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jinxedruby · 3 months

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Febuwhump Day Six: "You lied to me"

Featuring Hyrule and Warriors. Heads up for minor character injury in this one. It's not super descriptive, but it's there

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“Ma’am, how much further?” Warriors asked, ducking under a low branch.

The woman’s shoulders hiked up slightly, just as they had every other time Warriors spoke. A frown tugged at Hyrule’s lips as the woman turned, eyes darting all around, never meeting either of their gazes.

“It’s just- it- it’s j-just ahead,” she stammered, hands wringing the skirt of her dress. Her eyes met Hyrule’s briefly and she whipped back around, steps quickening. “He’s just- just through h-here.”

Hyrule exchanged a glance with Warriors. A wrinkle settled between the captain’s eyebrows, lips pursed. He reached up and tapped the hilt of his sword but Hyrule shook his head, despite the uncomfortable feeling in his gut. The woman had come to them, saying her son had gotten stuck in a hunter’s snare and she needed help freeing him. Hyrule was always wary of villagers, but they weren’t in his era and even if she was an ache, she would have revealed herself already. The furrow in Warriors’ brow deepened but he lowered his hand, even if his gait grew stiff and his shoulders drew back. The woman is just worried for her son, Hyrule told himself. That’s all.

They came upon a clearing and the woman suddenly jogged ahead of them. She cupped her hands around her mouth and called, “Jory! Jory, where are you?”

Warriors’ hand immediately went back to his sword, jaw tight. Hyrule glanced at him, ready to attempt to calm him down when he realized what had set the captain off. If the woman’s son was caught in a trap and couldn’t move, why was she calling for him as if she didn’t know where he was?

The forest sprang to life around them. Warriors cursed as Hyrule’s heart leapt into his throat, both of them unsheathing their swords. They went back-to-back as monsters burst from bushes and behind trees, quickly surrounding the two heroes. Hyrule’s heart sank as he recognized all of them as monsters exclusive to his era. Several wosus prowled around them, snouts wrinkled as they snarled and brandished their swords. Hyrule’s heart sank further as he saw gumas and dairas interspersed in the crowd as well. He pressed his back harder against Warriors’, desperately trying to take comfort in the knight’s presence as his heart thudded wildly in his chest, fingers prickling where they wrapped around the hilt of his sword.

“The Hero of Hyrule,” a voice cackled. Hyrule threw his gaze left to see a mago fade into existence beside the woman. It looked to her and said, “Thank you for your cooperation.”

“I- I-“ the woman stuttered, dress twisting under her hands. “I did what you- what you asked. W-where’s my son?”

The mago hummed and vanished. Hyrule’s grip tightened around his sword, looking around wildly for where the mago reappeared. He felt Warriors stiffen and twisted his head around to see the mago in front of the captain, just far enough to be out of range of Warriors’ sword.

“I asked you to bring the Hero of Hyrule alone,” said the mago, wrinkled eyes narrowing as it looked Warriors up and down.

“I- I tried!” the woman cried desperately. “Please, I- h-he insisted, I- I couldn’t-“ She cut off as a daira approached her, snapping its teeth, tail lashing.

“I don’t see a need to keep my word if you don’t keep yours,” said the mago.

The daira roared and the woman shrieked, hiking up her dress and sprinting away from it. Hyrule’s eyes widened as the daira lifted its axe and charged. He reached for his magic without thinking, preparing to cast something, anything to stop the daira from reaching the woman. Warriors moved before he could, switching to his bow faster than Hyrule thought possible and firing an arrow. The arrow struck true, punching through the daira’s scales and digging into the back of its neck. But the axe had already left the daira’s hand. The woman barely made a sound as it buried into her back, only letting out a soft squeak before crumpling to the ground. Hyrule and Warriors both froze, staring wide-eyed at the woman’s body. Then Warriors fired another arrow at the daira and all hell broke loose.

Hyrule lifted his shield as several wosus lunged at once. He easily blocked them, ducking under a clumsy swing and plunging his sword through the nearest one’s abdomen. He didn’t stop as it collapsed, yanking his sword from its body and immediately slashing through the next creature. He felt Warriors’ scarf flutter against his shoulders as the captain shifted behind him, moving in a familiar dance of block, parry, riposte. Hyrule cut down the last wosu just in time to see a mace hurtle through the air. He moved to dodge before remembering Warriors’ unprotected back behind him. He lifted his shield above his head, hastily casting Shield. The mace clanged off the metal, the pain that jolted through his arm muffled by the spell. Just as he lowered his shield, the guma threw another mace. Hyrule blocked it again, gritting his teeth at the blow against his arm. They couldn’t stay in one place like this. His eyes darted around, trying to find an alternative, but everywhere he looked, an enemy stood waiting. He could cast Thunder, but he didn’t know if there were more enemies out of range or where the mago had disappeared to. He couldn’t afford to waste his magic.

“Captain-“ Another mace clanged off his shield, his spell flickering as he grunted. “Can you make an opening?”

Warriors spun, slamming his shield against a daira that got too close. “I can try,” he bit out. “Follow my l-“

“Duck!” Hyrule yelled, crouching low. Warriors complied without turning to look. A mace whipped over their heads.

“Follow me, now!” Warriors shouted. He lunged out of his crouch toward a pack of wosus making up a part of the wall of monsters penning them in. Hyrule darted after him, ducking out of the way of yet another mace. The wosus snarled as the heroes approached, leaping forward to meet them. Warriors cut through two in one swipe. Hyrule blocked an attack and took out a third with a quick thrust. At least the wosus hadn’t gotten any stronger since he’d last fought them. Another slash, another thrust and they were clear. Hyrule lunged over a wosu’s twitching body, Warriors sidestepping the ones before him and running after Hyrule. Monsters surged in to fill the gap but not quick enough. A clang rang out as a blow glanced off Hyrule’s shield. Warriors dove into a roll to avoid a daira’s axe. Then they were through.

An enraged cry rose over the clamor of monsters. In a flash, the mago appeared ahead of the heroes, hands lifted, palms glowing with magic. With no time to warn, Hyrule dove to the side, colliding with Warriors and shoving him out of the way. A fireball streaked past them, singeing Hyrule’s sleeve. They barely had any time to recover their footing before the mago reappeared. Hyrule and Warriors lunged in opposite directions to avoid the fireball. Hyrule nearly ran headlong into a daira. It roared and snapped its jaw, axe raised. It dashed forward, axe spinning toward Hyrule in a blur. He lunged back, the axe narrowly missing his chest. The daira swung again, and again, Hyrule leaning and ducking, barely dodging each time.

He caught a glimpse of the mago out of the corner of his eye. The mago reeled back and Hyrule lunged to the side, fireball zipping past him and striking the ground. The grass caught like oil, flames taller than Hyrule erupting and blocking his path. The mago threw more fire that Hyrule didn’t even have to dodge. Flames exploded behind him and the blood drained from his face as he realized what the mago was doing. He scrambled to the side free of flames but the daira stood in the way, axe raised. Heat flared against his back, the daira closing in. Hyrule lifted his sword and shield higher, eyes wide, breaths quick and shallow. Warriors shouted something but he barely heard it, focus narrowing to the fire around him and daira. The daira lifted its axe and swung. Hyrule held up his shield and the axe smashed against it. Pain splintered through his bone and he shouted through his teeth as him arm buckled, the force of the blow throwing his weight to the side. He leaned back as the axe swung again, nearly backing into the wall of flames. The tip of the axe carved a shallow line across his chest, blood seeping from the wound. He yelped, pressing his shield tight against his chest, injured hand splayed over the wound in an attempt to keep the blood from spilling out.

“Preserve his blood!” the mago hissed from somewhere beyond the daira. Its cackling rattled around in Hyrule’s ears. He took a step back but jolted forward again when his heel hit flame. The daira loomed over him, raising its axe one more time. Hyrule threw up a hand and cast the first spell his panicked mind could conjure; Spell. The daira’s eyes widened for a brief moment before white consumed its body, its form shrinking down. Then the white receded, leaving behind a little blue blob of a bot. Hyrule slashed downward, cleaving the bot in two. The mago shrieked and he dove forward, escaping the cage of fire just as the mago made another wall to hem in where he’d just been moments before. He whipped around as the mago let out a guttural cry of frustration. It lifted a gnarled finger to him. Every remaining monster turned toward Hyrule.

“Get the Hero,” the mago snarled.

The monsters lunged and Hyrule spun. He cut down the first two wosus to approach him, ducked under a hurled mace. An axe whistled toward his head and he cast Reflect, sending it hurtling back into the daira it came from which went down with a howl. Somewhere beyond the horde he thought he could see flashes of green and royal blue as Warriors tried to fight his way to him. A wosu stabbed at Hyrule from the side and he lifted his shield. Pain sparked through his arm at the movement, the sparks turning to agonizing shocks as the wosu’s sword slammed against the shield. He cried out, arm crumpling, but forced himself to turn and thrust his sword through the wosu. A mace clipped his shoulder as he failed to dodge fast enough, a daira’s axe swishing over his head. His breath came in ragged gasps, vision growing fuzzy around the edges as he pushed himself past his limit. He cast Shield again, the lack of magic straining against his gut. Then an axe dug into his leg and he went down.

As he fell, all he could think about was the blood pouring from the wound, the blood decorating the blade of the axe. His blood, his blood that the monsters would take back to Ganon’s ashes, his blood that would spell the end of the world. He should’ve listened to Warriors, he should’ve trusted his gut, he should’ve known that woman lied to them. Just because they weren’t in his era didn’t mean he could let his guard down. As the monsters descended on him and he feebly held up his shield with a broken arm, all he could think about was how he could have prevented this. Maybe he deserved to suffer for his mistakes, but nobody else did. Yet they would.

Then Warriors spun through the monsters like a whirlwind.

Light magic blasted across Hyrule as Warriors whipped around and around in spin attack after spin attack. The range of his assault extended past the blade, glowing light ripping through the monsters and sending them flying. Warriors screeched to a stop beside Hyrule. He stumbled slightly, dragging in haggard breaths. He reached down and grabbed Hyrule’s good arm, hauling him to his feet. He ran, barely giving Hyrule any time to regain his balance and dragging the traveler along behind him. Hyrule’s gaze darted to the grass where he lay as he staggered along with Warriors, searching for any sign of red. He could feel the damp spots on his tunic and pants spreading, had he bled on the ground? Did the monsters- The daira’s axe. Hyrule spun his head in each direction on a swivel, looking around desperately for the axe. Where, where, had to make sure the monsters didn’t get it, where- Then he spotted it. One of the monsters Warriors had cut through, lying on the ground, axe on the grass beside it. And Hyrule’s blood on the edge of the blade. He jerked his arm out of Warriors’ grip, stumbling toward the axe even as the captain yelled. He scooped up the weapon as the mago screeched. His head whipped around just in time to see the mago launch fire at him. Hyrule darted to one side, staggered as a sharp spike of pain stabbed through the deep gash in his thigh. The fireball missed him by a hair’s breadth, searing the ends of his hair. Warriors dashed over, grabbed his arm, and pulled him along at just less than a full sprint.

“Stop them!” the mago howled. The remaining monsters ran after the heroes, grunts and cries filling the air. Hyrule pressed a hand to his thigh, threading what magic remained into his Life spell, slowing the flow of blood so nothing dripped onto the ground. That succeeded in numbing some of the pain as well, making it easier to run. He spurred his legs on faster, Warriors speeding up with him. They ran for what felt like hours, the sounds of monsters and the cries of the mago fading gradually. Hyrule could scarcely breathe, legs burning as his boots pounded against the dirt over and over again. But he couldn’t afford to slow down. They ran until long after the monsters’ cries dwindled into silence. They ran until Hyrule’s legs finally gave out and he tripped, crashing to the ground and rolling. Warriors collapsed to his hands and knees beside him as Hyrule lay spread-eagle on the ground, staring up at the sky. Hyrule’s chest burned, sides cramping as he gasped, ears ringing. Warriors said something but his voice muffled against the cotton in Hyrule’s ears, words lost. Hyrule’s eyes slid closed against his will and suddenly Warriors was shouting, shaking his shoulders. Hyrule blinked, vision blurred and dim.

“Traveler, stay… stay with me, o… okay?” Warriors panted, face flushed, forehead sheening with sweat and streaked with dirt. Blood speckled his cheek like he’d been sprayed and Hyrule hoped distantly that the blood wasn’t either of theirs. “We gotta… we gotta get… back to the… the others.”

Hyrule nodded but he barely felt it, nerves tingling with a numb sort of sensation. He tried and failed to sit up on his own, Warriors needing to help him. His stomach cramped at the movement, arms and legs tensing and relaxing sporadically.

“Can’t… br… breathe,” he gasped, throat feeling raw.

“I know, I… can’t either, but we… gotta keep… moving.” Warriors unsteadily got to his feet, helping Hyrule up. “Moving will… help.”

“Can’t…” Hyrule’s arm trembled as he clung to the captain, unable to even make a fist with his bad arm. “Can’t…”

“Yes, you… you can.” He could feel Warriors trembling from exertion but the captain took a step forward, pulling Hyrule along with him. “Just a little… further.”

“The axe,” Hyrule realized, turning his head sluggishly to see the weapon lying on the dirt. “Has my… my blood, we can’t… can’t leave it.”

If that confused Warriors, he didn’t show it, stooping down to pick up the axe without a word. He tightened his grip on Hyrule’s arm, casting a glance at him. Hyrule nodded at the unspoken question, taking a shaking step forward. Then, slowly, despite exhausted limbs and overexerted energy, they continued making the trek back.

#linked universe #linked universe fic #linked universe fanfic #ruby writes #lu hyrule #lu warriors #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #i had no idea jory was actually a name #i always thought wosus looked more like rats but they're definitely wolf-like in the official art lol #i have no idea if spell works on dairas but i absolutely do not have time to play through the whole game again just to figure that out haha

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wosuart · 1 year

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kostucha00 · 5 months

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13 Grudnia 2023, Wtorek ❄️:

🍪: 1025 kcal

🔥: 105 kcal

💤: 5 h

📕: 0 h

Problem WOSu rozwiązał się sam — dyro wziął mnie z zaskoczenia na spytki. Nie uczyłam się, dlatego niewiele wiedziałam, ale wyszło 2+ co daje mi średnią 3 z hakiem. Jak dla mnie spoko. Za to zajęcia rewalidacyjne są mniej więcej tak żenujące jak się spodziewałam. W pierwszej klasie podstawówki byłam raz na zajęciach wyrównawczych, ale po mniej więcej 10 minutach wychowawczyni oddelegowała mnie do świetlicy, bo okazało się że wcale nie byłam kiepska. Dlaczego o tym wspominam? Otóż te zajęcia rewalidacyjne wyglądają dokładnie jak zajęcia wyrównawcze w pierwszej klasie podstawówki i szczerze mówiąc nie mam pojęcia jaką funkcję mają pełnić. Kobieta która je prowadziła przez cały czas wydawała się być zaskoczona, że nie jestem upośledzona. Dała mi kartę pracy-kolorowankę i kredki i powiedziała (tak wolno, jakbym kuźwa nie znała z polskiego): "weź ŻÓŁTĄ KREDKĘ i pokoloruj SEREK na kolorowance. SEREK, NIE MYSZKĘ". Przez chwilę myślałam że żartuje, ale... Nie żartowała. Powiedziałam że nie zamierzam tego zrobić, bo to zadanie jest idiotyczne i uwłacza mojej inteligencji, a ja nie zamierzam się ośmieszać. Powiedzmy że się potężnie zapowietrzyła, kiedy to usłyszała. Potem przez dwie godziny kazała mi mówić o tym co znaczy być kobietą, a co mężczyzną. Spytałam czy biologicznie, społecznie czy filozoficzne, a ona że OGÓLNIE. Na co ja odpowiedziałam że ogólnie to można się poruszać tylko w obrębie stereotypów. Wyglądała na zaskoczoną że znam takie słowo jak "stereotypy". Jakby, ludzie, szanujmy się. Jestem maturzystką, chodzę do liceum w pierwszej setce najlepszych szkół średnich w Polsce, a potem muszę robić coś takiego. Groteska. Jak tylko stamtąd wyszłam to dosłownie pobiegłam do pokoju nauczycielskiego, gdzie udało mi się złapać mojego wychowawcę. Po dwóch godzinach z tą kobietą miałam wrażenie że moje IQ spadło o połowę i będąc na granicy histerii czułam się w obowiązku przekonać go że wcale nie jestem głupia. Opowiedziałam jak to wygląda i że po prostu nie chcę na to chodzić, chociażby dlatego że to nie ma żadnego sensu. Widziałam że rozumiał i spontanicznie zaproponował żebyśmy poszli do wicedyrektorki dowiedzieć się czy da się coś zrobić i... Nie da się. Bo ja mam orzeczenie, a oni mają procedury. Że to jest odgórne i niby mogłabym złożyć jakiś wniosek do kuratorium, ale najpierw musiałabym umówić się na badania do poradni pedagogicznej żeby mieć zaświadczenie że nie jestem niedorozwinięta umysłowo i nie potrzebuję tych zajęć. Badanie byłoby pewnie w styczniu, informacja zwrotna z oczywistym wynikiem w lutym, złożyć wniosek nic nie zajmuje (powiedzmy) ale zanim się nim zajmą będzie marzec (w najlepszym wypadku) i zanim dostanę odpowiedź zostanie pewnie miesiąc do matury. Więc, krótko mówiąc, za dużo pieprzenia by z tym było. Nie ma sensu. Chociaż męczy mnie to że zamiast wrócić do domu o normalnej porze (tj. 15), kończę o 17, a trzeba przecież jeszcze wrócić do domu. Kilka godzin z życia wywalone w błoto i spędzone na przewracaniu oczami. Nie że coś, ale wydaje mi się że mając autyzm, ADHD i poważną wadę mózgu ogarniam rzeczywistość lepiej niż teoretycznie możnaby się po mnie spodziewać i nie muszę nikomu niczego udowadniać.

Koniec spowiedzi. Idę spać.

#recovery #ed18+#edadult

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akainka · 4 days

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DZIEN 37

Dzisiaj nie bylo najgorzej, ale mialam strasznie zly humor. Siedziałam w tej jebanej szkole do 17 i jedynym plusem jest to, ze przez to nic nie zjadlam. Dodatkowo pisalam sprawdzian i zjebalam, a serio sie na niego ucxylam💀 Jutro sprawdzian z wosu i aktualnie wkuwam, ale nie mam juz troche sily, bo tego jest kurwa za duzo.

Dzisiaj bardzo malo spalilam, bo jak wrocilam do domu to usiadłam nad nauka:(( Jutro bedzie lepiej - na pewno zrobie wiecej krokow.

Ogolnie z fastem lece dalej i skoncze go albo jutro i zjem makaron ze szpinakiem, albo w czwartek po szkole. Nie pisalam wam chyba o tym, ale w piatek wyjezdzam do pracy na cala majowke i jade z rodzicami na prawie drugi koniec polski. Po drodze na pewno staniemy do jakiegos mc czy cos takiego i myslalam, zeby wziac kurczaczki albo lody, bo te rzeczy sa chyba najmniej kaloryczne (jak macie jakies polecajki co wziąć to mozecie pisac w komentarzu!!). Przez to, że będzie ten mc myslalam cxy nie pociagnac fasta do piatku, ale chyba nie dam rady + mam ochote na ten makaron ze szpinakiem 😭😭 Chyba zrobie tak, ze po zjedzeniu w srode albo czwartek bede miala fasta az do tego piątku.

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Zjedzone: 0

Spalone: 200

Kroki: 6900

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Chudej nocy/dnia motylki!💞🦋🦋

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allforbones · 4 months

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Plan na jutro 💌

Wstaję o 5:30 i siedzę na telefonie do 6. Piję kawę, upozorowuję śniadanie, robię skincare, włosy i outfit. Jak starczy mi czasu to posprzątam też pokój przed wyjściem. Raczej pójdę i wrócę piechotą. Jutro mam lekcje od 8 do 16 + sprawdzian z matematyki, chemii i projekt z wosu :-( Jutro nie mam wf'u, więc jak przyjdę ze szkoły to prawdopodobnie zrobię sobię dwugodzinny trening lub pogram w just dance. A i jak wrócę to zrobię olejowanie włosów. Potem pójdę się myć, skincare, haircare, książka, post i spanie 💋

#blogi motylkowe #będę motylkiem #dieta motylkowa #lekka jak motyl #az do kosci #chce byc lekka #gruba szmata #motyli #jestem gruba #bede lekka

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pinkpilatesgirl · 1 year

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O MOJ BOZE MAM SZCZESLIWY NUMEREK DZIS A TYP Z WOSU WRACA I BYC MOZE BEDZIE PYTAŁ (JA NIE WIEM CO OSTATNIE NA WOSIE BYLO BO TO CHYBA DWA TYGODNIE TEMU BYLO) WIEC JESTEM TAK JAKBY URATOWANA I NIE BEDE SIE MUSIALA UCZYĆ NA ORZERWACH ANI NIC ESSA WARIATY💘💘💘🥰🥰🥰

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motylkova-olxzzyv · 7 months

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Diet journal 🦋- 22.09

Ogolnie dzis bylo w sumie giga g 💪💪 utrzymalam sie w limicie i zjadłam dzis tylko 565 kcal, co na mnie jest akurat malo 🤭 ten dzien jest serio jakis szczesliwy- jakby frfr xdd najpierw kolezanka powiedziala ze mi ogarnie jednorazowke, jak wrocilam do domu to okazalo sir, ze siostra kupila mi ksiazke ktora chcialam a na koniec dostalam airwavesy XL za darmo 🥹🥹 Także giga giga g, ale chujnia, bo mialam dzis 3 kartkowki... z polskiego, geografii i wosu (z niczego nic nie umialam XDDD)... Najgorsze jest to, ze juz nawt nie mialam sily i czasu sie na nie nauczuc takze no 💀👍 a trening dzis to w ogole byl zajebisty 😍 przez 2 dni byl chvjowy a dzis... AZ SIE GO PRZYJEMNIE ROBILO 🤭 szkoda, ze spala tylko 166 kcal 🥲 ale jak na tyle kcal co dzis zjadlam to w sumie jest g, bo jeszcze dochodzi jazda rowerem, bieganie po schodach itd 🤷 czyli z 266 kcal napewno bylo.

To raczej tyle

Dobranoccc! <3

In: 565

Burned: 266

All cals: 299

#blogi motylkowe #chude nogi #chude jest piękne #lekka jak motyl #chudosc #motylek any #motylki any #lekka jak motylek #chude uda #motyle w brzuchu #nienawidze zycia #nienawidze siebie #grubaska #chce byc idealna #motylki #bede motylkiem #tw ed diet #az do kosci #dieta motylkowa

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mestimarata · 2 months

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4.03.2024 poniedziałek

Hejjjj

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Bilans:

Cel - 750 kcal/fast

Suma - 0 kcal

Spalone - 430 kcal

Bilans - -430 kcal

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Miałam mega produktywy dzień. Jutro piszę poprawę z wosu i mam nadzieję że mi dobrze pójdzie.

Dobranoooc 🌙🌙🌙

#cierpienie #ed disorder #odchudzanie #tw ana trigger #będę motylkiem #motyli #ed rant #nie jedz #motylek blog #ed not sheeren

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skinny-poppy · 6 months

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Nie idę spać dopóki nie nauczę się na sprawdzian z geografii i nie zrobię notatek na kartkówkę z Wosu. Nawet jakbym miała siedzieć do rana.

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#bede lekka jak motylek #chce byc lekka jak motylek #motylek blog #motylek any #chce widziec swoje kosci #dieta motylkowa #ana meal #chce byc idealna #tw ana diary #ed dieta

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bluevaractyl · 4 months

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Adventure of Link update no one asked for

I've started mapping out the dungeon (Parapa Palace) as I go

oh yeah, level up woohoo

man, fighting moblins and wosu stinks because they take your points if they hit you, and if you defeat them they don't give you anything

getting the hang of fighting the spear-throwing moblins, and they do give me points

how in Hyrule do I get past this red geldarm thingy? Do I need the jump spell first?

oh this guy's smart, he moves his shield to counter me

it's really hard fighting enemies in the dark aaaaa

HOLY GUACAMOLE it's a BOSS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ok I died

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Good news: I beat the horsehead guy!

Bad news: uh got my heartrate up to 123 bpm oops too intense

woohoo one crystal down, I forgot how many to go!!! 🎉

wait a second, wasn't I supposed to find a candle in there somewhere... :/

#blue plays legend of zelda

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kostucha00 · 5 months

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12 Grudnia 2023, Poniedziałek ❄️:

🍪: 1110 kcal

🔥: 170 kcal

💤: 3 h

📕: 1,5 h

O Borze Dębowy, PRZEPRASZAM, że znowu zniknęłam. Mam problem z wbiciem się z powrotem w tryb codziennego pisania. Uroczyście przysięgam, że się poprawię. Ale do rzeczy.

Matury próbne poszły i dobrze, i źle, bo: angielski rozszerzony — 87%, matma — 50%, polski podstawowy i rozszerzony — jeszcze nie wiem. Straszny rozstrzał, przy czym nie ukrywam, że zdaję sobie sprawę, że z angielskiego jestem dużo lepsza niż z matmy, ale biorąc pod uwagę ile czasu na nią poświęcam, spodziewałam się lepszego wyniku. Chociaż nie jest źle, zdaje się od 30%, więc i tak mam spory zapas. Powoli też wprowadzam się w tryb nauki; do szkoły już wróciłam po chorobie, dzięki czemu nie mam już takiego poczucia marnowania czasu i miałam dzisiaj korki. Na jutro miałam zrobić arkusz z matmy, przeczytać chociaż opracowanie Zdążyć przed Panem Bogiem i powtórzyć na WOS. Nie zrobiłam żadnej z tych rzeczy. Wróciłam do domu o 18, zjadłam kolację i była już 23. Czekam z utęsknieniem na etap pracoholistyczno-maniakalny. Boję się tylko, że pojawi się nagle na przerwę świąteczną, kiedy nie będę miała zbyt wiele do roboty. A teraz przydałyby mi się chociaż 3 dni naprawdę intensywnej aktywności umysłowej. W przyszły wtorek jest wystawienie ocen i co prawda nie jestem w tak złej sytuacji jak rok temu, gdy byłam zagrożona z sześciu przedmiotów, ale z WOSu mam tylko jedną ocenę na trzy wymagane, a lekcje mamy z dyrektorem, więc mi nie odpuści. A trudno zorganizować dwie oceny w tydzień, szczególnie kiedy nie było mnie na dwóch sprawdzianach. Do tego dowiedziałam się, że były jakieś obowiązkowe "grupowe" zajęcia rewalidacyjne dla uczniów z autyzmem (grupowe w cudzysłowie, bo w całej szkole takich uczniów jest troje) i jako że na nie nie chodziłam, mogę mieć PROBLEMY KLASYFIKACYJNE. No jasne, co tam wiedza i umiejętności, orzeczenie o niepełnosprawności jest po to, żeby móc usadzić ucznia, który z różnych powodów (również informacyjnych) nie siedział raz w tygodniu ze steraną życiem panią z poradni pedagogicznej, która przez godzinę ładuje mu do łba wiedzę co jeszcze może zrobić, żeby "normalni ludzie" mogli się zajmować nie nim, tylko swoimi sprawami.

Dobra, zmiana tematu.

Jedzonko. Dzisiaj dość dużo go było (jak na mnie). Może kwestia tego że mało spałam, no i zimno jest. Tak bardzo, bardzo. Serio, w zeszłym roku chodziłam po prostu w dwóch swetrach i filcowym płaszczu i było znośnie, a teraz na jutro przyszykowałam sobie do ubrania bardzo konkretną cebulkę: 1) podkoszulka z wielbłądziej wełny, 2) bawełniane body z długim rękawem, 3) podkoszulka z wielbłądziej wełny #2, 4) długi rękaw, 5) koszulka, 6) wełniany kardigan, 7) wełniany płaszcz (nie mój, zayebałam staremu, jest 8 rozmiarów za duży, ale ciepły). Czy wyglądam jak debil? Najprawdopodobniej tak, ale staram się być praktyczna w tej kwestii. Z bmi 17,2 nie mogę się spodziewać że będzie mi ciepło. No i im więcej na siebie włożę, tym normalniej będę wyglądać, co by nie mierzić postronnych.

#recovery #ed18+#edadult

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