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hearteyesmcgarrett · 7 months
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I've never been a man's man
I ain't much for cars, and I'm sick of fate
I'm done with praying
But if you hear me, dad
I'll keep her safe
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lostitinthelights · 1 year
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no offense but i don't think any fictional story will ever move me as much as aaron west & the roaring twenties does
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foreverthatgirl-blog · 10 months
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My Skinny Goal
🌸HandBook🌸
Workout Routines:
Butterfly Stretches first.
Heel Touches x15
Russian Twists x20
Jumping Jacks x40
Planks x1 min
Hip Dips x15
Reverse Crunches x15
Bent Knee V-up x10
Jumping jacks x40
🧊Drink Water🧊
Workout During a Show/Movies:
If they argue. x30 Crunches
Commerials/Ads/Intros or Outros x40 jumping jacks
Hug. Run in place x5 mins
🧊Drink Water🧊
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Ed Shows & Movies:
To the bone
Thirteen
Girl interrupted
Starv!ng in suburbia
Pretty Little Liars
Mean Girls
Black swan
Insatiable
Twilight
Jennifer's b0dy
The Red Band Society
Super-sized Vs Super skinny
My 600lb Life
Gia
Skins
Perfect Body
♡Some are based off vibes/th!nspo♡
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Tips For Fasting:
1.Drink water, It will fill u up (so ur not hungry)
2.Take ur vitamins (vitamin c, vitamin b12, magnesium, iron supplements etc.)
3.Carry a sugary snack (So you don't feel dizzy or nauseous).(Lower than 300cals)
4.Know your limits (Theres a change if u fast for a long time ur going to binge.)
5.If you feel like binging occupy yourself.
Be safe <3
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☆Anti Binge♡
Ways to NOT BINGE!
Squeeze all your fat, that's how much u need to fix.
Go through your old stuff, throw away stuff you don't wear/use.
Mop/dust/vacuum/wipe/watch bedding anything. The more you move the more you burn!
Practice (Sports or even stretch)
Go Out! (Shopping, the beach etc!) The more steps u do the more cals you will burn.
Read! (Online or a book!)
Skincare
Take a shower and/or bath°○
Medi/pedicure & paint your nails!
Brush your teeth
Chew gum or drink water
Makeup
Post/reply or look at @na tumblr
Journal your thoughts or day! <3
Watch supersize vs superskinny! (Be inspired by the skinnys!)
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Things To Do Instead
Of Eating🌸
1.Make/organize pinterest boards
2.Scroll through edblr
3.Read
4.Watch a movie/show
5.Make a Wishlist of stuff your going to use after u reach your ugw.
6.Journal your day
7.Make a diet or workout plan
8.Clean/reorganize ur room
9.Go through and get rid of stuff
10.Self Care (Showering,skincare etc.)
11.Try different hair styles or makeup routines
12.Make a weight tracker
13.Make/Organize/delete your music playlist
14.Paint ur nails
15.SchoolWork/Work
16.Watching super-sized vs super skinny
17.Walk
18.Looking at th!nspo
19.Drink alot of water
20.Online shop
21.Sleep
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Diet(Starv!ng)
-Don't eat.
-Chug water every hr
-NO DAIRY
-NO MEAT
-Maximum calorie intake 300, try to keep it lower if possible.
-Take vitamins
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Veggies calorie count per 100g
Celery 14cal
Lettuce 15 cal
Radishes 16 cal
Zucchini 17cal
Mushrooms 22 cal
Asparagus 20 cal
Spinach 23 cal
Cabbage 25 cal
Cauliflower 25 cal
Pumpkin 26 cal
Turnips 28 cal
Greenbeans 31 cal
Broccoli 34 cal
Onion 40 cal
Acorn squash 40 cal
Peppers 40 cal
Carrots 41 cal
Brussels sprouts 43 cal
Beetroot 43 cal
Butternut squash 45 cal
Kale 50 cal
Leek 61 cal
Artichoke 67 cal
Corn 86 cal
Sweet potato 86 cal
Potato 87 cal
Edamame 122 cal
Fruit calorie count per 100g
Cucumber 15 cal
Tomato 18 cal
Grapefruit 42 cal
Blackberries 43 cal
Cranberries 46 cal
Clementine 47 cal
Apricot 48 cal
Cherries 50 cal
Pineapple 50 cal
Apple 52 cal
Raspberries 53 cal
Mango 60 cal
Kiwi 61 cal
Lychee 66 cal
Figs 74 cal
Banana 89 cal
Avocado 160 cal
Dates 282 cal
Coconut 345 cal
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Low Cals Snacks♡
(I would buy)
Puffs-60p/25cals
Mini Vanilla Wafers-20p/140cals
Chocolate caramel pretzel bars-1p/70cals
Bunny Grahams-30p/140cals
Apple cinnamon rice cakes-1p/50cals
Fiber chocolate chip cookie brownie-1p/70cals
Yogurt melts-27p/30cals
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Simple changes that help to lose weight ☁️
-Do 8,500 steps everyday
-Say No. (The more you say no, the easier it is eventually everyone will stop offering.
Fruit & Veggies. (If you want anything outside of meals it can only be fruits & Veggies.)
Make Lunch 60 Cals. (Replace bread w/ ryvita crackers w salt. Eat this everyday.
Don't sit down. (Sit down only for meal times) it's important to stay active.
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exhausted-archivist · 5 months
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Art Used in the Dragon Age: Official Cookbook: Tastes of Thedas
While there was some new art, previously seen concept art, there was also the use of ending credit slides. Some possibly denoting certain world states that I briefly referred to in the master post here.
I've split it into sections of:
New Art
Previously Shown Art
Character Art and Slides
General World State Ending Slides
Everything is going below the cut because this will be long. I will also note which page and recipe each image accompanies in the book for easy reference. (Here's to hoping tumblr doesn't mess with the image layout.)
Edit 10/30/2023: Added the page numbers that were missed because it glitched out and deleted things when I tried to go over 30 images and didn't notice till now.
New Art
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Page numbers from top left to right going down:
Orlesian Woman: Sour Cherries in Cream, p. 121, Tevinter Pumpkin Bread, p. 151
Building Etching: Crow Feed, p. 43, Antivan Sip-Sip, p. 161
Spider Design: Posion Stings, p. 115
Sea Creature: Lamprey Cake, p. 147
Smoking Meat Racks: Smoked Ham from the Anderfels, p. 95
Antaam Spearman: Unidentified Meat, p. 37
Admiral Isabela: The Hissing Drake, p. 157
Etching of Bowl: Rivaini Couscous Salad, p. 19
Etching of Platter: Nevarran Blood Orange Salad, p. 13
Table Setting: Goat Custard, p. 127
Red Bear: Conversion Charts, p. 172
Giant: Lamprey Cake, p. 149
Blue Building: About the Authors and Photoghraphers, p. 175
Mabari and Army: Roasted Turkey with Sides, p. 99
These are all new images with three of these looking to be concept art: the presumably Orlesian woman looking at Andrastian themed items, the antaam spearman preparing to throw a spear, and the table setting of what looks like it might be for Rivain or Tevinter based on the aesthetic. Though I lean more Tevinter due to the snake on the basket.
The bowl and platter look to maybe be prop designs, and they are distinctly bird themed with what looks like feathers around the base of the bowl and then mirrored crows on either side of the platter with a dagger etched in the center.
The red bear shown here is new, though it is similar to a mural in Dragon Age: Inquisition in the barn where there is a green-ish bear with stars on its muzzle breathing what might be fire, while holding the white silhouette of a figure with antlers. (Couldn't attach it due to there being a photo limit.)
Then to further note that the dark blue building image looks similar to some concept art/Development images from Dragon Age: Dreadwolf (DA4)
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Previously Shown Art
The piece below have been shown elsewhere before, but there are some new additions so I am showing it here separately from the new art.
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Ferelden Spread: Roasted Wyvern, p. 85
This is was first shown in The Art of Dragon Age: Inquisition and is labeled as "Fereldan Fineries". It was coloured and lacked the two figures in the back left of this image. (Below)
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Character Art
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Cole and Maryden: The Emerald Valley, p. 169
Sera: Sera's Yummy Corn, p. 103
The Iron Bull and Krem: Hot Chocolate, p. 159
Varric and Aveline: Varric's Favorite Pastries, p. 143
Josephine and Inquisitor: Fish Chowder, p. 59
Leliana: Grilled Poussin, p. 77
Cullen: Croissants, p. 137
Morrigan and Keiran: Nettle Soup, p. 65
King Alistair: King Alistair's Lamb and Pea Stew, p. 67
These were mostly character specific ending slides you could get in DAI, going from the top left to right they are slides for: Trespasser: Human Cole ending up with Maryden. Trespasser: Partial image of a slide for an Inquisitor who agrees to become a red jenny with Sera and the Inquisition is disbanded. Trespasser: Iron Bull and the Chargers are alive and taking jobs throughout Orlais and Ferelden. Trespasser: Varric is Viscount Trespasser: Josephine, her personal quest completed. This is the romanced Josephine version. Trespasser: Leliana, not Divine Trespasser: Cullen, having not taken lyrium during Inquisition Inquisition: Morrigan and Keiran leaving Skyhold World of Thedas vol 2: King Alistair
Ending Slides
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Antaam Slide: Lentil Soup, p. 63
Halamshiral Slide: The Hanged Man's Mystery Meat Stew, p. 57
Grey Warden Slide: Sweet and Sour Cabbage, p. 61
Disbanded Inquisition Slide: Sugar Cake, p. 145
These were all ending slides you could get at some point in Inquisition, from the top left to right: Trespasser: The Qunari threat Inquisition: Kicked out of Halamshiral with low approval Inquisition: Grey Wardens were kept in southern Thedas to rebuild, they are estranged from the Wardens in Weishaupt Trespasser: The Inquisition was disbanded
Final Thoughts and Implied World State
Overall the world state makes a lot of sense I think, they went with the one that would be less quantum - so no one is dead or could be dead and is in an important role; hence Cassandra being Divine,
Summary
Inquisition is disbanded
Grey Wardens are divided; though as of the comics and Tevinter Nights we know regardless all Wardens have been called back to Weisshaupt. Unclear if the civil war mentioned in DAI is actually happening.
Morrigan has Kieran and he doesn't have the old god soul anymore
Cole is human
Josephine had her personal quest done.
Leliana wasn't killed in Origins, she is fully human and now retired.
Alistair is king
Cassandra is Divine, no clear answer on the state of the Seekers.
Cullen is retired and established the sanctuary for former templars.
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cinamonsrolls · 9 months
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I feel like everyone goes on for days about apples and bananas as safe foods, but there's so many lower cal options that you're sleeping on.
For fruit you have:
Cherries - 4
Apricots - 17
Passion fruit - 17
Plums - 30
Cantaloupe - 23 (per 70g)
Mandarin oranges - 47
Peaches - 60
For veggies you have:
Mushrooms - 1
Baby carrots - 5
Celery - 6
Bell pepper - 15
Tomatos - 20
Zucchini - 33
Green beans - 34 (per cup!!! Just throw on some red pepper and lemon juice and feast, sisters)
Artichoke - 60
Cucumber - 66
For meat you have:
Pepperoni - 10
Chicken breast fillet - 17
Prosciutto- 18
Sushi - 39
Literally any lunch meat, they're all low cal!
Strip steak - 40 (3 slices!!!)
Quail breast - 69
Turkey wings - 53
Chicken wings - 77
Beef tripe - 80
Beef jerky - 82
For pastries you have:
White bread - 67
Angel food cake - 72
Victorian sponge cake - 72
Opera cake - 80
Buttermilk Pancake - 83
Pancake - 86
For sweets and snacks you have:
Chinese fortune cookie - 15
Laffy taffy - 33
Pop rocks - 36
Cotton candy - 40 (10g)
Lollipop - 47
Candy cane - 59
As for some more fun drinks (liquid calories can help avoid a binge!) You have:
Airhead - 60
Popcorn - 64 (per cup airpopped)
Animal crackers - 85 (ten crackers)
Baby ruth - 98
Milky way - 99
Vitamin water sugar-free - 0
Sparkling ice sugar-free - 5
Bai - 5 (any flavor)
Caprisun - 30-80 (depends on the flavor)
V8 - 45
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chic-a-gigot · 5 months
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La Mode illustrée, no. 45, 7 novembre 1897, Paris. Robe de dîner en crêpe de Chine rose pâle. Robe de dîner en soie armurée et surah uni. Modèles de chez Mmes de La Torchère et Sauveur, rue du CHerche-Midi, 67. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney
Toilette de dîner en crêpe de Chine rose pâle.
Cette robe faite en crêpe de Chine rose pâle, se compose d'une jupe unie et d'un corsage plat avec ouverture carrée. On ferme le corsage de vant sous un plastron en crêpe plissé, terminé au bord supérieur par une bande de soie blanche, brodée de paillettes; cette garniture se répère par derrière; on la borde devant et derrière avec des épaulettes en soie, brodée de paillettes entourées d'un volant de dentelle crème; les épaulettes se continuent jusqu'à la ceinture, faite en soie verte. Les manches ont des volants en dentelle.
Toilette de dîner en soie armurée et surah uni.
Cette toilette se compose d'une jupe et de manches en soie armurée crème, et d'un corsage avec ceinture et épaulettes en surah de même couleur. Le corsage plissé est réuni à la jupe par une ceinture Médicis, garnie au bord inférieur d'un galon de guipure, et au bord supérieur d'un ruban de velours rouge cerise. Un second ruban part depuis les coutures des manches, et se réunit au ruban de la ceinture. On pose sur le corsage des épaulettes carrées en guipure, placées devant avec de petits coins arrondis, contre le col droit recouvert en étoffe plissée. Les manches bordées de ruches plissées pnt sur les épaules de doubles épaulettes en étoffe plissée et unie; ces dernières sont entourées d'un galon de guipure.
Dinner ensemble in pale pink crepe de chine.
This dress, made in pale pink crepe de chine, consists of a plain skirt and a flat bodice with square opening. The front bodice is closed under a pleated crepe bib, finished at the upper edge with a band of white silk, embroidered with sequins; this garnish can be seen from behind; it is bordered in front and behind with silk shoulder pads, embroidered with sequins surrounded by a cream lace flounce; the shoulder pads continue to the belt, made of green silk. The sleeves have lace ruffles.
Dinner dress in weaved silk and plain surah.
This dress consists of a skirt and sleeves in cream weaved silk, and a bodice with belt and epaulets in surah of the same color. The pleated bodice is joined to the skirt by a Medici belt, trimmed at the lower edge with guipure braid, and at the upper edge with a cherry red velvet ribbon. A second ribbon starts from the sleeve seams, and meets the ribbon on the belt. Square guipure shoulder pads are placed on the bodice, placed in front with small rounded corners, against the straight collar covered in pleated fabric. The sleeves lined with pleated ruffles have double epaulettes in pleated and plain fabric on the shoulders; the latter are surrounded by a guipure braid.
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Old Friends, Old Cars and New Love
Summary: Dean Winchester x Fe!OC (Peggy) [feel free to see yourself as Peggy] -> When Dean takes Sam to see an old friend of his, Sam is, it's safe to say, more than confused to see his brother with an attitude that could only equal lovesick teen or, better yet, married.
Warning: FLUFF! Dogs, Back to the Future mentions (small), light swearing and fade to smut (mostly kissing), mutual pining, long fic etc.
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When Sam woke up that morning, the last thing he expected was to find his brother awake before him - after having a full 8 hours sleep. Both of them. Both of them had slept 8 full hours and yet, Dean was still up before him. 
“Dude, what the-”
“Get dressed.”
Sam paused by the kitchen door. “Okay?...Why?”
“We’re going for a ride.”
“Dean,” Sam began, “we’ve just come back from a hunt yesterday. Dude, we need a break-”
“You can stay here if you want.” Dean said, looking to his brother. “It’s not a hunt. I’m just visiting an old friend.”
“Friend? What friend? We don’t have friends, Dean. Our friends are all dead- well, most of them are.”
Dean ignored Sam’s comments. “Look, I’m going up to see her. You can either stay here or you can come with.”
“Her?”
Dean had never mentioned a ‘her’ before outside of Charlie, Jody and Donna. 
Dean just nodded to his brother. “She’s just moved. Lives a couple hours away. Thought I’d go up and say hi. There’s a couple of things I want to grab while I’m up there, too.”
“Things? What things?” Since when had his brother become a sudden mystery. Her? Things? “Are you feeling okay, Dean? You’re not…concussed? Are you? Fever?”
Sam went to place his hand by his brother’s head, but Dean just batted it away. “Are you coming or not?”
Sam agreed to go. He wanted to know who this ‘her’ was. 
All the way there, Sam asked questions. 
“Who is she? When did you meet her? What’s her name? Where the hell are we going? You’re not going just to hook up, are you? Because if you are-”
“Sam.” Dean interjected. “She’s just an old friend. I met her when I was younger. She’s got a couple of my things in her attic that I need since we’ve moved into the Bunker. Now, will you please shut up.”
“Okay.”
It was a little while longer until finally they arrived. 
Dean pulled Baby into park outside of a car mechanic shop. Sutton Workshop. 
Slowly, Sam got out of the car whilst his brother practically skipped. Where the hell were they?
Mostly, the place was silent. Was she, whoever she was, aware that they were coming?
But Sam jumped the moment he heard a voice swear. Then he spotted a pair of legs from under the cherry red mustang.. 
“Shit!”
Dean chuckled. “Don’t worry Cherry. She’s all bark and no bite.”
Sam could only see the legs of the person, but they became paralised. But not out of fear - out of recognition. 
From under the car, Peggy smiled. She thought she had been kidding herself when she heard the familiar roar of the familiar, black, 67’ but the moment she heard that deep chuckle, she knew. 
“You talking to me or the car?” Peggy asked before she rolled herself from under the car to look at the older Winchester who was stood leaning against the car. “And get off. It’s a new paint job.”
Dean stepped back with his hands up. “Yes, ma’am.”
Peggy stood up and was quick to embrace Dean. “God, it’s good to see you.” He still smelt the same. It was almost intoxicating. Whiskey and leather the seats of Baby and…gunpowder? Yep. Still Dean Winchester. 
As Peggy let go and stepped back, she found another guy stood beside them. “Peg, this is Sam.”
Peggy shook the hand of Sam’s shocked person. “Hi, nice to finally meet you.”
“I’d say you too but…”
“He didn’t tell you who I was, did he?” Peggy hit Dean’s arm, enough to make him hold it after. “Thanks for that.”
“What? He never asked.”
Sam pulled a face at Dean but he just shrugged in return. “So, tell me, what are you in town for?”
“I was hoping you still had some of my boxes.”
Boxes? What boxes? Dean had boxes?
Peggy smiled. “Yeah, I’ve still got em’. They’re up in my attic. I’ve still got a couple cars to work on but you’re welcome to go and get em’.” Peggy walked into her office before finding her house keys and chucking them over to Dean. 
“You sure?”
Peggy nodded. “Yeah. I’ll meet you back at home later. I’ve got a customer coming picking up his car in about 20 minutes.”
“Okay, I’ll see you there.”
“See ya!” Peggy then slipped back under her car and continued her work. 
“Sam!”
Sam jumped back into action and followed his brother back to Baby before Dean began driving a few streets away. “This is where she lives?”
“It didn’t look like this beforehand.” Dean told Sam, “She fixed it up.”
“She did all of this?”
Dean shrugged, placing the key into the door. “Well, I helped…a little.”
“When?” Sam asked, a little offended he didn’t know. 
“About two years ago. There was a hunt close by and she needed some help. So I helped.” Dean briefly explained. “Up here.”
Sam found it oddly unsettling that his brother knew this house a lot better than he knew the Bunker. And that's saying something. It was like there was an air of domesticity around Dean - something Sam never, ever saw in him. No matter how hard Dean tried to have it, he never could but here? Here it was like he was swimming in it. 
It was a good look on him. 
Dean pulled at the short cord before the stairs collapsed down and he began to climb them. 
The attic had been decorated, too. A little, at least. There were wooden panels everywhere, a couple of empty case boards and case file boxes on the floor. In the other corner was a large double bed with multiple plastic boxes on top with the labels of Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas on them. 
All Dean could say was; “She’s a holiday person.”
Underneath the rest of the unpacked boxes and trunks was a rug. Clearly, this was made to be an extra bedroom but had become more of a storage space for a while. 
Dean shrugged off his jacket and placed it over the wooden banister that was placed at the side of the door and began looking around. 
In the middle of the sloping roof was a window that allowed you to either watch the birds fly by or watch the stars at night. 
There had been so many nights spent here, for Dean. He could still remember the days when the case boards were filled with pinned photos and colored string leading from one to another. 
As Dean began opening one box, Sam opened another. And that was when he saw it. 
Dean’s things. 
His stuff. 
Everything from his childhood - photo albums, school reports, school projects…everything was saved. In another box were awards he’d gotten from school. His highschool diploma. 
“She framed it.” Dean said in shock as he found it at the bottom of his box. 
“What?” Sam asked, but Dean just ignored him and turned to the next box. 
“Why didn’t you tell me about all of this?” Sam asked. 
Again, nothing. 
“Dean!”
Dean snapped out of his trance and looked to his brother. “What?”
“Why didn’t you tell me about Peggy?”
Dean shrugged his shoulders. “I guess it just never came up.”
“You helping fix a house never came up? Dean. We’ve been here half an hour and you’ve yet to tell me anything.”
“Look, Peg and I…we’re friends. Sometimes when I’d go hunting and there wasn’t a case, I’d come and see her. I’d help her out. It’s nothing.”
Sam thought for a moment. “So…have you two ever…”
Surprisingly, Dean seemed a little confused by what Sam was insinuating, but then it clicked. “What? Oh. No. No. We’re just friends. Jesus.”
Sam chuckled a little. “Okay, just…had to ask. You dressed as the easter bunny?”
“What?” Dean looked up and Sam showed him the photo. 
“No. Mom dressed me as the easter bunny.”
“It’s cute.”
“No, it’s not.”
Then a voice cut the conversation. “It’s adorable.”
Dean smiled seeing as Peggy scaled the stairs and came up into the attic space. She looked over Sam’s shoulder from where he sat and took the photo in her hands. “Come on. I should frame it.”
“Don’t.” Dean warned. 
She turned the photo so he could see. “But you’re adorable.”
He swiftly stood up and took the photo from her. “Absolutely not.”
“Fine.” Peggy groaned. “Jackass.”
“Moron.” 
Sam couldn’t help but smile as he watched their interaction. He’d never seen Dean like this…it was good. 
“Why are you looking through this stuff anyway?” Peggy asked, sitting on the floor beside Dean as he sat on the trunk. 
“We’ve moved into a Bunker.”
Peggy laughed at first but then realized. “Oh, you’re being serious.”
Dean nodded, proudfully. “Yep. We’re legacies.”
“Legacies? How fancy.” 
Dean didn’t explain further, so Sam did. “Our grandfather- Henry-”
Peggy quickly looked to Dean. “Your dad’s dad? You met your grandfather?”
She looked back to Sam and he nodded. “Yep.”
“Holy crap.”
“Anyway, he’s a Man of Letters. Apparently it’s a secret Hunter’s organization thing. Anyway, we’ve moved in.”
“And I want to actually make it a home.”
Peggy nodded, looking at Dean as he spoke. “That’s good. But you’ve always got a home here, if you need one.”
Dean looked at her and smiled. “I know.”
Sam watched the interaction again. Was Dean lying to him about the dating thing?
Peggy, however, then broke it and stood up. “I’ve put some food on. I’ll shout you down when it’s ready. You need any help?” 
Dean shook his head. “No, we’ve got it. Thanks, Moron.”
“Anytime, Jackass.” Peggy smiled before making her way down the stairs but not before popping her head back up. 
“You’re not allergic to anything, are you Sam?”
Sam shook his head. “No.”
“Okay, good. See you soon.”
Around an hour later, Peggy shouted for them both to come downstairs and wash up before all three of them sat down to eat. 
“Who is this guy?” Dean asked, suddenly being met by a shaggy lab. 
“That is Einstein." 
“Back to the Future?” Dean asked. 
“You know it.” Peggy smiled.
Sam was in shock. His brother couldn’t be more…normal if he tried. And since when did Dean like dogs? 
“Einstein, outside. Come on. Fetch.”
Peggy threw his ball out into the backyard before closing the door and letting him run around the garden in circles until he’d tire himself out. 
“When did you get him?” Dean asked, making his way into the dining room. 
“Last year.” Peggy explained. “He was a shelter dog and I was getting lonely around here, so I adopted him.”
“What happened to creeper-dude? Rick.”
Peggy nodded. “Rich. And, we broke up.”
Dean nodded. “Good. Never liked him anyway.”
“You don’t like any guys I date.”
“Because they’re all wrong for you.”
“Then who’s right for me?”
Dean gave a slight smirk. “I don’t know. Me?”
Peggy looked at him and Sam could have swore he saw her blush as she looked down. “Oh, I walked into that one.”
“Yeah, you did.” Dean smiled. “You need help?”
“No, I got it.” Peggy carried the large bowl of pasta into the dining room whilst Dean grabbed the plates and laid them out. 
The next hour and half was filled with many different conversations all from Dean’s stint in Purgatory to Sam’s days at Stanford. But it was all good. They laughed and cried at the laughter. And for Sam, it was the happiest he’d seen his brother…ever. 
“I’ve finished the spare rooms so you two could stay if you want?”
“Are…are you sure?” Sam asked. 
Peggy nodded and collected the plates but Dean swiftly took them from her and took them to the kitchen himself. “You cooked, we’ll clean.”
“Thanks. And, yes. I’m sure. I’d be nice to actually have someone to talk to. And I could use your help,” Peggy walked into the kitchen carrying the glasses. “A customer came in just before I shut up for the evening. American Station Wagon and I, for the life of me, cannot see anything wrong.”
“Well, it can’t be good if you need a second pair of eyes.”
“I know.”
Peggy was the best mechanic Dean knew. Anything that came into the shop from motorbikes to Baby herself. Peggy could fix anything and she was the only one Dean trusted enough to handle Baby. 
The next day soon came and Sam decided to take a walk with Einstein to the dog park since Dean and Peggy headed to the shop early. 
Meanwhile, as he passed the shop, he could see Dean stood in his gray t-shirt that was covered in grease stains from the oil whilst Peggy stood in her overalls and her hair pulled up into a messy bun. With the heat, Dean had pulled his own overalls to tie around his waist hence the stains on his t-shirt. 
And when Bobby called Sam and Sam asked the old man about Dean and Peggy - 
“Oh, yeah. I’ve seen them. God love that boy, but he’s an idiot.”
“Tell me about it.” Sam replied, rolling his eyes. “We’ve been here just over 24 hours and, Bobby, I have to tell you. I’ve never seen him like this before. He’s actually…happy. He slept all night. He was up just after me and Peggy.”
“You don’t have to tell me, boy. I was there when they met. Pair of lovesick teenagers if I ever saw em’.” Bobby explained. “But the idjit waited too long to make a move and now thinks he’s stuck in the friendzone.”
“Maybe he is.” Even as Sam said it, he didn’t believe it. “Maybe they are just friends.”
“Boy, have you ever seen Dean look at Jody that way? Or Donna, or Charlie? No.” Bobby pointed out. “That isn’t the look of friendship, Sam. That is the look of a man in love.”
Sam looked across the street and saw Dean looked at Peggy. God, Dean was so in love. 
“You’re right, Bobby.”
“That boy’s too frightened of his own skin to do anything about it.” For as much as Dean was one of, if not the most feared hunter, he was terrified. He was terrified of something happening to him and leaving her alone or heartbroken, or worse, hating him for all eternity. And he was terrified that something would happen to her. He’d lost a lot of good people in his life, but Peggy? Well, she was the best. He couldn’t lose her or he might just lose himself, too. 
Sam continued on his walk back from the park with Einstein and, eventually, around 8pm Dean and Peggy arrived back home. 
Sam had called Dean and left him a couple of messages but, it was the note left on the kitchen counter which let him know where his baby brother was. 
Dean listened to the voicemail Sam left. 
“Everything okay?” Peggy asked. 
Dean nodded. “Yeah…Sam’s gone on a date.”
“He has?”
Dean was a little shocked, but he was happy. 
“Yeah. Eileen. She’s…a hunter we met a couple weeks back. She’s not too far from town and…he’s gone on a date.”
Peggy smiled. “Good for him. Oh, no. What’s that look?”
“I know he’s a grown man- we both know that.” Dean mentioned, mocking his brother’s height a little. “But…I don’t know.”
“It feels like he’s flown the nest?” Peggy smiled. “Don’t worry. When he comes back here with all his ‘first date’ questions, you can answer all of them in detail. Maybe even teach him about the birds and the bees-”
And the moment was gone. “Okay. Nope. Not doing that.”
Peggy gave a soft laugh. “Okay, go and get a shower because as much as I enjoy the smell of motor oil, I’d rather not smell it 24/7.”
Dean nodded. “Okay.”
When Dean finished in the bathroom - remembering to place his towel inside the washing basket outside the door - that was when he spotted them. 
Photos. 
Their frames lined the walls and they were all of her family. Her folks, cousins, school friends and…him. 
Dean, carefully, picked it off the wall. 
There were a few of both of them scattered across the walls in the home. But Dean could remember this one. 
It was the first time they fixed a car together. Her mom or dad must have taken it since Bobby was asleep in the background with his cap over his face. He could see her smile - it still made his heart warm. But he could see his, also. God, he was so in love with her. Still was. 
That was when he heard the soft humming of music from the attic. 
Turning back, he switched the bathroom light out and headed up the stairs and found Peggy smiling softly at the record case in her hand. 
Etta James. 
She’d maybe played that album 30 times or more when they first met. 
The song currently playing was Sunday Kind of Love. It was…her. 
Peggy had to move the boxes from the bed to grab the record player from down the opposite side of the bed. 
Peggy looked up when she sensed him, and smiled. “Oh, hey.”
“Hey,” Dean then remembered the photo in his hand. “I found this.”
Placing the record beside her on the trunk, she stood and walked over to Dean. She took the photo from his hands and examined it. She’d put the photo’s up so long ago, she almost forgot she actually had them. 
Peggy smiled, as did Dean. “I remember this! This was the first car we worked on together.”
She went quiet for a few moments until- “God, I was so in love with you here.”
But then she realized what she had said and the fact that she had said it out loud. The smile from Dean’s face dropped when he realized, too. “What?”
Peggy panicked, but tried her best to remain calm. “Nothing. I - I don’t even know why I said that.”
She went to turn away and to pick the album cover up again. “Peg, what do you mean-”
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter.” But Dean didn’t take her reply. 
“You were in love with me?”
Crap. 
“Dean, you don’t have to worry.” Peggy tried to tell him. “I was young. We both were.”
“Peg, just answer the question.”
“Dean-”
Dean stepped a little closer to her. “Did you love me?”
There was no getting out of this one. 
“Maybe.” She first answered. “No. Yes. Dean, look, I was young and you were…you. You don’t have to-”
“Do you still?”
Now this question shocked her more than the last. Of course she did, but could she really tell him that? Tell him that for the past, almost 17 years of her life, she had loved him. That every now and then she’d date someone but it always ended because of many reasons, but the main was was that the guy wasn’t him? Because she knew, deep down, that her heart or at least some part of her would always belong to him. Always. 
“Dean…I-” Peggy couldn’t find the words. 
Dean found himself stepping forward a few more steps and slowly leaning down. “Dean-” He pulled back a little. “You don’t have to do this.”
But Dean only gave a silent answer by looking at her and leaning in slowly until eventually the breath he could feel on his lips wasn’t just his own. It was hers, too. He’d waited 17 years to do this - all because he’d been too scared, too chicken. Bobby was right. He is an Idjit. 
The first kiss was soft. Barely there. Really, it couldn’t be considered a kiss. It was more of a breath. 
But then his lips caught hers and as he truly kissed her, she kissed back. His hands cupped her cheeks and softly held her closer to him. 
Peggy herself found his reaction a shock, but found her own an even bigger one. She was kissing him back. Slowly, her hands came up to his chest and the moment she felt him pulling away, her hands gripped at his shirt and pulled him closer. 
Even though the first kiss didn’t really break fully, this was still their second kiss. And she could feel Dean’s smile in it, causing a small one of her own as she felt his hands go from her face to her back, holding her in a hug almost until finally his hands reached her legs and he lifted her up. 
Her own hands were by his face, feeling his clean shaven skin beneath her palms. 
This was the best kiss of their lives. 
It only took a few steps, but Dean eventually reached the bed in the corner of the room and lay Peggy carefully onto her back, being careful not to break the kiss too much. 
They’d both waited so long for this. 
Maybe they should have told each other sooner. 
“Peggy-” Dean managed to pull back for a moment but his own desire to keep on kissing took back over for a short second. “Peg- Peggy.”
“Dean, if you don’t-”
“I love you.” 
Dean was never one for words, not really. He usually showed his love more than he said it. But with her it was different. He could talk. He could tell her how he felt and what he was thinking. He could tell her he loved her. He had to tell her. 
“I know I don’t say it often, but I do. I was in love with you, too. In that photo. I have been since we were kids. Maybe that’s why it didn’t work out with other people? Maybe that’s why I don’t want anyone to stick. But you-”
“Dean,” Peggy interjected. “I love you too.”
Dean felt his own brain stall. He had an idea before he kissed her but hearing it? That was something different. It felt different. 
“Are you-”
Peggy gave a light laugh that had been giving him butterflies in his stomach since the first day he heard her laugh. “Jackass? I just told you I love you, too. Now, shut up and kiss me.”
Dean smiled back. “Yes, ma’am.”
And he did as he was told. 
Dean lowered himself back down and they began kissing all over again. If they were both dead now, this was their heaven. They didn’t need much else besides one another, and maybe a comfortable bed and a couple cars to fix when they weren’t too busy. 
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through the hourglass 110. brb x oc
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a/n: good god we got to 110 chapters.......what the fuck am i doing.....and yet WE ARE NOT DONE HAH * laughs nervously *
pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: none. pure fluff
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“I can’t believe we’re having cherry pie at midnight.” Beatrice says, her legs resting on top of his thighs as the two sit on the couch, “And watching Peaky Blinders.” the gunshot that echoed from the tv didn’t even phase them, “And you got me flowers.”
“It’s been a while since I got you some.” he smirks, chewing his forkful as he rubs her calf, “How’s it though? Good?”
Beatrice stares at him as if he asked the dumbest question ever, “Good?You know, when you told me you could bake I thought ‘wow,he’s husband material alright.’.” she finishes her sentence with a giggle, moving her calf back and forth on his hold because she was so relaxed.
“And I am,aren’t I?”
“Of course you are.” she pokes his side with her foot, squeaking when he just grabs her ankle and traps her there, “You are the best husband that ever existed.”
Rooster’s cheeks flushed a soft red and he scratched the bridge of his nose sheepishly, avoiding her eyes for a second, “Anyway,” he says as he clears his throat, ‘How was work? Did Evelyn stay long?”
‘Honestly,” she gestures with her fork, looking at the ceiling, “It was so crazy, like, the amount of people,Roos. It’s like it tripled in a matter of months! It really was wild because me,Shells and Jessie had to switch spots every now and again while Penny stayed behind the counter! But it was really fun…oh! And Ev stayed for about…half an hour? Maybe, she didn’t plan on staying long to be honest, she just wanted to see everyone because she missed us…and to tell Jake she was fine, he kept messaging her.”
“Honestly that’s how I felt when I was away.” he murmured, rubbing her calf again, “I worried so much,gorgeous.”
Beatrice’s eyes softened as she looked at him, placing the empty plate on the coffee table - far enough from Jolene so she wouldn’t snatch a bite - and pushing herself to her knees. He already knew what was going after, so he set his plate aside as well and leaned back so she could sit on his lap, his sigh of relief once she does makes her smile, “You like me sitting on your lap?”
“Or on my face.” she gasps in shock, cheeks turning red, “Both are great for me.”
“Rooster.”
“Bea.”
They stare at each other for a few seconds, eventually breaking into quiet laughter before their foreheads met, “...I know you worry about me.” she whispered, “And that you were even more worried because you were far away from me.” her hands gently cup his cheeks and brush her thumbs over his cheekbones, “I admit I was really nervous, I really was…but at least you came back soon and saw Nikki’s birth.”
His smile widens, “I did. It was the most magical thing ever.” he pauses “And the most terrifying one, seeing you passed out…was fucking scary, but at least everything went well.”
“And you were with me as Nikki grew into a healthy six months old baby.” she says, “...she’s six months old,Roos. Can you believe it? She’ll be one year old next year. Like…in a matter of months!”
“And I’ll be thirty nine.” he frowns a bit, “...Jesus.”
“You look great for a thirty nine years old man.” she counters, gently brushing her fingers on his temples, “You still look handsome as the first time I saw you…and you’ll get even better as you get older.” he huffs out a disbelieved laugh, but Beatrice is serious, “I swear, Roos you are so handsome. And you look at least in your early thirties.”
“Watch until I get my first gray hairs.”
‘You’ll be a silver fox.” she grins when he laughs, unabashedly and loud, his hands caressing her hips and down her thighs, “You know that. You know you’ll be absolutely handsome when you get older.”
Bradley’s smile softened because his wife was so incredibly sweet without even trying to. He leans up to meet her lips in a lazy kiss, one that was sweet and full of promise at the same time, “Thank you,gorgeous.” he smirks, “You’ll look even better too.”
Beatrice giggles, nuzzling his neck and letting him hug her waist, both of them going quiet after a while, the silence only breaking because of the gentle sound of rain coming from the outside. Beatrice loved this serenity and calmness whenever they were together, it was one of her favorite moments: just enjoying each other, with or without Nikki present, was amazing.
Whenever Nicole was around, their daughter liked to be almost sandwiched between them, gurgling giggles and wriggling against them, loving the attention from both of her parents. “...you know,Evelyn will be three months pregnant.” she muttered, “She might do a baby shower.”
Rooster blinked in surprise, “Evelyn? A baby shower? Really?”
“I know I couldn’t believe myself.” she laughs, “But it has something to do with her family coming over, especially both of her grandmas. She said it’ll be fun…she hopes.” Beatrice drops her head on his shoulder as his hand moves up and down her spine, following the line that went up to her neck then back down to her tailbone with the tips of his finger, “We didn’t do one for Nicole,did we?”
He arches his eyebrows with his eyes still on the tv, “We didn’t have to, people just gave us things without us even asking.”
“True.” she turns to watch the tv as well, seeing Tommy Shelby scream at someone who she couldn’t identify, “Would you want something like that?”
“Hm?”
“For our future kids? Like…a baby shower?” Beatrice’s question was hesitant, so much that Rooster tilted his head to look at her, arching his brow, “Well…we talked about having more.” and she felt stupid for thinking he’d be upset, or he’d tell her to ‘not think about that now’
It was Rooster for god’s sake.
“Do you want to? I mean,” he laughs softly, scratching his jaw, ‘Considering how everything went with Nicole, do we even need to?” 
“Well,good point.” she laughs, dropping her head on his chest as thunder rumbled above them, the rain gaining more force outside, “Maybe not,huh?”
“Think about it,” he begins while still rubbing her back, “We can use some of Nicole’s old clothes to the new kids.” he shrugs, “Recycling, reusing, I mean most of her clothes are gender neutral too, we don’t have to worry about that.”
Beatrice’s smile widened as she looked at his chest, her body feeling so light because of his words. Rooster was an incredible partner, almost unreal sometimes, and she felt he was feeling that more and more as time went by. Maybe he stopped blaming himself so much - finally- maybe he noticed he deserves to have the good things in his life without fearing the worst.
“I like that.” she murmurs, smelling his cologne as she buries her face into his shirt, “I really like that.”
“Are you sleepy?”
Was she? The yawn she tried to hold back was enough of an answer, making her laughter appear distorted when she managed to giggle at him, “A little.” she whispers, “I’m full and happy and warm…and I don’t really want to move.”
“Wanna sleep on the couch?” he suggests and she has to look at him to see if he was serious, “It could fit both of us. Back pain be damned.” Beatrice laughs, still holding onto him only to prop her chin onto his pectorals.
“Hmmm…tempting,but I do like our bed.” she says, “And I want to take a shower before we go…and,” another yawn and a shake of her head, “And I’m getting too tired to form sentences,Roos.”
“Well,” he turns on the tv, “You know what that means,” she hears him placing the plate on top of the other, “I gotta carry you upstairs.”
‘You don’t have to-!” she squeaked because of course he’d just ignore her and pick her up like she weighed less than Nicole. Beatrice laughs, dropping her face on his neck as he walks up the stairs with Jojo following them.
“I’m sorry,” he grins, “Did you say something?” and he adjusts her body in his grasp by bouncing her up, cupping her ass cheeks perfectly as he walks into their bedroom, only setting her down after kissing her forehead and humming against her skin, ‘Because I couldn’t hear it.”
Beatrice smiles, meeting his lips in a sweet kiss, breaking away with a gentle smack with her eyes soft and sleepy, “I didn’t say anything.” she grins, kissing the three scars on his chin before she steps away from him, “I’m going to take a quick shower, okay? Won’t take too long.” she’s already kicking off her shoes and unbuttoning her pants, walking her sock covered feet to the bathroom and disappearing from his view.
Rooster just smiles hearing her soft yawn coming from the bathroom, “I’ll clean everything downstairs.” he says, “Won’t take too long either.”
Beatrice let out a positive hum, probably because she was brushing her teeth and he took that as his cue to leave. He pet Jolene in the hallway, whistling so she’d follow him back downstairs just to keep him some company. 
He gathered the plates and the pie - after eating another part of the crust and closing his eyes because good God he was so good at this - placing the now room temperature dessert inside the fridge, closing the door with his elbow and licking his fingers clean, ‘I’m a great baker.” he turns to Jolene who’s now sitting patiently next to him as he approaches the sink, “I might bake something for you guys, you know? It’d be pretty good, something safe for dogs.”
The pittie whines in her throat, tapping her paws excitedly on the tiled floor “You’d like that,huh?” he asks while washing the plates and then putting them in the cabinets once they were dry. He pauses for a second, his hand resting on the lower side of the cabinet as he notices how domestic their life was.
He remembers when he was younger, just starting in the Navy, how some of his friends couldn’t imagine domesticity. A partner? Yes, but some - if not most - dreaded the idea of domesticity because it sounded so boring. Rooster didn’t hate it, in fact he wanted domesticity but couldn’t imagine himself getting it so soon in his life.
Most of his days were spent alone but he imagined what it’d be like…what it’d be like to have someone to come home to. He didn’t have anyone, so in reality the idea of coming back to his small apartment back then was almost dreadful, but what could he do? So now, these little things - baking for his wife, washing dishes, spending time with Nicole - were so important to him.
As important as his job was if he was honest.
This downtime that some officers didn’t seem to like, not all of them thankfully, but some of them. Amazingly the same ones who always complained about their wives and how they couldn’t wait to be deployed again.
Shit people they were.
“Hey.” he looks up when he hears her voice, her hair just a bit damp because of the steam and the long shirt - another one that belonged to him, this one simply had SIERRA NEVADA on it - that touched her thighs and hugged on her hips, feet bare, “I was going to help you clean up.”
He smiles, dropping his head a bit, “Ah,gorgeous, you don’t have to.” he says, “I thought you were going to wait for me in bed.”
Beatrice hummed, the soft ‘tap tap’ of her soles hitting the cold tiles only signaled she was approaching him, eventually standing on his side and hugging his muddle. Her ear was right on top of his heart and his arm wrapped around her shoulders, “Not the same without you.” 
He clenched his eyes with a pained smile because she kept being too cute for his own good. He closes the cabinet with a flick of his hand, dropping little kisses to her scalp as they stand in front of the sink, “Not the same,huh?” she shakes her head against his chest, “Gotta admit it’s very similar to how I feel when I’m gone.”
Her eyes blinked open and her head tilted upwards, propping her chin on his chest, trying her best to stay awake, “You miss me a lot.” she says as if she just found out he had a crush on her, her sleepy state made her giggle like a schoolgirl, “You do~”
“I do.” he smirks,”Now come on, do you want me to carry you up the stairs?”
“Yesss…” he laughs at her response, “Can you carry me bridal style?”
Bradley answered by scooping her up with ease, kissing her cheek, “Can I?” he grins, “Just turn the lights off for me,gorgeous. My hands are busy.” he carries her to the light switch so she could click on it, leaving them both in the dark, the only light source coming from the lights outside and their bedroom upstairs.
Beatrice snuggles close to him, her legs moving happily as he carries her up to their bedroom once more, this time gently setting her on the bed. His laugh when she immediately burrows herself under the covers, leaving only the upper part of her head and her hair out was adorable, “I’m a mole.” he hears her say, watching her face disappear under the covers, “I live in the darkness.”
His smile turns fond, “Yep, yep you do.” she peeks from under the covers at him, then pulls half of the blanket they kept on the edge up to her shoulder, “Baby, are you really that cold?”
“Yes.”
“You sure?”
“I could be warm but my husband is taking his sweet time to get in here.”
“Ah, my apologies ma’am.” he throws his hands up in defense, “I’ll just change and then I’ll be right there with you.”
Thankfully all he had to do was remove his shirt and adjust his sweatpants after brushing his teeth, nothing more. He left the bathroom to see Beatrice’s eyes following him, more specifically the way his hips moved - and in turn the elastic got a liiitle bit lower every time, exposing his Adonis lines and the happy trail that was darker than his hair - slowly climbing into the bed, under the covers and opening his arms, “C’mere.’ she just scoots over, wrapping herself around him like a spider monkey.
He smiles when her body relaxes and her cheek is pressed to his chest, “Comfortable?”
“Yes. Are you?”
“Always.”
They stay quiet for a few seconds and Rooster knows she’s about to ask something because of how he feels her wriggling a bit, “What’s happening,gorgeous?”
She moves a bit against him, then tilts her head upwards, licking her lips, “...nothing. I just was thinking about you.’ she smiles, pressing her cheek on his bicep, “And how incredible you are and how sweet too, and how much of a great father you are as well.”
Rooster just looked down at her, a gentle curl of his lips as she spoke, so he didn’t stop her, “...you are doing great,Roos.” she says, “You are doing incredibly great.”
‘So are you,gorgeous.”
“Hey,come on,” she playfully shoves his shoulder, gently, “I’m complimenting you right now.”
“Oh so I can’t compliment right back?”
“Nope.” she pops the ‘p’ with a giggle, a giggle that only intensified when he moved his head closer and pressed their noses together. “...I’m just really happy.” she whispers, her minty fresh breath hitting his mouth, “That I have you and Nikki and the dogs…and the house. And that I’m getting better little by little and that you are getting better as well.”
“I try.”
“You do, and it shows.” she says, rubbing his cheek, “You are incredible,Roos.”
He could lie and say he didn’t want nor care about compliments, but he did. And he loved hearing them, especially from Beatrice. He chose to just smile back, then kiss the tip of her nose instead of throwing it under the rug with a compliment towards her, “Thank you,gorgeous.” he says, smiling even more when she snuggled closer to him, “Anyway,what are the plans for tomorrow?”
“Besides the usual?” she asks, hugging his torso, “Getting the christmas things out, setting everything up before we go to Marcus this Saturday.”
“You think we’ll be able to do it?”
“Absolutely.” she smiles, “We can be pretty fast.” Beatrice’s hand is still touching his face, her eyes soft and sleepy, “I’m glad you are here…for Christmas.”
‘So am I.”
“...we’ll make it very special,Roos.’ she smiles, “I promise, the holidays will be the most amazing ones you’ll ever have.”
He believes her.
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mylittledarkag3 · 1 month
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How many have you read out of the hundred?
Me: 64/100
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1. "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen
2. "Crime and Punishment" by Fyodor Dostoevsky
3. "To Kill a Mockingbird" by Harper Lee
4. "1984" by George Orwell
5. "Great Expectations" by Charles Dickens
6. "One Hundred Years of Solitude" by Gabriel García Márquez
7. "Jane Eyre" by Charlotte Brontë
8. "The Catcher in the Rye" by J.D. Salinger
9. "War and Peace" by Leo Tolstoy
10. "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald
11. "Moby-Dick" by Herman Melville
12. "The Odyssey" by Homer
13. "Wuthering Heights" by Emily Brontë
14. "Anna Karenina" by Leo Tolstoy
15. "The Brothers Karamazov" by Fyodor Dostoevsky
16. "The Iliad" by Homer
17. "Frankenstein" by Mary Shelley
18. "Les Misérables" by Victor Hugo
19. "Don Quixote" by Miguel de Cervantes
20. "Middlemarch" by George Eliot
21. "The Picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde
22. "The Scarlet Letter" by Nathaniel Hawthorne
23. "Dracula" by Bram Stoker
24. "Sense and Sensibility" by Jane Austen
25. "The Hunchback of Notre-Dame" by Victor Hugo
26. "The War of the Worlds" by H.G. Wells
27. "The Grapes of Wrath" by John Steinbeck
28. "The Canterbury Tales" by Geoffrey Chaucer
29. "The Portrait of a Lady" by Henry James
30. "The Jungle Book" by Rudyard Kipling
31. "Siddhartha" by Hermann Hesse
32. "The Divine Comedy" by Dante Alighieri
33. "A Tale of Two Cities" by Charles Dickens
34. "The Trial" by Franz Kafka
35. "Mansfield Park" by Jane Austen
36. "The Three Musketeers" by Alexandre Dumas
37. "Fahrenheit 451" by Ray Bradbury
38. "Gulliver's Travels" by Jonathan Swift
39. "The Sound and the Fury" by William Faulkner
40. "Emma" by Jane Austen
41. "Robinson Crusoe" by Daniel Defoe
42. "Tess of the d'Urbervilles" by Thomas Hardy
43. "The Republic" by Plato
44. "Heart of Darkness" by Joseph Conrad
45. "The Hound of the Baskervilles" by Arthur Conan Doyle
46. "The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde" by Robert Louis Stevenson
47. "The Prince" by Niccolò Machiavelli
48. "The Metamorphosis" by Franz Kafka
49. "The Old Man and the Sea" by Ernest Hemingway
50. "Bleak House" by Charles Dickens
51. "Gone with the Wind" by Margaret Mitchell
52. "The Plague" by Albert Camus
53. "The Joy Luck Club" by Amy Tan
54. "The Master and Margarita" by Mikhail Bulgakov
55. "The Red and the Black" by Stendhal
56. "The Sun Also Rises" by Ernest Hemingway
57. "The Fountainhead" by Ayn Rand
58. "The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Plath
59. "The Idiot" by Fyodor Dostoevsky
60. "The Book Thief" by Markus Zusak
61. "The Return of Sherlock Holmes" by Arthur Conan Doyle
62. "The Woman in White" by Wilkie Collins
63. "Things Fall Apart" by Chinua Achebe
64. "Treasure Island" by Robert Louis Stevenson
65. "Ulysses" by James Joyce
66. "Uncle Tom's Cabin" by Harriet Beecher Stowe
67. "Vanity Fair" by William Makepeace Thackeray
68. "Waiting for Godot" by Samuel Beckett
69. "Walden Two" by B.F. Skinner
70. "Watership Down" by Richard Adams
71. "White Fang" by Jack London
72. "Wide Sargasso Sea" by Jean Rhys
73. "Winnie-the-Pooh" by A.A. Milne
74. "Wise Blood" by Flannery O'Connor
75. "Woman in the Nineteenth Century" by Margaret Fuller
76. "Women in Love" by D.H. Lawrence
77. "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" by Robert M. Pirsig
78. "The Aeneid" by Virgil
79. "The Age of Innocence" by Edith Wharton
80. "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho
81. "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu
82. "The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin" by Benjamin Franklin
83. "The Awakening" by Kate Chopin
84. "The Big Sleep" by Raymond Chandler
85. "The Bluest Eye" by Toni Morrison
86. "The Caine Mutiny" by Herman Wouk
87. "The Cherry Orchard" by Anton Chekhov
88. "The Chosen" by Chaim Potok
89. "The Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens
90. "The City of Ember" by Jeanne DuPrau
91. "The Clue in the Crumbling Wall" by Carolyn Keene
92. "The Code of the Woosters" by P.G. Wodehouse
93. "The Color Purple" by Alice Walker
94. "The Count of Monte Cristo" by Alexandre Dumas
95. "The Crucible" by Arthur Miller
96. "The Crying of Lot 49" by Thomas Pynchon
97. "The Da Vinci Code" by Dan Brown
98. "The Death of Ivan Ilyich" by Leo Tolstoy
99. "The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire" by Edward Gibbon
100. "The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood" by Rebecca Wells
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Hey Jen! Congrats on 3k! Well deserved because you are one of my absolute favorites. So here's my submission.
Tell me about being married to Jensen and finally its summer which means loads of time together after he's been away doing press and traveling for The Boys. Knowing he's going to be home he finds the reader sitting by the pool, sucking on a Popsicle. Teasing him definitely. He of course can only take so much given having been away from the reader for to long and he just snaps leading to him taking his wife, the reader.
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Baby, Let’s Put On A Show
Warning: Smut, Somewhat public smut, teasing. Written in Jensen’s POV. Language.
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Word Count: 343
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Jensen felt as if his every nerve ending was on fire, and it had nothing to do with the extreme Texas heat. It did however have everything to do with his wife, who was stretched out on a pool chair, a deep cherry red popsicle sucked deep inside her red stained lips, her tongue wrapped around the frozen treat as she hummed in delight. Clearly she was proud of herself for teasing him, because he was sure he was doing a piss-poor job at hiding the torment he was in. 
She made quiet a show of pulling the fucking thing almost completely out of her mouth, all but the dripping tip, and sucking it back in slowly, sending drops of red liquid down her chin and onto the swells of her breast, and he damn near whimpered audibly. His cock heavy and swollen, his swimming trunks doing little to hide anything from view at all. 
“Can I help you with something babe,” she smirked at him, pulling what was left to the popsicle from the stick with her dampened lips with an exaggerated slirp, and that was it, it was all he could take. 
He doesn’t remember continuously telling his feet to move, but before he’d realized it, he’d crossed the small distance between pool chairs and was on her like some primal, sex deprived animal, growling as he claimed her mouth with a rough kiss that was all tongue and teeth, the kind that left them both panting when he finally pulled away, ripping her bikini bottom off with one pull of the dainty little string on her side, bring a victorious squeal of delight from her. 
“Wanna fucking tease me,” Jensen growled as he fisted his thick cock from his shorts, lining up to her already dripping entrance. “Wanna put on a little show?” He continued as he thrust roughly into her, bringing his hand up to cover her mouth and muffle her scream. “Then baby, let’s put on a show. Give the neighbors something to talk about at the next PTA meeting.”
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unmellowyellowfellow · 3 months
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rewrite comparison!
as promised, here is a little comparison between the way I used to tell the story, to how I am switching gears. This is part of the introduction! Chalk Mountain is my baby, and I hope you enjoy! <3
snippet under the cut!
CM: DRAFT 1 -- INTRODUCTION // OLD DOC
    The Stephensville marketplace parking lot held a very odd feeling in the morning. The weeds that grew in the parking lot sway in the hot wind and the Texas sunset rose over the security cameras on the roof, mockingbirds tweeted in the old dead trees that decorated the lot.     Dixie's old charming olive-green car was the only one in the parking lot. Sat in the driver’s seat, she had the A/C on blast, and old George Strait music muffled by the air conditioning. She licked her fingers and flicked through the Atlas. To be honest, she couldn’t read maps worth a damn, but she had gotten this far with only some error, so she figured she must have done something right. Dixie could recall reading about Chalk Mountain around 9 years ago on this day. Someone claimed a meteorite crashed, but a bunch of officials declared it a hoax or something. Her father would mock the man in the papers. “How can’t you tell the difference between a rock and a space meteor!” He would scoff. She shook the memory off her shoulders and dragged her dirty fingernail down Highway 67 until she found Chalk Mountain, circled in red crayon. It didn’t look to be too far from where she was, which was a relief. She wasn’t sure how much longer her car could take the Texas heat. Dixie began the 20-mile drive to her next stop. Although many articles say it’s a ghost town, long abandoned, she’d hoped they were just being dramatic and that she could find a place to live in this old desert town. Even if she was the only one there besides a coyote, she wouldn’t mind that too much at all.
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CM: NEW DRAFT -- INTRODUCTION // NEW DOC
The red sand of the west Texas desert gets into every nook and cranny of life around these parts. The texture is rough, yet soft; and leaves a stain on your Sunday best that sticks to ya like a honeybee to a marigold. It sneaks underneath your fingernails and hides in the corners, just out of reach. I suppose that may not be a problem for some folks. Some like the orange tint to their white button shirts, or the wind blowing in an excuse to call into work on a Wednesday to go get evening coffee and pie with your aunt down the street, or the way it sounds against the windows may resemble the gentle patter of rain against the sill.  Dixie quite liked the color of the sand, although she called it the red dirt. Her fluffy hair greatly resembled the red dirt below her porch steps that she left her stained boots on when she came home from trekking downtown. She sat down next to her boots and flicked a lighter, watching the flame dance.  She thought of her mother with a furrowed brow and a professional skill to ignore her father when he shouted inside the house about this and that. She missed her brother who ran away from home when they were children, who always had her back when their father would lash out back then. Dixie always wondered, and secretly hoped, that they were out there together somewhere.  Right as Dixie lit up an old roach that she had found in the dirty pockets of her overalls, her lungs burned from the deep inhale as her father came out the door. “Dixie,” “Yes, Walter,” The smoke trailed through her words. “What the hell‘re you doing?” He stepped over to her and looked at the spot next to her on the step. She responded in a single nod and scooted away from him to let him sit. “Drugs,” Dixie offered the cherry towards him and he scoffed. 
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jojotichakorn · 10 months
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archer's DRAMAtic list
releasing a new list of dramas that i have seen with six different categories in terms of recommendation. the series are placed in order from most to least liked in each category. each series is linked to its mydramalist page.
must-watch
1. my school president
2. the eighth sense
3. never let me go
4. semantic error
5. only friends
6. light on me
7. enchanté
8. manner of death
9. cherry magic
10. like in the movies
recommend
11. pit babe
12. dangerous romance
13. a boss and a babe
14. vice versa
15. kieta hatsukoi
16. our dating sim
17. to my star 1 & 2
18. a breeze of love
19. love for love's sake
20. dark blue kiss (+ petekao cut)
21. 2moons2
22. gameboys
23. color rush
24. a tale of thousand stars
25. long time no see
26. my engineer
27. we best love: no 1 for you (JUST season 1)
28. love tractor
29. you make me dance
30. cutie pie
31. our skyy (+ our skyy 2)
recommend but dislike something about it (in brackets: what i dislike)
32. guardian (the last 10-ish episodes / the ending)
33. kinnporsche (basically everything connected to the minor family)
34. bad buddy (the parents arc / the ending)
35. the eclipse (political metaphor)
36. not me (political conclusion)
37. lovely writer (explained in this post)
38. he’s coming to me (thun’s backstory)
39. history 3: trapped (cops)
40. 2gether (+ still2gether) (the last two episodes of 2gether / the central separation plot of still2gether)
don’t feel strongly about it either way
41. until we meet again
42. i told sunset about you
43. my pistachio
44. ingredients
45. hidden agenda
46. where your eyes linger
47. step by step
48. YYY
49. hello stranger
50. red balloon
51. en of love: tossara
52. gen y
53. oxygen
do NOT recommend but like something about it (in brackets: what i like)
54. moonlight chicken (heart and li ming)
55. love by chance (ae and pete)
56. why r u? (saifah and zon)
57. 2moons (ming and kit)
58. star and sky: star in my mind (khluen)
59. great men academy (tangmo)
60. together with me (+ preq. bad romance, seq. together with me the next chapter) (max and tul origins)
61. en of love: love mechanics (+ alt. version: love mechanics) (some parts of the romance)
62. bed friend (some parts of the romance)
63. history 2: crossing the line (qui zi xuan and hsia yu hao)
do NOT recommend AT ALL
64. my gear and your gown
65. theory of love
66. the best story
67. advance bravely
68. sotus (+ sotus s)
69. tonhon chonlatee
70. we best love: fighting mr. 2nd
71. history 1: stay away from me
72. history 3: make our days count
73. water boyy
74. tharntype
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necromeowncy · 5 months
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9 People You Would Like to Know Better
Tagged by @ne-si-quis - thank you so much for tagging me! :D
1. Three ships: First is obviously the ship I write for on my main blog here: WoL/G'raha Tia from Final Fantasy XIV. My other two favorite ships are Midna/Link from the Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess, and Karlach/Tav from Baldur's Gate 3.
2. First ship: Midna/Link. I first played Twilight Princess when it came out in 2006 when I was 13 years old, and that ship has stayed with me all these years.
3. Last song: 67 Cherry Red by Aaron West and the Roaring Twenties.
4. Last film: Crimson Peak.
5. Currently reading: Wolfsong by TJ Klune. (Just got it this week!)
6. Currently watching: I watched the first two episodes of Our Flag Means Death the other week if that counts?
7. Currently consuming: Nothing at the moment, but I made coffee this morning with lavender in it. It was very good.
8. Currently craving: More coffee. But alas, I already had some. lol
If you read all the way through this, consider yourself tagged, especially if we're mutuals. :)
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mad-maximoff · 6 months
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𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙮 𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧
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Oscar Isaac!DetectiveXReader
(I’m uploading the first chapter of this new series here and if you like it I’ll keep posting it! If not than it’ll stay on Wattpad🤭)
Summary: For 5 years, there's been a serial killer on the loose in New York. Homicide detective Oscar Isaac has been hunting this guy down since then. He is haunted by the female victims this animal puts in his path. He has the help of Cherry, a prostitute working the street. Can Cherry help Oscar catch the killer? Or will the killer consume Oscar?
Warnings: Language, talks abt murder (this chapt isn't spicy yet;))
Word Count: 1,043
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18 deaths in 5 years. I've been the lead Detective on the case since the first murder took place. All women. 9 of them were normal women off the street. 9 were hookers. Still innocent women. No matter their profession. It's been eating me alive.
"Ey yo hombre? Tienes gasolina eh?" I walked out of the bodega on 5th Ave in the Bronx listening to two guys conversation. "Compra gasolina, te refieres a hierba. Vamos a tener un problema." I took the first bite of my breakfast sandwich flashing my badge at the gentlemen who darted when I took another step. "Pollos!" I wanted action, they fled. Too many guys lean on my black beauty, sure, a 67' Impala is snazzy. You never anything like it around New York. My cases have been piling up at the station. All the same. Someone's mom, daughter, or friend goes missing. Then we find them in the alley. It's his same MO. The women are cut in pieces. Left arm gone, a part of their ribcage, and the cherry on top. The killer cuts a smiley face on the victim's face. Slits their eyes vertically and slices ear to ear across their lips. Reason's why we call him The Smiley Face Killer. A mouthful but it serves its purpose.
I arrived at the station as a rookie told me they needed me down at the morgue. "Jesus Sánchez, what do they get for me?" I threw my coat over my chair at my desk, adjusting my belt. "Another one. Number 19."
"For fucksakes!"
·:*¨༺ ♱ ☠︎ ♱ ༻¨*:·.
"Ey! How's my homie huh?" My closest and dearest friend Detective Pedro Pascal met me at the stairs. "Qué Pasa! The morgue still needing me?" I cocked my head behind his to see the morgue down behind us. "Nah, man! I already debriefed with the nerds in the freezer. Chick looked better in a paper bag." He joked hitting me with the case file in my chest. "Jesus man, have some compassion. Someone was murdered again." The slab to the chest winded me for a minute. I'll never admit he's stronger than me, but fuck did that hurt. "Oscar, come on. We have a really traumatizing career. We need to make light some days. Speaking of, are you going to the bar tonight? My treat. Bravest or McSorleys?" Pedro threw his arm around my neck as we both exited the morgue from the stairs.
"Nah, man. I'm good tonight, thanks for the offer though. I don't want to rub elbows with trigger-happy rookies. I'm up to my neck in paperwork this Smiley Face killer's gonna drown me."
"Fuck man...don't stress. Anyway, the girl lying on the slab had a lot of new info."
"Whatda you mean Pedro? New info?"
"Yeah, well, the chief said Smiley only hunts women in Manhattan, but most of the women were near the Lower East Side. Red light district."
"Hookers paradise, but what about the other women? You know? The non-prostitutes?"
"In kilometre radius of the Red Light. Besides, the two last calls the victim Rose called were Cate and Cherry."
"Jesus Christ, I know women of the night don't like to use their real names but damn! It's going to be like finding a needle in a haystack!" We both made it back to our desks and I slumped in my chair. I fidgeted in the pocket of my jacket to find my packet of cigarettes. I booted up my laptop to write all the information in the case file under this sick serial killer's hefty file. The question remains.
Is he or she after women because they have a deep-seated hatred for women? Prostitutes?
Pedro and I worked late into the night. Pedro was making calls. I wrote down the contacts in the newest victim's phone. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, it comes with the territory. Some tough phone calls home. With everything I do under this badge, calling a victim's family is the hardest. Screaming moms, muffled fathers' tears, angry siblings. You are either loved or feared. However, that isn't the reason I became a cop at first. I did it to somehow make a difference. It's cheesy. Every rookie says the same. To make their city and town better. Once you see the things I did you don't care if your doing the right thing. You just make sure you come home in one piece.
"So...Pedro! I searched up this phone number and this Cate number is linked to the red light district's top nightclub." I finished the last puff of my cigarette flicking the butt in my trash bin.
"Oh shit! Echo?" Pedro swiveled his chair chuckling to himself. "Haha! Where do you party? No. The Core."
"Oh hell no! That place is diamond tier man, you can't even get in the door unless you're screwing one of their girls."
"So is your mom available? I need to get in?" The eruption of laughter echoed throughout the station. Pedro's jaw flung open hitting his desk. "Haha! Go to hell! I'm just saying, the chick who owns the joint won't let cops in. Let alone a detective. The woman is disfigured. Cate Blanchett is terrifying." I turned my chair to back up my shit and call it a night. "Cate Blanchett? Where in the hell have I heard the name somewhere.." I whisked my coat off my chair. "Some of those young hookers we booked a couple of weeks ago spoke of Cate. Maybe Rose was one of her girls."
"So what is she a pimp?"
"I have no clue, Detective Isaac. Go home. You need the sleep."
"Uh-huh, that's what I'm doing tonight. Noche." I lit another cigarette pulling the door wide open.
"Buenas noches!"
There is only one person left on Rose's contacts. Cherry. I'll have to haul my ass to the red light district just to find this chick. This Cherry is one chick that will be hard to find. One drink might help me think of my game plan tomorrow.
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itsalwaysthesamehere · 4 months
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Hey guys! This is from my ana doc that I keep private for the most part but I figured sharing would be great considering a lot of these tips/collections I got from tumblr anyways haha. I take no credit for any of this besides the food logs which are from my first week of relapsing. Ive tried to take things slower because I do have people Im hiding this relapse from so pleaseeeeeeeee no judgement. Im also super broke so I basically have to eat whatever we have at home. Enjoy yall!
Week one: No meat products. Prep soy sauce eggs, spicy foods and have breakfast, nothing off limits but only eat half of whatever you get for the week. Tons of salad and avoid heavy foods. 
Monday: 1800, high protein. 
Tuesday: 1600 Wednesday: 1400 Thursday: 1200 Friday: 1000
Saturday: 1200 Sunday: 1000
Monday: 1200
Tuesday: 1200
Wednesday: 1000
Thursday: 1000
Friday: 800 Saturday: 800 Sunday: 800 
Food log:
12/03/2023-
2 slimjims- 80 cal
One street taco- 75 cal
Cheese- 50 cal
Ravioli and salad: 350 calories
Total for breakfast- 205 calories
Total for dinner- 350 calories
Snack at night: 3 bananas, chocolates, chips :<, 1020 calories
Food log #2:
Breakfast: cottage cheese and raspberry jelly on toast, calories 147
Dinner: Spaghetti with garlic bread, calories 600
Snack: Garlic bread guts, 600 calories (heavily estimated, heavily exaggerated 
Total: 1,350 calories 
Food log #3:
Breakfast: White bread, cottage cheese and sugarfree raspberry jam, calories 200
Dinner: Cowboy stew with cornbread, calories 800
Snacks: Pastry :<, poptarts 1,150 calories
Total: 2540 calories
Lunch: Cowboy stew, 800
Snacks: One bite of pastry puff, cottage cheese with ritz crackers,pringles,  calories 437 
Total: 1,237 calories
Food log #5: 
Snack: Cottage cheese with sugarfree raspberry preserves and blueberries,, one chocolate, yahoo milk, sucker 335 cals 
Dinner: Alfredo with penne pasta, calories 600
Food log #6: 
Breakfast: 1/5th of a grape fruit, 1 egg white, 3 strips of bell pepper, 3 strawberries, and half a pom drink. Cals: 139
Snack: Icecream bite, 50 cals
Safe foods: 
Airhead - 60
Popcorn - 64 (per cup airpopped)
Animal crackers - 85 (ten crackers)
Baby ruth - 98
Milky way - 99
Vitamin water sugar-free - 0
Sparkling ice sugar-free - 5
Bai - 5 (any flavor)
Caprisun - 30-80 (depends on the flavor)
V8 - 45
Chinese fortune cookie - 15
Laffy taffy - 33
Pop rocks - 36
Cotton candy - 40 (10g)
Lollipop - 47
Candy cane - 59
White bread - 67
Angel food cake - 72
Victorian sponge cake - 72
Opera cake - 80
Buttermilk Pancake - 83
Pancake - 86
Pepperoni - 10
Chicken breast fillet - 17
Prosciutto- 18
Sushi - 39
Literally any lunch meat, they're all low cal!
Strip steak - 40 (3 slices!!!)
Quail breast - 69
Turkey wings - 53
Chicken wings - 77
Beef tripe - 80
Beef jerky - 82
Mushrooms - 1
Baby carrots - 5
Celery - 6
Bell pepper - 15
Tomatos - 20
Zucchini -  33
Green beans - 34 (per cup!!! Just throw on some red pepper and lemon juice and feast, sisters)
Artichoke - 60
Cucumber  - 66
Cherries - 4
Apricots - 17
Passion fruit - 17
Plums - 30
Cantaloupe - 23 (per 70g)
Mandarin oranges - 47
Peaches - 60
DON'T BINGE: 
Take a moment and talk to God about it (even if you’re not a believer, it doesn’t hurt to try!)
Watch mukbang about the food that you are craving
Watch supersize vs superskinny (its on YouTube)
Look in the mirror and remind yourself why you are doing this in the first place
Read a book
Do your homework
Do chores
Smell at the food that you are craving
Write down your feelings and cravings (trust me it helps sm)
Drink A LOT of water. Drink until you feel like you’re about to explode
Clean your room! Get rid of all those water bottles and dishes.
Clean out your closet, decide what clothes you don’t wear and donate them to your local thrift store!
Go on a shopping spree! (Don’t spend all your money though!)
Organize your Pinterest boards
Compare yourself to th!nsp0
Weigh yourself
Listen to music
Drink calming tea
Catch up with a friend!
Talk to your pet about your feelings
Sleep the cravings out
Take a long walk
Take a cold shower
Watch a movie you haven’t seen before
Take care of your nails!
Look up how to do something you have always wanted to learn (make-up, macramé, origami, sign language, …)
This might sound weird but I love sudokus and they always get me focused enough to stop thinking about bingeing
Make a to-do list for the rest of the week
Listen to a podcast
Have a self-care day (take an everything-shower, put on a face mask, take care of your hair and body)
Make an essay about any topic you like
Start writing a book
Re-decorate your room
Make a New Year’s resolution list! Who do you want to be at the end of 2024?
^ or make a vision board !!!
Call a friend or family member
Read the newspaper (lowkey more interesting than I expected it to be)
If you’re frustrated about it, scream into a pillow
Scroll on insta or tiktok
Built a Lego set
Pick some flowers!
Practice deep breathing
Try yoga if you haven’t before!
If you are still standing in your kitchen, girl get out rn
Ask yourself if you are physically hungry, the answer is most likely no
Keep a food diary
Munch on a low cal snack instead, take veerryyyy slow bites
Thing I do but definitely don’t recommend:
Binge and purge (if you purge make sure you brush your teeth abt 30mins after)
Sm0ke or v@pe (depends if i’m able to go outside or not)
Sh (please, pleaaaase don’t do this)
I’m so guilty to do this to my family and the people who think I’m in a true recovery. But if I don’t Im scared of what might happen, I’m scared I’ll kill myself or even worse. I just really want to lose weight and feel like myself again
On day one I did mess up by having meat early on but we have to go through meat products before I can buy vegetarian substitutes plus we don’t have eggs rn. 
so you think you're "stuck" here again? you're not actually stuck, you're just not trying hard enough. you can lower your intake, walk more, exercise harder, fast for longer. the only thing stopping you from losing weight is you. why haven't you changed that? do something.
It’s only been two hours and you are already eating again. You are gonna be huge forever.
if you're looking at some food and doubting yourself if you should eat it or not, the answer is no 
I doubt that eating makes you as happy as stepping on the scale and seeing that you lost weight
You aren’t hungry, you’re just bored.
Excuses to not eat:
My tummy hurts from gallbladder
I took my pills in the morning and got sick
Sky kept me busy all day
Shared breakfast and lunch with sky
Thought I ate, forgot. *Go to get a snack and come back with a drink or small treat*
Spend time cooking for others
Talk about how you ate different things for breakfast
Smaller chest
Sharper jawline
Less curvy thighs
Square hips
Dainty hands
Collarbones
Slutty waist
Sharp shoulders
To float in my clothes
To look hot in emo clothes
Deeper set eyes
Visible spine
✨️Hipbones✨️
To save money (less food eaten, less food to buy)
Mesh tops
Muscles easier to see
People telling me I'm so small
Boyfriends being able to pick me up like it's nothing
some tips on food fixation and binging urges:
hellooo, ive been thinking about compiling some things that have helped me get my mind off of food and overall just writing down some rant -- so here it is!
keep in mind, im not an expert and this is mostly just me babbling. im writing this as a motivation for myself, and it will probably not work for everyone, but if you find any of this stuff helpful -- my pleasure!
★ mindfulness ★
`` first of all -- ive found that that strong-urge-to-binge thing is more of a state, not a feeling. it helps me to treat it as such: a mental state, a spiral, and to come out of that spiral you can:
◌ stop!
◌ breath in, breath out. ground yourself. have that thought of "wait, what am i doing?" in the space between you and the fridge
◌ check in with your body. what position are you in? does something hurt? are you cold? are you tired? overenergized?
◌ check in with your mind. is there any buzz? are you overwhelmed?
◌ if you located the issue (eg. im tired! i want comfort! so food = comfort!) -- great! move on from there to resolving this issue in a more mindful, not-involving-food way (then i should nap, do yoga, just lie on the floor, watch comfort movie)
why are we doing that? in my opinon, its very important to train that "what am i doing" moment of conciousness, because through that you can see better why you want to binge. is it a mental thing? how can you cope without food? is it a physical feeling? an effect of restriction? how can you tweak your eating to make it better (imo, fasting does better job at managing binges than plain restriction)
you cant just showe thinspo at your face everytime you crave something, after all : )
★ activities ★
`` make something with your hands! ohh my god! i cant stress it enough, it can help you to not get fixated on thinking about food so much! it can be something easy like drawing, or you can look up something new for yourself
`` go on a walk. i know, it can be very tiring to even think about, but t does wonders at distracting you
`` yoga. very simple and very effective. or, alternatively
`` do nothing at all for a bit. just. lie down, turn off your phone, no sound, no nothing (helps if your binging urge feels overwhelming)
`` if you havent already, try drinking coffee. it really is called an appetite supressant for a reason
`` i wasnt the one who told you that, but you can look up some gross stuff involving food.. f*eeding k*ink usually freaks me out on multiple levels for long enough to forget about food
`` test yourself and allow yourself to feel bored. put down your phone. watch a really long flm. boredom is a part of our lives, and if you teach yourself to feel it in such small portions without binging youll be so so proud of yourself
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Thinspos i have^
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So my mom is a 67 year old white grandma. She was in the car earlier today and told me she was stopped at red light when ZZ Top came on. She's in a middle lane of 3.
So she was rocking out to the music and the Jeep next to her beeps. It was two black guys giving her a thumbs up for being all into her music. So she rolls the window down and turns up the music so they can hear it, and she gets an even bigger reaction because it's some good fucking music.
But the cherry on top was my mom then flashed then the joint she was smoking and I could see the reaction myself because it was basically:
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My mom has lived most of her life with pot illegal so I was shocked, shocked I tell you that she would flash a joint to a passenger in a car, but sometimes she has her moments.
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