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#fasting journey
emmachotastuff · 6 days
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I'm going to start fasting now! Just took some lexatives. I'm so disgusted by myself...no more binging and gettin fatter now! FASTING START: Saturday 20. April 3:30 pm (Germany time) FASTING END: Wednesday 24. April 7:30 pm —> 100h fast
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lavenderskye29 · 1 year
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The Stranger: Part 4
@semisolidmind
Sorry this took so long! School and work have been taking up most of my time, so this has been greatly delayed. But Part 5 is done, and I hope y’all enjoy it!
(TW: GORE/VIOLENCE)
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ari-the-arotistic · 21 days
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Everyone who recently fell head first into AFK Journey and now wants to marry Valen, please raise your hands ✋
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mangakeque · 15 days
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ok i shipp valen with my Merlina
also sketch made in like... 20 mins? sdlkfjdsl
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lunarharp · 4 months
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pretty & cute witch men
#witch hat tag#orufrey#i'm not drawing as much or as well as i'd like to be doing. i'm trying to get through a comic i've been really wanting to do#but i'm just finding it so hard. disheartening. btw the 2nd one relates to some official art of qif wearing a dress like the girls#and the 4th one relates to how i've been drawing EXTREMELY SMALL for years. idk how to explain it but i always clicked 'fit to screen'#and so all my art EVER has looked bad when you zoom in bc it's already like size 1 zoomed in to the MAX pfhgguguhfpfhGHAHHHHH#i was so confused allll this time why brushes always look different for me than what they're supposed to#'wow this brush is so jaggedy..really rather jaggedy...calling it the Jagged Cai Special..bringing it out for those jaggedy moments..#really quite jaggedy i must say...' and it's literally not jaggedy#but now i have to get used to how all those brushes that i'd gotten used to indeed look how they're supposed to finally. Alarming#I have simply been working out absolutely everything by myself for years and that's why my technical progress is slow#ppl say my progress is fast and i certainly have improved much since i began doing all this but#like..it took me a year and half to start using a program where i could Colour In The Lines aka the..whatever it's called. whatever..#just on my lonely confused solemn journey to express gay love better than yesterday.. -_- *picks up my pack n continues through the snow*#btw thank you sm for people's kind words enjoying my narumitsu art & fic over the christmas & new year period <3
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nostalgicsneeze · 1 month
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i just watched bill and ted bogus journey for the first time and WHY HAD I NEVER SEEN THIS MOVIE BEFORE ITS NOW ONE OF MY FAVORITES EVER I THINK . LMAO
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and the practical effects and world design were geniunely so cool im obsessed <3
evil clones ….
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andaniellight · 3 months
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There are so much subtle implications of this encounter, and the way the story-telling is executed very neatly here still astounds me even on my second and third watch.
Frieren, the mage who helped and succeeded defeating the Demon King, emotionlessly explained to her unexperienced pupil about this demon, Elder Sage of Corruption, who invented Killing Magic so lethal that obliterated 40% adventurers and 70% of mages in the region. The demon was that bothersome that she had to put him on hold in temporary seal so they could continue their journey to kill The Demon King, because she nearly got defeated by it. Sounds worrisome, but then most human around that region typically don't live longer than a hundred years (the thought must be even more prodding now that her party had left her one by one from old age), and Frieren must've kept this in her mind, and it takes precisely no more than eighty years for the seal to become unstable; endangering so many lives once more.
We are the audience, but in this moment we are also Frieren's intrigued pupils. No one knows yet what's the plan, and it's Fern who learned the defensive spell first-hand while all we could do is watch. Ask: Frieren... what do you mean Fern is ready to face this demon? She's never fought a demon before, right? And this is the one demon who you considered so powerful. This is the demon who almost killed you and your friends back in the day...
And there's your answer. Back in the day, Qual the demon was dangerously powerful. Even in present day, eighty years later, Qual the demon is sharp enough to catch up with what's he missed. Qual figures out the complex defensive spell against Zoltraak that needed years for mages all across the land to create and perfected, from vague analysis, only in a minute. From that alone and countless experiences, Frieren knows better not to be cocky, even when she's told her (again) unexperienced pupil to protect her from Qual's relentless Zoltraak, because she knows the study and the result are going to work.
Only Frieren is sure of that, though. Lets Qual think he still has the chance to regain the upper hand. Doesn't care that Fern doesn't know either because, regardless of anything, fear will not compare to and withstand the experience at last, and Frieren wants Fern to feel proud of herself too when she defeats this demon who almost (almost) defeated her mentor once, a long time ago.
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beeholyshit · 4 months
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My little bebes ❤️
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hcdragonwrites · 8 months
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Home (a jttw fanfic- @journey-to-the-au )
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Inspired by @journey-to-the-au artwork. Here is the art -
This is a POV thats gender neutral and meant to let you slide into the comfort of found family. So. Enjoy!
The sun was just settling down for the night. It cast its scarlet hues across the earth, through the trees and over the sky. It painted in water colors a twilight so full of hues to rival any master artist in the capitals of the Empire left behind so far back.
The road had been long today, the rocky mountains pass full of dust that Ba Longma tossed with his hooves and the rest of the pilgrims stirred. The mountain dust covered you, the sun had baked you, and you felt like a steamed bun. Since joining the little group of travelers you had seen fantastical things: fruit in the shape of babes, demons who could shape change, gods who could cast helpful or harmful hands.
You had been part of schemes, of fights, of plots, and of mediations between the pilgrims. It had been a long several years of hardship and laughter, of sorrow and joys. You had earned your place among the pilgrims. The respect of Tripataka who appreciated having another level head among them. The sibling like rivalry between Bajie and Wukong and their antics of pranks, trickery and teasing. Wujie and you had respect and kindness grown from the shared love of silent peace and tea. He was more of an uncle, this ex general, than anything you had experienced before.
And Ba Longma? The dragon horse may not say much but he loves to take a bit of clothing and chew contentedly on you. He would try and swish flies from your face and, if you came back with a bit of fruit or a sweet, he always had his ears forward and was wickering in excitement. The pilgrims held affection for you. Some as a elder sibling would to a younger, others as a father or grandpa to a relative.
“Let’s rest here for the night.”Tripataka relented and you practically fell onto the nearest rock. Your feet aches your legs cramped, and you felt dusty as if you had been rolled in flour.
You played your part. You set up the bed rolls along with Wujie. You gathered water with Wukong, who would not let you carry a thing- he just wanted to have someone to chatter to about the day. Ba Longma was brushed down and settled with oats and an apple that Wukong had begged off of the last villagers. As Bajie cooked the rice you sat with Tripataka, learning as much as you could of the scriptures he so adored and read over. They were worn with use and love.
Full bellies around a fire as the breeze of spring still ran chill in the air. The fire cast shadows dancing up the little alcove of rock and grasses that made up the clearing of the camp. You stretched and yawned.
First watch was yours this night- and if you didn’t prop yourself up against the rough looking stone and get into the most uncomfortable position, you would fall asleep. Warm food and good camaraderie always were a balm to the soul. It wasn’t this peaceful. Sometimes Wukongs pranks would go to far. Some nights Bajie have into his earthly hungers and wanted to cling to missing meats and the comfort of women. Tripataka may be disquieted on the prospect of the journey or Ba Longma may have taken to irritableness at the length of the day.
You were all people- having come together for one common purpose, from a multitude of backgrounds. It was bound to happen that harsh words were said, tempers flared, and feelings were hurt.
The pilgrims were a family in a sense. The strangest family perhaps, but still a family.
You yawned again, feeling the fires warmth at your back growing distant with each step. You muttered something- something along the lines of tired, of longing for sleep- and you did not realize the mistake.
For Wukong, ever vigilant to all things, had heard your mumbling and had perked. His ears twitched, his tail swayed and his smile became sly.
“Tired you say?” The Sages voice was light and lilting, playful in tones that you knew meant mischief was afoot. You turned to see the monkey come up behind you.
“Wukong…” you half asked, half stated his name. He held his arms open like he was offering a hug.
“Bajie.” The sage asked his brother, who blinked bakc to waking. “Don’t you think our little Sibling deserves some rest ?”
The pig demon looked between you and Wukong and sensed a game was to be played. Sometimes the other disciple was in direct opposition. Other times he was just as wily as the old stone monkey. Tonight it seemed he was of the former.
“I saw our fellow Sibling stumble much on the trail. In fact,” Bajie held up a hand, counting on his fingers, “I saw them stumbled a total of twelve times.”
“Brother Wujie…” Wukong turned his eye on the other disciple. The River demon huffed.
“They should not be the one to take the first watch.” Wujie tapped the side of his teacup, holding it out to blow the steam away. “For there steps today have been weighed down with many a rough and sleepless night.”
“It is settled then—“ Wukong held his arms out, stepping closer. “Come give your Elder a hug.”
You turned to Trip, entreating the monk. Whatever game Wukong was playing, you did not want a part in. You had first watch. It had been decided the day before. It was non negotiable.
Tripataka opened an eye, looking at his disciples and the advancing elder on the youngest of the group. He simply closed his eye.
“I cannot have the younger wearing themselves out.” Was that the faintest hint of a smile ? Wukong stepped closer and you stepped back. You knew the monkey wouldn’t hurt you. But — he was planning something. Ba Longma snorted at your look, flashing his teeth in a horsey grin as if saying I agree !
Of course - even though it was foolish- you turned to run. A playful run because there was no threat of danger- just of capture. Bajie chortled as Wukong leapt. Of course he chased you around the camp. As you played a musical game of keep away the others smiled. You dodged behind the monk, danced a ring around the fire, tired to throw Bajie at the impish monkey.
Wukong was toying with you- enjoying the play. These games reminded him of home- you reminded him of home. The willingness to cause mischief but remain firm when it went too far- the want to tell jokes and tease and taunt along with him- it all reminded him of that beautiful mountain covered in the scents of ripening fruits and soft flowery fields. So of course he played chase, letting you slip and wear yourself out.
Wukong knew how to tend to children of all ages and he saw you as one of his own- one of his own family. He had knowledge of wearing littles out. He was a grandfather after all.
Then one stumble of your legs and he had grown larger then a bear and swooped. Suddenly you were rolled in fur and laughter as the Monkey king caught you up and settled. He held you like a babe, arms crossed over your middle and his eyes sleepily peaking from beneath lids. You pushed to get out, wiggled and wormed for a bit of give. There was none to be had.
Wukong blew air into your hair, tussled you and rolled, setting you and he within the ring of firelight.
“I think our little sibling should go to bed now don’t you brothers ?” An uproarious agreement from all- Even Trip who had been smiling at the antics- was heard. You argued that you were needed to take first watch.
Wujie rose. “I will take it.”
You tried to say you weren’t pulling your weight. To your surprise it was Longma who broke his horse silence with words.
“You pull more weight, carry more burdens, and lighten our days. Rest is what little we can give back for companionship.”
You flustered, faltered, and fell silent. Wukong simply poked your side and elicited more laughter.
“You won’t let me go even if I begged ?” You asked. The great monkey opened one large red eye, the golden iris like the flash of golden rings on a lady’s hand.
“No.” He mumbled then pulled you closer in, curling and blocking the world. The warmth of the fur was welcome- the spring still held winters teeth and tonight they sought to bite and drive frost across the ground. The great orange fur was soft, the heartbeat like the roar of an ocean calling you home. And, though you were grumpy to have your decision taken from you, you soon found that sleep was a greater enemy.
It won in the end, as your hands curled into the fur, pulled into the warm and beating safety that Wukong offered. Nowhere in the world was as peaceful or as full of gentle warmth as here. Among the pilgrims, on this strange and desolate mountaintop, you felt more at home and full of love then in any city, village, or palace you had crossed.
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amsjourney · 7 days
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why am i not losing weight?
i am fasting all day until around 7 only having one meal(OMAD). which consists of always less than 500 calories
drinking 8-10 cups of water.
doing 5-10k steps everyday and doing weightlifting 3 times a week,
what else am i meant to do?
also any tips on how to stop bloating!!!!!!
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ooowyn · 6 months
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HAPPY LONDON FANFEST IM READY TO BE A VIPER MAIN
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michiwitchy24 · 6 months
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You look so pretty now, just imagine how much prettier you'll be when you're thinner.
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mangakeque · 4 days
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Merlina decorrupting the shining tree, it will cost her more than she estimate for not waiting to find old man Arden
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empty-d1sordered · 6 months
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“You are not fat”
But I am not skinny.
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buddiesmutslut · 6 days
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I’m being so ffr rn, if the show runners definitively show that Buddie is not going to happen?
I’m probably not going to be watching anymore.
I mean it when I say that they’re literally the sole reason I watched this show in the first place. I saw a billion TikTok edits of them & was like “Idek these characters I need to watch this show and see what’s going on over there.”
And like, it’s a fun show, I’m not saying it isn’t, but first responder shows are a dime a dozen. There are other shows that have queer characters and found family and wild adventures. Granted, they don’t have Buck & his bi arc, but I’d still read fanfics to get my Evan Buckley fix lol.
I don’t need them right now, I’m so down for the slow burn, will-they-won’t-they & the pining & the yearning & the build up and the GOOD foundation. I want to see Eddie figuring himself out and dealing with his repression and figuring out he’s queer (& Demi, pls God. I hope if I just say it enough, I can will it into existence somehow) before anything happens with the two of them, but if they take definitive steps to have one of them like, marry someone else or something, I think I’m gonna head out. Find me on ao3 for the rest of my days lol.
#911 abc#buddie#demisexual eddie diaz#also pls don’t come at me with “you don’t care about bi representation”. he’s already bi#he’s always been bi & I’ve loved watching him on this journey#but his & Eddie’s relationship is literally the only reason I started this show in the first place#and again if they find good LI’s & bring them more into focus#the time spent on the Buddie relationship will decrease. that’s just how tv & time limits work#and if my favorite relationship on the show goes away then why would I continue watching it religiously?#also I know I’m a bitch & would therefore hate any person they brought in to be the HEA for them & that’s not fun for anyone#not that I would bully the actor/actress bc im not an ASSHOLE#eddie diaz#evan buckley#I literally watched Booth & Bones take like 9 seasons to get together I am IN IT with a slow burn#unless they do what they did last season & shoehorn 2 LI’s in at the last second on the last episode then I guess I wouldn’t have a choice#Tim would’ve pulled a fast one on me#also I will watch literally anything else Oliver Stark is in SNOOKUMS I love you so much. come home the kids miss you 😂#& probably Lou also bc he’s so freaking cute irl I wanna die#with his curly hair and his silly faces and his muscles and his wanting to be held in the dark#LOU BABY ILL HOLD YOU IF THE POWER GOES OUT#I have spent too much of my life & time & energy to get 0 payout and it’s honestly unsustainable but that’s a whole different problem
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henrysfox · 4 months
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do y'all have any firstprince/rwrb fic pet peeves? something (even small) that makes you nope out of a fic immediately? i don't mean bad writing/mistakes but an actual plot point/headcanon made canon that you cannot stand? please tell me i'm nosy
PS. this is not a post made to shit on anybody's fics, i'm just curious so don't be mean
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