improved eyesight

My problem with most common cyborg characters is threefold.

One, don’t leave raw machinery out in the wind.

Two, don’t disregard the importance of, and the viability of, modifying the body’s systems instead of just bolting shit onto flesh.

Three, stop treating them like they’re either conflicted about their humanity or wickedly evil/perverse/have an amputation fetish. 

For starters;

Harden their bones with carbon nanostructures.

Reinforce their tendons and skin with cell-wall and tissue proteins synthesized based off of Golden Orb Weaver silk.

Increase their blood oxygen saturation and reduce their resting heart rate, increase the amount of and efficiency of mitochondria in skeletal muscles.

Use TCS to improve learning ability, use other forms of neuropathy to improve dynamic visual acuity.

Use scleral implants/surgery to widen the focus distance of their eyes, and wavefront ablation surgery to improve eyesight and lens clarity.

Add silicone pads with rare-earth magnets embedded in them to provide electrosensory abilities.

Use cochlear implants to protect their hearing from loud noises, but also improve their hearing sensitivity, both through minor amplification as well as through a steroid biogel applied to the cochlea.

Flush/clear the vestibular system and use nerve-growth-promoting biogel to increase sensitivity of vestibular sense of balance. 

Add a subvocalization system to the layrnx; a small peizo element with some sort of transmission system.


This is just shit I’m thinking up off the top of my head. If you write a cybernetic character, don’t neglect the fleshy parts. Recognize the ability to improve and modify them. 

Remember they aren’t just human meatbags with metal bolted on; they’re a unified system of parts, mechanical and organic, and those parts need to be able to keep up with eachother. 

As a doctor, let me tell you what self-love does:
It improves your hearing, your eyesight, lowers your blood pressure, increases pulmonary function, cardiac output, and helps wiring the musculature. So, if we had a rampant epidemic of self-love then our healthcare costs would go down dramatically. So, this isn’t just some little frou-frou new age notion, oh love yourself, honey. This is hardcore science
—  Dr. Christiane Northrop, Hungry for Change
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When my country was occupied by the soviet union in 1940, my eyesight worsened considerably and stayed that way for many years. It’s not unusual for some countries to go through this. However, since 1991 my eyesight has improved and I don’t think I need my glasses as much as I did before. Although at this point, I would feel strange without them.

The Law of Attraction and Happiness:

The Situation: Happiness is never a goal people normally set. But when you ask them why they want anything in life, they will say “it will make me happy”. The burning desire behind everything you want to be, do or have is that you will be happier as a result of it.  

The Problem:
So long as you believe your happiness will come after a goal is reached… you will delay the goal and delay your happiness too. This is because the vibe you put out is “I cannot be happy now”. So even if the goal would make you happier, it cannot manifest smoothly because “I cannot be happy now” is the message you’re actually giving out.

The Solution: 
Like Esther and Abraham Hicks teach, seek out happiness now. Seek happiness right infront of you, seek it daily. When you come across anything that makes you feel lighter and joyful, write it in a Gratitude Journal. 

Scientific Facts:
Did you know your physical senses work better when you’re happy?
Russian psychologist K. Kekcheyev confluded that when his studies thought pleasant thoughts see, taste, smell and hear better!
Dr. William Bates proved eyesight improved immediately after a person visualized pleasant thoughts. 
Vision educator Margaret Corbett found memory is greatly improved when a person thinks positive thoughts. 
Psychosomatic medicine proved our stomach, heart, liver and internal organs function better when we are happier.

Final note: if you need a radical breakthrough in your mindset here is how I can help: soulfulfilled.tumblr.com/coaching

Lasic

Idea from momofeveryone!

The topic of eye surgery was mentioned, but it never went ti in depth of the topic. In short, Lasic stands for (what I believe that it means after some research) LASIK, which if we continue on means a surgery is performed by an ophthalmologist (Big term for eye surgeon!)who uses a laser to reshape the eye’s cornea in order to improve a persons eyesight. Yes you read that right. We are shooting lasers(things that tend to destroy our eyes and should be avoided) right into our eyes to fix something that also should be touched and especially not with a laser. What would drive us to test this out the first time? So, now alien side of things. Of course we may be a stupid species but come on who would willingly let lasers be shot at them? And then they find this little nugget of info because a human that used to where glass said that they no longer needed them any longer due to eye surgery.

NDRV3 Boys and their blind S/O telling them they’re handsome after ‘seeing’ their face.

Sorry these are taking awhile again. Just more school work, don’t worry about it. Hope you enjoy anyway.

- Mod Teruteru


Shuichi Saihara

- He loves being around you.

- Even if you are blind.

- He doesn’t care.

- You were already having a good time hanging out today.

- He had let you come to him house so he can watch, and you can listen to, movies.

- You really didn’t mind that you couldn’t see them.

- When you both had issued a break time, Saihara had gone to the bathroom while you started thinking about something.

- When Saihara had come back, you told him about it.

- “Hey Saihara, I don’t actually know what you look like. Do you mind letting me see for a minute or two?”

- Saihara, confused and curious, said yes.

- You smiled and guided your hands off of his shoulders to his face.

- His stance went from relaxed to like a statue in a matter of seconds.

- You were feeling his face so openly.

- I-It felt kind of nice though.

- when you finished, you took your hands off his face and smiled.

- “You’re really handsome Shuichi.”

- His eyes widened a bit as he scratched the back of his neck.

- “N-no I’m not. You’re being too nice.”

- “Hehe, no you really are. Your skin felt nice too.”

- He blushed and buried his face in his hands.

- He’s kind of glad your blind right now.

Kaito Momota

- You two were just hanging out in his room.

- You were sitting on the floor, facing up at the ceiling while Kaito told you made up adventures that he’s sure he’ll have when he’s in space.

- “I wish I could see stars. You’re so good at describing them.”

- “Well when I come back from space I’ll bring back a star, just for you!”

- You laughed. “I don’t think that’s how that works.”

- Then you thought of something.

- “Hey, do you mind if I see your face?”

- Kaito was confused.

- “You can see?”

- “No no, I just touch your face to get a general idea of what you look like.”

- “Oh! Yeah, ok.”

- You heard him get of his bed and felt his arm rub against yours for a quick second as he sat down next to you.

- He helped lift your hands to his face and you started guiding them over his skin.

- Kaito started blushing a bit because of how much you were actually touching him.

- When your hands were off him, you smiled.

- “You’re very handsome Kaito.”

- He started laughing, first a bit nervously, then a full on laugh.

- “Ha ha ha ha! Of course I’m very handsome! I’m Kaito Momota! Luminary of the Stars!”

- You started laughing to.

- Thank god you didn’t notice how blushy he was.

Kokichi Ouma

- He thinks it’s funny how blind you are.

- You don’t.

- He’ll sometimes hold a hand in front of your face and ask you how many fingers he was holding up.

- “I don’t know Kokichi, I’m blind remember.”

- “Oh yeaaaaah. Sorry, totally forgot about that.”

- Nonetheless you thought he was funny at other times.

- So you were hanging out for a bit while Ouma made more blind jokes.

- “Hey Ouma, I don’t know what you look like. Do you you mind if I see?”

- “But S/O, you can’t see, you’re-”

- “Blind I know. I just mean can I touch your face so I can have an idea of what you look like?”

- Kokichi did a nod that you obviously couldn’t see. “Sure S/O.”

- You reached out into his direction and began touching his face.

- When you finished you laughed a bit.

- “What is it? Do I look funny to you?”

- “No, you’re actually pretty handsome. I was just laughing because I could feel your face getting hotter the more I felt.”

- “Heeey. No you didn’t you big liar.”

- “How would you be able to tell. My senses might be heightened like in all the movies.”

- “Because I’m the world’s best liar, I can tell when others are lying.”

- But boy you weren’t lying.

Rantaro Amami

- Your weekends had blessed you both with an empty schedule, so you decided that a sleepover would be cool.

- You were just cuddling and eating snacks while talking about people in your school.

- When your cheek grazed his, you had remembered something you’ve been meaning to ask him.

- “Hey Amami, can I ask you something?”

- Amami said yes.

- “Can I try ‘seeing’ your face? It’s just feeling your face with my hands so my brain will know what you look like.”

- “Sure, sounds interesting.”

- You lifted both your hands and Rantaro helped by guiding them to his cheeks.

- You ran your hands over his facial features a few times until you put them down and rested them on your thighs.

- “Well, how do I look?”

- “You’re really handsome. I’m sorry that I didn’t do that before.”

- He laughed a bit and patted your head.

- “You’re so cute S/O.”

- “Whaat? You’re the cute one, I just told you.”

- “Alright sure, I can be the cute one and you can be the love interest.”

- You puffed your cheeks full of air.

- “Stoooop.”

Koerkiyo Shinguji

- He thinks your an amazing kind of human being.

- The way you can just adapt out of something all other humans were born and able to do from the beginning is fantastic.

- So he came to your house to observe your behavior a bit in a normal household kind of way.

- After you went through some of your normal chores, you asked Kiyo if he wanted any snacks.

- He agreed on some vegetarian snacks and helped you get them out of the cupboard.

- You sat and talked for a while until something came to mind.

- “You wear a mask right Korekiyo?”

- “That is correct.”

- “Do… you mind taking it off so I can ‘see’ your face?”

- “Hm? And how will me removing my mask improve your eyesight?”

- You figured you would have to put this into terms he would understand.

- “*Ahem* It’s a practice most blind people use in order to get a grasp of what people look like.”

- “Oh, interesting. Please go right ahead.”

- You let your hands go where you assumed Kiyo was (you were correct by the way) and started feeling his face.

- All you felt was his mask though.

- “Shingujiiiiii.”

- “Fine then.”

- You heard something unzipping then Kiyo’s hands were on yours, directing them to his face.

- The smooth skin was a surprise to you.

- You felt around a bit more until you took your hands down.

- “You’re actually really handsome Kiyo.”

- “Thank you S/O. But you would have to be the better looking one out of the two of us.”

- You put your hand on his shoulder and hugged him.

- “Thank you Kiyo.”

Kiibo

- He wasn’t very sure how a human couldn’t see.

- I-is it because of some kind of malfunction?

- He knows how it works because of some research he did after you mentioning that it’s something that can happen to some creatures.

- He was also the one that found out that some blind people can use their sense of touch to try and imagine what other people look like.

- You were pretty confused at first.

- When he explained it to you a second time, he just said “Here, may I,” then carefully pulled your hands up to touch his face.

- You took you time, really trying to focus on his jawline and nose.

- You took your hands off him and finally said, “I think it worked. I can kind of imagine what you look like now.”

- “So? Do I look nice to you S/O?”

- You laughed “Yeah, you look really handsome.”

- He nearly overheated at your words.

- “T-thank you very much S-S/O. You look handsome t-t-too.”

- “Is something wrong Kiibo?”

- “No, no, nothing at all.”

Gonta Gokuhara

- He just wants to help.

- He would come over to your house at the drop of a pen, or a text moreover.

- You felt like going out with him one morning, so that was what you asked him.

- He took you out to the park to look for bugs that made more sound rather than the ones that looked nicer to others.

- Because Gonta thought they all looked beautiful anyway.

- Getting back to the topic at hand, Gonta had found a few crickets and went to show you.

- After listening to them for a but while crouching in the grass, you asked him something.

- “Hey Gonta, can I try something?”

- “Sure S/O! What would you like to try?”

- You reached out into his general direction and waved your arm around a bit until you found his shoulder.

- You used his shoulder as a guide by feeling across his collarbone and up his neck to get to his face.

- By that time you could already feel the heat coming off of him.

- “S-S/O, w-what are you…?”

- “It’s just something blind people can do. Like ‘seeing’ someone’s face by touching it.”

- “Ok, G-Gonta understands.”

- You felt as much as you could, trying to ignore how hot his face was. (Physically, not looks-wise.)

- When you finished, you smiled.

- “You’re very handsome Gonta.”

- T-Thank you! Gonta thinks you look good too!”

Ryoma Hoshi

- It was after a good match, Hoshi had won and you two were just hanging out in the locker room.

- You were chilling for no reason when you thought of something you wanted to do for awhile.

- “Hey Hoshi, do you mind if I try something?”

- He took the licorice out of his mouth.

- “Sure S/O. What were you thinking?”

- You smile and say “I wanted to try and ‘see’ you. I just touch your face so I can try and imagine what you look like.”

- He laughed a bit.

- “You can try all you want. We ain’t gotta leave until the other matches are over.”

- You lifted your hands up and Hoshi helped guide them to his chin.

- You took your time to smooth your thumbs over his cheekbones and and across his forehead.

- When you had a good picture in mind you lifted your hands off him.

- “You’re actually really handsome Hoshi.”

- “What? No I’m not.”

- “My sense of touch begs to differ Ryoma.”

- He pulled his hat over his blushing cheeks, forgetting for a second that you couldn’t see him.

- “Yeah whatever you want. But you’re the better looking one.”

Lunchtime Drabble: See Me (3/?)

Lunchtime Drabble: See Me (3/?)
Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Fem!Reader, Kirk x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 773
Series Warnings: Some swearing, mention of death, a few injuries.
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Originally posted by tree--frog

Spending time in Leonard’s Medbay wasn’t as bad as one might imagine. There was always something going on or someone to talk to. Leonard checked in more than a couple times a day, running the regenerator over your leg and talking with you. After three days, you knew your way around your room very well and even the way to Leonard’s office (Christine had made you a path along the wall). 

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Shawn Flynn Headcanon

He’s a writer.

  • He’s ambidextrous
  • His favourite genres to write include sci-fi, horror, fantasy and mystery
  • He also loves to create his own original mythology stories
  • He has really bad eyesight
  • And he’s also dyslexic
  • Not a good combination
  • But he tries super hard to write anyway because he has a vision and doesn’t trust anyone else to do it for him
  • Schneeplestein gave him an eye test and he now wears glasses
  • Which significantly improves his overall eyesight by a long shot
  • Everyone was confused when he still had trouble reading and writing
  • Then Marvin put a spell on his glasses to help him manage his dyslexia and neaten up his abysmal handwriting
  • Shawn doesn’t know Marvin did it, though 

@shawn-flynn-protection-squad

@martinplier

@katniss-the-dragon-101

Mixing magic and mundane in W.i.t.c.h.

I’ve been watching Precure, and I have to say that the lazy way the characters’ magical powers are written is getting pretty tiring. The story is split between non-magical stuff and magical fights. There might be some kind of toy the show wants to sell that the girls need to promote even outside an action scene (like the collectible cards to change outfits shoehorned into Happiness Charge Precure! all the time), but that’s about it. And in general often the magical elements kind of feel like an afterthought in the girls’ lives. I get that the show is aimed at a pretty young audience but I don’t think it excuses lazy writing, especially considering Precure has been around for over a decade and there should have been plenty of opportunities to be a bit more innovative (not that I’ve seen every season, but I’ve never heard about any of them being praised for their immersive magical elements). There are plenty of series for everyday drama, but I watch a fantasy series because I like fantasy, so it’s a shame if half of the show is just yet another “silly everyday escapades“ story with no sign that the characters can do magic.

It is at times like this I remember how good the W.i.t.c.h. comic was about this. In it the characters use their powers in mundane situations all the time, and the stress and time management problems from the fantastic adventures follow them to their ordinary life as well. While I’m not really a fan of the way the W.i.t.c.h. girls can learn whatever random magic the plot calls for (Telepathy! Teleportation! Invisibility! Creating clones! Kandrakar’s Heart ex machina!) and would rather like it if they just stuck to elemental powers, at least the varied abilities are used well.

So this post is a compilation some scenes of how the main characters in W.i.t.c.h. use their magical powers outside action scenes/super important plot events and how being a magical girl affects their life from the first thirty-something issues I glanced through.


In the beginning of the story there’s a scene where our heroes gather and actually practice their powers. Now that I think of it, it’s kind of really weird how rare this seems to be in magical girl stories in general.

But if you knew how to do magic, there are plenty of ways to use it outside combat, right? Our heroes use their powers for mundane things like cleaning…

…taking out bullies…

…chatting during class…

…planting flowers…

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Fun Fact:

Your senses don’t actually “improved” when you become blind. Because you are forced to rely on them or, you notice them much more than most sighted people and you learn to gain a lot more information from them than most sighted people, but they do not simply “get better” or “become heightened.” You simply learn to use them better.

What’s In Your Bag, Andromeda Black?

Reporter: Thank you ever so for agreeing to this interview, Ms. Black! Witch Weekly is thrilled to feature you! 

Andromeda: I’m so pleased–

Reporter: Of course, of course! My, my, the middle of three sisters; of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black; a recent graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; a charms student; a Slytherin! Ready to carry on the family legacy? 

Andromeda: Of course.

Reporter: Excellent! I for one cannot wait to hear about your future plans. Big sister Bellatrix married to one of the Lestrange brothers just this year! There’s two more brothers, aren’t there? Perhaps you’ll be next?

Andromeda: Perhaps.

Reporter: Yes, well, let’s get down to the important questions, shall we? What are you carrying in that bag of yours?

Reporter: *writes down “Be the person your dog thinks you are.”*

Reporter: Oh. Do you mean your cousin, Sirius Black? Another Hogwarts student, is he not?

Andromeda: Of course!

Reporter: But not, I think, a member of Slytherin Hou–

Andromeda: Have you ever seen this? A Muggle charm, they call it lipstick!

Reporter: And what’s this?

Andromeda: A memory…

Reporter: Are those…?

Reporter: Is this one of your spells?

Andromeda: Err, no…

Reporter: What else, Ms. Black? Our readers are just dying to know!

Reporter: *having discovered another vial, this one bright green* Ah! Slytherin colors, clearly the work of a excellent Potion maker.

Andromeda: *finally finds something of her own*

Reporter: And who’s that from? A secret admirer?

Andromeda: A friend. He–

Reporter: He?!

Andromeda: It was a gift. My friend is Muggle-born.

Reporter: Oh, how peculiar. Can you demonstrate?

Andromeda: I’ve begun a bit of a collection. I keep a bottle of Amoretentia in this–

Reporter: And what does Amortentia smell like to you?

Andromeda: Here, have a whiff!

Reporter: That’s not how…ah, orange blossoms… *reporter is distracted by their Amortentia and declines to ask further questions*

Andromeda: Oh! This is interesting! My friend gave me this Muggle book.

Reporter: Ms. Black, Virginia Woolf was a Witch!

Reporter: *finding something strange at the bottom of Andromeda’s bag* Ms. Black, what are these?

Andromeda: Oh, well, my friend–Ted–he thinks I squint, that I need something Muggles call glasses. I haven’t worn them yet…

Reporter: Would you try them on now?

Andromeda: *realizes her eyesight is improved*

Gia: Having finally gotten around to filming one of these I found Andromeda Black had the most to say or in this case, the most to withhold. @kapitan5o came up with this idea, and the HP RP community fell in love with it, as we all fell in love with the Plant Daddy.

anonymous asked:

I have a question about Feli. How blind is he actually. Is his vision always foggy or is he able to see normally with his glasses on?

Feliciano’s blindness is something that is slowly fixed in time, due to his natural regeneration when Nevolniks power lessens over time with the lambs project going in full effect. But since Nevo is still a bit of a jerk he still makes sure the glasses are dumbed down so he still can’t do much, so over slow little improvements every year they get better. While I’m not going to go over all of the years (that’s too many) we can still see how his eyesight improved over time during his growth.

This is how Feliciano’s vision was when he just recently came back as a small child, the term for these being ‘Newborn’. On the left you can see his vision without the glasses, and on his right with the glasses.

The main thing here is everything is a mystery, only blotches, and his eyes have been severely hurt to the point of being just a bit colorblind. The glasses fix that problem as well but still leaves a lot to be desired. At the very least he can tell colors apart properly. This is where Ludwig came in as his ‘guide dog’ since without having much knowledge of what was around him, he was completely helpless.

Next we have the ‘Lamb’ stage of him being ya know, the art child we mostly know him of. Once again, no glasses is left and with glasses is right.

With the slow regeneration his eyes are slowly not being as colorblind as they were when he was the smallest toddler. And with this stage he can actually see lines! Not many details but he can see exactly what some things are. With it he’s technically short sighted of, yes he can read and write but he has to be very close to the material to see it clearly. He mostly has the front seat in class because of it, not that he minds (except when he’s caught sleeping in class, then its a bother)

Lastly we have the ‘Ram’ stage, which is the teenager forms before the revolution. As per usual, left is no glasses, right is glasses.

He can see! At this point Nevo had no reason to distrust Feliciano in thinking he’d betray him, so there was no reason to keep away his eyes. His glasses were fixed and even without glasses Feliciano can get by fine without them.

After the revolution and a good year after Nevo’s disappearence, Feliciano’s regeneration kicked into high gear and he didn’t need his glasses anymore. He still keeps them however as a momento.

Right in Front of Your Eyes - Part 4

Originally posted by ageofsuperheroes


Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, all the feelings
Summary: After your parents were murdered mysteriously, you move in with your godfather Tony Stark, along the way your normal life will be turned upside down, due to a Mr Parker and being hit by a bus. It will all make sense eventually.
A/N: Basically, you are Jessica Drew but with your name and a slight twist. BTW you’re British, you’re welcome 😉
Word Count: 1000+

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I hate Peter and Liz together. For more reasons than I’d like to admit, for example, they are very for PDA, by that I mean making me want to throw up because they are making out by my locker. Liz is a strange girl, I don’t know where I stand with her. One moment she is as nice as pie, then whenever she’s away from Peter, she gives me looks. Thinking about it now I realise that it’s probably just my jealousy blinding me and she’s just a perfect girl; I guess it makes me uncomfortable, no one can be perfect. And if they are, you can’t trust them.

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Army Soldier!Yoongi
Words: 15.2K
Warning: None at all
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I wrote a short series that will be updated whenever I want to include a filler, hope you guys enjoy! 
Part 1 of TBD

Originally posted by cyyphr

My six-year-old son was obsessed with army toys and everything soldier related. I didn’t think anything of it when he began telling me he wanted to join the army when he was older and I nodded, telling him that he could do anything he wanted to do as long as he knew it would make him happy. I thought all of this was a phase until I went in to pick him up from school, realizing that next week was Veterans Day when the kids waited to be picked, wearing plastic army hats.

“Mommy! We wrote a letter to the soldiers and they are going to mail it out! I’m so excited! I get to talk with a real soldier!” Jake excitedly yelled, running at me and I picked him up, hugging him.

“That’s great, honey.” I grinned, the teacher walking over and I set Jake down, letting him go with his friend, the two playing for a bit.

“As a treat for Veteran’s Day, we’re sending cards out thanking them and giving them presents. Jake drew a picture of you two and wrote on the back about your job and how you always play with him.” I smile and blushed a bit, looking at my son.

The days leading up to the arrival of the Veteran that was going to visit the school made Jake more and more anxious. All he talked about was how he was going to join the army and protect me and everyone. I watched and played with him, pretending to die when he “shot” me, jumping in joy before climbing on me and hugging me.

When the day finally arrived, I walked Jake to school, a few army trucks were parked in the school’s parking lot and Jake jumped up and down, pointing at them and shaking my hand. “Mommy! Look! They’re here!” I grinned and nodded, walking Jake to his classroom to find all the kids sitting and two men in camouflage uniforms, one of them looking at us and smiling.

Jake froze, looking at them with astonishment. “I thought you were excited?” I laughed, crouching down and being eye level with him. Jake looked at me and pressed himself closer, growing nervous. I smiled a bit, hugging him, about to comfort him when the one who smiled at us walked over, crouching next to me.

“Hey, buddy, what’s your name?” He asked, Jake, looking at him before looking up at me. I smiled and nodded, assuring him that it was alright.

“I’m Jacob…” He whispered, the man grinning and I looked over, smiling at his grin.

“My name is Min Yoongi, and if I’m not mistaken, I seemed to have gotten your letter,” Jake and I watched as he took out a folded envelope from his pocket, taking out the card Jake drew and showing it to him. I looked at Jake, seeing him grin and stand up straight, walking from my side and in front of Yoongi.

“Wow! Did you like it?” I smiled and watched as Jake clapped his small hands, stars in his eyes as Yoongi laughed and nodded.

“I keep it in my pocket for good luck, so you can be with me in my missions.” Jake grinned, looking at me and grabbing my hand.

“Mommy, did you hear that? He keeps it with him like if I went on missions too!” I laughed a bit, nodded and kissed his cheek.

“Yes I heard, now you go and sit with the rest of your friends. I’ll be back to pick you up when you’re done, okay?” Jake nodded and waved at me, running to his friend and sitting with him, the two grinning and talking.

I stood up, Yoongi standing up and offered his hand. “Major Min Yoongi, it’s a pleasure to meet the mother of the young man who sent such wonderful words.” I smiled and accepted his hand, shaking it lightly.

“Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you too, Major.”

Yoongi’s smile grew a bit and he turned to the teacher as she clapped her hands, gathering everyone’s attention.

“I should leave you to it then,” I pulled my hand back, fixing my purse on my elbow. Yoongi turned back to me and nodded, heading back to the front of the class while I walked out, passing a few parents and kids.

I looked at the clock at home, sitting on the kitchen table and sighed, looking back down at my computer and continuing to type, finally shutting it and pulling on my jacket, a few dollars, and my keys. I walked out, locking the door behind me and walked to the school, seeing a few other parents going to pick up their kids. I head over to the classroom, smiling at a few parents as they walk out with their child, seeing mine talking to Yoongi. I leaned on the wall, the teacher walking over and looking at the two.

“Those two have been inseparable since the start of class. Major Yoongi has been sitting next to him and playing all day with him.” I grinned and thanked the teacher walking over and catching the eye of Jake.

“Hi, mommy!” He ran over, and I bent down, picking him up and hugging him.

“Hey, how was your day?” I asked. Jake pulling back and waving Yoongi over.

“Major and I played all day and made projects and it was so fun and can he come over for lunch mommy please?” I laughed and shook my head.

“Oh baby, Major Yoongi probably has plans after this-”

“Actually,” Both my son and I looked up at him, seeing him smile a bit at us. “I don’t have plans until tomorrow, I would be more than happy to join you two for lunch.” I looked at Jake who gave me puppy dog eyes and I laughed, nodding.

“Alright, then, he can come over for lunch.” Jake grinned at me and eagerly grabbing Yoongi’s hand.

“Come on! You can walk with us!” Yoongi laughed and stood his ground.

“Whoa there, I still need to get my things and thank the teacher. I’ll meet you two in about an hour, okay?” Jake nodded and grinned.

“I’ll be sitting in front of my house so you know which it is, okay?” Before Yoongi can answer, Jake ran out of the class to his friend, waving goodbye.

“Here,” I looked around the class and didn’t see the teacher, taking a post-it and a pen, writing my address and handing it to him. “I’m sure Jake will wait for you until you get there,” I laugh a bit, Yoongi smiling and nodding.

“Alright, I’ll see you two there,” I smiled and nodded, walking out and meeting Jake outside the class, holding his hand as we walked home. He gushed about his whole day, talking about how he and Yoongi colored, played pretend and how he even told him a few military secrets that he swore he wouldn’t tell anyone, not even me.

Once home, he ran inside and opened the fridge, taking out a juice box and his pear slices, running back outside and to the porch, sitting in the chair and waiting. I took care of him from my spot in the kitchen, racking my brain for a quick meal before deciding on a quick chicken recipe, quickly slicing the vegetables and adding the seasonings as the oven heated up, placing the chicken in and sighing, looking at the mess I needed to clean.

“Mommy! Major Yoongi is here! Come inside!” I wiped my hands, walking to the hall that led to the living room, Yoongi smiling down at Jake and following him in, smiling at me.

“Hello again,” I returned the smile, Jake leading him to the table.

“I help with putting the cups!” Jake pointed to the shelf above him, Yoongi reaching up and handing him a small plastic cup while he took two glass ones, setting them on the table.

“Mommy, can I go show Major my room?” Jake asked, running over to me and softly patting my arm

“Yeah, go ahead,” I nodded looking down and he grinned, grabbing Yoongi’s hand and taking him to his room, giving me the opportunity to clean my mess up.

“This is where I keep my toy soldiers! Mom just bought me this new one! And look, this is a picture of my dog, and my mom and dad!”

I stopped washing dishes, the pan slipping from my hands and crashing down, making me yelp in surprise.

“You okay?” I turned my head, not sure how the black haired man rushed over so quick, but there he stood next to me, his eyes looking at me with concern and worry.

“I’m fine, I just dropped the pan, I’m fine, really,” I picked the pan up again, rinsing it off, Yoongi still by my side.

“He’s playing with his toys… Is there something that startled you?” Yoongi asked.

I gulped and focused on the pan, the beeping of the oven making me flinch a bit and I turned to it, turning it off and took out the chicken carefully setting it on the stove top. I turned the other way, going to see Jake looking for something, seeing the picture of his parents on the floor.

“Food’s ready,” Jake looked at me and grinned, rushing out and to the kitchen.

“Major Yoongi, sit with me!” I heard Jake say, Yoongi agreeing and saying he would after helping me. I placed a few vegetables on Yoongi’s plate, adding slices of the chicken and doing the same to Jake’s.

“I don’t like carrots,” Jake mumbled, pushing them aside.

“Remember, they help improve eyesight,” I smiled, setting my plate down and thanking Yoongi for the cup of lemonade he set in front of me.

“But I don’t even wear glasses, mommy,” He grumbled.

“But,” I looked up at Yoongi who took a carrot on his fork and showed it to Jake. “Carrots help in the long run. When you grow up and you want to join the army, the carrots will help you have stronger eyesight,” Yoongi ate the carrot, smiling as he chewed it and my son grinned, stuffing his in his mouth and chewing them.

“One at a time,” I smile, reaching over and lower his hand as he had three more slices on the fork.

The three of us ate, Yoongi explaining his job and what he mostly did back at base. He told us about his family, his older brother and how he was to serve in the Korean army as well but because he’s serving here, they’ll give him the exception. Jake listened throughout the beginning, but I watched as his bites were smaller and he took longer to chew his food, his eyes droopy.

“Long day?” I asked. Jake looking at me and opening his eyes more, setting his fork down and rubbing his eyes as he nodded.

“Can I take a nap, mommy?” I excused myself, Yoongi nodded and I got up, Jake saying goodnight to Yoongi and we walked to his room.

“Go to bed and I’ll quickly clean, deal?” I asked, Jake nodding and climbed to his bed, crawling under the blankets as I quickly picked up his toys, grabbing the photo frame and setting it on his desk where he kept it. I walked over to Jake and pet his hair down, kissing his cheek and he smiled, falling asleep.

I walked back to the kitchen, Yoongi sitting patiently and smiled as I came back. He picked up his fork again, continuing to eat. “Your son is quite the child,” He laughed a bit, making me nod.

“Yes, and with quite the imagination,” Yoongi laughed and agreed, taking another bite of the chicken.

“Can I ask you something, if you don’t mind at least? Keep in mind that you don’t have to answer me.”

I looked at Yoongi, seeing him push around his potato before picking it up and eating it. “Of course, what is it?”

Yoongi took his time chewing and swallowing, looking at his plate before back at me. “The picture of the man, was that your husband or boyfriend?” He asked.

I stared at him, looking down and smiling a bit, shaking my head. “No, he wasn’t anything to me,” I picked at my chicken with my fork, staring at it. “He wasn’t even my friend, he was my twin sister’s boyfriend and current husband,”

Yoongi stayed quiet, looking at me before I looked at him and smiled a bit. “I’m sorry, this isn’t a conversation I’d like to have with someone I just met, I hope you understand.”

Yoongi blinked and nodded. “Of course I understand. You have no right to tell me about your personal life. Honestly I was just curious but if you don’t want to tell me, I won’t ask and I won’t pester you or Jake about it,”

I smile at Yoongi and nodded, the two of us finishing our food in a comfortable silence, Yoongi then clearing his throat and asking about my job and hobbies and other things. We eventually moved our plates aside, the two of us talking about our younger days and laughing with each other before Jake woke up and walked out of his room, joining us.

“Good morning buddy, have a good nap?” Yoongi asked. Jake grinning and nodded.

“Come on Major, let’s go play!” Jake eagerly rushed back into his room, and I smiled, picking up the plates.

“You go and enjoy yourself, I’ll clean up here,” I smiled, Yoongi nodding and heading to Jake.

I wrapped the rest of the chicken away, washing the dishes and cleaning the table before walking to Jake’s room and seeing Yoongi looking at the dinosaurs as Jake made the army men ride them into war.

“I think if we had dinosaurs, we would have the most advantage,” Yoongi looked up at me and showed me one. I laughed and nodded, Yoongi looking at his watch and sighing. “Sorry, Jake, looks like I have to go.” Jake looked up and pouted.

“Do you really?” He asked. Yoongi nodded and opened his arms, Jake crashing into him and hugging him tightly.

“I’ll keep in touch with your mom and when I can, we’ll talk on the phone, okay?” Jake nodded and wiped his tears away, pulling back. Yoongi stood up and took Jake’s hand, the two walking past me and I followed them to the front door.

Jake opened the front door and we walked to the patio, Jake letting go of Yoongi’s hand, standing next to me, hugging my hand.

“Thank you for inviting me. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time,” Yoongi smiled, looking at Jake then at me.

“You can come back, right?” Jake asked. Yoongi crouched down and smiled, nodding.

“I’ll try very hard to come back,” Jake smiled and nodded, looking up at me.

“Why don’t you go watch TV for a bit while I see Major Yoongi off,” Jake nodded and waved one last time, rushing in and turning on the TV in the living room.

“Thank you for coming over, Yoongi,” I smiled, Yoongi returned it, shaking his head.

“Thank you for having me, I’ll be sure to keep in touch,” Yoongi pulled out his cell-phone, unlocking it and handing it to me. “If you don’t mind putting in your number, I did promise someone I would call and talk with him,”

I smiled and nodded, putting my number and name in, saving it and handing it back. “I can’t promise you I’ll be back, you never really know when you’ll come back in one piece, but I promise that I’ll call whenever I can.”

I nodded and took a deep breath, knowing this was the life he chooses to do, risks and all. I saw him walk to me and gently lift his hands to my neck, holding the back of it and gently leaning forward, his lips landing on mine in a soft kiss.

My eyes closed and my hands moved to his sides, holding on tightly to the material of his jacket, pulling him closer to me. He took another step forward, his chest pressed to mine and he smiled against my lips, making me smile before he pulled back a little, looking down at me and gently pushing my hair behind my ear.

“Like I said, I can’t promise I’ll come back in one piece, so in case I don’t, I did what I wanted to do,” I looked up at him and smiled, nodding. Yoongi gave me one last kiss, walking back and walking down the porch steps, looking back and smiling, walking away. I walked back inside, closing the door and leaning on it.

“Mommy… is Major Yoongi ever going to come back?” I looked over at Jake and smiled.

“We can hope he comes back healthy and safe,” I answered, seeing him, looking down at him hands, playing with them.

“He doesn’t lie to us like mom and dad do… does he?” Jake looked up at me, his eyes watery. I walked over, pulling him on my lap and hugging him tightly. His soft sniffs and cries muffled into my shirt.

“He won’t lie, baby, not like them,” I whispered, clenching my eyes closed and holding my tears back.

Using Trataka (Candle Gazing) For Inner Cleansing & Meditation

In yoga, the practice of trataka or “yogic gazing” is used as a meditative form and inner cleansing. The twofold practice begins in a meditative seat position (legs crossed in “easy pose” for example) with the eyes fixated on a single object. Placement of the chosen object is key. It is always positioned about arm’s length away and about the same height as the center of the eyebrows so that trataka practice does not create any tension in the neck.

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