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Just Like Dad (1 of 4)

Content & Warnings: referenced military career, domestic fluff, some humor, brief mention of pregnancy, canon-typical swearing, Simon is a girl dad

Word Count: 890

A/N: Part of the Imagines & What If Series

Filling out a parent questionnaire leads to Simon having to answer a hard question.

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“Daddy.”

 A small fist curls around the bottom of Simon’s shirt, tugging. He glances down, finding his daughter there holding out a piece of paper.

“What’s this?” Simon takes it from her, his gaze shifting to the black ink.

“It’s for school.”

It’s a questionnaire. Simons scans over the questions quickly before returning his gaze to his daughter. “Give me a second, love.”

Simon packs up the files he brought home from work. Grabbing a pencil, he strolls out to the living room, his daughter on his heels. Simon takes a seat in the middle of the sofa, placing the paper and pencil on the coffee table. His daughter snags a pillow off the couch, dropping it on the floor next to his legs. Sitting, she stares at him expectantly.

Simon nods toward the paper. “You need to practice your letters.”

She groans. “But it’s about you!”

Simon slowly slides the paper and pencil over to her. She pouts but takes up the pencil, the graphite tip poised above the first line.

“Name,” she says, glancing up at him.

“You know my name.”

She squints at him and looks back at the paper, taking her time to write each letter. She holds it up and Simon smiles. It’s stilted and a bit sideways, but it’s there. She asks several more questions like favorite food and color. Simon doesn’t understand the point to it but they’re likely doing a project on a parent.

“Job,” she says, expectant.

Job. His occupation. That’s a fucking complicated question.

“Military,” he answers.

She frowns. “How do you spell that?”

“Sound it out.”

She does so slowly, elongating each letter as she writes.

Simon glances over her shoulder and chuckles. “That’s an ‘i,’ darling.” He points and she aggressively erases her mistake.

When she finishes, she looks up at him. “Explain.”

Explain. Explain.

Explain…what?

That he kills people? That he negotiates the release of hostages? That he faces violence every day he’s on the job? That he sees some of the worst in people?

How the bloody hell does he explain all that to a six-year-old girl? How does he summarize the violence into a watered-down version that’s digestible enough for her, her teacher, the other students, and her school.

Simon swallows. “I stop bad people from doing bad things.”

She blinks. “Do I have to write all that?”

Simon barks a laugh. “It’s one sentence.”

She silently mimics him, shaking her little body in annoyance as she begins to write. Simon has no idea where the attitude comes from, but it’s likely from Johnny.

“Next question,” prompts Simon once the sentence is written down.

She hesitates and then turns in his direction. “Can I be like you when I grow up?”

Could she? Yes. But the very idea of her in the line of danger frightens him. It twists his stomach, knowing all the things that could befall her if she were to follow in his footsteps. Simon’s gut-instinct is to tell her “No.”

“Why do you want to be like me?” he asks.

She shrugs. “You’re strong. I want to be strong like you.”

“You don’t need to do what I do to be strong.”

“Uh, no,” she says, matter-of-fact, peering at the next question.

Fucking hell, she’s going to be an absolute hellion when she hits puberty. Sighing, Simon rubs at his temple. For some reason, he glances away from his daughter, his gaze landing on you in the hallway. With your hand cradling your slightly swollen belly, you watch on with an amused expression.

Number two. Will this one be like her? Wanting to do what he does?

“Daddy.”

Simon turns back to his daughter. She points at the paper with the tip of her pencil, head tilted slightly to the side.

He leans forward. “What’s the next question?”

“What does your day look like?” She grins up at him, ready for his answer.

Simon hears your soft laugh from the hall, and then your footsteps across the carpet. Your hand reaches out to cradle the back of Simon’s neck. On instinct, he lifts his arm, resting his hand on the small of your back.

“Go on, Simon. Tell her,” you tease, knowing that he’s struggling to form an answer.

“Do you put your mask on first?” The question is innocent but Simon laughs anyway.

“No,” he chuckles, gently taking the paper and pencil from her. “I kiss your mother first.”

Simon drags you in for a kiss.

“Ugh. Gross.” She makes a face, tiny nose scrunching up in disgust.

“Still want my job?” Simon presents the paper and she snatches up in her little fist.

“No thanks,” she sing-songs, stuffing the paper in her backpack, crinkling it up.

You hide your grin in Simon’s shoulder, and Simon tugs you closer. “Good save,” you murmur.

Simon presses his lips to the top of your head. “She has one of my masks.”

“I know,” you giggle. “Found it under her pillow this morning. I put it in your bag.”

“Was it covered in your makeup this time?”

“Had to wash it.”

Simon shakes his head in exasperation. He’s not annoyed. Just perplexed. He doesn’t understand why his daughter wants to be just like him.

It’s because she doesn’t know.

No. She doesn’t know. But one day she will. She might even change her mind.

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Digestive Tips: Follow these to improve your digestion..! | KKG INFO

Digestive Tips: Follow these to improve your digestion..! | KKG INFO

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[iwantoseemybonesss]

wl tips and tricks

1. spend your calories on healthy food obviously and eat enough Protein

2. cold showers are so good

3. Water, Water and Water!!! Drink a lot of water (cold)

4. Drink very warm water in the morning on an empty stomach this helps you with digestion and you can easily go to the toilet

5. Never drink your calories thats such a waste! If you‘re bored of Water, drink black coffee or sugar free tea

6. SLEEP! You burn a lot of calories while sleeping! if you don't sleep enough and and you're awake all night it doesn’t do anything

7. I recommend eating under 1000 calories a day! See what works best for you without binge eating afterwards! (I eat max. 400cals a day)

8. Don't weigh yourself too often as your weight will fluctuate throughout the day and this will make you less motivated. 1-2 times a day is enough. In the morning on an empty stomach and after you finished being on the toilet

9. walking!! Walk a lot!

10. Jogging or Running.

11. Eat slowly for better digestion and you don't bloat before eating drink water!!

12. Less carbohydrates more proteins! and vitamin!!!!!

13. Always weigh your food! Without knowing how much you've eaten, you don't know how many calories you've consumed

14. Don't tell anyone and surprise them with your you‘re new body!! Don‘t look for thinspo be the thinspo

15. buy clothes that make you look slimmer and emphasize your figure

16. Always stand up straight and elegantly as this will make you look purer, slimmer and more beautiful

17. don't disappoint Ana, she just want the best for you so listen to her

18. take before and after pictures to follow and realize your progress

19. zero drinks can cause your fat burning to stop and it is also unhealthy

20. Help a lot around the house (cleaning, tidying up,...) burns extra calories

21. Distract yourself from eating, be active and don't have time for eating! such as learning, drawing, playing, napping, ...

22. If you really want to eat something but don't allow yourself to, you can chew it and spit it out (you still swallow very few calories but not all of them!) its better than puking!!!

23. Cold burns calories but don't go out dressed too thin as you'll get sick more quickly than others

24. save calories! For example, if you want to eat toast, you can cut a slice in half into thin slices so you have a lid and a base made from one slice

25. always looking for excuses such as: I've already eaten, I'm going out to eat with friends, I have a stomach ache and the classic: I'm not hungry

26. buy clothes that are a size or 2 small so you are more motivated

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[freds-one-piece-fics]

Easy to digest (yandere! Strawhats x reader)

It’s Sanji time 🎉🎊🥳

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sanji is an observant man.

Being observant is an important trait when it comes to being a chef besides knowing how to cook. You have to make sure the food is prepared as it should be, otherwise it becomes inedible.

Sanji’s great observation skills weren’t being used on food this time…

It is you who has his attention, and he can’t help but notice how little you consume from your plate… if at all.

He may be caught up with the moss head’s rude remarks towards him, but he never missed how you nibble on whatever was on your plate before placing your fork down.

He also didn’t miss the scrunched up look on your face, showing poorly veiled disgust.

At first, he thought the worst.

He thought it was his cooking.

It had to be! Someone as perfect as you couldn’t handle his unworthy plate of sludge!

But then you made yourself a sandwich the following day despite Sanji insisting on making it for you, and your face contorted go that same disgusted expression.

As you left the barely eaten sandwich to go to the bathroom, he thought to himself.

…Was there something wrong with the food supply? Perhaps something spoiled and it wasn’t necessarily his cooking?

A small flicker of hope was visible in the blonde chef’s eyes as the thought of your disgust wasn’t a result of him.

So with that, he checked the food, the dates, the portions and cleanliness, but he found nothing out of the ordinary.

Perhaps the dishes weren’t cleaned well and it got old food residue in his cooking? He already cleans everything top to bottom… but he’ll be more thorough if it means you finally finish a plate he makes.

Present day…

Tonight’s dinner was simple but flavorful.

Sanji cooked to the right amount of time and at the right temperature. The seasoning was reasonable but gave the food enough flavor to satisfy everyone’s taste buds.

Everyone dug in immediately, never disappointed with the food that is made by Sanji, while you stared at your plate, noting the contents as you moved some food away with a fork to view the insides.

Finally, you grabbed your knife and cut a slice out of the juicy chicken before bringing it to your lips.

You nibbled some of the juicy chicken and roasted carrots before offering the rest of your food to Luffy, who smiled broadly at you.

“Is something wrong with the food, (y/n)-chwan?”

You looked away from Luffy to stare at Sanji, who sat across from you. Everyone at the table piped down a little to listen not so subtly, adding to the pit in your stomach.

“No, Sanji. The food is great.” You stated matter of factly.

“That’s a relief! Are you gonna finish?” He tilted his head while smiling enthusiastically.

“I’m not that hungry. I ate.” You said dismissively.

“Don’t shit in our mouths and call it chocolate cake, you didn’t eat anything this morning.” Zoro snorted.

Sanji scowled at the greenette before he grabbed his polished shoe off his foot and chucked it at Zoro, nailing him in the forehead. While Zoro fell over, grabbing his head in pain, Sanji turned and smiled warmly at your stunned face.

“Zoro is right, you haven’t eaten today, (Y/n)-chwan-“

“-The FUCK!?” Zoro hissed out, but Sanji ignored him.

“-you should put some food in that tummy of yours.” Sanji finished in a lovey dovey tone before snapping his head towards Luffy.

“Luffy do NOT TOUCH THAT PLATE.”

Luffy paused midway, almost touching the tip of the chicken on your plate with his finger before retracting his arm in disappointment.

You looked between Luffy and Sanji before gulping and picking up your fork.

“…I’ll try to eat.”

Nami and Chopper glanced at you worriedly, Chopper being more so nervous as you took a bite.

Despite you finally eating his food, Sanji couldn’t help but find your reluctance a bit off putting. You clearly weren’t telling him something, and it bothered him…

Everyone continued on eating and fighting off Luffy while Sanji stared at you intently. He wouldn’t be able to watch you for long though, as Zoro didn’t forget the shoe that was thrown at his head…

Nobody seen you come out of the lounge for an hour.

While Luffy, Chopper, and Usopp tried playing a game without you involved, they were visibly becoming bored and restless without you there.

Everyone was up to their own business, trying to find something distracting on this lazy day. Everyone… except Sanji.

He was in the lounge with you, cleaning the dishes while you helped him silently.

Although the rushing of water from the sink prevented most tiny sounds from being heard, it didn’t hide the strange gurgling coming from your stomach.

At first, Sanji assumed that maybe you were still hungry. But the moment he entertained the idea of preparing a second plate, you shut him down with a horrified “no!”, which was followed by you correcting your tone.

This once again made Sanji think that his food was the problem, and it didn’t help that your face turning an unhealthy color…

Oh.

Oh shit.

Sanji quickly turned to study your face more closely. While you were focused on scrubbing the food off the plate, your hands were shivering violently as your (s/c) flesh gained an unhealthy hue.

“(Y/n), are you ok?” Sanji asked despite knowing the obvious.

You opened your mouth to speak before your body wrenched forward. Your bandaged hand quickly covered your mouth as you turned to the trash can before gripping the edges and vomiting into it.

Sanji was quick to rush to your side as you shook violently. You were spitting, gagging, and vomiting until there was nothing left, leaving your stomach empty and twisted.

The entire time, Sanji rubbed your back and comforted you. He was naturally grossed out by the vomit, but his worry and guilt overpowered that instinctual disgust tenfold.

‘I forced them to eat that sludge I dare called lunch…’ he thought to himself.

Something must be wrong with the food! The way he cooks! Everything!

As carefully as he could, he led you to a chair to settle in while he poured you a glass of cold water.

Sweat was forming on your face as your leg bounced. Sanji immediately approached you and leaned over to swipe the hair out of your face, completely unbothered by the sweat sticking to his hand.

“…I’m sorry, Sanji…”

Sanji’s heart melted more than it already did as he gently placed the glass on the table.

“Oh (Y/n), it was my fault for feeding you that garbage. I clearly didn’t make any of my food even close to being edible, so don’t be sorry for my own ignorance.” Sanji said sweetly.

“Your food is amazing, Sanji. I just can’t handle food in general.” You sighed.

You were feeling relief as the stomach upset passed slowly, but it left a sickly pit in your stomach… one that needed to be filled with food.

“What do you mean by that?” Sanji asked.

“I… I have what you’d call a sensitive stomach.” You smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of your head.

“I basically can’t handle any heavy foods, greasy food, milk, bread… super salty food…” you covered your face with your hand.

“Your food is delicious… but some of it has stuff I can’t keep down…” you finished.

Sanji blinked once. Twice. Three times.

…that’s it?

A sensitive tummy?

That’s why you couldn’t keep your food down?

“With all due respect, (Y/n)-chwan… Why didn’t you tell me this? I could’ve made you a dish specifically for your dietary needs.” He asked gently, trying not to guilt you.

“You already work so hard to provide amazing food and you have a ship full of people to feed, I couldn’t stack strict requirements on that.” You muttered.

Sanji’s heart swelled at that.

“Oh (Y/n)-chwan, you’re so thoughtful and generous! I’m happy you keep my well-being in mind~” he swooned.

“…but that won’t stop me from making you a dish fit for your needs. What kind of chef would I be if I can’t serve suitable meals for all walks of life?” He frowned a little before replacing it with his usual smile.

“Now! Sit right there, drink that glass of water, and relax! I’ll whip you something up fit for your belly!”

“Wait, Sanji. You don’t have-“

“(Y/n)… you must eat.” Sanji said with a hint of something in his voice that you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Now tell me… what it is you can digest.”

~~~~~~~~~~

I’m so sorry for the long wait. Truly.

No excuse other than procrastination.

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[prettyprettypaci2]

Drool - Part 4

💊 Part 1 💊 Part 2 💊 Part 3 💊

"Come on, honey, you just told me you were starving! Either there's a big scary lion growling in your tummy, or now you're fibbing. Open up."

Nurse Molly's rosy perfume fills your nostrils as you breathe hard through your nose. You're being careful not to bite your lips as you keep them pursed shut, revolted by the appearance of the brown goop dangling at the end of the nurse's pink spoon. The waxy sheen of the sticky, moist food does nothing to make the unidentifiable chunks appear more appetizing.

Your pink puffy mittens remain snugly wrapped around your fists, leaving you no outlet for nervous movement except pumping your legs back and forth in the bizarre high-seated chair you've been strapped to. Nurse Molly had said it was dangerous for you to eat lying down while still recovering from the muscle relaxers, and the restraints were necessary to keep you from falling out and bumping your head. Worst of all, as you whimper and squirm in your purple t-shirt and fuzzy cotton bib, wrinkling your nose and glaring at Nurse Molly, you can't help but hear it: the constant, gentle, singing, mischievous crinkle of your puffy diaper.

You're hyper-aware of its every hug and tug on your body: the way the leg guards press into your thighs as your hanging feet kick the air. The way the plush cotton shapes itself to your bits and bum as you sit on the cushioned seat. The way the stretchy tapes, tipped blue like a French manicure, squeeze the plastic wings to your hips, keeping it snugly in place.

But right this minute, even your humiliatingly thick diaper is not your biggest concern.

"Come on, honey. You've got to eat something! We only serve fresh, healthy food at the clinic. It's easy to digest and has all the nummy vitamins you need to keep your treatment on track!"

Nurse Molly hovers the pink spoon in front of your closed mouth as her syrupy voice coaxes you to give in. You swivel your head from side to side, and the brown goop follows the path of your lips like a homing beacon. This whole thing feels ridiculous! Why can't they let you feed yourself? Why can't they serve you real food?! And why must you be RESTRAINED in a chair where your pink jelly sandals can't even touch the floor?!

"Oh, I think I know the problem. You miss having your device in your mouth, don't you? Is that it, honey? You want your sucky little buddy back?"

This has to be a joke! You scowl at the giant pink pacifier resting on the plastic tray in front of you, its silicone shaft still glistening with your creamy drool.

"N-n-no! Ohhhhnnnngh!"

You can't stop yourself from stammering out a denial, but this serves only to form your mouth into the perfect "O" shape for Nurse Molly to slide the pink spoon past your lips. Shocked by her quick reaction, you swallow reflexively, and the first bite of brown goop slides its way into your rumbling tummy.

It tastes awful. Like bitter vegetables pulverized with protein slurry. You scrape your tongue with your teeth to get the sticky substance off your taste buds and thrust your head forward, gagging. Nurse Molly clearly interprets this as you smacking your lips and leaning in for more, which she obliges with another gooey spoonful of the brown mush forced into your open mouth.

As the horrifying feeding begins in earnest, your only goal is to get the revolting taste of the food out of your mouth. You realize, paradoxically, that this means swallowing it all as quickly as possible. But every time you force more of the sludge down your throat, it's replaced just as quickly by an even thicker spoonful thrusting past your lips. After a minute, the pace of your feeding becomes a marathon, and bits of goop you can't swallow begin dribbling out of your mouth, onto your chin, and staining the front of your drooly bib.

"Look at you go, honey! That's it! Nom nom nom! Just like that! Whoops, don't fidget, I just got some on your cheek! That's okay, just a little snack for later, hm?"

You're struggling to breathe as more mush is shoveled into your mouth than you can possibly take. Your eyes roll up to the ceiling as your jaw hangs open stupidly; more sticky food is spilling from your lips than is making it to your stomach, turning your bib into a canvas of disgusting brown slop. A heavy chunk falls onto your thigh, along the seam of your puffy diaper's leg guard, looking all the world like a messy accident that was too big for your padding to contain.

"Nnnnnngggggghhhhhhhhhhh," you moan pathetically, spraying even more goo across your face. You're not so much trying to communicate as prove to yourself you're still conscious. Stupefied by the slimy, horrible-tasting drool that now streams from your face, your pink-mittened hands pull at the restraining straps of the high-seated chair. Why? Why? Why?

"Wunngh? Wunngh? Wunngh?" You gurgle through a fresh mouthful of sludge. Tears drip from your eyes and snot from your nose, mingling with the oozing mess that decorates your cheeks and chin.

"Don't worry, honey. In two shakes of a lamb's tail, you'll have your sucky back between those pretty lips. We're going to fix you and make it all better. There's no need to cry."

Nurse Molly scrapes the bowl for a last spoonful of the brown slurry. Your eyes widen in horror as the final bite comes sailing not towards your mouth, but towards your nose. With a playful giggle, Nurse Molly intentionally smears the foul-smelling goop across every inch of your face, massaging it into your skin like lotion, mixing in your tears.

Setting down the spoon, she picks up your pacifier and leans in close, wielding the silicone nipple like a pestle to push the last of the disgusting food into your now-bulging tummy. The motion of the nipple sliding in and out between your lips is strange and humiliating, yet you can't stop yourself from sucking and slurping the soft, rubbery shaft.

"This feels better, doesn't it, honey?" Nurse Molly whispers, causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand. "This is what you wanted all along."

You realize with crippling shame that you do feel calmer now. The taste of the awful food begins to evaporate in the streams of drool that the pacifier coaxes from beneath your tongue. Despite yourself, you settle into a suckling rhythm, and breathe a sigh of relief when the pink leather strap is secured around your head. The pacifier is locked back into place. Your mouth is yours again.

All you have to do is suck.

💊 Part 5 💊

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[uncharismatic-fauna]

Go Go Southern Lesser Galago!

Also known as the South African galago or the mohol bushbaby, the southern lesser galago (Galago moholi) is a small primate from the Galagidae, or bushbaby family. As the name implies, they are located only in southern Africa, from northern South Africa up to Rwanda. Their preferred habitats are savannahs and semi-arid woodlands, where they can often be found high in the canopy, and they are particularly associated with Acacia trees.

The mohol bushbaby is one of the smaller members of its group; at full height they stand no taller than 15 cm (6 in) and weigh only 225 g (7.9 oz). In fact, their tail is longer than their body, easily reaching 23 cm (9 in) in length. While it isn't prehensile, the tail is still an important tool for climbing as it gives G. moholi an excellent sense of balance. Along with their incredible tails, the South African galago also has one of the largest sets of ears of any primate, proportional to its size; these ears can move independently to help the southen lesser bushbaby avoid predators. G. moholi's final distinguishing feature are their eyes, which are incredibly large and a distinctive orange color. Individuals themselves tend to be gray or light brown, which helps them blend in with their surroundings.

South African galagos are almost strictly nocturnal. At night, they forage through the canopy for moths and beetles. These bits of protein, however, are supplemental; the mohol bushbaby's primary source of food is gum, or hardened sap from the Acacia plant. G. moholi has several adaptations allowing it to specialize in gum extraction, including scraping teeth on the lower mandible; long, rough tongues; and digestive systems that have evolved to break down and ferment the tough substance. Because they have very few defense mechanisms, southern lesser galagos are a common prey for many nocturnal species like eagles, owls, snakes, mongooses, civets, and gennets.

One of the few ways the South African bushbaby avoids predation is through its social units. Groups of 2-7-- typically composed of a female, her young, and a few non-reproductive relatives-- forage together. In these groups, their collective night vision and highly-developed hearing allow them to detect and alert each other to predators long before the threat is immanent. While individuals forage seperately, they keep in contact via loud, high pitched calls that can serve as a warning for predators, a point of contact between mother and offspring, or a territorial warning between males.

Male G. moholi live seperately from social groups, and are highly aggressive against other males invading their territory. This area often overlaps that of several female-led groups, but they only come in contact with each other during the mating season. Unusually, the species has two mating seasons through the year; from January to Februrary (late summer) and from October to November (early spring). Following a gestation period of 120 days, females produce a single set of twins each mating season. Each set is weaned after approximately 3 months, and young become fully mature at 300 days. Female offspring may join the mother's group, while males leave to establish their own territory. In the wild, an individual may live up to 16 years.

Conservation status: The IUCN has classified the South African bushbaby as Least Concern. Studies have indicated that the population is stable and, in some areas, increasing. However, in other areas the species is threatened by habitat loss and possibly capture for the pet and bushmeat trade.

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[girlactionfigure]

Ten Tips for an Easy Yom Kippur Fast

Fasting doesn’t necessarily mean suffering. There’s quite a bit we can do to alleviate the bodily and mental stress that normally accompanies a fast. The day before the fast, follow the following guidelines:

1. Cut down your caffeine intake to minimize headaches. That means stop drinking coffee, tea, and cola at least eight hours before the fast, and preferably twenty-four hours before the fast.

2. Avoid salty, spicey, and fried foods on the day before the fast.

3. Avoid white sugar, white flour, and white rice. Eat whole-grained foods such as brown rice and whole-wheat bread or challa.

4. Drink a lot of water all day long.

5. Eat a good breakfast that includes fruits, veggies, eggs or sardines, and whole grains.

6. The pre-Yom Kippur meal (se’uda mafseket) should include baked or broiled fish, a veggy salad, consomme, a small portion of chicken or turkey, and a side dish of complex carbohydrates. Substitute sweet deserts with watermelon or other water-retaining fresh fruit, and a cup of herb tea with a whole-grain cookie.

On Yom Kippur:

7. The more you immerse yourself in prayer, the less you’ll think about food.

8. Rest between prayers. Don’t run around outside, especially in the hot sun. Save your voice for prayers. Idle talking will make you thirstier, and will detract from the holiness of the day.

After the fast:

9. Drink two glasses of water, and then eat solids gradually, so as not to shock the digestive system. Begin with fruit, like plums or grapes. The worst thing people do is to consume pastries and soft drinks, or “lekach un bronfan” (cake and liquor) right after the fast (these are unhealthy anytime, all the more so right after the fast when they give your body a shock of glucose).

10. Forty-five minutes to an hour afterwards, one can eat a balanced meal with protein, carbohydrates, and vegetables. After eating, relax for an hour with your favorite book (preferably Gemara of the laws of Succoth from Shulchan Oruch) and your favorite beverage, then begin constructing your Succa.

Attention diabetics, heart patients, folks with high blood pressure, and people whose health depends on regular medication - you must be especially careful to ask your doctor if you are capable of fasting, and then consult with your local rabbi, giving him the doctor’s exact opinion. For many such people, it is a mitzva not to fast on Yom Kippur.

#Yom Kippur #Fast #Judaism #Jewish

[femmefatalevibe]

Femme Fatale Guide: Simple Tips For Healthy Eating & Exercising Habits

As someone who lost 30-40 pounds and has kept it off for over a decade, here are some practical ways to eat better and move more that still allow you to have a life and enjoy your food & workouts.

Tips for Healthy Eating Habits:

Adopt a healthier lifestyle out of self-love and improvement, not self-punishment or hatred

Shift into an abundance mindset: What foods and types of movement can you use to add/enrich your life? Focusing on what you're cutting out will only backfire

Prioritize produce: Find fruits and vegetables you love (a decent variety, around 5-10 options, is a good start)

Focus your meals on plant foods: While you don't need to cut 100% of animal foods out of your diet, making at least half of your plate fruits, vegetables, potatoes, or beans will help fill you up and support your vitamin requirements

Research & experiment until you find a rotation of healthy meals you love: Make your healthy eating routine as mindless and straightforward as possible. Once you find a handful of healthful breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snack options you enjoy, it becomes infinitely easier and more enjoyable to stick to a healthier lifestyle

Cook 80-90% of your meals at home. Know what's in your food. Control the amount of any added oil or sweetener you incorporate into any dish

Decide on at least 2 sweet and 2 savory healthy snack options you can always have on hand to support hunger or a craving throughout the day (mine are fruit bowls, a small bowl of oatmeal [with or without a few almonds], plain popcorn, carrots & hummus, and frozen edamame)

Have fun tea, coffee, and water options available: Always eat if you're truly hungry. But, for the times you're bored or stressed, having a vanilla or cinnamon tea, a cup of cold brew, or a lemon/fruit-infused water can satisfy your desire for some palette simulation

Be mindful of potential vitamin deficiencies: Your hair, skin, digestion, mental health, and energy can easily be on the rocks due to a vitamin deficiency. Get your levels checked to every year or two to ensure you're in optimal health. As a vegan who lives in a seasonal climate, I take B12 and vitamin D daily to keep up with these nutrient requirements

Allow yourself a weekly indulgence and splurge on special occasions. Prioritizing your health, not deprivation, is essential to make your life high-quality and worth living

Tips to Make Exercise More Effortless & Enjoyable:

Create 2-3, 60-120 minute (1-2 hour) playlists with different upbeat, EDM, or dance party vibes: Use these playlists to set the tone for a long walk or a gym workout

Keep a "Workout Bank" on your Youtube favorites list: Curate a handful of 10-30 minute pilates, strength training, or dance sculpting classes to always have an option available

Block your workout or walk into your schedule: Make a meeting on your calendar, set a reminder or an alarm with an upbeat song on your phone. Make a movement date, and prioritize yourself. It's for your health – your most priceless asset

Book a workout class with a friend. If you want to go solo, book it a week in advance, and tell at least 2 other people about your plans. Describe the workout class you're taking in as much detail as you can. Pique the other person's interest to incline them to ask you how it was after the class. This social pressure can make you feel more accountable to follow through with your workout in the end.

Dance around your room for 10-30 minutes in the morning before work, after work before dinner, or as a nightcap. Any movement counts

Practice moderation: Don't try to work out every day. Maybe you can get some steps in or have a solo dance party, but don't try to overdo it and stress out your body. This practice will only lead to quick burnout and no long-term motivation. Sustainable routines win the race

#healthy habits #diettips #exercise #healthylifestyle #femme fatale #dark feminine energy #dark femininity #it girl #queen energy #loa success #success mindset #dream girl #glow up #level up #high value woman #high value mindset #female excellence #female power #femmefatalevibe

[thynisia-pac-readings]

My core tips for intuitive card readings:

Happy thoughts, happy feelings, smile! Just approach a reading in a natural state of joy, playfulness and unconditional love. Taking on this approach is very important because it keeps you in a high vibrational state and you will not be affected by other people's energy or what the reading comes up with. Additionally, you will channel more easily in this state.

Invoke divine help for every single reading. From Source, Gaia, higher self & true spirit guides (yours, and theirs). This is important they can help us better when we verbally call upon them. Like opening the door instead of talking through the window.

Ask them for healing, guidance, channeling of accurate information, holding the space. Same reason as before.

Example: I call upon Source, Gaia, my higher self and my true spirit guides. I also call upon X's higher self and X's true spirit guides. I ask for the specific channeling of truth, healing and wisdom, which will serve divine will in the highest interest of all, thank you.

Once the reading is finished, thank all the divine help you have invoked and cut the cord straight away with the person, their higher self and their spirit guides.

How to cut the energy cord? Imagine this energy cord connected to you, and cut it in any way that works the best for you (scissors, hands). See it dissolve away from you and back to them; see your energy come back to you all pure if there's any. I also say out loud "I cut the energy cord with X, their higher self and their true spirit guides. Cut, cut, cut (while doing cutting hand motion on the cord, bc I cut with the white light that I project from my fingers), thank you".

And all of this doesn't even take much time at all if you try it. Yet it really makes a difference. I have done readings for 5 people in a row, face to face, and I wasn't drained at all physically, emotionally or energetically. Actually I tend to feel hot lol.

Bonus tip: Ask the question out loud and address Source, or Gaia, or their higher self, or their true spirit guides. Each will have a different perspective although the answers will be similar overall, so only address one and not multiple at a time. The answers will be much clearer.

~

Water, food, energy

Drinking water is so important but not just to stay physically hydrated. Doing card readings or meditation, you will be channeling divine energy and that will actually be consuming water in your body. So drink water BEFORE doing readings as well as AFTER.

However, I do not recommend eating food right before doing card readings or even meditation. Or at least make sure you've digested already. Why?

This is because your body and your energy will be focused on digesting this food. When you're reading cards or meditating, you are connecting to the divine/higher self and you are channeling information, aka energy (information is held within this energy you're channeling).

In addition, your energy is interacting with the energy of whomever you're reading for. If you're still digesting food, that will lower your channeling ability, your sensitivities and such. Especially if this is for a paid reading, I want to be fully apt. That's my knowledge from having studied Pranic Healing with a master, so this is both experienced and learnt.

Personally, I never feel physically or emotionally drained from doing readings since I follow these little self-rules. That does not happen to me, unless I am already tired - in which case I will not read. It can be a lot sometimes yes, but only if the reading was particularly heavy or if I've done several long readings in a row - then I need a break to ground myself. But I won't ever feel drained. If you feel drained in any way, pay attention to what you are doing and in which state you're putting yourself into.

#pick a card #pac #pick a pile #oracle reading #divination #psychic reading #card reading #oracle #tarot reading #tarot #pick an image #energy #spirit guides #tarot community #pick a picture #intuitive readings #free tarot reading #gaia #card reading tips

[holylulusworld]

Asgardian Possession – Kinktober 14

Summary: You are his.

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Kink: possessive behavior 

Rating: lightly explicit

Warnings: possessive behavior, light smut, protected sex, biting, forced voyeurism, Loki’s tricks

A/N: A short but naughty drabble.

A/N2: idea by anon

Words: 850+

Kinktober 2022

“I bet he tried to kill her.”

You glare at Clint.

“Would shut up, Barton?”

“Not for a million bucks,” Clint smirks as you try to ignore the staring contest going on between Loki, his brother, and two over-protective super-soldiers.

“Brother.”

“Thor.”

“What did you do this time? Did you try to kill Lady Y/N? Yes or no.”

“I would never try to kill my favorite pet. She’s the only one getting my humor. Plus, she makes the best food. I can’t digest the food they offer me on Midgard. Y/N always takes good care of me.”

“That’s no excuse for locking her up in your room, Loki,” Thor’s voice booms through the room. “Brother, she’s not one of your servants. Lady Y/N is a good friend to the Avengers and me.”

“She’s like a sister to me,” Loki’s eyes darken as Steve dares to step closer to you. He grits his teeth while slowly sliding his daggers out of his sleeves to press the tip of one dagger into Steve’s chest and hold the other against the super-soldier’s throat.

“BROTHER!”

“Hands off!! Y/N is my pet. No one can touch her but me,” Loki sneers as Bucky tries to step in front of you. “Last warning. Pet, come over here.”

“She’s not some animal,” Bucky grunts. “Stay away from Y/N, or you can have a taste of my fist.”

“Try me,” the raven-haired trickster gives Bucky a sinister smile. “I bet you can’t even throw a punch before you ended up losing your mind.”

“Brother, don’t,” Thor warns again. “No fighting and no illusions to mess with our allies’ minds. You promised to behave.”

“I promised not to kill them. I didn’t say a thing about keeping them from killing each other.”

Loki just loves semantics.

“Loki of Asgard. You will not use your powers on one of them,” the blonde Asgardian calls for his hammer. “If you don’t listen to me, I’ll send you to…”

“Guys, can you stop fighting,” you finally speak up. “I stayed at Loki’s room on free terms. He didn’t force me to stay. Uh-we read a few books, and talked about Midgard, Asgard, and stuff.”

“Stuff. Right.”

Clint doesn’t believe a single word leaving your lips. He can see it in your eyes. You are lying to all of them to protect Loki.

“You are hiding some things from us, young lady,” your roll your eyes. Entrance Tony Stark. Your self-declared father. Or big brother. Depends on his mood.

“ENOUGH!” Loki’s hands turn blue for a moment. “Get away from my pet. Everyone knows I laid claim on Y/N and her body.”

“Loki.”

You sigh as said man wraps his arm possessively around your waistline. He glares at the men in the room to make sure you belong with him. “Darling. Let me tell them to back off.”

“I told you to stop acting like I’m your most prized possession. Stop calling me pet,” you mutter under your breath. It’s no use. Loki already made up his mind. He won’t back down now.

“I will lay claim on you whenever I want to. Pet, follow me to my chambers.”

“Room,” you correct.

“Chamber.”

You give up for now. “Fine. Bring me to your chamber…”

“Mine. That’s what you are,” Loki is like a man possessed. You didn’t get far and ended up in the communal room. On the couch. “Look at you, filled with your God.”

“Loki, we should go to your room.”

“No.”

He pins your hands above your head. “Loki,” you can only watch him move on top of you. He digs his knees into the couch, and gyrates his hips to hit that spot he always finds so easily. “Fuck.”

“Look at me,” holding his gaze you whimper. Loki looks like he’s about to eat you alive. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“’m yours…”

“Yes you are,” he growls. “Everyone will know it after tonight. Pet, be more vocal. I want you to be as loud as possible.”

You wrap your legs around his waistline and dig the soles of your feet into his ass. His pale skin seems to glow in shades of blue when he speeds up. You can already feel his cock twitch inside of you.

“I want you to cum for me,” you cry out in pleasured pain as it seems his cock just turned a little colder. “Now, pet.”

“FUCK! I … Loki! What are you doing?” arching your back you push your tits in his face. Loki greedily takes the chance to bite your tit again to leave yet another mark. “Cold!”

“YES! I will freeze your pussy if you don’t admit you are mine!”

You fear he’ll tear the condom with his powers.

“Sick bastard,” Steve still fights Loki’s influence. “Let us go or at least look away.”

“No,” Loki licks around your nipple. “I told you that Y/N is mine. You all disagreed so, here we are. Is my godlike cock inside of her cunt proof enough?”

“Brother, I’ll kill you…”

“Nah, you will watch me fuck my queen…”

Loki smirks as your eyes drift toward your friends frozen to the spot.

Loki will force them to watch you get devoured by the God of mischief.

Over, and over, and over again…

Tags in reblog.

#loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki laufeyson x y/n #kinktober day 14 #Asgardian Possession #kinktober 2022 #smut

[forestshadow-wolf]

Today's bird: the Mourning Dove (@bringinsexybackk69)

During mating season when a male dove is chasing off another male, the female (if mated to one of them) will follow along for the ride (she's just a girl)

They mate for life

When looking for food they can store seeds in a pocket of the esophagus called the crop, untilnthey can find a safe place to digest it

They can fly in speeds up to 55mph

For newly hatched chicks both parents produce what is called "crop milk" or "pigeon milk" to feed to the chicks for the first four days of life

They are able to safely consume brackish (salt) water that si about half as salty as the ocean (much more than we can handle), meaning they can survive quite well in deserts

They're also one of the most abundant and widespread birds in north america

A lot of birds fill their beak with water and tip their heads back to drink, but mourning doves are one of the only birds that don't need to because thay are capable of creating suction

Tomorrow's birb: Tucan

#mourning dove #birds #i like birds #el rambles

[blushcoloreddreams]

Dream hair at home - why don’t you have your dream hair today

Why don't you have your dream hair yet even if you are following tips from professionals and bloggers? And how will you achieve it now? Focusing on hair therapy and treating it from the inside. That's why I need to talk to you about how the beauty of your hair strands, contrary to what many people think, it is not acquired only through cosmetic products, it also comes from the inside. Our focus here is for you to learn how to take care of your hair at home using the correct products and technique, but I couldn't help but tell you that your hair is also reflection of your health. Many people think that hair is dead matter and whose function is only to adorn and protect the face and the scalp. And, yes, it has these functions, but, In fact, your hair's most important role is to be the mirror, the reflection of how your body is inside. Our body is a unique, completely integrated system. For your thyroid to be well, it is necessary that your stomach is in good condition; for your stomach to be well, your liver needs to be healthy. In other words: your organs are all interconnected, and they all have importance. It couldn't be any different with your hair: it has the important role of being the thermometer that points out whether you are are healthy inside or not. Hair is a reserve of nutrients for your body. And when one is missing nutrient, a vitamin, a mineral for the liver, for example, your body takes it from the reserve, that is, from your hair, to deliver to the liver

The same happens when we manage to contain a dermatitis using just one ointment. However, treating cause and nipping the evil in the bud is the right thing to do. therefore, we only obtain lasting results by taking care of your health… I want to tell you that yes, we can also treat your strands and make them look beautiful and perfect using cosmetics correctly. However, I need you to have awareness that maintaining a balanced diet and keeping your body hydrated is crucial for your hair to be in it’s shape. At some point in this series, you may think “um, but the blog I read said differently” or “um, but my hairdresser taught me differently.” And I know that many of the things I'm going to teach you here are very different from what you've ever seen. This will happen because Your hairdresser or beauty blog writer don’t focus on hair therapy. The hairdresser specializes in changing color and shape of the hair. Cut, dye, bleach, style your hair… But, in fact, the best way to learn deep knowledge of caring for yarn is with a hair therapist or a tricologist so I decided to share what I learned with mine. Here I hope to help you take better care of your hair at home

Shall we read labels? “Julia, are you going to teach me how to read labels and understand about the composition of the products?” I want you to learn, in a practical and objective way, to create your hair Schedule at home.

There's no point in bringing content at this point in-depth information about Hair Therapy right now. This would interfere with your results, since you are starting now. The important thing here is that you learn how to take care of your hair so that they look beautiful in record time. To do so, you first need to understand why of still not having that wonderful hair that you so desire. What are you doing wrong or what products are not should you be using? What are you doing today that is stopping you from having the perfect hair?

Foods I need you to stop using homemade recipes today. Mayonnaise, egg, avocado… None of that should be used anymore. be applied to your hair. This is because, although some these are foods that are good for hair health, they need to be ingested, not applied. After all, your digestive system needs to digest and absorb of these nutrients, which will be released into the blood tissue and then distributed to their cells, including those of your hair. Food, therefore, should no longer be applied to the hair.

Products that are more disruptive than helpful Also, please stop using toning shampoo now. It really damages your hair. Furthermore, did you know that humectant oil, when used incorrectly, Does it mistreat the hair strands a lot? It turns out that the risks can be greater than the benefits, so I'd rather you not or if. In medicine, there is a premise that the use of A medicine is not justified unless the expected benefits outweigh the possible harms. And it is the same for our case here with the use of oils. He will be more damaging to your hair than it will actually cause benefits. I will explain more about these issues later. with vegetable oil, but right now I need you to stop use all of this that, instead of helping you, is delaying your results and preventing you from having perfect hair now.

After all, what is healthy hair? This is when the hair has a silky feel and, in fact, is silky… it's really well groomed

For example, when we only apply shampoo, the hair becomes hard and difficult to untangle. This is because the shampoo has a pH of around 5.5, above the physiological pH of the hair, which is between 3.8 and 4.5.

Physiological pH means that the hair's natural healthy stay at this pH. Therefore, whenever it is outside this, with a higher or lower pH, the wire will have an unpleasant appearance. On the other hand, when applying a very acid product, below the pH of the hair thread, acidification or compaction of the thread will occur. This is the case with the Brazilian hair dry, relaxing your hair, botox and sealing, which have a pH of 2.5 to smooth and reduce the yarn volume. However, this hair will hardly have the same health as a hair that falls within the physiological pH.

Healthy hair is one in which the pH is in the physiological or even balanced range, between 3.8 and 4.5. In this course, you will have all the resources to get that hair healthy, in other words, the hair of your dreams!

#personal #level up #femininity #personal development #glowing up #glow up #level up journey #levelling up #hairstyle #long hair #hair care #skin care #skincare #self care #feminine #beauty #girl blogger #long post

[copias-sewer-rat]

If you still do asks, (you can say no!), but could I request a Mm something with the different Papas taking care of/comforting reader who deals with digestive issues?

(I deal with GERD, acid reflux and some days I literally get symptoms/pain so bad I just curl up and don’t wanna do anything 🥺)

Hi darling! I do asks of course! It might take me a bit to write them because I don’t have much free time lately but I get them done in the end.

I am so so sorry you have to deal with that... to (hopefully) make you feel better here you have the Papas taking care of a reader that deals with digestive issues.

(I tried to make this as GN as possible, hope you don’t mind, I wasn’t sure if you were asking for a m/m relationship so I didn’t want to risk it.)

I. Primo

- Primo is an old man, that we know, but with age there also comes wisdom. He is no stranger to chronic pains or illnesses. His experience has taken him to create what most siblings of sin and even his brothers consider to be the most infallible methods to fight any sickness or health disruptions.

- For sure he has also dealt with gastrointestinal issues, not all foods that he eats stay the same in his stomach as when he was younger. Nonetheless, he has learned what things to avoid.

- Primo had helped you in the past, to the point of considering each other very close, even intimate. You had tried everything he had suggested to you previously, but lately your pain had become unbearable, you needed something else.

- When you come to his quarters in search of a “magical cure” for your pain, skin pale and glossy eyes, he leaves everything that he is doing in that moment to take care of you.

- He doesn’t want you to move an inch so he lets you sleep on his bed. He lends you one of his sleeping gowns, big, long and fresh so you feel all the comfort.

- Before that however, Primo makes you dinner in his private kitchenette. He knows the importance of an appropriate diet when dealing with those sorts of problems. His go to “remedy” is water with non-citrus fruits, he will add whichever fruit you prefer. He will also make you whichever food you might want (but it need to be appropriate for your condition so mostly salads or oats).

-Primo will make you sit on his lap and will feed you small bits so you can digest your food properly, whispering how good you are doing and telling you that you will feel better soon. With the dinner he also gives you one of his most potent remedies, one that also makes you sleepy.

-You need to stay awake for a bit making your digestion before going to bed so Primo will ask for you to tell him how your day was or any anecdote that comes to mind. He will listen attentively drawing circles on your back until you fall asleep in his arms, finally taking you to his bed for a good night of rest.

II. Secondo

-Secondo doesn’t know much about gastrointestinal issues. He smokes, drinks and eats all types of food and in such quantities that if done by any normal person it would leave them in a comatose state.

-However, when you come to him in search of comfort, he will research everything he can about your condition and how to make you feel better.

-He is hesitant about helping you because he considers himself to be a bit of a brute, but seeing you in such state gives him the courage to try his best.

-Secondo will follow down to the t every single tip he finds online. Whatever food might help you he will cook, whatever medicine might make you feel better he will go and find.

-If you cannot move much he will carry you anywhere and help you with whichever task: showering, bathing, brushing your hair, whatever you might need.

-Like Primo, he will carry you to his own bed to rest, hugging you, a pillow between you two, pressed on your stomach to alleviate as much pain as possible.

-If by any chance you wake up in the middle of the night with pain or in need to vomit he will be by your side, pressing a cold towel to your forehead, rubbing your back and arms in slow motions which makes your blood move.

-He will reassure you that everything will be fine, that he is not going anywhere and that the pain will pass.

-You believe him of course, how could you not when he smiles at you so warmly and with such confidence. His positiveness rubs on you and some of the pain fades away.

-The rest of the night you sleep soundly in his arms.

III. Terzo

-Poor Terzo doesn’t know what to do to help you, so he calls Omega to carry you around.

-He goes to Primo for help. Terzo bursts in first, screaming pleads with exaggerated stereotypical Italian hand motions. If you were not in such pain you would surely laugh at his antics.

-Omega is very tender with you, he moves slowly so as to not make you feel worse.

-Primo instructs Terzo in what to do, how to make you feel better and what medicines might be the best.

-If Primo told him 5 medicines that might help you, Terzo is going to get the five of them.

-As instructed by Terzo, Omega will carry you to Terzo’s bed after you have taken your medicine.

-They will let you sleep as much as you want and if you ask, both of them will join you in your slumber.

-Your body will be pressed against Terzo’s and Omega’s chests. You would feel like a cat nested in a fort of pillows, thankful for all the contact and pressure.

-The attention makes you forget most of your pain, only leaving the usual reflex. When those occur, Terzo will squeeze you tighter, signing Italian lullabies to you until you go back to sleep, safe and sound next to him.

IV. Copia

-Like Terzo, Copia is stressed™ at seeing you in pain.

-He sweeps you off your feet and takes you to the infirmary in a rush. He almost trips a couple of times and he got lost a few times also, which wasn’t the best for your condition but he apologized profusely every time something happened that made you wince.

-He rushes every nurse there to get you anything that might help.

-The nurses can’t help but roll their eyes at how stressed he is. He is making such a fuzz that the nurses threaten him with kicking him out if he does not behave.

-The nurses recommend that you stay the night in the infirmary, so of course Copia is going to stay with you.

-He takes an armchair and places it next to your bed.

-To make you feel better he sneaks in one of his rats for you to pet and cuddle with.

-As he feels you drifting off because of the medicine, he will also try to sleep in his chair, his hand extended to hold yours during the entirety of the night.

-If at any point you wake up in pain or in need to vomit, just like Secondo, Copia will be there for you, helping you in any way possible.

-After that he will even join you in the very small infirmary bed, holding you close, rubbing your stomach so as to try to ease your pain.

- You drift off to the feeling of loving kisses on the back of your neck, feeling so much better.

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Hope this could help a bit, also hope you get better soon darling, lots of love to you🖤

For now my ask box is always open so do not hesitate to ask for something you might want to read.

#the band ghost #papa emeritus iv #gonst #ghost #cardinal copia #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus iii #papa secondo #papa terzo #papa emeritus 2 #papa ii #papaemeritus #papa copia #copia #ghost the band bc #ask box

[prettyboy-like-you]

HOUNDS OF LOVE

2276 words, EXPLICIT, POV billy, period-typical homophobia/slurs, past promiscuity, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, car sex, billy hargrove cries during sex, steve harrington is a sweetheart, boys in love.

written as a gift for lyd my beloved <3 @stevewhoreington

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Running never made a lick of difference. It was still there, looming. Biding its time. Always lurking like a trench coat-creeper just around the next corner, no matter how far he ran. Breathing heavy, waiting. Because unlike Billy, it could be patient. So very patient. It was his personal stalker, The Longing. The murderous type. Some sorta desire cannibal—and Billy was its prey. No matter what, it always came looking. Would seek Billy out, no matter where he hid or however many times he would run from it, it followed. Hunted Billy down for sport, it seemed

Billy Boy Blue, dirty little fag, sweet-still-not-sixteen and always wanting what you shouldn't.

So, Billy The Wretch, he played his part in the stomach-turning game and he ran. Sprinted so fast he could've won a damn medal. Oh, because Billy, he wanted what The Longing had on offer. Wanted it more than 'most anything. Billy wanted so much it hurt his insides. Like chewing and trying to digest crystalline glass. Like if he could just breathe in deep enough he'd be able to smell its heady scent, if he only licked his lips X amount of times he'd taste it pricking like spice on the tip of his tongue. Didn't even know why he wanted so bad, not really. Why it was he craved that kind of touch, why he needed the way he did. Only knew it was the same sort of deal as his body needing food or water or oxygen; a biology that just was.

Girls didn't take the edge off. Nowhere close. It was wild. And it got so much, being taunted, being wanted by The Longing, too much, an angry need, and Billy just couldn't take it any longer, having only the emptiness to keep him company every minute of every hour of every day. The nothingness being the only one to ever wrap arms around him. Ghost-dead arms. He just got so fucking tired of it. So, so much more tired than any kid should be, so tired that in the end he caved, giving in to it just to fucking survive.

Billy knew a lot about survival. 

When he slowed down enough to allow that fucker to find him, is when Billy had the revelation: there'd never really been a thing as hopeful as choice, not for him. And in knowing he hadn't had a chance, never granted so much as a fair crack at a game he'd never even asked to play, Billy then swan-dived into it so drastically that the thing was forced to consume him fully, absolutely. It chugged him down and swallowed him whole—and Billy was gonna make sure it fucking choked on him. Billy Hargrove was nothing if not flush with spite. 

That's how he found himself wide open and hiding in plain sight in the not-so-loving arms of those hot, hot Cali nights; shirtless and high and strung out like filthy ripped-denim bunting strewn around the streets of downtown San Diego. Ushered into a lonely playpark after sundown. Shushed and pushed down dirty alleyways. In the shadows, that's where he’d wait for them; Men. Never other boys. Never anyone his own age. Nobody who would want anything more. No, he'd wait for men twice his age, thrice his size and almost as desperate as he was, just as his queerboy nature had waited for Billy Boy Blue to succumb to it. And those men—so many men—they always came for Billy. 

These days when he hears the siren song Billy answers without quite so much thought. Call and response. Day-O. Not that there ain't still a fight just underneath the surface of his skin. There's always that. But as much as it might surprise him, and it does, maybe it was inevitable, him clinging to this. To being wanted by other guys—no. No, being used, is what it is. Honestly. It's being used up and spat back out. No change given, no receipt.

And at once, in the here and now, it's dawning on Billy like dead flowers in the morning sun: if ever he'd taken the time to look at the thing, to really look at it, he'd have seen he knew the truth all along.

There is nothing else for him.

Now here he is in Hicksville, Indiana, not-quite eighteen and knowing his garbage existence is spiralling even further down Life-with-a-capital-L's disposal drain. So. The things Billy finds himself clinging to even tighter than the things he's not supposed to want? Pain. Rage. As if they're gonna be the knights in shining armour to save his damsel-ass in this shitty story of his that no self-respecting cunt would wanna read. From all of this. From himself.

Billy has always been a coward. Ever since—ever since Her. Since she did the double-up on him. Since she switched off and let her light go out of his life forever by taking off and leaving Billy Boy Blue's sorry ass behind. 

Harrington doesn’t know any of this though. Nobody does. Nobody will. And nobody should anyways because Billy, he shouldn't be so pathetic. He’s supposed to suck it up and shut the fuck up not moon over it, not be a little pussy while he's getting his boy-pussy railed. And he certainly shouldn't be moaning through this feral fucking need of his like some frilly pink-pantied cheerleader, hell.

Never did know what was good for you, boy.

But Steve, he’s gripping Billy’s hips like sex is going out of fashion, fingers bruising into Billy’s freckled flesh as his own hips snap forward again, stuffing Billy full of long, thick cock. His tongue, it's in Billy’s ear, licking it out, fucking it and sucking it into his warm, wet mouth.

“You like that, huh baby?” he mumbles around a mouthful of lobe, saying shit he shouldn't be saying.

You love it, whore.

Breaks the spell.  

Billy reaches behind himself and, finding what he’s feeling around for, shoves three fingers into Steve’s runaway mouth until the King is almost gagging on them.

“Shut up and fuck me, Harrington. And not the way you fucked her, neither. Fuck me like a goddamn man.” As if this is the first time they’ve screwed around, ha. The King and Wheeler have been split for half the school year now.

There you go again.

As if Steve and Billy are anything like Steve and Nancy. As if. There is no Steve and Billy. 

Then Steve's man-handling him, all tough-guy and that's—that's absolutely not what Billy was expecting.

Shoving Billy down, rough, Steve pulls out of him abruptly and before Billy can even begin to mourn the sudden emptiness of his gaping asshole he’s being flipped over, bare shoulder blades hitting the expensive blood-red leather seats of Steve’s Beamer with a loud slap. Billy loves it, actually, because of course he does—dick leaping and leaking for it—yet he also instantly regrets asking for it because now flat on his back they’re face-to-face and. Yeah, no. Billy’s not ready for that. Will never be ready for that. But roomy as the backseat is, Billy is still wedged in pretty tight between that and the front seats; having Steve’s full weight now bearing down on him means there’s no real means of escape. 

Like you really want one.

“Wanna turn back over,” Billy lies.

“No. You don’t,” Steve informs him and why the fuck does fucking Harrington have to know exactly what it is Billy wants?

Billy can’t deal with this. He struggles to move, but Steve. He knows Billy's heart isn’t in it.

Because the boy above you is holding your glass heart oh-so-gently in his pretty cupped hands like it's something precious, even as it pumps away uselessly.

Steve says, “You wanted me to fuck you like a man, you said so. So, missionary it is,” and then Steve’s pressing his lips together and sliding home again and Billy, instead of fighting like he should, he's opening his legs wide as the space he’s crammed into will allow and gasping loudly as his body goes slack, that frilly pink whore once again.

Now it’s his own mouth he’s shoving fingers into. Ramming his whole fucking fist in there. Fists are all Billy deserves. Not this. 

Fucking coward.

Steve, bolstering himself with one hand by holding the headrest of the driver's seat, takes his other hand and reaches down and then Billy’s actually fucking letting him remove that fist from where it's trying to silence his pathetic grateful moans. Gripping at Billy’s wrist, Steve now stretches their arms above the both of them as his cock stretches out Billy’s ass again, and then he’s pinning Billy’s hand to the bodyheat-wet window underneath his own. Spreads and links their fingers like he's hoping they'll draw heart shapes in the condensation, like Billy's his fucking girl or some shit.

“Fuck you,” Billy snarls, even as he’s nestling a thumb into to the gorgeous cavern below one of Steve’s hip bones.

“No, actually. I’m gonna love you, Billy. Because it’s what you want.”

Before Viper Billy can spit his self-hatred and shame at Mr and Mrs Harrington's perfect little rich-boy, Steve steadies himself as he lowers his top-half, hand leaving the headrest and snaking around the back of Billy’s neck until it’s cradling his thick skull, long fingers threading through the damp curls and fisting a handful. Pulling, just enough.

Billy shivers as his chin is forced upwards and feels his eyes pricking with salt, and ohhhh. He’s going to wail on Harrington for this. Going to fucking kill him for it.

Later. He will. Later. 

Later because right now, Steve is doing things Billy wants too, too much. Off-limit things that are off-limit for good fucking reason. Things the guy should not be doing because Billy told him no right from the start. Because they're the things Billy’s not allowed. Things dirty little sluts like Billy Hargrove should never even dream of wanting.

Liar. Coward.

Steve is running the tip of his nose along Billy’s jaw, under his chin, while fucking into Billy but going slow—so, so slow—inching into him, carefully, as if Billy’s really something to be taken care of.

Billy squirms some more. Roars. Aches so good. Squeezes his eyes shut tight and winces at that pacific seawater gathering in the corners. 

“Fuck you,” he breathes again but it’s a whisper now. A plea, this time.

Don’t let me go.

Steve hears it. He leans in even closer, filling Billy to the very hilt, trapping Billy’s dick between them both and it’s now not just leaking but practically gushing with pre-come, exquisitely swollen.

Steve’s plush lips are then feathery against Billy’s as he says, “I want you, Billy.”

Billy arches up violently, the angle nudging Steve’s cock into that sweet-spot. He calls out as the tears threaten to fall from his stupid, stupid eyes, fucking traitors.

“Hold me down.” Billy begs.

Don’t let me go.

And Steve is there.

Leaning heavy on the arm where a hand is wrapped around the back of Billy’s neck, Steve releases his grip on his other hand, the one linked with Billy's. Then he lays that arm parallel to the other with his weight on both forearms and, using his elbows for leverage, his hands are now free to frame Billy’s face and they do, thumbs finding cheekbones and stroking softly. So soft Billy wants to scream.

Rocking in and out of Billy, still so slow, he says, “I’m going to kiss you.”

Love me, love me, love me.

And then Billy is being kissed by a boy and he isn't hiding from it. He's being kissed by Steve Harrington and he's kissing Steve Harrington back so needy and with such urgency it should hurt but it doesn't and he's not a coward or a liar anymore because Billy wants this boy who’s kissing him, and this boy wants Billy back.

“Hey, open your eyes, Billy,” and he’s kissing the words right into Billy’s mouth.

Billy dares himself. “Steve.” He utters it, a tiny one-word prayer as he sees, that briney water now escaping his eyes and streaming down his temples and Steve must know it’s the first time—probably the first time a boy’s kissed Billy, definitely the first time Billy’s called Steve Steve outloud, and honestly the first time Billy has let go.

Shit, and Steve’s fucking Billy like… like…

“I love you, Billy.”

…like that.

They're staring at each other and Billy’s gonna come. He’s gonna come and he knows that Steve can feel it and so Steve’s then telling Billy he’s gonna come too and yeah. Billy knows that because Billy, he can feel everything.

And Steve, he gets it. What Billy wants. Knows what Billy needs.

So he tells Billy he loves him again. Tells him again and again till Billy is crying and spilling all those old tears, new tears, and his milky come all over the both of them while Steve smiles and groans and comes too, filling Billy up to the brim and right fucking over it with that sweet, sweet love of his.

 

A little later, when all they can hear are the cricket calls reverberating off the quarry walls and each other's slowing breaths and heartbeats, Steve says, “I know what’s good for you, Bills. Even if you wanna pretend to the both of us that you don’t," and, "It'll be okay," and, "I got you." 

Hold me down among the hounds of love.

And yeah. Billy might not be able to say it, not yet, but he knows he's done running.

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#harringroveweek #harringrove #harringrove fic #lemons #POV billy hargrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fic #fanfic #queer fic #queer writer #hounds of love #pbly writes #prettyboy like you

[pokemoncenter]

Hey, so, I had a Klink follow me home the other day after work. And he just kind of stuck around. I checked and they don't seem to have a trainer already, so I think I somehow adopted a steel type. I've done some research up on taking care of Steel types, but I know that each pokemon need their own specific kinds of care.

I can't find much resources on caring for Klink, do you have any tips?

I do not work much with inorganic Pokemon, I apologize.

Be careful with your fingers, the gears are strong. Klink, like most Pokemon, enjoy chasing balls or waving feather toys. Giving them disposable toys of varying textures and hardness to crush can be enriching to them.

They do eat, though for unknown purposes, as they do not seem to particularly require the sustenance and have no digestive system. Food with high iron is preferred.

Polish them regularly. The same way you would groom an Eevee or similar, polishing your Klink will help you bond with them.

#pokeblogging #pkmn irl #unreality

[eisa-core]

Episode 4 - It's been another exciting day!

Autumn is in full swing!

Where is SEVENTEEN going, away from the forest?

10:00 pm

«I'm so full!» - Daisy said displeased as she looked at the sweet potato she was holding, but could not eat since Mingyu had prepared a dinner not for 13, but for at least twice as many people. «Me too! We don't have to have guilt, though. We are here In The Soop, the diet will come later!» - Seungkwan continued, licking the tip of his chopsticks. «Exactly. Daisy eat that potato or I will!» - Scoups indeed did not want to stop eating all this delicious food, and Daisy, without being told twice, directly gave her dessert to the leader. «Do you want to work off the alcohol/digestion by playing? We can play ball games, there's even a volleyball net over there!» - Dino proposed, remembering that he had seen Seungkwan playing there during the afternoon. «Volleyball?» - «Volleyball!»

[ Opening SEVENTEEN's "In The Soop 2 volleyball competition ]

«Okay, let's split into two teams!» - Mingyu tied his hair in a pigtail, dragging Daisy by one arm to make her join them. But she was already feeling sleepy, and preferred to sit with Hoshi to count the points. Four hands are better than two, right?

«Joshua Team, are you ready?» - Hoshi shouted pointing to the team leader followed by Dino, Wonwoo, and Woozi. «Ready!» - They shouted back as well. «Mingyu Team, and you?» - This time shouted Daisy toward her right where there were Mingyu, Seungkwan, and Dokyeom. Even from here it seemed obvious who would win.

«Game.... Start!» - The two referees started the game, which was interrupted already after 30 seconds when Woozi instead of hitting the ball, fell to the ground against the net. «Woozi are you okay?» - «Yes everything's okay! I was taking a knee!» [Making fun with a patented ceremony]. «Ooh got it, our team is fun» - Wonwoo wouldn't stop laughing, and they were only on the first serve.

« I have a proposal: Hoshi joins Joshua's team, they need help» - Daisy saw that, that team was doing nothing but suffering defeats, and would suffer just as many if there was no one else to help them. «Ughh Okay» -Hoshi snapped in the air removing the beanie from his head.

[Starts the game again].

«Ready? Hoshi can you serve?» - Joshua asked him now that he joined his team. «I watched hakyuu» [ Volleyball learned from an anime in real life ]

Daisy felt her fingers freezing from the night chill, but she couldn't get distracted or put it in her pocket, she had an obligation to keep score, and if she got it wrong she would be up against both teams. «Okay 3-1» - She kept her eyes wide open staring at the ball flying from one side to the other uninterruptedly.

«Wonwoo...how could you...» - Wonwoo looked like a sloth, despite shouting his name to make it clear that he would catch the ball, his legs were moving late when the ball was already on the ground. «Wonwoo is the star of today's game» - Daisy laughed at the funny situation as a spectator.

«Okay serve!» - DK threw the ball and Hoshi managed to catch it in time, passing it to his teammate, Woozi, who knocked it out of his hands. «Hey!» - «Do you remember being on the same team?» - Joshua was keeping up the shouting, slapping his forehead, realizing that he had already lost or at any rate, that he could only rely on himself. [same team but strategy is a secret]

[1:6] «Guys it's match point be careful» - Daisy didn't even have time to say that Dokyeom, pulling first, scored a point, leading Mingyu's team to victory. And as they already expected, the winners began to huddle together jumping in a hug and teasing the losing team, still imitating Woozi's fall at the beginning of the game.

11:00 pm

The volleyball team seemed to have regained energy playing ball, energy to stay awake. A little less was the energy to move so much. So they decided to get ready for the sauna they had already been eyeing on the first day. «Wonwoo why did you say that we were coming here in the groupchat? We'll never all fit in here» - Daisy felt suffocated not only by the hot air being given off and the small space of the sauna, but especially because Wonwoo, sending a picture of the sauna on Kakaotalk, made 4 other people join them. They looked like canned sardines.

«If you want we can go to the truck outside? They've set up a booth for us to take pictures» -Dino felt sweat drips all over his forehead, and although he was relaxing like never before, he felt the longing to breathe in the fresh air and night breeze.

«I'm in! Thanks guys for the fun! It was a beautiful day again today! Love you!» - Daisy quickly removed the towel she kept on her hair and hurried to open the door to leave, sending flying kisses to her members. «Good night!»

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masterlist

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