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cameronspecial · 10 months

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Thorn In My Side, Rose In My Hand (Part 6)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Under Age Drinking, Under Age Marijuana Use, Violence and Displays of Toxic Relationship Acts. If I missed one, please let me know.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.1K

Summary: Rafe throws a party in an attempt to see Y/N. Y/N finds out a heart breaking truth.

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Rafe knows Y/N is ignoring him. No matter what he tries, she never so much as utters a word in his direction. So he is giving her some space. He could say that he isn’t throwing a party for the sole purpose of hopefully seeing Y/N for a split second if she chooses to come, but he’d be lying. Normally, he goes from room to room to check on people. Today, he is in the kitchen, guarding the stuff he bought specifically for Y/N in case she shows up. He sees someone reaching for the hard kombucha in the fridge, “Touch that can and I will throw you out of my house faster than you can say kombucha.” The person quickly closed the fridge and exited the kitchen. “You better not be opening that Oreo package,” he threatens to Mason, who Rafe knows has been eyeing the package.

“Dude, come on. I told you that she isn’t coming. She went to something that Wilson is holding. It sounded fancy. So let me just have one, please,” Mason begs while he inches toward the package again.

“Still you never know. Maybe she’ll get bored and stop by?”

“I love you, dude. And I want to see you guys together, but I think it’s time to call it. I don’t want you to get your hopes up.”

“I know my chances. I still have hope though. We are meant to be, I just know it.”

———

Y/N sits at the dinner table with all of Wilson’s friends. He is having a dinner soirée. Honestly, Y/N is bored out of her mind, but Wilson is her boyfriend and this is typically a girlfriend's duty. La Bleue Fleur is catering and the topic of conversation is that uninteresting Civil War documentary that Wilson made her watch. Y/N is pushing around the leftover garnish on her plate as she is the first person to finish eating. “Y/N, what did you think of Timothy Satonis’ masterpiece?” Allen asks, looking toward the girl. She is caught off guard by the question because she has mostly been left out of the conversation. “Uhh, not gonna lie, I zoned out during the movie. Docs really aren’t my thing,” she replies to the group, which causes them to look at her with horror in their eyes. The group is awkwardly silent for a second before Wilson directs the conversation to something Y/N can be involved in, “Did you guys know Y/N is Cassie Y/L/N’s daughter?”

This sparks a conversation between the dinner guests. “Have you met her?” Hailey questions excitedly. Wilson smiles with pride, “Yes, I have. We met when I took Y/N to Midsummer. Later on, I gave her a manuscript of my book when I visited Y/N’s house the other day. Hopefully, she can pass it on to her publisher and it gets published.” Y/N finds it strange that Wilson would say it like he was the one to ask her to Midsummer when in reality she is the one to ask him out. “That is an amazing idea. Y/N, what is your favourite book of hers?” Josh inquiries. “Um, probably Murder in The Deep. The series is inspired by my love of murder mysteries and the main character, Arabella, is modelled after me. So it feels pretty personal and sentimental to me. She even mentions me in the dedication and named a murder victim after me.” “I see. Wilson did not tell us you were one of those types of readers,” Josh remarks with judgement in his tone. She turns towards Wilson to see if he will stand up for her. He doesn’t, so Y/N once again zones out as everyone else continues talking about her mom like she is not there. She feels a little uncomfortable, but she doesn’t say anything to avoid making anyone else feel the same way.

After dinner and dessert are finished, the evening continues in the family room with a game of trivia. Y/N is usually good at trivia as she is on track to being valedictorian and she loves to know random, obscure facts. However, this game of trivia is all related to the same topics, which bore her to death. “If you’re a fan of Ella Fitzgerald, Benny Goodman, and Miles Davis, which museum in Kansas City will be music to your ears?” Allen reads from the card. Hailey rings her bell quickly, “Amerian Jazz Museum!” The group claps at her answer. Y/N didn’t even know there was a museum only for Jazz music, let alone that it was in Kansas City. Hailey takes the next card, “Bela Bartok and Romantic composer Franz Liszt are typically considered the greatest composers to emerge from what European nation?” Y/N wants to be included in the game, so she tries to take a guess at the answer and rings her bell, “Is it Germany?” Wilson shakes his head in disappointment and she can see the embarrassment in his eyes. “Of course, it is not Germany, Y/N. Everyone knows they are from Hungary. If you do not know the answer, then do not bother answering the question,” he chastises and Y/N feels as though she is a child.

“Excuse me, I’m going to go to the bathroom,” Y/N excuses as she gets up to find the bathroom, hoping to escape the situation. Y/N knew she should stand up for herself, but she didn’t wanna make a scene because that would also be embarrassing. She is walking back to the family room when she hears her name being spoken. She stops just outside of the family room archway, hiding behind the wall. “I do not understand why you are dating her. She has no substance at all. She is vapid and I do not know how you can spend so much time with her,” she hears Hailey complain. This absolutely guts Y/N because this is another one of her insecurities. When compared to the intelligent life of the part, Elizabeth Huntington, she felt uninteresting with her more reserved personality. However, nothing prepares her for the feeling of what Wilson says next. “It is about looking at the advantages. Y/N may be vapid, but I got to meet Cassie and hopefully, I can be mentored by her. It is the only reason why I asked her out. I heard a rumour that the Y/L/N’s like to spend time on the beach where we met. I figured I was bound to meet one of them eventually.”

Y/N could continue to just stand there and be sorry for herself, but her blood is now boiling and she decides to stand up for herself, no matter how much she wants to cry right now. She steps out from behind the wall, “I may be vapid, but at least, I’m not a lonely boy, who is so obsessed with an author that I stalked her and her family. It is so sad that you used another human being just to get your boring ass manuscript read. My mom showed me the manuscript and we both agree that you sound like a giant stick in the mud even when you write. You don’t have to worry about putting up with me any longer because we are over!” This isn’t her finest moment, but she storms out in a hurry. She can only make it so far before she realizes that she could not walk home all the way. Her vision is blurry, meaning she could not see three feet in front of her.

She decides it is safer to call someone to come pick her up. She takes out her phone and dials her brother’s number, “Dude, why are you calling? Are you a boomer? Anyways leave a message at the beep.” Voicemail. She calls her parents and gets voicemail again. Right, they are staying on the mainland for the night because her mom has a back-to-back book signing there. She goes to call Lacey, but notices she has a voicemail from her friend. “Y/NNNNN, I love youuuuu. Before you ask, I amz totes not drink. Drink. Drunk, lol. Okay, maybe I am. But, I wants you to know I loves you. Alsoooo, I total- total- totally made out with Derren. He is so h-” The voicemail cuts off before Lacey could finish her drunken rant. This causes Y/N to stop crying for a second and giggle at Lacey’s drunken antics. But the realization that she only has one other person to call whom she felt comfortable with makes her feel anxious because she is not even sure he is going to answer her call after the way she has been ignoring him.

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Rafe sits on his couch with Elizabeth on his lap and her tongue down his throat. He was able to convince her that saying Y/N’s name during Midsummer was a mistake, which leads to them having been making out for the last ten minutes. Even with the raging music of the party, Rafe could hear the beginning notes of “The Book of You and I” by Alec Benjamin. It is the ringtone he assigned for Y/N. He must admit it is a strange song to have chosen because it talks about a breakup and he and Y/N haven’t even started their story. The song reminds him of her and he knows Y/N loves the song just because of the mention of a book. She loves the idea of a love story being a book of the two people in the relationship. He immediately pulls away from Elizabeth, leaving the girl frustrated again to go answer the phone somewhere quieter. The song couldn’t even make it to the second note because Rafe answers it.

“Y/L/N, are you hurt?” he immediately interrogates with worry seeping into his voice. With Y/N ignoring him for the past couple of weeks, he knows it must be serious if she is calling him right now at night. “Ca- Can y- yo- you pi-pick m-e u-u-up, please?” he hears her struggle to say through her tears. Rafe’s eyebrows knit together in concern, “Absolutely, send me your pin and I’ll be there immediately.” Y/N whispers a meek okay and goodbye before hanging up the phone, not giving him a chance to ask further questions.

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Once again another party ended early for Y/N’s safety, but seeing as Rafe threw the party just to get her attention, he had no problem with ushering everyone out of his house as fast as he can. He doesn’t even wait for everyone to be gone before hopping into his jeep and driving off to the location Y/N sent him. He held very little regard for his own safety as he drove past stop signs and red lights. All that matters is making sure she is safe. He finally gets to his destination, the end of Wilson’s driveway. Y/N sits on the decorative rock in a full-on sobbing fit. Rafe jumps out after double-checking he put the car in park. He wraps his arms around her shoulders and pulls her into his neck without saying a word. After a few minutes, she calms down enough to tell him what happened. “He was only dating me to get to my mom. He said I was vapid and I know it’s true, but it just hurts to hear someone else confirm it.” Rafe blood boils at how Wilson made Y/N feel, “You are not vapid. You’re a rose. When you meet a new person, you are the bud. You are more reserved around them. But when you start to bloom, your passion, love, and joy start to show. Just like how when a rose starts to open up you start to see the beautiful red colour that hides within. Wilson was just too selfish and boring for you to do anything interesting with him.” She smiles up at him and nods her head in understanding. “Wait, here for a second. I’m going to go do something real quick before we leave,” he explains before getting up and walking toward the front door.

Rafe knocks on the auspicious door and waits for Wilson to open it. “What are y-” Wilson tries to say, but he is interrupted by Rafe’s fist punching him in the face. “Come near Y/N again and I’ll do a whole lot worse,” he warns, running off toward Y/N. She stands there shocked at what just happened. She giggles at the image of Rafe coming towards her. He grabs her hand as he passes by and drags her toward his car. Once he helps her up, he goes around and drives off, watching in the back mirror as Wilson and his friends finally catch up to the street. Rafe pulls out his phone to play “Getaway Car” by Taylor Swift, which causes Y/N to fall into hysterics.

Rafe drives Y/N to Tannyhill because he knows her parents aren’t home and that Mason is probably still in a guest room with Amanda, even after the party is ended. “Where is everyone?” Y/N ponders out loud as she sees the empty house. Mason told her about the party Rafe was throwing. “Sent them home when you called,” he informs her without skipping a beat. He says it in a matter-of-fact way that she knows he doesn’t want her to feel guilty. The car stops and they see Mason come out to join them outside. “Dude, where did you go?” Mason pauses when he sees the tear-streaked face belonging to his twin. “Y/N/N, what’s wrong?” “Wilson was only dating me because of mom,” Y/N mumbles, attaching herself to Rafe. His being there during her time of vulnerability has caused her to feel comfort in his grasp. Mason’s face contorts into anger, “HE DID WHAT! I’M GOING TO KILL HIM!” Y/N quickly goes to her brother’s side and puts her arm out so he can’t get past her. “Don’t worry. Rafe already punched him for me,” she assures her brother, who pulls her into a hug. “Mace, you didn’t pick up your phone.” He grimaces and places a kiss on her forehead, “I know, I’m sorry.” “It’s okay, Rafe was there,” she whispers in the nook. “Should we go home?” Mason asks. “No, can we go to the balcony?” She replies, looking between Mason and Rafe. Both boys nod and follow her to her desired destination.

Rafe and Y/N make a quick stop to get her more comfortable clothes, so Mason goes to get some snacks. Rafe goes past his room, heading towards Sarah’s room. He looks back to check in with Y/N and notices she isn’t following him. She is paused at his door, waiting for him to follow her. “What’s wrong? Sarah’s room is this way,” he points in the direction of the room. Y/N looks at her feet while shifting her weight between the two, “Actually, can I borrow some of your clothes, please? They are comfy.” Rafe smiles at her suggestion, “Of course, you can, Y/L/N.” he takes her inside. He gives her a plain gray T-shirt and black sweatpants. It may be a mundane outfit, but Rafe loved how she looked in his clothes. She is practically swimming in his shirt because he is so much taller than her and she had to tie her sweatpants very tight so they wouldn’t slip down so much. They both giggle at her constant need to pull up the pants as they head to the balcony.

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Mason sits opposite from Y/N and Rafe with a joint in hand while Y/N cuddles herself into Rafe’s arms. They’ve been talking about anything and everything just to cheer Y/N up. “Why the dude never used contractions was so fucking weird. He sounded like such an old person,” Mason jokes while taking a drag of his blunt. Rafe laughs, “Those stupid button-up shirts he’d wear all the damn time. With his name monogrammed onto them. He looked like such a douchebag in them.” This continuous mockery of Wilson has cheered Y/N up. “I caught him ironing the collar of it. Only an asshole is that uptight,” she joins in while taking a swing of her hard kombucha. The boys nod in agreement. Mason snubs out the joint and gets up from his seat, “I’m gonna head to bed. Y/N, you cool if we sleep here?” She nods; originally, she was supposed to sleep over at Wilson’s house. With that, Mason leaves the two alone.

They sit in comfortable silence, drinking their drinks and looking up at the stars. She has now shifted so her head is on his chest and his arm is around her neck. Y/N opens up the pack of Oreos placed on the coffee table in front of them. She untwists the top of the one she picks up and gives the bottom with the cream on it to Rafe. Understanding what she wants him to do, he grabs the bottom and eats the cream for her before handing it back to her. Y/N and Wilson never had this unspoken language while they were dating. “Why doesn’t anyone love me for me?” She wonders as she gives him another Oreo. “Someone does. He’s just waiting for you to be ready,” Rafe whispers without realizing that she heard him. She looks up at him from her position and he looks down at her. She closes her eyes and starts to lean in to kiss him. No matter how much he wishes he could lean down to meet her lips, he knows this isn’t the right moment, so he pulls away. “As much as I want to kiss you right now, I would rather our first kiss be when you are feeling less vulnerable and are 100% sober,” he tells her. Disappointment is written all over her face, but she knows that he made the right decision. She would prefer their first kiss to feel more right and not just because he is there being sweet to her after a breakup. She nuzzles back into his chest and they go back to just enjoy each other’s company. Her light snores tell him she has fallen asleep and instead of waking her up from her slumber, he picks her up and takes her to the other guest bedroom. He tucks her into the bed and admires the serene look on her face as she sleeps. He lightly kisses her forehead and goes back to his room to welcome the sleep.

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#thorn in my side rose in my hand #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron series #outer banks #outer banks imagine #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks x reader #outer banks x you

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shankss-magnificent-ass · 2 years

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Imagine earning your keep with the Beast Pirate

You: *gets dumped, face-first, on Kaido's ship by the weirdness of the grand line*

Kaido: *watched you eat shit on deck when you fell*

You: *doesn't move*

Kaido: You okay?

You: I think, I'm a little afraid to move. *Makes a small attempt* oh I'm fine.

Kaido: good good, now how did you get on my ship? You: your what now? *Looks round* Oh, I have no clue how I got here.

Kaido: I'm feeling generous, I won't throw you over board, but you'll be put to work later. In the meantime, join us for a shooting competition.

You: I don't know how to shoot.

Kaido: I'll show you.

A week later during a battle onboard the ship

You: *holding your own dual wielding pistols*

King: *getting ganged up on by several strong opponents and is struggling*

You: *finished off your opponent, and takes the opportunity to snipe all but three of them*

King: *smirks at you because you've exceeded his expectations*

Really large enemy: *scoops you up and throws you at King*

You: *grabs onto the nearest thing to stop yourself from falling, which happens to be King's wing.*

King: *jerks back when you scramble up his wing, onto his shoulder*

You: Don't mind me, *uses his shoulder as a snipers nest to pick off enemies*

At the end of the battle

You: We make a good team *grins over at him*

King: get down

You: of course *climbs down*

A few days later on an island to restock the pantries

You: *combing the stony banks of a delta when you find a fossil geode*

King: *taking a breather from gathering wood when you surprise him*

You: King! Do you have your katana?

King: it's right he- wait, why?

You: I need help breaking this open *shows him the stone*

King: *plucks it out of your hands and cracks it in half like it's an Oreo.* What's this?

You: what'd I get? *Stretches up onto your toes, trying to get a look at it.*

King: *shows you the shimmery fossil within* Where'd you get this?

You: Oh cool! That's an opalized trilobite! I found it on the shore, along with a bunch of other cool stuff. Anyway, that's for you. *Hopping down off his shoe*

King: for me?

You: yeah, it's a “Thank You” gift for not throwing or incinerating me during the battle the other day.

King: oh, no problem I guess, but how did you find this?

You: gotta know what to look for, come on I'll show you.

Later that night at dinner

Kaido: *Sitting with his all-stars watching you examine and sort your rock hounding haul on deck* What are they doing? *looks at King* What the fuck are you doing?

King: *also sorting and examining his rock haul.* hmm? Oh uh, they know about rocks and fossils and shit. They showed me a little about how to find them, see? *Shows Kaido his new collection like an excited crow*

Kaido: Since when have you two been buddy buddy?

King: *shrugs his shoulders and hands Kaido the fossil you gave him* look what they gave me for not incinerating them during the last battle.

Jack: you're running a protection racket on Kaido-sama's ship?

King: what no, they got thrown at me, and then they used my shoulders as a sniper's nest.

Queen: a protection racket is a good idea.

Kaido: *smacks Queen* I've never seen anything like this... Did they find anything else?

King: I don't know, they said they were going out again tomorrow.

Kaido: (y/n)! I'd like to go look at rocks with you tomorrow.

The next day

Kaido: *rummaging around the bank for precious stones* Is this a fossil or bone, I can't tell.

You: let me see *puts it on your tongue* it sticks, so it’s bone.

Kaido: There's no fucking way you can tell that way.

You: *shrugs* it's the way I was taught, and it's never failed me, you can also tell by the weight, a fossil is heavier than bone. But if it's not a fossil, who cares. If it makes you happy, keep it. *Hands him the bone back.* Oh! Mushrooms! *runs off into the tree line.

Kaido: *grumbles and shoves it in his pocket *

At the end of the afternoon

Kaido: *now considers you amongst his most valuable subordinates after he watches you dig up a large branch of fossilized wood with amber sticking out*

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #king one piece #one piece king #king the wildfire #king the conflagration x reader #king the conflagration #king the wildfire x reader #one piece kaido #beast pirates #one piece queen #one piece jack #queen the plague #animal kingdom pirates #from the depths of the dragon's hoard #tma original #9/10/22 #no beta we die like men

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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can I request dedicated boyfriend!hotch studying up on judaism with Reid in his lunch breaks so when Hanukkah comes around he starts surprising reader with his knowledge and he may or may not give Jack sort of a blended chrismukkah experience - this man would just try so hard to understand your culture like don’t even try to tell me he wouldn’t

I understand if you don’t want to write about Jewish holidays or don’t want to get them wrong but I saw you’re open to other requests so thought I’d give it a try

google was not nice to me in nailing down the correct english spellings of Hebrew words so if i should change anything please lmk!!

Jack is learning Hebrew. You're skeptical at first, because he's only seven, and you still get tongue-tied sometimes. But if you listen hard, he's kicking his legs back and forth against his car seat and reciting a blessing under his breath.

"What'cha saying back there, Jackers?" You peek at him from the rear view mirror, watching his eyes go wide in true kid fashion.

"Nothing!" It's the same way he says the word when he's trying to stuff a third, forbidden oreo into his mouth at bedtime, or when he's definitely not on Aaron's phone. It's a sweet thought, though, it really is, so you let it slide.

"Alright," You smile warmly at him, nodding, "Just thought I heard something."

You suspect it's Aaron's idea. Even more so when you come home to a ready-and-waiting menorah, two candles already set out.

"You're prepared," You tease Aaron, and he sends you a sly, slightly bashful smile. You press a kiss to his cheek in greeting that you know he'll reciprocate tenfold when you're alone, behaving civilly at least while his son is around.

"Okay Jack," You glance outside, winter nights coming faster than you're used to, "Do you wanna help light the candles?"

"Yes please!" He's just unlaced his shoes so when he comes sprinting over, he's wearing socks on the hardwood floor. You cringe, and Aaron stands straighter in an attempt to be able to catch him before he falls, but he reaches you without even slipping.

"Stand on the chair," You instruct, and he clamors up. You let him grab the first candle, keeping the shamash in your hands, "And put the candle into the first spot.

The menorah you'd bought has numbers on each space, but Jack's too eager to be helping out to notice them. He sticks the candle hastily in the third spot, and Aaron reaches for it.

"Right to left, buddy." He murmurs, and you stop dead from where you'd been going to adjust it yourself. He fixes it, only realizing that you're staring when he stands straight again.

"What?" He defends, "Reid taught me. He said you line them up from right to left but you light them from left to right. Is that not how you do it?"

"It is," You bite back a grin, "Just- nevermind, I'll say the blessings."

You'd been right. As soon as you start up, two other voices join you, and it takes all of your willpower not to stop dead in the middle of your sentence and kiss them both. Jack on the cheek, but Aaron definitely on the mouth.

Jack seems extra proud of his own mastery, and you can't say you aren't impressed yourself. His little voice barely trips up at all, and you can tell he's been practicing for a long time.

When you hand the candle to him, lit, he's especially careful in lighting the first one. When the flame transfers he lets out a breathy laugh, an exuberant sound full of giddiness, and you take the shamash from him with a grin of your own.

"Good job, buddy," You gush, leaning down to squeeze him in a hug, "Okay, are you ready for dinner? Dad made paaastaaa."

"And latkes," Aaron informs you, arms curling around your waist from behind as his lips hover by your ear, "They might not be the best pair in the world, but Jack wanted spaghetti tonight."

"No meatballs?" You raise an eyebrow.

"No meatballs." Aaron shakes his head, dropping a kiss to your cheek as Jack races to the table, "But we do have christmas cookies for dessert."

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wheels-of-despair · 1 year

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Revenge of the Freaks Summary: The Hellfire Club does April Fool's Day a little differently. Contains: Sweet revenge, don't try this at home. Words: 1k-ish Note: Part of my Evil Woman universe, but more of a Hellfire story than an explicit Eddie pairing. Can be read as a standalone.

Everybody expects to get pranked on April Fool's Day.

Everyone, everywhere, is suspicious of everything. Especially at Hawkins High. Even the cafeteria ladies get side-eyed when students pick up their trays, wondering if there's a little something extra in their pudding today. No one touches the salt and pepper shakers. No one accepts any gifts. Don't even bother trying to share your food. Check the toilet for plastic wrap before you use it. Beware the sink. For 24 hours, everyone is on high alert.

Because everyone is expecting to get pranked on April 1st.

They are not, however, expecting to get pranked on April 2nd.

As your April Fool's Day prank for the Hellfire table, you brought in cookies.

Not toothpaste Oreos. Those are a waste of both toothpaste and cookies. (Although nobody would've complained about being the designated Eater of the Creme Filling.)

Your April Fool's Day Cookies contained M&M's, Reese's Pieces, and Skittles. It counted as a prank because nobody was sure exactly what they were biting into, other than a circle of butter and sugar. But they were actually quite good. You passed them around, and you all shared a laugh and a few cookies. In case anyone was watching.

On April 2nd, when everyone let their guards down and thought they were safe again, Hellfire would strike.

People would suspect Eddie. Eddie was loud and lively and definitely stood out. The rest of you? Unless someone was looking for a punching bag, you all seemed to sort of fade into the background.

You'd be using this to your advantage.

You'd been plotting for months, and finally had a game plan in place.

For Jackie, who asked out Gareth on a dare and burst out laughing when he stuttered through his nervous response, a locker full of dead ladybugs. You'd found a pile of them in the attic and didn't want them to go to waste, so you swept them into a plastic bag and kept them for a special occasion. Showing her what a lady looked like seemed like a good one.

For Chip and his fancy new car, which he nearly ran over Jeff with while revving obnoxiously and laughing with his friends, a piece of bologna on the hood. It would fry in the sun during the school day and leave a marvelously discolored circle there, until his daddy paid to get it fixed. Until then, someone might throw out the phrase "asshole-mobile" a few times and hope it stuck.

For Brandon, who drew unflattering caricatures of Grant on the blackboard in first period every day for a week before he lost interest, a mouse trap would find its way into his backpack. A thoughtful gift for his creative hands. No idea how it got there.

For Troy, who successfully tripped Mike into Lucas one day and attempted to stuff Dustin into a locker the next, tiny bits of chocolate would appear on his chair. (The smaller the pieces, the faster they melt.) The boys had told you about a similar kind of incident with Troy in middle school, and you didn't want to ruin his reputation.

For Ashley, who took credit for spreading the rumor that you were spreading your legs for all of the freaks in town, a very professional-looking letter from the Hawkins Free Clinic would arrive at her house to inform her that she had a venereal disease. Several pamphlets on safe sex were included.

For Mrs. O'Donnell, whose hatred of Eddie seemed to intensify by the day, a loose screw on her desk chair. It would be a real shame if she were to fall on her ass so hard, it broke the stick that had been up it since 1962.

For Jason, who was generally unpleasant to you all, tiny balloons that appeared to be haunting him. Everywhere he went, a tiny balloon or two would appear on the ground nearby. This puzzled everyone, until somebody loudly suggested that he had to use those because regular condoms were too big for him. Wonder who that could have been.

And for the rest of the basketball team, something special to show your appreciation for the way they ruled both the court and the school. Let's go, Tigers.

A few weeks ago, you and Eddie had taken a little trip to a pharmacy two towns over and bought the cheapest, worst-smelling perfume you could find. It was the kind of perfume that an old lady in a fake fur coat might wear to Bingo on Wednesday nights at the VFW. The kind of smell that made you wish the stench of moth balls in her clothes was a little stronger, to help overpower it.

The Hawkins High gym lockers are more open than the lockers in the hallway. Instead of the standard slats on the top and bottom, there's a wire grate to allow for better airflow. Nobody likes a pile of sweaty teenage gym clothes. Just a few pumps of spray into the grate would have their letterman jackets smelling so bad, it was like a warning system. A Jock Alarm, if you will. You'd always be able to smell them coming, because that stuff wasn't ever going to come out.

Eddie spent all of his free time that day in the library, on his best behavior, under the watchful eye of the stern librarian. He was a good boy, just trying to work quietly on his English essay so he could graduate. She would attest to this, if asked, because he gave her a dandelion when he came in and smiled at her every time he got up to sharpen his pencil near her desk.

The recipients of your little gifts may have had their suspicions, but they couldn't prove a thing. No one paid attention to the nameless, faceless freaks of Hawkins High. No one batted an eye when a two-minute trip to the bathroom actually took eight. Or when an unfamiliar face passed through a hallway it had no classes in. Or when someone changed their shirt between periods because it suddenly smelled like an old lady.

After all, why would anyone want to prank people on April 2nd?

#writings of despair #i have no idea what to tag this as #'cause it's not really a whole lot of eddie #hellfire club #i guess?#eh whatever #i just wrote it 'cause i wanted to do something for april fool's day #you fuckers will pay for your imagined crimes #i am not to be truffled with

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bonketh · 2 years

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[ hot n spicy / an OFF x reader ]

" batter , we should take a quick break , that last fight got us both exhausted . . - " you sigh , rubbing the back of your neck as you glanced back at the said male .

it ' s weird that you were supposedly guiding him through everything , focusing on ' purifying the world ' . you shrugged it off . besides , being able to spend time with batter was pretty cool . plus , zacharie makes funny jokes .

. .

well , to you , anyways , not so much batter .

" break ? " the batter chimed , peering down slightly to focus his attention towards you . " yeah . a break . you know , us resting for a moment . "

the batter pondered silently before nodding his head , shuffling over towards a nearby alley way in the large zone . " alright . then we shall take a break here . " he says , leaning up against the stone wall , his bat leaning besides him .

" ah . alright then . " you mutter , waltzing over , plopping down next to the tall batter .

" say , batter - " " hm ? " " you ever tried any eh - any foods other than meat ? err . . raw meat ? "

the batter stared at you - or - you guessed he did , judging how he glanced into your direction . the shadow casted by his cap didn ' t serve much help whenever you attempted to see where he was really looking .

" no . " he responded flatly . " huh . okay . well - i ' m gonna bring you some stuff to try . " you say confidently , smiling up at him as he continued staring down at you .

" okay. "

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" . . what is this ? "

" ramen ! "

you had a cheesy grin plastered onto your face as you stared at the batter , who had his gaze fixated on the bowl of steaming noodles placed in front of him .

" ah , how . . what exactly - " " noodles ! we call it noodles in my world . " you explained shortly , shrugging your shoulders .

" interesting . " batter mumbled before grasping the fork , cautiously dipping it into the noodles , watching the broth swirl around .

" here , just - " you grasped his hand that held the fork , slowly twirling some noodles onto the spikes , as if it was spaghetti .

" there ! now just slurp it up . " you say , snickering at your choice of words .

the batter nodded , examining the long , curly noodles before bringing the fork up to his mouth , consuming said noodles .

he jolted , dropping the fork as he fanned the air slightly , letting out a few breaths as he chewed the noodles quickly .

" BLOW FIRST - ! " you wheezed , shaking your head as you snorted at how the batter reacted .

" next ! here , have an oreo . "

" . . "

the batter stared at the black and white mystery infront of him . his brows furrowed as he grasped it , his index finger and thumb grazing over the cookie .

it felt grainy , and there were lots of crumbs that fell from it . he popped it into his mouth , and began chewing .

the cookie was crunchy , yet smooth at the same time ? the flavor was nice , and enjoyable for him .

" you like it ? "

" mhm . "

you chuckle , watching the batter pop another one into his mouth before looking at you expectantly .

" okay , next - these are a special candy from my world ! " you said quietly , a mischievous grin on your face .

the batter stared , feeling uneasy by the expression on your face . he grasped the small item out of your palm , examining it before placing the entire thing into his mouth .

your eyes widened , and so did his .

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" o - oh dear - i don ' t seem to have anything to help you with that , mi amigo . . - " zacharie whispered awkwardly as the batter stood there , gripping the edge of the counter , his mouth open , tongue out as he panted .

there you stood , laughing your ass off as the batter struggled with words , continuing to pace back and forth as he hoped his tongue would stop burning .

" eh - what did you give him , [ y / n ] ? " zacharie questioned , now facing you , the eery frog mask's eyes penetrating into your own .

" a carolina reaper . "

" oh . ha ha ha . "

#off #the batter x reader #off x reader #off mortis ghost #off game #hhhhh first fanfic of this game #:']

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smolandweirdwriter · 1 year

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The Olympian gods on April Fools’ Day:

Zeus: is engaged in a prank war with Poseidon which mostly includes the typical (read: boring) toothpaste-in-your-oreo and water bucket-falls-from-door tricks that somehow both of them ALWAYS fall for year after year

Poseidon: alongside his prank war with Zeus, he has an ongoing gag with Amphitrite where they both prank Triton, who does not understand the concept of April Fools Day nor does he like it

Hestia: doesn’t prank anyone, but considers it a “fun bonding experience”

Demeter: pranked Hades once out of spite, but other than that she mostly stays out of it

Hera: pranked Zeus massively once and he got mad so now she doesn’t prank him openly but sorta fucks with him secretly yknow, like, covering-your-toothpaste-opening-with-plastic wrap-so-you-can’t-get-toothpaste kinda thing?

Athena: scoffs at the childishness of pranks but is actually in a years-long prank war with Ares that begins at dawn every April Fools Day and doesn’t end until dawn the next day. There are definitely casualties in their prank war.

Ares: LOVES the idea of it, but is comically bad at planning pranks. He’s the goes-up-to-you-with-the-toothpaste-oreo-while-laughing type of prankster.

Hephaestus: everyone comes to him for super specific tricked-out deluxe-prank type stuff and he always says no because he doesn’t wanna get thrown off the mountain again involved

Apollo: attempts to prank Artemis every year but always somehow fails and it backfires on him (ie, tries to drop a water balloon on her from above? He trips and falls to earth. The water balloon hits him.)

Artemis: stays in the woods like normal, she and her hunters lightly prank each other, usually have a s’mores fight at the end of the day. She is unaware of Apollo trying to prank her.

Dionysus: drinking. Might prank one or two people. He’s the only one who can get Hermes.

Aphrodite: she pranks Ares however she thinks will humiliate him the most— bonus points if he doesn’t know it’s her. Also loves making one person fall in love with another on this day and then have the other person prank them sO HARD. She and Eros usually get together for that though.

Hermes: pranks everyone. God-level pranks. (Oh wait… um… cosmic level pranks? Eh, you get the point. The King of All Pranking. The Prankmaster. The Guy Who Gets Away With It All.) He manages to prank all of Olympus and beyond.

*Bonus*

Hades: got pranked by Demeter once pretty badly and no one will ever let him live it down, but other wise he doesn’t do much. Hermes comes to the underworld with new souls, so Hades gets pranked by him every year, but it’s surprisingly mild compared to what Hermes does to the others.

Persephone: can’t prank Hades, obviously, since it’s spring. She and her mother prank each other occasionally, but most years they forget. A running joke between Persephone and Hades is that if they both cared more, they’d probably be able to get Hermes.

#percy jackson #pro lore olympus #lore olympus #greek myth retellings #incorrect greek gods #incorrect quotes

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myloveforhergoeson · 9 months

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That's All She Wrote - Side Story

Party in the U.S.A. (Happy Birthday, James Diamond!) ~ 2.1k

“Roxy! Psst! Roxy!”

Had Kendall and Logan been any louder in their attempt to wake their assistant up from her peaceful slumber, she would have smacked them with one of the pillows from her makeshift couch-bed.

After pulling out of the latest venue Big Time Rush had played on their summer tour, she was especially tired - considering she hadn’t gone to bed until 1 a.m. after checking that all of the tech equipment had been properly labeled, stored, and secured before they started their trip across a few states to the next venue in Fairlea, West Virginia.

When she weakly opened her eyes at their incessant whispering and shaking of her shoulders, she spied the time, 3 a.m. blinking red on Logan’s watch.

“This better be important…” She grumbled as she sat up, gingerly wiping the sleep out of her eyes and wincing a bit when Kendall managed to flip the lights in the small lounge area of their shared bus on. “Is one of you dying?”

Confused, Logan cocked his head. “No.”

“Is one of you sick?”

“No.” The blond was quick to answer.

“Did one of you leave something crucial to the show at the last venue?”

Their chorus of, “No!” was more strained than she liked to hear, but she brushed it off anyway.

“Then it sounds like everything’s alright,” She spat, flopping back down onto the couch and closing her eyes. “Leave me alone.”

“Roxy…” Logan tried again, reaching out to shake her once more. “It’s September 4th.”

His assistant’s eyes shot open again, “Great! Thanks for the reminder. We’ll be in Fairlea in a few hours. Good night!”

This time, to try and drive her point home, the writer wiggled around so her back was facing her friends.

“September 4th is James’ birthday.”

This time, when Roxy opened her eyes and blinked a few times, she properly registered what Kendall had said. Slowly, she sat up again, glancing over her shoulder as she glared at her two friends.

“And neither if you told me this until today… Why?”

Both of them cast their eyes to the floor, becoming extremely interested in the faux wood the bottom of their bus was decorated with.

“Because you forgot,” She answered her own question aloud. “And now you don’t know what to do to fix it?”

Their nods were slow, quite nearly undetectable as their assistant stood and pushed past them, rummaging through their small pantry to try and find anything that might resemble desert they could present to him when they rolled into town.

“Okay, okay, I can work with this,” Roxy muttered to herself, pulling out a small sleeve of Oreos, some instant pudding mix, and the remainder of their gallon of milk in the fridge. “In the meantime, can the two of you put together a list of things we might need once we get to the venue? You know, party supplies, decorations, whatever…”

***

Confetti had been the very first thing Logan and Kendall had decided was crucial for the birthday celebration.

In theory, it wouldn’t have been hard to find if they were back home in Los Angeles, but since they were on a moving bus in the middle of nowhere, the three of them had to make do.

“What if we grab some of the confetti we shoot out at the end of the show?” Kendall suggested, nibbling on one of the Oreos he had stolen from Roxy before she was able to crush it up and add it to the pudding mix.

“That’s a great idea,” She sarcastically quipped. “Especially if you want to shoot him with an industrial-grade confetti cannon.” Chin in hand, Logan nodded, “Yeah… We have a set amount that we shoot off every show. If we tried to pull some out of its packaging it’s just going to explode everywhere.” “And then one show will be missing more confetti than others…” The frontman caught on, nodding.

“Exactly… And that stuff is stupid expensive…” Roxy trailed off, glancing at her friends before she noticed Kendall was intently staring at some of the books Logan had brought with him on the bolted-down coffee table.

Carefully, he picked up one of the colorful paperbacks at the top of the pile. “Logan… How many of these have you read?”

“All of them!” His friend eagerly replied, not clocking how Kendall’s gaze flickered to his assistant’s.

“Good… Good…” The other boy mused, before tossing it across the room to Roxy who had already grabbed a pair of kitchen scissors.

Logan watched it sail across the room, right into the writer’s open palm, and let out a cry of pain once he realized what she was planning on taking the scissors to.

Before he could make a move, Kendall launched out of his seat, trapped Logan in a headlock, and forced him to watch as his best friend began to cut up the different colored covers, collecting them into a large plastic bag to shower over their friend for later.

***

Logan finished his subsequent meltdown about an hour after the massacre and found Roxy in the middle of reworking the tune of “Happy Birthday” into a hard rock anthem to play on her guitar, while Kendall had stolen a Sharpie, some spare bungee chords, and the old tour itineraries Roxy had been saving to fashion into what looked like a large birthday banner.

When Roxy noticed he had finally left his bunk, she eagerly shoved the sheet music she had been writing on into his hands and sat him down at the table next to him.

“You know how every restaurant has its own version of the happy birthday song?” She asked, strumming absentmindedly on the strings of her guitar. When he nodded, she bounced up off her seat and headed to the front of the bus, “Great! Write one of our own, would ya? I’ve gotta make some calls to the venue and a local bakery.”

Songwriter-Assistant was typically an easy task for her to handle, but since she was running low on sleep, had already managed to make dessert, and had destroyed quite a bit of property, her creative juices weren’t flowing quite like normal.

At least, Henrietta, the bus driver was sharing similar sluggish feelings and easily handed her phone over to the eager girl.

In no time, Roxy had managed to contact a local Fairlea bakery and order both cupcakes and a large sheet cake to the venue to surprise James with once they arrived in a few hours.

She did feel bad about the rush order, but once she whipped out the company credit card from her mini backpack and paid the bill, it felt like the least Gustavo could do for one of the members of the band that was getting him back to the big time.

I’m sure he’ll understand… Roxy told herself, as she stared out the large, rectangular windows of the bus. The sun was beginning to rise, lighting up the horizon with a beautiful mix of reds, oranges, and yellows.

A perfect sunrise for a perfect boy on his less-than-perfect birthday.

***

In a flash, the show in Fairlea was nearly over.

Everything Roxy, Logan, and Kendall had planned for the beginning of the day had gone off without a hitch and they had successfully surprised James with their treats, banner, and part of the makeshift confetti.

Around 2 hours before the show started, James got a call from his mom and stepped out of the venue, which made for the perfect time for his friends to catch Carlos up on their plan for their on-stage surprise.

Roxy and Logan shared the song they had collaborated on, Kendall snuck both the cake and Oreo fluff salad into the mini-fridge in their green room, and Carlos even managed to catch Mick and Austin up to speed to make sure there was a gap in the setlist in which they could surprise James before the end of the show.

Just before the countdown for the last song was supposed to play on the crew's in-ear monitors, Roxy kicked one of the guitar pedals at her feet to stop the track and signaled to Carlos, Logan, and Kendall that it was time for their plan to be set in motion.

“Fairleaaaaaaa!” Carlos yelled into his mic, causing his assistant to wince just a bit at the sheer volume of it in her ears. “Is anyone celebrating something special tonight?”

Once the cheering from the crowd died down, Logan chimed in with his own, “An anniversary? A holiday?... Maybe even a birthday?”

Roxy knew this as her cue to begin to sneak off the stage to grab the cake she had ordered earlier - a nice marble cake with bright purple frosting that read “Happy Birthday, James! <3 Team BTR.”

Even though the rooms backstage were relatively soundproof, she could still hear Kendall’s speech through her in-ears.

“We’ve got someone on this stage celebrating a very special, 17th birthday!”

Roxy thought it was funny, the way they spoke on stage as opposed to how they spoke in real life. Every sentence ended with an upward inflection, almost egging the crowd to respond in a chorus of cheers, which was exactly what he got. The floors of the stadium practically shook under her feet as she balanced the cake in one hand and her bag of confetti in the other, all while trying to make it back to her mark in time for her next cue.

James, though he sounded a bit confused, laughed into his microphone, thanking both his friends and all of Fairlea for the warm wishes.

By the time Roxy reached Kelly and Gustavo on side stage, she sighed in relief as they stuck both a one and seven candle into the top of the heavy cake and lit it, allowing the assistant to hang tight for a few seconds as Carlos began to sing Logan’s version of the happy birthday song.

It was a bit nerve-wracking for the girl once she walked back out onto the stage, blowing right past her typical mark in the back with Mick and Austin, who were playing out a short melody to accompany the rest of the band jumping in to sing. When she emerged with the cake, candles, and all, she felt all eyes in the stadium flick to her, causing a loud cry of joy to emanate from the people they were playing for.

Gingerly she handed the cake off to Logan and the confetti the Kendall, and was finally able to pluck one of the guitar pics off her mic stand to jump in with her musical part to their own song while James just stood center stage, one bright spotlight on him, smiling from ear to ear.

When the band finished, he blew out his candles and crossed his fingers to make a wish, cheeks burning bright, cherry-red. It was then Kendall and Carlos grabbed two handfuls of confetti and threw it over his head, raining down over him in a beautiful, colorful shower.

Roxy took this to be the perfect time to start playing the traditional birthday song, and the crowd quickly caught on, everyone merrily singing “Happy Birthday” to the oldest member of Big Time Rush.

Though she thought at least one of her friends might take a handful of the cake and smash it into the birthday boy’s face, they likely refrained because they were in front of a large crowd. Instead, James gently took a fist-full - and Roxy realized she’d forgotten to order utensils - and nibbled a bit out of his palm before beaming once more toward the crowd.

And for a moment, it was nearly impossible for the writer to take her eyes off of him as she almost forgot how to breathe. He truly dazzled under the spotlight, dimples permanently carving into his cheeks as though his skin were made of marble.

She forgot about everything, the way he had been ignoring her, the ache striking her chest whenever she was near him, whatever issues the two of them desperately needed to work out, and watched as he raised the microphone to his lips, addressing the crowd. “Thanks, everyone!” And the stadium erupted into applause once more. “This has been the best birthday surprise I could have ever hoped for!”

#thats all she wrote fic #pls dont flame me i know its cheesy but its fun ok

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augustcastle · 2 years

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we meet again

August finishes up breakfast with his cousin, Luci, at the Midnight Diner. He knows he was just there the night before after fixing Ryan’s sink but it’s just kind of easy to spend a lot of time here, has since he was a kid. The food never gets old, he’s pretty sure he can spend at least one meal here, daily, for the rest of his life. Uncle Elijah, along with Luci, change up the menu and still manage to keep some classics...just good home-cooked meals and to die for baked goods.

He can’t get enough and neither can Aiden--but he figures that’s not saying much.

Regardless, he knows that tourists blogs and Facebooks rave about this place, repeat visits any time someone comes back during the season of their choice. So he doesn’t feel too ridiculous as a townie obsessed with this place. Besides, he’s got a nice family excuse to be here.

“So did he pop the question yet?” August asks as he stands from the table.

“You’re so annoying,” Luci says, sliding out of the booth too.

He smirks, throwing some cash on the table even though Uncle Elijah sometimes won’t let him pay. Him and Aiden end up doing a lot of repairs for the diner pro bono and that tends to come with free meals. Still, he feels guilty when he doesn’t attempt to put money down.

There’s this running joke that Aiden needs to propose to his cousin, that they've been together and in love for so long that really, what’s the hold up? August has no qualms and neither does Elijah, they both love Aiden, but they’re not trying to rush him either. August just thinks it’s funny. When Luci left for New York to try the city out, Aiden seemed beside himself and then when she came back? decided to stay? Seemed like fate--if August believed in stuff like that. Maybe for certain people.

Anyways, Luci for some reason doesn’t think it’s going to happen any time soon. Meanwhile Kian, Vic and him are constantly placing bets when Aiden is going to take the plunge.

“I’ll see you later.” He plants a kiss on her cheek.

“Baking Oreo pie tonight.”

“Save me a slice,” August says over his shoulder as he turns to leave, moving to open the diner door.

#lakepara2: we meet again

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kimmysurveyblog · 3 days

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Do you eat or drink as soon as you wake up, or do you wait a while? I make a coffee. I don't eat until I make my kiddo lunch around 1130.

Tell me about some of your interests. I love gaming, watching cozy shows, nature walks, sometimes drawing. We're also about 6 months deep into the neocardina shrimpkeeping hobby and we absolutely love it. :)

What's your favourite kind of Oreo? Mint.

Do you play any games on your phone? If so, tell me about one. I play Pokemon Go sometimes.

Do you have more male or female coworkers? I'm a SAHM. My coworker is the air fryer.

What's the longest stretch of time you've spent completely alone? Not long. A few days maybe.

Do you use Instagram? If so, what's your current profile pic? Yes. My daughter and I.

What are your thoughts on kids being given iPads to keep them entertained? There has to be a limit on the time they can spent using one. I'll consider getting one for my kiddo when she's a bit older, to be used on rare occasions.

[TW: SUICIDE] Have you ever thought about giving up on life completely? I attempted suicide as a teenager.

Have you seen the entire Harry Potter series? No.

Do you still have both of your parents? They've both passed away.

Do you play video games? I do most nights! :)

Do you have the same color eyes as your mother? No. She had brown eyes and mine are hazel.

Have you ever been put to sleep for surgery? Once.

Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? Sure did! She just turned two lmao. She was the best surprise though! :) We're such a happily family. <3

When was the last time you went bowling? Hmmm... like 2015?

Do you personally know anyone who is transgender? One.

When was the last time you spent over $100 in one transaction? What did you buy? A month ago. We take our kiddo to Toys R Us to buy some stuff on her birthday. :)

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? Would you judge a grown adult for doing so? I sleep with a squishmallow. No judgements here!

Would you describe yourself as fashion-conscious, or do you just wear whatever feels comfortable? I haven't cared about that in over a decade. I'm in my comfy mom era.

What are the main two colours in the room you’re currently in? Did you pick these colours out yourself? Beige and brown. The colours of the walls, no. The colours of the furniture, yes.

Do you have piercings anywhere except your ears? How many and where? No. I had a lip piercing for over 10 years but I removed it at the start of COVID. I want to get my nose pierced though.

What’s your opinion on leggings as pants? They're so comfy!

Who was the last person you were in love with for more than a year? My current boyfriend.

Do you have a secret life? Nope.

Have you ever seen the last person you kissed without a shirt? Yes.

Do your parents know EVERYTHING about you? My mom did when she was alive.

Favorite thing to eat with peanut butter? Toast.

If you had to get a piercing right now, what would it be? Nose.

The last time you held a baby: In February when I met my nephew.

Does your mom eat meat? She did.

What would be your reaction if one of your parents said they were having another kid? My parents were done having children after I was born.

What fish scares you the most? Any that live deep in the ocean.

How do you feel about snails? I love snails! We love taking our kiddo to a hiking spot that has a bunch of them. We also have some in our aquariums.

If you were told by a professional that you were unable to become pregnant, how would that affect you? Is there something important to you about conceiving a biological child rather than adoption? And finally, if you even want to have children, would you choose adoption or surrogacy or would you go on childless? I'd be relieved since we're one and done. It would mean I don't need to get my tubes tied in a few years. My boyfriend and I were on the fence about ever having a child so our little surprise biological conception was the only way that was ever going to happen. We would have just accepted it and been childless.

Are you physically affectionate with your friends? Yes!

Do you kill spiders when you see them? No.

What’s your favorite makeup brand/brands? I don't use makeup much anymore so I have no idea. I like my Too Faced palettes.

What fictional creature would you like as a pet? The runecrafting skilling pet from RS3.

Have any local businesses closed that you’re sad about? No.

How do you feel about TikTok? Fun to scroll on at the end of the day.

Any current trends you dislike? No.

If you had three daughters, what would you name them? Our daughter has a flower name so we'd perhaps do 2 more flower names.

Would you ever adopt a child? No.

Do you like your name's meaning? No.

Do you and your mom look like sisters? I think so.

Are you the same height as your mom? About four inches taller.

Do you know anyone named Travis? No.

[TW: DOMESTIC ABUSE] Did your parents abuse you? No.

What is something you've learned to never take for granted? Having your loved ones around. I'm much closer to my grandparents and aunts/uncles since losing my mom.

Tell me about something significant that happened to you in the past week. We decided that we're going to move.

What subjects do you like to read about? True crime, science, TV show/game/book lore.

What is the name of the last book you bought? When He Was Wicked by Julia Quinn

If you could change one thing about your home, and money was no issue, what would it be? We're moving so nothing.

Are there any (obviously fictional) villains you can't help but love? No.

Can you name a villain who you could kind of side with? No.

What color eyes does your significant other (or crush) have? (If applicable.) Blue.

Does anything around your home need repairing? Front door, a cabinet in the kitchen.

#survey #surveys #personal survey #bored #personal surveys

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minachan95-written-works-on-ao3 · 2 years

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Title: Little Oreo's Big Rescue Mission

Fandom: King of Fighters

Characters: Kyo Kusanagi, Iori Yagami

Pairing: Iori x Kyo

Summary:

[Sequel to The Ghost of the Study Room] One day Oreo's parents got into a terrible fight, and they seem to ignore each other for the long time. However, the little Oreo would do anything to bring his cat-dads together and protect the happiness and peace of their home.

AO3 Link

Ever since his two cat dads adopted a little kitten named Oreo, life seems to be settled down and peaceful in Yagami’s apartment. As time passes by, he already becomes a dear and irreplaceable family member.

However, as time goes on, the redhead begins to only care about his precious little angel as his protective parent. Perhaps, he won’t be this caring if he had a child. Or so, the brunette continues to observe.

Of course, the Kusanagi’s heir is not mad about his partner’s behavior. Contrary, seeing how Iori pampers Oreo with love and attention also made Kyo happy.

However, the brunette feels like Iori only focuses on raising the little kitten while treating his partner so coldly and harshly. Or so he calls it how Yagami treats him recently.

In recent days, brunette feels frustrated about their almost non-existent sex life.

Hell, no matter what he does, Iori refuses.

At first, Kyo would keep directly asking him, yet the redhead would remind him where the bathroom was.

Then, the brunette tries another tactic. He tries acting like a gentle cat. That’s right, Kyo would try to surprise his partner when he is busy in the study room by snuggling and letting out purring noises.

Finally, he thinks it works because of how Yagami strokes his hair. So, the Kusanagi acts more boldly. He kisses his partner’s neck.

Unfortunately, it ends up with the redhead pushing away Kyo’s face and phrases like: not now, no, or even back off. More importantly, the brunette knows that when Yagami uses a strict tone, he can forget about trying to go any further.

Later on, Kyo convinces himself that maybe Iori is not in the right mood or he is just tired. The Kusanagi’s heir even thinks that such behavior lasts for too long.

One time, he even jokingly said to his partner that he would bookmark an appointment for the intimate massage while whining about how someone’s hands are always too busy and harsh.

Yet, Iori takes this little joke too seriously and as an offense. He decided the brunette must spend two weeks on the couch and keep at least a few meters away from his partner.

Even before the first days of ignoring Kyo, the redhead’s bitter reply was like that drawn line that made the brunette realize he has gone too far.

For some reason, it hurts every time just remembering Iori’s words: “You feel free to do what you want. However, do not involve me in your mess. Just try pulling anything like this ever again and one day you notice the changed locks and your packed stuff outside.”.

Despite that, the Kusanagi’s heir refuses to apologize for something that he prefers as an innocent joke and attempts to sparkle up the dimmed passion.

Besides, the Kusanagi convinces himself that Iori should beg for forgiveness because he accused him of being a selfish and pushy frat boy who does not care about anything but himself.

However, Kyo understands that telling the bitter truth may worsen the current situation. So, he was confident that Iori will get on his knees and beg to be forgiven.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Even a few days are barely endurable for the Kusanagi’s heir. He cannot believe Iori’s silence and ignorance are worse than the redhead losing his temper.

At least, when they get into an actual fight, they acknowledge each other’s existence, and during the heat of the fight, they would make up. However, now it feels like torture to be ignored like this.

Although, Yagami doesn’t mind if Oreo interacts with Kyo, nor when his precious baby gets anywhere near the brunette.

Perhaps Iori doesn’t want to put Oreo under any stress or discomfort just because of two adults acting like this. Or maybe because he thinks the tuxedo kitten has nothing to do with this mess.

On the brighter side, at least Oreo is still on his side. Or so, Kyo comforts himself.

Sometimes during the night, if the little fellow is bored, he will attack anything that may resemble a prey. And the sleeping brunette is no exception.

At first, Kyo seems to be not so happy when he gets waken up by the feeling of how little fangs or nails sink into his fingers. Yet, he would play with Oreo without carrying about scratches or when one of them would fall asleep.

If would fail, the brunette would offer snacks.

Meanwhile, the tuxedo kitten cannot figure out why his cat dads are acting so weird toward each other, and he doesn’t like the tension between his parents.

A week passes. These two keep ignoring each other, and there is no end. Yet, it got worse, and little Oreo is a part of their conflict.

Previously, Iori didn’t mind the tuxedo kitten spending time with Kyo. Yagami always takes care of his precious child and makes sure that nothing terrible happens to him.

Yet, recently, the redhead slowly ignores Oreo’s presence.

Meanwhile, Kyo walks away when he sees his ex-partner, even if he is in the middle of playing with the tuxedo kitten.

The poor little Oreo wonders if his parents do not love him anymore. He even feels upset he has done something wrong.

However, the tuxedo kitten hopes his parents made up and once again pamper him with attention and care. But for now, he needs to wait for the right moment.

Couple more days pass, and it is the end of the second week of ignorance.

It is already late night and Kyo is deeply sleeping on the couch. Nothing seemed to disturb his slumber.

Suddenly, a loud banging noise nearly makes him jump from the couch.

‘‘What a hell?’’ The brunette indignantly asks.

As the Kusanagi carefully listens, he hears nothing.

Before Kyo curls under the warm blanket, he comments in a bored tone ‘‘Maybe Yagami has finally snapped out… Whatever, it’s not my problem.’’. Lastly, he closes his eyes and returns to his sleep.

Meanwhile, before the disaster, Iori turned the night lamp on and was about to leave the bed. More so, he was half-asleep. And thus, this is where he made his fatal mistake.

The redhead wasn’t aware of one of Oreo’s toys lying around and made him slip and scare the poor kitten.

And thus, the redhead ends up lying on the floor and wriggling in pain. Yet, he is madder at himself because he cannot move his aching leg and get up.

While he struggles to crawl to the edge of the bed and groans, he addresses the frightened kitten ‘‘Oreo… Daddy is fine. I just tripped over.’’.

Suddenly, Oreo jumps from the bed and runs towards the door.

Meanwhile, Yagami is confused why the tuxedo kitten keeps trying to reach the doorknob.

After a few attempts, the little Oreo reaches the doorknob, opens it with his weight, and leaves the room while loudly meowing.

In the end, Iori wonders why his precious little angel tried so badly to leave the room. Nevertheless, he feels trapped and useless inside his bedroom. More so, the pain in his leg is unbearable.

Meanwhile, Kyo’s sleep is disturbed again, but this time by Oreo desperately meowing, which gets louder as he heads towards the couch. As the brunette searches for his phone, he speaks up in a sleepy voice ‘‘Oreo, what’s wrong? Are you hungry? It is the middle of the night! Go to sleep or go and bother your dad, okay?’’.

Lastly, the Kusanagi realizes that this sound is like the one from previous times when Oreo got stuck in the study room. Then, he turns on the flashlight in his phone and places it on the nearest surface to lighten the room.

While stretching and sitting up, he notices a loudly meowing kitten who sits on the ground and waits.

‘‘What happened? Do you want me to follow you?’’ Kyo addresses the begging little fellow.

When he lazily gets up and grabs his phone, Oreo stops meowing and leads him to the bedroom. As the Kusanagi’s heir follows the tuxedo kitten, he tells ‘‘Please, tell me that nothing serious happened…’’.

After reaching their bedroom, Kyo unsuspectingly pushes the door ‘‘You better have a good explanation for this, Ya-…’’.

The words stuck inside the brunette’s throat, and he nearly dropped his phone.

“What a hell do you want? Leave!” Iori yells while trying to get up. Unfortunately, his painful leg shuts him up.

As the redhead roughly breathes, he indignantly stares at the Kusanagi.

After Kyo squats in front of his partner, he scolds him “Do not rise your voice when your child is around, pops.”.

“Fuck you...” Yagami backfires.

Yet, the brunette backfires “Not now, okay? There are more important things happening at the moment.”. After a momentary pause, Kyo softens his gaze “Let me see where it hurts.”.

Meanwhile, Oreo silently observes from a distance how one of his dads takes care of the other one. For now, the tuxedo kitten is too scared to get any closer.

After Kyo barely touches Iori’s left shank, he nearly gets kicked into the face by another leg.

A second later, Yagami shouts “Get lost! Can’t you see that you are making this worse?! I can handle it on my own!”.

However, the Kusanagi’s heir scolds him “I told you to calm down! You are scaring Oreo. If it wasn’t for him, I would gladly leave you until your stupid head cools down. However, I cannot do that. Your son loves you and needs you. He was the one who made me follow him and showed me what happened to you. You can hate all you want, but at least this time only, listen to me for the sake of Oreo.”.

As the brunette sighs, he continues in a chill voice “I’ll call the ambulance. ‘Cos who knows if you broke your leg or not.”.

“There is no need for that.” The redhead objects.

Suddenly, Kyo replies in a reckless tone “Then, I’ll take Oreo with me and leave you laying here like a stubborn idiot.”. He calls the tuxedo kitten “Oreo, come here. Come on. Don’t be scared. I’ll give you tons of treats if you listen to me.”.

Surprisingly, the brunette’s tactic works. While the little Oreo approaches, he continues his sweet talk “Good boy~”.

Yet, losing the only sunshine in his life is more painful than any other suffering the redhead has endured. Therefore, if it means that his little Oreo is by his side, he has no other choice than to listen to the Kusanagi.

Finally, Iori swallows his pride and agrees with Kyo “Fine. Do as you want.”.

Surely, this decision secretly makes the brunette happy and relieved. The Kusanagi’s heir even forgets about the grudge against his partner or their fight.

A few minutes pass, and the ambulance arrives at Yagami’s apartment door.

When Kyo briefly explains what happens and asks for the medical staff to go together with Oreo. Even if he had to use his acting skills and convince that little Oreo is Iori’s supportive cat and how the doctors and nurses will thank him later for making the redhead more cooperative.

Surprisingly, the Kusanagi’s heir is the right. When Yagami gets the medical examination, he feels more comfortable and less stressed when his little Oreo is around.

Some time passes. Finally, there are x-ray results. Fortunately, Iori has broken nothing, and he paid off with the sprained ankle.

Of course, the redhead won’t be himself if he hasn’t demanded the medical staff not hospitalize him. Despite that, the doctor and nurses were putting on an ankle splint and explaining what he should do for a faster recovery.

In the end, Kyo apologized to the medical staff for his partner’s caused fuss.

After arriving at their apartment, it still surprised Iori how the brunette insisted on supporting him while carrying Oreo.

That stupid fool even went through the unnecessary effort to put the redhead into the bed so that the sprained ankle would deal with as little stress as possible.

Once Kyo is done, he checks on his partner before leaving the room.

However, he gets stopped by Iori’s voice “Wait. Aren’t you going to sleep here?”.

The Kusanagi only widens his eyes and as he turns to face his partner, asks in a concerned voice “What do you mean? Have you already forgotten about how you told me not to get any near you because of... well, you know, that incident? Are you sure that you are fine by this?”.

“Do as you please. I don’t care. Maybe I gave you too much credit after tonight. Forget what I said earlier.” The redhead complains as he frowns.

However, Kyo doesn’t want to spend another night on the couch or miss his chance to redeem himself.

As the brunette gets closer to the bed, he makes big guilty eyes, hoping that it will soften the redhead’s heart.

After Kyo sits on the floor and rests his arms on the bedside, he stares at Iori ‘‘Then, what should I do to convince you and prove that I learned my lesson?’’.

Yagami can swear that this stupid Kusanagi uses such acting just to getaway.

So, while the redhead doubts Kyo’s motives, he comments in a slightly irritated tone ‘‘You are just trying to get what you want, aren’t you? I’m sure that if I forgive you, you will act the same as before.’’.

Yet the brunette defends himself ‘‘If you still doubt me, I’ll prove that you are wrong. Hell, I won’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable or against your will. I promise!’’.

In the end, Iori deeply exhales and replies ‘‘I’ll think about that…’’.

Surely, such a decision is more than enough to make Kyo happy. That is why he is determined during the next three weeks to help his partner to recover. Of course, he might not handle this alone. So, he would need to work with the little Oreo to achieve this goal.

Meanwhile, the tuxedo kitten feels relieved that his parents finally stopped fighting. Later on, when his cat-dads asleep, he would jump on the bed and find a comfortable spot.

#kof #king of fighters #kyo kusanagi #iori yagami #kyo x iori #iori x kyo #fanfiction #one-shot #complete #fluff #kyoxiori one-shot #ao3 #archive of our own

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jeraliey · 1 year

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Fooding experiments!

(TW: Discussion of food and nutrition)

So I took a CME course on nutrition from the American College of Lifestyle Medicine, and I liked some of the ideas for eating slightly healthier, so I'm a-gonna try some! It's basically going to be eat-less-animal-product-and-more-plant-product stuff.

(Note/disclaimers: I am a big non-fan of orthorexia; I have the same mistrust-to-scorn for the dieting-and-extremist-yoga-juicing-guru industry as I do for anti-vaxxers. The healthier and least sin-and-virtue-oriented a person's relationship to food is, the better. Also note: I have the privilege of never having had to worry about weight or body image issues, so use appropriate grains of salt. My decisions are only right for me for who I am as a person. Also note: I am a medical professional.)

Anyway, I decided to add some new food items to my repertoire! Some will be additions, and some I'm going to see if they work as substitutions.

-I've had tofu and tempeh before (not something that I preference when ordering, but also not anything that grossed me out). But I never learned how to cook them, so I never bought them for my fridge. I decided I didn't want to mess with the whole press-your-tofu situation, so I got some silken tofu to put in my smoothies instead-of-or-in-addition-to-yogurt (I'll report back if I like it), and some tempeh to use as a meal protein. Also got some cornstarch because apparently that makes these things crispy when you fry them.

-Got some dried-seaweed snacks and edamame for snacking. These are things I already know I like.

-Got some pre-made seaweed salad. I think I've had it before, and I remember liking the texture even though it's not one of my normal expected food-textures. I'll probably make some sesame-ginger marinated tempeh and have those for dinner sometime, I think that should work.

-I bought oat milk. Never bought a non-dairy milk before. Anyway, I'm gonna see if I like it in my tea instead of half-and-half. I got the "extra-creamy" version. I suspect I'll eventually go back to half-and-half (though I've never tried oat milk before so who knows!), but let's see what happens.

-Got some mixed greens for salads, even though I've been trying to eat more salads for years and usually the greens end up wilting uneaten in my fridge. I suspect this pattern will not change anytime soon, but I'm going to continue giving myself the opportunity.

-I got some pre-made tuna salad for sandwiches. Maybe some of the greens will make it onto those too.....

-I also re-upped my requisite ice cream and oreos and bought a pre-made pound cake. And the pre-made curry chicken salad looked good too, so I got some of that even though the overall goal is to reduce the amount of chicken and beef and stuff that I usually eat. Because reduction is not the same thing as elimination.

-I also got some ricotta cheese, because my zucchini plant in my garden is making squash blossoms, and I hear they taste good stuffed and fried. Planning to chop up some parsley and maybe oregano from my garden, make a ricotta stuffing, and fry them up as they arrive. I'm trying to make sure this zucchini plant survives long enough to make female flowers (unlike multiple previous attempts) so I can actually grow zucchini, but even if it doesn't....at least I'll get something out of it this time. -I was actually surprised that buying all of these snooty plant-foods as additions to my usual grocery list actually cost around the same as a normal grocery store visit. And that's even with buying a few new multi-use items like pre-made marinades (for the tempeh). Was not expecting that.

Anyway, let's see how it goes!

#healthy food #new foods #food #cooking #plant based

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unwritrecipes · 2 years

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A Small and Hopefully Not Overwhelming Thanksgiving Roundup-2022

Hiya, my friends! How did it get to be mid-November?!! Time just seems to be racing out of control, as in Thanksgiving is NEXT WEEK!!!! But hey, no reason to panic or sweat the small stuff, right? Normally, I’d have had a big turkey day roundup of recipes out to you weeks ago, but since that ship has sailed plus the fact that my inbox is loaded with everybody else’s recipe roundups, I thought I’d keep it very small and manageable this year and just share the few dishes I plan on including. And anyway, you probably already have your menu down pat, but if not…

We’re going to my sister Ali’s which means I thankfully am not responsible for the turkey (thank god, because I’ve actually never made one myself being that my mom is queen of turkey and gravy) and am only going to be bringing some sides and dessert. And we’re not a huge group this year either, mostly cause only one of our children loves us enough to come home for the holiday (no, just kidding, the others are spending it with their significant others’ family or have to be on call and I’m not bitter at all about it, can’t you tell?)

Okey-dokey, here’s what I’ve been tasked with….

HOMEMADE WHOLE BERRY CRANBERRY SAUCE—this is so much better than any canned kind you can buy, super easy to make and you can prepare it days ahead!

WILD MUSHROOM AND BRIOCHE STUFFING—my family would disown me if I showed up to any Thanksgiving without this. It does require you to make your own brioche but again you can do this days before and it is out of this world fantastic! Truly one of the best stuffings and best dishes I have ever made!!

THE BEST CORNBREAD—I ❤️ cornbread big time! And while it’s not absolutely necessary, I really love having it and the fact that there’s usually leftovers!! So good toasted with butter the next morning for breakfast!

APPLE CRUMB PIE—this is a huge family favorite and just feels so right for the holidays. It’s time consuming but I really only attempt it once a year.

TRIPLE CHOCOLATE CREAM PIE WITH OREO CRUST—everyone voted for this at a recent family gathering and I love it cause I can make it a day ahead. Plus, it’s chocolate!!

HOMEMADE PHILADELPHIA STYLE ICE CREAM—for the apple pie of course! And once you start making your own, no one is entirely happy with store-bought again.

CAYA’S COOKIES—for the dog who strangely doesn’t care about food but gobbles down these cookies. Everybody deserves a treat, right?!!

FLAT CHEWY HEATH BAR CHOCOLATE CHUNK COOKIES—buttery, luscious and indulgent. I always make these around Thanksgiving because of course we need more!

PECAN MELTAWAYS

SUSIE’S MAPLE PECAN THINS since I’m not making a pecan pie this year, I think we at least need one nutty cookie.

Hope this helps or at least doesn’t undermine😘

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!

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lucysweatslove · 2 years

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Weight update.

TW/CW: weight, eating disorders, measurements, body checking, etc. (under a read more to reduce unintentional triggering)

Because of the Brazil trip coming up next year in which I’ll be in a wedding, not just attending, I’ve been feeling a little insecure about my body and thinking about attempting to change my body’s aesthetics (you know… size). I gained legit 15-20lbs or so after I recovered from COVID, and part of that is that it’s hard to accept my “new body” because of internalized fat phobia, but also my old clothes don’t fit well and I am worried about what people think or say behind my back and the struggles that I may have with access to appropriate medical care in this body. It’s really tricky to navigate any attempt at weight loss/fat loss with my ED history, since I can slip back into disordered patterns super easily. I shared some of my concerns with Husband who said he would support me in my goals “so long as I do them in a healthy manner.” So I think he’ll be looking out for me too.

My current plan is to just focus on doing some basic light home exercises trying to avoid triggering a back spasm + some gentle cycling during the week + hiking as weather allows on the weekend. Really just some simple/not too intense movement that I enjoy about 5 times a week, maybe 6 if I want to take a walk. I have set Wednesdays to be a full rest day, no just a “not lifting” day or “active recovery” day but a day to focus on a) work, b) home care, and c) other aspects of self-care. My back spasms limit me from going really hard which is a bit of a built-in check to reduce risk of exercise purging or over-training.

Nutrition wise, I’m a little stuck on the best approach. I’m trying to shift mindset from “where can I cut calories to facilitate energy deficit and weight loss” to “where can I incorporate more produce and nutrient-dense foods?” But, I’m also trying to focus on getting enough of each macronutrient too, and ensuring a more balanced approach throughout each meal and throughout the day. Basically, all of my past “go to” behaviors I’m actively trying to challenge- calorie saving until the evening, avoiding added sources of fats (like nuts, full fat salad dressings), avoiding all full-carb “carby” foods (like only using Carb Balance tortillas or diet bread), meal skipping, relying on protein bars for meals, stuff like that. I’m also making the conscious effort to still eat meals that Husband prepares for us. Admittedly at the moment I AM food tracking. I’m not sure if this will need to be stopped, but if I have a detailed log, I can easily show it to healthcare professionals if they have any doubt about how I’m eating. I am using it as a bit of a crutch for nutrition too. I’m very actively trying to make sure I’m meeting macronutrient AND micronutrient goals throughout the day (as in, not getting too little), and tracking helps put my mind at ease. That said, I am trying to be flexible and estimate when I don’t know for sure (eg, local coffee shop orders, food Husband prepared, stuff like that). Im also trying to be flexible about not eating every food item if I’m full and not worrying too much about how I will track that. Example: Saturday’s scrambled eggs were loaded with spinach and mushrooms and I just made a little too much. I never finished it. I saved it for later, but later I just wanted toast, so I threw away the eggs and ate the toast. In days past, I would’ve forced myself to finish what I had already tracked or like, obsessively separated out the spinach, eggs, mushrooms, and sausage from the scramble and weighed them all separately to determine how much I had “actually” consumed which is… yeah super disordered. Not doing that now. And I’m trying to not care so much if Husband takes something off of my plate, or if I shared something with Oreo, etc. Basically right now I’m tracking but trying to be less rigid about it and I’m using it as a guide to make sure I’m getting enough, not as a guide to see how little I eat.

I started focusing in on my nutrition more and exercising again last week (4 days of light spinning + 30 min at home strength training, plus a hike over the weekend). This week it mostly more of the same with maybe an actual gym day on Friday if I have the day off work (Husband has said he would go with me Friday afternoons). Nutrition has been fine with my half a multi a day (the multi I have is 2 caps/serv so I just take one cap). I’m a little low in iron and think I may need to find foods I enjoy that are higher in iron- might be a reason to add in some breakfast cereals lol.

Anyway, I’m not pretending like I’m not actively trying to lose weight or change my body size, and I AM tracking my weight and just took measurements this morning, but I’m not sure I want to fully document it because I’m not sure if it’s what I want on my blog? Like on one hand I want to be transparent, but on the other I don’t want to like, promote the idea that fat people actively need to try to reduce their body size/fat/weight? I’m a big proponent of healthy behaviors at every weight/size, and it feels a bit inconsistent to encourage focus on holistic health when I myself and also focused on aesthetics.

The whole thing is confusing to me because I fully recognize that my motivations for monitoring my body IS related specifically to changing how I look at not at all related to actual health. Because I’m honest about it, I don’t actually feel like I’m going against my own values, but I worry about how other people will take it if they see somebody who says just focus on health and NOT weight or body size or fat, but then here I am also focusing on my body size/fat.

There is another component now too: I don’t want comments on what I should or shouldn’t be doing. If I put my body out there how I am now, it invites people to tell me their opinions about how I look and how I should exist. It invites the “Ew” comments. It invites the “I’m just worried about your health” comments. It invites the “good for you for getting healthy” comments etc etc. It also invites the ignorant ED comments… the “you don’t have to worry about anorexia since you’re fat” or the comments of people assuming my ED is BED or the “why so many nuts?” “You don’t need that big of a meal” “lol not eating a piece of bread is good for you, not disordered behavior” types of comments. I. Don’t. Want. Them. Hard stop. I don’t want any discussion about my body’s shape or size as that discussion is horribly triggering, no matter what it is.

Also, regardless of how my body responds, I don’t want anybody comparing themselves to me. I don’t want people who are fat to think they “have to” work to change their aesthetics the way I am- because my aesthetics are mine and what I like on me has nothing to do with what I want other people to look like. I don’t want people to think if they eat and move like me, their bodies will respond like mine. If I lose weight, I don’t want it to be moralized with the “good job” “so proud” “you worked so hard for this” commentary. If I don’t lose weight, I don’t want people to assume they have to eat less and move more to avoid being as big as I am.

What I will say is this: im actively working on body acceptance at every size and measurement. This morning when I measured my waist, hips, and thighs I started to freak out a tiny bit. My waist is larger than my hips were prior to my 2019 weight gain. My thighs are almost as large as my waist was at their smallest. The discrepancy between my waist and hips in terms of clothing sizes reminds me of how my body shape is not the celebrated shape. Measurements are needed for lots of things, not just body checking. If I want to buy clothes online, measurements help me find the right fit- and my body deserves clothes that fit it. But the discrepancies mean clothes just… don’t fit. Im trying to look at changes in body size/measurements as data, not goal-driven, and to remind myself it’s just a measurement. My body is as it is no matter what. It’s the same if I measured and if I don’t. It’s like having a lab like cortisol drawn- just a snapshot of how I am right now. Clothes will fit just as well before and after I take measurements. But even still. I didn’t take measurements last week before I decided to start focusing on movement more because I was scared of how I would internalize the numbers. I thought this week, well, maybe I wouldn’t be as “fat” (larger numbers) and I wouldn’t feel as bad about it. But knowing that these measurements might not even be the largest is still somewhat hard because of my own personal aesthetic desires and it’s like… I worry about my clothes and what I might have to do for them to fit my body again.

#personal #journal

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yummydessert · 2 years

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Exactly How to Make Easy Black and White Dessert Pie?

So What's a Black and White Pie?

A Black and White Pie is typically New York city's classic two-toned cookie is beloved so integrating these two aspects is mad logical. That is black and white pie. This pie's double-trouble with its luscious white and also dark delicious chocolate layers. It is the very best of both globes with various options for you, such as Black and White Cookies Gooey Pie Brigadeiro Pie. Also, Black and White Dessert Pie!

This fudgy pie is a crowd-pleaser and also once you attempt an item, you'll wish to make it over and over once more. It's influenced by the black and white brownies you periodically discover at a good bakeshop.

To get points began today, I'm most likely to include an extremely fast and super very easy dessert I love to make Black and White Dessert Pie. This version is made by swirling cream cheese into an abundant, brownie-type batter. You'll enjoy this mix! This rich and luscious no-bake pie utilizes smashed Nilla cookies for the crust, as well as an unholy quantity of chocolate wonderful stuff.

Why I Choose Black and White Pudding Pie- Dessert Flavor?

We perhaps recognize or experience lots of sorts of pies such as Chessame Pie, Black-Bottom White Delicious Chocolate Cheesecake Pie, Black-Bottom Buttermilk Pie, as well as Salted Honey Chess Pie.

But I love pudding very much and generally have some instantaneous dessert in the house, except for the blue bunny sonic the hedgehog ice cream. This is a really tasty dessert that's fantastic for family members. It's additionally fantastic for enjoyable buddies at a barbeque or picnic. It's incredibly simple to make and therefore delicious!

Easy White and Black Dessert Pie Dessert

INGREDIENTS

1 Oreo pie crust

1 bundle of immediate delicious chocolate dessert

1 bundle of instant vanilla pudding

milk

DIRECTIONS

Open package of pie crust.

In a dish, blend the 1 package of vanilla pudding with 2 mugs of milk.

Put the vanilla pudding into the pie crust.

Rinse the bowl out so you can use it again.

Mix the 1 package of delicious chocolate pudding with 2 mugs of milk.

Pour the chocolate pudding into the pie crust, in addition to the chocolate.

Place in the refrigerator to set for a minimum of an hour.

For a slightly much more ornamental appearance, garnish with whipped lotion or spray the top of the pie with scheduled buttered graham cracker crumbs. Additionally, you can put the chocolate layer down first then the vanilla.

After that, you can pull a blade via the layers of pudding to make a swirl on the top prior to putting it in the frig to set. Or, you can hold back a little bit of the delicious chocolate powder mix and spray it across lightly for a little color.

It's finest to construct this pie beforehand to ensure that it has lots of time to cool as well as tighten before slicing. The best make-ahead treat! I like to prepare the pie the day prior to I prepare to offer it.

More Choices Except for Black and White Pie

Likewise, you can attempt other dessert flavors to produce variants on this recipe. For instance, use white chocolate pudding mix to make a White Chocolate Pudding Pie, or an Oreo Dessert Pie by adding smashed Oreo cookies to the pudding or by utilizing the Oreo pudding mix. A strawberry white chocolate Dessert Pie using sliced-up fresh strawberries would certainly be tasty, and so would an Oreo White Delicious Chocolate Pudding Pie! If you don’t want to try pudding pie, you can try the crust flavor like black bottom banana cream pie, salted honey chess pie, and whoopie pie.

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