#lemon living that nap life

[peaches-creek]

When he walks through the door, you are cooking. Smells like something Italian but maybe not. He hears the bubbling of a pot and a searing of a pan. He crouches as he takes off his boots, caked in dirt and stinking of something foreign. He can’t greet you after a month like this, covered in grease and smelling of gunpowder and sweat. You heard him drop his duffle bag. He hears do drop the spoon you were using and the pitter-patter of your feet coming to greet him. Your smiling face turns the corner.

“You’re home.” You gently say as you walk over to him. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into your arms with his face in your neck. You pull his mask off and give a kiss to his temple.

“I smell.” He says.

“Everyone smells,” she quips, “lemme hold you for a minute.” He lets her do exactly that.

After a minute or so he tells her she needs to finish cooking, and that he needs to shower. They can have a meal together and then take a well deserved nap together.

While he’s in the shower he takes his time decompressing. Trying to become Simon after a month of being Lt. Ghost. He thinks of what you might be cooking instead of the mistake he made that almost costed Price his life. He uses your conditioner and gingerbread body wash, knowing that you wouldn’t mind. You never do. It shocks him, every time, when he thinks of how much you Love him. You know what he does, and you still call him your “cutie-patootie.”

By the time he’s out of the shower, dinner is on the table, warm and on his favorite blue plates. You made him lemon breaded chicken and garlic parmesan pasta, his second favorite dish, first being his mother’s meatloaf.

“You smell familiar.” You laugh.

“This smells great,” he states, “not as good as me though.”

You place a kiss on his lips.

“Okay now that you have kissed the chef, you may eat your meal.” You move to the other side of the table, sitting across from him.

“Catch me up, what did I miss?” He says.

You spend the next half an hour talking his ear off as he shovels food into his face. He prefers that, not only does he like hearing your voice but it also helps him settle in. Hearing all the things that you did around the house, putting up new pictures, the ones that you took when you guys went to see the Eiffel Tower. You also got a few new plants, and told him that you waited for him to get home so you could name them together. You also said how you started watching some new documentary that he had to see.

He spent his whole life moving from one place to another, barely living. Now he has you. You move him and he moves you. Once he was finished with his plate, you took it to the sink and placed it on top of the others, you can do those later, it’s time to put your man to bed. He deserves it.

“Okay now, let’s get you to bed.” You pull him up and drag him to your shared bed. It’s quite a funny thing to see, such a large man getting dragged through the halls just to be tucked into bed.

You reach your destination. You let go of his hand and pull the covers back. You settle yourself in first, waving your hand to tell him to come in. You then maneuver him to put his head on your chest.

“All settled in?” You ask. He nods his head. No words needed. He was exactly where he needed to be. You begin to rub his back as he slowly finds himself falling into a sweet sleep, courtesy of you.

#simon riley fluff #simon riley angst #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #cod x reader #cod mwii

[mymelodyhasanorexia]

Before You Binge

you're allowed to binge ... if you do all of these steps first

chug 1l of water

drink a cup of peppermint tea

and a cup of green tea

and a cup of hot lemon water

brush ur teeth

run up and down the stairs five times

do 20 jumping jacks

do 20 squats

do 20 prayer pulses

do 20 butt kicks

follow a lazy girl workout video

go for a 15-20 min walk

watch an episode of supersized vs superskinny, my 600lb life, freaky eaters, or a trisha paytas or nikocado avocado mukbang

put a face mask on

read a chapter of a book

read 5 more chapters of the book

finish the book

do duolingo lessons until you run out of hearts. then do practice lessons until you regain the hearts you lost

watch a disney movie

then watch a ghibli movie

watch an episode of that show you'd always meant to watch but never got around to

work on journalling, creative writing, or writing poetry

do some stretches

practice a hobby that keeps your hands busy, like knitting, gaming, or playing an instrument

paint your nails

watch a fashion show

watch media with a celebrity whose body you consider to be goals, like music videos/live performances for singers and movies/TV shows for actresses

watch interviews with aforementioned celebrities

start taking a free course on coursera.org, there are some you can complete in a couple of hours. or you can take a longer course and just do a lesson each time you feel the urge to binge

do a workout that's 40 mins or longer

shower for 20 mins with music

put lotion on your entire body

do the chores you've been ignoring

read an article about the effects of hunger on the body

drink another litre of water

and a pot of herbal tea

watch a documentary

watch a ted talk

you are probably tired after all this, so take a nap for half an hour or longer

if you still feel like binging, honestly, you earned it

#pro a4a #@n@ #@nor3xia #@na vent #a4a #@nor3×14 #pro ed #pro ana #@n0r3xia #@na tips #@na trigger #4norexi4 #ed not sheeran #ed diet #3d not sheeran

[sugarplumflowers]

mi feb 9, 2024 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆

hiii, my day has been super slow! I woke up feeling a little congested so I have been chugging lemon ginger tea w/ honey. I took a long nap and i'm working up the courage to study. I downloaded a cute widget on my phone called Mochi Pets where you have a little tamagotchi with a kitty inside that you take care of. It's so so adorable ! Besides studying I will probably go to the gym, and tbh just keep chugging liquids .

☾ a few affirmations

i always get good grades

I'm gonna have everything I prayed for

My life is abundant in all areas

I am living my dream life

#studyblr #studyspo #that girl #academic validation #girly stuff #just girly things #cinnamon girl #girl blogger #pink pilates princess #it girl

[morbsmagee]

Live Action One Piece Fanfiction

(None of these are mine please go check out the original creators!!!)

Multiple Characters ▽

🌊 OPLA Characters And Physical Touch

𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗌. ๑ 𝗼𝗽 𝗺𝗲𝗻 !

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

Straw Hat Crew Gangbang Headcanons

Love at First Sight

First Kiss

They find out your hands are rated E for Everyone

Single Parent(OPLA)

Calling Them By Their Full Name

Strawhats + reacting to reader cupping their face

Luffy ▽

SITTING PRETTY: LUFFY x Y/N ( Part one )

SPECIAL: LUFFY x Y/N ( Part Two )

Take you on to the world | Inaki Godoy

A Night to Remember | Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy X Reader: Love bites

Always serious about you

Luffy Finally realizes he Loves you!

Love at First Sight (Luffy x Reader)

Me gustas tú

Head Empty. Only You.

Zoro ▽

mise en rose.

TWO IS COMPANY, THREE IS A CROWD

"one more kiss?please?"

pretty in that ( Part One )

nobody but you ( Part Two )

Buoyant : a Roronoa Zoro x f!reader oneshot

After the Storm

speak teeth

intertwined ribbons

Chaos in Their Bones

how to disappear. (opla!zoro x fem!reader)

Sanji ▽

busgirl

★ SUPER SHY

hammock.

EASY PEASY, LEMON SQUEEZY

the Special | Sanji x reader

Effortlessly Sweet

Go Fish! (Part Zero) (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

Napping and Cooking (Part One)

Napping and Defending Friends (Part Two)

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 | 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 + 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙘

back of house.

Tasting the Sunrise

how do you fall in love / harder than a bullet could hit you

𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❛ opla! sanji + reader who takes naps on the regular ❜

Dancing in the rain

things I won't tell you

One piece headcanon

Sanji with a s/o with food sensory issues

“CREEP ALERT,” {v.s}

"Birthday Treat"

"Tease"

Imagine daydreaming about Sanji…

Imagine Sanji’s reaction when you cry after hearing his life story...

𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 (?)

Forbidden fruit

Nami ▽

Skinny Dipping

kitten

Usopp ▽

ONE BED? – Usopp x female reader

Koby ▽

Confession

OPLA! Koby with a Golden Retriever-esque! S/o

Shanks ▽

there's nothing left, nothing left for me to do / you're the one that I want (shanks x f!reader)

when i get back

𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒' 𝐆𝐅 — ♡

Mihawk ▽

mihawk

Buggy ▽

Gunpowder

Silly Jester

Incorrect quotes ▽

One

#opla fanfiction #opla #one piece #vinsmoke sanji #monkey d. luffy #cat burglar nami #one piece nami #nami #sanji #roronoa zoro #zoro #ussop one piece #ussop #shanks

[mechalily]

MOMENTS OF BREEZINESS | PART 1

(𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐) tags: fem!reader, fluff, slight OOC, usage of japanese terms, teenager Geto, no y/n usage. word count: 1,4k

(⭒✮⭒) synopsis: beautiful moments of your youth you'll cherish forever. after all those years, you still remember the day Geto's made a move on you

GETO SUGURU, JULY 2006

♫₊˚.🎧 ✧ now playing: Lemon Demon - Fine

that was a hot, boiling hot summer day. no matter how many years you've lived in Japan — july with all its humidity combined with high temperatures has never become more bearable for you nor for the locals. you wore a white cotton sundress, which was pretty opposite to your common dark purple jujutsu academy uniform. no loose hair, no fashionable boots, even no backpack: you put all the efforts into fighting the insufferable heat, yet it still wasn't enough. dripping sweat, you impatiently tapped your leg, enjoying the satisfating sound of a shoe platform knocking against the dry ground.

higher ups, being the insensitive jerks they were, sent you and your classmate Geto, who was considered a special grade unlike you, the second grade sorcerer, off to Enoshima island. due to packing up in 30 minutes before getting on a train and spending an hour on the entire way in the dead of night, you felt drained out and sore. fighting the curses wasn't very tough with Geto by your side yet you still were exhausted and the weather didn't help. currently it was 13:12 — the worst part of the day where sane people stay in the coolness of their homes or working places but you were a sorcerer, so no sagacity coming from you should be expected. after all, the "tough times bring opportunities" principle guided you throughout life and how could you lose an opportunity to have fun at Enoshima island?

although waiting for a bus for almost 40 minutes made you reconsider your decision. maybe you shouldn't risk getting a sunstroke and chill in the quitness off your hotel like Suguru instead? during sunrise, after you two have completed your mission, you suggested him to go with you, but Geto politely declined, saying that swallowing curses is incredibly energy-consuming so he would prefer to have a nap before heading back to Tokyo.

"well, your loss," you shrugged shoulders nonchalantly, to which he only chuckled. now you've realized Geto was the one to make a smart choice.

you were already stepping away from the bus stop, internally giving up on the beach, but sudden sound of a ring bell and squeak of wheels accompanying it grabbed your attention.

"this dress suits you a lot, ojou-chan," familiar soft-spoken voice immediately made you turn back. Geto Suguru himself was sitting on the saddle: he jauntily flipped his gorgeous, half-bun half-down hair, swang his leg over the seat and came up to you, dragging the bike along by its handlebar.

"Geto-kun!" you gasped. "didn't you stay at the hotel? and what's with ojou-chan?" him complimenting you like this was very flustering, since usually Suguru was the calm and even a bit aloof one in your class, unlike his best friend Gojo.

"i did. it's just that thoughts of you being at Enoshima's lively coast all alone overwhelmed me, so I decided to at least watch over if anything happens. and i have to get something for Satoru and Ieri too: can you imagine Satoru's whinings if I returned from oh so famous Enoshima island empty-handed? he would act insufferable," Geto started fanning himself with his shirt which indicated the heat getting at him too. for a second you peeked at his bare chiseled abs before he stopped with the billowing. "talking of ojou-chan... it's quite fitting for someone with looks as mesmerizing as yours," is it for real? is that the proper yet distant man you've always shared classroom with in Tokyo Jujutsu High or you are hallucinating because of the heat?

"oh, dear... it's really unlikely for you to, ugh-" you pondered whether you should just straight-forwardly call it "flirting" or mess around the bush for awhile, "to speak in such manner, if you know what i mean," due to sheepishness your voice was barely above a whisper yet Geto still heard it.

"hm? i have no clue about what are you talking about," Suguru blinked innocently, batting his awfully long eyelashes. 'of course he knows!' you thought to yourself, and his teasings (as additional source of heat) almost made steam go out of your ears.

"y-you!.. anyways, we are not going to the beach. i'm already overheated, and it won't get better unless i have some mugicha and well-deserved rest in my hotel room," sometimes stubborness is meaningless, and this is the exact moment when you should give up and change plans. "you can go alone if you are still interested but I'm heading back."

"i'm not interested in going anywhere without you," Geto simply stated. his casual behaviour didn't go with flirty speeches, and you hadn't have an idea on how to act around him from now on. you've always been on good terms with each other, yes, but your bonds were not that strong. it was Satoru who complemented Suguru like yin and yang and you spent most of the time with Shoko. "how about a nice joyride? me, you, Enoshima's scenery. it won't take long yet will make the heat go away," he tossed his hair once again and the bun fell over; before you could've reacted, Geto put hair tie in his mouth and started pulling his hair back to make a proper bun. you stared in awe, unable to take your eyes off him. the definition of "beauty", standing right in front of you, looked like a model. now you could understand Gojo's obsession with collecting Waka Inoue's DVD's where she walked around some pretty scenery wearing a bikini or a tiny dress. if Suguru was filmed like that, you would buy this DVD and rewatch the video daily.

"is there something on my face?" he raised an eyebrow and realization of your latest thoughts and actions hit you.

"u-ugh, no! nothing's there! i was just...uh...contemplating, yeah. contemplating it is," your awkward mumbling made the male smirk.

"contemplating me? wow, i feel so honored. though being watched under your rigorous gaze is somewhat awkward," nothing in Suguru's smug expression showed awkwardness. towering over you, blinding you with his eye-catching looks (which he was fully aware of and not oblivious as he pretended to be at Jujutsu High), Geto drowned you deeper in insanity caused by the heat. he wasn't Satoru so you couldn't smack him though you really wanted to.. "how about contemplating my suggestion, hm?"

"I'd like to accept it but there is one tiny obstacle.." fine, let it be! if he acts like a player and toys around, why can't you have a little game? "it's illegal to ride a bike with a passenger without actual second seat, and I can't see another bike with you. what a bad, bad guy you are, violating the law", you playfully chided at him.

"if I'm the bad guy, there must be a goodie two shoes to set me down, right?" he chuckled, but then gave you a cunning grin. "seems like it isn't that hot. i assume you can handle such heat effortlessly, isn't it? if so, i might just continue my bike-stroll. bye-bye-e-"

"hey, wait! no backsies, i'm going with you!", you interrupted Geto by grabbing his sleeve — he was already preparing to push off and ride away.

"so you ended up joining a criminal?" Suguru faked a disappointed look while you were making yourself comfortable on a back of his saddle.

"from now on, we are an outlaw couple," you nod seriously not without a cheeky streak to it.

"and how about being a couple in general?" the way he asked this so lightly had butterflies in your stomach awoken.

not wanting to give in into his antics, you replied in the same jiggish manner, like it was just some pleasantry-exchange and not the event which would make you circle today's date on the calendar with a postscript 'best day in my life!', "i'll consider it... after a nice trip, of course."

"then hold on tightly. we don't want you falling off and getting injured, so put your hands as if you are hugging me and don't want to let go," following Geto's instructions, you couldn't help but notice how intensively his heart was beating, almost hitting his ribs.

"as if? and what if i don't want to let you go for real?" you naughtily grinned, burying yourself in the nape of his back. you've never ever been that close. now you could smell his soap, light airy fragrance filling your nostrils with each inhale.

"oh dear. you are flattering me," vibrations from Suguru's chuckle made you feel all giddy and giggly. "do it like you mean it, then!" with those words Geto pushed off the ground and Enoshima's views quickly turned into fast-changing panorama, sea breeze clearing your lungs.

*ojou-chan — semi-formal way for an older people to address young women. depending on context, can be translated like "young lady" or "cute little girl" with a bit of indulgence (?)

* mugicha — roasted-grain-based infusion made from barley. has a toasty, bitter flavor.

#jjk x reader #jjk x you #fluff #geto suguru x reader #geto x you #geto x reader #suguru x reader #suguru x you #jjk fluff

[thesharktanksdriver]

Hey! Its me again! :D

I love the fact that Reader plays a ukulele to distract themselves away from their thoughts, it's wholesome oml.

*THE TOXIC GOSSIP TRAIN FLASH BLACK*

(ALSO Your post abt Zoro and reader is so funny and gives me the giggles- I love platonic one piece ITS SO UNDERRATED)

Anyways, I have a few random memes and incorrect quotes for your reader and the Determination! Series! Hope you'll like it! :)

———————

*this takes place after Zoro just joined Luffy's pirate crew and Reader is tagging along*

Luffy : Hey Zoro! I just have one question for you

Zoro : What is it Luffy? *His arms behind his head trying to nap*

Luffy : What color is an orange?

Zoro : Luffy you bonehead, the color is just the same as its name. Just like a lemon *he is proud of himself*

Reader : *questioning their decisions*

———————

Crewmate : You're smiling. What happened?

Young!Buggy : What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it?

Reader : Shanks tripped and fell down the stairs today. *Treating shanks broken nose*

Young!Shanks : *with a broken nose* >:( jerk (to Buggy)

: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

————————

* they're eating dinner*

Reader : Can you pass the salt?

Shanks : *throws Buggy across the table*

— 🛎️ Anon!

Hi!!!!!!

Never thought I’d be getting the honour incorrect quotes for my series from someone else : D

I shall also post some as well

Nami: Every time I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.

Luffy: Okay, but what is updog?

Sanji: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.

Ussop: No, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.

Y/n: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.

Zoro : Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.

Nami: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.

Ussop: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.

Zoro: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.

Luffy: What’s a henway??

Nami: Oh, about five pounds

===

*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’*

Y/n and Luffy: Thanks fam!

Ussop: Oh no.

Zoro: Sounds fake, but okay.

Sanji: *A flustered mess*

Nami : Can I get a refund?

===

Ussop: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life.

Zoro: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back...

Y/n: Oh wow, my childhood innocence and My will to live! I haven't seen these in years.

Sanji : I knew I lost that potential somewhere.

Nami: Mental stability, my old friend!

Ussop: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

===

Y/n: *dies*

Luffy: Timer starts now! When are they coming back? I say two months!

Zoro: Bullshit. One month.

Ussop: Nah, half a month.

Sanji , sobbing: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Y/N JUST DIED!

Nami, scratching chin in thought: One week.

(This one is wayyy to real lol)

===

*after the Squad has been separated for a few years*

Luffy: So what have you been up to recently?

Zoro: Leading a revolution with Sanji.

Luffy: Good for you two! Me, I've joined the mob.

Zorro: *nods* Oh, how cool! That's awesome!

Luffy: I know! Anyway, have you heard from the others? Y/n ?

Zoro: Happily living as a hermit in the woods. Ussop?

Luffy: Wrongfully locked up in an asylum, which reminds me, we need to break them out later. Nami?

Zoro: Cult leader.

Luffy: Yeah, that sounds about right.

#platonic #answers #determination! #🛎️ anon

[gudvina]

If you’re still taking requests, how about a one shot of Hayffie watching Katniss and Peeta’s kids for the day? I feel like we need more Hayffie fluff, and shenanigans can ensue of course :)

Soft life

Ship: Effie Trinket/Haymitch Abernathy

Fandom: Hunger Games

Genre: tooth-rotting fluff

Can be read on AO3!

It was still early afternoon when Haymitch woke up from his nap. He had fallen asleep on the couch of his living room, lulled by the gentle spring breeze that swirled in from the open window. He opened his eyes to meet a pair of grey orbs with a lemon-zest mane.

The girl was sitting on the floor with a colouring book and pastels in front of her, an amused smile on her face that strongly resembled her mother’s.

“Hi!” she quipped.

“Robin, what are you doing here?” he moved into a sitting position, groaning when he felt the twinge in his neck. It was a stupid question, anyway. He knew the answer already. The Mellark children had inherited from their parents the bad habit of invading his house, almost as if it was another part of their own. And it was mostly Effie’s fault; she never seemed to be able to say no.

“How silly you are! We came to keep you company, of course. Mommy and Daddy worry an awful looot about you and MaMaw being all alone.” the kid explained, agitating her hands in the air.

Robin was just shy of six and had taken almost completely after her father, preferring her colouring book to more adventurous activities. Everyone adored her, and many parents seemed to envy her sweet temperament.

Nothing could have prepared them for what was coming.

Just a few years prior, Robin started emulating Effie. With her thick District Twelve accent, she used words like “refined” and “preposterous”, developing a keen interest in fashion and intricate fabric designs. Surprisingly, Katniss and Peeta didn’t seem to mind having their own District Twelve diva, even going so far as indulging her wishes whenever it was possible.

“Can’t be too lonely, when it’s the two of us” he snorted, stretching just enough to shake away the tiredness.

The kid shrugged and resumed her activity, and from what he could see she was colouring an elaborate outfit. He deduced the book had been shipped from the Capitol; the trends were a lot more subdued now but still ridiculous to him.

He heard footsteps and looked up to see Effie, walking in with a little Arlow babbling in her arms. Two years old and rambunctious, the boy looked more like his mother than Katniss herself.

“Oh, Grandpapa woke up!” Effie cooed as she sat on the rocking chair, sitting Arlow on her lap. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and she was wearing a light flowery dress that seemed to be fitting to the current season. Haymitch’s eyes softened as he watched her talk to the boy, making funny baby sounds, and moving her hands to tickle him.

“Grandpapa wonders why we can’t have a nice evening to ourselves, too” he smirked.

“Haymitch, don’t say these things in front of our grandbabies!”

“Babies? That girl will soon manage a clothing line, sweetheart”. He winked at Robin who beamed at his words.

“That she will, that she will!” Effie acquiesced with a proud smile on her face.

“MaMaw, do you think a floral motive would go well with a tartan?”

“A floral and tartan dress? That’s revolutionary darling, I’d wear it!”

“You’d wear a potato sack if pretty enough” he teased, watching as Arlow slowly fell asleep with his head on Effie’s chest. Lucky boy indeed.

“Robin, don’t listen to him, he knows nothing of fashion”.

“Is that why it’s MaMaw who buys your clothes?”

“No, MaMaw buys my clothes because I’m lazy”.

“And because you have no fashion sense”.

“Thank God for that, you’d have a stroke if I was the one setting trends. What would be left for you?”

Her eyes were narrowed into two slits, and he felt an otherworldly urge to kiss her pout away. He would have, sans Arlow and Robin. She seemed to have read his mind and her lips stretched into a smile, one of those only reserved for him.

He would have never thought this could be his life, and he certainly knew she would say the same. Sometimes it still seemed too good to be true. But they had lived together for years, now, and shared a bed every night without fail. Even when their demons screamed. Especially then.

Twelve had been good to them, even to Effie, despite all expectations. At first, it hadn’t been easy. She’d had to adapt to Twelve’s sensibilities and feel comfortable without her wigs and makeup to shield her from the world. And she still never went out without a scarf covering her hair, he and the children were the only ones allowed to see her real hair, the only ones she could be her true self with.

Not everyone had welcomed her with open arms when she’d come, but slowly that worked itself out as well.

If he’d been told this would be his life, a life where he was free, where he and Effie could simply be without problems, he would have probably laughed. Maybe even mocked. It would have been the response of a man who had no hope, it would have been fitting.

Things changed, he mused. Their life now was walks in the meadow, trips to the Hob where they’d bicker about what to buy or not, swims at the lake during warm summer days, and dozing off under the shade of a tree. It was feeding the geese, helping Peeta at the bakery, or accompanying Katniss on her hunting trips.

They had the children, and now Robin and Arlow too. It was a soft life. It was good.

#hayffie #haymitch x effie #haymitch abernathy #effie trinket #the hunger games #thg series #thg fanfiction

[come-down-that-tree]

Prologue Previous

Come Down That Tree! (An aftermare story)

Chapter 17:Ridire ann an armachd nach eil cho soilleir…

Geno woke up from his nap still drowsy. Did he sleep too long? He ate so much lemon bread it was indecent…

He stretched slowly, eye still closed, letting his senses awaken at their own time. There was no rushing a drowsy awakening after all.

The evening sun welcomed him once he finally decided to brave the light.

Ah.

So he did sleep for a while.

A bird landed right next to him, it was blue and white and puffy. It pecked at the ground for a moment, erratic movements carrying the automatic task.

The monster sighed but didn’t move, watching the small thing hop around. Was the life of a bird nice? Not wondering about what you needed to do, only worrying about your next meal and building a place to sleep warm.

The bird thrilled, picked a thin wood stick and flew away.

It rapidly became a tiny speck in the sky, almost indistinguishable from the thing. 

It bore just the right hues to blend in while flying.

Sighing once again, he started on a new task.

Standing up without slipping from tired bones.

One hand came to the ground and pushed, the other followed the bark’s lines while going up. 

He wobbled a bit for a second before adjusting and stretched slowly.

He felt old.

Was he? 

Did the time resetting not spare his soul from the true ache of living? 

Who knew?

Not him.

Now, it was time to assess the situation a bit more.

It was evening. He lifted two fingers towards the sun.

Not that late yet.

Geno turned his head right and left, listening to his surroundings. 

No twins in sight.

He could hear something however.

It danced, light as a feather in the air. 

Music. 

His eye focused on the not-so-distant village at the bottom of the hill. It was coming from downtown.

If he focused more, he could perceive some laughter and shouts and various lights bouncing around.

Something joyful was happening downtown.

Were the guardians down there?

It was unusual for them both to leave simultaneously but it happened a few times. 

Should he go see if they were downtown?

He scolded at the idea, Geno did not want to approach the villagers at a pole distance.

Leaning against the tree, he pondered while observing the fruits above.

He didn’t know when they left so he couldn’t tell if that was alarming yet.

He will wait for now.

Waiting felt second nature to him at this point and just watching and walking around was already pretty entertaining. 

He started studying the bark, counting the nooks and the roots peeking from the ground in places.

For the first time (and wasn’t that shocking it was the first time?), he circled around the tree to look at the back.

He glanced at a bag stuck under an overarching root. That must be their reserve. 

His fingers ran along the imperfections of the massive plant until a bit higher, just above his head, and stopped at a fully collapsed area, forming a deep hole that seemed to go almost all the way through the tree.

It looked almost painful, like something tore it open and it never fully healed.

He noted how it was decorated in so many dried flowers. Flowers that made a pitiful sight, all shrunken and lacking the vivid colors they must have borne once. 

The skeleton brushed a petal that disintegrated under the touch. That hole must have been fully hidden by the colors at one point. Did the twins do that?

He bounced a few times on his feet, thinking, before putting that information in a corner for later.

He went back to the front and stared at the village. If they were there, what could they be doing? Was it a celebration? Distantly, he thought back about gyftmas days in the underground. 

The monster had enjoyed the event in the past. The warm smiles and the thoughtful exchanges.

Was whatever going down there as welcoming as the festive days he had grown used to?

Geno shook his head. He needed to remember there were many humans there and none had proven they deserved his sympathy.

A little voice rang through his skull.

“You believed in Frisk enough to send him back and let them stay with your family. You believed in the surface people enough to let them bond with your people.”

He had too, there were no other options left.

“Is that the truth? Or is that a lie you’re telling yourself?”

Who cared? It wasn’t like he could do anything more now. All he had left was hope.

“What a feeble t-”

He squashed down the voice by focusing back on the missing guardians; they were incredibly bad at their job if they just decided to leave their treasure alone with him for such a long time. 

…Did they trust him that much?

He turned towards the magical fruits, raising his arm to almost touch a rotten looking black apple. It was the ugliest one he could see. 

And reach.

If he wanted to.

He backed away with a step. Betraying their trust like that was unimaginable.

Geno played with his scarf until it fitted proper and snug around his neck. 

Looking at the sky once last time, he concluded it had been far too long and let his feet carry him down his safe spot.

Next destination: the village.

To say the experience was unpleasant would be an understatement. The place was bonded and loud. 

People kept bumping into him.

Seeing so many monsters having fun with humans, seemingly treating each other equally, was incredibly jarring to say the least

Was it like that now in his former world too?

Geno kept his elbows close to his chest, his hands clutching his scarf to avoid making a mistake he would -perhaps- regret next time a running human appeared in his field of view. 

He had frozen for a moment looking at a group of children the size of his human playing with wooden swords. A small pig girl (that stirred a bit at his memories, didn’t he meet her somewhere?) had gotten accidentally hit by the weapon and was now crying on the ground, a blond boy giggling at her distress. 

But before his shaking hands could react, an adult came running, picked the little one up, shushing her softly and asked the boy to apologize. 

The situation now defused, he had willed his legs to carry him farther, not missing a wary glance the parent had thrown his way as he had turned away, shaky.

The monster was not going to last long here. He had to find the twins.

Picking at the different textures on the walls, stands and flowers along the way, he mused about asking around before simply deciding to keep walking until he found them. 

A highly inefficient method, he knew that, but he couldn’t stomach more.

The sky was darkening and the crowd was slowly starting to thin out to his relief. A young jay monster was fretting over the flowers, picking some up and down, grumbling at the damaged ones and marveling at the ones still holding their own. The youngest children were resting in their parents arms nodding off peacefully and the older were enjoying the space by zooming around one last time. An old couple of monsters was waltzing beautifully alone on the grand place, circling peacefully around a white stone fountain while the mismatched orchestra made its last round.

Geno huffed and released his arms, soaking in the softer ambiance. 

That was way better.

And he shouldn’t be able to miss the tell-tale colors of his missing friends now.

A very specific hue caught his attention before disappearing in an alleyway.

There!

He jogged in this direction, dodging obstacles as they came.

Reaching the alley, he followed its path to more and more windling down streets until he stopped, lost.

Pushing his back against a wall, he muttered about his unending bad luck.

“Where could he have gone? I don’t know the way around here…”

Resigning himself he was probably going to look for a while, he started to walk again at a more leisure pace.

He should arrive somewhere following those dirty slabs, he thought.

And he could watch around in the meantime.

He wasn’t even fully sure he saw that golden glint right.

Notes of music still reached him as he trudged farther and farther into that cold maze of stones, broken only by lone doors and closed narrow windows. 

That last song was stretching long. The musicians must have wanted to offer more time to the dashling elderly dancers.

A snickering laughter stopped his musings and made him swerve left at an intersection. He might as well check that.

Figuring the source was right behind the next wall, he cautiously peeked around the corner.

His sliver of soul stilled in his chest.

Nightmare was there, eyes squeezed shut, held up by a tall ursid monster covered in ivy to the mercy of a bloody-nosed human and a raggedy looking purple lagomorph monster.

The three looked young, not fully peeking out of their childhood yet.

But they also seemed ready to hit Nightmare with all they could.

So, Geno didn’t hesitate.

A bone erupted from the wall right next to them.

The shock made the three quiet, not budging at all.

He ignored the teenagers looking at him confused and watched Nightmare’s face scrunching up in confusion before the still-captive tentatively opened his eyes. His exhausted-looking eyes locked into his own and a moment of recognition made some of the tension melt from the other’s body.

Geno whistled to get the group’s attention back and summoned a sharp determination-dripping bone to twirl between his fingers.

“So are you guys gonna scram or do I have to start using these bad boys?”

And just like that, the three left in a hurry, throwing the purple lad in his direction, who he caught easily.

“Scaredy cats, I swear…”

The monster took stock of the other’s injuries: a few scrapes, some torn clothes… Nothing worrying, he concluded.

He picked Nightmare up in his arms.

“Up you go!”

The still dazed skeleton glared at him and weakly pushed his face away.

“Sorry bud, but you’re still shaking and I’d prefer to leave as quickly as possible. I kinda…uh…pierced that wall ya’ know?”

And just like that, they went back to the tree.

Geno carrying Nightmare in silence, Nightmare pointing directions to avoid the main streets.

And just like that, they went back home together.

End of chapter 17! Go to chapter 18?

@dragon-tamer-1 @shinechermont

Geno!Sans belongs to @/loverofpiggies Nightmare, Dream and dreamtale belong to @/jokublog

#Come Down That Tree! #chapter 17 #aftermare #I couldn't let you on a cliffhanger for too long uh #are you proud of the boy? He was very brave and didn't murder anyone ^^ #have a bridal carry because why not #wo already there? Next chapter is a special one #have a nice day :D #I wrote most of that thing this morning then posted right away woop

[alizera62quartz]

Imaginary Tales

Three Imaginary folks Clove, Beauty, and the Jester were created and brought to life by a lonely Old retired Magician from his children's kid's drawings when they were young. Not long before he passed on, the Old Magician told them to keep the magic and legacy alive while also guard his House. Now the three of them are live together in one roof and try to keep they're creator's house clean, safe and protected.

"Clover(or Clove) the Giant Green Elf"

A big, sweet, friendy Giant Green Elf who likes to give a helping hand, play with Wolves, Gardening, and quite a BIG hugger.~ And as long as he has his friends, he will NEVER be ALONE...EVER.

Likes:

Dogs and Wolves, Deers, Honey, Flowers, Lemon Tea, Hugs

Dislikes: Jerks, being Bored, Forest Fires, being ALONE...

"Beauty the Witch"

A sweet pretty Magical Witch who likes to Bake, play with Cats, Cleaning, and Magic Tricks. ~ Just DON'T make her Angry or she'll turn you into a Black Cat.

Likes:

Magic, Cats, Dresses, Baking, Flowers

Dislikes: being ignored, Messy Hair, Bugs

"the Blue Jester"

A blue goofy Jester Clown who likes to laugh, play, tell jokes, and have fun. ~ There's just one thing, follow his Rules or .... he'll get REALLY MAD....

Likes:

Cat, Puns, Knitting, Cookies, Naps

Dislikes: RuleBreakers, being Bored

#alizera62 #my artwork #my ocs #witch #elf #jester #imaginary tales #clove the elf #beauty the witch #the blue jester #yandere #imaginary friends #fantasy

[cookierunauprompts]

yo, it’s the thing I promised I’d write! I enjoyed what you wrote for golden butter, so here’s arcane egg suffering. (Note I copied this from the original post I wrote it on hope theirs no spelling errors) have a good day!

If you’ve lurked on my blog you’ve seen I’ve created my very own ancient “beast” cookie, who I’ve dubbed as arcane egg. You’ll also know although unspecific that they have very poor mental health at the moment, this little drabble / explanation will explore one of if not her darkest moment. That being said…

Warnings: suicide ideation, general dark thoughts, and almost committing suicide / letting yourself get killed (if you don’t want to read such things skip to the end to the tldr, take care of yourself)

Now this takes place during the dark flour, at this time arcane egg has taken on the persona of a cookie mage named “lemon curd” cookie. They were probably fighting within or close to the hollyberry kingdom, a large group of dark cake monsters had just began attacking and it was chaos. Lemon curd was doing the best they could to minimize the damages and loss of life, they were so focused in fact they didn’t see the magical blast heading their way.

It was a blinding cold that they felt first, like one of the times a frost potion blew up in their face. Second thing they felt was being launched threw the air by the force, and than thirdly skidding across the harsh ground… It was so cold, they were so cold. They could see their chilled breath and couldn’t feel their limbs to well.

The only thing keeping them from thinking they instantly kicked it were the sounds of war and battle. They could see arks of magic and sparks traveling through the air, and the sound of metal against metal… the smell of jam was there as well. But… it all felt so far away.

As they layed  there they could notice how tired they were, how their limbs ached and how their mind yearned for rest. Proper rest. The cold was making them so sleepy… so cozy… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad… if they just, fell asleep. It was enticing, to simply stop. To stop all of this… to never wake again.

…it scared them how inviting death was, how it felt so cozy, or how it felt like a credible option. As they pondered and almost slipped out of consciousness they saw a faint glint. It was the necklace they always carried with them…. The ones their friends gave them. 5 gems on a circular pendant, each one a different color corresponding to their beloved friends. Their

family.

What… what would they think of them now? They surely wouldn’t care, right? They were sealed away for becoming heartless beings, why would they care for them. But for a moment she did let themselves wonder… surely burning spice would say

“Hey! Don’t give up now! We got a fight to win”

Or maybe eternal sugar “ why now dearie this isn’t the time for a nap, you need to get up. I promise you some r and r afterwards. Alright?”

Or mystic flour “ cmon now, I see the path to victory. We’ll be blessed and live this day that I promise”

Or silent salt, no words exchanged but they would help you to your feet, keep you steady

… or how shadow milk cookie might lightly tease you “ hey now! No need to get all scrambled now is there ! I’d rather you do that to the enemy! I’d be funnier “He’s always make you smile…

You don’t know why or how you got the energy or willpower, but you get up. And help win the fight, quite viciously at that. After the battle you’re praised as a hero for saving so many lives … but you don’t feel like one. But you continue on anyways, like always.

After the fight dear lemon curd cookie continues to fight in the ear until it’s over, and they continue on not really taking the time to process her feelings. Or really addressing them at all no matter how unhealthy that is.

TLDR: arcane egg cookie who at the time was lemon curd cookie, got struck by a powerful ice blast during the dark flour war. After they were hit they seriously considered letting themselves die since life at that point was all too tiresome. It was only after seeing a necklace made by her friends, the five beasts. that for a reason they don’t know why got back up and finished the fight. Afterwards they never really thought about those feelings even though that dread and sadness continued to persist.

But they will be forced to face these feelings eventually, wether they want to or not… yeah they need therapy. 

Anyways I hope you enjoyed!

Arcane egg... /pos

#not a prompt #this is so well written??? i really enjoyed it!!/pos

[azure-buttercups]

arcane egg cookie: darkest moment

(@cookierunauprompts, hey it’s the thing I promised I’d write. Hope you enjoy)

If you’ve lurked on my blog you’ve seen I’ve created my very own ancient “beast” cookie, who I’ve dubbed as arcane egg. You’ll also know although unspecific that they have very poor mental health at the moment, this little drabble / explanation will explore one of if not her darkest moment. That being said…

Warnings: suicide ideation, general dark thoughts, and almost committing suicide / letting yourself get killed (if you don’t want to read such things skip to the end to the tldr, take care of yourself)

Now this takes place during the dark flour, at this time arcane egg has taken on the persona of a cookie mage named “lemon curd” cookie. They were probably fighting within or close to the hollyberry kingdom, a large group of dark cake monsters had just began attacking and it was chaos. Lemon curd was doing the best they could to minimize the damages and loss of life, they were so focused in fact they didn’t see the magical blast heading their way.

It was a blinding cold that they felt first, like one of the times a frost potion blew up in their face. Second thing they felt was being launched threw the air by the force, and than thirdly skidding across the harsh ground… It was so cold, they were so cold. They could see their chilled breath and couldn’t feel their limbs to well.

The only thing keeping them from thinking they instantly kicked it were the sounds of war and battle. They could see arks of magic and sparks traveling through the air, and the sound of metal against metal… the smell of jam was there as well. But… it all felt so far away.

As they layed  there they could notice how tired they were, how their limbs ached and how their mind yearned for rest. Proper rest. The cold was making them so sleepy… so cozy… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad… if they just, fell asleep. It was enticing, to simply stop. To stop all of this… to never wake again.

…it scared them how inviting death was, how it felt so cozy, or how it felt like a credible option. As they pondered and almost slipped out of consciousness they saw a faint glint. It was the necklace they always carried with them…. The ones their friends gave them. 5 gems on a circular pendant, each one a different color corresponding to their beloved friends. Their

family.

What… what would they think of them now? They surely wouldn’t care, right? They were sealed away for becoming heartless beings, why would they care for them. But for a moment she did let themselves wonder… surely burning spice would say

“Hey! Don’t give up now! We got a fight to win”

Or maybe eternal sugar “ why now dearie this isn’t the time for a nap, you need to get up. I promise you some r and r afterwards. Alright?”

Or mystic flour “ cmon now, I see the path to victory. We’ll be blessed and live this day that I promise”

Or silent salt, no words exchanged but they would help you to your feet, keep you steady

… or how shadow milk cookie might lightly tease you “ hey now! No need to get all scrambled now is there ! I’d rather you do that to the enemy! I’d be funnier “He’s always make you smile…

You don’t know why or how you got the energy or willpower, but you get up. And help win the fight, quite viciously at that. After the battle you’re praised as a hero for saving so many lives … but you don’t feel like one. But you continue on anyways, like always.

After the fight dear lemon curd cookie continues to fight in the ear until it’s over, and they continue on not really taking the time to process her feelings. Or really addressing them at all no matter how unhealthy that is.

TLDR: arcane egg cookie who at the time was lemon curd cookie, got struck by a powerful ice blast during the dark flour war. After they were hit they seriously considered letting themselves die since life at that point was all too tiresome. It was only after seeing a necklace made by her friends, the five beasts. that for a reason they don’t know why got back up and finished the fight. Afterwards they never really thought about those feelings even though that dread and sadness continued to persist.

But they will be forced to face these feelings eventually, wether they want to or not… yeah they need therapy. 

Anyways I hope you enjoyed!

#cookie run kingdom #crk oc #crk #silent salt cookie #mystic flour cookie #burning spice cookie #eternal sugar cookie #shadow milk cookie #oc writing

[blank-house]

Ngl I went into the game cuz of Jamie but Elio won me over.

Any fun facts you can share about the boys without spoiler? You can throw in the other casts as well.

Hell yeah! Score one for our sunshine boy! (Sorry Jamie)

But fun facts, sure, I can share some. These series of facts is brought to you by some of the writing team at ass o'clock (by that I mean 3AM)

Percy memorized up to the 20th digit of pi because he thought it'd make him seem cool. It didn't, not really.

Jamie can shoot liquid through his teeth like a fountain. But he'd rather die than tell anyone other than Percy and Elio.

Elio has been in fist fights before. The first case was when he was 10 and it was to defend Santa's honor. His mom and dad had been laughing when they broke the news to him. He was also suspended for that ^^,

Elio also has tattoos of constellations/celestial figures that are related to his siblings! (He also technically has one for Percy but there's a layer of reasons for it)

Cameron's competitively ranked in yu-gi-oh. It was, in fact, not just a phase. They're considered a bit of a legend in some cities.

Reynah's a former beauty pageant queen! Her parents put her up to it when she was young but she ended up really enjoying it.

Deja gambles between her family members. They got betting pools for a lot of things including who'll have the highest GPA between her and older her brother. So far, she's winning but by a literal 0.001 point.

Deja's also ordained! She can officiate a wedding if needed, and actually some alumni looking to get married on campus have been officiated by her.

Elio accidentally shaved off his eyebrow when he was doing his usual slit. It's Percy and Jamie's fault though for bursting into the bathroom.

Jamie and Percy routinely nap together. It's their thing. If not in their living room then Jamie's room-- mostly because Percy invites himself in.

Elio gave Percy a set of rings for his birthday once. Since then, Percy has never taken them off and most likely never will.

Jamie bakes lemon bites for Elio because he knows it's his favorite. He'll have them ready after a particularly difficult gym day or they're packed up for an away dance competition. Elio always scarfs it down.

Cameron helps Deja dye her hair. They also help braid in new strands when she wants to change things up. In return, Deja paints their nails!

Reynah and Deja once made someone on the school board cry. They may only be a part of a student organization, but they don't mess around with student rights.

Cameron and Reynah usually don't meet without Deja around but when they do they stop everything they're doing and go for coffee together. They do it to be better friends and it became something of a life catch up. They also pay in rotation when this happens and are good at keeping track. Last time, Reynah paid so Cameron's tucked some money away for the next opportunity.

#keyframes vn #keyframes asks #elio #percy #jamie #cameron #deja #reynah

[m-a-w-a]

So, after the coup, the minor family must have been in total disarray, with most of the lieutenants either dead or detained by the main family and other gangs making power grab on the minor family territory; the men left know they only have two choices at this point: surrender to the main family and accept their puppet as new leader or turn traitor and join another gang...

In other words, the minor family compound turns into a war zone and Macau knows he cannot trust anyone. His hia is in a coma, he doesn't know if he's ever going to wake up, his papa is dead, he has no one left, cannot turn to anyone, and he's not about to trust his cousins who have never cared for him (or outright bullied him his whole life).

Then there's p'Pete. P'Pete who tells him he's on his brother's side now, that he left the main family, that he'll take care of Macau until Vegas is awake and well again... and Macau, well, he doesn't trust p'Pete per se - he used to be Thankhun's goon! - but maybe he can at least trust that p'Pete won't harm him; and when he's expecting all the people he grew up with to stab him in the back at the first sign of weakness, that's already a lot.

After all, p'Pete always got his back in the past, he always refused to harm or annoy Macau every time Khun tried to make him do it - he got punished because he refused to follow order, because he protected Macau - even hia has a soft spot for him (even if he won't ever admit it) so maybe in this situation, Macau can accept p'Pete's help.

So he decides to tell p'Pete about the safe-house only he, his papa, his hia and their most loyal men know about, the one that's off-the-books, where no one will find them, not their enemy, not the family. p'Pete is strangely resistant to the idea at first, but then someone slips Macau poison in his food and there's an accident at the hospital; no one tells Macau what happens exactly, but p'Pete comes back with blood on his shirt one day and tells Macau to pack his bag and his brother is moved to a private clinic that doesn't belong to the main family.

They move into the safe-house. It's just the two of them and it's a little bit awkward at times, but they make it work. p'Pete drives him to school every day and then they go see hia in the hospital together and they eat lots of takeaway because p'Pete is a menace in the kitchen and Macau has no idea how to cook even rice.

(He doesn't say anything about p'Pete removing all the chains and whips and kinky stuff his brother likes from the safe-house before they move in; he thinks it's pretty funny p'Pete thinks Macau doesn't know what Vegas is into. It's even funnier after he realises how enamoured hia is with p'Pete and he has no idea when it happened, but that must mean p'Pete is just as kinky or he wouldn't have stood a chance.)

He doesn't know why hia looks like he swallowed a lemon whole when Macau tells him he and p'Pete are living in the safe-house and do the commute every day; p'Pete juste shakes his head and says 'I moved into the other room', like that's supposed to mean anything.

p'Pete and hia dance around each other for a while but one day, Macau wakes up from his nap and they are kissing. He gives them shit about it, of course, but as he joins them on the bed he realises, maybe, that's what having a family is supposed to feel like.

#kinnporche the series #macau theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #pete & macau #post-canon #everybody has a soft spot for pete #it's the family you choose #also pete can never escape the safe-house at this point

[lromanus]

Careful of what I carry in my head and in my hollow,

I’ve been a long time worried about grasping infinity

and coaxing some calm out of the softest part

of the pins and needles of me. I’d like to take a nap.

But not a nap that’s eternal, a nap where you wake up

having dreamt of falling, but you’ve only fallen into

an ease so unknown to you it looks like a new country.

Let me slip into a life less messy. Let me slip into your sleeve.

Be very brave about my trespass, the plan is simple —

the plan is the clock tower and the lost crow. It’ll be rich.

We’ll live forever. Every moon will be a moon of surrender

and lemon seeds. You there, standing up in the crowd,

I’m not proud. The stove can’t boast of the meal.

All this to say — consider this, with your combination of firefly

and train whistle, consider this, with your maze and steel,

I want to be the rough clothes you can’t sleep in.

–Ada Limón, excerpt from The Noisiness of Sleep in Bright Dead Things, Milkweed Editions

Rough Ideas

[ptseti]

MEDICAL NUMBERS IN THE LIFE OF EVERY HUMAN BEING*

Blood pressure: 120 / 80

Pulse: 70 - 100

Temperature: 36.8 - 37

Respiration: 12-16

Hemoglobin: Males (13.50-18) Females ( 11.50 - 16 )

Cholesterol: 130 - 200

Potassium: 3.50 - 5

Sodium: 135 - 145

Triglycerides: 220

The amount of blood in the body: Pcv 30-40%

Sugar: for Children (70-130) Adults: 70 - 115

Iron: 8-15 mg

White blood cells: 4000 - 11000

Platelets: 150,000 - 400,000

Red blood cells: 4.50 - 6 million..

Calcium: 8.6 - 10.3 mg/dL

Vitamin D3: 20 - 50 ng/ml (nanograms per milliliter)

Vitamin B12: 200 - 900 pg/ml Tips for those who have reached Over: the 40years the 50 the 60 First tip: Always drink water even if you don't feel thirsty or need it… the biggest health problems and most of them are from the lack of water in the body. 2 litres Minimum per day (24 hours)

Second tip: Play sports even when you are at the top of your preoccupation…the body must be moved, even if only by walking…or swimming…or any kind of sports. 🚶 Walking is Good for a Start… 👌

Third Tip: Reduce food…

Leave excessive food cravings… because it never brings good. Don't deprive yourself, but reduce the quantities. Use more Of Protein, Carbohydrates based Foods.

Fourth tip As much as possible, do not use the Car unless absolutely necessary… Try to reach on your Feet for what you want ( grocery, visiting someone…) or any goal. Climb Stairs, than use Elevator, Escalator

Fifth tip let go of ANGER… let go of Anger… let go of anger… Let go of Worry…. try to overlook things…

Do not involve yourself in situations of Disturbance… they all diminish health and take away the splendor of the soul. Choose a babysitter you feel comfortable with. Talk to People who are Positive and Listen 👂

Sixth tip As it is said..leave your Money in the Sun.. and sit in the Shade.. don't limit yourself and those around you… money was made to live By it, not to live For it.

Seventh tip Don't make yourself feel Sorry for anyone, nor on something you could not Achieve, Nor anything that you could not Own. Ignore it, Forget it;

Eighth tip Humility.. then humility.. for Money, Prestige, Power and Influence… they are all things that are corrupted by Arrogance and arrogance.. Humility is what brings people Closer to you with Love. ☺

Ninth tip If your hair turns Grey, this does not mean the End of Life. It is proof that a Better life has Begun. 🙋 Be Optimistic, live with Remembrance, Travel, Enjoy yourself. Make Memories!

It may help someone when you share it

HEALTH HINTS FOR MY ELDERS

However busy you are, observe all these to remain healthy: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Drink less milk in your tea. Instead, add lemon or lime juice.In the day time, drink more water; but night time, drink less.

In the day don't drink more than 2 cups of coffee, Advisable To Stop Completely too.Eat less oily foods.

Best sleeping times are between 10pm to 6am.In the evening, eat little or nothing after 5 or 6pm. ~~~~~ Don't take medicines with cold water but with warm, and take your medicines half an hour before going to bed. Never take medicines and lie down immediately.

As you aged further , stop drinking chilled water but drink only water at room temperature Try to sleep for at least 8 hours per day.

Having a nap for an hour and a half between noon and 3pm, to relieve stress and keep younger and not age easily.Once your mobile phone battery is left with only one bar, don't make calls anymore, because the dangerous radiation and waves are one many times higher than a fully charged battery.

Use your left ear to answer calls, right ear will directly hurt your brain. 😳 Better still to use earphones to answer calls.Two things to check as often as you can: (1) Your blood pressure (2) Your blood sugar.

Six things to reduce to the minimum on your foods: (1) Salt (2) Sugar (3) Preserved meat and foods (4) Red meat especially roasted (5) Dairy products (6) Starchy productsFour things to increase in your foods: (1) Greens/vegetables (2) Beans (3) Fruits (4) Nuts

Three things you need to forget: (1) Your age 😮 (2) Your past 🤔 (3) Your worries/grievances 👍🏽Four things you must have, no matter how weak or how strong you are: (1) Friends who truly love you (2) Caring family (3) Positive thoughts (4) A warm home.

Seven things you need to do to stay healthy: (1) Singing (2) Dancing (3) Fasting (4) Smiling/laughing (5) Trek/exercise (6) Have sex often with your love (7) Reduce your weight. Six things you don't have to do: (1) Don't wait till you are hungry to eat (2) Don't wait till you are thirsty to drink (3) Don't wait till you are sleepy to sleep (4) Don't wait till you feel tired to rest (5) Don't wait till you get sick to go for medical check-ups otherwise you will only regret later in life (6) Don’t wait till you have problem before you pray to your God.

One thing you must do after reading these health tips:

(1) Forward this to your loved ones and friends, and as you do so, may God bless U.

While go about your normal business please let's remember to always check our body to know how fit you are. Health is wealth.

MEDICAL FITNES HIGH BP ----------

120/80 -- Normal 130/85 --Normal (Control) 140/90 -- High

150/95 -- V.High

PULSE --------

72 per minute (standard) 60 --- 80 p.m. (Normal)

40 -- 180 p.m.(abnormal)

TEMPERATURE -----------------

98.4 F (Normal) 99.0 F Above (Fever)

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Heart Attacks- Drinking Warm Water:

This is a very good article. Not only about the warm water after your meal, but about Heart Attack's. The Chinese and Japanese drink hot tea with their meals, not cold water, maybe it is time we adopt their drinking habit while eating. For those who like to drink cold water, this article is applicable to you. It is very Harmful to have Cold Drink/Water during a meal. Because, the cold water will solidify the oily stuff that you have just consumed. It will slow down the digestion. Once this 'sludge' reacts with the acid, it will break down and be absorbed by the intestine faster than the solid food. It will line the intestine. Very soon, this will turn into fats and lead to cancer. It is best to drink hot soup or warm water after a meal.

French fries and Burgers are the biggest enemy of heart health. A coke after that gives more power to this demon. Avoid them for your Heart's & Health.

Drink one glass of warm water just when you are about to go to bed to avoid clotting of the blood at night to avoid heart attacks or strokes.

A cardiologist says if everyone who reads this message sends it to 10 people, you can be sure that we'll save at least one life. …

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