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Body Swap Diaries: Tristyn
My sweaty body glisten under the Dubai sun after a hard workout session with my brother Tyler. “Hey bro, I’m gonna go back to the room, are you almost done?”
“You go on ahead, i have some more sets to do.” I said
“Ok Bro! Sounds good” Tyler leaves.
I looked at the mirror and pleased to see the amount of work i have put in this body coming together from my huge social following which i learned from from my past life as a CEO of an advertisement company to my strict workout and diet regiment i learned while winning multiple Olympia as Ronnie Coleman; further pushing away his dreams of being a soccer player ever since i accidentally swapped bodies with him when he was thirteen.
I picked up a barbell to do some curls when i hear a text coming in from Blue. He told me he was coaching this guy named Ryan and was ready to switch to a new body.
Hey shortie, how do you like my new body? the text said with a picture attached
I feel myself hardening. Damn Blue! You really outdid yourself this time!
How about you Cyan? You ready to switch bodies? Now that the body your in is at least 18 years old, you should be able to?
Nah i’ll stay! It was great reliving my high school days and being a kid though experiencing puberty again was a little weird, but now ive been enjoying my large social following and im taking this kid to the top!
Ok Man! Sure! Lets meet up again once you come back to the States.
Ok bro! Nice talking to you!
Standing alone at the hotel’s outside gym, I looked at Blues new body and my 7 inch cock fully hardened as I remembered the times ive fucked him when I was Ronnie and he he was still Jay, and now imagining him moaning like a little bitch in his new body as my hard cock rams his hole and finally cum all over that new pretty boy face of his. The suns ray heating up my body even more as sweat formed as I stroke my cock. I couldn’t hold it much longer as i came all over my phones’s screen covering Blue’s picture with my cum. I breath deeply wiping the cum of my phone and cleaning my self up. I looked at the clock to see that its almost 12:45 pm, and finally leaving the gym to meet up with Tyler and continuing our dubai vacation.
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Remember the Marigold getting murdered Scenerio
Imagine it’s the 3rd day of trial, Phoenix is defending Godot
(bonus is it’s with the help of Maya who managed to spirit channel a particularly determined and bitter Mia)
and Phoenix has finally found out who the real killer is
A older (16) boy who went to the neighboring high school, who Marigold caught dealing drugs before stabbing her
And as Phoenix presses him to get him to confess on the stand the boy finally snaps and says
“It’s that bitch’s own fault she’s dead!”
“All she had to do was shut her mouth!”
“I told her I would let her go with no issues if she kept her mouth shut!”
“But that stupid girl just had to keep going on about how “I had to pay for what I did””
“Going on about “upholding justice” like her stupid whore of a mother did, and like her idiot uncle or something would do, and like her fool of father would want her to do”
“If anything, her father should go to jail for raising her to be a god damn idiot!”
“My parents raised me for success, and I wasn’t about to let some dumb bitch fuck it all up”
How would old Godot, sitting in the defendant’s chair, and Uncle Phoenix at the defense table react to that
(And Ghost Mia for the bonus)
The knowledge that she died trying to make them proud of her
[I’ve been watching a lot of homicide documentaries and things in courtroom outbursts]
Poor Marigold Fey was in the wrong place, wrong time. This reminds me of the Aiden Fucci case--a 14 year old boy who killed 13-year old Tristyn Bailey via 114 stabs.
Mari probably caught the guy meeting up with someone else near a forested area and tried to run away to notify the police, but he caught her by the wrist and dragged her into the woods. Then stabbed her until she stopped talking or make any kind of sounds for good. Mari had died at the scene long before anyone found her body.
Imagine if on day 1 of the trial, it began as a missing person's case. Marigold wasn't found out to be dead yet, but she was missing and hasn't come home in quite some time. She missed classes which was entirely unlike her, and Godot, whom she lives with, hasn't seen her come home. Throughout the trial, Godot is upset, mind racing, trying to think of where she could be and what happened to her. It's tough simply not having answers of what happened to your own child. At this time, the most likely suspect was Godot. He was the closest one to Mari, and Mari wasn't known to have enemies. He must have done something to her, right?
They don't have a body or any signs that there was violence or bloodshed during the investigation, so they don't accuse Godot of murder. Yet.
Then they find Mari's body, cold and lifeless, stuck with several knife wounds all over. It's a bloody, tragic mess. And when Godot hears of the news not just of his daughter's violet death but that the blame was being focused on him, his heart breaks. There's simply no coming back from this. He could never heal from someone so dear being ripped from his heart again.
At first, it's his bitterness and anger that keeps him fighting, but by day three when the truth is revealed, Godot is simply burned out. He has no more energy to fight. Only despair. He lost everything all over again, and when he's found not guilty and allowed to walk as a free man again, he'll never feel free. He'll never feel okay again. The whole point of living, to work his coffee shop, to stay among the living was to support his daughter. It was pointless now.
I imagine that after this trial is over with, after that kid was put away for life, after the funeral for Marigold finally ended, and she was laid to rest, something changed in Godot. He looked older, frailer. Quieter and lived like a shut-in. Feenie tries to check-in with him, but Godot hardly responds. He essentially fades out, and the memory of him stays a memory for Pheonix, Maya, and everyone else who knew him.
Every father's day and every one of Marigold's birthdays and major holidays, Godot visits Marigold's grave to lay flowers at her tombstone and spend some time with her. And he prays. He takes comfort in knowing that Mari is up there with her mother, and someday, he'll be with them too. He hasn't touched her room since her death was announced. Her bed was still unmade, her clothes strewn over her desk chair for days since Godot told her to put it all in a laundry basket. He would never touch any of it as if he was trapped in a delusion that she would come back home someday.
Do you think that if Maya or Pearl channeled Mia and let her speak to Godot that Mia would say that Marigold is doing ok now? Would Mia even know? Or maybe they would channel Marigold and let her talk and describe where she is. Or maybe the ghosts simply don't know where they are and their memories are limited to the physical world.
Either way, it'd be sweet if Godot could talk to Mari from time to time. It might be another reason to live--if he could only hear her daughter's voice. Even now, Godot spends a lot of time sipping coffee and thumbing through Marigold's scrapbook, looking over her baby pictures, her kid pictures, her quinceañera pictures, etc, etc. She was a princess through and through. His princess.
And sometimes...Uncle Feenie and Aunt Maya join Godot in visiting Marigold's grave. She was buried next to her mother, Mia. And they reminisce about Marigold, all the cute stories of her childhood, that time she spilled the coffee beans all over the kitchen floor, the way she looked just like a princess during her quinceañera, her first dance with her father, all those pictures she drew in crayons of everyone close to her, how bright she was.
Her mother would be proud of her. Her father most certainly is.
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would’ve been named fire & something if that wasn't cliche af ch 1
Male! Triss Merigold x Reader // Witcher III: Wild Hunt
Summary: Oh, the sorcerer has spellbound you - enchanted your heart, and it burns like sizzling fire. At least he’a a nice guy?
Authur’s Note: some of you may call me a coward for genderbending. blame THE BRAINROT!
Word Count: 1,032
i.
You go to meet the King of Beggars covered in dirt, grime, and blood.
This is unfortunate because he is talking to the most beautiful man you have ever seen. He has hair the color of - well, you’re not the poet Dandelion, you’re only a hunter - so none of the things that first come to mind are particularly flattering. His eyes are very green, like trees after rain in the summer. Is that something you’re allowed to say?
“Do you know each other?” The King asks.
The beautiful man looks at you, disgusting and wet. “No?”
“Ah, well, maybe I aught to give you some time to get acquainted,”
You don’t like the way he says that.
“I’m assuming that since you’re here the job is finished?”
“I figured you didn’t want me to bring the head in here,”
“You figured correctly.”
He fishes around for a something in his pockets and throws a bag of coins on the table.
“Your pay. Pleasure doing business with you. You’re dismissed. Both of you.”
The beautiful man seals his lips into a thin line and turns on his heel and you creep behind him until you’re both standing outside.
“Goodbye sir sorcerer,” Says the Guardsman at the gate. “Always lovely to see you around,”
“I’ll likely be back soon,” The beautiful man replies. “Oh, am I in your way?”
“No,” You say, harsher than you mean to. Realizing you need this conversation to continue you quickly add, “You a sorcerer?”
Internally you are slamming your head against the nearest brick wall.
He blinks, and you can’t help but notice how offensively long his eyelashes are. “Yes?”
“Do you need … Do you need me to walk you home?”
A polite smile blossoms on his face and you resist the urge to shield your eyes. “That’s very sweet of you, but no. I’m sure you have … business to attend to,”
His eyes find the swords on your back and your face warms slightly.
“You would think, wouldn't you,” You grumble.
He chuckles. “I understand completely. Tristyn Merigold,”
He extends a hand, and, distracted you almost don’t shake it. It’s soft but there are ridges from paper cuts and a writer’s callous.
“[Name] Witcherson,”
He nods. “Well, it was lovely to meet you - but I really must be going. My errands weren’t run themselves, unfortunately,”
The corner of your lip tugs. “A shame. But I want you to know, my offer still stands. Especially since …”
Tristyn’s face becomes solem. “Yes. Thank you, again. Well, it was nice meeting you.“
As you wave goodbye, you consider that you will likely never see him again and you’re just going to have to appreciate the glimpse you where given and that the feeling of your heart dropping into your fluttering stomach will certainly fade.
Please, for the love of eternal fire, fade.
ii.
“[Name]?
You recognize that voice. More accurately, you’d never forget it.
“Tristyn? What are you doing here?”
“Well, my services where requested in ridding the millers of their rat infestation,” He says. “And you? What are you doing here?”
“Guard duty. Pays the bills when there’s no monsters to hunt,”
Tristyn pauses. “You mentioned that you were a … Witcher?”
“Witcher-son.” You correct.
The furrow in Tristyn’s brow deepens.
“Judging by that face you must know a thing or two about Witchers,”
An unreadable emotion flickers across Tristyn’s face. “Yes.”
“One of my ancestors saved or gambled or something, nobody knows, with a Witcher and the crafty bastard asked for all his secrets.” You shrug. “Well, they taught their child, and the child after, and the child after - all the way down to me, who now guards grain.”
Tristyn nods, now understanding. “I know somebody else like that,”
“Really?”
“Yes. She’s like a little sister to me,” There’s a small smile on his face you can’t help but share.
“Well hopefully she’s not wasting her skills like me,”
“Hey,” Tristyn says. “Everyone has to do someone’s dirty work once in a while,”
“Even sorcerers?” You joke.
“Definitely sorcerers,” He says. “If I knew my specialty was to become casting out rats, I may have been more lax in my studies.”
“Hm. Must be demeaning.”
He laughs lightly. “You have no - well, I suppose you may have some idea, [Honorific] Witcherson.”
You shrug. “Can’t be helped. It’s Novigrad,”
“It’s Novigrad.” Tristyn agrees.
“There he is!”
When you turn and the man who hired you for the day is flanked by three witch hunters, you immediately know what has happened.
You step in front of Tristyn.
“You don’t have to -“ He begins, but the witch hunters are already upon you.
You draw your sword and lunge, getting in a few quick slices. When one of the witch hunter’s parry throws you off balance and he moves to attack your opening, something hot flies past your ear and he bursts into flame.
You toss a glance over your shoulder where Tristyn stands, hands enveloped in dancing fire. He reaches out and another fireball springs forth from his hand.
Working in perfect sync, you owe down the witch hunters.
“Please,” The boss begs, hands held up in surrender. “Please! D-Don’t hurt me!”
“You could have just said you didn’t have the money,” You grumble, flicking the blood from your sword. “But you should give us what you do have. Now.”
Panicked, he scrambles to take out a coin purse to hand it to Tristyn before running away. You watch him trip over his own feet to escape.
“Here,” Tristyn says, hand outstretched. “It’s likely less than you were promised, but, please, take it.”
You hole up your hane. “You don’t have to,”
“I mean it, [Honorific] knight-in-shining-armor,” He winks playfully. “That fight would have been harder without you.”
You raise an eyebrow. “I sincerely doubt that,”
He smiles indulgently. “Perhaps. But I find it’s always nice to have an ally. And uncommon,”
You can’t argue with that. “So, what now? More rats?”
“Ug. No. Nothing even remotely fulfilling,”He says. “I almost wish there was more rats. but such are the times.”
You sigh. “It’s Novigrad.”
You notice the dimple on the right side of his cheek. “It’s Novigrad.”
#witcher 3#the witcher iii wild hunt#triss merigold#triss merigold x reader#m!triss x reader#x reader#fanfic#my fanfiction
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2022 thoughts
With 2022 coming to a close soon, ive been doing a lot of reflecting on the year. I would say overall its been a year with some pretty high highs for me, with some pretty mediocre stuff thrown in to balance things out. I just kind of wanted to get my thoughts down, I dont really expect anyone to care all that much about this post but it's my blog and ill do as i please lmao.
I turned 30 at the beginning of the year, which honestly didnt bother me so much. What did, though, was the amount of people I knew. Ive always been extremely shy and awkward (in my opinion) but I really wanted to start this new chapter of my life trying to meet new people. I'd definitely say I met this goal, ive met a lot of amazing people this year, it's honestly kind of overwhelming. I feel like I can either be way too withdrawn or too overbearing in conversation, so i just want people to know how grateful I am they choose to associate with me.
This is especially true when it comes to DJing. I had been into it during 2020 and did little private streams for like 3 people max, but giving it a go on twitch really panned out well for me and i honestly love doing it. Im happy people seem to be into what im bringing and im eternally grateful to Mina and Jami for DJing with me. The Normal for Girls streams are absolutely the highlight of my year if im being honest. I've never had so many eyes on anything ive ever done and while it was kind of scary, it also felt amazing to be involved with something so many people seemed to have a blast with. im looking forward to doing even more in 2023.
As for other art stuff, I cant help but feel a little disappointed. I really wanted to do more actual music production, but its been a struggle for me to get any ideas im actually satisfied with down. I posted a few things on my soundcloud this year that i honestly felt embarrassed by after a while and took down; id really love to play more music for fun and have that lead into producing come next year. Drawing is also something I havent felt too happy with. I know people have told me otherwise but I feel completely inconsistent stylistically and mechanically im not where i want to be. I would really love to push myself to get into painting more next year; its something ive messed around with a little bit in the past but id like to give it a more honest shot while improving my knowledge of anatomy, perspective and things like that (i am happy that people do like my art when I post stuff of course, I just want to give people something better to look at that im more satisfied with lmao)
There's a LOT more I could talk about lol, like how me and Tristyn got a nice new apartment this year, how I went down to virginia, got to play arcade games i had been dying to play as well as meeting Chi, stuff like that. But I feel like ive rambled enough lmao. if youre down here thanks for reading all that and i hope we both have a great 2023.
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Young Master
cw: talk about suicide attempt
This scene heavily talks about Tommy’s past and his bond with David, if the cw mentioned triggers you or makes you uncomfortable pls skip this or read it with caution!
“David Emilio, the boy who saved my son’s life.” Tristyn announced to the room. There wasn’t a big audience, only David and his parents, a few servants and knights, Tommy’s parents and his grandma that stood beside his throne holding onto his bruised hand, and yet it felt like an important ceremony.
But Tommy guessed in a way it was, after all he had survived the devil’s drop, something no one had done before, and it was all thanks to the petite boy with the shining blue eyes, now one of them covered by a white patch, who currently hid behind his father, George, the servant closest to Tommy’s family.
Thus Tommy was no stranger to the other boy. Tommy was a year older but that didn’t stop them from occasionally playing in the court yard together or telling each other stories while Tommy once again hid from his family’s duties. They had met countless of times, either on their own accounts or because of the pre school lessons Juana, David’s mom, gave Tommy.
They had a bond so pure and kind, that Tommy felt bad that David had to witness his misery. He felt bad that David had to be the one to save him, that he had shown weakness where he should have been strong, that he had let his emotions control him which had let him to such desperate decisions.
“Step forward, David.” Tristyn said.
David let go of his fathers hand but didn’t move, not until his mother placed her hand on her son’s back and with a smile pushed him gently.
“You hold all our gratitude and we are in your dept. If there is anything you wish for, name it and it shall be yours.” Roxana pleaded as she got off of her own throne to meet David at the bottom of the few stairs.
“You saved my son, David.” Roxana muttered. “I don’t know how to thank you for that.”
Tommy adverted his eyes. He felt bad for the terrors he made his parents go through. But he was also mad that they didn’t seem to understand what had pushed Tommy to take the fall. They had said it was family business that Tristyn would tend to and that they didn’t need to make a big fuss about. And yet they threw this ceremony for David.
David, the boy who waited for Tommy to talk first. The boy who taught him how to fold laundry and how to wash dishes.
David, a kinder demon than the underworld deserved, because even though his skin was like the half shadows in the corners of the light, he still shown the brights.
David was always gentle and patient with Tommy and waited for him when Tommy needed more time to catch up with a thought or idea.
David was his light in this dark world.
David was his anchor.
And Tommy kind of wanted to live, for him.
Tommy detangled his hand from his grandmother’s and groaning, he stood up.
“Tommy-“ She started but he cut her of with a short hand motion.
Tommy had no memory of how David had saved him, he was pretty sure that he had already jumped when he had heard David’s voice, so the bruises all over his body weren’t a surprise.
But with every single sting Tommy felt he hoped that David hadn’t taken any harm more harm than him. That the wound on his eye now covered by an eye patch was the only wound he carried. Tommy would hate himself for hurting him. He couldn’t bear the thought that Tommy had caused him pain because of his selfish actions.
When Tommy finally stood somewhat up right he cleared his throat, immediately all eyes were on him.
“I want to talk to David.” His voice was hoarse and didn’t carry as much authenticity as his fathers. Therefor he added, emphatically: “Alone.”
The servants and knights looked to his father and when he nodded they all bowed and left the room. Next were David’s parents, who hugged him and whispered their goodbyes.
Roxana helped her mother out of the room when Tommy’s dad turned to him. “Are you sure about this?”
Tommy nodded his head firmly. “Yes, sir. I want to thank him on my own. With no one to hear.”
Tristyn stared at his son for a long time, it seemed like he wanted to say something but then decided against it, instead he patted Tommy’s shoulder firmly and then left the room, too.
It was silent in the throne room them and Tommy sighed. That had been all he had wanted from the beginning. Silence.
Tommy hobbled down the steps with difficulty, his eyes fixated on David. He had to pause at the end of the stairs, every step cost him energy he didn’t have.
David had watched him the whole time, his hands folded in front of him, but Tommy could still see how he nervously played with his thumb. David stood there like a ghost who had lost his way, confused and unbeknown how he got here.
“David.” Tommy mumbled, his voice gave out on him but he didn’t care that much now that it was only the two of them.
As if David’s name had evoked something in him he came over to Tommy and fell to his knees.
“Young Master.” David said, his voice low and full of concern. He reached for Tommy’s had and kissed the ruby on the ring around Tommy’s thumb. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
David’s lips touched Tommy’s knuckles and moved over every bruise Tommy carried there.
“I should have gotten to you sooner.”
The touch was gentle but Tommy felt David’s tears on the back of his hand, where they fell onto and in cold rivers run down to his finger, too and it broke something in him.
David shouldn’t be the one kneeling in front of him. Tommy should kneel in front of David. Tommy had no right to place himself higher than this boy, who had given everything to save him. Tommy was no better demon than him and he wouldn’t let his status define that.
Only when Tommy had learned what it meant to be grateful and brave, what it meant to be self assured but not egoistic, would he place himself equal to David, who had already learned to be all of that. But until then Tommy should be the one on his knees, looking up at David and let him be his guidance.
“Stand up.” Tommy whispered.
“I can’t, Young Master.”
Upon hearing that Tommy sank to his own knees, being eye to eye with David. He held onto David’s hands, painted soothing patterns into the back of them, when he added.
“Don’t call me that and don’t kneel in front of me. Not anymore.”
David looked up then.
“You are more than a friend to me, David. You are my brother. The flame burning next to my own. The rules and boundaries do not belong to you anymore. Do you understand?”
David gasped muffled, but nodded his head.
“I understand, Young- Tommy.”
“Good.”
Tommy leaned forward then, to press a light kiss on David’s temple before wrapping his arms around him to intertwine them in a warm and comforting hug.
David, his friend, his brother, his reason to learn to become better.
David, the boy who inspired him to live.
The boy, whose flame burned so bright that Tommy had enough warmth to light his own up once more.
For all eternity.
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I posted 14,460 times in 2022
That's 14,460 more posts than 2021!
91 posts created (1%)
14,369 posts reblogged (99%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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I tagged 1,191 of my posts in 2022
#tristyn vibes - 61 posts
#rachel vibes - 54 posts
#jamison - 46 posts
#main theme from goncharov - 46 posts
#spy x family - 22 posts
#save - 19 posts
#markiplier - 19 posts
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#sxf - 14 posts
#funny - 12 posts
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#i don’t know what to expect from that! i don’t know if there’ll be things there i can eat! i don’t know where it is or who is gonna be there
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
I have gained like. 1000 followers from this thing. And I cannot stress to you enough that I don’t usually post music on here lol
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#4
hi how does it feel to be an internationally acclaimed composer for a hit 1973 movie
its pretty surreal to find out I’ve been composing music since my parents were infants but I never really watched mafia movies growing up so I guess it’s on me for not figuring it out beforehand. honestly im just hoping we don’t find anything out about me that renders the movie unwatchable in hindsight…can’t trust older people in the industry yknow
65 notes - Posted November 23, 2022
#3
I love shows that take you on like. A mental health journey while you watch them. Like
Me: oh man I’m having trouble finding people to date that sucks :/
*watches first two seasons of crazy ex-girlfriend*
Me: I will be alone forever nobody will ever love me or be attracted to me I am in desperate need of therapy
*watches last two seasons of crazy ex-girlfriend*
Me: I am absolutely capable of finding romantic love but I don’t need it cause I’m worth so much more than who I date and happiness comes internal peace and not external validation
102 notes - Posted August 4, 2022
#2
maybe the real Goncharov (1973) dr. Martin Scorsese was the friends we made along the way except I mean this literally
157 notes - Posted November 22, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
all this talk about goncharov but i dont see anybody posting the soundtrack??? like how are you gonna talk about this movie without the music
85,109 notes - Posted November 21, 2022
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This morning I Want to Talk about Those Who Joined Heaven With Angels Michelle B. Norris (1981-1988) Riley Faith Steep (2016-2023) Lily Rose Diaz (2015-2023) Moa Leontine Björk (2009-2022) Shirley Temple (1928-2014) Kiera Vera Larsen (2006-2016) Catherine Violet Hubbard (2006-2012) Judith Eva Barsi (1978-1988) Maria Agnes Virovacz Barsi (1940-1988) Heather Michele O'Rourke (1975-1988) Carlos Bremer (1960-2024) Burke Dales (1977-2024) Piper Laurie (1932-2023) Lisa Loring (1958-2023) Bray Wyatt (1987-2023) Ellen Holly (1931-2023) Tristyn Tyne "Tree" Bailey (2008-2021) Tristyn Angell Bailey (1983-2018) Saffie Rose Roussos (2008-2017) Lily Lynette Furneaux-Wolfenbarger (2008-2010) Lily Peters (1918-2004) Liliana Marie "Lily" Peters (2011-2022) Elizabeth Lilly Peters (1859-1938) Skylar Annette "Sky" Neese (1996-2012) Charlotte "Charlie" Figi (2006-2020) Charlotte Louise Dunn (1990-1996) Rachel Joy Scott (1981-1999) Jonbenet Ramsey (1990-1996) Opal Jo Dace Jennings (1992-1999) Amber Rene Hagerman (1986-1996) Gracie Perry Watson (1882-1889) Devan Brooke Duniver (1992-1998) Sunday Rose Hampton (2018-2020) Little Becky Ann Treejo (1882-1889) Lindsey Rosa Woods (1982-1988) Mr.&Mrs. Treejo (1867-1988)-(1870-1988) Y'all Know What What Brother uh oh uh oh Some of you got quiet now I figured something was going on back in the old years back in the day and now people are still dying Children are still Losing their lives it makes no sense that it keeps going on and on week after week day by day Nighy by night Brother We need to Pray and we're praying we're praying if you all didn't know that Jesus is healing and lifting them up well now you know I heard about the times in the World where there used to be Old People had to Died But now there's Young ones dying with the Old Falks and there's wars Battles Hatred Threats Targets More Schools Shootings Bombing Up Concerts Shootings at Concerts it's time to stop now is the time to stop and get inside a Church to make it to Heaven With Angels and Jesus and God see your friends or family members on the other side Robb Elementary School 2022 Sandy Hook Elementary School 2012 Dunblane Primary School 1996 Columbine High School 1999
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Let's pray dear heavenly father dear lord we come to you today for healing sins and store souls and strengthen people you made and let the appropriation program be a blessing today let the food be good amen, amen Let's go to Joshua chapter 2 Joshua chapter 2 and I got praying we're going to have fun today today from 8am to 4:30pm we ain't gonna end until 2pm but we have the appropriation program continuing so I seen on Instagram and all over the other social media I've seen some hate pages I've even seen some pages called free Aiden free Aiden free Aiden where does free Aiden come from huh? Somebody must don't believe in God or angels or anyone but them their self Tristyn must be not getting any good respect or the right justice the right way we have to respect her we honor her we pray for her we celebrate her we sing about her we make Edits or post about Tristyn Bailey for her huh? Come on somebody they ain't gonna make a hate page of holly piirainen they ain't gonna hate on Heather O'rourke or Saffie Rose Roussos people they aren't going to make a page and call it free chris watts no because he murdered his wife and his children why they talking about free Aiden Fucci Aiden don't need to be free Aiden never did never do never can never will ever see the day of light again he will stay in there until the right justice Tristyn Bailey gets what she deserves the justice she desires Where's that justice that she desires that her family deserves for her her family is grateful to have a blessed girl that's now a blessed Angel up there in heaven we're praying for her church everyone we're praying for her we're all praying for Tristyn Bailey some comes on here and just post her and says rest in peace rest in peace rest in peace ain't no just rest in peace your here to post her honor her remember her pray for her celebrate for her and say some more words about her that you know she was like! I'm #brotherterryvolturi this is praying Joyful words for #tristynbailey just pray for her ya'll and continue supporting her and honoring her name
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Made a bag! It's technically listed as a crochet project, but it's really a cross stitched pattern on top of a crochet base.
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A Bodybuilder Mistook Aphrodisiac For PreWorkout. This Is What Happened To His Brain.
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Patient JC by Chad Collins, PA Tristyn Smith, Special Thanks to Jena Marx
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Timestamps:
0:00 A Bodybuilder 💪 Mistook An Aphrodisiac 😳 for Pre-Workout Supplement
0:22 JC was getting ready 🏋️ for a show
0:55 A wild 😲 supplement appears
1:35 Hey IRS 💵 we doing research 👨🔬 and development
1:50 Good ☁️ powder
2:16 haha preworkout 💪 go glug 😳 glug
3:13 The emergency 🚑 room where we are now
4:07 How does 🌳 do all of these??
4:50 Rumors of this toxicity... are not exaggerated at all. It's not good.
5:50 Neuro 🧠 transmitters gotta 😳 go 😲 fast
6:48 Inside you(r autonomic nervous system) are 2 wolves (just kidding, they're more nervous systems)
7:27 What happens 😳 here?
8:16 Alpha vs beta (not alpha male vs beta male)
9:11 In the central nervous system
9:47 Feedback 🛑 mechanism (in normal function)
10:51 The CEO of systemic... response to adrenergic agents
11:35 Multiple reports in existence
12:02 "Just pull it out of his body bro"
12:23 An Antidote 🐴 But How 🤔 Did We Find It?
14:45 Yea lets not use that here, but we could use something else
15:15 It takes 5 half lives to reach steady state, but Half Life 3 still isn't 😞 here
I don't think anyone reads anything that's written here. But here's for the metadata: this video is explicitly about adrenergic receptors. More specifically, the Alpha subtype, and even more specifically, Alpha 2 Adrenergic Receptors. This thing throws a massive curveball to learners in all medical disciplines because Alpha 2 agonism / antagonism are opposite of Alpha 1. The topic of these receptors can be a few weeks long in a Pharm course in Medical and Pharmacy schools, and that course would be dedicated specifically to cardiac pharmacology, so this is as much I can cover in an 18 minute video. There might be people who will go "nooooo u cant just say that about my tree bark supplement" but the point is and has always been to teach about the pharmacology, its mechanism and how the setting of excess changes the pharmacokinetics-- the agent serves as a means for me to teach that because it has that activity. If it didn't have that activity, I'd talk about something else that does in this setting. It's a fascinating molecule, like all natural products. If you don't need to ingest it, don't ingest it, but I trust you are well in your best capacity to make decisions for yourself.
These cases are patients who I, or my colleagues have seen. They are de-identified and many instances have been presented in more depth in an academic setting. These videos are not individual medical advice and are for general educational purposes only. I do not give medical advice over the internet.
References:
Acute neurotoxicity after yohimbine ingestion by a bodybuilder. https://ift.tt/M3DHSK4
Yohimbine: a clinical review. https://ift.tt/XfCBTg3
Alpha-2 Adrenoreceptor Antagonist Yohimbine Potentiates Consolidation of Conditioned Fear. https://ift.tt/dt4xcQW
Adrenergic receptors: structure and function. https://ift.tt/zxQvmMY
Biopharmaceutics and metabolism of yohimbine in humans. https://ift.tt/eiJMDm0
Yohimbe bark extract. https://ift.tt/vbfFHqr
Yohimbine or NO-himbine? A Potentially Fatal Over-the-Counter Supplement. https://ift.tt/K8R3HXw
[PREPRINT] Xylazine is an agonist at kappa opioid receptors and exhibits sex-specific responses to naloxone administration. https://ift.tt/2z5uyeO
Xylazine, an Emerging Adulterant. https://ift.tt/6luNWR8
Yohimbine. https://ift.tt/ECsDGQ5
via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmT7njYx3MY
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Hear me out,
Any teen drama show starring a bunch of people in their 20s having crazy sex, doing drugs, physically fighting each other, etc (cough cough… Euphoria), should have one actual 15-16 year old on cast who just acts like a normal teen.
Just imagine, some 22 year old wearing an outfit that is absolutely against any school’s dress code walks up to a baby-faced 15 year old and asks them if they are coming to the the big party and the kid is like “Dude, it is a Wednesday and we have a test tomorrow, how are you not failing?”
A full grown man wearing a lettermen’s jacket asks them if they’ve ever had a three-way and this 5’4 teen looks at him exhausted and says “I haven’t even had a 2-way, Tristyn. Everyone at this school is already having sex with adults and my mom will homeschool me if I come home with an STD”
They are at some party and a bunch of adults in tight clothing and perfectly done makeup are talking about how they spent the summer as a sex-worker, or snorting cocaine in Boca, then turn to the kid in a t-shirt and jeans, wearing Walgreens makeup and they just shrug and go “Me? I just played Call of Duty and went to Band Camp.”
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" joyful joyful joyful glory Joyce giving christian church just like the sister act 2 #sisteract2backinthehabit joyful joyful joyful joyful glory words are alright with us Lord our christian church Christ is doing risen from the grave lord it's bringing back the late angels all around the church giving thanks and gifts joyful joyful joyful joyful glory hallelujah glory to God thank you Lord we're praying up in heaven up in the church at the cross praying nothing like joyful joyful joyful worlds biggest church in all Land heal All spirits all sins every single missing persons every single memorial pages and supporters let them all be healed fill this tabernacle tonight for Joy from Rachel Joy Scott lord cheers the season to be Merry Mary cheer up Emma walker and tristyn bailey Bright angels shining in the dark at night the world is turning all the people into war on war problems the world is all hate and some people say they wishes deaths or talk about suicide like it's a joke Lord make that go away and heal those who feels that way joyful joyful joyful joyful glory hallelujah glory hallelujah yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhh"
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Tommy’s family
Tristyn, Roxana, Tommy
Tristyn is an angle of revenge, working under greed
Roxana is a guardian angle, working under charity
Tommy trains to be an angle of death
Tristyn is a distant member of the royal family making him and his family lower royals.
Tristyn and Roxana’s marriage was arranged when they were at a young age, like most marriages are. Tristyn fell in love with Roxana on first sight and despite her open and friendly nature Roxana dislike Tristyn at first.
He wrote her letters and told her every time they met that he wouldn’t push her and even if he had to wait forever for her to return his feelings, he would wait.
Eventually, she starts to like Tristyn as a friend and gets to know him more but when her parents push her to marry him already, she runs away.
Tristyn is the one who finds her and comforts her with the promise to break the engagement and free her from the burden of becoming his wife. That’s when Roxana realizes her true feelings for Tristyn and how much he love her.
A few years later they marry and Tristyn promises Roxana once again to not push her to do anything she doesn’t want. But she is now sure of what she wants.
A few years after the wedding they had Tommy and he will be their only child making him the heir of the family.
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Roxana has been friends with Maria Juana for years and she was happy to welcome her and her family into her house and give her a job.
Tristyn nowadays is mostly occupied with work and has hardly time for his family but he always tries to attend the family dinners and never misses a day to give Roxana her favourite flowers.
Tommy’s relationship to his parents has changed after he came out as gay and broke of the arranged marriage and changed his profession to become an angel of death. He rarely talks to them now in fear of angering them or disappoint them. Finding the missing spirit is his way of proving himself worthy in front of his parents.
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This morning We're going to pray for #jonbenetramsey and her family and friends and Supporters bless our Jesus bless us bless JonBenèt Ramsey I had my shoes on the wrong feet one time and My Feet was Sore but we're not going to talk about that we're talking about the Murder Mystery of who Killed jonbenet Ramsey JonBenèt #whokilledjonbenetramsey let us go into prayer before I get the day started yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh celebrating JonBenèt Ramsey Having a Church Time Where we can Pray Pray a prayer for her and her family and friends and supporters we're praying for her always none stop writing this long story short about JonBenèt Ramsey words taught by apastors Michael perry and hades I'm Brother Tony Snowflake saying with all thy ways Acknowledge him and he shall direct the right path to Church Pray A prayer that's the lesson for today Pray a prayer prayer for Peace prayer for the Sickness prayer for the Cancer prayer for the Pain prayer for the Surgery prayer for the Medicine to Help prayer for the Children that Passed Away prayer for JonBenèt Ramsey prayer for Moa Björk prayer for Layla Salazar Maite Yuleana Rodriguez Eliahna Torres prayer for Saffie Rose Roussos Lily Peters Olivia Pratt Korbel Skylar Neese Amanda Todd Brianna Ghey Bianca Devins Gabriella Green Rachel Joy Scott Makayla Lynn Brewster Megan Meier Serenity Rayne Hawley Tristyn Bailey Emily Grace Jones Rose Pizem Polly Klaas Holly Wells Inez Briggs Clarke Gracie Watson Grace Sherwood Allen prayer for Madeleine McCann Inga Gehricke Summer Wells Avielle Richman Emilie Parker Jessica Rekos Charlotte Bacon Catherine Violet Hubbard Olivia Engel Josephine Gay Ava Wood Caylee Marie Mastin Holly Piirainen And More prayer for Jackson Dupree Eliza Adalynn Moore Taylor Jean Moore Missing Children Morgan Nick Haleigh Cummings Ben Needham Kelly Ann Fleming Cassie Bernall Judith Barsi Heather O'rourke Patti Jo Baker Secoriea Turner Devante Bryant Elizabeth Baker Bohan Royta De France Heather Dawn Church Erica Parsons Lisa Loring Lisa Irwin Sabrina Aisenberg Jackie Cazares Makenna Lee Elrod Tess Marie Mata Annabell Guadalupe Rodriguez we wanna thank you for tuning in this morning and may God continue to bless you
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