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i99zhuo · 4 months

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Can you make a how to live like song jia for a day ?

How to live like song jia ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ the perfect routine to boost your self-esteem

This is a guide on daily routines inspired by Song Jia! These routines are perfect for people who want to slowly build unbreakable confidence, like freezia!

content list (routines):

morning

study

workout

shower + self care

night

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✸ ꒰ morning routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🤍 Jia starts her mornings drinking a cup of water or coffee on an empty stomach, this can help to boost your metabolism and detox your body. I would recommend to drink water rather than coffee, since this could have some negative side effects.

Next step is to say some affirmations in front of the mirror, saying affirmations like 'I look so pretty today' or 'my skin looks so healthy' or simply being kinder to ourselves can ease stress, allow us to face difficulty more courageously, and feel more content and confident!

Now it's time for skincare, Jia emphasizes on having a healthy skincare, for this you will need to create a routine based on your skin type (dry, oily, combination, sensitive, normal or acne prone) and your skin concerns (black heads, bumps, irritation, scars, etc.), please make sure to consult a professional before using anything on your face! Now Jia usually cleanses her face with a foam cleanser and then use toner, a moisturizing ampule, moisturizer and sunscreen! She makes sure to apply the products on her neck too.

After skincare it's time to get dressed, while we wait for the products to absorb! Jia is a really fashionable girl, make sure to have fun with the textures, shapes and color combinations to make the best outfit and boost it using accessories like hats or sunglasses, don't forget to get a matching bag and shoes too!

Time for makeup! Jia's daily makeup consist of BB cream, mascara, eyebrow pencil and lipstick, but if she's shooting something she will add contour, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner and highlighter to the routine!

✸ ꒰ study routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🎀 When Jia goes to her Chinese classes she pays attention and does activities in her book, she also practices writing random things like her name! She memorizes vocabulary and practice a little with her friends in the same class.

✸ ꒰ workout routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🦢 Jia recommends to work out at least for 20 minutes per day! She usually does simple waist or legs exercises while standing up looking at her phone or watching TV.

Also she goes to Pilates classes so you can try to do a 20 minute Pilates workout video like this one.

✸ ꒰ shower and self care routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🩰 To boost your self-esteem Jia says that we have to at least take 2 days of the week (Saturday and Sunday) on really taking care and spend time with ourselves.

First detangle your hair using a hairbrush, then hop on the shower and use shampoo, conditioner and a hair mask to treat your hair. Then wash your body using a shower gel and a body scrub. Jia uses a soothing gel, thermal water and a body lotion to moisturize her body after shower, she massages the products on her skin to relax her muscles. After 30 minutes, she dries her hair with cold air. After, you can trim your split ends or take care of your nails if necessary.

As a part of self-care, do chores like doing laundry or washing the dishes so you can start relaxing on a tidy place (you can also light an scented candle). Also, Jia takes her vitamins for her hair and overall health.

Now it's time to enjoy our hobbies! Having hobbies help us with both our physical and mental health, plus having our alone time makes us more comfortable with ourselves and help with self -discovery, Jia haves a good set of hobbies that she spends most of her time doing like oil painting, doing DIYs, watching dramas like insider, taking care of her dogs, cooking and baking, playing video games and golf!

✸ ꒰ night routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🌷 Finally, Jia spends her night taking care of her skin! First she washes her hands, the uses a cleansing oil or milk, then she uses makeup remover on her eyes if the cleanser didn't take off her eyeliner for example, then she uses a foam cleanser and toner to finish cleanse her skin. After she uses a hydrating mist and ampule, a dermatologic treatment, sheet mask, lip balm and moisturizer (remember to apply it on the neck too!) after she uses a gua sha to massage her face.

as a part of skincare, make sure to sleep at least 8 hours everyday and drink enough water to wake up with perfect skin!

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Heyyy ty for reading!! This is my first request everrrr I'm so excited <3 🥹🥹, sorry for being inactive, school has been killing me but I'm finally on my summer break! Also sorry this took me a lot of time to do >.< i had to do a marathon of Jia's videos to make this

Hehe i think that's all stay tuned ໒꒰ྀི´• ˕ •` ꒱ྀིა

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llamagoddessofficial · 1 year

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@justanotherotaku1102, thank you sm for commissioning Skull from the coffee shop AU being a loveable boye 🥺 he is Everything

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This wasn’t your first attempt at dough. You felt increasingly, though, like it was going to be your last.

It was the very early morning, at your coffee shop, sunshine was already peeking through the windows of the kitchen. 6am... you’d already set up the cafe for the 7am opening, machines cleared and prepared, cutlery and dishes cleaned and ready to go, food out in the display cases. You and your only employee were now just cleaning up, preparing for opening- you’d felt like you had enough spare time this morning to attempt some baking.

...

You probably would’ve been better to just throw the ingredients straight in the garbage.

You had no idea what it was. It seemed like you were cursed, or something. You really thought that by now, you’d be able to successfully manage something as basic as a bread dough- you were hoping that your time around your professional baker suitors would’ve meant that some of their prowess would’ve rubbed off on you. Sans’ ability to craft the most intricate and incredibly delicate pieces, Red’s magic touch with even the most complex pies, surely you’d pick up some skills?

You really hadn’t.

... You stepped away from the oily, sticky mess on the countertop in front of you, fingers caked in mixture. You were getting unreasonably frustrated over some fucking bread dough... looking at your wasted work, you felt choked up and angry.

...

“... struggling?” Skull asked.

You looked over your shoulder at him. He was by the oven, big eye quietly observing you... you could see why he used to scare you so much. But right now, Skull was the only person who could talk to you without you exploding. A softspoken giant with a gentle temperament, he was a baker by trade- he had been here in the kitchen since at least 4 in the morning, making the pastries and cakes that decorated the shelves of your cafe. Stars knows you needed him, given your absolute dogshit baking skills.

He had been quietly watching the whole time. You knew he had. You bit back frustrated tears, smearing your sticky hands over your apron- “Yes. I’m giving up.”

“... the dough?”

“Going in the trash.” You choked. “Where my cooking belongs.”

“... can i... see?”

Skull didn’t like food waste. Any kind of food waste. You deflated... suddenly feeling bad for talking about throwing it away. Some of the anger dissipated.

“... Sure. You can try and save it.” You stepped back from the sticky mess of oil, flour, water and yeast. “Do what you want.”

... Skull moved over. He walked slowly, with a gentle lean, like one side of him weighed slightly more than the other... he stood beside you at the countertop, looking at your ‘work’. His jagged face meant he preferred to spend his days at the cafe hidden away in the kitchen, cooking while you handled customer service. He was at his happiest when making something.

He stared at your mess.

...

“jus’ needs... more flour.” He mumbled. “and... kneading.”

“I can’t knead.” You said, dejectedly.

He glanced at you.

“... show me.”

You looked up at him- you didn’t know why he wanted you to show him when he’d probably seen your sad and frustrated kneading attempts earlier. But you did as he asked, moving back in front of the bread. He had said more flour, right? You took a handful of flour out of the bag and generously dusted your terrible creation. You pressed your hands into it... doing the closest you could get to the method you saw in videos and on TV.

...

Skull moved behind you. And suddenly, his huge hands were on either side of your own.

You froze; wait, he was standing behind you? So close, too... close enough that you could feel the warmth coming off him. Your heart thudded- what?

His chest gently bumped your upper back.

“here.” He said softly, breath ruffling your hair. His big, scarred hands reached forward...

... And took yours in his own.

You clamped your mouth shut to stop the tiny squeak from escaping you. You felt like you were being swallowed, and you didn’t dislike it. He smelled like cinnamon. Skull guided your hands patiently- he angled your palms, and helped you push the dough, the ball of your hand first. His precision and experience was clear with the smoothness and direction of his movements... and on top of that, he knew exactly how gently to hold your tiny human hands.

“... push n’ roll.” He said. “s’that simple. don’t worry... bout speed. people who... knead fast... have been doin’ it for years.”

You could hear your heart in your ears, now. You’d seen this guy lift up your fridge with one hand, so he could sweep underneath it- you knew the feats of strength he was capable of. And yet, he somehow held your hands like they were glass, while still applying enough pressure to guide them.

You tried your damndest to concentrate, to make the most of his clear expertise. Push and roll. Push and roll...

...

... And... oddly enough, not fussing about the bread too much because you were constantly thinking about Skull’s slow breaths tickling your scalp and his massive arms around you, you found you were robotically performing the motions he was guiding without your usual overthinking. It only took a few moments for you to realise you were actually kneading the dough. Properly.

... A swell of pride in your chest, and a little smile on your face. Maybe you weren’t cursed after all?

“... there we go. you got it.” He murmured, affectionately, almost right up against your hair. The way he said that, him murmuring so close, his deep voice through his chest... you were kinda glad he was behind you, he couldn’t see you blushing. Would he catch you if you fainted?

“R-Red kneads fast.” You managed to get out. He kept kneading with you.

“he’s showing off.” Skull said, disapprovingly.

You couldn’t help but snort. The dough was starting to take on a smooth, flawless texture. “And Sans?”

“probably... can’t make bread. bread’s not... science enough.”

A warm laugh escaped you. For a moment, you could’ve sworn Skull paused- but not too long.

... Skull was right about the bread. I mean, of course he was. But it was still nice to see your mistake gradually turning into something that would probably look alright in the oven. With some flour, and some kneading, it more and more resembled an object that could soon become edible. Your efforts (and the ingredients) weren’t totally wasted.

Skull finally took his hands off yours... placing them on the counter. You immediately missed the warmth. But you now had, before you, a lovely silky-looking ball of dough.

“... Then it proves. Right?” You turned, looking up over your shoulder at him. Even though he’d taken his hands off yours he didn’t take his hands off of either side of you. His big, warm eye stared down at you.

“... mhm. ‘bout n hour.” He tilted his head. “want... me to prove, and bake? since... you’ll be... busy.”

“You trying to put a bun in my oven, Skull?” You teased.

...

Skull’s eyelight widened. And his whole face, just like that, flooded with an ultramarine blue.

“u-uh.”

...

You made yourself smile, despite your furious embarrassment and burning face. You moved to the side- he took his arm off the counter, letting you slip out from his enveloping personal space bubble.

“I-I should go wash my hands and open the store.” You blabbed, smearing your hands on your poor apron again. You’d need to grab a replacement, no way you could greet customers like this. “Would you like another coffee before the doors open?”

He nodded, dumbly. “... m... mhm.”

You scurried away, desperately needing a moment to cool, so your cheeks weren’t on fire when people started coming through the door.

...

Skull, alone in the kitchen, busied himself with readying your bread dough for proofing- trying to find a way to distract himself, and stop the loud purring that had immediately started filtering out of his chest once you were out of earshot.

#commissions #coffee shop au represent #skull got that quiet boy rizz #she let me hit because i can bake her warm fresh loaves of homemade bread

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phrandallanton · 11 hours

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ranfren headcannons

I've done everything but posted headcannons and a fanfiction. This won't do. Here's some headcannons of mine! All of them aren't serious so don't take them that way d(>_･ ). Feel free to ask me about any other headcannons I'll definitely give more!

Randal

• if he has any pimples on his face he definitely picks at them untill they pop

• either is really good at math or sucks at math and hates it. (No in-between)(leaning towrds sucking at math more)

• has tear stains on his homework sometimes

• he bathes everyday dispite what people think. (Luther forces him too)

• his hair gets really oily. He has tried to cook with the oil his hair produced once. Nobody ate dinner that night.

• if he's frustrated and you go to poke him he'll scream on top of his lungs, but like the scream that goes from normal yelling to banshee screeching. "stop touCHING MEEEEĚĘƏƏ!!!!"

• gets in a lot of internet arguments about things that don't matter at all ("I think you'll find it's 'whom'.")

• he'd get so mad if he ask you to hold his glasses, and you proceed to carelessly get your fingerprints all over them.

• draws with those "how to draw anime" guid books.

• if he ever took a driving test, he would have already failed the moment he opens the car door.

• loves kraft mac and cheese, double points if it's in shapes of popular marketable characters.

• now thinking of it, if he was a pasta dish he would be kraft mac and cheese.

• bites his toe nails off (gross) Luther tried to get him to stop but he probably does the same thing when no one is around.

• sneezes weirdly. Like..."ah...ah...AH CHOOwoowoowoowoo..." and shakes his head. Or if he's covering it in his elbow it'll sound like a trumpet horn.

Luther

• he can dance but it's weird.

• if you tell him a joke he'll turn it into a life lesson.

• he wins every staring contest. However if your eyes start watering he'll get worried and start begging you to blink.

• treats women (and everyone) with so much respect, but he won't hesitate to punch a women if he really has to.

• *shakes his indext finger* "no no no"

• Randal probably tried to set him up on a blind date, he didn't like that. It was very awkward to say the least.

• genuinely gets happy when there are bagels at the function.

• when asked for advice, it'll sound like he's going to say something really meaningful and life changing, but then does a complete 180. "Oh, you think your ugly? Well people will have their opinions about you and ...well... you aren't the best thing to look at. But there's worst out there ♡."

• I can see him gobbling up some cheese and broccoli.

• has a walk in closet filled with clothes and accessories he doesn't wear.

• he 100% definitely has the goofiest giggle in the planet.

• eats ice cream with his front teeth.

Nyon

• I will stand by this till the day I die, he's really funny. He has a really good sense of humor. But I could also seem him not understanding jokes too. But at the same TIIIMMEE I feel like he'd be naturally funny.

• he knows lots of slang and pop culture due to watching TV a lot and probably quotes stuff in his head. (Maybe out loud if he was talking to you)

• has a lot of opinions, will never say them out loud, even when asked.

• he's the smartest out of everyone, including Luther.

• easily amused. please give him one of those little fishy nightlights. He'd enjoy looking at it so much.

• he's good at card games and Nyen doesn't like that. (Nyen has stabbed him over games of uno)

• has a really funny looking smile. (There's that one drawing in the Christmas comic where he's smiling weird after he saw Luther's reaction to the fire place tape he made for him)

Nyen

• listens to death metal but then listens to a jpop song right after. ("Can't let gang know I fw this")

• good at math, sucks at reading.

• loves hearing about drama and will be nosy.(come on man he loves Judge Judy and romance novels)

• sounds like Tom from Tom and Jerry when he yells.

• he calls himself "The Tom Cat" and (canonically) "Top of the pets in the house hold" which is practically the same as "I'm the alpha" so he's probably has said that.

• sucks at card games. Will legit end up with half of the pack of cards in his hands in the middle of an uno game.

• actually the weakest of them all. (I won't go into all that right now. But I can definitely beat him up in a fight, just sayin.)

•him and Nyon probably have times where they stay up and chit chat for a bit before they sleep, Example (from my old notes I had):

Nyon high on weed:...why do we call oranges..oranges...but we don't call apples...reds..??..

Nyen:....sh*t...you got a point... does that mean we would call lemons: short yellows and bananas: long yellows so it doesn't get confusing?...

*they then discuss this for an hour or so*

• Snores really really LOUD. Sounds like a car.

• oddly very ticklish I bet.

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That's all I have now. It's 2 in the morning and I'm falling asleep. I might write other characters headcannons later.

"I'm going to sleep" -bop it

#ranfren #catmen #luther ranfren #luther von ivory #comic #web series #nyon ranfren #Nyon #nyen catman #nyen ranfren #Nyen #randals friends #randal ivory #ranfren randal #headcanon #Ranfren headcannons #i need to sleep now #yawn

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f1tyreslightmyfyre · 1 month

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We Go Together - Ch. 6

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A Jedi!Charles x TIE Fighter Pilot!Max Star Wars AU

Ch. 6 Warnings: Explicit language; Charles tries his hand at teaching and probably needs help; lightsaber violence; minor wound description; explosion and death

A/N: Thank you everyone for reading!! ❤😊

The knife lands with a dull thud against the cutting board and another vegetable slice joins the others. Of all the root vegetables that this planet has to offer, the bright yellow one is Charles' favorite for a fish stew. The earthy flavor compliments the salty, oily fish, and with a heavy sprinkling of herbs, it’s one of the more pleasant dishes that he can make.

Fortunately, Max doesn’t make a fuss about anything that Charles cooks. In fact, the last couple of weeks have shown a drastic improvement in Max’s own cooking skills, but he’s far more adept with the spear gun. The thought teases a smile to Charles’ face as he continues chopping vegetables. And maybe Max’s past as a hunter will never truly leave him, but at least it can now serve a more useful purpose - and help keep their bellies fuller.

Just another thing that Charles loves about -

The realization clenches his heart and his grip on the knife falters. It falls against the cutting board with a clank as he drowns in the truth that he hasn’t wanted to admit.

Because he hates it. He hates to admit how much he loves not being alone. He hates how much Max has forged his way into Charles’ being, a perfect antithesis and balance and… partner in every sense of the word.

Even worse is how quickly Charles has allowed himself to give Max everything. It hasn’t been that long since Max crashed into the sea. It hasn’t been that long since Charles has had him in his life - in his bed - and Charles hates the growing realization that he never wants to live his life without Max.

He should know better - in fact, he does know better. There’s a reason that he hasn’t been close with anyone since his Master fled to save his life. With the Empire’s suffocating rule, any Force-sensitive soul is at risk, let alone a former-almost-Jedi. Especially one who lives with someone so prodigious in the Force as Max. Nearly every day, he continues to amaze with the sheer raw power of his ability to wield the Force in his surroundings.

What could they accomplish together if Charles stopped hiding? Would the manipulated, mindless soldiers of the Empire even stand a chance against them?

He brushes the heady thought away, trying to dislodge his heart from his throat as the door to his dwelling opens. Max steps inside, hair askew from the wind and clothes damp with sea spray. He holds a bucket in one hand and the spear gun in the other. “It feels like cheating, somehow.” Max says by way of greeting as he closes the door. “The sea just teems with life. I can just isolate each fish as it swims past… and I’m accurate every time.”

Charles turns from the cutting board with a mischievous smirk. “Welcome to the secret of why I never starved even without credits.”

Max braces the spear gun by the door and pulls off his boots. With the bucket still in hand, he pads over to Charles. “I didn’t do the best job cleaning them.” He looks down at the butchered fish meat. “That’s not a skill that the Force helps with.”

Charles steps away from the counter, unconcerned about the bucket’s contents when Max’s eyes are so lovely in the firelight. “It just takes practice. I don’t even know that I’m good at it - so long as I can get enough meat to eat without too much waste….”

Max’s face softens as he meets Charles’ warm smile. It feels like the most natural thing in the world as they lean in and their lips meet. The kiss lingers with tender sweetness and heartfelt affection. Charles’ toes curl with the promise of later, once they’re both tucked in bed together.

Max’s cheeks hold a ruddy pink color as they part, and Charles can feel the arousal that simmers along the other man’s skin. He drowns in the glacial fire that burns in Max’s eyes and doesn’t stop the words that crawl up his throat. “I’m so glad that you’re here - that… you’ve stayed for so long.”

Max dips his head in a tell of embarrassment. “I… well, now that I…” He pauses, shaking his head gently. “I don’t know what to do if I don’t stay.”

“Then, stay.” Charles breathes as anxious desire sparks in his chest. “Let my home be your home… be our ho-” Charles words’ cut off abruptly as a noise swells in the air.

A bone-chilling, fear-inducing ionic scream that makes his blood run cold. Max’s face hardens as his head snaps up, listening to the distinctive sound overhead.

Only one ship in the galaxy makes that noise.

The roar of a second TIE fighter follows the first as Charles and Max stare upwards.

“That’s a low, slow pass.” Max’s words hold a cold, clinical tone. “A scouting mission.”

“A scouting mission…” Charles echoes on a heavy sigh. “What could they possibly be doing here?”

“There’s nothing in my fighter to alert them.” Max says, lowering his gaze.

Charles nods, remembering Max’s early words about the lack of a homing beacon. “That’s what concerns me. This… this feels different.”

Max’s eyes narrow with immediate suspicion. “You think… did someone report us?”

Charles gives a quick shake of his head. “It wouldn’t be us, specifically. But is it possible the Empire has Force-sensitive spies who report on disturbances in the Force? Yes, I think it is quite possible.” He glances back at Max with a shy smile. “And you… we haven’t exactly been subtle recently.”

“Why should we?” Max whispers, his voice suddenly tight. “Why should we have to hide? With all this power at our fingertips…"

Charles blinks back at him, brow furrowing. “And what’s happened to the man who called me a traitor for using the Force…?”

“I guess it’s like you said,” Max says, stepping close and nuzzling Charles’ nose. “I’m waking up.”

Charles’ heart swells, and he leans in for another kiss. The Force hums around them, warming from their physical connection. The whining scream of a TIE fighter engine on approach fills the dwelling again, followed by another. Charles steals another kiss before sighing with the heavy weight of resignation. “I can’t let these people suffer anymore, Max.”

“The garrison that you told me about,” Max whispers against his lips. “They were trying to find you, weren’t they?”

Charles gently shakes his head. “Not me. They wanted my Master. But she fled to save these people and left me here, to save my life, too.”

“But you’re a Jedi?”

“Not officially. I was days away from The Trials when the Temple fell… but I have kept the Force by my side and have only continued to grow with it, despite never earning the title of Jedi Master.”

“But don’t you see, Charles? You don’t have to earn anything.” Max presses another gentle kiss. “You already are a Jedi.”

The TIE fighters pass overhead, rattling the crockery on the counter and the knife on the cutting board. Charles leans into Max’s embrace, basking in the man’s steadying presence. “That’s why it’s my turn, now.” Charles says, forcing a hard swallow. “Just as my Master did - I cannot let these people suffer the Empire’s presence again.”

He withdraws from Max’s embrace, abandoning the vegetables and raw fish. Crouching in front of a far cabinet, he digs to the back of the dark shelf.

Max steps up behind him. “What are you going to do?”

“Something I should have done a long time ago.” Charles withdraws a roll of crude cloth. He unties the leather strap and unfurls the frayed fabric. The long, metal hilt of a lightsaber gleams in the firelight.

Max’s eyes widen. “Fuck, Charles. I thought… lightsabers aren’t real.”

“They’re as real as the Jedi, mon cher.” The pet name in his native language rolls off his tongue as he takes the weapon in hand. His fingers warm from the familiar feel of the grip and muscle memory surges through him. While he’s kept his body in decent physical shape, it’s been a long time since he wielded his weapon. The energy from the crystals runs along his skin, fusing with his own - and he feels more focused than he has in years.

The throaty roar of approaching TIE fighters again grows in the air, and Charles doesn’t look back.

Sunlight warms his skin as he steps outside and sights the dark spacecraft on the horizon. Max’s presence follows him out into the swaying grass as he takes position on the hillside. If these TIE fighters are indeed on a scouting mission - looking for signs of suspicious activity - then, Charles intends to give them no cause to suspect anyone else on the planet’s surface.

The lightsaber hums to life in his hand, vibrating with static as he adopts a defensive position. Even at this distance, the pilots would have to be completely blind to miss the green glowing blade. And while they may be overly confident in their firepower, they don’t know Charles’ strength in the Force.

“Charles, don’t be stupid!” Max’s words sound distant in Charles’ ears as the TIE fighters accelerate into steep attack dives on a trajectory straight for him. “Their firepower is too much!”

“Have faith, Max.” Charles calls out, centering his focus and calming his voice. “Use the Force. Trust in it - and you’ll do wonders.”

Twin blasts fire from each TIE, and Charles lets the Force guide him. His body moves, and the lightsaber flies as an extension of his arms. The blasts crash against his blade, threatening his balance as he deflects and repels with rapid accuracy. Grass scorches around him and a stray blast shoots up towards the sky as the TIEs fly past. They curve in banking turns, coming back around for another run.

Charles’ heart pounds as he gasps for breath. His arms ache with long-forgotten exertion as adrenaline sings in his veins and the Force energizes him. He’s felt more alive in the last weeks than he’s felt in years - and as the fighters line up for another attack run, he realizes that Max has been the catalyst missing from his life. Without Max… how many more years would he have hidden away and denied himself?

He grips his lightsaber tighter and squares his shoulders for another volley. This one comes just as powerful as the first, and he acts without thinking. The Force sharpens his instincts and the smell of burning grass fills his nose as the blasts deflect off his blade. He watches the fighters swoop low and pass away from him, but they’re hardly finished. They curve around in sharp arcs, on a direct trajectory for him yet again.

They show no mercy, unleashing a relentless barrage. The energy blasts sizzle and burn around Charles as he moves to deflect and defend. A searing line cuts across his shoulder and distracts his focus just long enough. The scorching heat closes in around him, and the flash of the ion blasts blinds him. He loses his balance, dropping to his knees as the firepower overwhelms him and a scream deafens him.

“CHAAARLES!”

The raw cry burns Max’s throat as his heart stops and his arms extend out. He doesn’t recognize the sound of his own voice as he watches Charles disappear in a torrent of fire and smoke. Panic paralyzes him as he stares at what surely must be Charles’ lifeless body.

But as the smoke drifts away, a new scene takes shape. Charles crouches low, lightsaber forgotten on the ground as he holds his hands up. A light-blue, translucent bubble surrounds him, shielding him from the worst of the blast and the smoke. Blood oozes from a mostly cauterized wound on his upper arm and dirt from the chewed up ground splatters his face - but he’s alive.

Charles is alive .

He fixes Max with an incredulous stare, eyes wide as the last curls of smoke disappear on the breeze. The Force shield around him winks out as he stands to his full height, turning his gaze from Max’s outstretched hands up to the sky.

Slowly, Max registers the cold metal of the TIE fighters stinging his skin, the power of the stalled ion engines thrumming in his veins. He follows Charles’ gaze, looking beyond his extended fingers at the two TIE fighters suspended in midair. Each machine shakes in its invisible hold, the engines at full throttle working to break free - but Max holds them completely in his control.

The Force surges through him, and Max can feel everything. The vibrations of the engines, the sharpness of the controls, the static ozone in the air. He closes his eyes, drawing a trembling breath at the heady, powerful sensation that surrounds him. When he reopens them, he’s never had a more singular focus or conviction of purpose.

“There’s five more ships inbound.” Charles’ voice carries on the breeze. “And a Star Destroyer lurking just beyond them.”

Keeping a firm hold on the ships, Max turns towards Charles. “How do you know?”

Charles lifts the corner of his mouth with a self-confident edge. “You’re not the only one who’s powerful, mon cher.” He glances back up at the two TIEs still frozen and motionless in the sky. “Can you fly them?”

Max extends himself into the pilot’s mind, cutting through the angry confusion to feel the tight grip of the stick. His fingers twitch in familiarity, and fuck … he would swear he’s back in the cockpit. “Yes,” Max answers, breathless at the revelation. “Yes… I can feel it - them. Everything .”

“Then, we go together. Where you lead,” Charles takes a deep breath, “I will follow.”

Max turns his attention back to the sky. “I can’t fly all seven of them.”

“You just focus on the two that you have,” Charles reassures him. “I don’t know how to fly, but the weak-minded are vulnerable to the power of suggestion - and I want them to follow your TIEs.”

Max nods, adrenaline surging in his blood as his heart soars. With Charles at his side, what won’t they accomplish? “A Star Destroyer’s reactor is poorly shielded - that’s our target.” He wets his top lip, drawing a deep breath. “Are you with me?”

Charles nods, taking a deep breath as he extends an arm forward, stretching his fingers out. “I’m with you.”

“We go together.” Max breathes, pulling back on the stick and shooting up towards the edge of the planet’s atmosphere. The force of acceleration pushes him against the bench as he leads the charge and flies the ship as an extension of himself. Each image comes to him so clearly - the Star Destroyer set against the starry black of space, the other TIEs lining up behind him, the glow of the ship’s exhaust ports. The hangar bay doors stand open for their arrival, but he doesn’t slow down.

None of them do. He squeezes the trigger and ion blasts light up the hangar bay. The fire’s heat scorches his skin as he flies forward, ever onward and continues the attack. His shots land true - so, do Charles’ - and the reactor ignites in spectacular fashion. The conflagration blinds him and skin vaporizes off his bones as the ship disintegrates around him.

His knees buckle as the connection burns out, and Max collapses to the grass. His head throbs and his muscles tremble from overuse. He heaves for breath as he comes back to himself inside his own body once again.

Charles’ warmth wraps around him, supporting him, and Max slumps to his embrace.

“Easy, easy…” Charles soothes, brushing a kiss to his sweat-soaked brow. “I have never seen anyone do something like that… you - you’re incredible, mon cher.” His hold on Max tightens and it’s all Max can do to cling to him.

“We… we did it together.” Max’s voice comes strained and exhausted. “Without you, I never would have known it was possible.” He basks in Charles’ close presence, in the strength and love that radiates from the leaner man. It speaks to every emotion overflowing in Max’s chest.

“Well, we’re certainly in it together now.” Charles says softly with a sigh. “The Empire won’t let that attack stand unanswered for long.”

“No, they won’t.” Max agrees. “We’ll need to leave - but I think you already knew that when you first stepped out with your lightsaber. Fuck, Charles… I’ve never seen anyone be so reckless, yet so sure of what they were doing.”

Charles hums gently, brushing another kiss to Max’s brow as he cradles him close. “Trust in the Force, and you’ll never need to doubt.”

“With you at my side,” Max corrects, “I’ll never need to doubt.”

“Same for me, too, mon cher.”

The pet name warms Max’s heart even though he has no idea what it means. He makes a mental note to ask sometime, but right now, they need to get moving. Tilting his head up, he meets’ Charles’ lovely eyes. “We need to move. The Empire could already have ground support converging towards us.”

“I don’t disagree with you, but you should really recover your strength first.”

The concern in Charles’ voice tugs a smirk to Max’s lips. “I’m alright, Charles - you… you were the one I thought I’d lost.”

Charles shakes his head slowly. “It will take more than that for you to lose me.”

Max clings tighter to him in a moment of vulnerable desperation and draws a deep breath. Whatever he has to do to hold Charles this close for the rest of his days, he will. Nothing else in the galaxy matters. “Come on.” He forces himself to say, working his exhausted muscles back into action. He draws back from Charles’ embrace, glancing around at the scorched earth, at the roiling sea beyond, and the humble dwelling that has sheltered him these past weeks. “I’m almost sad to leave this place… but maybe we'll be able to return one day.”

“One day…” Charles says wistfully. “Hopefully when the galaxy is free… when we are free.”

Max shakes his head gently. “One step at a time, mijn snoepje.” He doesn’t know where the words in his native tongue come from, but he can’t think of anything else to call Charles as he pushes unsteadily to his feet.

Charles moves with him and together they stand, exhausted and satisfied and unified. Charles’ face brightens with a fond smile. “The first of many, I hope.”

Max’s hand finds Charles’, squeezing it tight as Charles’ words resound in his mind and his heart. “Together," he says. "We go together.”

Fin

#f1 fanfic #f1 rpf #charles leclerc #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x max verstappen #max verstappen #max verstappen fanfic #lestappen #star wars au #jedi #tie fighter #f1 fandom

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furrama · 3 months

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I saw this macaroni and cheese TikTok uploaded on Tumblr late last year and it looked so good. Like watch it, isn't it the most delicious thing you've ever seen?

Did you watch? Okay, I made it. Went to her website and followed the directions exactly. My advice is to not make it.

The reasons are simple: One, it's just. Too much cheese. Like it looks good in a video, but if you put that much of those kinds of cheeses into something there's going to be. So much oil. Just everywhere. Even if you take care not to overbake, it's going to be overflowing over the sides of your casserole dish. Did you see in the video that at some point she had a pan under it? Like she put it in the oven filled to the top (which is asking for spill over anyway) and then we cut back and there's an oily pan for a second? Yeah, you eat this and you will be on the toilet for days. Did it taste good once you blotted up some cheese oil with paper towels? Yes. Was it worth it? No.

The second reason is that it's stupid expensive to make this recipe. The cream and cheese add up, it's going to cost like 30+ dollars depending on cheese brand and availability. Macaroni and cheese should be affordable, this recipe isn't.

My hunch is that this was made to be a video first, and I wasn't supposed to take it seriously.

I have spent the last couple of months fueled by something akin to vengeance, trying to make a good mac just to spite the video, and after talking to my dad who used to manage several Luby's Cafeterias and searching online and stealing the chicken bouillon in the noodle water idea from the video, this is the cheapest and best version I have after making it and fiddling around several times. And you will not die of cheese grease. Probably.

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Macaroni and Cheese Recipe

You will need:

11/7 casserole dish, aluminum foil, a cheese grater, a little oil for the dish

2 cups of small dry elbow macaroni

4 tablespoons of nonfat dry milk

2 tablespoons of all purpose flour

1 teaspoon of kosher salt

1 teaspoon of chicken bouillon powder

1/2 teaspoon of garlic powder

1/4 teaspoon of white pepper

1 and 1/4 cup of boiling water

1 tablespoon of butter

1 pound block (16 oz) of sharp cheddar cheese

1/2 pound block (8 oz) of american cheese (check the deli counter for this one, you need to be able to grate it. And yes it's worth it, the way it breaks down in hot water is important to getting creamy sauce.)

Roughly 6 hours before eating boil water for macaroni in a medium sized pot, and put the bouillon and salt in the water. Cook according to package directions, then set aside in the water to cool. Stir the noodles once in a while to break them up. Make sure they stay just covered in water. Once lukewarm put in the fridge with a lid. Noodles should get big but not mushy.

Also roughly six hours before you will start the cheese sauce. Grate all of your cheese. Add the milk powder, flour, white pepper, garlic powder, and butter to a large bowl. You can optionally add another 1/4 teaspoon of kosher salt here. Pour in boiling water and whisk together. Then add half a cup of shredded american cheese and half a cup of shredded sharp cheddar. Whisk them together until smooth, about 2-3 minutes. Then let it cool, then cover with plastic wrap or a lid and put it in the fridge. This will help it thicken up. Mix the rest of your shredded cheese together and put it in the fridge until it's time to bake.

When it is time to bake set the oven to 350 degrees. Oil the bottom and inner sides of your casserole dish and set aside. Drain your noodles thoroughly, water likes to hide in them and it can cause your mac to become watery. Then put the noodles in the bowl with the sauce and combine. Then add another cup of the mixed cheese and stir. Put the mixture in the casserole dish and cover it with foil. Bake for 30 minutes.

Then take the foil off and cover the top with the rest of your shredded cheese mixture. Bake until the cheese melts. You can broil it until brown spots appear but that will separate out some of the cheese grease so be aware.

Let the dish rest for 10-15 minutes. Enjoy!

(Costs about 12 dollars a dish too.)

#macaroni and cheese #recipe #Macaroni and cheese recipe #I accidentally did that thing where I told my life story before getting to the recipe #It wasn't for copyright reasons it was in memory of that week I had to eat so much oily macaroni and died in the bathroom about it #PSA I guess

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aime187 · 3 months

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Hiiii how are you today :3

Oh, hiiiiiii! Moot and friend :3

I'm okay, not feeling bad which is nice.

Just finish playing TF2 on a community server (Skial 2Fort lol), might eat dinner after this (it's 10:15 PM here, which is kinda late to eat dinner ^^').

My mom cook this dish called Ikan Siakap Asam Pedas, which is a soupy fish dish that is kinda oily and spicy. One of my favourite dishes to be honest.

I also finished making a SFM poster of Sniper. I am also trying to work on the WIPs of my OCs.

How are you doing? I hope you're doing well. If not, I hope your day will be better :D

I've seen your art, your OCs. Very nice as always, love them. (I should have said that when reblog them, but I'm still a bit shy to do that a lot ajdgajhdjaj. I'll do that for sure next time, yes.)

(I write too much here, whoops ^^')

#turns out i can be a bit talkative of sort #lol #sorry if this is too much #i can't stop myself sometimes TvT

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channiebelly · 5 months

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chan’s enjoying life with his roommate mingyu since he handles all the cooking and it’s a nice break on him. as he expects he puts on weight but he doesn’t really expect mingyu blowing up similarly and he’s curious as to how much he’ll gain before realizing. sampling the recipes and matching how much chan eats can only accelerate how quickly he grows alongside his roommate unknowingly

i am so sorry this took so long! I hope you like it <3

ship: mingyu/chan

wordcount: .9k

tropes: mutual gaining, unintentional gaining

When Chan and Mingyu moved in together, they set up a chore distribution system. The most important part was that Mingyu would make dinner every night.

Mingyu was famed for being a good cook, and he promised Chan that he would never need to eat out again.

"I need a lot of food," Chan had warned him, jiggling his rounded belly so Mingyu would know exactly what he was referring to.

"Don't worry, I know. I'll keep you well fed."

Mingyu did. Every night there was a delicious meal set out on the table. Mingyu would split the food evenly between them and they would eat. Chan would have to consciously try and avoid moaning at the table due to how good the food was, and how creamy and oily it was. Creamy and oily were Mingyu's specialities. He would always leave the table feeling that comfortable heaviness in his belly, his skin stretching to accommodate the amount of food.

Just three weeks into living together, Chan noticed that he was gaining weight. His pants became harder to button up and his favourite tshirts started becoming skin tight. Chan didn't mind, though. He'd always liked his belly. He thought it was cute and comfortable and very sexy. So what if it got a little bigger? There was just more of him to love.

Mingyu was getting bigger too. Chan was shocked by that. He'd always been an avid gym goer and he was taller than Chan so Chan had thought that Mingyu would be able to handle eating the same amount of food as him. Mingyu's growing muffin top was proof that that wasn't true.

Mingyu liked to walk around the house shirtless, proud of his sculpted gym body, so it was easy for Chan to notice the changes that were happening. Chan didn't mention anything to Mingyu, even though it seemed like Mingyu hadn't noticed this change in his physique.

Chan watches as over the weeks and months, Mingyu's muffin top develops into a pot belly which gets pinched by the waistband of his pants, and then into a round, bloated beer belly which never seems to go away. His chest muscles stop looking so defined and the muscle there morphs into baby moobs.

As Mingyu's weight climbs and climbs, Chan contemplates whether he should mention something to Mingyu. He doesn't want to. Mingyu always looks so happy when he eats and he gets this relaxed vibe to him right after the meal's finished, as if he's enjoying the fullness in the same way that Chan does. No, Chan decides. He won't tell him. Mingyu is happy like this.

Chan decides to test Mingyu's limits, subtly, of course.

"I barely ate today, could you make some extra dinner tonight?" he asks.

"Of course," Mingyu says. Chan knew he would agree.

When Mingyu sits down for dinner, he again evenly splits the dish and they sit down to eat it. Chan celebrates to himself. His plan worked! Mingyu is eating even more of the greasy, buttery food than usual.

Chan repeats this same statement that he barely ate multiple times throughout the coming weeks, claiming that he'd just been really busy lately. Soon, he doesn't even have to ask and Mingyu is making these larger meals without Chan having to ask.

Mingyu's weight piles on even faster. Chan doesn't feel guilty because now Mingyu's after dinner glow lasts even longer. He's happier than ever.

It all comes to a head one day when Mingyu knocks on Chan's door, wearing nothing but his boxers. Chan notices how the waistband is almost stretched out as far and it can go and how Mingyu's thighs are threatening to rip the seams.

"Can I borrow some shorts?" Mingyu asks.

"Sure. Why?" Chan asks. He starts digging in his closet for a pair.

"I don't fit any of my pants anymore. They won't button. I need to go buy some new ones." He sounds miserable. Chan hands him a pair of shorts. "I got so big and I didn't even notice." He pokes a finger into his squishy side and looks sad.

"What's wrong with that?" Chan asks. "You like my belly, don't you?" He places his hand on his belly and gives it a soft shake. Mingyu always used to tell Chan how cute and cosy his belly made him look. He would tell him that under absolutely no circumstances should Chan lose weight. Chan knows that Mingyu likes his belly. Mingyu nods. "So now you have one too."

Mingyu still looks sad.

"You like eating, don't you?" Mingyu nods again, more enthusiastically this time. "And I think you look really good like this. So be happy. Now you can eat even more."

"You think I look good?" Mingyu asks.

"Yes. You're big and soft, just like a giant teddy bear. I want you to give me a big hug."

Mingyu giggles.

"Go buy yourself some new clothes, and for dinner we can get takeout."

Mingyu turns to leave. "I think I need a tshirt too," he says. Chan hands him one.

It was easier to convince Mingyu than Chan had thought. It seems like he didn't need much pushing to accept that his belly was amazing. It seems like that was always the body he was meant to have. Chan is just happy he could help get him there.

#chubby chan #chubby mingyu #kpop feederism #svt feederism #gyuchan

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krenenbaker · 8 months

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Recipes for Dove (and others, too)

This is a small selection of recipes that I put together for @dove-da-birb. They are some of the recipes that I and my family use, mainly vegetarian, but also with a few non-vegetarian options. I tend to adapt these a bit when I make them, usually adding more of the seasonings and aromatics, but the recipes are a good basis to build off of.

The recipes are from The Ultimate Vegetarian Cookbook, The Paleo Diabetes Diet Solution, and a couple websites (which I've linked).

Recipe Websites I Often Use

The 1940s Experiment - A website containing a variety of recipes from 1940s Wartime Britain. They can be a little hit-or-miss, but I linked a few of my favourites below. They're definitely rather British in nature, so may or may not appeal. Many of the recipes are wither vegetarian, or have a vegetarian option.

Just One Cookbook - A HUGE collection of Japanese recipes, from mains, to sides, to desserts, to a whole lot of other dishes. There are a lot of recipes that I've enjoyed from here!

Sides and Starches

Tattie Scones (Tippitiwychett) - I LOVE this recipe. It's just a really good starch to have with a meal!

Mock Black Pudding (The 1940s Experiement) - One of the many "mock" foods of the era, this is a fried, seasoned oat patty. It's nice with either veggies and a protein for dinner, or with eggs and tomatoes for a savoury breakfast.

Lemon Garlic Pasta (Pinch and Swirl) - Just a nice, simple pasta recipe. I generally add some spinach towards the end of the cooking process to wilt a little, and it's also really tasty if made (significantly) spicier. Roasting the garlic beforehand also adds another layer of richness to the dish, but it's not necessary.

Mains (Vegetarian)

Mushroom risotto (Recipe Tin Eats) - I posted about this the other day, but it's a really rather nice recipe if you enjoy risotto and/or mushrooms :)

Mock Goose (the 1940s Experiment) - Not goose, but a baked lentil dish! It's surprisingly nice, especially topped with cheese in the last few minutes of baking.

Mock Crab (The 1940s Experiment) - Again, not crab, but a cheesy scrambled egg dish. It's nice on toast as a quick lunch, with some fresh veg as a side. I would definitely recommend using less margarine/butter, as it can get a bit too oily otherwise.

Masoor Dahl (Choosing Chia) - This is an alright basis for this recipe, but I usually add about double the amount of seasoning (if not more). It's a quick recipe, though, so it's nice in that way.

Tofu Katsu Curry (Okonomi Kitchen) - I'm a HUGE fan of curries, especially Japanese curries. This recipe, with breaded tofu cutlets, is a nice recipe, and I often use it. I usually just make triangles, rather than the "cutlet" shape suggested on the website, and I also make "family style" curry (as in this recipe). (Also, Okonomi Kitchen is another website with a lot of good vegetarian/vegan dishes!)

Curried Squash Soup - I don't remember what this exact recipe is like, but you can alter the seasoning to suit your tastes ^w^ (Using frozen, cubed squash is a really good option here!)

Vegetarian Bolognese - You can use canned beans instead of dried, and though they won't have the bay leaf flavouring, it's a quicker way to make this sauce. I'd also recommend adding some heat, either with pepper flakes, fresh hot peppers, or canned chipotles.

Roasted Ratatouille - You can of course just use normal diced tomatoes for this. It won't have the same smokiness, but it's still just as good!

Mains (non-Vegetarian)

Greek-Style Turkey Burgers - My family makes these into meatballs, usually. They also need more seasoning than is called for in the recipe, by quite a bit. (Mint is also a nice addition to these!)

Baked Haddock with Peppers and Tomatoes - This recipe is more me just putting the concept in this collection, of white fish baked in a chunky tomato sauce. It's always just a nice, simple meal to have, especially with some rice or wild rice.

#krenenbaker's :)#this took longer to put together than I thought - I had to remember where some of the recipes were from haha!#and a couple of my favourite cookbooks are still in storage so I may add onto this when I have them out again #recipes #meals

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bytchysylvy · 4 months

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HOW EVERYONE LIKES THEIR PASTA (and their opinions on latikam's noodles)

There is a common gnocchi-like pasta that is Oasis's preferred noodle. Well done, and drenched in sauce. Favorite pasta dish is more. She enjoys latikam's offerings even if they are strange, mokubat's noodle lumps are great. Pasta is Pasta.

Casarin grew up eating noodles that were thick and chewy and preferred it over the rice. However its a style thats hard to find in the north and whats available to him here just doesnt hit the same. Still, the closest thing is instant noodles and they're ok I guess. Dishes dont matter, its not mama's cooking. Casarin has a normal relationship with latikam's cooking.

Pasta brings up too many memories for alex. Luckily what's in latikam's household doesn't resemble what he knows to be pasta, and is usually cooked in a soup. They're... okay. He would prefer a potato instead (which the vazuvyr treat like a carrot or turnip). One of the things that makes life easier is how far removed the vazuvyr are from the culture he grew up in, cooking included; one of the things that makes life harder is also how far removed he is from the culture he grew up in. Raviolis are his favorite.

Hydrel has no preference with his noodles, not a big pasta fan because his doesn't like the sauces his family uses (which are oily and herbal rather than creamy). He will one day discover what else is out there. Latikam's cooking is more miss with him than hit, but he can stand the noodles, thats not the problem with his cooking.

Noodle culture for vazuvyr is a complex thing. Noodlemakers have spend centuries making theirs in their own image. Latikam however, gets whatever the embassy gives him, which is a cheaply made pezeku brand that most closely resemble soba noodles. Traitors. He most likes mokubat's homemade noodles when he has the strength to make them. They're all just lumps of boiled dough but they are perfect to him.

Meksignn does NOT like noodles for they stick to his tootsies when he stands in the bowl.

#oasis #casarin #alex #hydrel #latikam #meksignn #sf

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mistfvlly · 1 year

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My thoughts prompt me to return to this space.

My value at home is always equated to how many so called traditional, housewife-like tasks I can accomplish. Any other feats of mine don’t mean much. If I enjoy certain tasks, it’s not valued. I’m gaslit. It’s frustrating hearing this on a daily basis and when facing it to fight it, my efforts are not taken seriously. If I talk happily about something I enjoy, something like baking, it’s shut down as something useless and instead I’m questioned on why I cannot cook more traditional dishes. I am told I need to cook more. But this is said to my face, as though it has been forgotten that I have lived independently with little help from others in doing so. And even when I speak of that time, it’s shut down, stamped on, undervalued. It isn’t quite control, but judgments to restrain me, both consciously and subconsciously. My appearance, my weight, my skin condition is highlighted, with blatant lies thrown on me as accusations. I shouldn’t eat too many oily foods. I have said this out of my own judgment. Yet days later, my own comment is used as an attack against me. Something along the lines of “all these take outs cause your breakouts”. But “all these takeouts” are few, and the same as everyone else, since it’s a family thing. Yet somehow, it’s wrong for me to join in with that. And if I were to exclude myself, I’d be labelled as petty, stupid, dramatic, and so on. This is how it always was. I escaped it for a while. It’s small stuff. But big when it’s coming from within the house. It’s big if it’s consistent, almost daily. Do you not realise what you’re doing? The things I pursue are not taken seriously. No attention is given to them. You all prioritise other things. Things that don’t matter. The culture is dying. So e of those practices will mean nothing in the future. So why are you insisting? What do you achieve? Things can evolve in a different way. There’s nothing inherently wrong with me preferring to bake than cook. I still cook. And beyond the household chores of cooking and cleaning, which by the way in huge part drove me to literal madness approximately one year ago, something which I am still recovering from, I am struggling with other things that are important too. My mental health is in absolute shambles, I have deep fears and hesitances to even pursue some of these things further, and that affects my education as well as my life in general. It affects it all so incredibly and I always have to suffer with the consequences, alone. And I must suffer with it alone, for if you were to discover these failures, that would prove to be an even bigger disappointment. I must at least succeed in one thing. I cannot do the menial tasks, apparently, not to your liking at least, and I cannot even make something of myself, which disappoints you but most importantly myself. All of that, and more, sometimes makes me want to off myself.

#personal #rambles

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chaotic-multidimension · 1 year

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The last thing Shō expected to hear when he came home from school was the soft sound of classical music coming through the door.

The only person listening to it was Reigen. What was he doing here?

Teru was with Kageayma today, he and Shō had separated right in front of the school. The redheaded boy was supposed to be attending his art club, but today he wasn't in the mood. Sue him. His mom lived in another town, and to tell the truth, she would be at his side.

With a soft click, Shō entered the apartment and left the door slightly aja

New target: to scary Reigen for entering their place.

Using his esp to cover footsteps, Shō sneaked into the kitchen, where the man was obviously cooking deliciously smelled chicken. Even from the stairs leading up to their 3rd floor apartment, the teen could smell the fried garlic. Shō was expected it to come from their neighbours, but this turn of events was way much better.

Reigen's phone was on the counter and the man was trying to read the recipe on his really small screen. Every other minute, he was leaning forward and squinted his eyes. It took a real stretch of Shō's will not to laugh at how ugly he looked doing it.

The teenager was really close to his target. His arm, covered by ESP, shimmered slightly as he reached out to touch the man's shoulder...

"Boo!"

Some weightless but huge and electrifying hands dropped onto Shō's own shoulders, disrupting his disguise. The teenager jumped - tried, because the hands wouldn't let him go far - into the air, yelping like a startled rat. Which, in turn, gave him the result he had originally sought - to frighten Reigen.

Although, what happened next startled Shō even more. He expected Reigen to scream, maybe stumble and loose his footing - after all, he'd seen him mostly run away when things got hectic. Instead, Reigen spun in place and swung his left hand behind him, or rather in front of him, followed by a swing with the spatula.

Shō was quickly leaned to the side by hands on his shoulders, dodging the blow aimed at his face, perhaps, because it landed far above his red hair, but the cooking instrument succeeded.

"Hey, you! Watch it!"

Dimple yelled, picking Shō up to move him away from the damage in case Reigen decided to continue. The teen put his hand on a temple and looked at his palm. It was oily. Small grains of rice stuck to his skin.

"You watch it! What was that?! I've told you a million times not to... oh! Hello, Shō-kun!"

Reigen's confused face quickly changed to one of annoyance.

"I didn't hear you return."

The man narrowed his eyes and looked at his phone.

"You weren't supposed to be here until 17:30. What happened?"

Shō licked his palm. Dimple gaped so hard that his 'true' form evaporated back into the cloudy one. Reigen muttered something like 'served you right, farty', which agitated Dimple to swat his hand at man's head, but was ignored. Mostly because the tiny hand went through without any resistance.

"And you shouldn't be here at all, Reigen-san," the teen said, looking expectantly at the brown-haired man. Seeing he had nothing to do now child was caught, Dimple decided to lie down on the man's head.

"It's mine and Teru-niisan's place, why are you here?"

"You didn't answer my question," Reigen retrorted, leaning against the counter. He crossed his arms over his chest, still holding the spatula. Then he glanced at his phone, but it was already off. The soft music also stopped.

"Should I?" the boy asked, leaning around the man. The food smelled delicious, especially this close. Reigen was making fried rice as a side dish. Shō's mouth watered and he licked his lips.

There was a short chuckle from above Shō, and the redheaded teenager looked at him discontentedly.

"My home, my rules, what's your excuse?"

"Wow, the kids really like you, Reigen."

"Those who are not influenced by Mob's little brother usually do."

Reigen grumbled, boldly moving Shō from the stove to stir the rice.

"Teruki said he was going to spend a couple of days with Mob and I know you are not a cook at heart. And wash your face already, really".

He went to not the sink, which was to Reigen's left, but to the windowsill. The teenager took some paper towels from the roll and rubbed his temple furiously.

"Yeah? Do you think I don't like to cook?"

"Shō-kun." There was a slight annoyance in Reigen's voice. "You're 15, no one at that age likes to cook if it's not their hobby or future career choice. And it's not yours. Besides, I have seen what you usually eat."

"Yes, you are the one to judge his eating habits, - Dimple commented from above. "After this, he wanted to snick out and to buy takoyaki. But you came earlier that expected".

"For God's sake, Dimple, shut up!

Shō laughed out a loud one.

"What's the matter? You decided to feed this child dull food, but get yourself something tasty? How cruel of you!"

Reigen's sigh was really heavy one.

"Shō-kun, please set the table," he scrubbed skillet by spatula with more force than it was needed.

"So... You know I'm going with you, right?"- his face was split in half with his signature shit-eating grin.

"Yes, Shō-kun, I know, and you are always welcome. For now, please, let's eat this chicken."

#mp100 #suzuki shou #suzuki shō #Dimple #weirdiction #≤- tag to block #this is meaningless fluff i guess #s//ibling au shou lives for couple of months with teruki #don't know how english punctuation works help me #dimple #reigen arataka #fanfiction

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fizzingwizard · 5 months

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food and diet talk

not that I'm dieting lol.

It has been really, really frustrating trying to make even the small changes that I wanted. The minute I find a healthy recipe I like, I'll discover it's only healthy in some ways, but unhealthy in others. Even if I ate nothing but bowls and bowls of kale without any seasoning, I might get lower cholesterol but I'd be lacking a whole lot of vitamins and just energy in general.

One source says eggs are a yes! They have cholesterol but they're so good for you that you should still eat them (obviously not every single meal or every day but they're healthy enough not to be cut out).

Another source says: eggs are a big no! You can have them if you really, really must... but only now and then... and only the whites... and we don't recommend it tbh.

If I eat "healthy," I'm eating food I don't like, that tastes bad because it has no seasoning, and the only benefit is the idea that I'm going to be overall healthier myself (which for me rn is pretty much about cholesterol and that's it). But my genetics mean it could have no effect - and even without the genetic component, it could still be no good, because I'd fuck up my health other ways by eating "healthy" but not "balanced."

Moderation is supposed to be the key. Eat almost everything as long as it's a balanced diet. But what even is moderation. I went to a restaurant the other day that bills itself as a healthy restaurant. It has the nutritional facts listed right there on the menu, tells you the pros and cons of each dish, etc. But they have a fish deal with 10 grams of salt. That's like double the amount of salt you're supposed to eat in a day?? And my meal was a chicken salad. The chicken had the skin on, which, fine, it's a restaurant (but it actually didn't need it, the meat was very tender and well-seasoned without the skin). It came with multi-grain rice with hjiki and miso soup. Those were fine I think. The real insult was the chicken salad itself. It was supposed to be loaded with vegetables: it had three thin strips of bell pepper, one wedge of tomato, two pieces of broccoli, and two thin, tiny AF slices of squash. The rest was literally just lettuce and cabbage. Not what I was expecting at all. A while ago I went to an Italian restaurant and got their salad, which was just as big even though I got a half portion, and had more vegetables. It was, however, absolutely doused in oily dressing. I hate restaurants that put the dressing on for you (the nice thing about the "healthy" place was at least they put all the sauces on the side so I just didn't use them). It was actually too much too: tasted nice for a few bites, but soon was just super overpowering. It was also the same dressing they put on the bruschetta so if I ever go back I definitely won't order both lol.

Anyway, well, I was prepared for a "healthy" restaurant to not really be that healthy - I'm sure it's going more for "healthy compared to other restaurants," not as healthy as home cooking. But still... I can't get over that meager amount of vegetables in a salad. And I never wanted to be That Girl who orders a salad as an entree. I'm not trying to lose weight, I don't care how big or small people are, I'm just trying to lower my cholesterol numbers by avoiding meat, especially red meat, avoiding sugary and fried food, and trying to eat healthier carbs. I've probably had the most success limiting fried food, or at least more success than I expected. Still not as much as I should be but it's a start. Sugar is harder especially now that it's cold and I want hot cocoa... But I have made some progress there. It's nothing big, but at least I've tried to only eat chocolate-covered almonds instead of just chocolate when I get a craving, and I've been going for sweet potato or fruit sweets whenever I can persuade myself away from chocolate cravings.

I usually eat two meals a day, a brunch sort of and dinner. The first is a light meal and it's usually oatmeal and fruit, or rice with beans. I struggle to get in more veggies or really anything more for that meal because I eat with my students (it's their lunch time) and they need so much help eating their meals that it's hard for us teachers to eat our own. My coworkers can mostly do it, though. But unfortunately, I've always been a slow eater, and as much as I love toddlers, helping them spit out food they refuse to swallow into a napkin and then turning back to my own lunch really grosses me out and always has. So I try to only eat quick, light things. The problem with waiting for my break to eat lunch is 1) it's often not till 3 pm, and 2) if I use my break to eat then I lose prep time. Because even though I'm not paid for one hour a day... I sometimes only get 15 paid time away from the kids. And the max I'm supposed to get... is 30 min x'D which is nowhere near enough. So if I don't use my break nothing happens. And this is true for everyone - people do take actual breaks, but only when they don't have anything else that needs doing, and even then I almost always discover something I forgot and have to rush to deal with (yesterday it was sending the kids' outside play hats home for the weekend to be washed. Usually a c-oteacher does that, but both my co-teachers were out on Friday so I was the only one there to do classroom upkeep.)

So I try to eat good meals for dinner. And then I just get stuck. Because I make something, it tastes good, it has protein and fiber and vitamins, but it's also got a salty dressing, or involves frying, or tastes like ass unless it's well seasoned... And I just don't KNOW how to make food without ANY carbs. You're supposed to get some, but I tend to assume I got enough at lunch. I don't want zucchini noodles or cauliflower rice but. Also it's so much more work.

I just feel frustrated (in a way I've heard lots of people frustrated in the past) that every change I make backfires in a different way. It's just such a bummer to find something I like and then realize it's not as good for me as I thought. Idk what to do. Although, for the first step, I think I've got to lose this job and go somewhere I can have a proper lunch. (But even that comes with a loss because this job DOES give me tons of chances for walking and squatting and exercise - not enough to count as "intense" but it's certainly much better than being sedentary.) And then I guess I should talk to a nutritionist since I don't understand all the nutritional trade-offs well enough myself.

Lol, when I first started this not-diet, my coworker said, "Isn't your background Italian? The Mediterranean diet is so healthy!" Well, Idk it might be, but my 100% Italian grandpa still died of heart disease. And my mom, who is his daughter, and whose eating habits are 100x better than my dad's, still has very high cholesterol and docs want to put her on statins, even though she's been specifically dieting for decades to not have that happen.

#fizz's life #food

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helloiamnin · 7 months

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September 23 log

i'm starting a log here! hello i am nin.

i have places at instagram and tiktok too, but still inactive. for now i'm gonna show up here for daily logs. inspired by someone here that writes up their day, comfort, and uplift themselves, i too wanna made something like that.

this could easily done in a journal, like i usually do, but i'm kinda wanna try this thing. maybe i'll try to rewrite these stuff after this on my journal.

so, today.

i didn't do much i think.

morning - went out to eat and shop

i ate soto and some chicken skin satay. then we go out to a gardening/farming shop. my mom want to buy some stuff for her orchids. after that i manage to influenced my mom to visit a supermarket to buy ice cream. well, we did buy ice cream. we got those little tubs. my mom got the kopyor flavored one, i got the strawberry flavored one. we also buy chicken breasts, some baked noodles, pumpkin, sweet corn, and garlic cream cheese. once at home i make a sandwich filled with the garlic cream cheese. it was so good, i decided to make another one along with a small bowl of ice cream. the ice cream is delicious.

noon - nap i think, cooking and lunch

i think i have some nap time. i decided to cook; sauted cabbage, enoki mushroom, onion, egg, and chicken, steamed potato, a glass of cold flavored water, cut up banana and brownie.

afternoon - chores and dinner

i did my chores; turning on lights, washing dishes, watering the plants, and cleaning out the litterbox. then my mom went to the doctor for the monthly check up and medication refills. my mom came back with dinner, chicken satay and fried noodles. an unlikely pair but tasty nonetheless.

we now arrive at the time i write this up. i finished up my water bottle (2L) which is a good thing. sorry to say, I didn't touch my laptop at all today. my room is still messy af too. i just felt functional today y'know.

oh i kinda want to clean out the railings in the balcony, maybe tomorrow(?)

even if i didn't do the things i planned with my psychologist yesterday to do today, like working on my undergrad thesis, i did function well! i didn't feel so much tired. and overall the mood was okay today.

i need to wash my hair tomorrow, my hair's been oily. also my mom and i need to visit my dad's grave tomorrow.

so i guess that's 3?

3 things to remember by tomorrow i mean.

- dad's grave

- clean out the balcony railing

- wash my hair

oh also

- work on my thesis

turns out after writing all of this up, i don't have much energy left to write it in my journal so... yeah... see you tomorrow.

#logsnin #dailylog #just for me or anyone who is interested to read a rant/vent

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rantsandeepthoughts · 9 months

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Sick

under the cut

I started feeling sick since last week - maybe 11th July. 2023.

(side note. my sister was sick too, i think a week or two before this. she told me a creepy story about what happened that week. so mother is on cold-shoulder mode with the younger siblings. and as usual, it's an elongated, drawn out, cold shoulder, cold war, over something that was relatively minor all things considered. but that's always been the case with any 'fight' that goes on with her. ... anyway, so this sister who is sick is one of them that mother is 'not talking to'. and. mother had cooked something - sick people food - and had dished it up and served it to her on a tray to her room. on her bed. like..... like. fucking creepy. ok... coz you know those sick abusive stories you hear. then the abuser suddenly flips a switch is is super duper nice and sweet. and it's CREEPY. yeah. anyway-)

I took a day off work last week. and mother cooked again.

honestly. this past month or so. the rare times that she comes back. she's cooked a meal. and that in itself is really really weird.

because for the past few years - that's what i can recall clearly - she has NOT cooked for us often at all. and by not often, I mean like, maybe she cooks for us like.... once or twice a month? at most?

the only time she cooks - and we get to eat her cooking - is because she cooks for my grandma. her mother. so usually there's not much leftover anyway, since it's for grandma. and she'll pack away extra for grandma later. or my father would eat it up.

honestly. father cooks more often than mother does. even though father's cooking is usually the same dish - and it's always overly oily and overly salty, because that's just him - but yeah. i'd say father cooks around once a week.

other times for meals. we'll always be eating leftovers that mother brings back from grandma's house. or food that other relatives cooked.

I cook, just basic dishes, usually for vegetables. I USED to cook. around 3 times a week. i can't remember when I started cooking frequently. but i know, it was at least 3 times a week. on the days i didn't cook, it would be leftovers. or maybe father cooked. or i would buy meals. some times my siblings would buy meals.

but i know I cooked 3 times a week. it was nothing great. im not a good cook. just vegetables stir fry. tofu. fishcakes. that sort. nothing fancy. but i cooked. so myself and my parents. would have fresh vegetables for dinner at least 3 times a week. because otherwise it's always salad. stuff you can eat raw.

i STOPPED cooking so often. after mother made a very hurtful comment.

i can't remember what she said, to who, exactly. but she said something like - I don't even cook once a week for them? i don't even cook twice a week? something like that. she basically just drastically reduced the number of times i cooked. EVERY. WEEK. and like.

im fucking tired. i hate cooking ok. it's a chore. and to do it. on top of a busy work week. and all the other shit. it's a lot.

this got really side tracked.

the point is. SHE. mother does NOT cook often.

so when she does it - specifically for you, because you're sick - it just makes me feel a lot more sick. it's creepy. it's just a really really BAD feeling.

.... I'm still sick. not quite well. the weird - residual sick feeling. it's not going away. but whatever. im fine. i know how to take care of myself. i don't really like eating when I'm sick anyway. just warm drinks and crackers and toast.

mother has been away, staying at grandmas for many days. in fact, i think this whole of July - coz father had went and flown off on his 'trip'... that's a whole other story - the whole of July. she has only been back for like. a night or two at most. during the 1st week. and . today.

she literally came back, for like four hours? less? just to 'check in on me'.... coz she had texted something, some nagging thing or what, then to ask me to do an errand or something. and i told her i won't be doing it because i was unwell. that text was early in the afternoon. and later in the afternoon, evening. she came back. to check in on me..... i saw her. then took a nap. then some usual things. n i was resting mostly. i heard the front door. at around 9 or something at night.

when i came out around 10. my sister told me she had left to go back to grandmas. i texted her. she said she only came home to - check in on me.

and. that just - it just made me feel more sick.

it felt like such a burden. like. im confused. because. it's creepy.

because - so many things. so much abuse. all the thingsss... it just keeps on pointing out the glaring fact that she DOES NOT care. she does not care about us. she only cares about herself and her title of 'mother' and all that is owed to her because she had that title. she has repeatedly lorded that title over us. she has used her title as mother to abuse us. she has misused it. abused it. and it is very very difficult for me to wrap my mind around any small inch of a concept that she has ever cared.

so when she does this kind of things. to show that "she cares" - it feels like a bitch slap to my face and a humongous WHAT. THE .FUCK?!

and it makes me feel sick.

I'm already sick. and it just makes me feel. more sick.

yeah. that's it.

im gonna go rest now. bye.

#deep thoughts #rants #toxic mother #sick and tired

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