#I SPELT THESE WRONG THE FIRST TIME DAMNIT

[apteryxdrake]

Hello there! Just stopping by with a writing question for you. What do you think has improved the most in your writing since you started?

:) Thank you, for your question.

I started writing when I was twelve, I'm now in my forties. So, there's a lot I could talk about. The thing that immediately comes to mind might be boring to others, but damnit I'm proud as hell of my accomplishments, so have at it!

I have a learning disorder. I never got a label, you didn't have labels back in my old school and in the 90s, you were just called stupid and they put you in a class of other people who had trouble learning.

I couldn't make sense of spelling and grammar, and I couldn't make sense of how the hell everyone else in my class just knew how to spell things without any trouble despite the continuing illogical rules around spelling and grammar. Teachers would always try to help by saying "sound it out". I don't know if anyone else knows this, but the NZ accent does not pronounce most of its vowels, it's mostly just the vowel called a "schwa" which my brain hears as an "a" sound.

As an example the word "Remember" sounds to my brain as if it's spelt "ramemba", and there's no r on the end because the north of NZ accent doesn't pronounce the rs (called a non-rhotic dialect). So teachers would yell and scream at me for being stupid, and say to "spell it how it sounds", and I'd say I did, and they'd yell back that I'm a horrible defiant child, and... well... it wasn't very pleasant at school for me.

If you add similar sorts of grammar and punctuation issues to the spelling problems, and I'm sure you can guess how utterly illegible my writing was at the time. It was so bad that one particular teacher called me all the different words for "stupid", and that as a result I'd never complete high school, let alone write and publish a book. And thank the gods for my defiant nature because I set about at the age of 14 to prove that asshole wrong. And I did. I finished high school with my peers, I went to university and got a BA, and I published my first book in 2012. And while I still have grammar, spelling, and punctuation issues, I'm much better at spotting mistakes and knowing how to fix them.

So, just the fact that I can answer this question in a manner that is understandable by others with few spelling and grammar mistakes is a very big win. And it was all me working hard for twenty-odd years. It may be immodest but I am very proud of the work I've put into it.

#writeblr

[ohtobearandomftblog]

OMG ALSO TO ADD TO MY ROGUE REQUEST

Could you write headcanons for what he would be like getting married to or proposing? like all the stuff on that.

AGAIN IM SO SORRY TO SPAM U BUT UR FIRST WORK WAS SO GOOD SO I JUST HAVE SO MUCH TO REQUEST AAA

*thumbs_up_emote* did this separately bc Why Not also mainly proposal focused with some after marriage bc i know. Nothing about marriage itself.

either you would have to propose or sting/most of the dragon slayers would ask you if you wanted rogue to propose. if you say yes enough times they will absolutely bully /affectionate rogue into proposing

he wouldnt get you a ring even if you liked them

honestly he doesnt quite get the whole. legal marriage thing.

most of the dragon slayers dont get it

i mean youre already HIS (THEIRS) so what does it matter

laxus and sting have tried over and over again to explain it to the rest of them and the most theyve absorbed was 'person i like enough to possibly love might want this and if i do it itd be very expensive to undo so only do if REALLY wanna'

if hed propose hed give you something he really likes as an offering.

honestly. itd probably be his OWN cloak. and hed just get another made later.

if it was his own cloak and anyone who knew rogue saw you wearing that they would 100% call it a collar AGAIN. they aint wrong tho

but like rogue doesnt care about proposing or marriage. its just a thing that the humans like and if you care about that kind of thing then he'll indulge a bit.

hes not flustered or embarrassed about it tho. ever. not even when you have to start correcting him that its fiancé/e/however the fuck its spelt.

now if you get a rundown of slayer behavior from someones whos done research (laxus/makarov/chellia/etc.) and start calling marriage OFFICIAL MATING. hes gonna melt into your shadow for like half the day im not kidding

after the paperworks done and the marriage is official hes probably still gonna get hung up on boyfriend/fiancé and then youre gonna have to start correcting him that hey now its HUSBAND and hes just gonna say fuck all this fiorean human shit youre his fucking MATE

hes gonna be so peeved at modern fiorean and all these human words for something so simple that for like the first day hes only ever going to refer to you as his mate. to your face, behind your back, to random strangers. doesnt matter. hes gonna call you what his draconic core WANTS to, damnit

at the end of the day when hes calmed down hes going to be SO EMBARRASSED. hes gonna hide in your shadow for DAYS if you dont drag him out in the morning.

if you just shrug and dont try and correct him anymore he will just keep saying mate then. hes gonna blush and have sharp shadows on him and you but hes gonna say it with a straight face.

i mean hes probably been calling you his mate in draconic for years at that point to the other slayers. theres just a difference between telling his siblings about his mate and telling regular friends/strangers about his mate

#if you ever hear him call you his mate in draconic and say you like that #hes only ever gonna call you that alone and hes gonna make sure the shadows are FREEZING before saying it #so you know youve got his FULL attention. you always do. #ohtobe asks #fairy tail #fairy tail headcanons #rogue cheney #x rogue cheney #fairy tail sabertooth #sabertooth

[edencantstopfallininlove]

Esprit de Corps

Content Warnings: Coming out, epiphanies, hugs, pathetic fallacy, TOOTH-ROTTING FLUFF

A/N: Since my coming-out experience with my family could've gone slightly better, I decided I'd finish this thing that had been sitting in my drafts for a while. Writing it has helped me immensely and I hope you like it! Dhar and I are bi/pan solidarity!

For context, this is set after the endgame, a short while before Heather's graduation exam; the two are staying in Heather's student accommodation. And they have a nice porch!

@selfship-pride​

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"Can I have a word with you? It's important."

Those nine words seemed to come out of nowhere for Dhar. Up until now, Heather had gone about her note-taking on topics that (frankly) eluded him, with total focus. But now, she had placed her trusty book to one side and looked his way expectantly.

Well. Whatever it was, he conceded that it would be better to address it now than to leave it until later.

"Of course," he said, taking the free space on the porch seat. His presence summoned a warmth in Heather's mind; it was a safe feeling, like when a cat curls up in one's lap. It was almost enough for her to ignore the barrage of rain hitting the shelter above them.

But every time she tried to start a sentence, she found her voice trailing off before she could get to the point. Her grayish-blue eyes never seemed to find a place to rest. It was in the middle of this half-rambling that Dhar quietly slinked his hands into hers, squeezing them ever so slightly to get her attention.

"Heather, you're trembling and I can't understand a word you're trying to say. I'm not going to let you speak until you've calmed down a little. Breathe with me."

And so it was, with him leading his beloved through a simple breathing exercise. In through the nose, out through the mouth. As she exhaled, the tension in Heather's head slowly faded into the background. Once he was sure that Heather had reached that natural place of rest, Dhar squeezed Heather's hands once again.

"Better."

"Look," she said, "I know you probably don't want me to waffle on, so I'll just come right out with it." A deep breath. "I'm pan."

Dhar looked at her in silence for a few seconds before cocking his head to one side. "I can't say I know what that means," he said. "Please, explain it to me."

Heather was prepared for this.

"Well, since I was a teenager, I thought I could be interested in, well, more than just guys? I thought about it long and hard - several years really - and I realised that attraction to all these different genders felt more or less the same, so I guess it's not a defining factor. See, some people think that bisexuality and pansexuality are one and the same, and that's not true. I've been around bi people, and I've noticed that some are attracted to multiple genders but not all, and some experience attraction differently for different genders."

She let go of Dhar's hands, stimming by fiddling slightly with the wrist of one of her white gloves. "I hope that's cleared it up, but-"

"You know something?" His comment prompted her to let go and look back up at him. His gaze now carried with it a sense of pleasant surprise. "That last part sounds a lot like myself. I'll admit that I had crushes on one or two men senior to me, but loving them felt different somehow to loving women, and especially to loving you."

"Course it does! I'm the love of your life, aren't I?"

"You don't have to be so blunt about it…" Dhar let out an exasperated sigh as Heather giggled in satisfaction; still, being wound up was worth it to ease the tension. She needed the opportunity to say that. "I suppose that means I'm bi, right?"

"If you want to call yourself that, yes!"

Dhar nodded. Yes, that felt just right.

"Look at you finding a label you can work with! Gods, that makes me so happy… But still, I just hope the way I am doesn't, you know, weird you out or anything."

"Of course not. You're still the same amazing person that I love, and I no longer have any doubt in my mind that you feel the same way about me. We just know a little bit more about each other now. Can I..." Despite himself, his eyes grew misty as he placed a single hand on Heather's shoulder. "Can I hug you?"

"Of course, sweetheart. Come here."

With that little bit of confirmation, Heather found herself wrapped in the comfort of Dhar's strong, but still tender, arms. Instinctively, she returned the gesture, soothing him in turn as they both quietly expressed their mutual relief. How cathartic it was to have each others’ shoulders to cry on... When it was finally time for them to let go, Dhar simply looked back at Heather with a softness reserved only for her.

"Thank you for telling me," he said, voice still a tad brittle from crying. "And if anyone tries to make you feel lesser because of who you are, they'll have to answer to my sword. I'll always have your back, my dearest."

"The same to you, Dhar. No matter what, I'm in your corner." Heather, not content with leaving her partner to deal with the aftermath by himself, leaned in for a kiss on the cheek. He let out a soft laugh as she lightly kissed his tears away.

The rain finally passed, leaving cosy sunlight in its wake.

#selfshipping #self shipping community #selfship positivity #self ship stuff #f/o community #gif cw #pride month #bi pan solidarity #I'll Bury You My Love #I Write Stuff Sometimes #pathetic fallacy is one of my favourite literary devices and I WILL USE IT #pansexual #bisexual #I SPELT THESE WRONG THE FIRST TIME DAMNIT

[luminnara]

I always see how stories are like “he went so hard he touched your ceivix” I know I prolly spelt that wrong but I also heard that irl that’s supposed to like hurt a lot if the guy did that so could you do a story with Bakugo where they’re having sex and he does and then has to take care of reader. Plz and ty👉👈

Idk why people are so into getting their cervix smashed, like if you’re into that specific pain then I get it, and once in a while it can sort of be fun because you’re like oh wow damn my guts are getting REARRANGED but imo it is not GREAT LOL

Pro Hero Bakugou x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw

Bakugou is a guy with a big dick.

Enough said.

He loves the way it stretches you out, the way your tight little pussy feels when he’s fucking you. You just grip him so well, and no matter how long he spends getting you ready to take him, no matter how much foreplay is involved, it’s always a snug fit. The gorilla grip 9000, as you’ve referred to it several times, just to annoy him.

Normally, you love that your boyfriend is packing. You love the way he carves up into you, how you can barely fit his cock down your throat, how absolutely incredible it feels when he first slips it in and you almost feel like he’s going to tear you in half. He’s got the kind of dick that not everybody can handle, that only size queens like you really enjoy, and normally, that makes you all kinds of smug and proud of yourself.

Normally.

Sometimes, you have to admit that you’re human, and you’ve got your limits. Katsuki is a big guy (not as big as Eijirou, though, and from what you’ve heard, his dick is even bigger, which just seems ridiculous), and no amount of fingering and clitoral stimulation can change the size of your literal organs. Maybe if you had some kind of convenient elasticity quirk or something then you could take whatever you wanted, but unfortunately, you don’t, and your body is nice and normal and human.

That also means that sometimes, your shit moves around a little. Sometimes, your cervix just…sits a little bit lower, depending on where you’re at in your monthly cycle. And sometimes, that’s actually a very big, very painful, problem.

“Fuck, baby,” Bakugou panted, supporting himself with a hand next to your head. “So fuckin’ good…”

You moaned at the feeling of his cock pushing into you, the head parting your folds. “Katsuki…more, please, Fuck…”

He smirked as he leaned down to kiss you. You always wanted all of him right away. Rolling his hips forward gently, he sheathed himself inside of you, letting out a breathy huff as he felt the way you squeezed around him. It was the best feeling in the world, and he wanted to just stay like that forever…but his cock was already throbbing, begging for friction, and as your nails clawed at his back, Bakugou could tell that you wanted it rough.

“Want me to fuck you hard, baby?” He purred, leaning back and hooking his arms around your legs.

You nodded, biting your lips as you let him manhandle you. One of the perks of having a pro hero as a boyfriend was that he could toss you around like it was nothing, and you loved the way he could do whatever he wanted with you.

He angled you so that his cock drove deeper, and on the first stroke, you were feeling nothing but pure bliss. He hit all the right spots, every time, and when his calloused thumb moved to play with your clit, you let out a happy sigh.

“You like that?” He asked as he pushed you down against the mattress. “You fuckin’ like the feeling of my big fuckin’ cock?”

“Y-yes,” you moaned, eyes closed as you let him pound you. “Fuck yes…”

“I want you to cum on this cock,” he growled, driving himself into you harder.

“I-I wanna,” you gasped, feeling your stomach twisting in the most delightful way. “Fuck, I’m gonna—“

“That’s it, baby, just like that…”

“R-right there,” you breathed, already chasing your high. “Right there, don’t stop—Fuck!”

Your face contorted in pain as you yelped, squirming against him as you desperately tried to adjust your hips. The angle was bad, he was too big to fold you in on yourself like this, and every thrust was worse and worse until—

He heard your strangled little sound and felt the wall his cock hit and he backed off immediately, slowing his pace.

“Babe?” He asked, looking down at you with worry all over his face.

Your heart was pounding as the pain began ebbing away, Bakugou’s cock all but slipping out of you as he fell still. “S-sorry. I just need to move, you can keep going—“

“No way.” He scoffed, pulling out of you and gently lowering your legs down to the bed. “Not til I know you’re good again.”

You frowned. “I’m fine, really, Katsuki—“

“Babe.” He growled, pinning you down with his voice. “Don’t be fuckin’ stupid. I know when you’re in pain, you always make that face I hate.”

You felt your face flush in embarrassment. “You’re just big…”

He smirked. “Yeah, I know.”

“You just dick punched my cervix. I’ll be okay.”

His face fell. “Again? God damnit…”

It was your turn to smirk as he sat back and you followed him up. “Even I’ve got limits, Katsuki.”

He dragged a tired hand down his face, irritated with himself for pushing you too far. “Guess I forgot I can’t do that…”

“Not in that position,” you traced a finger over his chest before flipping over, grabbing a pillow to lay on.

He watched you with an arched eyebrow. “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you laughed, watching over your shoulder while you hiked yourself up onto your knees and wiggled your ass at him. “You fit way better from behind, anyways…”

You saw the way his red eyes seemed to darken and he was in you in moments, his hands grabbing your hips roughly as he nudged his cock back into you.

“You gotta tell me if it hurts,” he mumbled in your ear as he wrapped his arms around you and slowly slid in.

“I will,” you breathed as he filled you up with his cock again.

“Promise.”

“I promise.”

“Good girl.” His voice was a rumble, the vibrations going straight to your pussy. “Because I’m gonna fuck you til you pass out tonight, baby.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou #bnha #bnha x reader

[dorki-c]

Ms. Cheshire Cat

Characters: Dabi and Reader  

A/N: Thanks for all of the support I’ve been getting! This one-shot was HEAVILY inspired by the song called ‘Feeling Good’ by Michael Buble- anyways Happy Christmas (or if you don’t celebrate Christmas, then happy holidays)! Btw, prepare yourselves for a lil bit of spice in this one-shot and remember to like, reblog, and follow me for more content!

Edit: I accidently didnt realise I spelt the title wrong XD Anyways hope you guys enjoy it otherwise!

Important note: Reader has cat ears and a teleportation quirk :D

It was the same boring day when the raven-haired man noticed his client had decided to hire another villain to work with him and the blonde gremlin- or as most people dubbed her ‘Toga’.

And if he ever said that this new recruit had made the day seem more interesting, that wouldn’t be a lie.

From that point onwards, neither of you realised that this sort of encounter would ensue many more meetings or as Toga likes to say, “lots of cheesy and gross flirting” because of the numerous times she’s walked into a room in the place of operation where either Dabi or (y/n) were roaming their lust-entranced eyes over the other person’s body.

Though once this normal day to day thing had ended when the client had no use for the crummy place. It was upsetting to say the least.

From each corner of the villain’s hideout, everyone had noticed Dabi’s change of behaviour after the mission was done and dusted. In the male’s head, he wasn’t annoyed that the job wasn’t thoroughly complete- that was Shigaraki’s reaction- but instead, with a shallow gaze down into the small shot glass swirling with the deep hazy golden-brown liquid, Dabi had thought of the many possibilities on when he could see you again.

Or how he could see you. But let’s leave those thoughts at the back of his head for now.

Throwing his head back, the burning liquid ran down his throat like the change of scenery around him.

He was no longer in the league’s hideout but instead in a largely owned villain nightclub- one that he hasn’t been to yet- although, it was only for a small errand of getting a folder of information because Twice couldn’t be bothered to get his lazy ass off the couch and additionally it would be good for him to “find other fish in the sea.”- quoted by that one marble guy (which Dabi can’t be asked to remember his name).

As minutes licked past in a slow languid fashion, the dangling golden dimmed lights strung up above the bartending station as the rambunctious gathering hole blared with music and the heavy smog of cigarette smoke.

Gripping the folder in his hand, Dabi thought to stay for a little bit. Maybe it will help him gain information on your whereabouts were, though it was difficult. Ever since Giran had informed the villain of your ‘in and out of existence’ behaviour being a normal occurrence for assassins, that still spurred him to the brink of exhaustion.

Closing his eyes when cocking his head backwards in an attempt to feel an exasperated sense of serenity in this unknown environment, when Dabi’s eyes circled in confusion at the appearance of another glass of vodka sitting cutely on top of the glossy lacquered redwood bar. It dawned upon him when the sticky warm breath of somebody’s breath tickling his pierced ear had angelically whispered “Aren’t you going to drink it?” that it was actually your voice.

“Is there poison?” Dabi muttered as two of his ten fingers grasped the clear shot glass that could’ve been mistaken to be empty if not for the reflection of the liquid inside of it. “No, baby.” Murmured (y/n) as two (e/c) cat ears flickered in anxious need for his hands to caress you once more.

“Good kitten.” He took his drink of victory, placed the glass down and leaned upwards to feel the pressure of your chest squeezing so right against taut shoulders. He didn’t care if those dangling illuminations had shined straight into his eyes because he had you locked in his grasp.

Slightly shaking hands reached up to feel the smooth texture of your ears resulting in your lungs releasing an unsteady puff of air when the atmosphere had stagnantly crumbled away in the wake of their minds resulting in (y/n) becoming lightheaded, causing the female to dip her head forward allowing her lover to please her more.

“Do you like that kitten?” She knew Dabi had a shit-eating grin on his face and she didn’t give a flying fuck. “Y-yes…” With the impossibly soft tug of the male’s fingers, when he sneakily pulled one of his hands away from your ears, he led you to a room. “Where are we going?” If it weren’t for your body being held close to his, Dabi wouldn’t have heard you.

Though he didn’t answer you.

Instead, your vision had given you the answer you needed.

Throwing yourself down onto the nightclub’s private bed, Dabi had closed and locked the door behind him.

It wasn’t long for two calloused hands to feel the familiar bumps of your pure untattered skin or have them crawl up against the smooth mesh fabric covering the majority of your body, only being held up by two thick but light weight chains of gold, where Dabi satisfyingly rests his fingers and glides his thumbs slowly down the buds of your body.

“I’m surprised,” He spoke first as (y/n)’s eyes hesitantly snapped up to meet his, “usually your feistier—” Let’s not forget how Dabi caught the narrowing of your eyes “Not like this is any bad, kitten…” Spending no time for you to give a response, he shoved his lips onto yours. Locking them in with the help of salvia, the villain spent not even a millisecond in taking those golden chains and moving them down your arms to reveal the jutted-out bones that shaped the collarbone.

Your skin was always tantalising for him to bite and mark. “T-that’s not fair…” Peeking your eyes open, the male’s outfit still remained on him as untouched as ever whereas he was slowly- most annoyingly- removing the scandalous dress that left nothing for the mind to think about.

“What’s not fair, kitten?” Under this dimmed lighting, you noted how his bright blue orbs seemed to emit some sort of glow to use as a tactic of submission. “Y-your t-teasing me…” Raising your arms upwards to wrap around the warm mounds, the slick sensation of a warm slippery organ ran itself along the thin helix of her ear where in that moment, a low chuckle bellowed out of Dabi’s throat.

“I thought you liked being teased?” All you needed to do is grab that folder and escape your lover’s grasp. Though that was proving more difficult than it was thought out to be.

The money that came with this incognito mission was something you desperately needed, but even then, what should you choose? Dabi or money? Love or wealth?

Maybe you could pick both? That’s what (y/n) thought, as she felt a warm digit press harshly against the nether regions of her body. Sure, the entrance to the forbidden cavern was blocked by expensive fishnet tights and soft cotton panties, but it doesn’t stop the slithering finger of the villain above her.

Dabi eyed the twitching ears and the flooding blood to (y/n)’s cheeks, “Kitten, you haven’t answered my question…” He also eyed the sporadic squirming of wanting some sort of release from a singular digit pressing against your body. Leaning forward to only allow your eyes to stare dead centre into his own with a hint of sobriety lingering. “Com’ on kitten,” It was only his voice that lured you into a true sense of serenity, “you don’t want to be a bad kitty, do you?”

“No, no, no, I don’t—" The words had squeaked through babbling curses as an advantage to him. “Then answer my question.” As harsh as before the separation, his actions further proved his meaning, though with that crazed pearly white smile, you weren’t sure what signal he was sending.

“I-I think. I d-do…” He simply shook his head.

“I need a clear answer—" She didn’t know at the time, but when the music in the nightclub had a bass drop hit from the band preforming as Dabi dipped his finger near her nether region- after wriggling under the cloth barrier- that was when (y/n) snapped out of her intoxicated state and teleported across the room with the folder sitting snug in her fingers grasp.

It was a surprise to Dabi. Darting his head towards the folder that was left unadministered on the side of the bed, it wasn’t there.

Instead, in the corner of his vision, there you stood; fully dressed before you entered this room and wearing a wide grin.

Jumping off the bed to get the folder out of your grasp, Dabi swiped at your illusions body. “Wrong move, baby.” Snapping his head towards the direction of Chester cat grinning lady dangling from the window by only her arms.

In a second, she was there. In another second, she disappeared.

(Y/n) was called Ms. Chester cat, for a reason.

God fucking damnit. How could he have let his horniness get the better of himself?

The next morning was another surprise.

With the throbbing of his head echoing like a traditional drum being banged against, the excuse he made to Shigaraki had been half-assed- considering he was cockblocked by his beloved kitten.

So, here he was sitting short-fused and tired. When Giran had opened the door to his working place room waving a very familiar coloured folder paired with a red stained kiss on it- Dabi may or may not have jumped to conclusions that you were playing with him.

“The fuck? You better not be playing with me, Giran.” Looming over the broker, he wasn’t impressed with whatever the fuck is going on.

Through the expression that he was receiving didn’t give him all the answers, the next sentence he heard was an impressively bold one.

“What?” Giran shrugged at Dabi, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Say thanks to your little lady next time.”

Huffing in response, Dabi gave Giran a dismissive wave.

 “Well, she is a Cheshire cat, after all.” 

Taglist:

  @orenjineki, @haredabi, @in-this-house-we-stan-izuku​, @glitterfreezed​

#dabi mha #dabi x reader #dabi imagine #dabixyou #villain x reader #twice mha #mha fluff #mhaspicysmuttime #(Only a little bit of spice) #TW:alcohol #tw: mention of biting

[veganvan916-blog]

The Longest Year of My Damn Life

This has been the longest year of my damn life! Well... Not really but kind of! You see the year has been extremely informative and educational. It has also been tumultuous and rewarding.May 17, 2018 marked my 1 year anniversary in this vegan world and let me tell you, this shit is amazing. Side bar- The word vegan gets so much negativity attached to it, so I have started using the term “Earthly Eater” meaning that I eat what comes from the Earth. From now on I will refer to vegan as Earthly Eating. Okay! Good... 

 I have learned quite a bit of things over the past year and I know that I will only learn a ton more as the years go by.  In this blog I will take you through some of the most important things that I have learned over the past 367 days and give you an insight to what this “Earthly Eating” can do for you. I will break it down into sections and explain so that I can clearly paint a picture of what I learned as well as sprinkle knowledge onto someone who may be at the precipice of jumping into this Earthly life. I hope that these words find everyone who reads this well and sheds some light on to your lives. Let’s start with one of the main things that I have learned...

START SLOW

Not as in slowly ween yourself off the meat and dairy,however, if you need to do that, DO IT. But start slow as in, know that it is okay to eat processed foods at first. Know that you are NOT perfect and there may be a time where you eat something in this stage that upon further review, contains milk. Yes, you will forget to read the label EVERYTIME, but you will learn to. You will forget to eat before you go out or pack a snack for after your outting, but you will learn to.  All of these things will help you find your way in the world of earthly eating.

UNCERTAINTY HAPPENS

If you are uncertain, IT’S NORMAL! Not 1 person has jumped into this earthly lifestyle with all the answers.  Example.You may be asking, can I have marshmallows or gummy bears? No because of gelatin. What is gelatin? Pork fat! It’s not listed on the packages in bold lettering like milk or eggs. I didn’t know at first, but they MUST list milk and eggs on the bottom and in BOLD if they are used in the making of that food item. They also have to list other stuff like soy and nuts because of they are a part of the 7 deadly allergens, EGGS, TREE NUTS, PEANUTS, SHELLFISH, FISH, WHEAT & SOY. So ALWAYS READ THE INGREDIENTS and when in doubt put that shit back

 FINE TUNING HAPPENS

On its own, it happens, as long as you stay the course. You will learn things like which foods are processed and which are not. You will learn how to cook foods that you never thought you would even try... What you know about fennel or rhubarb. A funny thing happens when you actually dive into earthly eating without restrictions or limitations. You stop being lazy and start getting back to the basics. You start cooking again. Y’all remember what that is right? Pots, pans, seasonings you know shit like that. Not only that. You start challenging yourself and the cooking becomes FUN. You find new things to cook and develop in the kitchen. Now, that boring recipe for rice and beans becomes a curried garbanzo dish over cilantro rice, or instead of getting canned beans you get dry beans and go through the labor of letting them soak rinsing them and then finding out that, shit, if I add smoked paprika and a bay leaf to this it gives it a way better flavor than the canned beans. You get ideas in your head like, if I take these 2 bean types combine and mash them with some spelt flour, instead of regular flour, and seasonings I can make gluten free burgers! You start to fall in love with what you can do for yourself and your family in the kitchen and it is no longer cooking but it is an adventure.

 MENTAL CLARITY HAPPENS

At some point in your journey, if you are actually doing it and removing processed foods and other “bad vegan” foods from your diet, your brain opens up to a different level of ascension . For myself, this happened 7 months into my lifelong marathon. Once I removed the loads of processed crap from my life, I started to recognize something changing. Okay, I can’t lie… Potato chips have been the hardest to get rid of…. Damn chips! I started to see things that were happening around me in a light that I had never experienced before and it was BEAUTIFUL. I stopped using derogatory words to address myself and my friends, and started using uplifting and inspiring ones. I started to notice how, everyone knows this exists we just never fully pay attention to it and don’t understand that we are being affected, I started to notice how the media was DIRECTLY attacking the minds of our children, using beautiful colors and jingly ass jingles to shape and mold our youth into yearning for whatever product they were selling and or guiding them to whatever specific outcome they were seeking and it made me sick. I have children, and when I hear my son sing a jingle that has nothing to do with childhood, I CRINGE. You know, “When steak is really this good, you show it in slow mo”. Not saying that earthly eating puts up some magical shield against these jingles, just saying that I was clearly seeing the brainwashing and it sickened me. Instead of laughing at my kid for singing whatever jingle, I looked at myself and knew I had to do more to shape and mold his mind. I had to make the promise to myself that I was going to do everything I possibly could to combat the onslaught of brain washy ass uppercuts that they were throwing to make sure my children can formulate their own opinions.

 POSITIVITY HAPPENS

Not sure when it happened or why, but I got happy. I mean I got really happy. I started listening to motivational speeches and joyful jams, that’s literally the playlist I have on my music app. I started to smile more and enjoy the moment. I started to STOP complaining. I took a deeper look inside myself and decided that I would no longer let the small things bother me. I became filled with joy and with each passing day the joy that I had intensified. I stopped entertaining complaints, and whenever someone came to me with them, I would do one of two things, I would say “ok well, what are you going to do about this situation” or I just wouldn’t respond. I started to see something amazing happen. Other people around me were starting to catch the joy that was oozing out of me, and people were letting me know it. They would come up to me and say, Ian I don’t know what changed but you have been super happy on social media and in person and it is contagious. Not only that. Positive things started to happen for myself as well. I had been wanting to start my cooking business, as well as  start spreading positivity about this life, and just like that, I did. One day I just started doing things and I haven’t looked back since. Because I have been focusing on the positive and removing negative thoughts, great things like meeting new people with a mutual interest in helping each other has happened I have had complete strangers reach out to me and tell me that they love my energy, I mean I truly changed my ways and I was all the more better for it.

 HEALTH HAPPENS

I was pre diabetic, had high blood pressure and ached EVERYWHERE! Well……… Notice I said was! Yeah, that’s right, WAS. Since becoming an Earthly Eater, the aforementioned issues are null and void.  I noticed that I was able to work out now and I felt completely different than before. I also noticed that after the workout, instead of being completely gassed and wiped out, now I was actually good. Don’t get me wrong now, I can tell that I have worked out, but the aches and pain from all the inflammation that I had was gone now and the sheer exhaustion had left with it. My health completely turned around and I was all the more better for it.

 LIFE HAPPENS

The biggest and greatest take away from this is that LIFE HAPPENS. When you eat the way we were designed to eat, Life truly happens. I have lost weight, gained some back from drinking but that’s a different story. I have improved my health; I have cleansed my soul and gained a joy that was unknown to me. I have gained a higher level or thought and education. I have seen a light shine in others because of how bright the light shinned in me. All of this is life & all of this is love. In reading this I hope that you all will take away 2 things.

Number 1… Eat Earthly damnit lol

Number 2 and more importantly, because I know that even after me telling you that this has been the best decision of my life a bunch of y’all are going to go eat a damn steak, hell some of y’all are reading this with some form of animal product on your plate or in your hand, put down the drumstick man lol.

No seriously number 2, Be the love that you want to see. What I mean by that is, if you are someone who wants to see a better world, then be that “better”. If you are someone that sees mass shootings, unlawful police killings, crimes against children or any other atrocity and it makes you sick to your stomach. If you see these things and it makes you say NO! This isn’t right and it must change! If this is you, then I need you to BE THAT CHANGE.I want you to approach each day and opportunity with positivity. When the bullshit comes your way, sidestep it and get right back in your positive lane. I want you to remain in your positive space because I can guarantee you this. If the sun shines on you long enough, you can’t help but to warm up! This means, be that sun and shine your light on others so that they can’t help but to warm up. Be the love you want to see. Stay positive, smile, laugh and love life. After all… as far as we all know. You only get one. Till the next time… PEACE!

Ladies & Gentlemen I appreciate your attention and I appreciate your time. The fact that you took time to read this is extremely humbling and I want you to know that you are appreciated.

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