#also i should eat something healthy i feel like crap

[z0mbi3k1d]

Romanticizing life Part 4

Food ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

This is just gonna be abt healthy food swaps and things different foods can do for you, I'm not promoting Ed at all!!

Note‼️‼️

Only do these if you want to, you should enjoy your life. That means don't do food swaps all the time, treat yourself! To be honest I probably won't do any of these because I'm happy with my body and don't have too, you should be happy with yourself too!

Eating Healthy 🍓

It is important to eat healthy! It can do lots for your body, skin, and mood, I'm going to give you some healthy food swaps and tasty snacks to help!

Toxic things to get out of your head 🐇

Before I'm going to share these it's important to me that you don't use this unhealthy, stop telling yourself these things

"I need to eat healthy to loose weight"

No, you don't. All bodies are shaped different and process food differently, allergies for example. Not everyone has allergies so what makes you think everyone processes all food the same? You can still be healthy without 'looking healthy'

"I'll only eat for energy, not taste"

Man just enjoy your life 😭 I see ppl say this a lot but it doesn't make sense. Break your shell and try more foods and flavors, enjoy yourself

"I have to look like them"

Nuh uh! You're hotter 💋

Remember if you wouldn't say it to a bunny DO NOT SAY IT TO YOUR SELF‼️‼️

Food swaps 🍡

Here's some food swaps for you!

Sugary cereal ~ Oats with fruit

Ice cream ~ acai bowl

Coffee ~ matcha/Chai

Chips ~ Popcorn

White bread ~ sourdough

My personal favorite healthy foods 🧁

I'd consider myself a pretty picky eater so when it comes to healthy foods this is what I eat

I love all fruits strawberries, blueberries, bananas ect. Fruits are great bc you can do lots with them, you can make smoothies, put them in yogurt or just eat them normally

Peanut butter, okay so I'm not a huge fan but there's a lot you can do with peanut butter and you an make really healthy stuff with it

Granola, guys granola is soooo good I used to eat the bars and they had honey on them too it was so good

Honey is also good but yk

Hummus.. Lowkey feel like a nerd for saying I like it but I do. If you wanna be healthy with it you could use cucumbers!

Cucumbers>>> squash (I hate squash it's so disgusting :p)

Tuna, it has like Idk it's good for you in some ways I wasn't really listening to my father when he was talking abt it

I love nuts!! I think they're a good quick snack

I'd you don't like water get some of the flavors things, they have energy and low cal ones

Apparently dark chocolate is gold for you too sooo

Salmon is also healthy hehe >:)

Chia seeds barley taste like anything so put them in your yogurt or something

TEA TEA IS SOOOOOO GOOD

Things foods can do for you 🍮

Idk how much of this is true but I'm not gonna gatekeep just in case

Dark chocolate can

Holy crap apparently it can protect against UV rays?? 😭😭

It fights tooth decay

And it's a brain food

More brain food

Nuts

Avocados

Eggs

Chia seeds

Fruits

I'm telling you fruits are good for anything and they're sweet!!! They are perfect!!! (If you don't like fruit consider yourself an opp)

Thanks for reading!! 🩷🩷

Thanks for reading!! Have a great day, remember to eat what you want and stay happy!! I love you my sweet angels!! 🩷🩷

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[2braincellslz]

Who?

Ship : Eddie Brock x venom

Desc: Eddie trys to explain how his and Venoms relationship is. How it works. So on and so on

Warning: confusion but not homophobia

Eddie had been dreading this day. Whether it be for better or worse, he still pushed it back as far as he could. Whenever Venom would bring it up it would always be a ¨later¨ or ¨im busy¨ or ¨not now¨

Eddie.

¨ Jesus, Venom. You scared the crap out of me.¨

You are nervous.

¨Yeah, well, it's not every day you tell your ex girlfriend that you are dating your parasite.¨

Parasite?

Eddie just rolled his eyes, pulling out the tray of tater tots from the toaster oven. Venom formed off of Eddie's shoulder to devour the tots. Eddie knew Venom would be right back to asking questions after he was done eating but the quiet was nice.

Anne was coming over soon, Dan was with her. Eddie had cleaned up the apartment the day before, not really wanting to hear Anne scold him for letting Venom destroy the place. 

Eddie was sitting on the couch, feet up on the coffee table.

There is no need to be worried, Eddie.

¨i mean, there's a little bit of a need.¨

Venom forms one Eddies shoulder again.

¨she will not judge us.¨

¨she might.¨

¨you are being dumb, eddie.¨

¨wow, that makes me feel so much better.¨

¨is that sarcasm?¨

¨yes. Its sarcasm.¨

Venom made a humming sound like he was pleased with himself before sinking away. Eddie loved Venom, that's why he was putting up with all of this, but sometimes Venom could be a little much for Eddie. Especially times like this when Eddie was moments away from a panic attack. 

Eddie had to prepare himself, metaly. He had a feeling that Dan would accept it as is. As long as it keeps Eddie happy and healthy. Seems like it should be Dans catchphrase. He also had a feeling Anne wouldnt understand. He had a feeling she would scold him like some kind of child. She had done it before. But he also felt like she knew it was coming. After the whole ordeal with the spaceship and Venom leaving Eddie, he found out that it was Venom's idea to kiss Eddie. Who knows.

Honestly, Eddie felt a little guilty. ´a little´, he felt really guilty. Not only for what he has done, with anne´s job, but also for the fact that Anne and Dan feel like they have to take care of and check on eddie. Sure, he wasn't mentally great, but it should be his ex-fiance and ex-fiance´ s now fiance's problem. 

Anne and Dan would go out of their way to make sure Eddie and Venom were ok. Dan would do weekly check ups to make sure Eddie's body was working ok with Venom. Anne would stop by every once in a while to make sure Eddie had enough food and wasn't living in a pigsty. Sometimes, they would invite Eddie out to a really fancy restaurant. Most of the time Eddie would deny, not wanting to be a burden, but the one time he did go he had a great time. Now, Eddie didn't know much about break ups with finances but he did know a lot about girlfriends. Usually they wouldn't talk to Eddie. Usually they would distance themselves. Usually, they wouldn't check on Eddie to make sure his mental health isn't destroying him from the inside out. But, usually, Eddie didn't have an alien in him and had to deal with a whole corrupted organization with an Ex. 

Eddie had started pacing back and forth in his apartment by the door. Anne and Dan would be there any second. What ifs´ filled his brain as he chewed on his thumb nail.

Eddie jumped at the tapping at the door. There was no going back now.

They are here, Eddie. 

¨i know, Venom.¨

Eddie pulled open the door to be met with the pair that he had been dreading to see sense that morning. 

¨Eddie! You look great.¨ Anne smiled, kinda awkwardly.

¨oh, that you. I've been trying the skin care you told me about.¨

No, you haven't.

Eddie internally rolled his eyes.

¨ May we come in?¨ Dan asked with his usually happy smile.

¨yes yes, please.¨

Dan and Anne walked in. Anne shed his coat and placed it on a hook.

¨You said that you had something to talk about? Is everything alright?Anne asked, following Eddie to the old couch and sitting down next to Dan with Eddie sitting in the single arm chair. 

¨Yes, everything is fine. Its about Venom.¨ eddie began to figest, messing with one of the beads on his bracelet. 

¨Venom? Did he run off again?¨ Dan asked this time, his tone filled with a doctor like worry. 

¨No, we are sticking with Eddie.¨ eddie smiled slightly, feeling a little more clamed out not that he wasnt as alone as he was a few minutes ago.

¨so, what did you want to talk about?¨ annes eyebrows were furrowed together.

¨um… well, me and Venom are uh…¨ jesus, how could he say this? What words could he maybe scrape together so this wouldnt be as weird. 

¨Me and Eddie are now boyfrieds¨ 

¨yeah…¨ Eddie agreed.

Dan, like Eddie thought, didnt really have any extreme reaction. To him it seemed like the logical move. If Eddie loved Venom and Venom loved Eddie then, yeah, that makes sense. I mean, if Eddie is loving on Venom he is producing the same chemical Venom craves and Eddie could use someone to love him.

Anne on the other hand was more then confused. Her eyebrows furrowed together. How would something like that work? Venom is inside Eddie and exect for the times Venom formed on his shoulder, they where never really around each other. 

¨i uh… how dose that work?¨

¨how dose what work?¨ eddie felt Venom form around his hand. 

¨dating… like, you dont really see eachother?¨

¨we talk to eachother a lot, we talk and we eat together, and we watch movies together. Its just like a normal relationship but hes a alien.¨

Anne just looked more confused. She looked over to Dan, almost like she was confirming that she wasnt going crazy.

¨like a long distance relationship. Except Eddie and Venom can see each other whenever they want.¨ Dan explained.

¨and do you two go on dates or…¨

¨eddie took us on a walk the other day. We went to a seafood restaurant too.¨

¨well… i mean its not really my place to pry… whatever make you guys happy.¨ Anne sighed.

¨exactly. Whatever makes you two happy.¨ Dan smiled.

Eddie didnt like the sudden silence that layed across the room. He slightly prayed that venom would do something.

¨movie?¨ 

#eddie x venom #venom x eddie #venom movie #venom comics #venom let there be carnage #symbrock #symbrok #gays #anne with an e #shes a bit confused #eddie brock #venom #venom fic #venom fanfiction

[kerri2022]

Suptober 22 - Day 17 - Muse

Castiel sighed as he regarded his latest creation, a sketch of the hot dog vendor cart across from his bench and the cart's owner - a tall, dark skinned, regal looking man that he had learned was named Reggie. "Creation" was too much of a nice word for it. To put it bluntly, the sketch sucked. There was no feeling or life to it. It seemed to Castiel to be mediocre at best.

He'd been having this problem for weeks now. He felt stuck, uninspired, blocked, and nothing had helped - switching locations, subjects, and mediums. Frustration and disappointment had become resignation. He had to face reality. Despite some successes, he wasn't meant to be an professional artist. It was just a struggle and not in the least enjoyable anymore. Maybe later he could try again as a hobby if he felt the urge.

He wanted to leave now, but couldn't find the motivation to do even that, so he just watched as two men approached Reggie's cart. One was tall - probably close to 6'4, Castiel estimated. The other was tall enough also, only a couple of inches shorter. The taller one wore his hair longer and a little shaggy, while the other had a neat military style almost buzz cut. They both seemed good looking from what he could tell, and were wearing plaid flannel shirts - red (the taller one) and green - with jeans. They both also seemed like people you did not to mess with judging from their body language.

By rote, Castiel turned to a new page in his sketchbook. He'd sit here for a little longer, probably putting nothing on that page before finally admitting defeat.

But...

The two men came to sit on the bench next to his with their dogs and soft drinks and he couldn't help but listen and look. His eyes were especially drawn to the man in the green as they began unwrapping their lunches. The man scarfed part of his hot dog down quickly, clearly enjoying it, while the other just watched with a mix of quiet bemusement and disapproval. "You know, it wouldn't hurt you to lay off the meat once in a while and at least order a salad or vegan.." he said

"Bite your tongue, Sammy! Says you. No rabbit food or vegan crap. So what if this isn't good for me - I don't really care. Got to take the good where we can. You really think eating healthy is going to make a damn bit of difference in the long run?" the man questioned.

So the taller one's name was "Sammy".

Castiel found himself putting pencil to paper, feeling like he should try once more to capture something - these two. Why not?

"All I know is it feels right for me and you should care, Dean. Keep going like that - you could end up with a heart attack or stroke and then what?"

And "Dean" was the other's name.

Dean just continued munching on his hot dog, but it was obvious the words hadn't gone unheard.

Sammy unwrapped his own dog and began eating.

"Just lucky for you they had vegan," Dean said.

Castiel continued sketching, not worrying about whether it was good or not and just drawing. A few minutes later, he looked over what he had using these two as subjects. There was an expressiveness and a certain spark of a story to it. It wasn't the best sketch he'd ever done, but maybe it meant that he shouldn't give up.

#suptober22 #spn fanfic #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #spn au

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Knd x AWISC au part 8.(warning: this part talks about a toxic relationship.)

(Monty and Benedict head outside towards the car and comes across Rachel.)

Rachel: Why are you so mad, Benedict?

Benedict: I have to deal with an insufferable asshole named Timothy every day at drama club!

Rachel: Timothy Woodchuck?

Benedict: Yeah, why?

Rachel: He was my garbage boyfriend.

Benedict and Monty: He was!?

Rachel: Yeah, he was manipulative, he used me, never wanted me to go anywhere without him, forced me to be both transphobic and homophobic, and even admitted that he only wanted to be with me because he has a feline fetish when he dumped me for standing up to his toxic behavior. I hated how much I loved him and I wish I could forget him, it's why Remind me to forget you is my favorite song, I feel seen when I listen to that song.

Monty: That's awful.

Benedict: As if I needed anymore reason to hate Timothy!

Monty: I'm so glad you got out of that.

Benedict: I hope you move on and have a healthy relationship, because you deserve better.

Rachel: Thank you...

Monty: Look at the time, we should get home, Benedict.

Benedict: Alright, goodbye, Rachel.

Monty: Bye, Rachel.

Rachel: Bye Monty, Bye Benedict.

(Monty drives him and Benedict home.)

Mariana: How was school, boys?

Monty: It was pretty eventful, Carter invited me, Benedict, and Linda to his house on Saturday, Mr.Hares(rabbit) was sick and we had a substitute teacher, Timothy was up to his usual queerphobic crap, and we found out that he was also Rachel's ex boyfriend.

Benedict: I'm so glad they're no longer together, because he was manipulative, forced Rachel to be someone she's not, and only dated her because he has a fetish towards felines.

Mariana: He's just an awful person through and through.

Mariana in thought: He's sound so similar to Baylor...(Mariana's husband/Monty and Benedict's father))

Mariana: I think it's time for bed.

Monty: Oh yeah, it's late, goodnight, mom.

Benedict: Goodnight, mom.

Mariana: Goodnight, boys.

(They go to their bedrooms, Benedict only going to sleep because he had to. He starts having the nightmare again.)

Benedict: This nightmare again, I hope it won't be as bad as last night's.

(The car hits someone and immediately halted, Benedict gets out of the car to see that he hit Timothy and three ghostly sheep.)

Benedict: Oh...

(Benedict walks up to take a closer look.)

Benedict: This nightmare is definitely not as bad as last night's, I only feel bad for the three sheep, Timothy deserves to be dead and this is the one time I wish my nightmare happened in real life.

?: I've never heard spoken words more true than that.

(Benedict turns around to see the grim reaper.)

Benedict: You're not here for me, are you?

Grim reaper: I'm not, I'm actually here for your prey instincts.

Benedict: Really?

Grim reaper: Yep, your prey instincts died out after you formed a meaningful friendship with a Rachel, who is a predator.

Benedict: Yeah, I didn't really have a good friendship with Helen, I was always too paranoid that she might eat Linda, I should probably start being nicer to her.

Grim reaper: Yeah... But I should go back to doing my job.

(Grim reaper take the souls of Benedict's sheep instincts.)

Benedict: Wait, before you go, I would like to know more about my dad. When did he die? How did he die? Did he chose to be buried, cremated, or something else entirely? And did he go to Heaven or Hell, or do people just continue to wander the earth as ghosts?

Grim reaper: All of those questions will be answered when the time comes.

Benedict: Okay...

Grim reaper: Goodbye, see you when you're eighty-two.

Benedict: Alright, see you.

(Benedict then wakes up from his dream.)

The end of part 8

#codename knd #monty uno #benedict uno #ocs #a wolf in sheep's clothing #grim reaper #furry #alternate universe

[theramblinghockeydude]

Life is full of challenges, so why add more?

I have to say, that is a great question Shawn. I have never huge on challenging myself to things because I have been of the mindset, if you challenge yourself there is always the possibility of failing, which I hate doing and so I figure, if I don't challenge myself, that is one less thing to fail at. A side note here...why do we always make it known that we hate failing, like there are people out there that are like "yeah, I love to fail, makes me feel great so I make sure I fail at something at least twice a week just to keep my mind healthy." Ok, back on track now.

I have inherited my grandfather's (on mom's side) sweet tooth. I love my sweets and have done little for most of my life to truly regulate my intake. I can rip through a bag of fun size candy bars watching a movie or a hockey game pretty easily. I am also one that snacks when my mind is not occupied or if I am stressed/anxious. I eat my feelings, which really wasn't a good thing the past few years. The good news is, since I have been here I have gotten the snacking much more under control with the help of my sister, mind you, I give her plenty of grief about it and play up the drama, but at the end of day it is much needed help. So, since that is better under control I feel like now is a good time to try to take it a step further and figure out a snacking schedule of sorts and limit what I have at those times. My sister will come in handy to help me figure those things out as she seems to have a pretty good grasp on those types of things and, although she does give in every now and again, because, let's face it, who can resist the charm when it is turned up to high LOL Sorry, had to inject a little humor there, anyway, she is good at telling me no when it is needed. I am also going to try to scale down my soda intake. Again, before I got here I was drinking 2-3 20 ounce a day, and now I am pretty much at 1 16.9 oz a day. I would like to scale that back to 1 every other day and see how that works. I do enjoy a good soda though, so we will be keeping that in the rotation and not taking it out completely.

So yeah, that is what happens when you have a night where you don't feel tired because you napped through most of you evening, you think of crap like this to torture yourself with LOL It will be good though, this is a change that I feel like I want to make and am ready to make so that should make it easier to stick to it. The first month or so will be the toughest and when my sister will probably hear me whine the most about it as I can be a bit of a dramatic sometimes :)

Other than this, it is hockey season for that is good. Vegas and UND are both off to good starts to their seasons. I like what I am seeing from this version of UND and think that if this team continues to gel and gain chemistry, they could make some noise...time will tell.

Take care my friends and, as always, be kind to one another :)

[the-pen-is-mighty-and-so-are-you]

Words, words, Words! - from wp blog, 29/02/2020

…as goes the infamous Hamlet quote, sort of. Tis the theme of both this blog post and, it seems, my life.

Oh hello, by the way, my dear visitor. Thought I'd gone for good, eh? Took up and left with my tea and biscuits? Well... there are no more biscuits left, I'm afraid. They're full of empty calories, you know. Help yourself to a square of some hefty dark chocolate. There. Don't you feel like such an adult? So mature... sipping green tea and indulging on chocolate that costs MORE than a quid. No no don't go-

Sorry. I had a diet revelation, realised that feeling tired and crap correlated with how well I was eating. Am I on one of those fad diets? No, not really. Just looked up the balanced diet thing on the NHS website. They teach you that stuff in school but by the time you're this age it's a faded vague mantra of "five a day" in the back of your head. So, I went on the website and I learned - get this - that you need to eat at least FIVE vegetables or fruit a day.

Yeah, I know, I groaned too. How am I gonna do that? But, actually, two tablespoons of dried fruit counts as one, a reasonably digestible amount, so chuck that on a bowl of Crunchy Nut. A couple of vegetables in your lunch, a couple for your dinner, and a piece of fruit as a snack and BOOM suddenly your digestive system works VERY well.

Sorry, you've zoned out, haven't you? Anyway, I do feel so much better now. I eat more, but I eat healthy. Not all the time of course, that's not human. So, if I tell you I secretly do have Lidl's waffles in the cupboard, shall I toast them and cover them in Nutella and make us a wee snack? Yes, sounds like a plan.

So, while you're letting that sugary cotton wool dissolve in your mouth, allow me to say more words... words, words. Sorry, I had to reference the title to make sure you remembered the topic.

I fricking love words. I love how they mediate everything, how I can pour the deepest recesses of my being into something written and it can be expressed and seen. I love how I feel when I write, too: it's like speaking to a god, or something. I can see why the Romans believed in Muses, because how, why else could I feel so compelled by an art form?

Poetic prose aside, I also love the things that contain words - languages. Ugh, can't get enough of them. I love how by learning a language you can learn all sorts about a culture, about the people, about how their tongues and mouths shape the words they speak. There's so many more sounds out there besides English.

In French, I learned that there's a way of talking where you blend sounds together so it's like a relaxed-mouthed song, fluid, constant and most natural when filled with euh's. Words are the flowing river, euh's are the river's banks to keep the conversation on track and natural. You get to a point in French where once you know the grammar and core vocabulary, you can understand a lot of the rest of the language. Except for when you can't, of course.

In Latin, I learned that a lot of English words and a lot of French words come from it. I learned that in comparison every other language's grammar, to generalise, is easier. I think I know how to spell better because of Latin. Learning a dead language also connected me to a dead society, and connected me more to my passion of history (but mainly classics). I also like reading inscriptions out loud and wondering how they were spoken. Are the v's said like v's or w's? An ongoing debate. It's irrelevant, anyway, because the native speakers are dead and we, the learners, are alive, so we can make our own rules.

I should probably delete that last sentence, scholars might burn me at the stake for it.

Ancient Greek gave me a taste for different alphabets - and then I was suddenly on a journey, because Ancient Greek didn't quite click, wasn't quite relevant enough (because Latin is?). But I wanted a code to crack, something hidden, something that looked completely different from the Roman alphabet, something not taught at my school.

I tried Chinese, except not really. Learning all those complex characters seemed a bit too much for fifteen, sixteen-year-old me, so I learned the one for 'beauty' and the one for 'love' and then moved on.

I tried Russian, learned all 33 letters of the alphabet, doodled vocabulary artistically on a page and felt satisfied. I remember a word sounding like 'zoloto', but can't remember the meaning. I think it's something random, like grape or goose. But I couldn't see myself visiting Russia, so I left it after a couple of video tutorials.

My friend J was learning Japanese, I remember, and I did consider that, but at the time the alphabets ("There's two of them? No thanks.") seemed far too complex, and I knew they used Chinese characters which were also too complex, and also Japanese was super trendy at this point in time so it was a bit too mainstream for sixteen-year-old me. Where's nearby? Ahah! Korea!

That's not actually how it happened - I had no clue about the geography of that part of the world, for starters. I'd only ever seen a map of Japan isolated on its own page, so I had no idea who its neighbours were. Actually, a few years ago, my mum's friends from South Korea visited, and that planted the seeds for my future romance with the language. That was the initial Tinder viewing.

Except I'd completely forgotten about the whole experience. I'd rejected the Tinder profile and let it go. The words 'Korea' and 'Korean' didn't connect to anything I knew, so they didn't stick at first. But then I watched a few documentaries, and then I was down one of those internet rabbit holes. I became more interested, and somewhere down the line, I became fascinated, and then somehow it became three years of language passion.

Korean taught me that brains are amazing and can learn new systems of writing and speaking, if you give it the chance, if you have the incentive and interest. I learned how to shape new sounds, how to perform Korean mannerisms, how to be polite and respectful in that culture, what that culture is. I also began to understand words in K-pop songs, and not just the English ones, which is goddamn satisfying even to this day (although nowadays my brain gets confused and can't always tell which language they're speaking).

Now I'm learning Japanese at university, and again the wonder of the brain has been proven to me again. With it, I've found that for each language, there's a different mindset. When I speak Japanese or Korean or sometimes French to myself, I take on a whole new personality - it's like the people I write in my stories. With each new language there's a new language baby inside my head, slowly developing, learning about the world around it in a new way with new words.

It all comes back to words. Words connect me to culture. Words connect me to my characters and stories. Words connect me to people.

That's why my next project is Thai - part of it is an ego thing, admittedly, visitor. I seem to have a 'thing' for languages that look completely different to my native alphabet. I must collect them all, just like Thanos in the picture. But it's also completely different sound-wise, unlike Japanese and Korean which don't have many of their own syllables, and I'm fascinated every time I hear it. It's so interesting listening to a language and not knowing anything at all about it, not even knowing where the words or sentences start or end. It's also a culture I don't know much about, either - I didn't absorb much at three years old when I visited Thailand with Mum. I can't wait to go on the language journey all over again, or rather rollercoaster, with the rush of all the puzzle pieces clicking together, of the noticeable growth, of the sheer amazement at the world when I can finally read what my boyfriend is texting, or understand at least one word when he speaks Thai.

But before then - Japanese. And Korean. And my own fucking language! Jeez, there's so much to learn and absorb and develop, so much character development to be had, but it all takes time and loyalty.

I'm sorry if I have not been all that loyal to this blog, and you, visitor. But you see, sometimes there's just a LOT. Too much. You know? And then I don't know what to focus on, and then... you know? Yeah. You know. Words, words, words.

Anyway, to summarise, I suggest you learn one word from a foreign language, right now. Doesn't matter how, or what, or how long - google it. And then just put that word in your head, hold it, even if it's only for a moment; think about how many different ways of thinking about the world there are. Mind-blowing, right? I go through that every time I study Japanese! (Which, ahem, probably isn't as often as it should be)

Yes, of course you can have another waffle. Sorry visitor, that was a bit of a ramble, but I just have so many thoughts and sometimes in different languages and I just wish I had someone to talk to who knew all the languages I'm learning and- yeah, the Nutella's just over there, with the knife still sticking upright out of it. Sorry, the handle's a bit sticky now. Sorry? I should stop apologising on my own blog? Sorry, I'll try- oh no, I mean, so- no, I mean sorry- sorry! Sorry...

Words, words, words. Have a good week, visitor.

#wholesome #language #i'm still trying to learn thai #i've forgotten all my japanese lol #i still remember some korean tho

[obsidianmoonkitten]

I have so many worries about myself. I have been sick since October. With one thing or another. If anyone even looks sick, I get it. No questions asked.

Cold, flu, pinkeye, you name it I have it. Caught pinkeye twice now. I don't understand.

I'm also a germ freak. I wash my hands constantly, Lysol and I are buddies.

I'm a housewife. I do all the chores and take care all around the house. How am I getting sick so much? I don't have time to leave.

I have a little one that goes to school. Yes, that should explain some of it. They have friends, they get sick, then they bring it home to me. But still. Every time? Some sort of illness since October? It is Jan 7th now. I need this to end...

The Drs. don't really know what's wrong. Just that I may have crap luck? I feel like that's bullshit. Because you think I'd get sick like a normal person. No no. I get sick and my body starts overreacting to being sick, so it works overtime. Which in the end. Hurts my body more. Which causes me to be sick longer and suffer. I feel like my body is beating itself up constantly.

I need to see a witch or something at this point. Go to church?? Pray for good health? Idk. I am desperate. I want to be able to talk without hurting my throat. I want to not cough and hurt my ribs. I want to stop being afraid of touching things and getting sick. I want to stop having tissues with me. Before you ask about allergies. My Dr hasn't gotten to that yet. So bare with them.

If you think it's my diet. I wish it was. An easy fix, right? I don't like sweets, I don't like soda, carbs terrify me but I eat them within reason not to neglect my own body. I like my veggies and my protein. My daily Vitamins. My favorite food is soup and salad. I feel like I should be so much more healthy.

What is going on with me? I do what the Dr says. I take all these pills and stay away from foods he tells me. The word of a Dr is God at this point for me. Just so my husband can have some comfort in knowing something is being done. I'm driving him insane with worry. I can't even comfort my own family... That role has been taken from me. I am stuck in a room forced to rest and get better. I appreciate it. I don't want them to get I'll either. But it can get very lonely so quickly...

No smoking, no drinking. I am a fairly clean person. Drugs and alcohol are rarely not in people's lives. Me? I just excluded them. Why risk it? I don't want to be in bed any longer than I am most days....

I do have insomnia, I think. My Drs were going to start helping me figure that out before I got sick. But then I did. So they have to prioritize one thing over the other. I'll be over here sick with the flu and be awake for 3 days straight. Unable to doze off. Because who knows what illness I'll have tomorrow.

I miss going out and riding my bike and being around my garden. I miss going to the grocery store without getting weak after a few minutes. I know my husband agreed to " in sickness and in health" but this isn't what I wanted. I wanted him to have a partner that could stand beside him... Not a bedridden one. I feel utterly useless and helpless...

I can't actually live in a hamster ball, can I?

[euargh]

vent post

been feeling down all day. earlier kept randomly crying. cooking tons of food for the side dishes while watching the Thanksgiving balloon parade helped distract me. but then the inevitable gloominess returned. My sis’ called me and we actually laughed hard over the phone over stuff we did as kids and holy shit, she found the skit I’ve spent years trying to find. This MAD TV skit that was my absolute favorite and inspired a lot of crap over the years and is basically my personality. It also reminded my sis’ and I at how when we were kids and screaming/laughing hysterically over making fun of whatever was on TV my mom threw a beer bottle at the wall yelling at us to shut up which caused us to explode out laughing. (Very rarely when she throws something we just crack up... probably due to insanity. Beer bottles = funny. Chancla = funny. Other objects = not funny.) I was glad for that phone call. Usually the phone calls from her are...negative and leave me stressed out and feeling alone. but lmao she saw the food posts I was sharing over Facebook -- which ironically I don’t actually have friends there, I only have a FB so if I were to disappear, my disappearance might be noticed and my sis’s friends will hopefully maybe might send a search party or something because shit I’m very much alone in life with the exception of my parents I live with. Though honestly I feel very much alone internally and wish I could build connections with online people like before. I’m just glad my fanfictions and fanfic youtube account are finally steadily gaining traction. It helps ease the pain of loneliness. It makes me feel like I’m actually liked and seen and that I’m actually making others laugh. -- shit got offtrack, sorry. Back on topic, she saw my food photos and was “I saw your food photos and WHOOAA” to which I apologized because I have been trying to not post as much on that shitty place (because I often lash out at scammers and weirdos that hit on me and sometimes I post cryptic stuff I don’t remember that clearly give away something’s very wrong with my brain and I’m just generally fucked up), but then she asked me to save her a slice of the apple pie crumble I baked and put it into the freezer. I put two slices in the freezer for her and said I’ll bake her a fresh one the next time she visits to take with her back to San Antonio to share with her best friend/neighbor! Then wow, my brother-in-law actually said “I miss kat” and I was just... “awwww thank you so much” (but I’m still scared of them since they easily hate on me at the drop of a dime, though it’s just really nice feeling liked in the heat of the moment and told nice things.) Also my parents absolutely love the pie and says it tastes better than the store’s. Wow. I suppose it’s really nice actually being good at something, in my case it is cooking. but I feel bad because I get stressed out worrying if I’m making everyone’s health worse or not with cooking such tasty foods. (but I mean... it should be healthier than the TV dinners they eat all the time.) I do try to cook vegetables and healthy soups for everyone and include healthy spices to add flavor. It was just nice this morning hear my dad say “You did a lot of work! Thank you, Mijita!” urgh, please excuse my extremely negative vents. I suppose venting into the void helps a little since I do feel less crummy after typing all this.

#vent #please excuse my negativeness #just been absolutely gloomy #moreso than usual #oh yeah bleh #tomorrow back to housework and my mom throwing things around #ugh

[littlemisspsychosomatic]

Updates on my life goals

I’ve had a huge slump in my uni times but other life goals....going kind of well?

1. I’m doing sort of well on my no-buy- I haven’t bought anything other than groceries since I started. It’s not really a no-buy, it’s more like a low-buy, or just a budget... but it’s been pretty eye-opening. I’m startled by how much money I blow through in just 9 days, and how much money I spend on groceries. Even now, only buying roast vegetables, I’m spending way more than I intended, and that’s buying mostly in-season stuff. I wonder if there’s any way I can get that down further though?

I’ve started to accumulate a couple of things I want to buy- all of them are non-essential, I’m pretty sure, so I won’t buy them now, and reassess in a few months. It’s been much easier to stop myself when I just think- how will I take my stuff to Germany? Here are some wants and my justifications on them:

- A handheld garment steamer. My iron is crap and takes up too much room. I want to get a cute little garment steamer, I know it’ll be crappy though? And honestly, I don’t know how often I actually iron my clothes. But... actually considering it. Going to lay down the law that I first need to actually sell my iron, and then distinctly NEED to use the iron. I know by then that’s probably too late, but it’ll illustrate my point.

-A lint trimmer. I guess along that same line. Non essential, especially right now, but defs something I want to get in the future. It’s really wasteful, but I think that there’s a good chance I’ll be donating most of my clothes after I lose weight. I just.... associate so much sadness with them right now. I never really feel happy getting dressed because I hate my body so much. I want to wear my pretty things again and feel good. Do I need a lint trimmer? No. But I think my want for it is coming from the desire to love and cherish my items again, not to feel as though they are just ways to hide my body as much as possible.

- Dyson hair dryer. SO stupid. No hair dryer needs to be worth that much money. But I’d love to get rid of my current styling tools and just teach myself to do a good blowout. Like, this is just coming back to my desire for simplicity and mastery over the self. I don’t actually use the dryer enough, but I should put in a little effort to try learn to do it. 

-White hiking boots. Also stupid, I have good hiking boots and no one wants to clean their hiking boots that much. But....I think I’m just vain and want cute hiking boots. If I move to Germany, I’ll get some then.

2. My uni has been going SHIT. I hit a huge slump and couldn’t work up the courage to...well, work, for a few days. It’s scary. I’m lazy again and I don’t know what to do. I spent some time cleaning the house instead. I’m going to try catch up but I’m already scared. But I know that fear is stopping me, so I need to calm down and just work.

3. Argh!!! Not eating has not been happening. Like, I can definitely keep myself to one meal a day. I’ve stopped munting. I am doing this weird thing now when I’m starving that I’ll prepare a quick meal, chew on it and spit it out. It’s super weird and wasteful but better than munting. I’ve been trying really hard to fully clean out my cupboard and not buy any non-essential groceries, and it’s been kinda eye-opening about my eating and spending habits. I’ve been eating roast vegetables for the last few days, and it’s been good. But it’s no....water fasting. Though I think I must be losing some weight. But it’s not as much as I want. I think I’ll keep it up for this week and then try fasting fasting again soon. But at least this way, I’m learning some healthy eating habits.

#personal #no buy #fasting #uni

[createdforthepurpose]

Pork

No one will agree with me saying that pork is not a good thing to eat. I understand when someone is feeling as if it's the only food that tastes good to them, I understand this piece of meat has been everything you loved since childhood.  You have to be kidding me when you say I'm in love with the other white meat. No way can you love something with high salt and calories. This is not true for a human to agree this meat is not harmful. Hello out there, the pork is killing people my friend.

Not many will track their intake of how this meat is creating death in the inside of their body. Not one person will ever notice this meat can cause you to stuffer with a lot of health issues. I hate to tell you my friend but lose the meat and learn what it’s doing to you. The other white meat, better known as pork, will attack you in our older years and of course you may not care but please don;t be a jerk about it. Learn this meat before it's too late.

Okay, I'm a little pushover about this pork thing but hey, I'm just trying my best to save your life. Look at it like this, I'm saving your family from putting you into an early grave.  Just listen to me as if I'm a guardian angel, trying to lean your life into a better one. I'm not your angel but I can give you great advice when it comes to your health.  Just think about it like this, your favorite outfit that you can;r wear anymore because you grew out of it, can become your best outfit because you stopped eating pork and end up losing weight because of it. 

I can keep going on and on and on about why pork is not your friend but, you probably just want to put a slab of pork ribs on the grill and call it a night. Let me stop you from doing this my friend and  tell you that the one slab of ribs has 1475 calories covered all over it. Yes, I said it, a bundle of fat dripped over top of fat. There is also 74g of fat connected to it as well so look at it like this, it can harm you soon.  So put the rib down, please.

Now, your reading this far allows me to know you care about your health. Which is the best thing you ever did for yourself was caring about your health. If you start changing what type of meat you're eating today, it will soon show results of healthy eating in your life. I'm not here to give you bad taste bugs but, I would like to inform you of the bad meat you're eating and maybe one day you will thank me for it. Just send me a letter or something advising how I changed your life. I'm funny, this was just a joke.

The other white meat better known as pork, was not created to eat for dinner. These animals were made for the farm lands only and im unsure why the farmers decided to eat their pet pig but they did,  The pig bathed in mud which is considered to be their own poop. How nasty is it to say you're eating an animal who likes to crap on itself then jump in it and play around in their poop. Not I said the pig with the big head, I will never clean myself in poop it says. Sorry but this pig is nothing to eat for breakfast, lunch or dinner.  

Think about it like this, we are the people don’t mean we the people will just eat whatever the people are making for us to eat. I know a lot of confusing words but, you understand my thoughts. Just put the port down and trade it in for some chicken or fish. Those two guys won't harm a fly and trust me they will not be around no flies unless they're on a farm. A pig on the other hand lives with flies and they don't mind them sitting around them chilling either. Trust me, the pork is best left for the flies to eat.

I hope no one's stomach is turning yet, but it will be soon. Did you know if bacon is left in the sun for an hour with a little cola on it that midgets will form on it with flies. It only takes about an hour in the sun for this to go into effect so just wonder how this meat is causing midgets on it in just one hour. Yes, I'm wondering about this and so should you.

[edzasks]

Hi. This might be come across as very personal you dont have to answer cuz its personal. i rememeber you once mentioning on this blog about weight loss i want to lose >:L idk how i can how do you deal with sugar cravings ???! when i try to diet i tried soup smoothies it doesnt work :/

I think I’m the worst person for advice cause I suck at giving advice, but I just want to say, whenever you want to lose weight, make sure you’re doing it in the mindset of slow, steady, simple and for your overall health. Not looks, or whatnot (that was one of my mistakes) I bet you look amazing anon, so don’t be hard on yourself.

Second important thing. Stop ✋ … Soup diets, smoothies. It’s all crap. Dump any books, or celeb advice, “influencers”, “fitness gurus” telling you to try and rave about fad diets. Those do incredible harm to you and are the reason for binging because you’re suppressing yourself from nutrients. Our bodies can take a short toll, but overtime fads aren’t realistic and you can’t anymore without damage.

As for how I lost. I kept it relatively simple. At the time I was in a bad mindset, I think I was 19? High School in the past put me in a bad unhealthy mindset, so I was gaining back then when normally I was very participating in anything sporty but what really made me not recognize myself was after the breakup of my friend group. I like to bottle my feelings to be honest, so I was in denial, suffering silently and that was eating me, being thrown under the bus by a not-so-nice person is pretty traumatic than I’d like to admit. After that my weight number just was creeping up, I wasn’t leaving my house, nobody heard from me for months. I was a hermit. It was bad. I was eating away my feelings.

I then winded up with some light bulb moment, and decided I want to change. Part of it was looking good, and “unbothered”, and second was because I did want to be healthy but the first part occupied my brain. Which isn’t a healthy way of thinking.

Now as for specific “how” I lost it. Simple. Walking. You really don’t need to go ham at the gym, or anything like that. Gym is no doubt great though, because it’s toning, and still aids in weight loss, (I loss too much muscle at one point lol) y’know. But I didn’t feel like going. Every day I just leashed up my dog, and went out in nature, and went walking. Consistent 20 minutes a day, to 1 hour, sometimes 2-3 hours, but for the most part it was ~1 hour+ walking a day and hitting x amount of steps. I loved it. Best way to clear your head.

Then I cut out carbs, I wasn’t touching desserts. I avoided rice, pastas, etc. (I don’t recommend this either cause you’ll go insane, it’s good to have a small amount and not deprive yourself and or punish yourself.) I only ate chicken, I stopped touching red meats (also don’t recommend, lol.) Since I was still in the heartbreak mindset too, there were days where I barely ate anything at all or just didn’t - which is also very unhealthy.

Now I’m more healthy about it now, so it’s walking > CICO / IF. Do all 3 (set macros, and hit right protein % and what your body needs) and you will lose.

As for how I got rid of sugar cravings. It naturally goes away when you eat healthier. When I really did “need” something sweet Diet Coke was my choice of “dessert” — THOUGH stay the fuck away from it cause it fucks your kidneys, and behold I have unresolved kidney issues, which set me back a lot. Now I just eat pudding with a healthy milk option. Lol.

If this is to long to read (to summarize):

* Love yourself. Do it for you, and overall health. Not superficial reasons or you’ll fall.

* Take your time, the turtle wins the race for a reason. Weight loss should not be rapid.

* Connect with nature … Which means go outside! Go walking! You don’t have to do complex cardio or overwhelm yourself with the gym… Until you ready.

* Don’t do fad diets (teas, smoothies, soups - it’s BS and toxic.) The only ones I standby is CICO and IF whatever works better for you. Set macros.

* Don’t lock yourself away from stuff you like. Moderation is key, if you want a goddamn chocolate cake, then eat that chocolate cake. Just a small portion.

Hope that helps … 🫵 You got this.

[becomingaskinnyfox]

05/12/2022 Thursday

Oof, fell off the wagon. I brought some skittles and m&ms in to work for a lab for the students, and just shoved them into my mouth all day. Feel like crap, and I ate too much for dinner too. I need to be back on track tomorrow. Go for a run or lift weights or something. I also need to pump myself up and review for the SOL with my students for the next week and a half. I’m going to be exhausted, but I need to make time for exercise and eating healthy. We have a wedding to film Saturday, it’s going to be a long one. Not looking forward to that 10 hour day… but oh well. Like I’ve said. Let’s focus on what I can control- myself. I can control my weight and my body by eating healthy and working out. So I need to remember that processed food is addictive as shit and I don’t need it in my body. I also think things that make me too full/bloated are bad, somehow it makes me want to over-eat. Cabbage, for example. But if I eat enough in small quantities, the bloating should get better. So maybe I will nix the cabbage except once a day, let myself get a little hungry. Control, control… need to stay in control. Stay away from foods that make me want to lose control!!

[villfaren]

my internal voice is very confusing

#PLAY GAMES #no not games #i am too sad #BUT I DONT CARE I HATE LIFE #i miss my friends #LETS NOT THINK ABOUT THAT #LETS EAT PIZZAAAA #but i do not really feel for eating #also i should eat something healthy i feel like crap #PIZZAAAAAA #i am sad #GAMESSSS #no games #NETFLIX THENNNN #have we nothing producti- #NO #NETFLIXXX AND CHILL #sad #pizzzzzzaaa

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC is Half Demon and They’re- Oh Crap They’re Barbatos’ Kid!

This is the second part of that one request I answered for Dia and Barb’s possible kids. Sorry this took so long! Writer’s block, y’know? Anyhoo~ enjoy, everyone!

This story didn’t start on the first day of the exchange program, it started five days before in Barbatos’ room at three in the morning with the poor butler waking up in a cold sweat.

Oh dear, it appeared the exchange program would be up in a bit of a tizzy. He had… a child? Oh my… Barbatos hoped the young master wouldn’t be too miffed about the student not being a totally normal human.

On the day of the exchange program, Barbatos insisted he had to be present for the event, he carefully pushed a cushioned sofa in the drop zone before opening the portal. The child fell right out of the sky and landed perfectly on the couch, they were already wearing a helmet and looked quite shocked by the cushioned fall.

Well, it was a big shock to the assembled crowd, but the child gave everyone a lopsided smile and removed their helmet.

“So, I assume I’m here for the exchange program?”

Dadbatos

Well, this child was incredibly… what was the word the kids were using? chill? They were quite chill considering the situation, and was surprisingly prepared for the sudden drop into hell.

“Oh, I had a dream that this was going to happen, and I dream about the future n’stuff. I thought I’d come prepared.” “Ah, that’s very sensible.”

Diavolo recovered quickly from his shock and was positively delighted to meet this little munchkin. He insisted that they had to stay with their dad.

MC was polite, if not a bit overly calm about a lot of things. They didn’t run off to start trouble, and they didn’t seem very impressed by the Devildom itself. It was sort of like this child had a very low maximum level of excitement. Barbatos was glad his child wasn’t some little hellraiser.

He was never a child himself, so he’s a bit clueless about what children actually enjoy. Here child, have a… have an old torture weapon. Don’t use it on anyone who doesn’t deserve it :)

(I’m kidding, Barbatos is too responsible to give one of his instruments of torture to a child. That’s for when they’re older.)

“MC,” Barbatos knocked on his child’s door. “Have you done your homework?”

MC answered the door with a grin on their face. “Yep, done this week’s and next week’s. I’m getting a head start on the potions project due next week.”

Barbatos almost breathed a small sigh of relief. Thank the stars his child was responsible, it already took a big chunk of his energy to make sure Diavolo didn’t get distracted from his paperwork. Though, his stress levels did rise a tad when he got a glimpse at the mess in MC’s room.

“Are you going to clean that?”

“Nah,” MC shrugged. “It’s whatever. I know where everything is and nothing’s a fall risk. See you at dinner, father.”

And with that, MC shut the door. Well… no child was perfect.

As much as MC’s lack of cleanliness bothers Barbatos, he knows his kid isn’t being maliciously lazy, just for the love of the Demon King please stop leaving cups on the coffee tables without a coaster!

Oh yeah, Luke has a big sib. Sorry- little sib, because Luke isn’t some chihuahua child, he’s a totally mature grown-up Angel.

Barbatos is the type of father who will let his child go off and have whatever kind of fun they want as long as they don’t slack on their important duties.

Barbs also has a goddamn torture dungeon so we here at Stupid Headcanons inc. do NOT recommend trying to eat MC. Doing so may result in you wishing you were dead.

Don’t fuck with the butler.

Lucifer

…out of literally everyone in the room, the last person Lucifer expected to have a secret scandal baby… had a scandal baby. Damn.

At least the human wouldn’t have to live with him and his brothers. The last thing Lucifer wanted was for Barbatos to be even more aware of the chaos that went down in that house every single day.

MC and Lucifer have a healthy level of respect for one another, but Lucifer just can’t shake the feeling that this kid is messing with him somehow.

Just, little things… MC offering him fruit and loudly assuring him that it was just blackberries and nothing poisonous, asking if the RAD uniform suits his tastes, proclaiming that the dirt was high quality-

SOMEONE TOLD MC ABOUT LUCIFER’S FIRST VISIT TO THE DEVILDOM!

MC wasn’t exactly visibly goading him, they said everything with an innocent smile on their face.

When MC starts getting nosy with the attic, he’s not terribly sure how to deal with it. He was going up against a child that could at least partially tell the future. After the first time Lucifer told them to scram, they never went back to the steps… at least not when Lucifer was there to guard it…

After everything goes down, Lucifer is glad that MC wasn’t hurt or anything. He’d come to like the child and it’d be awful to lose the only person who could get his more hyperactive brothers to calm down.

Mammon

Mammon wasn’t present for the meeting, but when he was informed later, the news was met with an eloquent: “the fuck? Huh, wild.”

He isn’t too interested in MC at first. At least until the little runt saved him from getting busted for skipping class. Mammon was just eating his lunch in the courtyard when MC passed by and calmly told him that if he skipped class he should not hang out in the west staircase because Lucifer was going to walk down those steps during third period.

At first Mammon tried to brush off the warning, but ended up listening to the kid anyway, and what do ya know! He didn’t get caught by Lucifer!

That’s when it clicked that MC could see the future, right? Right?! Ya know what Mammon could use that for?! Right?!

Gambling! Scams! Schemes! General shennaniganery!

MC wasn’t terribly enthused about the entire situation, so they may have messed with Mammon a little. Just a bit.

It’s not like Mammon ever listened when MC told him to cut his losses and leave the casino anyway 🙄

Leviathan

First reaction? Thank the anime gods that there wouldn’t be another normie living in the house with him…

Reaction upon hearing that the MC was Barb’s kid? Really? Barbatos? Wow… well, to be fair Levi totally understood why someone would be attracted to Barbatos, I mean, Levi’s watched plenty of anime involving butlers, but Barbatos actually having a living breathing child? Damn.

But still, Levi wasn’t going to hang out with some normie brat. He had better and nerdier things to devote his time to.

Whenever MC visited, Levi was up in his room. But once MC decided to poke their head in the door while Levi was in the middle of gamer raging.

They calmly sat Levi down and explained to him that he could be upset about whatever happened in his game, but lashing out wasn’t going to fix anything or make him better at the actual game.

…damn it… they were right.

Slowly but surely Levi and MC built up a friendship, and the brothers rejoiced at the lack of rage related Lotan summons.

Satan

Out of everything Satan could have possibly expected from the second exchange student, this was not one of them.

Satan began to wonder exactly how MC’s powers worked, he didn’t exactly have any concrete data to compare them to because Barbatos was so mysterious

Hm, how very interesting. Satan decided that it was up to him to satiate his own curiosity and began to study MC. To be honest, MC wasn’t being terribly interesting.

They were a pretty normal kid all things considered. MC went to class, made friends, did their work, very very normal. Well, except for the fact that they seemed to dodge practically every unfortunate thing that could have happened to them.

They’d stop at the perfect time to avoid something accidentally being spilled on them, they always had pencils ready, and they always seemed to know exactly when a teacher was coming… mad sus.

Satan eventually confronted MC about this, and they just shrugged and explained that they tend to dream about what was most likely to happen the next day and would adjust their actions accordingly.

It may have been anticlimactic, but MC did inform Satan that there would be a cat in the courtyard in fifteen minutes.

HE NEEDED TO GO!

Asmodeus

Asmo had genuinely been looking forward to the new exchange program, he was excited to have a new face around the house to shake things up! He loves his dear brothers but spending thousands of years with them makes their shenanigans become a bit… well, a bit boring.

But my oh my, the new face was being obscured by that tacky bicycle helmet… the new face looked an awful lot like Barbatos…

Once Asmo registered what was going on, he was positively enchanted with the little half human. They were just so cute! They looked like a baby Barbatos with those adorably chubby cheeks!

Oh Barbatos~ he just had to let Asmo babysit!

When Asmo managed to sweep MC away for a fun day with shifty uncle Solomon, he was reminded of all the shenanigans that he, Barbatos, and Solomon used to get up to.

*sigh, Barbie was always so busy… no time for a fun night of torture, chaos, and revelry

Anyhoodles~ MC was always such a relaxed little thing. They let Asmo vent whenever any awful tragedies occur, like when Asmo finds a sweater that isn’t in his size… *sniffle*

Beelzebub

A child of Barbatos? The best cook in the three realms Barbatos?! …hey kid want to hang out with cool uncle Beel?

Beel tried everything in his power to get MC to make him food. I mean, the genetic disposition for making good food has to have been passed down from father to child!

When MC finally made Beel food, he was ecstatic!

…Until the food touched Beel’s tongue and he realized it wasn’t good, it was just… okay. Average. Passable.

Aw man… but the kid looked so excited to have made something for Beel…

Beel really hammed up his reaction to make MC feel better. Beel was like “Wow. So good. Amazing.” “Thanks Beel.”

Very sweet child, they don’t mind being used in place as a dumbell.

Belphegor

Damn, and here Belphie was, thinking Barbatos has standards. Apparently not!

When MC went and walked up the attic steps, Belphie was almost bouncing on his toes in anticipation. This human had been a pain in the rear to call up, so he was excited to finally get a good look at them. And lo and behold, a half demon child of Lord Diavolo’s butler.

MC grinned and greeted Belphie first, using his name and asking why the Avatar of Sloth was stuck up in the attic of his own home when he was supposed to be in the human world. Belphie was flabbergasted and didn’t exactly know how to respond.

He came up with a new plan quickly. Belphie didn’t exactly know how this kid’s powers worked, so he’d continue with trying to trick them into opening the attic door. Allowing Belphie to end their miserable little life and thus ruining the exchange program.

The child continued to visit Belphie up in the attic, relaying the events of what was going on, and Belphie continued to play the part of prisoner. Until one day in particular…

MC appeared in front of the door, looking a tad more unkempt than normal, they weren’t smiling their usual carefree smile either. Their eyes bore holes into Belphegor’s skull as they flared at him.

“How long have you been planning on killing me?”

MC had seen the future where they died at Belphie’s hand, and they sure as hell were not going to let him out of the attic after that. Though, they did tell Belphie about Lilith’s true fate before they left, and assured Belphie they had no reason to lie to him about something he wasn’t directly involved in.

So, Belphie did get let out of the attic eventually, and even though MC smiled and welcomed him back all the same, there would always a barrier between the two. Broken trust wasn’t easy to mend, after all.

#I just like to think that the kid just carries weapons with them in their bag #But they never use the weapons for what they’re SUPPOSED to be used for #Like- MC: Oh yea this is meant for pulling out teeth but it’s big and heavy enough that I can just clobber someone with it #obey me #obey me! #obey me! shall we date? #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #Obey me Headcanons #Obey me! Headcanons #Obey me Barbatos #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor

[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

The Bet (Eddie Kingston x Reader)

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warning: cursing, mildly suggestive

Meh, I don't know if I am happy with this or not...I will have to re-work this I guess

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"Yo, Y/N, move that ass! We are already late!" Eddie yelled back at you while you were trying to pull your suitcase along with his two bags.

As soon as he had proposed the bet, you knew you should have said no. But he just knew how to push your buttons and get you to agree. And of course, he was able to eat more churros than you, but that was the whole point. He didn't want you to stand a chance, so an eating competition it had to be.

That is how you found yourself in the current position. You lost a bet against your good friend Eddie Kingston and now had to play his personal butler for a week. So far, you had washed his car twice, mowed his lawn, and cooked for him on five different occasions. Right now, you carried his bags to the venue.

Today was day three. Oh Lord, have mercy.

He let out another dirty laugh before slamming the back door in your face. Sometimes you wondered why you were friends.

"You may have won that bet, Edward, but if I were you, I wouldn't push my luck. In case you didn't noti-" right then, you tripped over one of the bags and harshly landed on the concrete floor while also banging your head on the wall. For a wrestler, you apparently had pretty bad reflexes.

"Holy crap, Y/N. Are you okay? That bump looked nasty." You opened your eyes to see Eddie hovering over you before he placed a hand on your cheek cupping your face. You were taken by surprise by his tender touch and soft look in his eyes. "Come on, let me help you up, shorty." He gently grabbed you by your elbow and helped you pull you to your feet. You were a little unstable, so he wrapped your arm around his neck before checking if your head was busted or bruised. "I'm fine, Eddie, thanks," you stated but your tumbling didn't help prove your point. Eddie was not having it. "Bullshit, Y/N. You're clearly hurt. Come on, let me help ya." With these words he lifted you up bridal style which made you drop the last bag you'd been holding on to. You squeeled a bit and couldn't supress the giggle that left your mouth. You loved Eddie's soft side, but he rarely let it show when you were around. With you, it was mostly fun and games, shits and giggles. Like you were one of the guys. But this right now felt different, and it left your stomach in a knot. You probably shouldn't feel that way, not with Eddie.

As you internally debated with yourself, your body had already made its own decision: it liked what was happening right now, and your head rested comfortably against his shoulder. Maybe the throbbing pain in your head was all worth it...

"Yeah, she hit her head pretty bad. Do you think she has a concussion?" You heard your friend ask someone. You opened your eyes and realized you were in the medical room, and Doc Sampson was standing next to Eddie. His face was serious, it almost look like he was in pain. You must have passed out on the way here, you concluded. Eager to hear what was said, you pretended to be knocked out for a few more seconds.

"She has a light concussion, yes. It's better for her to not wrestle the next week. But she will be fine, Eddie. No need to panic, she's tough, you know that." The doctor said as he lightly padded his back.

"Ya, but you know, I just can't stand seeing her hurt. I know I'm a pain in the ass to her most of the time, but I just want her to be fine. Healthy and happy."

You felt your lips curve into a small smile and decided it was time to 'wake up'.

"Eddie?" You asked groggily.

"I'm here, shorty."

"Can you come a little closer? I don't feel like getting up just yet."

You felt him move closer to the stretcher you were on, but not close enough.

"Closer." You whispered.

As he leaned down to your, faces only inches apart, you looked straight into his eyes. "You're really cute when you're worried about me."

"For fuck's sake, Y/N. I thought you had something important to say!"

"Oh, Edward. Actually, I do have something important to say." You brought your hand to his face, running your fingers over his beard. "I want you to be healthy and happy, too." Your fingers were now trailing over his lips, you were mezmerized with his face at that moment.

And before you knew it, Eddie pressed his lips against yours, finally giving in to what he wanted for the last few months. It was a short kiss, but it felt perfect to you. As you slowly lifted yourself from the stretcher, Eddie put his arms around your back and smiled at you which you returned.

Then you remembered the bet. "Eddie, for all that's holy to you, please don't make me do shitty stuff for the rest of the week."

"Don't worry, shorty, I can think of better things for you to do now." He laughed , suggestively wiggling his eyebrows while you were playfully rolling your eyes at him. Of course, you've already come up with ideas yourself...

#aew #aew imagine #all elite wrestling imagine #Eddie Kingston x Reader #eddie Kingston imagine #eddie kingston fanfic

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How to Unfuck Your Body in a Few Days (Advice from a Mentally ill Adult)

Mental illness takes a toll on your body, there’s no denying it. There’s also no denying that some of the damage done to your body by prolonged mental health issues is irreversible, and most takes months or even years to reverse and repair. 

So when I say ‘how to unfuck your body in a few days’, what I mean is ‘how to make your body feel better and give it a chance to even start healing in a few days’.... but that’s not half as catchy. So, full disclosure here - there is no easy path out of a deep dark hole. If your mental health problems have caused you to gain or lose huge amounts of weight, reversing this will take time, if your mental health problems have caused your teeth serious damage there may be no way to reverse it. 

But what we can do is make your body feel a little more like home again, soothe some aches and pains, and prevent more damage. Here’s my advice. 

So, You’ve Stopped Caring for Your Body - Daily Tasks to Begin Healing

We’ve all been there, my friend, and its a shitty place to be. In this place, here, right now, however, there’s no judgement. If you’re reading this, its because you’re getting ready to start showing yourself some care again, or maybe because you’ve reached the end of your tether and you don’t know what else to do. 

If you feel that lost, taking a little better care of your meat prison isn’t the worst idea in the world. Remember, no matter how at odds you are with your mind, your body is your friend and they deserve praise, not punishment. There are two main steps that you need to think about here: medical care and basic care.

If you’ve been ill for a long time, there’s a chance that your body isn’t as healthy as it should be. Take a deep breath, survey the damage. Long-term, chronic depression can lead to issues like gingivitis (that’s gum disease to those with limited exposure to affordable medical and dental care), bed sores, infections of the scalp and skin, hair loss, and even things like IBS. 

Most of the more serious things will require medical care, but if you can’t afford it here are some basic tips that might help. 

1. Clean Sores and Wounds

Wash your hands and nails thoroughly and then clean any areas with open sores or wounds on your body. If you don’t have antibacterial washes or creams, boil some water and add salt so that roughly a quarter of the volume is salt. If that’s too complex, boil a mug of water and put two heaping teaspoons in it (that’s not what’s recommended, but its what I do and I find it effective). 

Any open wounds and sores should be kept clean - cover them when you’re outside or if it is likely to come into contact with fabric and surfaces that could introduce infection, but letting it dry a little in the air can be a good idea. If you have serious concerns about a wound, seek medical advice. 

2. Wash Your Body and Hair (Do This Every Second or Third Day at Least)

A good shower or bath will be better for your nerves and mind, but if you really can’t face it get a clean wash cloth and wash your face, neck, underarms, groin, and feet at the very least. Once you’re done give any undamaged skin a vigorous rub with a clean, dry towel to soak up some grease and dislodge dirt and dead skin. 

Likewise with your hair - if you can’t quite bring yourself to undertake a full shampoo and condition at least massage your scalp with warm water and brush it through your hair before scrunching with a towel. Once again, a full wash in a shower or bath would be best, but anything worth doing is worth starting - do your best. 

3. Brush Your Teeth

Gently, with warm water and toothpaste. Take your time, brush your tongue too, and try not to upset your gums if they are already inflamed. If you don’t have mouthwash, gargle with salt water. 

4. Moisturize

This isn’t frivolous - your skin and hair need oils to protect them. A plain, unscented moisturizer, or even a light oil like coconut oil (which can go on hair and skin) will do. This might feel and look greasy at first, but we’re talking about healing your body and hair, not making them photoshoot ready. 

Let them soak in and put on clean, loose clothes that let your body breath. Take a deep breath. 

5. Drink Some Water, Eat Something Fresh

Yes, fresh food isn’t always accessible, but when you’re pulling yourself out of a rut its worth the effort to find some fresh fruit that you enjoy. Hell even a bowl of oatmeal or porridge and a glass of milk will do. Your body is probably crying out for vitamins and minerals, and whether you realize it or not, processed food can make you feel like crap. 

In short, find the least processed, most accessible meal you can and have it with some water. Whether thats a fresh cooked dinner or a few apples and a handful of cheese, just leave the pop tarts and takeout food alone. 

6. Kill Your Pain, Get a Nap

I know you feel like all you’ve done is sleep (unless you’re an unlucky insomniac), but Depressed Sleep is not Good Sleep. Take a few painkillers if you need them and rest for an hour or two every day until you start to recover. Even if you can’t sleep, rest. Go easy on your body - give it peace and comfort. 

If you do this, you should notice that your body begins to health and recover over the next week or so. If it doesn’t, you may need to seek medical care. Serious infections or medical fatigue really aren’t the kind of thing you should treat alone. 

Most of all, remember that your body needs time to heal - it took time to deteriorate, after all. Your mental health won’t suddenly become impeccable because your meat shell is well moisturized, clean, and fed, of course, but having one that’s basically as happy as you can feasibly make it will certainly remove some burdens from your mind. 

#mental illness #mental health