#the minimal training he had in using them at their much weaker when his existence was not as altered by his screwed up connection

[youryanderedaddy]

Love Fuel

Summary: You were Jason’s first love before you broke his heart and rejected him. It’s all your fault that he can’t move on.

Tw: female reader, obsessive behavior, incel behavior, nice guy behavior, self - hatred, threats of non-con, implied non - con, implied masturbation, bullying based on appearance (not reader), deregatory language, kidnapping, misogyny, generalizations, stalking

this is a hot mess but its 1 am and i am tired, ik that incels are bad irl (obviously), but this is fiction and I kinda wanted to explore the dynamic and shit. 

Everyone used to call him JJ or The-Big-Jay back in high school. Well, most of the time his classmates weren’t really calling out to him or even talking to him, the names were whispered behind his back, after he had just passed the hallway, or on bad days - right to his face. The jocks, these dumb motherfuckers, would beat him up, mock him for whatever stupid reasons they had chosen to use as an excuse to torment the smaller and weaker. The popular girls would giggle like brainless bimbos as Kyle or Brad or any other football player stole his glasses or continuously punched him in the guts until he threw up all over the floor. Even the nerds, the kids at the bottom of the school hierarchy, messed with Jason from time to time when they wanted to feel the oh - so desired rush of power they so rarely managed to experience. 

Looking back, Jason could see why his classmates hated him so much - he was everything that society deemed as wrong and unattractive. He was thin, pale, “scrawny” as the others called him, on the shorter side, and on top of that the teen was terribly shy and introverted, never having the guts to stand up to his bullies or even tell someone about the abuse. The male spent most of his free time at home, playing hours upon hours of video games, watching anime and reading books he was simply too young to understand or look critically at. As he grew older, the man began to view the world as it trully was - a dark, miserable place that ate up sore losers like him. Men were primitive and foolish, which somehow managed to soften their faults. Women, on the other hand, were  calculative and manipulative, greedy and sinful. His whole life they had done nothing but reject him when he needed love and support the most. Of course, there were many other reason why the brunette detested the weaker sex. In his eyes women were evil two - faced sluts, showing off their bodies yet acting innocent and hurt once someone finally decided to use them for the only thing they were actually good for.

But you Jason hated the most. You reminded him that no matter how much he hated the outside world, he would always hate himself the most. He had to admit you were pretty, painfully so, with a perfect little body to match your looks and a sweet sugary smile that almost deceived him years ago. As much as the man regretted his weakness, he had fallen right into your trap at the time.

You weren’t the most popular girl, but you had your fair share of friends, all nice and loyal like puppies. You weren’t the smartest either, but unlike the other stupid giggling sluts you always tried to do your best. You were beautiful just like them but you were actually kind to the pathetic bullied kid no one else bothered to acknowledge even existed outside of being a punching bag. You always asked him whether he was alright and often took him to the infirmary when he looked paler and sicker than usual. You talked to him as if he was a normal human being and despite the initial doubt, Jason appreciated it. 

It was the last day of your senior year when the teen finally gained the courage to confess. He was shaking the whole time and by the end of his little speech there were small tears in the corner of his eye. You were the first girl the male cared about, the first one to show him kindness, to offer him friendship without asking for something in return. You were the only one who could make him feel deserving of love, worthy of affection. And then you took it all away in a matter of seconds.

“I am sorry, bud.” You had said that day after giving him a  half - hearted hug and an apologetic smile, that started to seem more and more like a mocking grin the longer the teen started at you. “I already have a boyfriend, but I am really flattered. I am sure that you will find a lovely girl once you start college.” You had added quickly, cheerfully, rubbing the salt all over his wounds, honey dripping from your plump red lips. He had wanted to kiss them, bruise them, bite them until your stupid lying mouth was filled with blood. Obviously you didn’t have a boyfriend or he would have known by now, he stalked your social media religiously after all. Even if you had one, he probably treated you like shit. And how could you even suggest him finding another woman? As if he wanted any of the stupid money - grabbing sluts out there. As if some of them could replace you.

The boy was too furious to form a proper response besides “Fuck you, bitch”. His cheeks turned red and he didn’t realise that the bitter words had escaped his lips before he could stop them, then his legs took him far away from that shithole of a school. He didn’t manage to see your reaction before running away but it didn’t matter anymore. You were just like the others. 

***

That day Jason swore to show you just how small and insignificant you had made him feel. He wanted to see you crumble, cry and beg for forgiveness, desperate for his love but never good enough to get it. The man formed a plan to change himself and come back for you once he had erased each and every trace of his past. The brunette came to terms with his terrible social anxiety and decided that he needed to gain social abilities more than anything. That’s why, as much as he dreamt of working from home as a boring programmer with an even more boring, but flexible working schelude, the male chose to study something that involved a lot more human interactions. The next step was to hit the gym for the first time and get a monthly subscription. It wasn’t hard to see that females nowadays liked brain - dead athletes with defined jawline and cheekbones, toned chests and strong muscled bodies, so if he wanted to impress you, he had to look his best. It wasn’t easy at first - it felt like everyone in the fitness salon had their eyes on his weak frame, laughing and pointing their fingers at his imperfections, but things gradually got better as time went on. The trainings became easier to get through and from time to time they even helped the man forget about his loneliness and nihilism. 

Jason soon returned to his old habbit of spending hours looking through your accounts - Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, he knew all of your usernames, each post, every picture and text. He couldn’t believe how much of a desperate attention whore you had become over the years. The male remembered you in your long brown skirts, cozy sweatshirts and pure-white shirts, all the gray buttons closed to the very top, blushing, laughing, smiling like the adorable Goody-two-shoes you were. Now you were smirking seductively in every photo, overconfident and vibrant, flaunting your tits for every man to see and wearing tight little dresses that barelly covered your ass combined with heels so high and sharp they could be used as a weapon. You were such a stupid slut it was disgusting, and he couldn’t stop himself from jerking off every single time he saw your pretty little face on the screen. He wanted to cum down your throat so badly it was ridiculous, and even after knowing that you had probably already had hundreds of cocks shoved deep inside your pussy, the brunette still wished to see you split open on his, taking his lenght like a good little cocksleeve. 

***

The moment when he could see you again finally came. How many years had passed since graduation - five, ten, fifthteen? It hardly mattered. Jason was successful, at last. The male had his own business that was doing surprisingly well, there were some guys from the gym he could call friends and the best thing, he looked absolutely unrecognizable. There was nothing left of the tiny scrawny kid with quiet voice that everyone stepped over, he was now replaced by a strong capable man, determined to get what was rightfully his and his alone.

It wasn’t hard to find you since the brunette knew everything about you - where your job was, what time you finished, how long it took you to go home and what path you took. You lived alone and worked as a barista in a small local cafe even now that you had finished your studies in your dream faculty. Turns out the princess wasn’t so great and smart after all, having to resort to working a minimal - wage job day and night just to be able to pay her rent. Jason was absolutely delighted though, he loved your stupid dead - end job and your endless struggles to survive in the materialistic world honestly and fairly without selling yourself like a common whore. On one hand the male was happy that you had clung onto your last bit of innocence and on the other your pitiful lifestyle gave him the chance to snatch you away much easier. And that’s exactly what he did.

 ***

You woke up confused just like he had expected, bombarding him with questions, asking him who he was was, begging him to let you go, to at least explain what’s happening. You were so dumb, but God, you were still so pretty, if not prettier than before. You cried so beautifully when Jason told you you belonged to him now and you cried even more when he slammed his cold rough lips over yours in a deep wet kiss. You whimpered and whined while the male sucked on your lower lip and bit down, good, he wanted it to hurt. The stalker couldn’t wait to be inside you, he couldn’t hold back anymore. 

He climbed on top of you and pinned your wrists to the floor before tying them up with delicate red rope and tightening it. It wasn’t like the man was scared of you slipping away and hurting him, you were too weak and tiny to stand a chance against his years of power - lifting and muscle - training anyways, he just wanted you to be as uncomfortable and squirmish as possible. Your tormentor wished for you to be in worse pain than he had been during his youthful years, and he knew exactly what to do. Next thing you knew Jason had ripped your dress apart, leaving you vulnerable and exposed in just your plain old panties and bra. Cold shivers ran down your spine when the chilly air hit your naked flesh and you finally realized there wasn’t getting away from this. You had to stay there, limbs bound together, unable to move or fight back, the stranger’s hands caressing your neck before moving dangerously close to your clothed breasts. You felt so sick you were going to throw up for sure if your abductor didn’t step back so you decided to use your last resort.

“Jason, please stop!” You screamed out of the blue, forcing the brunette to freeze instantly at the use of his birth name. You had already called him a pervert and a psycho which didn’t seem to faze him, but the name clearly caught him off guard. This only seemed to prove your theory further - the man really was your former classmate, despite the only similarity between them being the dark distant look in his eyes. “I beg you, don’t hurt me!” You continued, hoping to at least buy yourself more time before the assault took place. 

He gulped loudly and stared at your quivering form. The impossible had happened, you had recognized him and now together with fear, there was also pity in your gaze, the one emotion your captor absolutely despised. You used to be the only one who pitied him, and even now that he was bigger, better and stronger than before, you still had the guts to pity him. It drove him insane but any attempt to hurt or touch you was fruitless now - your soft skin was suddenly burning his fingers like hellfire. 

“You must be thinking that I am a monster.” Jason started out dryly, chuckling bitterly, humorlessly even. He clenched his fists unconsciously and brought them to the floor in a fit of rage, missing your head by mere inches. Your heart was beating like crazy and you only hoped the mandman couldn’t hear it. “A freak.” The man spat out the word like it was a curse and for a split second his eyes softened before turning into two spinning torches. “Right?” You were sure that if looks could kill, his would have you dead by the end of the night so you quickly nodded your head no.

“You are lying to me again, pretty girl.” The brunette replied feisty, "pretty” rolling off his tongue like an insult. Then he broke into hoarse maniac laugher and lowered his head so his face leveled up with yours, so close you could feel his warm breath on your tear - stained cheek. “When I am done with you, you wouldn’t be so pretty anymore, darling.” Your captor growled and attacked your neck, sinking his teeth deep into the flesh. “You will see exaclty how ugly my love is.”

#yandere #yandere oneshot #male yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere oc #yancore #yandere male x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere smut #yandere x you

[kitsune-translates]

SCI 谜案集 [English Translation] Case 1: Number Killer

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Number killer 16 Academic　

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang have only come up with a speculation, but to prove that Xu and Zhang actually killed someone, they still need evidences.

In addition, professor Xu and Dr Zhan are both highly regarded in academia. Why spend all these efforts to kill an ordinary student? And what does it have to do with Zhan Zhao, is what Bai Yutang cares about the most.

The two of them decide to stay put and watch how it unfolds first. Bai Yutang gets Zhang Long to dig deeper into Professor Xu and Dr Zhang's background.

The tech team has set up pinhole cameras on level 13 and Xu Qing has arranged for surveillance around the school. After which, the police left the University.

By the time Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang return to S.C.I. office, the sky has already turned dark. 

Jiang Ping is busy on his computer. He has scanned the paper pieces Wang Chao and the rest brought back from Wu Hao's place and is working on image recovery analysis.

Gongsun comes out of the autopsy room with a piece of bread in his mouth and holding Li Feifan's autopsy report. 

He has found a grey spot on Li Feifan's neck and signs of skin damage, likely caused by a taser.

This further supports Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang's theory. 

Zhao Hu asks in alarm, “Gongsun, were you eating while doing the autopsy?”

Gongsun turns around to look at him, chuckles chillingly and leans closer to say in a hair-raising tone, “Eating what?”

Zhao Hu yelps, “Oh my god” in fear and runs off.

The entire team decides to overtime in S.C.I. since none of them felt like sleeping.

Zhan Zhao has been on his computer typing the moment he returned to his office. Bai Yutang makes a round in the office and follows into Zhan Zhao’s office.

“Have you not seen the sign outside?” Zhan Zhao points at the ‘Do Not Disturb” sign outside of the door.

“I saw.” Bai Yutang sits down opposite Zhan Zhao, “Doesn’t it say ‘Welcome’?”

Rage! Zhan Zhao decides to ignore him and continues typing.

“What are you writing? Horror novel again?” Bai Yutang moves closer.

“When have I ever written novels? Those were research papers.” Zhan Zhao stresses.

“Hmm…” Bai Yutang picks up some books on Zhan Zhao’s desk at random, “Look at these book titles, <The Nature of Psychopathic Tendency>, <Reason and Barbarism>, <Dissection, Dismemberment and Disposal of bodies>…”

Bai Yutang throws the books back onto Zhan Zhao’s table like they were cockroaches, “Are these not horror novels?”

Zhan Zhao rolls his eyes at him vigorously, “Get out! You are distracting me.”

Bai Yutang leans in even closer, “What have you been working on? You have been writing a lot this couple of days.”

Zhan Zhao continues to type without looking up, “It’s about OCD. I have published a few pieces on the <International Journal of Psychology> (1) and gotten pretty good responses. My editor wants me to write them into a book.”

“OCD?” Bai Yutang slouches onto the desk and puts his hands against his chin, “What’s the difference between OCD and mental illness?”

Zhan Zhao would very much like to throw the mouse at his nose, “The only thing you can tell the difference is between a living man and a dead person!”

Bai Yutang grins at Zhan Zhao's annoyed expression and starts to look up and down the desk and the bookshelves, "Is that the <International Journal of Psychology>?" He points at a few thick magazines on the bookshelf. 

"Yep." Zhan Zhao takes a quick look and nods. 

Bai Yutang collects the magazines from the bookshelf and starts to flip through, “<Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and Psychological Suggestions>?”

Zhan Zhao gives him another look, “Yep, that's the one.”

Bai Yutang reads silently for some time before asking, “Cat, is this in English?”

Zhan Zhao frowns, continues to write and ignores him.

“Why do they look like English words separately, but don't read like English in a sentence?” Bai Yutang falls back into his seat holding the magazine, “The effect of suggestion on a normal individual is minimal, but for OCD patients it could be extreme. However, most people in the world has OCD on the subconscious level.”

Bai Yutang finishes the sentence with an open mouth, “Is this even human language anymore?”

Zhan Zhao crinkles his nose and looks at him as if he is illiterate, “In writing it is. But coming from your mouth, it doesn't sound so much like it anymore.”

Bai Yutang shrugs and continues, “For an OCD patient, once one is able to find the root for his disorder, suggestion can be used easily to change the patient's subconscious...” He shakes his head, “what does this mean?”

“It means what it says.” Zhan Zhao takes a sip of his tea and looks out of the office door, “Don't you have anything else better to do?”

But Bai Yutang seems fascinated by the article, he asks Zhan Zhao, “You mean, by using suggestion on someone with OCD, it can cause hallucinations?”

“Yep.” Zhan Zhao nods, “For those with a weaker will, it can directly disrupt his line of thoughts and beliefs. Or even cognition breakdown for the serious cases.”

"Oh? Prove it!" Bai Yutang points at his own nose, “Cause a breakdown.”

Zhan Zhao looks at him, tilting his head and then shakes his head, “You don't fulfil the criteria.”

“What criteria?” Bai Yutang asks.

Zhan Zhao finally shifts his attention away from his laptop and stares at Bai Yutang, “It needs to be someone with weaker willpower, less logical and poorer in communication skills.”

Bai Yutang considers, “So someone more cowardly, absent-minded and stupid?”

Zhan Zhao thought about it in a disgusted expression but nods anyway.

Bai Yutang grins in satisfaction, “Then that's easy.” He yells out to outside, “Zhao Hu.”

...

Zhan Zhao spots Zhao Hu running in cheerfully from afar and asks Bai Yutang in surprise, “What do you want to do?”

Bai Yutang smiles, “There is no need to cause a breakdown. Just confuse him will do.”  He pulls Zhao Hu in the office and seats him down in front of Zhan Zhao. 

He closes the door and draws the curtain. 

Zhao Hu look confused. He looks up at Zhan Zhao and then Bai Yutang, “Cap? What's going on?”

Bai Yutang winks at Zhan Zhao, meaning ‘this one fulfils the criteria’.

Zhan Zhao sighed in resignation and looks at Zhao Hu in pity. 

Bai Yutang raises his chin at Zhan Zhao in challenge, “If you can't do it, then you are lying.” 

Zhan Zhao looks at Bai Yutang's incredibly smug expression and clenched his teeth before looking at Zhao Hu, thinking, ‘Well, do it for science.’ Poor Zhao Hu has now become an experiment. 

“Zhao Hu, are you really Zhao Hu?” Zhan Zhao closes his laptop and asks Zhao Hu seriously. 

“Huh?” Zhao Hu blinks, “Dr Zhan, what do you mean?”

Zhan Zhao wears a grave expression, “Are you really Zhao Hu?”

Zhao Hu shudders uncontrollably and turns his head to ask Bai Yutang, “Cap? What's wrong?”

Bai Yutang holds back his laughter and says sternly, “Answer the question.”

Nodding in fear, Zhao Hu says shakily, “Y.. Yes.”

“Based on what evidence?” Zhan Zhao continues to ask. 

“...? My... personal ID?” Zhao Hu reaches in pocket to fetch his wallet. 

Zhan Zhao slams the table, “What evidence do you have that proves you are the same Zhao Hu as yesterday?”

……¯□¯……

Zhao Hu opens his mouth stupidly, “Yesterday... Yesterday and... Today... There's a difference?”

Zhan Zhao says, “I recall your grandfather has passed away?”

“... Ah. Yes...” Zhao Hu nods but he isn't following Zhan Zhao's train of thoughts anymore.

“Are you sure you had a grandfather?” Zhan Zhao asks. 

……¯□¯……

Zhao Hu has begun to get confused, “That... Didn't I just say it? He…he passed away, already.”

Zhan Zhao slams the table forcefully again, “Who can prove it?”

Zhao Hu almost jumps, “I... I can prove it, and my parents...”

Zhan Zhao sits back down and take a sip of his tea, “You mean, you have memories about him?”

“Yes! Yes!” Zhao Hu nods immediately.

“Then what if the memory is fake?”

....

“Fake?” Zhao Hu's eyes are looking like they have spirals in them (2), he looks at Zhan Zhao guilelessly.

Zhan Zhao continues slowly, “Think about it. What if, your grandfather has never existed. You and your family have been implanted with memories about your grandfather. Can you say for sure your grandfather has existed?”

Zhao Hu widens his eyes and looks at Zhan Zhao in shock. 

Zhan Zhao continues, “This is like people claiming aliens exist, but where’s the evidences?”

“... I... I don't know?” Zhao Hu moves his mouth, not knowing what to do. 

“Maybe you are an alien?” Zhan Zhao stares into Zhao Hu's eyes. 

……¯□¯……

Zhao Hu looks like he just got strafed by AK47. 

Bai Yutang waves his hands on the side, meaning, ‘That's enough, he is already plenty confused.’

Zhan Zhao refuses with a firm look, thinking, ‘This is just the start. I have to let you know what I'm capable of today.’

“Maybe, your whole family are aliens, just that you have been implanted with human memories and believe you are humans instead." Zhan Zhao smiles meaningfully, “Or maybe, Zhao Hu of yesterday has already dead. And the person here today is not Zhao Hu, but someone implanted with Zhao Hu's memories. Can you prove me wrong?”

After a moment of silence, Zhao Hu howls “Ahhhhhhhh”, leaping out of his chair and out of Zhan Zhao's office. He grabs onto Wang Chao walking towards him and wails, “Who am I?! Who am I?! I don't want to be an alien!!”

...The whole office, freezes collectively... 

Bai Yutang might have hurt himself laughing against the bookshelves.

Zhan Zhao folds his sleeve up elegantly. A tiger who doesn't roar would be mistaken as a sickly cat. He sits back down and opens his laptop to continue writing.

After Bai Yutang has laughed enough, he left Zhan Zhao's office. Not long after, he returns with a whole stack of files and drops them in front of Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao looks up and sees that they are the files of the victims of this ‘Number Killer’ case. 

Bai Yutang asks meaningfully, “Cat, see if these folks fulfils the criteria for OCD and psychological suggestion.”

Zhan Zhao blinks and looks at Bai Yutang in understanding, “Oh, mouse, that's genius.”

Translator’s Footnote:

(1)    I am very surprised International Journal of Psychology actually do exist.

(2)    In case anyone need visualization of the spiral eyes: 

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#sci mianji #sci谜案集 #SCI 谜案集 #next chap is a bit long it will take a while

[pokemagines]

kalos elite four, lysandre & sycamore + hunger games au

elesa’s anon asked: Headcanons for how the kalos elite 4 plus Lysandre and sycamore would react to being in the hunger games? (Their most likely home district, their reaping reactions, their behavior at training, their gameplay strategy, and their likelihood of winning)

a/n: i’ve been in such a bad place mentally lately, so sorry if this ask is lackluster! i’m trying to get happier asks out of the way since a lot of the ones on my plate are angsty and don’t really help my mental health that much, so... sorry for making some of you wait TT TT without further ado, here’s that au you asked for lol. signed, mod elesa.

malva

district 1 representative alongside blaine.

malva is more than thrilled to be reaped — after all, her family comes from a long line of victors. her siblings grew up with the hunger games as an initiation of sorts into the family line. 

she’s been training since she was practically born. the capitol claims malva was “bred” for the hunger games, as she aced everything during her training with little effort.

malva plans to team up with siebold and eliminate all of the weaker competition before they can get the upper hand. her main target is diantha from district 3. once she uses siebold for his strength, she’s planning to kill him as well and win the games.

her long line of history and lifelong training has led up to this moment. if she doesn’t win, everyone will be shocked. malva is a formidable opponent and is practically guaranteed to win... that is, if siebold doesn’t betray her beforehand. she doesn’t have high hopes for blaine since he doesn’t seem to like her very much.

siebold

district 4 representative alongside misty.

what a proud boy. he’s the first in his family line to be reaped randomly rather than volunteering like his predecessors. not all of them had won, but the ones that did... he wanted to be like them, move into the victor homes, and live a cushy life with his family.

siebold, like malva, has been training his entire life. he grew up in the wilderness identifying plants, fish, animals and such. his foresting skills are higher than anyone else’s. his main weapon during training ends up being, like the future finnick odair, a trident.

siebold’s strategy is to team up with malva, his strongest competitor and the one most likely to kill him, until most of the competition has been cleared out. siebold rose to popularity after he displayed a glorious aquatic ensemble during the tribute parade. most of his fans are women, and they send him many gifts throughout the course of the game.

he’s not necessarily concerned about whether or not he’s going to win. all his family told him was to kill malva, as her family line was the one responsible for snatching the win from his great grandmother. as long as he does that, he’ll be fine. honestly, he’ll let misty tire herself out, let her be killed by malva to have her suspect his guard is down, and then kill her.

wikstrom

district 7 representative alongside korrina.

a brother and sister fated to kill each other in the hunger games. their parents burst into tears, and korrina breaks down crying on stage when her big brother wikstrom is called. neither of them are happy, and he’s willing to do anything to make sure korrina stays alive.

wikstrom is skilled with the likes of the axe (and surprisingly the sword). he knows which trees have the thickest branches, and how powerful each one is when swung. he knows exactly what he’s doing — he’s more worried about helping his frail little sister efficiently wield an axe.

his strategy is to potentially team up with the district 5 representatives, bruno and maylene, to have efficient manpower to take out malva. if that doesn’t work out, he’s willing to team up with the weaker districts to band together and defeat the more worrisome opponents before disbanding and resuming the game.

wikstrom wants his sister to win. he does not want to win by himself — he will only win if he knows his sister will be saved alongside him. when him and his sister are the only two left, he’ll be happy. if he dies before that, he’s given bruno and maylene the task of protecting korrina until they are no longer able. he promises if they keep his sister safe that their families will be compensated when she wins and won’t have to worry about living in poverty.

drasna

district 8 representative alongside lance.

drasna didn’t know lance, and lance didn’t know drasna. they didn’t even know they existed until the reaping. drasna’s mother was heartbroken; lance’s father was proud, while lance hid his fear under a mask of apathy and determination. drasna and lance eventually build a camaraderie that blossoms during the tribute parade where they promise to end the hunger games.

drasna isn’t really skilled with any weapon besides the machinery she’s worked with in the textile factory, but she ends up picking up a pair of daggers she treats as morbid knitting needles to stab her opponents in the eyes. her training is spent adjusting to the weights of literally any handheld weapon she can get her hands on.

her strategy is to remain hidden and snipe unsuspecting enemies by dropping from the trees and impaling them through the head. though, that technique only works so often, and she has to resort to learning to throw knives as well.

drasna’s likelihood of winning is probably one of the slimmest. she does not have any prior experience with a weapon, nor is she built for extensive periods of physical activity. somehow, she hopes her charisma will win her the games.

lysandre

district 3 representative alongside diantha.

of course, lysandre wasn’t too thrilled to be picked for the games — but, it wasn’t a choice he could really ignore. he volunteered as tribute after his childhood friend and true love, diantha, was picked. they entered the games together and promised they would win.

lysandre is an expert in electronics, fashioning homemade bombs and traps since he was a kid. his grandmother, a previous winner of the hunger games, made sure he knew his way around electronics in case he was ever reaped for the games. 

he is rather silent during training, more focused on strategy and plans to keep him and diantha out of harms way while minimizing harm to others if he can help it.

out of the contestants, if lysandre plays his cards correctly and manages to avoid the wrath of malva and siebold, he should be set. that is only secured if everything goes according to plan and he has the materials to create a weapon that will help him win.

sycamore

the chief of district 13, a non-participant in the hunger games.

he... doesn’t participate in the games, clearly, since 13 has seceded from panem and operates covertly underground. he does watch the games, however, in hopes of finding a new symbol for the rebellion.

clearly malva and blaine are ruled out, as are lysandre and (potentially) diantha. korrina is portrayed as too weak in the media, while wikstrom’s image doesn’t quite appeal to the masses. drasna and lance have practically no chance of winning... siebold and misty are from a wealthy district, there’s no chance they’d rebel. the only one who stands a good chance is diantha, but that’s slim happenings.

if he had to choose, though, it’d either be diantha or korrina. or, perhaps, that serena woman from district 9...

sycamore is surprised to find that by some divine intervention, siebold and korrina are allowed to take the victor spot despite being from different districts and technically having to compete to the death until one rises victorious.

#malva #siebold #wikstrom #drasna #lysandre #sycamore #korrina #lance #kalos elite four #elite four malva #elite four siebold #elite four wikstrom #elite four drasna #malva (pokemon) #siebold (pokemon) #wikstrom (pokemon) #drasna (pokemon) #lysandre (pokemon) #sycamore (pokemon) #professor sycamore #korrina (pokemon) #lance (pokemon) #kalos #kanto #johto #hunger games au #au #imagine #headcanons #pokemon imagines

[die-nachbarin]

“Now I’ve Got You, You SOB”

I was in a training class for work for the past few days, and the instructor mentioned Eric Berne’s book Games People Play, a psychology book about people playing dysfunctional games in their day-to-day interactions with each other. One of the “games” described in the book, that my teacher said was the most interesting to her, was called “Now I’ve Got You, You Son of a Bitch,” where someone with anger issues waits for you to make a mistake and then uses it as the jumping off point for blowing it up into a larger conflict where they can turn it to extensive personal criticisms of your whole mindset and way of life (here’s the original short description of the game from Eric Berne):

“White needed some plumbing fixtures installed, and he reviewed the costs very carefully with the plumber before giving him a go-ahead. The price was set, and it was agreed that there would be no extras. When the plumber submitted his bill, he included a few dollars extra for an unexpected valve that had to be installed – about four dollars on a four-hundred-dollar job. White became infuriated, called the plumber on the phone and demanded an explanation. The plumber would not back down. White wrote him a long letter criticizing his integrity and ethics and refused to pay the bill until the extra charge was withdrawn. The plumber finally gave in.

“It soon became obvious that both White and the plumber were playing games. … Since White had the plumber’s word, the plumber was clearly in the wrong. White now felt justified in venting almost unlimited rage against him. Instead of merely negotiating in a dignified way that befitted the Adult standards he set for himself, perhaps with a little innocent annoyance, White took the opportunity to make extensive criticisms of the plumber’s whole way of living… White was exploiting his trivial but socially defensible objection (position) to vent the pent-up furies of many years on his cozening opponent …”

I’ve known two people in my life who liked to play the “gotcha” game. One was a former boss. She was supposed to be a lead analyst, but it was clear that what she really wanted was to be an investigator, because instead of doing neutral, non-adversarial, information-gathering interviews like we were supposed to, instead she would ask interviewees a bunch of leading questions to try to catch them making minor mistakes and then ream them and their entire organization for it. Her favorite thing was to lead a campaign to try to get someone fired for whatever small mistakes she found, or harass them into quitting. Eventually she turned that behavior on me, and wound up getting fired herself for the abusive behavior.

The other person is a friend’s partner who appears to be very controlling and emotionally/verbally abusive. She posted online about how a contractor didn’t do a job the way she wanted, and then she was asking all her friends to help her start a campaign of vengeance where she would completely ruin the contractor’s reputation and destroy their ability to do any business in the future. Another time she was gleefully vaguebooking about how she was about to catch someone in a lie, and she loved to see people walk themselves into that trap with her (clearly, so she could get them at a moral disadvantage and then vent her rage on them). She did enough posts like that to make it clear this was a pattern with her. I think she also sets her partner up to deliberately put him in situations where he’ll make mistakes, so she can yell at him.

I think it’s a really common game for people with abusive personalities to play, because if they can find some minor error to latch onto, it makes them feel morally justified for their abusive behavior. This blog post also had a good explanation of how the game works:

Eric Berne, the great euhemerus of Transactional Analysis and originator of social game theory, observed that most people would not be able to tolerate continuous intimacy. Therefore, rituals, activities, pastimes, games, and even withdrawal serve a useful social purpose, at times. It is the addictive compulsion to rely upon the drama triangle of social games, due to an underdeveloped or damaged capacity for intimacy, which threatens the quality of our personal relationships, and it is the awareness of the existence of a choice that defines autonomy.

He identified somewhere around thirty different TA games in his famous book Games People Play, which he first published in 1964.  In the decades since Games was published, other TA specialists have identified many more. Yet to this day, two of the most widely-played games continue to be NIGYSOB (an acronym for “Now I’ve got you, you son of a bitch”), and Kick  Me.

NIGYSOB

NIGYSOB is perhaps the easier of the two games to spot. It is an entrapment game, played by people for whom anger is an important, recurring feeling. This anger may be demonstrated in obvious ways, or it may be submerged. It may build up slowly, or it may build up quickly and violently. But no matter what its depth, or how quickly it builds up, it is always released when a NIGYSOB player sets up other people to do something that enables him to justify yelling at them, and to thus relieve the anger that he has built up in himself (and to feel “better,” or less frustrated, as a result).

In business, NIGYSOB players tend to select people to play with who are in positions of lesser authority and who have little or no obvious interest in resisting entrapment. At home, the stronger of the two spouses usually chooses the weaker spouse to play NIGYSOB with, and mothers and fathers usually select their own sons and daughters.

Occasionally, the opening move in a game of NIGYSOB may be one of the traditional “Isn’t it true that…?” variety – the types of questions used so often by hostile lawyers, TV interviewers, and reporters to entrap their witnesses, guests, and the people who they are interviewing. But more often than not, the opening move in a game of NIGYSOB will be even less obvious – perhaps, for example, some innocuous-sounding statement of fact, like, “I thought you were going to…,” a statement that is equally, if not even more effective, in luring the other person into a trap when he responds “incorrectly.”

Every NIGYSOB player needs a person to play with, and most players need a person with enough skill and experience to help them maintain the forward momentum of the games that they play. Games are always preprogrammed. Each move is always followed by a expected response – a complementary, hoped-for response provided by the next player that challenges or answers the first player in a way that permits the first player to still remain in the game. Without this sort of unconscious help, the first player would often be at a loss as to what to say or do next …

Another model of NIGYSOB behavior to me is actually Jehovah, in the Hebrew Bible! Jehovah is basically an asshole. He sets up rules that people can never completely follow or live up to, and then sends down fire and brimstone on them when they fail. And all the while he gets to stay on the moral high ground, and portray himself as the long-suffering, ever-loving god-father who only wants to do good things for his children - if only they would obey him and be sufficiently loyal! Jehovah is basically the model of a controlling, dictatorial abuser …

Of course, the big question with a “Gotcha”-playing abusive personality is how to deal with them. My strategy with both the ones I’ve known has been just minimizing how much contact I had with them, once I got a sense of what their games were. As Berne says, “In everyday life, business dealings with NIGYSOB players are always calculated risks.” Translation: These people suck to deal with, so avoid dealing with them if you can. Other than that, all Berne suggests is basically that you try never to let these people catch you making a mistake if you have to deal with them. But good luck with that, since the abuser’s game revolves around catching you, and they will inevitably come up with something no matter how correct your behavior, or they’ll just store up extra anger over having failed to find a mistake and it’ll be all the worse the next time they find one …

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Your health hero: The surgeon who fought for women

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Your health hero: The surgeon who fought for women

As Sohier Elneil begun her healthcare training, her father had a person distinct piece of advice for his daughter: ‘Do a little something to help women’, he urged.

Were he even now alive these days he would definitely be bursting with pride, for she has not only lived up to his expectations, she ought to absolutely have significantly exceeded them.

And it’s in recognition of just how significantly she’s done for women of all ages that last night she was awarded the Day by day Mail’s Wellbeing Hero award, at a gala evening attended by the Key Minister Theresa May possibly, Matt Hancock, the Secretary of Condition for Overall health, Professor Jane Cummings, Main Nursing Officer for England, and other primary figures from throughout the NHS.

NHS Health and fitness Heroes finalists: Winner Sohier Elniel (seated) with runners-up Dr Susan Walker-Day, Mr Yakub Vali, Mr John Gaunt and Miss Amy Semper 

As the Mail reports nowadays, British ladies currently rank 18th out of 28 European countries for daily life expectancy since of the wellness struggles they experience.

But Skip Elneil has used her career executing all she can to challenge the painful realities guiding figures like individuals — for she is the surgeon who was well prepared to listen when women of all ages began to complain that the pressure-totally free vaginal tape that experienced been surgically inserted to assist with incontinence or prolapse had still left them in crippling pain.

Even though quite a few others inside the professional medical profession turned a blind eye, telling females the dilemma was ‘all in their mind’, ‘Suzy’, as she is acknowledged to her clients, listened — and decided to look into.

She was just one of the initial to great a way to remove the mesh — a complicated and tough operation that consists of painstakingly eradicating little shards of the tape which, in some situations, will have disintegrated into numerous pieces, just about every embedding deeply into the patient’s interior tissue.

This perform has been on top rated of her position as a entire-time expert urogynaecological surgeon at University Faculty London Medical center, specialising in dealing with women’s challenges such as prolapse and incontinence.

Pass up Elneil usually operates late at night time and is effective most weekends — she also hasn’t experienced a holiday in four several years — just to make herself obtainable for the numerous women who look for her support.

One particular affected person explained desperately getting in contact with her for assist and Skip Elneil responding by email the future working day — on Boxing Working day.

Dr Elneil is a complete-time expert urogynaecol-ogical surgeon at University Higher education London Clinic, specialising in dealing with women’s difficulties these as prolapse and incontinence

She feels that she must, as she describes: ‘The numbers of gals seeking to see me are overpowering. I’m making an attempt my most effective to completely transform lives, but sometimes when I work I experience bereft mainly because when I see what has happened to a female I know just how a lot she have to have been suffering. I have observed females who are in so substantially pain as a consequence of their tape they really feel suicidal.’

This kind of is the influence this impressive surgeon has experienced on her patients’ life that when the Every day Mail released their hunt for the 2018 Health Hero of the yr, it was not just her sufferers from throughout the British isles who inundated us with letters and e-mails in praise of her perform, it was also their husbands.

‘Miss Elneil is the initial specialist to really assist my wife,’ wrote one particular. ‘She is the most skilled, compassionate, superb, caring consultant I have ever achieved. She operates tirelessly to assistance so lots of women who have been mutilated by mesh and they really feel like their lifestyle has arrive to an conclusion. She’s an angel.’

In a phrase that was recurring time and all over again, one client said: ‘She was the only surgeon who listened to me right after many years of striving to get assist for mesh pain.’

Retired accountant Lynne Sharman was particularly fulsome in her praise. ‘I simply cannot thank her adequate for what she has performed for me’ suggests Lynne, 62, who life in Reading.

‘She has this air of serene and tranquility. I never consider she at any time sleeps as she has so a great deal to do but if she is drained she does not enable it present.’

Behind every wonderful lady! Her partner, a attorney and childhood buddy, is a tower of guidance

Miss Elneil is obviously touched by the reaction from her individuals. ‘I get some charming cards. Remarkable letters from women thanking me,’ she says.

Nonetheless she’s has also captivated a very diverse response from in her very own occupation, sometimes dealing with outright hostility from those who thought she was incorrect to increase the issue of the tape in the initial place.

Carl Hengan, a professor of evidence-based medication at Oxford College, suggests: ‘It’s incredibly tricky to stand firm when you’re likely in opposition to a swathe of colleagues, who’ve applied several ruses to undermine her — I’m absolutely sure it hurts. But it does not cease her.’

Miss out on Elneil herself says there was by no means any issue of offering up. ‘There was resistance, and some persons imagined “if we overlook her she could go away” but I wasn’t ready to do that,’ she says with a glint in her eye.

 The figures of females wanting to see me are too much to handle. I have witnessed women of all ages who are in so significantly ache as a consequence of their tape they really feel suicidal

Inevitably, her motivation and complicated do the job load have come at some value to her property everyday living. But her husband, a lawyer and a childhood good friend, has been a tower of help.

‘We are fortunate in that we have a large amount of input from family and pals, and a lot of aid,’ she suggests. She has attempted to consider a single working day off at weekends — but with a entire general checklist as effectively as further conditions of tape removal — and her motivation to making certain she trains other surgeons, to make sure she palms in excess of her competencies — there is barely time to breathe.

And then, of training course, there is the research — final year, for illustration, she co-authored a report for the 1st time identifying the amount of difficulties amid women of all ages presented the mesh.

As vindication of her individuals and her function — and the Mail’s very long-managing campaign on this problem — the NHS not long ago introduced it would halt the use of the mesh for incontinence.

But everyone who thinks Skip Elneil has attained all she wants to achieve would be mistaken — there are however numerous girls who require their tape removed, and which is not all.

‘I would like us to stay in a globe where by gals experience risk-free, wherever they sense they can speak to anybody about their wellbeing fears and not be dismissed,’ she states.

‘I’d like to improve that — I have passed the age barrier of 50 and I have so much extra to do, and now so minimal time to do it.’

GP WHO Offers Spherical-THE-CLOCK Care

For 23 years, Bournemouth GP Dr Susan Walker-Day has provided the clients at her practice enviable continuity of treatment.

She’s always prided herself on becoming an outdated-fashioned relatives medical professional, one particular who is aware her clients well.

But the mother of five genuinely goes previously mentioned and beyond — performing dwelling visits on her times off and all through lunch breaks, collecting patients’ prescriptions for them if they’re unwell and by itself, and from time to time providing the medicines late at night time.

The runners-up: Dr Susan Walker-Day, Mr Yakub Vali, Mr John Gaunt and Skip Amy Semper

Even although she’s on holiday getaway she’ll ring with exam benefits so, she says, sufferers aren’t still left waiting and ‘worrying’. Her colleagues say she’s normally at function prior to they arrive, and leaves soon after them.

When Lezzette Hession’s mom Kim was identified with terminal most cancers in 2015, Dr Walker-Day ‘never designed her appear into the medical procedures, she generally frequented her at residence — even if it was immediately after her other rounds had finished’.

‘I’ll never forget about that on one situation as Mum grew weaker, the health care provider completed perform late at 9pm and then drove to our dwelling. She was such a ease and comfort to my mom in her previous weeks, browsing any time we rang. I’ve by no means regarded any individual so caring,’ suggests Lezzette.

All this additional operate even though also looking following her personal household, including her disabled 20-calendar year-old daughter, who has Rett syndrome, a scarce neurological situation which affects mind advancement.

For lots of several years Dr Walker-Day, 54, chaired the Rett Uk Charity, campaigning for expert clinics, running household weekends for those influenced, fundraising and supporting publish the Rett care rules.

A report for the Care High-quality Fee explained her perform on Rett as ‘outstanding’.

Susan determined to develop into a health practitioner aged eight right after breaking her leg and looking at clinic personnel at operate — successful a position at grammar school, she became the initially in her relatives to go to college.

To her people, such as Ian Jones, who nominated her, she is a real-existence Superwoman.

‘After 25 heart assaults and three strokes, I’m certain Dr Walker-Day is the rationale I’m nonetheless below,’ claims Ian, a retired educational facilities examinations officer. ‘I don’t know wherever she receives the amazing power from. She’s a GP in a million.’

DEMENTIA CARER IS ‘SIMPLY THE BEST’

At AN age when some others could possibly be easing again a bit, John Gaunt, 89, spends two days a 7 days as a volunteer on a dementia ward at the Royal Cost-free London NHS Foundation Believe in.

It’s demanding perform, requiring ability and kindness which John dispenses by the bucketload, blended with a devotion and electricity that make him distinctive, say his colleagues — and it is why they nominated him for the Overall health Hero awards.

They described how John goes to wonderful lengths to address each individual affected person as an unique, thoroughly studying their qualifications to pull out information and facts that could assistance him provide back again reminiscences and connect with that person.

Then, with a characteristic wave of his palms, he will get to operate, listening and conversing, singing, even dancing — whatever it can take to place sufferers at simplicity.

‘His charisma and appeal certainly brighten up the ward,’ says Danielle Wilde, who potential customers dementia care on the ward.

‘John is just one of the most attention-grabbing and energetic colleagues I have ever labored with and the team look forward to his visits as considerably as the patients do.’

‘He’s simply just the greatest,’ provides Richard Scarth, who oversees the Royal Cost-free Charity’s 900 volunteers. ‘I get much more favourable responses about John than any individual.’

John comes promptly for his shift at 9am and though he must clock off at 1pm is, inspite of his age, often continue to functioning late into the afternoon.

‘I’m not heading to sprint off property just since my change is more than,’ he states. ‘I go when I experience I have done what I can with my patients.’ Officially he operates two times a week — but at times ends up working extra.

John, who misplaced his spouse Betty to Parkinson’s and most cancers in 2000, was encouraged to grow to be a volunteer just after visiting the healthcare facility for radiotherapy for his prostate cancer four decades ago. ‘I still left it as well long, so they just cannot get rid of it,’ he suggests, matter-of-factly.

‘When I went in for my procedure I observed a signal asking for volunteers and assumed, “I could do that”.’

The retired illustrator applied to operate his own stationery business, and provides: ‘When I was in company I would go home asking myself “why do I do this?” — but now I leave figuring out I’ve aided make a true distinction. It’s the most effective factor I have ever done.’

NURSE WHO’S A ROCK FOR HER Clients

There is evidently some thing exclusive about Amy Semper, the nurse who walked for 3 hours in the snow to get to do the job, did a double shift — 24 hours in all throughout that unexpected emergency — then walked home again.

Her colleagues and individuals don’t need to be informed how devoted Amy is to her work.

As effectively as individuals snowbound times very last wintertime, they know about the double shifts she does when the unit is shorter-staffed (she would fairly perform a double than allow people to be place at hazard, say her colleagues), and the more several hours soon after function she devotes to conversing with clients or catching up on admin she’s delayed executing to spend time with them.

In some cases she has to be informed she must go dwelling.

And then there are the basic but type gestures: no birthday is forgotten, with Amy generally arranging a cake for clients or employees, frequently baking it herself.

And her job is not an easy just one, for Amy is a ward manager on a safe psychological overall health device, a ‘difficult environment’, as Jocelyn White, a senior supervisor at the Lincolnshire psychological wellness device in which Amy functions, describes it.

But 12 months following calendar year, Amy, who is 27, has forsaken Christmas with her very own shut-knit household to devote the working day at the unit, arriving early to get ready festive treats.

She also usually takes people for property visits to see their loved ones (for some this can be for the 1st time in years). ‘She served make me aspect of my household once again,’ states one particular grateful affected person. Another said simply: ‘Amy has modified my lifestyle.’

When requested about her willingness to go the extra mile Amy claims: ‘People want to truly feel supported, and which is what I want to do — I want to be their rock although they are likely by means of this poor time, and I will do whatever I have to do to assist them through.’

‘And it definitely pays dividends — just one of my ex-patients is training to be a vet,’ she states with satisfaction.

CLEANER WITH A Coronary heart OF GOLD

how a lot Yakub Vali, 53, usually means to sufferers and staff members can be observed from the scores of thank you playing cards the father of a few has at the residence he shares with wife Maimuna, 53.

Some of the writing may well be shaky, but the gratitude and enjoy is clear.

As Yvonne Jeanes, the direct physiotherapist at the specialist stroke unit at Royal Preston Clinic in

Lancashire in which he operates, clarifies: ‘Yakub is these kinds of a stunning individual — the overall ward, individuals and staff, just like him. I can not explain to you the distinction that he helps make.’

This substantially-loved determine isn’t a medic, a nurse or a physio, but a cleaner.

That he’s very good at the do the job he’s employed to do is immediately obvious when you arrive on the ward.

‘Families normally comment on how clear it is,’ states Yvonne — without a doubt he’s credited with participating in a critical job in assisting lower an infection premiums on the ward.

‘When Yakub’s on holiday break it requires three people today to do his job, and the ward even now doesn’t search as superior,’ adds Yvonne, ‘Yakub just never ever stops.’

But he’s even extra distinguished by the way he performs his unofficial obligations. Yakub, who moved to the Uk aged 16 from a smaller village in India and has hardly ever had a working day off sick in 13 years, starts his 7am change by checking on just about every individual to see if they require everything.

He’s frequently on the glimpse-out for patients, fetching unlimited cups of tea, or contacting for a nurse if a person just cannot access their buzzer.

‘Recently, a woman who was recovering from hip surgical treatment fell in the middle of the ward — Yakub was cleansing a table and in some way attained her and caught her with lightning reflexes,’ states Yvonne.

‘He saved her from an additional critical hip fracture and in doing so, potentially saved her lifetime.’

When people are discharged, he tends to make it his responsibility to wave them off — and his daughter says that when he comes house at night time, Yakub talks non-cease about the sufferers and how they progressed, who still left the ward, who is performing nicely or everyone he is fearful about.

To the employees, he is another pair of arms who is a critical aspect of the group, and frequently functions as physio assistant, getting clients by their arm to help them wander, and encouraging them all the way.

At Xmas, Yakub comes at the ward with chocolates and sweets for patients and employees alike.

‘He is the most conscientious, courteous, humble and helpful member of employees on the ward,’ says Yvonne. ‘He is definitely our hero!’

Additional reporting: AMANDA CABLE

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