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[thetriumphantpanda]

two is better than one | joel & tommy miller

Summary | Frustrated that whatever you're trying to do still isn't working, you decide to give it one more try with Joel before cooling off for a while. Tommy is back to keep an eye on the both of you this time, but what happens when he starts to feel a little left out, watching his brother bring his girl over the edge more times than he cares to count?

Warnings | I swear I always start this the same way so here we go: Tommy getting cucked but also getting involved this time 👀, Joel being a fucking menace, dirty talk, oral sex (F&M receiving), face sitting, breeding kink, unprotected PiV sex, talk of infertility, no use of Y/N

Word Count | 3.8k

Authors Note | Whew. When I tell you this little threesome has been rotting my brain, I'm not lying. This is the only thing I can focus on, hence them being updated so fast! I just wanted to say a huge thank you to you all for the continued love you're giving this series - it honestly blows my mind every time that it's something you guys enjoy, that my writing reaches so many people and that they lap that shit up. I'm so grateful to everyone who has taken the time to comment, send me asks, reblogs and those who have slid into my DMs with all the love. I see you, I hear you, and I love you all - thank you. I hope you enjoy this next part just as much as the rest - it's a doozy. You know the drill, if you did like it, please consider reblogging, commenting or sending the love to my ask box, it's what keeps me going. And if you'd like to leave me a tip (of course no pressure!), then here's my Ko-Fi.

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Another month and another fucking negative pregnancy test. You knew it was irrational, but you were starting to think that maybe you were also part of the problem now. You’d been doing everything right, following all the advice in the books you’d bought almost a year ago when Tommy and you had first started trying for a baby. You’d been exercising, eating as healthily as possible, tried to keep yourself a stress-free as possible. You’d been keeping a close eye on your cycle and still, nothing to show for it. 

When you clambered down the stairs, test in hand and flung it in Tommy’s direction, he already knew. He could see the heavy set of your shoulders, the quiet sniffling of you trying to hide the fact you were crying. Tommy had settled you on the couch, covered you in a blanket and made you some tea. Then he’d made your favourite meal for dinner, even driven to the store and picked up Diet Coke, emptied a can into a glass filled with ice and lime juice like you loved, but none of it really helped to soothe how upset you were. 

The TV was on low, and he had your head in his lap, slowly stroking the strands of your hair as you tried to calm yourself down. Remind yourself that even the most fertile of couples needed to try for months sometimes before they had their first baby. It was stupid to think you’d be any different. 

“You’re thinkin’ way too loud, sugar.” Tommy muses, letting his hand run up and down your arm instead. 

“Sorry,” You mumble, “Just thought it would be easier.” 

“I know,” He coos, “We can take a break for a while, if you want.” 

You turn so you’re led on your back, looking right up at him, “I just want a baby.” You feel a tear slip down your cheek to pool near your ear. 

Tommy uses his thumb to brush away the tears that have started to fall, bobbing his leg up and down gently to try and soothe you, “It’s still fresh,” He speaks softly, “Let’s give it a couple of days and see what you want to do, okay?” 

You nod in agreement, feeling the beginnings of a headache pooling behind your eyes. You push yourself up into a sitting position and turn around to press a soft kiss to his lips, “I’m gonna go to bed,” You announce, “Headache.” 

He lets you go, it’s still early and you know there’s the game highlights he wanted to watch. In bed, you can do nothing but toss and turn for a few hours. Every time you’d try to close your eyes, all you could see was vision of you and Joel, in all the different positions he’d put you in so far, and all for what? When the bedside clock hit 10:30, you head out to use the bathroom. As you near the door at the top of the stairs you can hear Tommy talking to someone, through the phone because his is the only voice you can hear. 

“I know, brother, she’s just really beat up about it,” You hear him say, “I don’t know how to make it better.” 

You lean against the closed bathroom door, wondering if perhaps you should leave Tommy to talk to Joel. There’s a pause where you can hear Tommy humming along to whatever Joel is saying on the other end of the phone. 

“I dunno man,” Tommy sighs, “You managed to knock Sarah’s mom up on a one-night stand, guess I thought it would be easier for you.” 

There’s another pause, then he’s speaking again. 

“No Joel, all of her tests came back perfect,” Another sigh, “I was always the problem.”

You’re about to push down the handle to go to the bathroom when Tommy speaks again, “I don’t know, maybe we should just cool it for a while, we’re all gonna work ourselves up otherwise.” 

You decide you don’t really want to hear the rest of the conversation. You sit on the toilet and let your face drop to your hands in frustration. Why couldn’t you just be normal? Why couldn’t you have been a nice, normal couple, having a baby in the most natural way possible? Why did this have to come along and fucking complicate everything? And why did Joel have to be so fucking good to you every time? 

You wash your hands under the tap, water as scalding as it could go, just in order to feel something that wasn’t frustration before you head to bed. There’s no longer the sound of voices as you pad back across the hall and get back into bed, shutting off the lights and curling onto one side, knees as close to your chest as you can manage to get them. It’s not long before you can hear Tommy shuffling around upstairs. He pushes open the bedroom door quietly, obviously thinking you’re already asleep. You can hear him undressing before he's slipping onto his side of the bed, pulling your body close to his under the covers as he spoons you. 

You let your own arm cover his over your waist as you lean back into the comfort of his chest, letting his breath fan across the skin of your shoulder as he presses a kiss to your skin. 

“I wanna try again,” You speak softly into the dark, feeling Tommy’s arm’s squeeze you tighter, “Once more and then we cool it for a while.” 

“You sure?” He asks into your ear, lips pressing to the sensitive skin behind your ear. 

“I’m sure.” You respond, turning around in his arms to capture his lips in yours. 

When the time comes to try again, it’s you who greets Joel at the door when he knocks. Tommy already upstairs and situated in the chair he had taken the first time you’d done this as a three. Joel leans down, lips just millimeters from your own, but instead of kissing your mouth, he places a soft kiss to your cheek instead. 

“Hello, darlin’.” 

You step up onto your tiptoes to press your own kiss to his face, just shy of the corner of his mouth – the kisses from last time still a secret between the two of you. 

“Evening handsome,” You smile, pulling away from him to close the door as he steps inside, “You ready?” 

“To give you what you want?” He smirks, “Always, pretty girl.” 

You feel that telltale heat flush across your cheeks as Joel pulls you into his side, hand dipping down to squeeze your ass over the fabric of the robe you’d thrown on moments ago. God, why did he have to be so fucking intoxicating around you?

You take hold of his hand in yours, leading him up the stairs behind you. Tommy was reading a book as you entered the room, folding the corner of the page before setting it down on the nightstand closest to the chair. You can’t help but snigger as you watch him and Joel give each other the typical male greeting of a curt nod of the head. 

You drag Joel by the arm to the foot of the bed, pushing his shoulders down so he sits on the edge. Then you take a step back and tug on the belt of your robe, letting it fall open and off your body to leave you completely naked in front of him. You watch his face as he trails those beautiful brown eyes over your body, letting out a low whistle of approval. 

“Beautiful as ever, darlin’,” He compliments, reaching out a hand for you to take, “But you’re worked up, ain’t ya? And not in the good way.” 

Your eyes flit to Tommy in the corner of the room, who has that smug ‘I told you so’ look on his face. You’d been itching for Tommy to arrange this since that ovulation test said you were in the zone, but Joel had been working away for the past two days, and now you were worried that if you didn’t hurry the fuck up, you’d miss your chance. 

Joel reaches out and puts his hands on the back of your thighs, pulling you into him, he’s looking up at you, pressing hot kisses to the skin of your tummy, “Gotta relax babygirl,” He moans, “I’m tryin’ my damned hardest, but you just gotta let nature take its course.” 

“Just frustrating.” You mumble. 

“I know baby, I know,” He’s got his hands palming your tits now, “Long as I need to, I’ll keep fillin’ you up, y’hear me?” 

Your breath catches in your throat and all you can do is nod as he moves himself back on the bed. 

Joel leans back on the bed, his head just shy of the pillows, “Sit on my face, pretty girl.” 

You’re almost embarrassed at how quickly you scramble yourself onto the bed, moving up to straddle his hips – even Tommy is chuckling from his chair. 

“Can’t get enough of Joel’s mouth on your pussy, can you, sugar?” He speaks in a low voice. 

Joel has his hands on your ass, guiding your naked body to hover over his face before his hands are slipping up to your hips to pull your cunt to his mouth. He wastes no time in getting straight to business, wide tongue licking stripes from your entrance, where he laps up your slick like a cat would cream, to those deliciously tight flicks of the tip of his tongue to your clit. You can hear him groaning into your pussy, your hand coming down to anchor itself into his hair to hold him still as you start grinding against his face. 

You can hear the obscene slurps that he’s making underneath you, it’s half the reason you think it takes you no time at all to reach the edge, because he fucking enjoys this just as much as you do, he loves tasting you, loves making you feel good and you can feel that, can feel it on his mouth. 

As you throw your head back as Joel’s tongue swipes perfectly across your clit, you catch Tommy in the corner of the room. He’s palming himself through his jeans as he watches you, your body writhing as his brother’s mouth brings you closer and closer to the edge. It wouldn’t hurt, would it? You think, if you asked if he wanted you to help him out. 

“You feeling left out baby?” You coo, reaching your hand out for Tommy to take, “Joel gets my pussy tonight,” You punctuate with a grind of your pussy down onto his mouth, “But I can help you, if you want.” 

He’s standing at the edge of the bed in minutes, his hand pressing into the back of your neck, not unlike how he tries to work the knots from there when you watch TV together. It’s soft and it’s loving and a complete juxtaposition to the vice grip that Joel’s fingers currently have on your hips. 

Your lips are impossibly close to Tommy’s, you could easily lean forward and kiss him, instead, you have a demand, “Take off your pants.” 

Tommy’s hands start to undo the belt holding his jeans up, so you turn your attention back to Joel between your thighs. He is expertly holding you right on the edge, you’re mewling and whining as he tongue works you to the edge, and then pulls away, moving down to gather more of your slick on his tongue. 

You drop your head and catch his eyes looking up at you, “You gonna tease me all night, Miller?” You ask, voice cracking as he makes a point to suckle on your clit, making you cry out, “Fuck, make me come, please Joel.” 

All of a sudden, Tommy’s hand is on your face, pulling your mouth to his own in a searing kiss as he guides your hand to his cock. You’re moaning, a combination of the fact that any second, Joel’s mouth is going to have you screaming and the fact that it’s Tommy kissing you, his cock you’re currently pumping through your fist. It’s delicious and it’s filthy and it should feel all shades of wrong, but it fucking doesn’t. 

You feel it in your legs first, the way they begin to shake and pulse and your thighs clamp around Joel’s face. Then you feel it in your abdomen, like a knot unfurling all at once as pleasure bursts over every inch of your skin. Your mouth detaching from Tommy’s, so you can cry out his brother’s name as you feel yourself almost collapse onto him. 

“Such a good girl,” Tommy breathes into your ear, your hand still firmly held around his cock, “So good when you come for us like that.” 

You feel Joel’s hands tapping at the cheeks of your ass, telling you to lift yourself off his face which you do, dragging yourself down enough so that you’re sat across his chest, not caring that your leaking pussy is dragging slick all over him. His face is covered, covered in you. He’s grinning up at you like the devil, tongue circling his mouth to clean your taste from wherever he can reach. 

“I gotta be inside you, pretty girl.” You can hear his gruff voice speak. 

Tommy immediately moves back from you so you can settle yourself down on the bed. You start on your back, but Joel moves you to lie on your side. He’s still fully clothed behind you, but when he presses himself up against you, you can feel his thick cock straining in his jeans. 

“Take your clothes off.” Is all you can manage to whine as Tommy settles on his knees on the space in front of you, taking the back of your head in the palm of his hand to bring your mouth to his cock. 

Joel shuffles away from you and you feel the mattress lighten as he gets off the bed to shed his clothes. You almost wish you could watch, there’s something about the way Joel reveals his body to you that drives you wild. The way he drags his shirt off to reveal his broad frame, chest peppered with hair, or the way his cock bounces when he finally pulls off his underwear. But right now, you’re focused on making your man feel good. 

You’re making sure that you’re doing it exactly as Tommy likes, almost telling him through the ministrations of your mouth how grateful you are for him, for this being his idea, for loving you enough and trusting you enough to let someone else give you what he cannot. You’re giving all the attention of your tongue to the head of Tommy’s weeping cock, tasting the salt and musk of his pre-cum, using one had to pump the base of his cock. 

You can feel Joel settle back behind you, pressing his entire body against your own, hard cock slipping through the slick folds of your cunt as he settles himself in the right position, then, he’s taking hold of your leg, hand in the crux of your knee to pull it up, baring his prize. He slowly inches his cock inside your tight heat and suddenly it’s all a little overwhelming. 

You’re giving the love of your life the kind of head you’ve only ever seen in porn, Tommy taking most of the control to thrust in and out of your mouth. You’re pretty sure the tears falling from your eyes are a mixture of his length hitting the back of your throat and the overwhelming emotion, love, and admiration you feel for both the men who are crowding your body, owning it, taking what they both want, one of them hopefully leaving you with what you want. 

You pull your face away from Tommy’s cock for a moment, still giving his length the attention it needs, but you let yourself lean into Joel behind you, his cock still moving languidly inside you. He’s got one of his arms snaked under your neck, your head leant against his arm like a pillow, his other hand holding your leg up so that every time his cock brushes inside you, it’s hitting that damn spot that makes you want to cry. 

“Look at you, lucky girl,” Joel growls into your ear as his lifts your leg up higher, pushing it almost to lie flat aagainst your side, “One cock in that pretty little pussy, another in your mouth,” You let a moan, muffled by the fact that Tommy is currently doing a slap-up job of fucking your throat, “He’s a lucky man,” Joel speaks again, “Bet that mouth feels divine.” 

“You ask nicely, she might oblige you, brother.” 

You feel him puff air through his nose in a chuckle, “I’m quite happy right where I am,” He speaks, pumping his cock so deep inside you that you actually think you can see stars, “You’re a lucky son-of-a-bitch gettin’ this for the rest of your life.” 

“She’s special, I’ll give you that.” 

It’s like you have to prove him right now. You can feel the walls of your pussy clenching around Joel as he picks up his pace. You can feel his balls slapping into your skin with every thrust, the power behind them causing your mouth to take Tommy cock deeper into your mouth every time. 

“Sugar, I ain’t gonna last much longer.” You hear him speak from above you. 

You pull off him, again letting your hand work him as you look up at his through your lashes, “You want me to swallow for you, baby?” You asked, wondering what you must look like when he looks down at you, fucked out from his brother, begging for him to come down your throat. 

“There’s an offer I cannot refuse,” Tommy grins, letting your mouth take him back inside the warmth, “Such a good girl.” 

He only lasts a few more seconds, cum hitting your tongue and seeping down your throat. You swallow down every drop, grinning up at Tommy. He leans down and plants a kiss to your lips, and now your focus is on Joel, thick and solid, pumping his cock in and out of you. 

“You focus on Joel now, sugar,” He croons, “I’m gonna sit back and watch you have fun.” 

As soon as Tommy has moved away from you, Joel is pulling his cock from your pussy, turning you onto your back before he’s crowding his frame over you, settling between your thighs. You’re pliant and you move easily when he hooks your legs over his shoulders, folding you back as he slips his cock back inside you. 

You’re gripping his arms as he fucks into you in earnest now, tip of his cock bruising your cervix with every thrust, you know he’ll have half-moon shaped marks on his arms come the morning, they’ll match the bruises he always leaves on your hips, the shape of his fingertips indented into your skin. 

“God fuckin’ damnit,” Joel groan, head falling to the column of your throat to graze teeth and lips over your delicate skin, “Gonna come so deep in this fuckin’ pussy it won’t have a choice but to take, you hear me, pretty girl?” 

“Fuck!” You exclaim, as he shifts just enough to change the angle that his cock is spearing into you, “Joel please.” 

“Please what?” He teases, “What do you want, babygirl?” 

“Inside,” You breath out, “Want you inside.” 

“Yeah, want me to make you a mama?” You can feel tears pooling in your eyes, “No need to cry, pretty girl,” He leans down, folding you in half even more, almost uncomfortable, to kiss away the tears, “Gonna give you what you need.” 

He thankfully moves back a little, stopping your bones from screaming at you for being folded so inhumanely, then his thumb is on your clit, “Only gonna make you a mama if you come with me,” Joel smirks, “Deal?” 

“Oh god – fuck – whatever you want,” You cry, “Please, give me what I want.” 

His thumb is relentless on your already sensitive clit, those tight circles have you clenching around him and when you look into his eyes you know he’s just as close as you are, “That’s it baby, you keep those big, beautiful eyes on me,” Joel’s hips are snapping into your with a force you didn’t know you could feel, it’s entirely too much and entirely too little all at the same time, “Can feel that tight little pussy suckin’ me in,” You cry out as his thumb falters and drags across your clit in a way that has that not threatening to unfurl yet again, “It’s alright baby, if you come, I’ll follow, yeah?” 

That’s exactly what happens. His thumb traces wet circles over your clit and you do exactly as he says. You keep your eyes wide open, staring directly into his own, as your mouth falls open with a screech as your vision clouds. Whatever happens, Joel is right behind you, his cock pounds into at most, twice more, before he’s growling your name through his teeth, cum painting every inch of your pussy. He drops your legs from his shoulders, and falls forward, letting his head rest in the crook of your neck as you both fight to catch your breath.

You wrap your arms around him but it’s all too soon before he’s pulling himself out of you, a kiss to your cheek as he does so. You’re spent and you’re aching and if you’re honest, a little overwhelmed. Joel dresses quickly, and you wish you could ask him to stay, wish he didn’t feel the need to run away, but you know it’s for the best. Tommy tells you he’ll see him out and come to bed, so you roll over and pull yourself under the sheets, trying to warm yourself from the cool air that’s spattering across the sweat of your skin. 

Tommy is back within minutes having seen Joel off. He shed his clothes and moves right up behind you, gathering you into his arms. He takes some time to press kisses into your neck and across your shoulders and for some reason, it sets your belly on fire. How have you been fucked so thoroughly by another man, this man’s own brother, and now you’re aching for this man behind you. 

“I love you so much, Tommy,” You whisper into the dark, clutching at his arms wrapped around you, “So fucking much.” 

“I love you too baby,” He whispers into your ear, stilling your hips as they grind back into him, “Enough of that, I’ll give you what you want tomorrow.” 

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[lovelybrooke]

Family Sacrifices Pt.2 (Yandere Platonic Yandere Sully Family)

Read Part 1 here.

The first thing you saw were bright lights as your ears filled with beeping.

You woke up to Norm checking your vitals, spitting out the water he was drinking in shock at your sudden consciousness. He rushed to do some tests, mainly on your reaction time to make sure your brain was working properly. The light that shined in your eye hurt bad, but you didn't dare tell Norm about your splitting headache, knowing if you did so you'd give him a heart attack.

Soon after Norm explained your condition to you. You've been in a coma for around 3 months. You were almost killed that day in the water, your family being devastated. Every week or so, Jake would come and visit you, which is where the many, many gifts came from, all handmade. They sat on a table near your bed, and you could tell what was made by who by the craftmanship.

After your attack, you were flown off to the research base for urgent care. You were in surgery for a few hours, it being a struggle to get the bullet out without damaging your lungs. Thankfully, they were able to remove it without damaging any vital organs, however you didn't recover as fast as they hoped. Instead, you were in a coma, terrible news to the family who wished for you to come home to them.

You didn't know how to feel about all this, in your head it felt like a flash, everything happening in a few seconds. One moment you were gasping for air surrounded by your family, the next you were with Norm. You were confused more than anything, maybe it was shock. Norm could tell you were lost by the vacant expression on your face, gently taking your shoulder to comfort you.

"Don't worry (Y/N), recovery shouldn't take that long. In no time you'll be back home in no time." Suddenly, he gasped, giving you a dorky smile, "Oh, Jake should be here in a day or two. I bet you'll be happy to see him huh?"

You nod, clearly in another world, but Norm didn't seem to mind. Left to get you some food, coming back with a sandwich, Jell-O, and some juice, which you inhaled.

Felling content after your meal, you go attempt to get up from your bed, being halted by a sharp pain in your chest. Norm stops you quickly, moving you back down to your bed.

"Woah, hold up their kid, you're still recovering, believe it or not." She smooths out your blanket and give you a stern look, as stern as Norm can muster, "don't get up without anyone's help, got it?" You nod, getting a pat on the shoulder before he walks out of the room to get some doctors.

---

Recovery was the worst. At least in Jake's opinion.

Having to watch you struggle to breath as you move even a few small steps causes Jake pain of his own. Of course, he was ecstatic to her news of your recovery, and it took everything to keep him from telling his family, but he didn't want them to overwhelm you. Jake knew if Neytiri or Neteyam heard about you waking up, they'd be on their Ikran's before he could get a world out.

Jake watches from a distance with Norm as you and another doctor do breathing exercises together. Norm explained it to him, something about building up strength, he wasn't really listening. All he cared about was making sure you were okay to be sent back home with them, but Norm quickly shot that down.

"I'm just saying Jake," Norm whispers, pretty loudly due to their height difference. "I'd be dangerous to take them so soon." Jake's eyes don't leave you. "Just think of all the factors. Flying on an Ikran, swimming, hell, even just walking too fast can knock the wind out of them." Jake side eyes him.

"Are you questioning my ability to take care of my child?" Jake grumbles out. Norm jumps, surprised at the sudden hostility. Jake's eyes were back against his head and his tail was upright and ridged.

"No! No, of course not." Norm shakes his head, "Its just-"

"It's fine Norm, don't worry." Jake pats him on the back, a little too aggressive judging by Norm's slight discomfort.

"I'll take them home tonight." Jake smiles, "The kids miss them." Norm chuckles and nods, ignoring the sinking feeling in his stomach as Jake walks over to you.

---

You were asleep the whole Ikran ride. Jake took you late at night, packing all the medicine and machines you needed. Most of them were portable and could be used without an outlet.

Neyetam was waiting for him on the docks by their home. He shot up when he saw him, rushing over to help his father off his Ikran.

Neyetam never looked directly at you, avoiding you small body. He was afraid. Afraid that if he looked at you, he would see you bloody and broken, begging for him to help you, and he would be unable to do anything.

Jake carefully shifts you into his arms, shushing you when you stir in your sleep. "Neteyam." Jake calls. "Take your siblings stuff into the Marui." Neteyam doesn't bat an eye as he moves to take your belongings inside.

Inside the Marui, Neytiri was restless. She just got her other children asleep, giving up with Neteyam as she knew he wouldn't listen. She could focus as she passed around the room, waiting for her husband to walk in.

"Ma'Jake." She says nearly out of breath as he walks in with you, looking at your small frame with tears in her eyes. She cradles the part of your face that isn't blocked by the oxygen mask, her smile being mixed with a sob as she feels your warmth in her hand.

"They oxygen mask." Jake watches you carefully, "Its bigger cuz they need more air."

Neytiri ignores him, "Let me hold them." Jake doesn't question as he moves you to her arms. He's reminded of when you were much younger, when you'd fall asleep after a long day of playing, and Neytiri would lull you in her arms, singing you songs as she just watched you breathe.

Jake smiles as he leaves the Marui to help his son, happy his family is finally back together.

---

The days weren't exactly the same, but none of the Sully's really minded.

Jake was quick to explain your condition and how they had to be extra safe with you. No ruff housing, no swimming or flying, and no putting you in any danger. His children didn't argue, not wanting you to be sent away again.

You had to do treatments every day before you went to bed. Most of the time Jake would help you with it, him or Neytiri was she learned how to work all your machines.

Today however, both of your parents were busy, and while you were going to do it yourself, Neteyam offered to help.

"I know I'm not dad, but I don't want you doing it on your own."

"Okay." You pat the spot next to you on the ground, "Come, sit."

You hand him another mask, moving to clip your off. Neteyam panics, eyes darting from the mask in his hand to your face, "What are you doing?"

You give him a confused look, "Oh, I have to switch the masks, could you help me?" Neteyam nods, albeit slowly. He shifts behind you, listening as you take a deep breath. Neteyam's hands shake as he moves you mask off your face, rushing to put the other one on so fast he nearly misses a few clasps. Eventually, he gets it on, allowing him to finally breathe.

You push the mask up slightly to fit it better as you press a button the mask is connected to. In an instant, the machine makes a low buzzing sound, smoke traveling up the tube to your mask. Neteyam assumes it's medicine his dad was taking about.

You take a few deep breaths as the medicine fills your lungs. Neteyam watches you closely, analyzing your face. You look is distant, far away like you in another planet. You've been so quiet since you've come back, even Lo'ak and Tuk aren't able to get you to laugh like you once did.

"Hey." Neteyam starts, grasping your hand to gain your attention. "What's wrong. You've been so quiet. "You don't respond instantly, which scares Neteyam. The only sound was the buzzing of the machine. "You know always be here for you, right? I'm your big brother, I'll always protect you, no matter what." He chokes up at those words. He couldn't protect you that night. The reason why your tided up to these machines are because of him.

"Do you think I'm a burden?" You ask suddenly.

Neteyam gawks, "What?"

Your eyes are red and watery, "It's just, even before...you know." You pause and Neteyam's look sharpens, "I've always had to have one of you take care of me. I was the reason for the RDA's attack here. I've caused so many problems." Your worlds become more of sobs as you continue to speak, your breathing becoming labored. Neteyam rubs your back, breathing with you and waiting for you to calm down.

Once your breathing calms, Neteyam looks at you carefully, grasping both of your hands. "(Y/N), look at me." You do, your eyes still blotchy and red.

"You are, and never have been, a burden to us." He says sternly, "Your family" he says with conviction, shaking your hands a little. "It's our job to take care of you."

You roll your eyes and look away. "I know but-"

"No buts." He says, smiling as you giggle. He pulls you into a hug, careful to not disturb your mask while also hugging your tight.

"Thank you, Neteyam." You sigh.

"Don't worry about it." He says playfully. He slowly pulls you out of the hug, patting you on the head. "Let's get this off of you, mom and dad should be home too." He removes the clasps from your mask after turning off the machine. "The others too."

---

The rest of the night was uneventful, and thankfully Neteyam didn't tell anyone about you moment earlier.

However, you couldn't get it out of your mind, your head filled with so many thoughts you could barely keep up. You were a burden, you knew it. You caused so much trouble for so many people, including the only family you've ever known.

You can't stand yourself sometimes, all these negative emotions piling up until you couldn't handle it. Tonight, was one of those nights. You snuck out to watch the water below. You weren't allowed to swim with your siblings, your parents being afraid you get hurt.

It was calming, until it wasn't.

You would tell Jake was coming before you saw him. Your body tensed up when he sat down next to you.

"You supposed to be in bed."

"I couldn't sleep."

Jake's eyebrows wave slightly at your sudden response. He grumbles, watching you kick your feet in the water.

"I know what your talk with Neteyam." You don't react to his worlds, prompting him to continue.

"You're not a burden." He said, wrapping his arm around you, his body filling with warmth as you lay your head on his chest. "You our kid, my kid."

He rubs your arm, shaking his head, "None of this was your fault." He whispers, his hold slowly tightening, "It was them. Not you."

When Jake's sure you're asleep he kisses the crown of your head and picks you up. He stares at you for a while, reminiscing on you being a little kid and when he could protect you from everything. He wishes things would go back to the way it once was. When you were small and innocent.

"Never again." Jake whispers as he leads you back into the Marui, swearing to never let you be hurt again.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #yandere avatar way of water #avatar way of water x reader #yandere avatar #avatar way of water #avatar

[mishwanders]

Hello again! I liked your Dark Reader and am back with another request. :3 Since it is October and I'm feeling the autumn associations, I thought it would be neat to read your interpretation of a fox reader (like a kitsune) with the Chain. Of course with the bonus of Dark Link if able, I feel as though not many people write him. ~🎃

I know this is late, the creative brain juice has been stagnant, but WE’RE KIND OF SORT OF BACK! I also got to preface that I am not the most knowledgeable on kitsune history/lore, but I tried my best with what little knowledge I and wikipedia had lmao.

Characters: The Chain (and Fierce Deity and Dink) x GN!Kitsune Reader

A/N+Warnings: N/A, safe for everyone. Written by Mishwanders - pls do not repost. Reblogs, nice comments, and likes are appreciated!

The place where the Chain first meets you would be in Wild’s Hyrule, shifted into a fox, somewhere close to the shrine of resurrection and a few of them have different reactions based off of what they can sense from being near/looking at you.

Wild isn’t deterred, he’s used to seeing foxes. However, the variety of tails is very different from the others. Maybe a mutation? Who knows, but he gets the sense that you won’t harm them.

Time is the first to really pick up that you’re a shapeshifter and that’s only because Fierce Deity allows him to know the truth of it. He’s wary, on his guard, but you haven’t made any move that would suggest you would bring them harm. Maybe this is normal in Wild’s Hyrule, he hasn’t quite decided if it’s best to speak up yet or not. He’ll wait for you to shed your disguise first before acting.

Twilight, Legend, and Four senses there’s magic about you, but it’s not dark magic, so they’re all unsure how to approach you as well. Twilight will however be keeping watch as Wolfie to track your scent and follow you around from afar to figure out what your deal is.

Sky and Hyrule are the first ones to realize that you’re actually trying to guide them all somewhere specific. Helping them avoid certain monsters, leading Wild and Wind to find more Koroks, food, etc. That knowledge helps ease everyone else’s minds a bit.

Warriors would complain as to why they’ve gone off road versus staying on track with the map, but he’s heard enough stories about Wild’s Hyrule to know that weirder things have happened.

Once they’ve all realized you’re no threat, you are free to roam their camp at night.

This will lead to some mischievous acts on your part - i.e. stealing food from Wild’s pack (or food from a bowl if someone isn’t watching), following Wolfie to get him to play with you, pawing/gnawing onto Warriors scarf and getting chewed out over it like a child, etc.

Other times though, you can be found snuggled up with Sky, Time, or Hyrule, fast asleep next to them or in their lap getting some much needed shut eye.

When you finally guide them to your desired destination of Kakariko Village, it’s only in the presence of Impa where you finally reveal your true nature.

The ones who called it are not the least bit surprised at your reveal, but they are surprised at how fox-like you still are in your Hylian form with sharper teeth, ears, and multiple tails.

Your first true introduction to each other goes rather well with the help of Impa and once they all know you’re a Sheikah who works for Impa as her eyes out in the world, their admiration grows for you.

NOW FOR DINK

It's a much different experience. He’s actually the one to get the drop on you first, surprise surprise.

His armor is not nearly as heavy or noisy as his counterpart, giving him an element of surprise in the dark across the land of Hyrule.

At first he takes a shot at you, thinking you’re nothing but a regular fox for him to eat. It’s only when you avoid the shot just by chance and raise your tails to make yourself look bigger does he realize you’re not just some ordinary fox.

Curiosity gets the better of him (as it does any Link) and he tries to make amends for his little accident of almost hitting you by tossing you some meat once he’s gotten his hands on it.

You accept it, but you do recognize something is off with him versus the hero’s you guided to Kakariko. You keep your eye on him in the woods, only growing closer when necessary.

The one time you do grow incredibly close is when a pack of Moblins and Lizalfos chase you. He finds you hiding behind him for protection and he shoos away the creatures with ease, turning around to pick you up. Once you realize he can protect you out there from the other beasts that you find yourself staying close at hand next to him, which he doesn’t mind, so long as you don’t try to steal his next dinner.

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #lu dink #lu time #lu fierce deity #lu twilight #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu wild #lu wind #lu warriors #lu sky #lu four #I am rusty at writing atm pls be nice #writing: the chain #linked universe fanfic #linked universe headcanons

[soft-for-them]

Chapstick - Eddie Munson x plus size reader

Summary: Everyone around you can tell by Eddie's longing stares that he likes you and you like him too but you're too focused on not flunking school and not repeating another year to notice.

A part of my 800 follower celebration, based off Chapstick by Coin.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/N: Never listed to this song before writing this fic, it's very funky and I like it. Written very late last night so not proof read...

Always dressed nicely in crisp white blouses with all the wrinkles ironed out and high waisted bell bottom jeans faded blue but not scruffy from all the years of use, most people who saw you would consider you a goody two shoes.

But that’s the thing, most people don’t look your way, you’re just another face in the crowd. If they looked for longer they would see that you’re something more, not just that fat kid who’s easily forgettable.

Looking closer one could see that you are as sweet as an apple pie for you always help others out even if it means you get in trouble and you’re always smiling.

Bell bottoms and shiny school shoes cover the funky patterned socks that are different every day and many don’t notice your backpack full with animal shaped pins, home-made badges and band patches.

Despite you sweet round face that is always wearing a proud and kind smile you can run your mouth, if anyone offends the people you love you’re the person who’d defend them with you witty retorts and strong threats.

Eddie always says to you that you’d be a great lawyer with the way you talk, he calls you a real sharp shooter because your words hit fast and hard like bullets from a rifle. You tell him to stop using that analogy for you’d want people to thing you use guns, so as of late he’s been calling you his live wire for your voice is often electric with words unpredictable but so right.

One wouldn’t think that you’ve been held back a year because of poor grades rather that running your mouth but most people look at all the now twenty year olds who’ve been held back as juvenile delinquents and burnouts who deserve to be held back instead of adults with undeveloped brains in need of guidance and probably an adhd diagnosis.

You can’t be held back another year, it would be embarrassing to be twenty one and still stuck in high school just because your find maths and English hard and that you panic during exams so much so that you have to leave half way through them just so you can breathe.

This year you’ve been studying you ass off, spending all your spare time with a textbook or filled binder in sight. Even now as you saddle up to a full cafeteria table that holds the Hellfire club and basically the whole of your friendship group you have the biggest mathematics textbook there is slammed in front of your eyes, the mediocre school meal is pushed to the side as your try to remember how to do algebra.

“Hola, mi amigos.” Your soft but sweet voice calls out as your eyes still scan pages of numbers and letters whilst your other hand goes to pick up the carton of fruit juice on your tray.

Rings for ‘hellos’ and ‘holas’ call out as a hand with many silver rings and a square black watch pushes your text book down.

“Buenos dias Eddie.” You murmur are your much softer hand pries away the long guitar string scared fingers away from you book.

“Buenos dias to you my mi chacho.” He says back in high energetic voice, the Spanish words elongated and slightly mispronounced.

Your eyes flicker up to his smiling face, your fingers still connected to his hand that still hovers over your book.

“You know ‘mi chacho’ means my boy, right? You literally just said ‘my my boy’ Eddie.”

Spanish is an easy grade for you, even if you still get nervous in the exams. It may be an easy grade but you’d rather have an easy ‘A’ on your college applications than lots of just there ‘C’ grades.

Eddie on the other hand doesn’t find Spanish that easy even though he chose to take it as a class. So despite your head boggling with maths you always try to get his to speak some Spanish just so he doesn’t get kicked out of the class into the hallways to ‘think on his actions’ whilst the principle is called. Spanish class would be hella boring for you if Eddie wasn’t sat behind you making jokes and taking peaks at your work sheets.

“It’s like when I call you dude.” He grins.

Your eyes fully focused on him, book down but hand separated, you begin to talk.

“You wouldn’t say ‘my mi chacho’ you would say ‘mi-“ you urge him to finish the phrase.

Eddie leans back his ringed fingers touching his chin in an over comical thinking motion, his head slightly leaned back so his mop of brown hair sways down the back of the seat’s back. His eyes that are so deep and warm stare into your soul making your heart beat just a tiny bit faster.

“Mi-“ you repeat his face blooming into an even wider grin, if that could be possible, as he gets the answer.

“Mi bonita (y/n)!”

Your face erupts into to a warm flush, if it was a cartoon you’d be completely red with little heart eyes all big and doe like as you heart beats out your chest.

“I-well- “ your words jumble, “CLOSE ENOUGHT!”

Everyone on your table turns to look at you, some laugh others ask ‘what happened?’ with confused expressions.

Eddie goes to talk some more but you duck down, your eyes looking downward as you rummage through your backpack that lies by your feet.

It’s merely a distraction it is, you’re not quite sure what you’re rummaging around for but it has gotten your sights off Eddie, even though you’d love to stare at Eddie for the rest of the day he knows you best and you’d rather not try and avoid explaining why you’ve gone all shy all the sudden.

Your hands brush past grit and crumpled up receipts, fingers coming to finally touch a small cyclical piece of plastic. You try one or two times to grasp the object before pulling it out the bag your body straitening back up as a brightly coloured lip balm sees the light of day.

Eddie still is looking at you, he’s always looking at you really, but now the table has gone back to normally chatting away so watching you take the lid off the lip balm and screw it a few times until the chap stick comes up he awaits what’s to come without your eyes looking at him but his firmly on yours.

You busy yourself with applying a coat of lip balm on your drying lips, your eyes and face slightly down but the growing fire in your face still keeping you warm.

The chap stick is old, not so old that your lips would puff up all red and swollen, but the stick has been long forgotten in your bag. It’s the type of lip balm that seems of fake cherry and sugar, the actually balm an unnatural bubble gum pink. It feel just fine though so you carry on swiping the product across your lips not quite realising that the eyes of Eddie Munson as following the chap stick glide across your lips like it’s a tennis match.

Pausing the applying you finally look, hoping that the growing feeling of eyes on you has gone, only to find Eddie wide eyed and pink cheeked looking directly at your lips.

His eyes flick up and a nervous grin sets on his face.

“What?” you say with equal parts embarrassment and curiosity, “Want some?”

Before he can splutter a word out his eyes flick up pointing away from you. You turn around to see the cute face of Dustin Henderson holding a full try of food and a big smile on his face.

“HENDERSON!” both you and Eddie call together you voices joining to create a booming echo across the cafeteria.

The young man somehow smiles even bigger as you turn around to make room for him next to you.

Eddie somehow looks even redder, his eyes back firmly on you.

#not proofread #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things x plus size reader #stranger things #x plus size reader #plus size reader #x chubby reader #chubby reader

[darkbluekies]

I was actually going to sleep then I saw you respond to my ask, I'm actually very interested and intrigued so I wanted to respond immediately!

— Jesus fucking Christ they actually measured the entirety of the ship? That level of hm, how does one describe this, pettiness or determination? Perhaps a sense of both, I mean I'd get petty too if I lost something valuable and ended up getting an unfair compensation. I wonder what the reaction of the Germans were when they realized they actually measured it.

— oh god that's actually so fucking hilarious 😭😭 getting worked up over nothing, I mean, at least they had a design? 😭

— That's quite something, Grey Ghost? Why is QMS nickname Grey Ghost? Does it have relations due to it being not found?

— I... I have no idea what to say 😭 that's actually so ironic

— Holy shit a ship sinking in just 14 minutes is plain terrifying?? Why did it sink that fast anyways?

— Wow... That's actually really sad and quite brave of him too, I don't think I've heard of the Wilhelm Gustloff disaster and 9000 deaths in one night is crazy. Hopefully that guy is doing alright, it's possible he might get survivors guilt, I might research about the disaster and see what I can find!

— woah, the first design is quite pretty! The second one reminds me of a factory for some reason

Ahh this is what little brain juice I can squeeze out from my brain, though I actually enjoyed this and it made my night more interesting! :D I'll head off to sleep now, goodnight!

—🌊

— lol apparently? there were more petty things in that affair, such as painting a ship supposed to be given to White Star Line in Germany's colors, turnign the british officers' quarters to a cleaning supply room etc lmao

— it was a design alright ... just not a good one. The wings of the golden eagle fell of during a storm so they're at the bottom of the atlantic right now. The eagle looks even more stupid without the wings😭 (picture at the bottom)

—The ship was painted fully grey because it was used as a troop ship which made it hard to find it. The ship was extremely fast, so it was fast to catch her. These two characteristics earned her the name The Grey Ghost. (picture at the bottom)

— the ships weren't even alike???? one had an funnel and whatnot?? i'm not even sure how they thought that it would work ... and it clearly didn't.

— It was a foggy night and two ships were supposed to go past each other, but in the fog they couldn't see each others lights, so a norweigan ship called Storstad rammed the side of Empress of Ireland and cut up a gigantic hole. The ship itself was almost half the size of titanic. A lot of people died that night because they didn't have the time to get out.

— I'm not even sure it was legal to sink the WG? I know that it had been a hospital ship during WW2 (it's seen as a war crime to sink a hospital ship), but it seems like it had returned to a normal ship during the time WG was sunk. The reason (i think) why it was sunk was because a lot of nazi party members were on board with their families, supposedly relocating to another country, and was sunken by soviet submarines. WIlhelm Gustloff could only carry 1465 passangers, but had around 10 000 during its sinking. Although there were many bad people on board there were children as well. The actor was a small child, so i hope that he doesn't remember much of it, because I cannot imagine the horror he must live with otherwise.

— Unfortunately, the times were changing and the edwardian design was no longer popular :( I would have loved another Olympmic class liner :(

here's a before an after of the eagle lmao

From left to right: SS Normandie, RMS Queen Mary, RMS Aquitania

I could talk about ocean liners forever. If I got paid by the hour to talk about them I would be so fucking rich I'm telling you

#🌊anon

[indigopoptart]

How do you have time to do an entire chapter every week!?!?! I live in the void and I still don't have the ability to form that many related sentences into paragraphs into art?!?!?! Do you have a secret superpower you're hiding from us because you're going to use it to save the world from destruction?!?!!?

OHOHO! Hello there!

dude i get it so much. before stumbling upon Welcome Home i was in SERIOUS writers burnout but somehow seeing those silly little guys yoinked me out of that and now i am here!

this is gonna be a bit of a long-winded explanation, so i’ll provide it here under the cut!

when i had first started writing stamps, i had published three chapters back-to-back, writing one a day. which i know was because of my hyperfixation kicking into high gear and making my brain go go go! until i realized i was running low on Juice!

So that was when I had decided to start posting every sunday, that way i could take my time on producing things and build a buffer.

as of right now, i’m about a week ahead of what’s posted. that means that, i am currently working on chapter ten while chapter nine is being proofread and readied for publishing! having this sort of “buffer” allows me to feel less stressed about getting chapters done, which means i have the potential to write better!

ive always been a fast writer, even in my early days of starting out and even in my first and only other long fanfic (We Don’t Talk about That One!). but one thing i Majorly remember from that one is that i felt very stressed to get the next one out on time, to reach that word count minimum that i had set for myself. and im taking the time to make sure i dont do that with stamps. if a chapter must be 3,000 words, then it will be 3,000 words! if it must be 1,000, then it must be 1,000! Anything more or anything less will take away from that solid craftsmanship that me (and others) have been working on bringing to the table.

i know this answer may not Make Sense for your question, but i did want to explain my thought process behind it! the main things fueling my writing at the moment are my adhd and my asd. to be honest, without them, i never would have even started stamps! being neurodiverse is a Very wonderful Experience sometimes!

i write in the Notes app on my phone and ipad (evil, i know)! for some reason, doing so really helps me get the creative juices flowing. and it means i can work on it whenever! whether it be in the car on my phone, or in between classes on my ipad, or anywhere else, i write! and when i am Writers Blocked, i usually write on-stream with one of my buddies! body-doubling (even if not physically) really helps me focus.

but there we go! long winded explanation over! i hope you enjoyed this smidgen of information on my writing process!

btw, here is a link to STAMPS for those who are interested in reading!

#ask indigo #indigo speaks #indigo info #STAMPS fanfiction #welcome home #welcome home arg #frank frankly #eddie dear #long ask! mine apologies! #i just had a Lot to say about this!!! #i do have a secret superpower! #it is Autism! #but i do not Think it can save the world! #at least not yet #mayhaps One Day!

[bbiemochi]

𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝟷𝟶 | kaeya alberich x reader

[an]: OK SO I KNOW I HAVEN’T RLLY POSTED SM HERE IN MY ACC OVER THE DAYS (apparently the election here in my country is rotten shit and i had to recollect my last remaining brain cells after the results came out) BUT I’M LOWKEY GLAD SOME OF MY BRAIN JUICE ESCAPED ONCE IN A WHILE AND DECIDED TO DO A KAEYA X READER LOLOLOL

summary: your boyfriend gives you a small advice of how to get over nightmares quickly.

pairing: kaeya alberich x gn!reader

genre: just pure fluff !

***

“fuck…” a small curse exited out of your lips when you saw the time written on the clock beside your bedside.

you never really expected to wake up at 2:39am after a small (kind of a?) nightmare that caused you to wake up. the nightmare was…nothing really, just a small bunch of memories you wanted to forget (sort of like a deja vu fever dream) but never the less, you were used to these types of situations, so the first thing that popped out of your mind was to go to the bathroom and drink a cup of water.

however, before you could even hop out of your bed, an arm tightened its grip over your chest, making you stop at the sudden friction that was pulling you back on the cushion. and then for a few seconds, you sighed.

“kaeya…”

“where are you going?” the sleepy tone in his voice made you act up a little.

“…to the bathroom. c’mon i just wanna wash my face…” you told to him, patting his muscular arms off your lower body. a small movement over the pillows can be heard, and you were sure he was ready to let you go, until all of a sudden—he spoke once more. “did you have another bad dream?”

ah. talk about figures.

“congrats, you got that right—woohoo..” sarcasm filled your voice when kaeya only chuckled. “this is the 5th night you had a bad dream whenever we sleep together. is it because i cuddle you all the time..!?” kaeya irked, gasping dramatically before pulling you closer. you laughed, playfully smacking his blue locks. “no, you idiot. this is normal for me, don’t worry…”

“sweetheart it’s not normal to always have nightmares now. sit up, i have something for you.” quickly, kaeya let’s go of your figure and sat up the bed where you obliged and turned to face him, face a little curious on what he was about to do next. as his hands opened the drawer on top of the clock, kaeya pulls out a small night lamp and closes the cabinet afterwards.

“a night lamp?”

“ding ding, you got that correct. venti gave it to me, told me it’ll ‘help you out in the dark,’ which i didn’t know why he had to say that. i’m not much afraid of the dark…as long as you’re beside me that is,” he says, sending you a small wink as you only rolled your eyes. “but, i too frequently had nightmares or bad dreams a lot when i was young. i also had terrible headaches after and…it just sucks that you’re also going through the same..” as he plugged the night lamp on he continues. “my father used to tell me all i had to do is follow these steps in order for me to go back to sleep and the bad dreams would go away.”

taking his hand in yours, kaeya switches on the night lamp—and suddenly, the roof above you was illuminated by the beautiful shade of orange, a small shadow of stars and a moon shifted across the light. your eyes grew mesmerized by the sight. “it’s so beautiful…” you whispered.

“now lay down back on the bed..” you did as you were told, and was fast to lay your head back on the soft pillow. your lover followed soon after. “now, i want you to think of the good times you had. whether it be a memory with the one’s you love the most. like me for example,” he teases, and you couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.

“you done? you don’t need to think of all of it. just one good memory is enough.”

“oh sure. i had too many good memories with you.” you replied, and you hear him laugh. shifting his place to face you, kaeya then spoke again, “next, i want you to close your eyes…and count to 10. speak loud so i can hear your voice.” he says, and you did just that.

you counted

1.

2.

3.

4.

5.

6.

7.

8.

9.

and..

10.

the moment you reached 10, you felt a soft plush of someone’s lips lean down and kiss your forehead, making you feel calm and…relaxed, even if your face turned into a soft blush of red.

“that’s my sweetheart…now the final step is…” pulling you close to his chest, you felt a swoon energy of tiredness rush over your body like a wave as you hugged him back. smiling, kaeya brushes your hair and laid his head on your shoulder, pulling the blanket on both of your bodies warming one another.

“sleep well this time…”

you never found yourself having bad dreams after that.

***

a/n: LMFOSDJWOSISN anyways hi

requests: closed :(

#lucy works 🍕💗 #genshin impact #genshin x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #fluff !

[manjirinadkarni]

5 Dietary Habits That Are Wrecking Your Digestion

It is not just about what you eat but how you eat too! Even though you are eating as clean as you can, there has to be a reason why you are still bloated, crampy, running to the ladies room, anxious and tired all the time.  You may or may not realize, but your recent weight gain and constant fatigue are all related to your diet as well as digestion.

Here is a list of the 5 common poor dietary habits I have seen people follow that totally wreck their digestion 

#1 EATING WHEN NOT HUNGRY

Hunger is the biggest cue that your body needs nourishment. Hunger is also a sign that your Jatharagni or digestive fire is stroked and working well. Have you ever wondered whether you eat because you are hungry or just because the clock tells you that it’s the time to eat?

I have seen so many people focus on eating at fixed times that they totally forget to check in with their body whether it feels hunger or not.

Eating when not hungry is the no 1 cause indigestion. Eating when not hungry means that brain has not received any signals from your stomach to secrete any digestive juices to carry out digestion and hence your stomach is ill-prepared for the food that’s being stuffed into it. If your stomach is not going to secret sufficient digestive juice, how can you digest the food that you are eating? In Ayurvedic medicine, this semi-digested or undigested product of digestion is known as ‘Ama’ and is circulated through your body serving as undigested toxin, creating inflammation in your body further causing allergies, stiffness, joint pain,  as well as weight gain.

#2 EATING TO NUMB YOUR EMOTIONS

Is there someone who doesn’t eat emotionally…the answer is probably a few in a million. Today’s fast track life where people barely have time for anything, how can they find time to feel their emotions. Sometimes emotions like sadness, worry, loneliness, anxiety are harder to understand and process, as people don’t even know they are going through it for the lack of mindfulness. So the quick solution is food.

Today people turn to food for entertainment, comfort, stress relief, or as a reward rather than to nourish their body and mind. Often people eat to numb their emotions, especially sugary sweets as sweet taste is instantly comforting. This is nothing but a distraction to suppress certain emotions which result in totally overloading your digestive system. Again when you eat out of sadness, anxiety or boredom, your body is caught up in the emotions and not focussing on digesting food, which leads to ‘Ama’ the digestive toxin.

But it is so much more than just that. 'Your body needs to process emotions just the way it needs to process food and that takes time'. Most emotional states cause you to secrete stress hormones activating your sympathetic system shifts your body in the fight- flight- freeze mode. This takes away from your 'rest-digest' parasympathetic system. So again you barely secrete digestive enzymes and the food you eat makes you feel bloated, gaseous, and really uncomfortable. 

#3 DRINKING TOO MUCH WATER IMMEDIATELY BEFORE OR AFTER MEALS.

This is the biggest weight-loss myth I have seen in my practice as an Ayurvedic doctor. If you think it is a good idea to chug a few glasses of water just before your meals to fill up, eat less and effortlessly lose weight, you need to think again. I have encountered so many 'weight loss gurus', who advise their clients to drink at least 2 glasses of water before they eat anything, which is the ‘worst’ thing you could do to your digestion. Too much water can easily dilute your digestive juices....just like when in your grade 8 chemistry class where you learnt to dilute an acid by adding water.

#4 EATING WHILE MULTITASKING

Let me get something straight to you…Multi-tasking is a myth. It just means that you are taking the same amount of time to do many things at once, often inefficiently, than choosing to do one thing at a time with all the focus and efficiency, In today's world, this is a sad reality for many busy women, men and alike. 

Older men and women who lead a hectic life, working, attending client calls, dropping kids to school, getting to the gym while grabbing a quick meal; whereas some kids just cannot simply sit and eat without being glued to the idiot box. Eating on the go is a terrible habit for anyone and everyone and is another reason that leaves  your digestion compromised you’re your brain doesn’t is still focussed on reading emails, how the heck will it know that you are eating and need to secrete digestive enzymes??

#5 NOT EATING ACCORDING TO YOUR DOSHA TYPE

Last but not the least, eating against your dosha type

Dosha type? What the heck is that? 

Well there are five main elements that make up the universe also your body- Akash or space, Vayu or air, Agni or fire, Ap or water and Prithvi or earth. These five elements combine to form 3 biological energies within your body known as the doshas - Vata, Pitta and Kapha. These doshas govern our physical, mental, emotional states as well as behaviour. Your health, happiness and longevity depend on the balance of these doshas, which are affected by foods, dietary habits, lifestyle, as thoughts that you think. Since these impact you in each and every aspect of your life, considering them when you choose your diet and nutrition is of utmost importance.  This is the reason why some people cannot handle cold foods at all, and some react to dairy. If you have a diet that is not compatible with the dominant doshas in your body or your dosha type, it sets you up for digestive imbalances as well as different health issues.

So take some time to see which of the above habits are the main reason your digestion is suffering and feel free to share with someone who needs this information.

#ayurveda canada #gut health #ayurveda #holistichealth #healthy lifestyle #digestion #holistic food #holistic healing #digestivehealth #digestiveproblems #drinkingwateraftermeals #manjirinadkarni

[riacte]

okay so this is an odd ask but i was in martyn’s chat talking about appreciating false and also false & martyn as a fun dynamic and someone mentioned ‘oooh riacte on tumblr talks a lot about false and martyn interacting’ and i’ve been thinking about ren martyn false weirdass trio for the last couple of weeks so. hi :] this stream has driven me insane i would love your thoughts on them

HIIIIII wait I've been perceived in Martyn's chat lmao?? Do you have a screenshot or something 😭 hilarious that I've gotten the reputation.

Also HIIIIII WELCOME TO THE CLOWN CIRCUS there's a whole. gang. of us out here. Obsessing over a trio we invented and eventually became real. We have AUs and two fics on Ao3 and everything.

Okay Ren False Martyn. Time to pull up my False joins Dogwarts AU from June 2021. They were non-existent back then but y'know how Trafficblr makes connections from seemingly nothing? Yeah.

False is known as the Queen of Hearts. Ren is the Red King and Martyn is the Hand. Clearly there's some red theme royalty thing going on here. Also everyone's brainwaves were somehow aligned and we all thought False would ally with Ren if she was in Third Life- wow I wonder why we all thought that [False and Ren do-not-separatism]. So yay Dogwarts AU and we (Renchanting fans) got really annoying by putting trio stuff in her tag when she was otherwise canonically unrelated 😭 (probably the only time we spammed the tag). Ren and his two sword wielding sassy green blonds. They are so funny.

And then July 2021 hit and we got the three of them in a MCC team, Purple15, and the trio FINALLY existed yippee. But mere months later, MCC17 hit, which was the infamous fanon divorce arc bc that was the first time False and Ren didn't team together in MCC (when they were both in) and Ren was with Martyn so we had so many distracted boyfriend memes and I wrote an entire divorce crackfic which is my anonymous masterpiece.

Then we got Mint Maids with Joel in MCC19 (December) which was also really fun. And then fast forward to this wack ass stream which I can't even start to wrap my head around.

By the way there's also the Space Opera AU ❤️💚💙 which is about the three of them as main characters (yippeeee) and it has its own extensive lore but I don't have the energy to explain it rn. But it has shipping and the three of them go crazy and spopera False and Martyn tear each other to shreds it's brilliant.

Sorry that I'm not wording very well my brain juices have been DRAINED by the stream. So feel free to send asks bc I am indeed obsessed with them and can probably talk more when I've recovered and GDHGHDGHSGDHHGHDGHGDHGD renfalsemartyn SLAY and it's been 2.5 YEARS AND WE STILL DON'T HAVE A PROPER TRIO NAME but it's okay <3 maybe we'll get it this stream <3

#ask box #answered #<3

[shyanshippingsociety]

Shyan Shipping Society Mod Fic Rec List - July 2022

hello and welcome to the first ever monthly mod fic rec list! we gathered recommendations (and some commentary) from mods ve, shade, rowan, cerys, nicole, vox, and juice for your reading entertainment! enjoy!

Ve:

On Making a Legit Human Baby and Other Stories by Siria | E, 14K, complete

"Oh, sure," Shane had said, rolling his eyes, "that weirdass Geocities-looking site with the giant blocks of Latin text that you ran through Google Translate is going to help you sprout an entire internal organ."

Which, as famous last words went, at least had the element of novelty going for them, because now here they were a few months later: Ryan was peeing on a stick and there were two lines showing up on the stick and Shane had to put his head between his legs real fast to avoid passing out.

shaking my head (you never left me) by prettyboyrollins | T, 12K, complete

Ryan does his best to not mess with the supernatural if he can help it.

Unfortunately, the supernatural has other plans for him.

[Something sends Ryan on an inter-dimensional journey, and he learns some things about himself along the way.]

Shade:

Want You In My Court by Ourladyofresurrection | E, 51K, complete

Ryan looked at his hands, tapping out a nonsensical beat on the dashboard. God, even that was hot too. His face was impossibly smug, favouring him with a lopsided grin that had something hot and needy clench deep in Ryan’s gut.

How do you gracefully say: ‘Hey, I know we’re in a group project now, but I think I came to the sound of your voice the other night and I can’t stop thinking about it and frankly, it’s driving me a little crazy‘

Hint: you don’t.

Creme Brulee by orphan_account | E, 11K, complete

Ryan and Shane investigate a haunted honeymoon motel in Niagara Falls.

Rowan:

You've Been Starring in My Dreams by drunkkenobi | T, 8K, complete

“Ryan Bergara. You know, about this tall, scared of his own shadow, and loves the Lakers more than life itself. My co-host, that Ryan.”

“You have a co-host? Since when?”

“Since always?” Shane lowered his voice. “Is this for a video? It’s cool, I’ll play along.”

Andrew looked at him like he was growing a second head. “I was going to ask you the same thing. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Or: Shane goes to work one day and Ryan’s not there. Ryan’s not anywhere.

The Mysterious Disappearance of Shane Madej by waitforhightide | E, 13K, complete

The thing about Ryan Bergara was that he didn't trust his own brain.

So when he arrived at the office and asked TJ if he’d seen Shane yet, and TJ said, “Who?” Ryan’s reaction was first to look around for cameras, and second, for Shane. For the reality check, for the affirmation that TJ had said what Ryan himself had heard.

Rowan’s Notes: got a twofer! the second is inspired by the first - i'm a sucker for alternate timeline plots of any kind and these are both total gems. the situational angst gets fixed with such romantic determination, i can't read one without immediately jumping back to the other!

Cerys:

When the sun sets, we're both the same by Fraudgara | E, 35K, complete

It happened very quickly, and yet not very quickly at all. Shane was paralyzed as the blade part of Ryan’s katana swiped up when he swung it thoughtlessly—drunkenly—and Shane remembered blinking like the scene would change if he opened his eyes again, but the man was still writhing around on the ground with a stripe of glistening red on his throat and Ryan was staring down at him like he’d never seen anything so horrific or gripping.

They both stared numbly, intently, until the man’s erratic choking spasms on the cement became a haunting stillness in a pool of his own blood.

“Whoops,” Ryan said, the low register of his voice seeming like a shout to Shane in the silence of the night and of the now dead man laying at their feet. --

On Halloween night, Ryan accidentally kills someone, and Shane has seen too many movies to do anything sensible about it.

ships that pass in the night by beethechange | E, 21K, complete

The more Ryan thinks about it, the more he thinks he just needs to return the favor, that’s all. And then it’ll be done, like it was meant to be done weeks ago, and they can both move on for real.

It’s not that he wants to. It’s that he won’t be able to stop thinking about it until he evens the score. He has to restore balance to the Force or order to the universe, or—or whatever. It’s a karma thing.

“I think you have to let me jerk you off,” Ryan tells Shane one night. They’re working late, alone in the Watcher office, one of many such late nights these days.

“Wh—here?” Shane asks. He looks around, baffled, like he’ll have been magically transported somewhere else. “Have to?” And then: “Let you?”

Or: A middle-of-the night rendezvous; a series of escalating dares; a lazy river; a heist; a do-over.

Nicole:

Your Heart Inside of Mine by MiraclesofPaul | M, 51K, complete

They're placed into the Witness Protection Program after a bomb was found on the set of Unsolved. The only way to stick together is to lie and say they’re engaged. Years go by. Things change. Things transform.

what's the point of this again? by touchinghearts | T, 9K, complete

When Ryan invites Shane back for a holiday week to meet his family during a big reunion, it doesn’t even occur to Shane that it could be a big deal.

Vox:

The Lifetime Achievement Award For Best Supporting Actor by  breathtaken | E, 78K, complete

Somehow, his five-nine-and-allegedly-three-quarters, ghost-fearing best bro with a heart of gold has also turned out to be the best damn dominant Shane’s ever had.

Theory Number 7 by liminalweirdo | M, 516K, complete

He doesn’t apologize again. Can’t. Because there’s no way to say, hey, dude, I’m really sorry for intentionally exposing you to a zombie plague, but anyway, water under the bridge, right?

Vox’s Theory Number 7 playlist

Juice:

Big Apple Steve and That Time He Obliviously Third-Wheeled His Friends All Summer by beethechange | T, 12K, complete

Steven Lim is not a stupid man. Steven Lim is a capable man, an ex-scientist, creator and producer of Buzzfeed’s most popular video series. He helped invent Tide Pods, for Pete’s sake. Tide Pods.

So he knows he’s no idiot. He’s naïve, perhaps. He has blind spots, like anyone, particularly when it comes to relationships, especially when it comes to sex.

Still, when he walks in on Ryan sitting astride Shane’s lap on the sofa, tongue fully in the guy’s mouth, hand fully down his pants, Steven reckons he should probably have seen this one coming.

Juice’s Note: love the way the boys are written in stevens POV and made me laugh out loud at certain points

Weird and/or Wonderful by beethechange | E, 12K, complete

Shane blinks at him and then reaches up to rub sleep out of his eyes, as if he thinks he might be dreaming. It had occurred to Ryan that this might be some kind of hyper-realistic nightmare, but the exact correctness of Shane’s flummoxed expression seems beyond Ryan’s brain to have summoned.

“Don’t,” Ryan says. “Don’t say—”

“Boobs,” Shane says faintly. He’s still staring.

“Okay, well, my eyes are up here,” Ryan snaps.

Or: During the filming of an episode of Weird and/or Wonderful World, Ryan tosses a shoelace and a wish in an ancient magical wishing well. Mistakes are made.

Juice’s Note: that post thats like you ever see a fic so well written you discover something new of yourself

we hope you enjoy our recs! as always, leave comments and kudos on fics you like - those mean a lot to authors! and feel free to let us know if you have any recs!

- the mod team

#mod ve #fic finds #mod fic recs #shyan #buzzfeed unclean #buzzfeed unsolved #buzzfeed after dark #shyan shipping society

[transsexualism-archive]

tips for dealing with chronic illness that i wish someone told me when i first got my diagnosis:

as a general rule, people aren't supposed to feel pain or distress every single day. try to compare your pain levels with other people's. even if it's "not that bad". even if you think something is normal

talk to other chronically people. find your community. reddit forums >>>> webmd

i cannot stress this enough check with your doctor if and or how your meds interact with each other, especially if you're starting a new medication

put your meds where you can see them, whether it's your bedside drawer or your desk or the kitchen table. stick post it notes everywhere you can see. set an alarm. set three alarms

for the love of fuck don't drink if your meds don't mix with alcohol. or at least drink responsibly. personally i find that im okay if i have one glass of wine or a beer after a full meal; if you do prioritise drinking over whatever side effects you will potentially have, drink responsibly

that being said, you're allowed to have nice things sometimes, whether it's drinks or a food you can't really eat, or going to bed later

if you need to spend a lot of time in bed, invest in a bedside drawer, or just put a spare chair next to your bed. stuff i try to make sure is always within my reach: water, pain relief cream, tissues, charger and headphones

big water bottle or just straight up a huge plastic bottle near the bed and/or your pc. if you don't like drinking water, juice or soda work just as well

coke zero has anti nausea properties because they put too much artificial sweetener in it and have to counteract it

sleep schedule. lack of sleep can make your pain levels a lot worse

you need to eat. if you don't have energy to cook, ramen and instant soups/instant mash potatoes are a godsent. there's all kinds of dry instant meals. snacks aren't the same as a full meal, but if you have issues with eating a bag of crisps is better than nothing

learn what your body needs. try to notice if there's any patterns. how many hours of sleep do to need? how many spoons do you have on average? what makes your symptoms worse? what makes them better?

mental illness is just as much of an illness as a physical syndrome. you wouldn't expect someone with a broken leg to walk as fast as someone without one. if you're dealing with depression you shouldn't expect for yourself to do the same amount of things as a person who isn't depressed

you can and should ask your doctor as many questions as you need. ask your doctor if you can contact them outside appointments. from experience, most psychiatrists are okay with being texted if you're in a crisis situation and need help/advice immediately

sometimes you're just not able to do something or perform at the same level that people without your condition can. it's really frustrating but you shouldn't have to push yourself to do something which is harder for you than it is for others

write shit down. as someone who is dealing with memory loss, often if i don't write something down it's gone from my brain forever. whether it's notes app or a cute notebook or just a random piece of paper that's lying around, developing a habit to put something down in writing if you notice it is helpful. if journalling is something you enjoy, keeping a mood/other symptoms tracker is a great idea. there's also journalling apps, and different kinds of trackers

half assing things is better than not doing anything at all. wash one plate instead of the entire dishes. clean one part of your room. eat one bite

your body is your friend. don't do things that are bad for it, or at least try to aim not to

that being said, sometimes you do end up choosing to do something that you know you're going to regret later. plan it ahead so you have time to rest after. f e if i do a lot of walking i need to clear my schedule for the next few days because i know i won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow

learn your patterns. what makes you feel better? what alleviates your pain? if you feel bad right now, or on the contrary your symptoms are more manageable than usual, is there something youve done differently today?

sometimes dealing with illness is like taking care of a small child. sometimes the child is throwing a tantrum. sometimes you want to strangle the child

self dx is valid. that being said, if you have an opportunity to see a doctor, absolutely go do it. even if you don't think you actually have the thing. even if it's not that bad. even if it's not disabling. it doesn't hurt to have a medical professional look at your stuff

most importantly, be patient with yourself. most likely you have limitations other people don't, and that's okay. some people can run a marathon and for some walking from their room to their kitchen is a challenge, and neither is better/worse/more valid. physical weakness is not a personal flaw

#pls tell me if theres typos i double checked but yknow #long post #chronic illness #ref #not putting this under a cut btw #advice column #ira talks

[pcttrailsidereader]

The Power of the Trail

I responded to Karen Linehan's story at several levels. While not nearly as familiar with Fred Canyon as Karen is, I love the ascent into the Lagunas from the south. There is something about becoming so familiar with a stretch of trail that you appreciate and notice the subtleties and the changes that occur seasonally. I also value the therapeutic quality of a long hike. Over the years, that has been the way I have processed much of my life. And finally, just seeing Karen's panorama stimulated my hiking juices. I could feel the gentle, cool breeze on my face as I took a full, deep breath rounding this corner on the trail.

By Karen Linehan

I had a very emotional week, which is very rare for me. A number of personal things popped up the previous weekend and bored holes into my brain all week, compounding into very dark thoughts. Having Friday off helped, but by Saturday, my two friends had dropped from our biweekly “PCT Pals” hike. I considered wallowing for another day, and turned off my Sunday alarm. As luck would have it, a stupid reminder text came in loudly at 6AM, so I got up, had a leisurely coffee, and considered hiking anyway. Why not?

Before the pandemic, I hiked solo all the time. It might help my mood—endorphins and all. The weather was supposed to be cool, so I pivoted, changing the south Riverside County section to a more central San Diego stretch, and hit the road after the sun had come up, making plans along the way. I do not live my life this way, let alone prepare for a hike.

In 2020 I started PCT Pals, a small hiking group for my girlfriends to get out, walk on some dirt, and breathe fresh air during the COVID lockdown. Over two years, we completed the San Diego County section-plus, doing combinations of several segments many times. I had grown tired of my most favorite section out of Boulder Oaks—plus everyone and their brother had discovered Kitchen Creek Falls during the pandemic, so my go-to was out. To mix things up and to get in a good climb, I decided to start and end in random Mile Markers. The south-facing climb out of Fred Canyon is always hard and often hot, depending on when you arrive. But the weather was fair—hot sun, cool/cold breeze. Perfect hiking weather. My brain was clearing, I was feeling good, the birds were singing in hyperdrive, and I met several enthusiastic thru hikers, which always buoys a mood.

At Mile 33—in fact, in any San Diego section—thru hikers are always bright and cheery, mostly clean, proud of themselves for getting started, and hopeful about completing their journeys. The first 20 miles can be a killer of a hike (literally so in some years). So surviving Hauser Canyon and learning to live their lives out of a small bag on their backs really is something to be proud of. Everyone has their journey, their struggles. Life is not like a box of chocolates, it’s like a hike.

Adding to my fears and worries of the week, I also had what was, hopefully, my final colonoscopy. I had forgotten about the fast the day before, which didn’t help my tender mood. There was a lot riding on this procedure and, as it turned out, I needed another biopsy. The last one had revealed cancer. I had to wait a day and a half for the results, and the memories of daily radiation and nausea and chemo sores and the prolonged healing process, etc., moved into the growing wormholes of my brain and feasted on what was left of my sanity. I finally got the all-clear, but I was completely wrung out, and really needed fresh air and open views. Things happen for a reason, they really do, and I was glad to have this time to myself.

I hiked up and out of Fred Canyon in a mental zone, as you do on a hard uphill, focusing on my breath and hoping the breeze would keep me cool. The chaparral has grown higher over the years, but a couple rocky lookouts still make great places to take a breath and assess. Which I did. This is the view. I had passed this spot before with the PCT Pals and briefly acknowledged my feelings, quickly moving on.  

Today as I stopped and looked out over the springtime San Diego backcountry, I reflected on my journey. Four years ago I was out on a long solo hike from my favorite trailhead in Boulder Oaks. I used to do this section in a number of ways and get in 14, 18, 20 miles, depending on my training goal. I hadn’t felt good physically for a long time, with increasing doctor visits and lab tests and no answers. As extreme athletes will tell you, there is pain every day and the hard part is knowing what is injury, real fatigue, and what is acceptable pain. I reached this lookout in tears. I knew I was sick. I couldn’t push through it anymore and I had to find out. It was this spot. The place where I looked inside myself and accepted the reality that something was very wrong and I had to push others to find out. Which I did.

So today as I reached this place on my favorite section of PCT, I took in the view. What irony, happening to do this section following my final colonoscopy. I felt good. I felt healthy and strong. I cast off memories of the journey, the sickness, the treatment, the painful healing process. I accepted health and freedom. I looked out at this view and once again saw it simply for the beauty that it is.

#Fred Canyon #Lagunas #Boulder Oaks

[screechingkingdomhottub]

eating "healthy"

Sup so a lot of you youngings dont know what health truly is. Let me explain. Health is doing things that your body or mind is benefitted by. That's what it is. Here are some things that are commonly thought of as healthy but are actually unhealthy: - Fasting. No honey, that's starving yourself (unless for God or something but even then there's usually advice to be careful about it, as I understand it during Ramadan you don't fast if it's unsafe for you, which is a really important caveat, well done Islam! but I'm not muslim so pls dont take my word as fact) Eating is incredibly important and you shouldn't make yourself ill starving and causing yourself to lack nutrients for "health" - Cutting stuff out cold turkey. Unless it's like a super serious addiction, you should be able to ween yourself off of things, this is much healthier and less of a shock to the system.

-Smoking weed (cmon I know my branding haha), look I'll admit that some tests and personal anecdotes are concluding that CBD can be helpful in pain relief and sleep. However, smoking a mind altering substance may not be incredibly healthy due to the smoking part. Mind altering can also mess with people's mental healths sometimes and cause you to have panic attacks or similar, but that's not everyone's experience. Wow how nuanced damn I'm growing up...Weed bad! dont do it! hate everyone that does it! yknow i just dont have the energy to have that kinda hate anymore like i just got so much love now it's actually so weird. It does have side effects and it's tiring defending that it can be bad but I think the general opinion is beginning to realise people just wanna get high and I'm realising I'm salty cause I'm an alcoholic. I'm sober but like damn I wish I could have fun. Anyway that brings me to: - Red wine. "Red wine is good for your cholesterol". Anyone saying that does not know what a cholesterol is. It's when too much of a fatty substance is in your blood. Alcohol has so many risks and especially wine which hits you slower and tastes like juice (this is from a guy who downed bottles of wine in 5 minutes...it's so easy and so dangerous) , alternatives are: nuts and oily fish mainly. Have some fruit and veg. So all health is a lie? Not exactly, you can be healthy but like here's some things on the flip side. Things people think are unhealthy but are healthy.

Laziness. Be Lazy Sometimes. 99.9% of the time, people want a lazy day to have a day of rest. They're overworking themselves. Doing a thing every day is great and admirable but if your brain is dying then it isn't worth that one leg day. You can skip leg day today. <3

Fat. So much fat food. Here's the deal, some fat food is good for you. There's literally a thing called good fats. Unsaturated fats are the good ones: nuts and fish. Also a little bit of "bad" fat is good because fat itself gives you vitamins such as Vitamin A, Vitamin D and vitamin E. A helps your vision and defend against illness. D helps your bones, your mood and your immunity. (love vitamin D, take the supplements if you live in the UK they change your life mate) and Vitamin E helps healthy skin and eyes. Trust me, you'd rather have a lower risk of skin cancer than a little bit of a belly.

Sugar. Having a little bit of desert or pudding is not going to kill you. What people mean is they don't want you to eat nothing but sugar and get tooth decay.

Gaining weight. OH YEAH IM COMING FOR THIS ONE. So for the record, I'm a very low stakes body builder now. I have gained about 10kg of muscle in the past year (my god that's an unbelievable amount) and the way people in the scene treat their bodies is insane. People assume we're all healthy but it's horrible to put your body through the bulking and cutting like your kidneys can't keep up with the protein and your stomach is confused trying to digest it all and your poor intestines too. Just cause someone looks super muscly doesn't mean they are. Gaining weight isn't always bad, sometimes people desperately need to. Also if you've previously not been eating enough then your stomach will think you're overeating when you're eating normally. This eventually passes as your body adjusts but gaining weight at this point means you're eating enough and your brain will be fully prepared to function. This is something I see particularly common with people recovering from EDs. They get scared to see they're gaining weight and think they're eating too much but it's really just their body needing to adjust to the correct amount. Also you need to eat to get nutrients, important ones especially.

If this is useful pls let me know. If it's not useful...fuck you

#health #healthy #nutrition #wellbeing #wellness

[ayodya-mga2023mi3459]

Week 1 - Find and learn about yourself

During our little self-exploration session on this week, we were hit with some thought-provoking questions. And guess what? It turns out I discovered some things about myself that I never even knew existed! Who knew a simple questionnaire could lead to such self - discovery ? And we have been diving into the fascinating world of semiotics and visual language in design. We also explored the mysterious realm of VARK modalities. Let me tell you about this VARK thing we encountered. It's like a secret decoder for learning styles! And guess what? I cracked the code and found out which modality works best for me. It's like my learning superhero power! You know what, when it comes to auditory, reading, writing, and kinesthetic learning, I'm learning really fast. I'm all focused and attentive. But when it comes to visual learning, oh boy, I'm like a squirrel chasing shiny objects! My attention span goes out the window! It's like my brain has a secret mission to explore every distraction in sight!

Into weekly submissions... So we were assigned to make a juice box and an infographic.

JUICE BOX - Let me spill the juice box secrets to you! So, I had this brilliant idea of creating a juice box specifically for kids. But let me tell you, my brainstorming session went wild! I had all these crazy and impractical ideas flying around. But then, a lightbulb moment happened! I thought, why not make the juice box in the shape of a robot? It's super easy with boxes! And when it comes to packaging, it's gonna be a showstopper in the local market. Kids won't be able to resist it! But here's the funny part, I wanted to add ears to the robot using bottle caps, but I couldn't crack the code on how to do it! Any ideas, genius? And also I used sort of bright colours because obviously kids love bright and vibrant colors.

INFOGRAPHIC - Moving on to my infographic journey! At first, I was all like, "Let's talk about how people misuse technology these days!" But then, a wild idea appeared! I thought, why not shine a light on Enclophobia? It's like a secret topic that nobody talks about, but it's so eye-opening! Not many people know about it, and I wanted to change that. And you know what? I even used the color palette of extroverts for this. So, it's gonna be vibrant and attention-grabbing!

Can you believe it? The first week at AOD has come to an end, just like that! And let me tell you, it was a rollercoaster of fun and learning! I had a blast and soaked up knowledge like a sponge. Now, I'm eagerly looking forward to your blog about week two!

[enne-uni]

Hii enne :33

Anemone: Favorite flower?

Common Boneset: What are you looking forward to?

Beebalm: Do you have a best friend? Who is it?

Lavender: What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

Glory-of-the-Snow: What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life?

Have fun <333

Helloo! Thanks for the ask :D

(This got a tad long [sorry ;-;] so under the cut!)

Anemone: Many. But mostly lily of the valley (love their scent, I always gather them when they’re growing in spring). Also forget-me-nots. They have a cool name and are cute.

Common Boneset: Christmas I think? The future isn’t a thing I’m thinking about right now lol

Beebalm: My two siblings probably. They’re the people I can talk about anything with. (But the person I call my best friend is also very cool. We’re very different, though. I’m not even sure how we became friends?? I think I just hated her less than everyone else lmao.)

Lavender: I’m fast at learning things! So I know a lot of random stuff and have a good memory.

Glory of the snow: hoo boy lessa go :]

My siblings. They’re always there for me and know me the best.

This tumblr community! I don’t have many irl friends, so it makes this very important.

Writing. The moment I realised I could actually do something about the ideas and stories in my brain was my best. (Also I’ve met many awesome people [like you] because of it.)

My general life situation. A lot of people have it so hard, and nothing is always the best or easiest, but I’m still very lucky.

Human nature, for some reason? I think humans are funky, fascinating little creatures. It’s cool and cruel at the same time.

Less creative answer: chocolate. Mnnn yea.

Creativity! Everything would be so boring without art.

Rain and snow and weather otherwise. It’s so funny how it does that.

This strawberry juice I’m drinking rn. It’s good man.

Flowers :3

Secret 11th answer is you, Six, but don’t tell anyone shhh

That’s all yay! Thanks again, it was fun!

[icarusthelunarguard]

This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter. Better yet! Check out “Heart of the Game, Fredonia” and see if they can sell you those D12’s with the symbols on them. Tell them “Shujin Tribble” sentcha. And “Hail, Hail, Fredonia!” Home of the Blue Devil!

This week… It’s time for a POST-DISCO kick in the music feels. So brush off your calf-wrap wedges and let’s BOOGIE!.

Aries 

Comin’ in STRONG! K.C. and the Sunshine Band’s mega-hit “That’s the Way I Like It” from 1975! No, it’s not POST-Disco - it is very much totally Disco! With the simple four drum pattern and the swelling horn section behind the funky bass playin’. This week, this is your new workout song. If you strut to it down the street people will know you’re a bad muthuh! 

Taurus 

A lot of Disco, a lot of R&B, a whole LOT of funk… Three words will pull you into the mood: Earth… Wind… Fire! Another massive hit from 1979 this time is “Boogie Wonderland”. Put that song on and just groove to the bass player again, because it’s the kind of sound that just deserves to be appreciated for a change. This week put on that track, pop in your ear buds, close your eyes, and just immerse yourself in that track.

Gemini  

Continuing to move up the years you’re getting a great one-hit wonder from 1982. The group is Indeed and the song is “Last Night a DJ Saved My Life”. We’re making this one nice and quick for you; go find and watch some episodes of WKRP in Cincinnati, specifically the pilot episode, and weep for the days when live on-air DJ’s brought people together to enjoy music. OH, and the magic word of the day? “BOOGER!”

Cancer Moon-Child 

Somethin’ Kool in the night for you, Cancer. Once upon a time ago this song title spurred a drinking slogan and it’s still in use today. 1979’s “Ladies’ Night” by Kool & The Gang. Another great bass performance you should catch, but it’s slips by super fast: That sliding bass note JUST as the song starts just makes the mood. This week surprise folks with something fun just before an inter-office meeting; like coffee and donuts… or a suggestion to cut the meeting at 7 minutes, finished or not.   

Leo 

Bouncing up to 1983 here’s a great synth-heavy beat from Denice Williams; “Let’s Hear It For The Boy” doesn’t use bass guitar the same way so many of these other songs do, but the lick is still pretty special. This week go watch the video for this song and get an appreciation for the background dancers’ skill! You could still dance like that too if you’d just get over yourself. 

Virgo 

Slipping back one year to 1982 brings us to one of the Grand Poobahs of funk and soul and R&B and greatness on a level hard to over appreciate. The singer-songwriter this time is Stevie Wonder… and honestly we could just stop right there and you’d be smiling ear to ear, right? But we promised a single song, so for you go back and listen to “Do I Do”, and enjoy all the happy brain juices you’ll be getting from it.

Libra 

Switching gears in a BIG way takes us to 1979 and one fabulous group that’s re-gained attention years after their hay-day. “Shine a Little Love” from the Electric Light Orchestra isn’t their biggest hit by any stretch, but holy smokes the engineering mix on that song is great! Just listen to that drum kit and the high hat! Seriously if you aren’t air-drumming to this thing by the second verse there’s something wrong. 

Scorpio 

You’re getting something a lot cooler, calmer, smoother, and it rounds out 1979 in a way that smooth brandy might do. It’s “The Second Time Around” by Shalamar. Seriously, it’s just slick and groovy and just relaxes in a special way that’s still inspiring. This week, enjoy something more in that range… smooooooth!

Sagittarius 

OHHHH! Now dig THIS! You’re getting The S.O.S. Band’s 1980 slammer, “Take Your Time, Do It Right”. Dig that bass line! “Boo BAUW boo BEE boop… bap. Boo BAUW boo BEE boop.” It’s on a synth instead of a bass guitar, but DAMN that line just sings! This week, shave your chest hair, open two extra buttons on your shirt, and just strut the week away.. But PLEASE, two buttons from the top!

Capricorn 

Look, we were going to give this one to Aquarius, but they’re always thinking we’ve got it out for them, so… Sorry-not-sorry. You’re getting the 1981… erm… “hit” isn’t the right word for it. Uhm… “Musical Release”? The name is “Walking on Thin Ice” by.. And PLEASE don’t hurt us… Yoko Ono. I KNOW! I KNOW! Just… C’mon. Just be a bro for Aquarius this one time, ok? I mean, Hey! How bad could it be, right?

Aquarius 

Never let it be said we don’t pull strings for you! Because not ONLY did we shift that song off you, but you’re getting MAHRVIN! That’s right, your song from Marvin Gaye is “Sexual Healing” from 1982. Yeah, it got a lot of attention for what his voice did to people across the FM Dial back in the day, and it was worth it! He did a lot of music before his untimely passing… so go down that rabbit hole and enjoy his catalog.

Pisces  

You know this song, even if you don’t know this song. Also released in 1982 you’re getting Patrice Rushen’s “Forget Me Nots”. Those of you that already know, don’t give away the experience to those that don’t know already. Trust us, you're gunna think you know the song, but you’ll be wrong. This week… re-think your preconceived notions and enjoy the experience.

And THOSE are your Horrible-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook and Discord.

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