rock is the gold-domed building that figures prominently in most pictures of Jerusalem.

Traditional Jews believe that The Temple will be rebuilt when the Mashiach (Messiah) comes. They eagerly await that day and pray for it continually. In Jewish tradition, Jesus is NOT the messiah. I will talk another day about “Jews for Jesus” and “Messianic Jews” that are Christian sects appropriating Jewish culture and traditions and trying to convert Jews to Christianity.

Modern Jews, on the other hand, reject the idea of rebuilding the Temple and resuming sacrifices. They call their houses of prayer "temples," believing that such houses of worship are the only temples we need, the only temples we will ever have, and are equivalent to the Temple in Jerusalem. This idea is very offensive to some traditional Jews, which is why you should be very careful when using the word Temple to describe a Jewish place of worship.

Terminology

Throughout our posts, I have mainly used the term “synagogue” to refer to the Jewish house of worship. However, there are several other terms used to describe it, and those terms can tell a lot about the religious background of the Jewish person using them.

The Hebrew term is beit k'nesset (literally, House of Assembly), although you will rarely hear this term used in conversation in English.

The Orthodox and Hasidim typically use the word "shul," which is Yiddish. The word is derived from a German word meaning "school," and emphasizes the synagogue's role as a place of study.

Conservative Jews usually use the word "synagogue," which is actually a Greek translation of Beit K'nesset and means "place of assembly" (it's related to the word "synod").

Reform Jews use the word "temple," because they consider every one of their meeting places to be equivalent to, or a replacement for, The Temple in Jerusalem.

I, a Sephardic European Jew, have always used and always heard the word “synagogue” being used, with some rare exceptions.

The use of the word "temple" to describe modern houses of prayer offends some traditional Jews, because it trivializes the importance of The Temple. The word "shul," on the other hand, is unfamiliar to many modern Jews. When in doubt, the word "synagogue" is the best bet, because everyone knows what it means, and I've never known anyone to be offended by it.

Functions of a Synagogue

At a minimum, a synagogue is a beit tefilah, a house of prayer. It is the place where Jews come together for community prayer services. Jews can satisfy the obligations of daily prayer by praying anywhere; however, there are certain prayers that can only be said in the presence of a minyan (a quorum of 10 adult men), and tradition teaches that there is more merit to praying with a group than there is in praying alone. The sanctity of the synagogue for this purpose is second only to The Temple. In fact, in rabbinical literature, the synagogue is sometimes referred to as the "little Temple."

A synagogue is usually also a beit midrash, a house of study.

Contrary to popular belief, Jewish education does not end at the age of bar mitzvah. For the observant Jew, the study of sacred texts is a life-long task. Thus, a synagogue normally has a well-stocked library of sacred Jewish texts for members of the community to study. It is also the place where children receive their basic religious education.

Most synagogues also have a social hall for religious and non-religious activities. The synagogue often functions as a sort of town hall where matters of importance to the community can be discussed. In addition, the synagogue functions as a social welfare agency, collecting and dispensing money and other items for the aid of the poor and needy within the community.

Organizational Structure

Synagogues are, for the most part, independent community organizations.

In the United States, individual synagogues do not answer to any central authority. There are central organizations for the various movements of Judaism, and synagogues are often affiliated with these organizations, but these organizations have no real power over individual synagogues.

Synagogues are generally run by a board of directors composed of lay people. They manage and maintain the synagogue and its activities, and hire a rabbi and chazzan (cantor) for the community.

Yes, you read that right: Jewish clergy are employees of the synagogue, hired and fired by the lay members of the synagogue. Clergy are not provided by any central organization, as they are in some denominations of Christianity.

However, if a synagogue hires a rabbi or chazzan that is not acceptable to the central organization, they may lose membership in that central organization. For example, if an Orthodox synagogue hires a Reform rabbi, the synagogue will lose membership in the Orthodox Union. If a Conservative synagogue wishes to hire a Reconstructionist rabbi, it must first get permission from the USCJ.

The rabbi usually works with a ritual committee made up of lay members of the synagogue to set standards and procedures for the synagogue. Not surprisingly, there can be tension between the rabbi and the membership (his employers) if they do not have the same standards, for example if the membership wants to serve pepperoni pizza (not kosher) at a synagogue event.

It is worth noting that a synagogue can exist without a rabbi or a chazzan: religious services can be, and often are, conducted by lay people in whole or in part. It is not unusual for a synagogue to be without a rabbi, at least temporarily, and many synagogues, particularly smaller ones, have no chazzan. However, the rabbi and chazzan are valuable members of the community, providing leadership, guidance and education.

Synagogues do not pass around collection plates during services, as many churches do. This is largely because Jewish law prohibits carrying money on holidays and Shabbat.

Tzedakah (charitable donation) is routinely collected at weekday morning services, usually through a centrally-located pushke, but this money is usually given to charity, and not used for synagogue expenses. Instead, synagogues are financed through membership dues paid annually, through voluntary donations, through the purchase of reserved seats for services on Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur(the holidays when the synagogue is most crowded), and through the purchase of various types of memorial plaques.

It is important to note, however, that you do not have to be a member of a synagogue in order to worship there. If you plan to worship at a synagogue regularly and you have the financial means, you should certainly pay your dues to cover your fair share of the synagogue's costs, but no synagogue checks membership cards at the door (except possibly on the High Holidays mentioned above, if there aren't enough seats for everyone).

Ritual items at the Synagogue

The portion of the synagogue where prayer services are performed is commonly called the sanctuary. Synagogues in the United States are generally designed so that the front of the sanctuary is on the side towards Jerusalem, which is the direction that we are supposed to face when reciting certain prayers.

Probably the most important feature of the sanctuary is the Ark, a cabinet or recession in the wall that holds the Torah scrolls. The Ark is also called the Aron Kodesh ("holy cabinet"), and I was once told that the term "ark" is an acrostic of "aron kodesh," although someone else told me that "ark" is just an old word for a chest. In any case, the word has no relation to Noah's Ark, which is the word "teyvat" in Hebrew.

The Ark is generally placed in the front of the room; that is, on the side towards Jerusalem. The Ark has doors as well as an inner curtain called a parokhet. This curtain is in imitation of the curtain in the Sanctuary in The Temple, and is named for it.

During certain prayers, the doors and/or curtain of the Ark may be opened or closed. Opening or closing the doors or curtain is performed by a member of the congregation, and is considered an honor. All congregants stand when the Ark is open.

In front of and slightly above the Ark, you will find the ner tamid, the Eternal Lamp. This lamp symbolizes the commandment to keep a light burning in the Tabernacle outside of the curtain surrounding the Ark of the Covenant. (Ex. 27:20-21).

In addition to the ner tamid, you may find a menorah (candelabrum) in many synagogues, symbolizing the menorah in the Temple. The menorah in the synagogue will generally have six or eight branches instead of the Temple menorah's seven, because exact duplication of the Temple's ritual items is improper.

In the center of the room or in the front you will find a pedestal called the bimah. The Torah scrolls are placed on the bimah when they are read. The bimah is also sometimes used as a podium for leading services. There is an additional, lower lectern in some synagogues called an amud.

In Orthodox synagogues, you will also find a separate section where the women sit. This may be on an upper floor balcony, or in the back of the room, or on the side of the room, separated from the men's section by a wall or curtain called a mechitzah. Men are not permitted to pray in the presence of women, because they are supposed to have their minds on their prayers, not on pretty girls.

That separation is also present in Sephardic synagogues, at least the ones I am aware of. The synagogue I attended at my grandparents’ as a child had women and children on a balcony.

I will discuss the Role of Women in Judaism in another post coming up later.

Non-Jews Visiting a Synagogue

Non-Jews are always welcome to attend services in a synagogue, so long as they behave as proper guests.

Proselytizing and "witnessing" to the congregation are not proper guest behavior. Would you walk into a stranger's house and criticize the decor? But we always welcome non-Jews who come to synagogue out of genuine curiosity, interest in the service or simply to join a friend in celebration of a Jewish event.

When going to a synagogue, you should dress as you would for church: nicely, formally, and modestly. A man should wear a yarmulke/kippah (skullcap) if Jewish men in the congregation do so; those are available at the entrance for those who do not have one.

In some synagogues, married women should also wear a head covering. A piece of lace sometimes called a "chapel hat" is generally provided for this purpose in synagogues where this is required.

Non-Jews should not, however, wear a tallit (prayer shawl) or tefillin, because these items are signs of our obligation to observe Jewish law.

Be careful to know what kind of synagogue you’re attending, and follow the sitting arrangements there. If women and men are separated, you should follow the rule of the congregation.

During services, non-Jews can follow along with the English, which is normally printed side-by-side with the Hebrew in the prayerbook. You may join in with as much or as little of the prayer service as you feel comfortable participating in. You may wish to review Jewish Liturgy before attending the service, to gain a better understanding of what is going on.

Non-Jews should stand whenever the Ark is open and when the Torah is carried to or from the Ark, as a sign of respect for the Torah and for G-d. At any other time where worshippers stand, non-Jews may stand or sit.

For trans people attending a synagogue:

I would recommend checking with your friend (if you’re attending with a friend), or the synagogue itself if you will be able to sit with your gender. It would avoid for you to be on the receiving end of transphobic ideas and experience some difficult times, and maybe dysphoria.

I cannot promise you that all synagogues will be open to trans people sitting with people of the same gender as they identify as.

Modern Judaism tends to accept trans people and allow them to wear kippot if they identify as men. It does also sometimes allow women to wear traditionally “male” garments like kippot, tefillin or tallit.

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Recipe Remix: Fathead Pizza

If you’re alive in the US of A, you’ve likely heard something or other about the “Keto Diet” in the last 6-12 months. I’ll save the bulk of the science, nutrition, and varying philosophies of eating Keto for another blog post, and keep this to a brief discussion of this easy, awesome recipe.

The Fathead Pizza is an internet phenomenon and well-known #lifehack to those who “eat Keto,” but I feel like everyone should know that you can make an entire personal pizza with only 6 carbs in it...regardless of what diet they follow. Especially when it only takes 25 minutes to make! Of course, I altered the original recipe a bit – and so can you! The recipe below is my modified version, and here is a link to the original recipe, should you be so inclined as to compare them.

Just to get it out of the way: Keto is short for Ketosis, which for the purposes of this post, is really just a re-vamped/re-branded Atkins diet or way to say “low carb.” Keto is like, extremely low carb. The (very) general idea is that your body burns carbs for energy before it burns fat. So, if you limit or reduce the amount of carbs, your metabolism switches to burning fat more quickly. That’s the basic concept.

I personally follow a low-carb diet that I wouldn’t go so far as to call Keto, and I do intermittent fasting along with “cheat days” and working out– my diet is sort of a hodge podge of different techniques that have worked for me. I regularly allow actual pizza on my cheat days, and I was raised on my Sicilian grandma’s homemade pizzas...so I really wasn’t in a hurry to try some weirdo, low-carb, diet pizza dough. Which is why I did not try this recipe for so long.

Well my friends, the regret is mine to bear. This was a very simple to make and filling recipe that was a savory, cheesy treat with zero guilt. However, as a Sicilian-American, I feel the need to caution that this DOES NOT TASTE OR FEEL LIKE REGULAR PIZZA. Don’t think of it as a pizza, think of it as a Fathead. It’s totally its own “thing.” If you go into this recipe expecting to come out with pizza dough that resembles bread, you will be sorely disappointed. But if you accept now that this is not pizza, it’s a delicious pizza substitute called a Fathead, you will be exponentially happier with the result. Have you ever had sauce and mozzarella on a base other than dough? Like putting it on Ritz crackers or matzo or toast? No, just me? Well, think of the Fathead dough as thin, soft, cheesy pita instead of regular dough.

OK, enough lead-up. Here is my recipe, tweaked from the original:

Ingredients:

1/2 Cup Shredded Mozzarella

1 Tablespoon Almond Flour

1 Teaspoon Cream Cheese (plain/regular or low-fat) *let it sit out to soften before use

1 Teaspoon Ricotta Cheese (not in original recipe, added by moi)

1 Whole Egg

Salt & Pepper to taste

Sauce + Any other ingredients you want for toppings! (I just used the standard parmesan & romano flavored marinara sauce I buy in the store from a jar for the sauce. If you want to be ambitious and make your own, it will dramatically increase the prep time. Use whatever sauce you normally use and whatever toppings you normally use.)

Materials:

Microwave-safe bowl

Metal fork (not plastic/disposable)

Baking pan/sheet (any flat, oven-safe tray or pan will work)

Parchment paper (NOT wax paper, PARCHMENT)

Instructions:

1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees

2. Get all your ingredients out on the counter and ready to go with your measuring spoons, cups, and materials.

3. Put the 1/2 Cup Mozzarella in a microwave-safe bowl, and heat it in 15-second increments until it is stir-able with the fork.

4. Add in the other two cheeses – cream cheese and ricotta – and stir well with the fork, combining them together. If the cream cheese was left out to soften, this should go pretty smoothly. If it gets hard to stir or the cheese starts to re-solidify, just place back in microwave for short, 5 second intervals until it can be stirred smoothly together. ONCE YOU ADD THE EGG & FLOUR, YOU CAN NO LONGER NUKE IT! This is why you have to get the cheese right before putting the egg in.

5. Once the three cheeses are melted and stirred together, and while the mixture is still a little warm and malleable, mix in the Egg and Almond Flour. Quickly stir together with the fork.

6. Add some salt, pepper, and any other seasonings you want in the dough without going overboard. (I threw in a little garlic powder.) Thoroughly stir and mix together.

At this point, your dough should be a greasy/wet looking glob that looks like this:

7. Now, dump that whole glob of cheese dough onto a sheet of parchment paper! Cover it with a second sheet on top, and just roll that sucker into a circle. (I do not own a rolling pin, I used a metal water bottle. You can use anything cylindrical and smooth - a plastic water bottle that has ridges will screw it up. Remember this dough is not really dough, it’s mostly cheese with a tiny bit of almond flour and some spices, so its going to move around very easily. I rolled it into a general shape that wasn’t a very good circle at first, but then just used my fingers on the edges to round and even it out.) Here is how this step looks:

8. Peel the top piece of parchment paper off and put the bottom one directly onto your baking pan/sheet. Put in the oven for 7-10 minutes. Keep an eye on it and don’t exceed 10 mins on the first heating. (There’s a second one in store!) It should still feel pretty soft, but be solid enough to put sauce and toppings onto. Like this:

9. Put on your sauce, toppings, and extra shredded cheese. If you want to keep this at ~500 cal, don’t go too nuts with the cheese on top. Remember, the base is already made of cheese. But of course it IS supposed to resemble a PIZZA, so just use a reasonable amount on top. I like to put my toppings on the sauce first, then the extra cheese on top. I personally used sliced veggie-hotdogs as pepperoni substitute, along with sautéed mushrooms, onion, and garlic. I cooked them all in a pan on the stove while the base was doing its first round in the oven. See:

10. Put that mofo back in the oven for another 7-10 minutes, monitoring and taking out when it smells crispy and the edges of the “dough” are golden-brown. Add parmesan and seasonings to taste.

If you used PARCHMENT paper and not wax paper, it will be completely non-stick. You should be able to just slide the Fathead from the parchment paper onto a plate pretty easily using a spatula to assist. If you used wax paper even though I explicitly told you not to, you already know you F-ed up because your kitchen smells like burnt candles and is filled with smoke. (I’ve learned from experience.)

Finished Product:

Enjoy this entire Fathead all to yourself! At just over 500 cals for the entire serving, you can GO FOR GOLD. For not being real pizza, this Fathead will satisfy any savory cravings. Plus, it takes much less time than actual dough!

Let me know if you try my spin on Fathead Pizza out and what you think of it! Full process with videos will be added to my YouTube channel shortly =)

And as always, remember these words of wisdom from Dennis Reynolds: “Don’t be a dumb, hungry bitch.”

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What Exactly Is Cupping Therapy? Why Should Anyone Attempt It?

Who Isn’t a Fine Fit for Cupping Therapy?

Cupping Therapy is used in to alleviate muscular pain and provide fresh blood to the treated region. What Exactly Is Cupping Therapy? Why Should Anyone Attempt It?

Cupping can also relieve pain in the back, neck, shoulder, elbow, and knee. Remember that cupping continuously improves pain relief and assists you in doing what you like as quickly as possible.

When the world witnessed Michael Phelps’s enormous purple bruises covering his back and shoulders at the 2016 Rio Olympics, everyone questioned where they came from. Following this, there was a lot of interest in Cupping, which is considered to help alleviate pain, muscle stiffness, and other symptoms. Standard treatment techniques assist more than just Olympic athletes.

Olympic competitors use cupping therapy

The dark red markings on Olympic athletes’ shoulders and backs are not the result of cigar burns. They’re not precisely spherical hickeys, either. Nevertheless, fans watching the Olympics this weekend may have spotted contestants with pepperoni-like bruises and wondered, “What is that?”

When Was Cupping Therapy Recognized as a Medical Treatment?

The marks were circular and dark purple. They looked to be bruises on the back, shoulders, thighs, and calves. Was it only a rash? What kind of illness is it? We quickly understood it was neither.

Cupping has been practiced for hundreds of years by Eastern and Middle Eastern civilizations. Nonetheless, Westerners have only lately become aware of the old medicinal practices used among athletes, among others, due to widespread cultural events such as the televised Olympics.

Cupping treatment is an old Chinese medicine technique that promotes healthy circulation and healing by breaking up skin stagnation and congestion. This therapy has risen in popularity in recent years, particularly among top swimmers and track and field athletes. Cupping therapy for the back and face is provided at a premium spa. A fresh take on a tried-and-true approach.

What Is the Goal of Cupping?

The practitioner uses the cupping method to offer a massage here. It is achieved by applying oil to the skin before inserting the cup, allowing the cup to glide smoothly over the application zone.

Cupping techniques can be utilized on the back, hips, abdomen, and thighs. After a vigorous cupping massage, the skin will turn red, suggesting that circulation has been restored.

Every medical/therapeutic procedure involves some amount of risk. However, when done correctly, Cupping is relatively cheap.

What Exactly Is Cupping Therapy?

This one-of-a-kind treatment includes Cupping, crystal therapy, Auriculouritherapy, aromatherapy, and sound healing.

Fire Cupping therapy is pouring a tiny flame from a cotton swab into a glass cup for a few seconds before applying it directly to the skin. Cupping pulls out inflammation and toxins while simultaneously strengthening the immune system.

It also circulates blood and stimulates circulation, both of which are beneficial to the heart and spleen. Cupping may also aid in removing moisture from the lungs, which may aid in the treatment of a cold, cough, or influenza.

Therapy Suggestions

After you’ve done an internet search for “capping treatment near me” and schedule your first appointment, you’ll want to know how to prepare for your office visit.

Cupping for myofascial pain is a centuries-old treatment based on traditional Asian medicine.

People try to remove scar tissue and fascial adhesions, managing trigger points, improving circulation, relieving pain, and promoting mobility using cupping.

It may also be helpful in various therapeutic circumstances as part of a program designed to enhance functional outcomes. Through lectures and video demonstrations, students will learn about the benefits of cupping methods and how to employ specialized manual treatment equipment to enhance functional outcomes with quantifiable results.

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What Exactly Is Cupping Therapy? Why Should Anyone Attempt It?

Who Isn’t a Fine Fit for Cupping Therapy?

Cupping Therapy is used in to alleviate muscular pain and provide fresh blood to the treated region. What Exactly Is Cupping Therapy? Why Should Anyone Attempt It?

Cupping can also relieve pain in the back, neck, shoulder, elbow, and knee. Remember that cupping continuously improves pain relief and assists you in doing what you like as quickly as possible.

Olympic competitors use cupping therapy

When Was Cupping Therapy Recognized as a Medical Treatment?

The marks were circular and dark purple. They looked to be bruises on the back, shoulders, thighs, and calves. Was it only a rash? What kind of illness is it? We quickly understood it was neither.

What Is the Goal of Cupping?

The practitioner uses the cupping method to offer a massage here. It is achieved by applying oil to the skin before inserting the cup, allowing the cup to glide smoothly over the application zone.

Cupping techniques can be utilized on the back, hips, abdomen, and thighs. After a vigorous cupping massage, the skin will turn red, suggesting that circulation has been restored.

Every medical/therapeutic procedure involves some amount of risk. However, when done correctly, Cupping is relatively cheap.

What Exactly Is Cupping Therapy?

This one-of-a-kind treatment includes Cupping, crystal therapy, Auriculouritherapy, aromatherapy, and sound healing.

Therapy Suggestions

After you’ve done an internet search for “capping treatment near me” and schedule your first appointment, you’ll want to know how to prepare for your office visit.

Cupping for myofascial pain is a centuries-old treatment based on traditional Asian medicine.

People try to remove scar tissue and fascial adhesions, managing trigger points, improving circulation, relieving pain, and promoting mobility using cupping.

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kokido-kuku · 3 years

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What Exactly Is Cupping Therapy? Why Should Anyone Attempt It?

Who Isn’t a Fine Fit for Cupping Therapy?

Cupping Therapy is used in to alleviate muscular pain and provide fresh blood to the treated region. What Exactly Is Cupping Therapy? Why Should Anyone Attempt It?

Cupping can also relieve pain in the back, neck, shoulder, elbow, and knee. Remember that cupping continuously improves pain relief and assists you in doing what you like as quickly as possible.

Olympic competitors use cupping therapy

When Was Cupping Therapy Recognized as a Medical Treatment?

The marks were circular and dark purple. They looked to be bruises on the back, shoulders, thighs, and calves. Was it only a rash? What kind of illness is it? We quickly understood it was neither.

What Is the Goal of Cupping?

The practitioner uses the cupping method to offer a massage here. It is achieved by applying oil to the skin before inserting the cup, allowing the cup to glide smoothly over the application zone.

Cupping techniques can be utilized on the back, hips, abdomen, and thighs. After a vigorous cupping massage, the skin will turn red, suggesting that circulation has been restored.

Every medical/therapeutic procedure involves some amount of risk. However, when done correctly, Cupping is relatively cheap.

What Exactly Is Cupping Therapy?

This one-of-a-kind treatment includes Cupping, crystal therapy, Auriculouritherapy, aromatherapy, and sound healing.

Therapy Suggestions

After you’ve done an internet search for “capping treatment near me” and schedule your first appointment, you’ll want to know how to prepare for your office visit.

Cupping for myofascial pain is a centuries-old treatment based on traditional Asian medicine.

People try to remove scar tissue and fascial adhesions, managing trigger points, improving circulation, relieving pain, and promoting mobility using cupping.

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anakinsbugs · 3 years

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What Exactly Is Cupping Therapy? Why Should Anyone Attempt It?

Who Isn’t a Fine Fit for Cupping Therapy?

Cupping Therapy is used in to alleviate muscular pain and provide fresh blood to the treated region. What Exactly Is Cupping Therapy? Why Should Anyone Attempt It?

Cupping can also relieve pain in the back, neck, shoulder, elbow, and knee. Remember that cupping continuously improves pain relief and assists you in doing what you like as quickly as possible.

Olympic competitors use cupping therapy

When Was Cupping Therapy Recognized as a Medical Treatment?

The marks were circular and dark purple. They looked to be bruises on the back, shoulders, thighs, and calves. Was it only a rash? What kind of illness is it? We quickly understood it was neither.

What Is the Goal of Cupping?

The practitioner uses the cupping method to offer a massage here. It is achieved by applying oil to the skin before inserting the cup, allowing the cup to glide smoothly over the application zone.

Cupping techniques can be utilized on the back, hips, abdomen, and thighs. After a vigorous cupping massage, the skin will turn red, suggesting that circulation has been restored.

Every medical/therapeutic procedure involves some amount of risk. However, when done correctly, Cupping is relatively cheap.

What Exactly Is Cupping Therapy?

This one-of-a-kind treatment includes Cupping, crystal therapy, Auriculouritherapy, aromatherapy, and sound healing.

Therapy Suggestions

After you’ve done an internet search for “capping treatment near me” and schedule your first appointment, you’ll want to know how to prepare for your office visit.

Cupping for myofascial pain is a centuries-old treatment based on traditional Asian medicine.

People try to remove scar tissue and fascial adhesions, managing trigger points, improving circulation, relieving pain, and promoting mobility using cupping.

Brought To You By:

The Article What Exactly Is Cupping Therapy? Why Should Anyone Attempt It? First Appeared ON

This post What Exactly Is Cupping Therapy? Why Should Anyone Attempt It? first appeared on Walrus Video

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