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mrskurono · 3 years

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REPOST FROM MY NON WRITING BLOG title: breakdown of break through || Kageyama Tobio x fem!Reader a/n: again, a repost from my real old blog I just got tired of going back onto it to find this when I wanna comfort binge it. So I’m just posting it here for easy access for myself word count: 3k tags: fluff, friends to lovers ish trope, timeskip!Kageyama, adults enjoying two (2) beers with a meal, unedited character(s): Kageyama Tobio (hq) synopsis: Tobio arranged for you to come pick him up when he came back for a visit. His plane was early. You were on time. Suddenly you’re eating a meal with his family like your back in high school all over again. This time though he finds the words he couldn’t before.

Through break down or black out that name lit up on your phone like none other.

Tobio.

Now though you were getting a slough of texts. Phone humming in your hand. Giving you no time to look at the messages and look for the black haired man in the crowded airport. Once more you glanced up at the gate number knowing it was the right one he told you. Where was he then?

Fed up finally you skip past all the texts just to call him. Only a single ring on the other end and you spoke before he had a chance, "Where are you?"

"What?"

"Where are you?" You repeat into the phone a little sharper than intended, "I'm at the gate I thought you were going to get off?"

"I'm already off, I'm at my place I thought-"

"Oh my god when did you land then?!" Huffing you were about to hang up and find the incriminating texts that said when his flight got in. Of course you didn't because Tobio stopped you.

"I told you when I left things were early so I'd be landing about two hours before and we didn't have a layover." Tobio's voice pauses on the other end as you groan loudly into the phone speaker to let him know how displeased you were. "Wait, where are you?"

"I'm at the terminal you idiot!" With little care for anyone looking at you like the mad woman screaming into your phone that you were, "Where are you already?!"

"My place I told you! Are you going to come over or not?!"

"W-What?" You stop a second like you didn't hear him, "What?"

"I said are you coming over? I thought we were going to hang out."

Not what was agreed on. In fact you intended to pick him up and the idea of hang out was maybe you'd grab a bite to eat then that be it. You hadn't seen one another in, oh well, it had to be two almost three years now. Sure you texted each other almost every day. With regular facetime happening weekly. The idea of seeing each other face to face though. It left your stomach tight and a bundle of nerves a little less than understandable. He was a big shot volleyball player now. Being friends with a celebrity felt weirder to you than you cared to admit. You thought if maybe just a lunch and then he could go see the guys things would be alright. Instead now he was asking you to come hang out at his place all of a sudden.

"What?" You echo yourself for a third time like he asked.

"I told you to come over! I thought that's what we were gonna do!"

You swallow the lump in your throat as you grip your phone tighter, "Wait- What about the others and Shoyo I just thought-"

"Just come over already."

Undeniable click on the other end when he hung up. No second to dispute it in the moment. You wanted to hang out. You really did. But something ate you. Nerves. Maybe this was a bad idea. What you had going was perfect and seeing each other for the first time in years seemed like you were going to ruin something. Unsure what there was to ruin. You two were friends. This white knuckled grip on your phone seemed silly. But why wasn't it going away?

Shaking the nerves out like you could simply whisk them away. You pocketed your phone ready to still yell at him for mixing up such a simple schedule and making you go to the airport like an idiot.

Last time you recalled being at Tobio's place was for a going away party. Of course his own because his mother threw it and all of the volleyball team and tagalongs were included. It was fun last time, with everyone that is. Yachi and Kiyoko to be with, you really enjoyed yourself the last time you were here. But now you wondered if you could have just as much fun without all your friends around to buffer you.

One might mock the twenty something year old for keeping his stuff at home. Repeatedly Tobio asked why would he move when most his time was spent in Germany. He came home to see family and friends anyways. Keeping his things there only made more sense.

Finding yourself wrapping your knuckles on the Kageyama's door after you finally made it to where he was and not the airport. It took but one wrap to be greeted by the setter in a heartbeat.

"Tobio!" Your eyes widen, having to actually tip your head back to look at him. Was he this tall last time you saw him, "Your- Where is-"

"My mom's out with my sister. You missed that cry fest already," His blue eyes roll to the back of his head only for a second. Followed by a cheeky smile. An actual smile crossing his lips as he looks down at you for a moment. Perhaps realizing he really was looking down at you, "It's uh..."

"Been a while?" You feel the tips of your ears getting warm.

This was stupid. Utterly insane.

You saw him almost every week on the screen of your phone. Why was this so much different? Why couldn't there be someone else here to buffer this for you.

"Two and a half years since you came and saw me in Germany," Tobio palmed the back of his head with that crooked smile on his face wearing a hole in your heart.

You look him up and down, still in athletic gear like it was all he owned. Actually that was probably true. He was shit at figuring what to wear so Tobio just opted for brand loyalty of anyone who gave him free stuff. Those athletic shorts a testament to that fact considering you at least tried to wear something nice and clean to pick him up at the airport he decided to leave from.

"What the hell is with you not telling me you left early!?" Snapped back to the indignance you felt at the airport and the drive over, you cross your arms with a peeved look.

"That's not true!" He dug into his pocket for his phone. Quick to shove it in your face of your text conversation last night. Tobio pointing out the text he explained poorly as an early flight. You couldn't focus in the seconds following when the fresh scent of his familiar deodorant hit you.

It'd been so long. You'd forgotten how much you loved the way he smelled even when you were in school together. To think it still made your chest as tight as it did back when you were teenagers. Almost enough to make you not notice your name in his phone.

There, tacked onto the end your name was a heart. A double take in order. That was until Tobio realized you weren't looking at his text. And right away he yanked his phone away from your view. Cheeks dusted with red as he fidgeted and tried to push his hair back off his face to no avail. Absorbed too much in his phone you hadn't realized his hair was wet as well. Explaining why you could smell his familiar deodorant so easily. He'd obviously taken a shower.

"You took a shower like I haven't seen drenched in sweat?" You break the forming ice between the two of you in an attempt to not let it get any worse. Even if your ears feel as hot as the sun. Your attempt seems to ease something between the two of you and Tobio let a bit of a smile soften on his features.

"You gonna stand out there like an idiot?" He looked at you point blank.

"You gonna ask me to come in like a decent host?" You shoot back.

Maybe you didn't need the buffer of everyone else to hang out with your friend.

Explaining his mom and sister had gone to go get things for dinner as well as pick his grandma up. The offer to stay for a home cooked meal was extended to you quickly. Apprehensive to accept seeing as things were going well now but maybe not so much later. You didn't want to overstay your welcome. Tobio really wasn't going to take no for an answer. Even repeating that dinner was going to be served and it was one of your favorite concoctions Mrs. Kageyama made. Unsure of the last time you had a home cooked meal like that. You begrudgingly accept because your stomach really did speak up for you.

First met with the fear of how long you and Tobio might be alone together. It thankfully wasn't enough time for you to stick your foot in your mouth. Both his sister and mom showed up with grandma Kageyama in tow. All three women more than excited to see you since it'd been a few months since you stopped by. Tobio's mom showering you in affection as her 'good' child seeing as you came to visit far more than her son. A cranky Tobio argued that he lived all the way in Germany there was just no 'coming over' to visit. He hardly won that argument.

Much like the times in high school when you came over. Mrs. Kageyama asked if you would help with dinner. Extending an extra set of hands to meal prep meant you did find a bit of a buffer from being left alone with Tobio for too long. Ironically though instead of spending his time on his phone or something capturing his attention on the tv. Tobio was in the kitchen with the rest of the family helping with what little prep there was to spare between the four of you.

He really was shit at cooking but it was cute to watch the world renowned setter get scolded by his mom even at this age. Each time you giggled he'd shoot you a glare that only lasted a few seconds. Unable to hold it as his cheeks would gain a dusting of pink and he'd just huff and go back to doing it better like his mom told him to.

This felt good. This felt like home. It had been a while since you felt like this.

"And dinner is done!" Mrs. Kageyama was happy to announce the mini feast. More than you ever thought was needed for a dinner. You suspected maybe her son being home had something to do with it. Though with how much she made you expected some more visitors. That was dashed though when you realized he still ate like a horse. Snickering you won't deny Mrs. Kageyama knew what she was doing in the kitchen. Everything you eat feels like a warm hug. And that wasn't just the beer you had with dinner speaking for you. This really felt amazing.

"Hey," Tobio stood above you once he'd clear the table after his mom and sister said they'd be back after dropping grandma Kageyama off, "You want another?"

A second you realize he's looking down at the empty beer in front of you, "Um-"

"I was gonna have another anyways," Tobio gives you an answer before you can have a chance.

Matching cans he brings you one but mentions he's going to go sit outside for a bit. Wondering if you'd like to come with. Stuffed with dinner you were pretty sure you could move if you forced yourself to. So you find yourself trailing him to the back patio ever so familiar to you.

Outside looks so much different than you remember. No more volleyball net. The sets of poles gone. No random volleyballs left out or scattered everywhere. You'd seen this yard a million times since graduation but for some reason it felt weird sitting out there with the volleyball fanatic himself and not a single volleyball in his grasp.

The crack of his beer reminds you of the one in your grasp. Following suit you open your own and take a sip before setting it on the table next to his. Alone together but you could do this.

"...how long you planning on staying?" Out of everything, he hadn't told you how long his little vacation was going to last this time.

"I don't know." A very unlike him answer. You turned to him just to see Tobio looking out at the yard in front of the both of you with a glazed over look.

"What about the team? Did everyone come back with you too?" Figuring everyone was on break then, Kōrai, Wakatoshi and Fukurō must have come back to visit family too since they weren't a bother in the last video call you had together.

"I don't know." Again with the vacant look. Tobio was earning a scowl from you now. He only had a single beer with dinner too so he had no excuse to be this spacy. Seconds away from getting the grumpy side of you, he turns to meet your gaze, "I took a little bit of time off."

Wow.

There hadn't been anytime off since graduations. Not any on purpose that was. Tobio had been moving forward to make sure he wasn't left behind just like the others did after graduating. Getting to where he was now was no easy feat. For him to take a break was utterly concerning.

"Did something happened? With the guys? The Schweiden team are-"

"No, it was my choice." Tobio looked at you then down to your pair of drinks, "I had something bothering me."

"Alright you know what-" Huffing you square up with him across the patio table, "What the hell? First you don't tell me when you're getting here. Then you get here hours early and don't tell me. Your mom made you re-chop the garlic twice and you didn't say anything. And you haven't mentioned harassing Shoyo over the phone one time. What's up with you?"

Blue eyes staring at you from across the table. Much like the way he stared at you the day he told you he'd be going to Germany. Unlike then the stomach lurking feeling you got from that day didn't measure up to now. Tobio's fixed expression unreadable on his familiar yet so different face. You were looking at your friend but someone entirely new in front of you all at once.

Between the time you waited for an explanation and when he moved forward. Time sped up. His lips against yours before you knew it. In a moment so fleeting that you weren't able to do anything but stare at him when he came back into your full line of sight.

The way you didn't say anything sent him into the first real glimpse of an old fumbling fool, "Oh god no! I- That wasn't- Shit wait y/n no I-"

"You-" the word bubbled in your throat all at once, "-kissed me."

His blue eyes grew huge and the setter looked down at the lips of your hardly touched beer can, "I- Wait listen ok I-"

"Again."

"What?"

"Kiss me again."

Tobio's eyes darted up from the cans. You were looking at him. The same way you did across the gym all those years ago. With such a conviction that his skin tingled with lively vibrance nothing in the world compared to. He could feel his hairs stand on end like they were saluting you. And he bit his lip once nervously expecting you to back down. When you didn't though. He knew he had to.

Slowed down from before. To take a moment to savor everything about it lost in the urgency of the first one. Tobio's lips met yours like they were old friends. Kiss as tender as you imagined. It wasn't until your hands were up cupping his face. And his fingertips grazed the skin of your cheek as he did the same. Did you really make the realization of the knot of nerves in your stomach loosening all at once.

"...I came back to see you." Tobio confessed against your lips. He found his words even though he reluctantly didn't want the kiss to end, "I couldn't focus and- I wasn't doing great at practice- Things were off I just couldn't-"

"We talk every day," You give that out like it's the same. You're a liar if anything. None of it was the same and none of it would be the same now they you had the buzz of his lips against yours, "I don't understand- We just-"

"I think I love you-" Tobio blurted.

No going back now.

Cheeks as red as the day you first kissed his knuckles after nationals. Tobio could only blink a few dozen times as it was hard enough to think of the right words when he was focused. Now his mind was leaving him at a million miles an hour and everything he'd rehearsed was for nothing in this very moment. All Tobio could think of was the hum of your lips against his. Comparing it to how he always imagined it would feel. And realizing now, it was so much better than that.

He swore he could see his reflection in your eyes. Quickly Tobio tried to recoup the plan he had made on the plane ride, "I just- Hold on ok- It's just- Ever since we were kids- I guess a long time- And being in Germany- It feels weird away- I love it but it doesn't feel completely right- I came back to see you and- I didn't mean it exactly like-"

"I love you too." The words swelled in your chest like a school girl. Here you were in your twenties confessing like a fool. Somehow it felt better than keep it all in these years. You find more to go along with just blurting that out like he did, "I mean- I think I've known for a while- A long while. This feeling, I don't know a lot of things I guess since I don't travel the world like you. Even when you were so far away I couldn't shake this-"

All over again and for only the third time in a lifetime. Tobio leaned in and kissed you. Practice making perfect with him like always. This time his hands found yours to squeeze them tight. Fingers wrapping around your palms with the warm of them taking over your hands.

Tobio was slow. He waited an entire plan ride plus almost a decade to do this. Through break downs or break throughs, your lips lit up more in him than anything your name in his contacts could ever do.

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drlaurynlax · 5 years

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39 Awesome Foods with Digestive Enzymes to Boost Your Gut Health

Bloating, constipation, skin breakouts or allergies gotcha down? It could be due to lack of natural digestive enzymes.

Your gut is home not only to tons of bacteria (about 100 trillion to be exact—10 times more bacteria than cells in your body), but also home to thousands upon thousands of enzymes (you have approximately 1300 digestive and metabolic enzymes in one human cell alone).

What do digestive enzymes do?

Digestive enzymes help break your food down into nutrients so that your body can absorb them. Different enzymes are found throughout the digestive system—from the saliva in your mouth, to your stomach and pancreas.

The Natural Digestive Enzymes

Enzymes are classified into 3 main types:

Protein specific (protease): Like pepsin, trypsin, chymotrypsin, bromelain, papain

Carbohydrate specific (amylase): Including lactase (for milk), sucrase (complex starches), maltase

Fat specific (lipase)

In addition, there are tons of other components that act like enzymes for nutrient absorption and/or help activate enzymes in the body, such as: Betaine HCL (increases stomach acid), bile (helps further break down fat), fructooligosaccharides and other pre-biotic sugars (help support the growth of friendly intestinal microbes, also inhibits the growth of harmful species).

How are digestive enzymes different from gut bacteria?

Food has to be broken down from things like chicken and spinach into its nutrient pieces: amino acids (from proteins), fatty acids and cholesterol (from fats), and glucose or sugars (from carbohydrates), as well as vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants. This is the role of digestive enzymes.

Gut bacteria also assist in the digestion of our food, but unlike enzymes that specifically play a role in breaking down food into nutrients, your gut bacteria determine how those enzymes work and how your nutrients are used in the body. Gut bacteria also dictate all the metabolic processes of digestion, elimination, immunity, inflammation and detoxification.

What happens if we don’t have enough digestive enzymes?

You can’t break your food down as well and you don’t absorb your nutrients. Without sufficient amounts of digestive enzymes.

How do digestive enzyme deficiencies happen?

A number of triggers may cause digestive enzyme deficiencies such as:

Gut infections (bacterial overgrowth, parasites, etc.)

Chronic stress (without relief, mentally or physically)

Lack of sleep

Lack of water

Poor quality diet and foods

Nutrient deficiencies (eating the same things every day)

Lack of fermentable fibers (fermented foods) and prebiotic foods

Food allergies

Leaky gut

Aging

Autoimmune disease

Low stomach acid

Eating on the go

Not chewing your food enough

Toxic exposure (beauty, cleaning, hygiene, food supplies)

Antibiotic or long term medication use

Poor food hygiene (eating older food, not cleaning your hands properly)

Eating out often (industrial seed oils)

How do I know if I don’t have enough digestive enzymes?

Signs and symptoms are the best measure of your digestive function. However, sometimes you don’t realize how poor your digestion is because low enzyme function or unhealthy bacteria have been part of your health journey for a long time. Nevertheless, common signs of enzyme deficiency include:

Bloating after meals

Constipation

Skin breakouts

Allergies

Low immunity

Abdominal cramps/pain

GERD or heartburn

Needing laxatives, Gas-X or Tums often

IBS

Thyroid dysfunction

Hormone dysfunction

Autoimmune disease

What can I do to restore my digestive enzymes?

You don’t have to be stuck with low digestive enzyme function or other gut issues forever. Here are 6 simple steps you can take now include:

1. Drink Water.

Ensure you are drinking half your bodyweight in ounces of water each day. Add lemon to boost your intake.

2. Get Your Beauty Sleep.

Our gut lining repairs as we sleep—aim for 7-9 hours each night.

3. Ditch Stress.

Chronic stress wreaks havoc on our gut repair and healthy digestive function. Our gut desires to be in “parasympathetic mode’ (rest and digest) for optimal function. Stress goes far beyond mental—it includes circadian rhythm dysfunction (staying up too late; eating at off times; shift work); over screen exposure; sedentary lifestyles; overtraining or under-training; nutrient deficiencies—just to name a few things.

4. Boost Stomach Acid.

Low stomach acid is a top driver of gut dysfunction. Stomach acid is essential for helping break food down from the start so your enzymes can go to work—but don’t have to work on over drive (if you don’t have enough stomach acid, your enzymes have ALOT more work to do). Boost stomach acid by adding 1 tbsp. of apple cider vinegar to water with meals, and/or consider HCL supplementation (a supplement of hydrochloric acid with pepsin + Betaine mimics the stomach acid found naturally in your gut).

If currently taking a PPI drug, NSAIDs or pregnant, HCL is not advised until these are not the case; consult with your doctor or a practitioner about transitioning to a more natural version of stomach acid support.

5. Supplement Smart.

Take a daily soil based probiotic, prebiotic and digestive enzyme supplements to boost your natural production. These are like the “multivitamins” of supplements—the only essentials you need to absorb your nutrients and other supplements (if you take any) in the first place. Over time, you may find you can ween off digestive enzymes, but to start, taking 1-2 capsules with meals will make a tremendous amount of difference—given you go with a quality brand.

How do I know what digestive enzymes to buy?!

Buying cheap supplements is typically always a waste of money—you’ll almost never going to get the benefits you’re looking for. Look for brands that have multiple strains of enzymes (not just one), along with numbers of how many strains are in each one (you don’t just want a generic “proprietary blend”), and a fair price.

No, you don’t have to spend hundreds of dollars on digestive enzymes, but that $10-$20 bottle at Whole Foods or Costco probably won’t cut it either. A few of my faves from reputable, pharmaceutical grade companies include:

Transformation Enzymes: Digest, CarboG (if you eat starches or fruits often) Designs for Health: Digestzymes Biotics: Intezeyme Forte

Experiment for yourself. You will feel the difference when you find the right enzyme for you.

6. Eat Foods with Natural Digestive Enzymes

Let food be thy medicine. Here are the top natural sources of digestive enzymes you can find in foods. Opt for 1-2 servings of digestive enzyme support foods daily:

Avocado

Sauerkraut

Kefir

Kimchi

Grass-fed Yogurt or Coconut Yogurt

Coconut Aminos

Green-Tipped Bananas

Pickled Cucumbers

Papaya

Mangos

Raw Honey

Pineapple

Figs

Kiwi

Grapes

Onions

Garlic

Ginger

Coconut Oil

Bee Pollen

Cucumber

Cantaloupe

Other digestion-boosting foods that stimulate digestive enzymes include:

Apple Cider Vinegar

Bone Broth

Lemon & Lime

Steamed Beets

Artichokes

Dark Leafy Greens

Cruciferous Veggies: Broccoli, Cauliflower, Brussels sprouts (if not sensitive)

Prebiotic Foods: Cooked & Cooled Potatoes, Green Plantains, Onion

Organic Organ Meats

Chia Seeds

Grass-fed Ghee

Wild Caught Fatty Fish & Extra Virgin Cod Liver Oil

Oregano

Garlic

Turmeric

Cilantro

Fennel

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tsundere-mitsuhide · 6 years

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A New Meaning to ‘Kitten’

This was inspired by DeathByOtome’s one-shot about MC turning into a cat. Read the original work here. Also posted to AO3 here. Posted under the cut to save your dash. Please do not repost, reblogs only.

People used to say his heart was made of ice. That wasn't true, of course; his heartbeat was normally pretty steady. But she had a way of making his heart do unusual things.

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He walked into the room and sat down amongst his fellow warlords. There was a banquet and everyone was gathered together in Azuchi Castle.

"It's a shame the Princess can't be here with us tonight", someone said, probably Hideyoshi. He didn't bother to look. His heartbeat quickened for half a second.

"I heard she is unwell. Is that true Mitsuhide?", Mitsunari asked innocently. "Since she lives with you now, you are the best person to appraise us of her condition."

His coy mask in place, Mitsuhide responded with a smirk. "It is true she is unwell, but it is nothing for any of you to worry about. It is just a little cold. She wanted to come tonight anyway," --his heart skipped a beat-- "but I ordered her to stay home and rest. She should be over it soon."

Ieyasu huffed from his spot across the room.

Masamune noticed that Mitsuhide was being unusually cautious tonight; all his movements were slow and deliberate. Masamune cocked a questioning eyebrow at him. Mitsuhide gave him a soft grin in return that only lasted half a second. Masamune knew something was going on. Thump-thump.

The banquet continued as normal, conversation flowing as freely as the food.

It was towards the end of the banquet, and Mitsuhide had excused himself from the room right before the drinking began. It was unusual, for someone whose diet consisted mostly of sake, for him to leave early. Masamune, being an extreme lightweight, had left the room after the first round (he had insisted on only drinking water). He wandered aimlessly around the castle for a bit, until he saw something unexpected coming out of the kitchens: Mitsuhide. Masamune stopped in the hallway and Mitsuhide shot him a look that said: "follow me if you insist". Sounds from the banquet floated down the hallway, as everyone by now had several pours of sake so they were all getting a little loud.

Mitsuhide walked into what used to be the Princess's old room, leaving the door open for Masamune to follow. The room was dimly lit, candlelight dancing long, dark shadows across the walls. Masamune shut the door quietly behind him as Mitsuhide placed a small tray of food on the floor next to the candles. Mitsuhide's heart fluttered a little bit as he sat down next to the tray of food.

Masamune was confused; hadn't Mitsuhide just ate at the banquet? Why did he have a bowl of salmon in front of him? Mitsuhide couldn't taste the food, so salmon was a very specific choice. And one Masamune was a little baffled by.

"Sit down and I will explain it", came Mitsuhide's voice, low and soft. Masamune complied and sat down next to him. Mitsuhide's heart skipped in anticipation as he opened his kimono to reveal a small sleeping cat cradled against his chest. Slipping an arm underneath it, Mitsuhide stroked the cat's cheek very gently and nearly whispered to it: "Come on love, it's time to wake up. You need to eat."

Masamune nearly fell over from shock.

The cat sleepily nuzzled its head into Mitsuhide's chest but refused to actually do what had been asked of her. His heart skipped a beat as Mitsuhide let out a low chuckle and lightly scratched the cat's chin, causing her to wiggle a bit. "I know you don't want to get up yet, but Princess, you need to eat. Then you can go back to sleep again. I promise."

As if reluctantly, the cat began to purr. It made his heart sing to hear. Placing two paws on his chest, she rubbed her little cat body against him as she stretched awake. "Good girl."

He knew she could feel what she did to his heart when she was tucked this close to him, and that knowledge soothed him. It only beat for her, anyway.

Eye wide, Masamune continued to watch the strange scene playing out before him.

Placing the tiniest of kisses on that cat's head, Mitsuhide tenderly wrapped his arms around her and placed her in his lap. One hand absently petting her head, he used the other hand to break up the chunk of salmon with the chopsticks. It was endearing and adorable to witness.

Masamune let out a soft chuckle. "'What was that about it being 'just a cold'?" His eye showed amusement. "So the lass is a cat now? It gives new meaning to the name 'kitten'." A smirk spread across his face. "I shall enjoy teasing her about it."

If looks could kill, the look she shot Masamune would have sent him straight to hell. It only made him laugh harder.

Mitsuhide looked down at her and snickered, scratching her chin again. He picked up a piece of the salmon and offered it to her; she ate it carefully off the chopsticks. While he fed her, he explained, "It's not 'just a cold', no. When she gets too exhausted, the Princess turns into a cat. It's some kind of spell, or at least that is the closest description to it I've been able to find. When she rests enough, she will return to being a human."

Mitsuhide looked up at Masamune and saw the questions still in his eye. "Yes, this has happened before. This is what we have been able to figure out so far. It usually doesn't last so long though. It's been two days already."

She pushed her head into his hand at that moment as if to say "stop worrying, it will be ok." He understood and his golden gaze softened as he gave her a small but loving smile. It takes a lot more willpower than he is willing to admit for him not to scoop her up and cuddle her close to him again. It would have stilled the unsteady pounding of his heart to have her whole tiny body pressed against him. Sometimes he hated how much he needed to touch her. Instead, he settled for scratching her ears.

Mitsuhide looked back at Masamune and added, "she has been asleep for most of the day though, so maybe by tomorrow everything will be back to normal".

Mitsuhide's attention shifted back to the cat in his lap as she stretched again, getting sleepy after her meal. She placed her front paws on his stomach and meowed up at him. At that, he finally scooped her up in his arms and snuggled her back up against his chest. He fought the urge to let out a contented sigh, and instead, just let her listen to the insistent thrumming beneath her.

Masamune looked at the two of them, clearly happy in each other's arms, and said, "I should go now."

Mitsuhide put a hand on his shoulder to stop him, slowly standing up himself. "No, it's ok... I need to take her home now anyway." He tucked her into his kimono once more and strode towards the door. "You should go and check on everyone; make sure the rest of them haven't gotten into too much trouble." He had reached the door by now, and he looked over his shoulder as he opened it. "Of course, you know to tell no one what we have talked about this evening. Oh, and Masamune, bring that tray back to the kitchens for me if you please." His citrine eyes glowing in the darkness, Mitsuhide slipped from the room.

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Back in his manor, Mitsuhide entered his room and approached the futon. He slid his arms out of his kimono, letting the rest of it drape down around his waist. He climbed quickly into the futon and pulled the covers up high to keep her warm. He wrapped his arms securely around her, keeping her tight to his chest. "I love you, no matter what form you take." He leaned his head down to whisper into her ear, before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. And with that, he let himself be pulled into sleep.

The next morning, he awoke to something heavy on top of him. He ran his fingers through her long hair and thought about how the world, in this moment was absolutely perfect.

#i wrote a thing #my first fanfic #ikesen fanfic #ikemen sengoku fanfiction #mitsuhidexmc #akechi mitsuhide #ikesen #ikesen mitsuhide #also masamune #across time and space: a collection of au shorts #cat au #taz writes

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rogue-snorunt · 6 years

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Why I made a ko-fi

I got an anon who said that if I'm going to ask the public for money, than I need to explain why and it better be good. Which. Subtlety kind of rude but I get it. I'd want to know the story too and while I did give the explanation already in my first post about it, because I broke my own link with my incredible stupidity, I took it down.

reposted the link to my Kofi that hopefully works now but did leave out the explanation because I feel bad involving others in my problems and I don't want people to hear em and feel guilted into anything.

So here it is: the full obnoxiously long saga of the series of unfortunate events that had led me to making the Kofi from start to finish describing my 2017-2018 life presently.

It all started back in January of last year..

The cafe in which I work.. Worked? Work.. closes every January for cleaning for anywhere between 2wks and a month and in the time they encourage us to apply early and collect unemployment. This would be my first and last ever time doing this.

Why close? Mainly because my bakery is an old fashion French bakery where our lawyer city boy rich owner went to France and liked some countrymans brick oven so much he dropped I think it was a million or so to not only buy the oven, but to actually bring said oven to America brick by fucking brick.

And to clean this wood fed oven the size of a living room, you need AT LEAST 2-3 wks to let it cool down enough for some poor scrawny guy to climb in through the tiny wood stuffing hole and excerise all that soot. Plus deep cleaning a detached two story bakery; the kitchen and cafe itself..

Anyway back to the plot:

So on Jan 1st,2017 I applied and by Jan 14th2017, the place temp closed for cleaning.

I had saved 900$ for this because I'd be okay for the month.. $200/month for rent; $50 for phone, $35 for gas, $130 for groceries for me (who has strict diet of lactose and gluten free diet because I WILL die if I eat gluten because my organs swell; attack themselves and try and shut down. Rip™ my diet gets fucking hella expensive. Bread alone is &4-$5 bucks) $300 monthly student loan etc..

Well: not a week in our gas heater said fuck you. So to help repair, there went -$400 bucks. A WEEK IN. Than my grandmas car died, -$250 a week later. Fuck me gently.

Than the fateful blizzard night of Jan 31st 2017 that would be the catalyst of unfortunate bullshit leading today.. at 4:35 on my friend was bringing me home after a fun weekend, as I do not have a car, and he wanted to make sure I got home safe before the super storm hit. The cafe was reopening Feb 10th.

I was later informed that at around 4:56, my friend hit black ice and we °360 hard into a tree. I only remember seeing it about to happen and worrying about my glasses about to break, then nothing. Then looking at my blurry hand and even with my one good but still kind of blind eye, I saw that it was black; blue and I couldn't move it. Then I guess I said "well shit" and went to sleep.

I had broken not only my glasses trying to protect them, the fucking irony.. but my metacarpals; my nose, inhaled the chemical death from the airbag and recieved mild chemic Burns to face and throat. My smol rib cage was punched by the airbag so hard it got bullied out of place and was now compressing my lungs and a severe concussion.

My friend luckily being a 6' ft some man was set far away from air bag and being the impact was more my side, had only bad bruising to the limbs but okay. His truck now an accordion.

The doctor only looked at my hand and ignored my concussion, as I had an in the ambulance and was apparently making stupid nonsense jokes. So they assumed I was fine I guess.

I had to call in to my job and sadly tell them the news I would not be able to work for maybe a few months.

A month later while home and coming down the stairs, I suddenly could not breathe and got light-headed. Not good when you on stairs. I ended up refuckin up my metas and now add broken tail bone to the list.

My return to work just went from hopeful 3-4 months to 6. I was not financially equipped for this

But wait rogue! The unemployment!

Ah yes. The fucking thing that would fuck me harder then the airbag and stairs combined.. You see:

I had asked everyone I knew that had ever collected unemployment before what to do and even the girl who did the disability thing: for I was unable to work; disability would not kick in until at least a month. I got bills men, life don't stop cause bad shit you know?

Everyone told me, collect unemployment until Disability kicked in. Then stop. Okay.. these 6 people would know best right? Dingdong: unfortunate event #3 so far:

By the time disability kicked in I had collected $700 caps. Nice! Right? Well my honest naive ass thought how you cancelled unemployment was to tell em to cease and why. So I did.I explained what happened. This proved to be the biggest mistake of my pathetic life and installed the lesson of "don't be honest with big brother." They said "oh no you got injured? Well guess what fucko. You now have to pay back the $700, or else and guess what, we adding an bonus fuck you of $200 ."

Hahahahahaha-what?

I'm not able to work; disability only gave$100 some and I got friends and family I am in debt to for helping during these shenanigans.

Then unfortunate events #4-#9 took place. my aunt died.

I had to be hospitalized for pancreatitis; kidney stones and infections a few times, sometimes for all em at once.

Then my dog prostate cancer became apparent and despite the medicine and surgery every thing that could hell, he had to leave us for the rainbow bridge.

Than my grandma's car died again.

Then my stepmother died.

Grandma had to get surgery for her knees and began to complain of occasional blindness and migraines.

Went back to work early because you guys do what you gotta do man, only it's 7 months later and in a couple more, the fucking Cafe is going to close again.

By the time it did, I had been using every paycheck to catch up on bills; pay back the my friends and family lent, paying the late bills from my dog and car repairs, back owed payment and feedback to the student loan. and just as I had started seeing the light at the tunnel.. we closed and I wasn't prepared.

Unemployment have nothing but the middle finger.

It'll be fine.. I can handle a month. It'll suck but-

ITS NOW MAY AND THEY AIN'T OPEN.

During the time I was laid off this year I spent my time as follows:

Joined Tumblr and began to meme to counter that bi-polar depression and made some friends, looking at you @m-is-for-mungo 😘💞💞

A man grabbed my hand that didn't heal right and squeezed it so hard he fucked the bone. Had to go back to p.t. Hand once again fucking useless and I had posted about this way back, if you dig in my archive, you'll find the posts.

Applied for a state job at our prison with my friend whose already there, as kitchen worker

Got the surgery that I could no longer put off as it was too fix the anatomical problem contributing factor to my organs rioting like they do, but thankfully since it was considered life threatening, my insurance covered it.

Finally deal with death of my dog; and my family. Then my dad having a stroke and other family stuff.

Got that pesky rogue ribcage displacement taken care of

Fell down the fucking stairs again.

Adopted a special needs cat.

Became once again a financial burden and the moment I could, filled the still laid off time by trying to help my friend at their restaurant as much as possible.

Got the "we want you asap BUT thanks to state Bullshit like budget stuff.. We have to wait for the actual state to say yes" call from the prison call.

My uncle was discovered to cancer but by the time it was found, he had a week left. Then he died.

Got my shit broken by the scorned ex of our roommate

And then got the fucking letter from unemployment mildly threatening me to pay up.

But you said you didn't have a car in January 31st but then you do now??

After the car event, my friend told me to seek comp because I did get fucked up and being a baker who broke their hands, shit ain't good.. I did not want to because it was my friend, it wasn't their fault and if I had had my own car or just during go there in the first place this wouldn't have happened. Reluctantly after much badgering, I did.I did not get anything however until a year and half half later. and yeah, I’ll tell you how much seeing how Im being brutally honest: $10,000.

I immediately bought a $4000 car so I would never again be a burden and every single car I’ve ever owned have been $100+ garbage death traps I got from shady people and for once in my fucking life I wanted a car that wouldnt break down or try to kill me a week later; helped my grandma buy a car that wouldn't fail her, bought her a new fridge because hers died and paid some of her bills she got behind on. My friend had fallen behind on their bills as well and I owe everything I am and still being alive to these people.

You bet my stupid ass, I used almost every dime to help them. And id fucking do it again because: homies help homies.. And when your Nana whose been both mom; dad and nana to you and is the reason you weren't place in foster care needs you.. You fucking help her no matter what.I did have enough to pay the student loan for last month and this month. I got a new track phone because mine broke, bought a pair of shoes because I've only ever had my loafers and the soles fell off finally and I brought groceries. I have enough to pay rent and I am now tapped out.

My only debt is this $900 fuck you from the government and my $15000k student loan.

And now y'all caught up on the fucking disaster that is my life.

I'm sorry for this sobstory of me crying about my problems but i.. I really do not like asking for help.i hate asking for help. I hate that I have to ask for money because I've been in desperate shitty situations my whole damn life and managed to somehow scrape by but for the first time, I'm in a situation that I can't fix alone. And I fucking hate it and that I have to admit it. but I need help .

This is why I made the Kofi

A kofi that is absolutely only for and will only be used, to pay that $900. I promise you that even if I become homeless, I am going to pay that goddamn bill before anything else. Because I helped everyone with their debt and they are all good now, we all squared and now it's my turn to be okay glib-dimit

#ask a rogue a question #explanation #i defeatedly #desperately and guiltedly i need fucking help #kofi roguesnorunt

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kingdomofgratia · 7 years

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This was posted by a friend on Facebook. I share his sentiments 100%, so I asked for and received permission to repost here. ___________________________

I love japan very much. It’s a beautiful place with lots of interesting people. I’ve made a lot of good friends and I’ve seen a lot of beautiful sights. I’m excited to see some more sights and I’m excited to meet more people as the years go by. Friendships will become deeper and better. If you’re dream is to come to Japan and see the sights please come on over.

I also love Teaching. So much so I went to school to be an English as a Second Language Teacher at College. I enjoy talking with my teachers and helping them understand simple phrases, so we can have conversations in English in front of our students and have them try to parse the meaning of the conversation and relay it back to us in Japanese. The first steps to language acquisition are listening, and comprehension. So I truly enjoy working on that with my students. If you want to be an English teacher and want to work hard to help kids and support schools in Japan and try to help be a positive role model for these children, then I wish you the best of luck in your job. I’ll do my best as well. If you don’t want to be an English teacher but want to come to Japan, go for it! Just don’t be an English teacher. Not if you’re not serious. Please do any other job you would rather do than be an English teacher.

I know, I know. The systems in place that allow for Native English speaking international people to cross the ocean and be allowed to work in schools is almost unreal, you could even say unfair. Unearned. This interesting dynamic is only seen in non english speaking countries. Unforeseen and unimaginable in English dominant countries. For a Japanese person to become a Japanese teacher in America they need tons of certification and paperwork, which they can only achieve from going to an English speaking university, and only after they have mastered college level English to attend that university.

Whereas the only qualifications required for an ALT to become an ALT is “would you like to live abroad? Do you like kids?” No teaching requirements necessary, no need to speak the mother language. As long as you’re a college graduate who’s not a criminal you’re a candidate and even then exceptions can be made.

You want to come to Japan and English teacher is the easiest way to get your foot in the door. You breeze through the interview given to you by a well dressed white man who asks you the same simple questions asked for any entry level position. They tell you where you’d live, tell you how much you’d be working, and the pay rate. you accept, because as long as You’re in Japan you don’t mind. You would prefer Osaka or Tokyo as they’re more ‘foreigner friendly’ but any prefecture close by is just as fine.

You fly over to Japan, where you’ve wanted to be your whole life. You see the contract and it’s not what you expected. There’s laws being broken and the company hasn’t gotten all their paperwork finished. You’re outraged! How could they treat you like this? How could companies be allowed to break laws like this? All the while completely oblivious of the fact that Companies throughout Japan as well as internationally, in all work sectors, are in more ways than one a little crooked. Unwilling to realize that Japan isn’t as straight edged and perfect as all of the commercials and cartoons told you it was. Unable to realize that these insufferable curses being laid onto you by your “evil” bosses are seen as common knowledge and par for the course by the average Japanese businessman.

You don’t want to realize that by social standards you are a giant toddler, unable to speak the language of the country you say you love so much, and become frustrated at the simplest of things. It’s all terrifying and new to you. You’re Angry that Japanese culture is too different from the idealized image of Japan you already had. The Japanese people aren’t willing to listen to you because they don’t understand you; figuratively and literally. You feel hurt. “Japan is supposed to be a welcoming country, yet I feel so estranged! It’s all lies! These people aren’t acting Japanese!” Japan must always be willing to meet your needs, and fit your image of it, yet you get angry every time someone tells you 'you act like an American.’

Maybe you could have a conversation with someone, but not many Japanese people can speak English to a level you feel would make a worthwhile conversation. You haven’t been trying to learn Japanese, because you don’t have to. It’s not written into the scripts of globalization for you to have to learn the language of the minority countries. They have to work hard to talk to you. You fail to realize the cultural, racial and personal afflictions that mindset can cause on a society, because that’s not in our job description to understand, you don’t have to care about that.

Your Japanese coworkers have been listening to the same racist and bigoted people that you have. “Japanese is too different from English so they CAN’T speak English as well as a native speaker could, they CAN’T teach the language without a REAL English speaker present. Just in case their many mistakes don’t get passed on to the kids. They need us to be there to teach with them(for them).” This lie being drilled into Japanese people’s heads ever since William Perry forced open the doors with his gun boats. The ever present but rarely spoken 'You will never be able to speak as well as me because I said so’. That mindset is why your job exists. 'Japanese people can’t speak proper English, they speak a butchered Japanese English, that is horrendous and certainly not useful in any way or form’. Even though the use of our mother language is vital for second language acquisition. teachers are scolded and scold themselves or not having the proper accent. Being talked down to by a fresh out of college corn fed American man-child because his pronunciation of 'Thursday’ is incorrect. I can continue, but I’ll spare you.

If you truly care about the state of English in the schools you need to look long term, The Japanese school system doesn’t get enough money to pay for training, that day might never come. So it’s within your responsibility to take the extra step and try to help the teachers who want to become better teachers, by asking them what they’d like to do and supporting them. Some teachers have been hit with the globalization stick their whole lives and outwardly hate English. You can’t control that. But you can show them that not all Foreigners are just here to fuck around for a little before going back to their home country. You can show them that not all Foreigners are flippant two faced jackals feeding off of a long ignored system of anglophone supremacy. You can teach kids that not everyone is the same and other countries think differently, and that sometimes that makes you upset, it’s okay to be honest. You can be a mixture of cultural ambassador, child counselor, translator, and friend. All for the low low price of 25,000 dollars a year. If you’re here for the paid trip to Japan, don’t be the English teacher.

If you disagree with my view that’s fine, I didn’t mean to rain on your parade. The school systems are getting a rushed and certainly not fully planned out change to English Teaching from the Elementary school level and up. The amount of hours being worked a week are going to go up, and the pay will most likely not go up with it. It will become even more hectic and require more communication and talking and working with your co-workers. A stressful jump these teachers are going to need help dealing with. That help is going to be you. Or it is going to be no one.

If you want to come to Japan, please come and enjoy yourself. But if you want to be an English teacher, please be prepared to work. These kids don’t deserve half assed teachers, they deserve a good education.

Do your best, the kids are counting on you.

-Brian Adams, English teacher in Japan

#ALT #teaching English in Japan #English education

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backtothestart02 · 7 years

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He is Home to Me

SPOILERS!!!!!

A/N: I’m putting most of this under the cut because it is based not only off of the 3x19 promo but also that HUGE Savitar spoiler that was floating around a couple weeks ago. Enter at your own risk.

*Many thanks to @valeriemperez for being the most epic beta ever & beta’ing this whole thing (12 pgs, 5,000+ words) in less than an hour and a half. QUEEN.

NOTE: I did do a bunch more grammatical edits after posting here & tumblr doesn't want to repost a whole 'nother 5,000 words lol, so if you want to see the BEST version of this, I highly recommend reading it on AO3 - and on FFnet when I upload it there. :)

Synopsis: Based off 3x19 promo (& spoilers) - Barry comes back from 2024 with confirmation of who Savitar really is. It’s so crushing he can’t face the team, especially not Iris.

(#2) A/N: This fic is inspired by the theory that has been floating around for months, and the bombshell a jerk reporter dropped, that Barry is likely Savitar (or at least he looks like him). So this fic is about Barry coming back from 2024 with this knowledge, telling the team, and the fall out from all that. Obviously this was written BEFORE 3x19 aired, so any details of what actually happened while Barry was in 2024 are based entirely on what the promo gave us or any spoilers we already had. Minor references to the Killer Frost subplot.

The speed force hummed around him in the familiar blurring colors of blue and white. He was desperate to get out of 2024, to get back home to a place where he could breathe again, though he worried there wouldn’t be a difference. Because now he knew things. Things he wouldn’t be able to hide, or else how could he help his team then? He couldn’t lie to them. But he also didn’t know what good telling the truth would do. It would make matters worse. It would leave them stranded.

Before Barry could make any concrete decision on how to proceed, his mind refocused, and he was there in STAR Labs in front of younger, more hopeful versions of the people he’d just left behind. And of course, the one person that hadn’t been there at all.

“Barry!” He heard Cisco shout, and then felt everyone crowding around him in his weariness as he slowly came to a grip with the new reality - or the old one?

Looking on, everyone could see their hero looked tired, like he’d just lived through a nightmare and wasn’t quite grasping that he was awake now – and safe.

“Barry?” Iris ventured, slowly coming towards him.

She was almost to him when his head snapped up, his eyes wide with horror. The expression alone was enough to make her stop, but then the concern on his face twisted into an agony she’d never seen there before.

“Stay away from me, Iris,” he said, not cold or cruel but almost desperate.

Her brows furrowed, and Joe took a step toward them.

“Bear.”

Barry’s gaze switched to his, and he swallowed hard.

“What did you see?” he asked.

Barry turned away from him and started to pace, running his hand through his hair, trying to put into words everything he’d seen and felt, what the world had become without Iris West and who the cause of her demise truly was.

He closed his eyes and swallowed hard.

“I saw all of us.” He lifted his head to look at Joe. “I saw you.” He turned to look at Cisco. “And you.” He didn’t dare look at Wally, was still too shaken up by the sight of him in a wheelchair. “Wally too, and…” He took a breath. “I saw myself.”

“Did you find out who Savitar is?” Joe asked.

The words hit him as hard as the answer had the moment he’d realized it – or been told. It was hard to remember which had really happened now. Savitar’s true identity had blinded him so much he’d nearly passed out in a back alley of 2024 Central City. Then he’d had to fend off metahumans. And then…

“Yes,” he said quietly, breaking the silence after as much of a delay as he could get away with.

Instinctively, everyone moved a little bit closer.

“Who…wh-who is he?” Iris asked. Joe came beside her and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

Barry couldn’t look at her for a while. He was glad she had Joe, but he hated that she was the one to ask. He could already see everyone recoiling from him in his mind as soon as he gave them the answer they all thought they wanted.

“Is it someone we know?” Cisco asked, probably able to tell the identity was going to crush them all, but maybe that gradual questioning was easier than a blunt answer.

“Yes,” Barry said, a tear trickling down his cheek.

Iris broke free of her father’s hold and went to Barry before he could stop her.

“Oh my god, Barry, who is it?”

He flinched and tried to pull away, but she wouldn’t let him. Then she placed her hands on his face and forced to look at him.

“Tell me,” she pleaded on a soft whisper. “The sooner we all know the sooner we can stop him.”

His breath hitched. He knew he couldn’t put off the inevitable for a moment longer. He was ready for the fear and hatred, ready to be disowned and turned against. How could anyone believe in him once they knew? How could anyone not feel betrayed, not feel like they’d been wasting their time on someone they believed to be good and a hero? Not Joe, not even Iris would stand by him now.

After all, how did one defeat a future version of one’s self.

“It’s me.”

Iris’s brows furrowed.

“I don’t…I don’t understand.”

“It’s me, Iris. A future version of me comes back in time and kills you.”

The initial horror in his eyes faded to instantly be replaced by confusion and firm denial.

“No,” she said. “No, there’s no way.”

She turned to the others to get back up, but they had already started to create some distance between themselves and their hero. Even her dad…

“Iris.”

The word was firm, and when she turned to look at Joe, she saw at the no-nonsense look in his eyes. He held his hand out to her, but there was no warmth there. It was a command. He didn’t trust she was safe even now, standing so close to her one day would-be killer.

She scoffed. “Dad.”

“Iris, he’s right.”

She turned around to look at her Barry, the man she loved more than anything. He was inching away again and she knew in a moment he’d be away from all of them, unable to look them in the eye.

“If I’m capable of…of hurting you in the future.” He shook his head. “Who knows what I’m capable of now?”

“Bar—”

Her bottom lip trembled and tears filled her eyes. But Joe cut off any further interaction by catching her off guard and pulling her to his side. By the time she’d pushed herself away again, upset beyond belief by her father’s severe behavior, Barry was gone, leaving all of them only with the heavy bombshell he’d brought back from the future.

The god of speed, the man responsible for so much death and destruction, was their Barry in the future. A hero turned into the most powerful evil villain any of them had encountered.

What do we do now? hung in the air, but nobody moved, and nobody said a word.

…

Barry was glad for the darkness at the waterfront. He was glad for the sole light drawn from the full moon and the soft lapping of waves against the pier.

Perhaps glad wasn’t the right word, but he did feel a sense of relief.

There was no one around to judge him or be afraid of him. No sense of impending disaster. With any luck his future self wouldn’t show up to taunt him about his fate. It was already eating him up inside, already driving him mad with hatred and despair.

How could he ever be capable of killing Iris? The woman who mattered to him more than anyone else in the world. How could he?

Every day since the moment he met her he’d wanted nothing more than to make her laugh and smile and feel loved. He fed off her light and relished in it. Her smile dazzled him. Her joy made him giddy. And whenever she was hurt, when he found her crying, no matter how rare it was, it absolutely destroyed him.

How could he be the cause of bringing her pain? Of ending her life?

What had happened that would twist him to the point that the one core part of him changed so drastically? What made him into a villain?

His eyes filled with tears. He did nothing to stop them from flooding down his face. The wind whipped around him, drying his skin and then making his eyes burn. His hair tossed about and he realized then how careless he was being.

Just because it was the middle of the night didn’t mean people couldn’t still be out. If someone were to walk by, see him with his cowl down, and realize…

Not that it mattered, he thought sullenly.

The Flash was a fraud, a demon in disguise. The inevitability of him becoming a villain was set in stone as clearly as Caitlin’s had been.

What hero had he even been to her? He’d barely wasted any time convincing the team after he found out what happened that he still needed to go into the future. Caitlin would still be Killer Frost when he returned. She would still need to be found, according to the headlines broadcasted a month from now.

All that had mattered was finding out other clues about the future, most importantly Savitar’s identity.

Well, he found it.

Even Killer Frost wasn’t the monster he would turn out to be.

He inched closer to the water and looked down into it, wondered how cold it was and how hard it would be to breathe if you were to be pushed under.

Or go willingly.

…

Back at STAR Labs, Iris struggled to hold onto her sanity as she fought to convince the team - most importantly her father - that their Barry, 2017 Barry, wasn’t a threat.

“Can’t you see he’s a danger, Iris? He kills you!”

“Dad. He’s Barry. Our Barry.”

“Yeah, and ‘our Barry’ becomes so twisted that he comes back and murders you, the woman he supposedly loves.”

“Something must have happened,” she’d protested. There was no point trying to convince him that Barry loved her. Anyone could see that he did. “Barry would never do this. You know he wouldn’t.”

Joe said nothing, only shook his head.

“He’s like a son to you,” she cried out, in disbelief that he would turn on Barry so quickly and that not even she could persuade him otherwise. “You know him!”

His shoulders sunk in on themselves, and Joe heaved a heavy sigh, “I thought I did.”

Iris spun around to Cisco…Wally…Julian…HR in the hopes of getting back up, but they all turned away from her. Wally shook his head, part disgust, part sadness that she could be so blinded by her love as to not see what was right in front of her. Julian was at a loss. Months earlier he probably could’ve gotten right on board with hating Barry – “I knew there was something off about him. All along he was the one we should’ve been afraid of,” he might have said. Now he looked conflicted, but not enough to back her up.

“He’s your best friend, Cisco,” Iris spat, positive if anyone would believe Barry wasn’t as evil as he’d just told them all he’d be, it would be Cisco.

But Cisco sighed and looked at her just as sadly, when he had the courage to look at her at all.

“I don’t know, Iris. Barry is the only one that went to the future and found out who Savitar was. He has no reason to lie to us. And why would he deliberately tell us it was himself, of all people?” He sank into himself a little too. “It has to be true.”

Her eyes moved to H.R., her one last hope, but all he did was shake his head and glue his eyes to the floor. There was no knowing what he thought, but he sure wasn’t going to help defend Barry to her father.

And so, Iris left STAR Labs and returned home to hers and Barry’s loft, the one place she felt safe and warm and not crazy.

There was no denying that Barry’s announcement had hit them all hard. She hadn’t let herself think about it too much because she was so appalled by everyone’s instant wariness and fear of Barry, who’d looked absolutely crushed by what he’d had to reveal.

As time passed and she sat alone on the windowsill where he’d proposed, the possibility that her Barry might be the one to… Well, it did weight on her. It made her sick to her stomach, and it broke her heart. But as much as it did all those things, she knew for Barry it must be ten times worse than everyone’s fear and anger and shock combined.

Here he had been so desperately trying to save her, using whatever means necessary, to the point that he almost lost what made Barry, Barry, and the Flash, the Flash - only to find out that he was the cause of it.

No.

She refused to believe that. It wasn’t him. There had to be some sort of explanation. Wells wasn’t Wells and Zoom hadn’t been Jay. There was no way Savitar, the man fated to kill her in less than a month was the love of her life; her heroic, heart of gold Barry Allen.

Her Barry Allen would never hurt her, but her Barry Allen was hurting, consumed with guilt and drowning in the sadness and rage of what he believed he would one day become. He feared even now he was a threat to her life.

Iris lifted her phone to her ear, hand shaking. She swallowed hard and listened to the repeated rings. The possibility he would answer was slim, she knew, but that hadn’t stopped her from needing to call him.

All she wanted to do was hold him, to tell him it wasn’t him, that there had to be something they didn’t know, something he hadn’t seen. A future version of himself coming back in time to murder the woman he loved? Not a single part of it made sense.

But her Barry refused to pick up his phone. She didn’t know where he was or what he was doing.

All she knew was that she needed to be with him. She needed to remind him there was always another way, that she wasn’t afraid of him, and that they would face this together, whatever evil existed behind that face that wasn’t her Barry would be defeated.

But how could she do any of that if she didn’t even know where he was?

“Hey, Barry,” she sighed into the phone. “I know you’re hurting and you’re afraid. You’re scared of what you think you might do to me. But I need you to know you’re not that person. You’re not Savitar. I love you. I’m not afraid of you. You make me feel safe. Just…” Her breath caught in her throat, and she knew she was near tears. “Please come home.”

She ended the call and cradled the phone in her lap.

“Come home to me, Barry,” she whispered, gazing out into the night, the city stretching out before her.

Her eyes searched the scene for any sign of a flash of red, any reassurance that he was coming home to her. Maybe he had gotten her message and just couldn’t bring himself to respond. Maybe he would phase through their front door and just stand there. And then she’d go to him and he’d fall into her and she’d hold him close and he’d let her be the rock he needed even though his news had shaken her just as much.

She just wanted him home.

But there was no sign of him. Only sparse city lights and the deep darkness on the horizon.

…

At 3 a.m. Iris strode into the cortex at STAR Labs to find Cisco’s head starting to bob and his body slouch over as he fought to stay awake. Her clicking heels must’ve been enough to jolt him fully awake though because as soon as she was before him, he snapped to attention and looked at him with wide eyes, quickly slurping up the rest of his cherry slushie.

“Find Barry,” she demanded, her eyes full of fire, leaving no room for discussion.

Very slowly Cisco set his empty slushie cup down.

“I know you can find him,” she informed him. “You have a tracker on his suit and you can track him by the lightning in his system, the same way King Shark tracked him down.” She placed her hands on his desk and leaned towards him, successfully coming across with just enough intimidation to make Cisco nervous. “So, don’t tell me you can’t find him, because I know for a fact that you can.”

Silence hung between them, but Cisco knew he couldn’t let it last much longer. He was already risking his own personal health and well-being by not doing what she said immediately.

“How do you know I was here?” he finally said cautiously.

Iris’s nails dug into her hips where her hands were currently propped due to her impatience, but apparently, the question was warranted because she didn’t immediately strangle him. He doubted though that she hadn’t considered it.

“You weren’t at your apartment,” she said, informing him loud and clear that she’d checked there first. Cisco closed his eyes as she revealed the next piece of news that he knew would solidify his doom. “And there was a note on the door,” she said. “For Barry.”

He opened his eyes slowly, wincing.

“Something tell me it’s not a forgery,” she seethed.

“So…I may have…offered him a place to stay if he didn’t feel comfortable going home to you.”

“But you came here because you’re afraid of him.”

He sighed and hung his head.

“Iris—”

“Or is that not why you came here?” She frowned and suddenly looked around his desk, saw the research flowing over and then the face recognition program glowing on his computer when she rounded the corner to see exactly what he was working on. She sighed.

“I came here to keep looking for Caitlin,” he muttered under his breath. “Obviously, Barry isn’t going to be doing that any time soon.”

Iris’s eyes flashed to his sunken form, annoyed and infuriated but also feeling a sense of guilt and an extreme degree of compassion, because in the fall out of Barry’s revelation from 2024, neither Killer Frost nor Caitlin Snow’s name had been mentioned.

Everyone must have just left after I did, Iris thought, lamenting.

But then another thought occurred to her and her eyes widened in relief.

“You don’t believe he’s evil,” she said, half a gasp in every word he said.

“He’s not evil yet,” Cisco clarified, not looking at her, miraculously letting it slide that she’d completely ignored his comment about Caitlin.

“And the future can be changed,” Iris said excitedly.

“…yes,” he said reluctantly.

“Just like my death can be prevented, so can Barry’s future self not turn evil. We can keep Savitar from ever existing.”

Cisco looked up at her then.

“Well, aren’t you just chipper all of a sudden.”

Iris reined in the hope that had flowered in her and came to sit down beside him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“You need Barry to find Caitlin, right?”

He hesitated and then nodded. “Right.”

“And you don’t believe Barry is evil. You don’t believe our Barry is evil.”

Hesitation again, but followed by another nod.

“No,” he said. “I don’t.”

Her smile spread. “Then please, Cisco.” She squeezed his arm encouragingly. “Find our Barry.”

He turned to look at her, searched her pleading eyes. Tears were starting to well up, despite her recent surge of positivity.

“Help me bring him home.”

…

They found him exactly where Cisco’s tech had said they would, on the waterfront. He was standing on the edge of a pier looking down into the dark gentle waves. Cisco and Iris shared a look and then Iris squeezed his hand.

“Don’t worry, Cisco. I’ve got this.”

Reluctantly he let her walk away from him, words he couldn’t form on the tip of his tongue.

She turned to look back at him one more time before proceeding.

“It’s okay,” she said, able to squeeze out one tremulous reassuring smile that she hoped would convince him.

Cisco nodded and took a step back, gesturing to the car they’d come in.

“I’ll just be… If you need anything or if something hap—”

“It won’t,” she cut him off, then forced herself to relax so his uneasiness wouldn’t rise up again. She didn’t want him to doubt helping her find Barry. “But thank you.”

She turned back to the waterfront before Cisco could try to dissuade her – since she knew that was still a possibility – and was pleased to find Barry where he’d been before.

He hadn’t spotted them and run off. He hadn’t done the unthinkable and dived into the water with no intention of resurfacing. He just stood there staring, and as she got closer she could see his shoulders shaking.

Any nerves she had dissolved when she saw him lift his hand up to wipe something off his face. Tears. He was crying.

Iris slipped out of her heels and left them on the grass when she reached the edge of the park. She didn’t want any sound to make him run off. She wanted there to be a peace in her arrival, not tension. Granted even a slow approach was bound to surprise him, but she couldn’t help that. With any luck, he’d let her talk to him, and maybe that could lead to him coming home.

One foot halfway on the pier and the wooden board groaned underneath her. She stifled a curse. Of course, she should have remembered how old this pier was. Her father had forbidden her and Barry from ever going on it because of how someone had fallen through it the summer before Barry came to live with them. That part had of course been fixed, but the rest of it hadn’t been and so it was forbidden.

That didn’t stop the two of them from sneaking out to it when school field trips were in the vicinity though.

She reminisced for a few achingly long moments in the memories that felt like a lifetime ago.

But the nostalgia came to an abrupt halt because Barry turned to look at her, eyes wide and stance tense. Neither moved for the space of an agonizingly long ten seconds, and then Barry broke the silence.

“Iris?” he gasped in a whisper, as if speaking in a normal tone would somehow stir a sense of danger. “What are you doing here?” he demanded. His voice wasn’t hard. It was just incredulous.

He wiped as his tears again when he saw how she was staring.

“I came to bring you home,” she said, her voice breaking.

Barry’s feet shifted, making Iris almost lunge towards him, because he was sooo very close to the edge.

But he seemed completely unaware of how close he’d gotten. It wasn’t intentional. She supposed she should be grateful for that.

He shook his head, looking at her sadly.

“I’m not coming home, Iris. Not now.” He glanced down at the water, and she knew what he was seriously considering. “Maybe not ever.”

“No, Barry.” She closed the distance between them – old rickety wooden boards be damned! – and stopped right in front of him. “That won’t solve anything, and you know it.”

His eyes searched hers desperately, tears filling them again.

“Won’t it? If I die, Savitar will never exist. Everything he’s done and is planning to do will never have happened.”

“No,” she said again. “No, just – stop.”

She took his hands in hers and held firm even when he tried to wriggle away.

“Why aren’t you afraid of me?” he wondered, eventually abandoning the struggle. “In the future, I kill you.”

“You don’t kill me. Savitar does.” She looked up at him and cupped his face in her hands tightly. “And he won’t even do that because we’re going to stop it from happening. And not by killing yourself either.”

He curled his fingers around her hands on his face.

“But I’m Savitar,” he said. “Don’t you get that? Don’t you see how serious that is? How can you possibly trust me or even…even love me when you know what I’m capable of?”

Tears started to fall down both of their faces.

“It’s not you!” she insisted. “You don’t know that!”

“Iris—” His breath hitched.

“It could be another Barry from another earth. There are an infinite number of those, remember? Or it could be some face-changing technology, like what HR has from Earth 19! There could be a million explanations for why Savitar looks like you or why people say that it was you. He’s from the future so of course he would know everything about you. And how could you have thrown yourself into the speed force? It doesn’t make any sense.”

Barry struggled for a moment to come up with an answer.

“Maybe he lied about that part,” he said eventually.

“Maybe he lied about everything!” Iris sobbed.

She pulled him nearer, forced his head down to her level so she could press her forehead against his tightly and keep him from running. She needed to feel close to him. She needed him all around her. She needed him to not die, especially if he’d been deceived.

“Can’t you even consider that?” She sniffled, clutching then at his emblem. “You’re the Flash. You’re not a monster. And you’re my Barry Allen. You’re mine.”

His arms came around her and she sighed in relief, nestling into his embrace. The coldness of the suit became invisible because all she could feel was the heat of his body and his breath in her hair. All she could hear was his heart racing and their breaths so close together. This was home. This was everything. She refused to believe this was the end.

And when she lifted her head, his lips descended on hers, seeking refuge and forgiveness and love. She gave it all to him, and she was so very glad he’d initiated. She was so much shorter without her shoes, so would’ve been near impossible to kiss him if he wasn’t ready to let her love him.

But he had kissed her. He was still kissing her. And they were crying into their kisses, wanting nothing but this moment, wanting only to be safe and in love and to be out of this crazy, horrible situation.

Iris wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down further, deepening the kiss, tangling her tongue with his, feeling the thrill of his touch ripple down her spine and all over her body.

Finally in need of air, they parted a while later, but Barry didn’t pull away. He let his forehead rest against hers again and let himself breathe.

“You’re not evil, Barry,” she said quietly. “You’re good, and you’re mine. You belong to me.”

His arms closed even more snugly around her.

“Please come home,” she begged, a hitch to her voice, tears ready to make another appearance.

Barry let out a deep sigh and lifted his head. Then he lazily tucked some wild, dark strands of hair behind her ear, kissed the side of her face and stayed there for a while.

“I don’t want to be alone,” he murmured, nearly collapsing into her.

She clung to him tightly, holding onto him with all her strength, not wanting to be anywhere else in the world in that moment. Only ever wanting to be by his side as his partner, his rock, his solid ground forever.

“Then don’t be,” she whispered back. “Come home with me, and you’ll never be alone again.”

For all his doubts, for all the certainty of her death he must’ve seen in all the futures he’d been to, Barry let her words wash over him and decided at least tonight he would believe them.

He didn’t say anything else, but he nodded against her and let her steer him toward the end of the dock.

The relief she felt was unimaginable, and she could not have been more grateful that Cisco had stuck around because Barry was in no condition to race them home.

Iris sat in the back of the car and Cisco helped her get Barry inside. There the scarlet speedster lay across the back seat and passed out with his head in her lap, completely depleted of all energy but open at least for tonight to let someone keep him safe.

When Cisco arrived in front of their building, he turned back to look at his passengers and found Iris tenderly playing with Barry’s wind-tossed locks. Barry was still a goner, but he woke enough to assist in some way when Iris and Cisco needed to get him to the elevator.

Barry seemed to not even really register Cisco as anything other than a being helping him get to where his feet could not. When they reached the loft, his friends miraculously got him upstairs to the bedroom where they deposited him on the bed. Iris meant to go with Cisco to the door to thank him again and discuss in some form what life would be like for Team Flash going forward, but Barry sensed her moving away and started moaning and panicking, unaware of anything but the fact that she was leaving him.

“Irisss?” he slurred, rustling about on top of the sheets.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” she soothed, coming to clasp his hand, which soothed him instantly. “I’m here.”

She looked over her shoulder to where Cisco was standing. The heartbreaking and wondering look on his face assured her like nothing could have.

“It’s okay, Iris.” Her lips parted to protested, but he shook his head to silence her. “We can talk tomorrow.”

She swallowed, unsure if that would suffice.

“He needs you,” Cisco said, gesturing to where Barry still held her hands tightly.

She sighed shakily as she followed his gaze.

“I know.”

“And you were right.”

Iris looked back again, her brows furrowed.

“He’s not Savitar,” he said. “He’s Barry. Our Barry. And we’re going to stop this.”

She felt the huge weight lift off her chest, and she almost wanted to laugh. She nodded, a small smile breaking through, a thank you in her eyes.

Cisco smiled back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Iris.” He glanced over at Barry and then back to her. “Maybe I’ll see both of you.”

Iris only smiled in farewell. Then she turned back to Barry as soon as Cisco had left the room. She slid out of her heels for the second time that night and managed to strip down and slip on one of Barry’s old t-shirts before he started to panic at her absence again.

Then she helped undress him and tucked him under the blankets. As quickly as possible, because he seemed to be unaware of her coming and going, she got herself underneath the covers and snuggled into his body, intertwining their legs and pressing herself close enough to feel his breath on her forehead and his heartbeat against her ear.

“I love you, Barry,” she whispered, not really caring if he wasn’t awake. He would hear it somehow, and she needed to say it.

Barry didn’t say anything in response, but she felt him wrap his arms more tightly around her, and that was more than enough.

He was her Barry. He was hers. And nothing was going to take him away from her. Nothing was going to take her away from him. Not some twisted evil version of himself, not an unseen villain entirely. They were going to fight whoever was against them, and they were going to win.

Barry wasn’t a monster. He was a wounded soul fighting to survive.

And in her arms, in their home…he would.

*Also available on AO3 and FFnet.

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windofderange · 7 years

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Definitely disgruntled.

Okay, obviously I don’t use the blog to post about my actual life very often because … well, I don’t have a reason, except that it’s much easier to repost gifs on my phone than to actually write stuff. But stuff is actually happening in my life, and it’s starting to drive me crazy.

So to start with, my center still doesn’t know if we’re being refunded. We’ve been told we’ll be refunded for 2.5 years at 50% our current budget, but that’s dependent on the federal budget that gets approved on Friday. In March, after months of being told that no matter what happened, they were going to find a way to keep me (my position is half-grant-funded), I was told that I should start looking at other positions so that I “knew my options.”

Sarah and I have been talking about moving out of Boston for a while, and actually I had already applied for a few jobs since Christmas - Boston is super expensive, I’m losing half my paycheque to rent, and my family and lot of our friends are out west. Random’s family owns land in Colorado and Sarah already spends time there most years, so we’ve been talking about moving to Denver or Boulder. So when the school told me that I might lose my position, I put in a bunch of applications, and even had a couple of interviews earlier this month, which I think went well. I won’t hear back about anything until mid-May at the earliest, but I’m obviously hoping I get an offer.

In the meantime, however, I can’t decide if my work environment has actually gotten worse or if I just have a serious case of senioritis (or both). What I do know is that I’m considerably more annoyed at work than I have been previously, and that it’s starting to bleed into my interactions, in particular with my boss, the center director.

I’m at least fairly sure that it’s partly that my job has gotten worse. Without funding or a new grant, a lot of my job doesn’t exist right now, and the director has been filling that void with a lot of tedious work for him. It’s not nearly as bad as the director at Northeastern who basically wanted me to be his secretary (I’m not, for example, typing handwritten responses to emails or answering his phone for him), but he does have the tendency to hand off anything he doesn’t want to think about, including but not limited to filling in forms, booking travel, and emailing people for more information. The latter is by far the most frustrating, as there have been several times when he’s given me really misleading or straight out wrong information, and I’ve ended up spending hours chasing down entirely the wrong rabbithole. For some reason, he’s also incredibly bad at understanding budgets (like, has asked me “what is this amount” on a spreadsheet that clearly read “something - $x,” so I’ve had to answer “well, it’s this and it costs this amount, that’s why that word is next to it”). As budgeting is kind of all we’re doing right now, this means we’ve had lots of long, very frustrating conversations where I’ve had to explain the same things that I consider super obvious over and over again, and while, as anyone who knows me can attest, I do accept that patience is a virtue, it is not a virtue I possess.

Everyone is also obviously super on edge because of the funding situation, and I admit, the lamentations of the faculty about losing funding are getting on my nerves because none of their positions are at risk. But in the last few weeks, the school has reversed its position again and decided that they’ll provide funding to keep me on, so I guess technically now mine isn’t either? Except I didn’t know that for weeks on end, even up to the day I was originally going to be terminated, so it’s hard not to be at least a little pissy about how they’ve handled the whole thing.

But I’m pretty sure I also just have senioritis, and I really don’t like how it’s affecting my interactions with the director. I think it’s also that I’ve gotten over-peopled - I’m not exactly an extrovert, and I can count on one hand the number of people I actually can be around all of the time without eventually wanting to murder them. The director is not among them, but he’s a nice guy and a … well, a decent boss, and I don’t want to keep acting like I loath him even though at the moment, I kind of do.

But I have no idea how to stop it, either. One solution would be to take some time off, but I’m also trying to save up my vacation days, both in case I need to go back out to Denver for more interviews/to look at apartments and so that I’ll get as much pay as possible if/when I finally do leave to cover moving costs and setting up a new apartment. I don’t seem to be able to be in the office without feeling stressed out and pissy. There’s no way for both of us to be here and not feel like he’s in my space - I work in a cubicle outside of his office, so he’s constantly coming in and out and interrupting me with questions, and there’s no way for me to signal “not now” or to close myself off (like by closing my door if I had an office). I do get to work from home once a week (actually, according to the department, I’m not supposed to, but he says it’s fine, which is slightly stressful, as well), but that and weekends don’t seem to be enough of a break for me to recover.

Ugh. The whole thing is just ugh. It also makes me worry that this is a repeating problem. I was super fed-up with my coworkers at my last job, as well, but I chalked that up to most of them being total assholes (and the one relatively nice one being a huge racist), but maybe it’s me? Maybe I just can’t work with people day in and day out without eventually hating them, and I will never be able to stay at the same job for more than two years. Ugh.

Hopefully I’ll just get a new job, and I can worry about it in two years, but if anyone has any other suggestions of what I can do to hate everyone less, I’d appreciate it.

#personal #work sucks #adulting is hard

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brian-cdates · 5 years

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39 Awesome Foods with Digestive Enzymes to Boost Your Gut Health

Bloating, constipation, skin breakouts or allergies gotcha down? It could be due to lack of natural digestive enzymes.

What do digestive enzymes do?

The Natural Digestive Enzymes

Enzymes are classified into 3 main types:

Protein specific (protease): Like pepsin, trypsin, chymotrypsin, bromelain, papain

Carbohydrate specific (amylase): Including lactase (for milk), sucrase (complex starches), maltase

Fat specific (lipase)

How are digestive enzymes different from gut bacteria?

What happens if we don’t have enough digestive enzymes?

You can’t break your food down as well and you don’t absorb your nutrients. Without sufficient amounts of digestive enzymes.

How do digestive enzyme deficiencies happen?

A number of triggers may cause digestive enzyme deficiencies such as:

Gut infections (bacterial overgrowth, parasites, etc.)

Chronic stress (without relief, mentally or physically)

Lack of sleep

Lack of water

Poor quality diet and foods

Nutrient deficiencies (eating the same things every day)

Lack of fermentable fibers (fermented foods) and prebiotic foods

Food allergies

Leaky gut

Aging

Autoimmune disease

Low stomach acid

Eating on the go

Not chewing your food enough

Toxic exposure (beauty, cleaning, hygiene, food supplies)

Antibiotic or long term medication use

Poor food hygiene (eating older food, not cleaning your hands properly)

Eating out often (industrial seed oils)

How do I know if I don’t have enough digestive enzymes?

Bloating after meals

Constipation

Skin breakouts

Allergies

Low immunity

Abdominal cramps/pain

GERD or heartburn

Needing laxatives, Gas-X or Tums often

IBS

Thyroid dysfunction

Hormone dysfunction

Autoimmune disease

What can I do to restore my digestive enzymes?

You don’t have to be stuck with low digestive enzyme function or other gut issues forever. Here are 6 simple steps you can take now include:

1. Drink Water.

Ensure you are drinking half your bodyweight in ounces of water each day. Add lemon to boost your intake.

2. Get Your Beauty Sleep.

Our gut lining repairs as we sleep—aim for 7-9 hours each night.

3. Ditch Stress.

4. Boost Stomach Acid.

5. Supplement Smart.

How do I know what digestive enzymes to buy?!

Transformation Enzymes: Digest, CarboG (if you eat starches or fruits often) Designs for Health: Digestzymes Biotics: Intezeyme Forte

Experiment for yourself. You will feel the difference when you find the right enzyme for you.

6. Eat Foods with Natural Digestive Enzymes

Let food be thy medicine. Here are the top natural sources of digestive enzymes you can find in foods. Opt for 1-2 servings of digestive enzyme support foods daily:

Avocado

Sauerkraut

Kefir

Kimchi

Grass-fed Yogurt or Coconut Yogurt

Coconut Aminos

Green-Tipped Bananas

Pickled Cucumbers

Papaya

Mangos

Raw Honey

Pineapple

Figs

Kiwi

Grapes

Onions

Garlic

Ginger

Coconut Oil

Bee Pollen

Cucumber

Cantaloupe

Other digestion-boosting foods that stimulate digestive enzymes include:

Apple Cider Vinegar

Bone Broth

Lemon & Lime

Steamed Beets

Artichokes

Dark Leafy Greens

Cruciferous Veggies: Broccoli, Cauliflower, Brussels sprouts (if not sensitive)

Prebiotic Foods: Cooked & Cooled Potatoes, Green Plantains, Onion

Organic Organ Meats

Chia Seeds

Grass-fed Ghee

Wild Caught Fatty Fish & Extra Virgin Cod Liver Oil

Oregano

Garlic

Turmeric

Cilantro

Fennel

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elizabethbgrimes · 5 years

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39 Awesome Foods with Digestive Enzymes to Boost Your Gut Health

Bloating, constipation, skin breakouts or allergies gotcha down? It could be due to lack of natural digestive enzymes.

What do digestive enzymes do?

The Natural Digestive Enzymes

Enzymes are classified into 3 main types:

Protein specific (protease): Like pepsin, trypsin, chymotrypsin, bromelain, papain

Carbohydrate specific (amylase): Including lactase (for milk), sucrase (complex starches), maltase

Fat specific (lipase)

How are digestive enzymes different from gut bacteria?

What happens if we don’t have enough digestive enzymes?

You can’t break your food down as well and you don’t absorb your nutrients. Without sufficient amounts of digestive enzymes.

How do digestive enzyme deficiencies happen?

A number of triggers may cause digestive enzyme deficiencies such as:

Gut infections (bacterial overgrowth, parasites, etc.)

Chronic stress (without relief, mentally or physically)

Lack of sleep

Lack of water

Poor quality diet and foods

Nutrient deficiencies (eating the same things every day)

Lack of fermentable fibers (fermented foods) and prebiotic foods

Food allergies

Aging

Leaky gut

Autoimmune disease

Low stomach acid

Eating on the go

Not chewing your food enough

Toxic exposure (beauty, cleaning, hygiene, food supplies)

Antibiotic or long term medication use

Poor food hygiene (eating older food, not cleaning your hands properly)

Eating out often (industrial seed oils)

How do I know if I don’t have enough digestive enzymes?

Bloating after meals

Constipation

Skin breakouts

Allergies

Low immunity

Abdominal cramps/pain

GERD or heartburn

Needing laxatives, Gas-X or Tums often

IBS

Thyroid dysfunction

Hormone dysfunction

Autoimmune disease

What can I do to restore my digestive enzymes?

You don’t have to be stuck with low digestive enzyme function or other gut issues forever.

Here are 6 simple steps you can take now include:

1. Drink Water.

Ensure you are drinking half your bodyweight in ounces of water each day. Add lemon to boost your intake.

2. Get Your Beauty Sleep.

Our gut lining repairs as we sleep—aim for 7-9 hours each night.

3. Ditch Stress.

4. Boost Stomach Acid.

5. Supplement Smart.

How do I know what digestive enzymes to buy?!

Transformation Enzymes: Digest, CarboG (if you eat starches or fruits often) Designs for Health: Digestzymes Biotics: Intezeyme Forte

Experiment for yourself. You will feel the difference when you find the right enzyme for you.

6. Eat Foods with Natural Digestive Enzymes

Let food be thy medicine. Here are the top natural sources of digestive enzymes you can find in foods. Opt for 1-2 servings of digestive enzyme support foods daily:

Avocado

Sauerkraut

Kefir

Kimchi

Grass-fed Yogurt or Coconut Yogurt

Coconut Aminos

Green-Tipped Bananas

Pickled Cucumbers

Papaya

Mangos

Raw Honey

Pineapple

Figs

Kiwi

Grapes

Onions

Garlic

Ginger

Coconut Oil

Bee Pollen

Cucumber

Cantaloupe

Other digestion-boosting foods that stimulate digestive enzymes include:

Apple Cider Vinegar

Bone Broth

Lemon & Lime

Artichokes

Dark Leafy Greens

Cruciferous Veggies: Broccoli, Cauliflower, Brussels sprouts (if not sensitive)

Prebiotic Foods: Cooked & Cooled Potatoes, Green Plantains, Onion

Chia Seeds

Grass-fed Ghee

Wild Caught Fatty Fish & Extra Virgin Cod Liver Oil

Oregano

Garlic

Turmeric

Organic Organ Meats

Cilantro

Steamed Beets

Fennel

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39 Awesome Foods with Digestive Enzymes to Boost Your Gut Health

Bloating, constipation, skin breakouts or allergies gotcha down? It could be due to lack of natural digestive enzymes.

What do digestive enzymes do?

The Natural Digestive Enzymes

Enzymes are classified into 3 main types:

Protein specific (protease): Like pepsin, trypsin, chymotrypsin, bromelain, papain

Carbohydrate specific (amylase): Including lactase (for milk), sucrase (complex starches), maltase

Fat specific (lipase)

How are digestive enzymes different from gut bacteria?

What happens if we don’t have enough digestive enzymes?

You can’t break your food down as well and you don’t absorb your nutrients. Without sufficient amounts of digestive enzymes.

How do digestive enzyme deficiencies happen?

A number of triggers may cause digestive enzyme deficiencies such as:

Gut infections (bacterial overgrowth, parasites, etc.)

Chronic stress (without relief, mentally or physically)

Lack of sleep

Lack of water

Poor quality diet and foods

Nutrient deficiencies (eating the same things every day)

Lack of fermentable fibers (fermented foods) and prebiotic foods

Food allergies

Leaky gut

Aging

Autoimmune disease

Low stomach acid

Eating on the go

Not chewing your food enough

Toxic exposure (beauty, cleaning, hygiene, food supplies)

Antibiotic or long term medication use

Poor food hygiene (eating older food, not cleaning your hands properly)

Eating out often (industrial seed oils)

How do I know if I don’t have enough digestive enzymes?

Bloating after meals

Constipation

Skin breakouts

Allergies

Low immunity

Abdominal cramps/pain

GERD or heartburn

Needing laxatives, Gas-X or Tums often

IBS

Thyroid dysfunction

Hormone dysfunction

Autoimmune disease

What can I do to restore my digestive enzymes?

You don’t have to be stuck with low digestive enzyme function or other gut issues forever. Here are 6 simple steps you can take now include:

1. Drink Water.

Ensure you are drinking half your bodyweight in ounces of water each day. Add lemon to boost your intake.

2. Get Your Beauty Sleep.

Our gut lining repairs as we sleep—aim for 7-9 hours each night.

3. Ditch Stress.

4. Boost Stomach Acid.

5. Supplement Smart.

How do I know what digestive enzymes to buy?!

Transformation Enzymes: Digest, CarboG (if you eat starches or fruits often) Designs for Health: Digestzymes Biotics: Intezeyme Forte

Experiment for yourself. You will feel the difference when you find the right enzyme for you.

6. Eat Foods with Natural Digestive Enzymes

Let food be thy medicine. Here are the top natural sources of digestive enzymes you can find in foods. Opt for 1-2 servings of digestive enzyme support foods daily:

Avocado

Sauerkraut

Kefir

Kimchi

Grass-fed Yogurt or Coconut Yogurt

Coconut Aminos

Green-Tipped Bananas

Pickled Cucumbers

Papaya

Mangos

Raw Honey

Pineapple

Figs

Kiwi

Grapes

Onions

Garlic

Ginger

Coconut Oil

Bee Pollen

Cucumber

Cantaloupe

Other digestion-boosting foods that stimulate digestive enzymes include:

Apple Cider Vinegar

Bone Broth

Lemon & Lime

Steamed Beets

Artichokes

Dark Leafy Greens

Cruciferous Veggies: Broccoli, Cauliflower, Brussels sprouts (if not sensitive)

Prebiotic Foods: Cooked & Cooled Potatoes, Green Plantains, Onion

Organic Organ Meats

Chia Seeds

Grass-fed Ghee

Wild Caught Fatty Fish & Extra Virgin Cod Liver Oil

Oregano

Garlic

Turmeric

Cilantro

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