#but also I don't eat food I don't like and my weight is extremely stable

[theunaestheticstudyblr]

Sometimes making small changes have a BIG impact on your success and mindset. This is something I had to work HARD to realize and make happen for me. And these small changes take time to actually manifest change. But my life now compared to how it was two years ago? It was worth every act of discipline, every tear, every earlier morning. Two years ago I was extremely depressed, focused on my weight, failing classes constantly, just in a terrible spot. And then I started making changes because I didn't want to be like that anymore. And these changes don't cure things, but they can help change your mindset a little. A big driver in my depression was my anxiety and OCD, so helping those helped that as well. I still have depression, anxiety, OCD, all of that, but I can manage it now better than ever and I'm getting better each week. I've been passing my classes now. I got myself out of bad situations and cut ties to people who weren't good for me.

But this all started by making me make my bed every morning. That was the first small step. Just pull the covers back up to the pillows. I don't even make it look nice. Just covered. Get up, brush my teeth, then make the bed.

One thing I started doing was writing a sentence or two a day about that day. Make a to-do list for the week and then every day just write something. Now I keep a journal and I have fun with it! When I first started, it was awful and sometimes reading the things I used to write breaks my heart. But I also saw my gradual growth and change as well as my days started getting better and my thoughts were getting better as well.

For every bad thing I'd say about myself, I'd say something neutral or even positive. For example, if I looked in the mirror and say I'm fat, I'd have to find something I'm neutral or positive about and omg this was EXTREMELY hard for me. Because usually what follows a neutral comment like "I have long hair" would be a negative comment about it and you sit there and fight with yourself. But just yesterday I went shopping and I thought I looked AMAZING. The fights with yourself and the tears and frustration are 100% worth that feeling of finally actually seeing yourself and being like damn look at that hotty.

Eating at least 2 meals a day with snacks in between was a major game changer. I eat breakfast now every day and usually a late lunch and have snacks. And as someone who is recovering from an ED, it feels like a lot of food, but my body needs it. If a child were hungry, I would give them a snack. So why not myself? And by eating more, I have become more stable mentally and happier. I still don't eat as much as I should which is apparent by my major mood swings, but i am doing so much better and my life has improved significantly since. Honestly, making sure I eat at least 2 meals a day has probably made the largest impact for me all across the board. I study better, I maintain relationships better, I sleep better, etc.

Moving every day helps me so much too. My depression gets bad when I stay inside for long periods of time so going out for a walk every day or to the beach or something has helped me more than I'd like to admit. I know this is so stereotypical. Get up and stretch. Get sun. But it helped me so much. Sometimes the walk is just to my mailbox. Sometimes it's a 6 mile walk on the beach. I never push myself though. I'm not going to force myself to spend precious energy on a long, hot walk. And I don't go for runs or bike rides or anything like that because I don't enjoy them. So don't force yourself to do things that you don't like and don't overexert yourself. That's counterproductive tbh.

And on a monthly basis, I buy myself flowers and make a bouquet, deep clean the house, get photos printed, and go out for dessert. You have to give yourself little treats! Treats are very important and give you something to be excited and work for!

#study blog #student #student life #productivity #school advice #university advice #long reads #long post #life advice #advice

[compassionatereminders]

Hi! Summer is absolutely killing me but I have great news and want some dorky ideas to consider so figured I'd send an ask! So it is almost my cats' third birthday! They had an extremely rough start and almost had to be put down the day they were born and were all very underweight and mama had been in terrible condition even before the drama of birthing (her almost dying was why they all almost had to be put down) but by some miracle... I now have four cats! Three are illegal and secret but it's okay they aren't my cats they're hers technically. And she is allowed here. Technically... So anyway we celebrate their birthday and then the next day mamas rebirthday since the day after "putting her down" I got the call that the vet wanted to do surgery for free and she bounced back... Scarily well. My little runt was meant to die anyway and mama should have been a lot worse than she was... They're tough little beasts! So now it's a couple of months before their birthdays and I need plans!!! They always get toys and cuddles and some kind of treat (usually baked which they don't usually like and last year's batch was actually nicer to me than them because they cooked too crunchy but they were cheese biscuit things I improvised last minute!)... But I've had a good year. It's been really hard but last year was actually good and I've made a lot of progress and I'm more stable than I have been in most of my life. And it's thanks to my girls. So... Dorkiest cat birthday ideas possible would be great! I'm also considering having mum take me back to the vet with a little goodie bag of snacks and mints and stuff and some pictures of my beasts to show off to say thanks again because I got three years so far with kittens who were meant to die on their birthday or if I hadn't found mama... Maybe a few days later at most because she wouldn't have made it either. They are so naughty and stinky and are evil geniuses who torment me constantly but now I have to get up to feed them which means I get up and eat too, when I had covid my least cuddly one spent the whole week pressed to my chest purring nonstop, if I get bad with food mama stomps on my bladder and screams in my face until I eat in front of her and apologize for not remembering that being alive and healthy means more than my weight. My little runt is a bully and needs so much love, and my awful little potato is a spiteful bitch... But cuddles almost every night and loves me more than anyone else even her mama and sisters. They deserve the most embarrassingly dorky birthday possible and while I suck at planning so it won't happen... I wanna add as much as I can remember to make it extra special this year. I'm considering trying to learn to sew with mum so we can make them toys with material they'd love too but mum is worse at planning than I am so it probably won't happen! But yeah this turned into an I love my cats rant oops but any ideas would be appreciated! Hope you're doing well and have a great day/night!

Congratulations to the kitties! If they are willing to humor you, I would consider buying them fancy outfits (and or/hats) and do the worlds most adorable photo shoot. Also you should totally write a song or a poem about how much you love them and why and learn it by heart. Or well, these are things I'd do beyond treats, toys and pats

#chat with kat #animal illness tw

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Tw for weight issues, potential ED and mention of EDs, unhealthy behaviors, emetophobia tw, meds

I wanted to know if there's a name for this so that I can start tackling it better?

In high school I was a normal weight. I wasn't overweight but my friends were all taller and underweight. I would sometimes get teased for being "chubby" and not dieting (like having people at lunch make comments about what I was eating and point the calories out), but never let it bother me. I knew my BMI was fine, it just looked like I had a chubbier shape from being short, and from my friends having a different body type.

In university I started to get intense panic attacks, which would lead to vomiting. I know some people gain weight in college but I went in the totally opposite direction. Panic would make me throw up, and I'd lose my appetite for days. I lost 30% of my body weight.

I graduated now, but I have never been able to put back on the weight I lost. And I'm still stuck in the cycle of throwing up during intense panic attacks, and then being unable to eat for a few days. However... I then started getting into the habit of binge eating?

I'll go over this week, for example:

Day 1 - Feeling anxious, might still manage a few bites of a very small snack which I don't finish, but overall not have much appetite and be feeling nauseous the whole day so for the most part I'll be avoiding food Day 2 - Finally the feelings of anxiety are too much to bear, and I'll throw up while experiencing other panic symptoms like heart palpitations, racing thoughts, tension headaches, etc. (sometimes for several hours straight, even if I don't have anything in my stomach, or if I try to drink water I just throw up the water and have kind of "foamy vomit"), No food Day 3 - Panic has subsided but I'll still have no appetite. No food Day 4 - Binge eat a variety of different foods, usually at night (even though I know you're "not supposed to eat" at night, but whatever)

I've had trouble with doctors because just based on my weight alone, they'll accuse me of being anorexic. I've had family members suspect that I'm anorexic too. Finally, I had someone point out that I looked like I had sialadenosis (swollen salivary glands, which I know people associate with bulimia).

However, forgive me if I'm wrong but I always grew up with the thought that eating disorders had to do with people who don't want to gain weight, or who purposely want to lose weight, while in my case, I'm not trying to lose weight, and actually feel extremely unsatisfied that I don't weight more?

Eating disorders were a huge thing at my high school and it always had to do with them feeling too heavy and wanting to avoid putting on weight, from what they said around me. But when I vomit or don't eat, it's not because I don't want to gain weight. It's because my body is responding to extreme stress. And the binging will be because after going for a while without eating, I get hit by a huge amount of hunger and tend to overdo it (not purposely but just I get cravings and want to keep eating lots of different things).

A doctor prescribed me a medication that's supposed to help me with my appetite, but the problem is that it causes drowsiness in me, so I'll take it and start to feel a little hungry but then I fall asleep before I eat anything. I have tiredness all throughout the day, so there's no time to take it when I'm less sleepy since I'm basically always sleepy. I've also tried some anxiety medications and one helps me but I still get panic attacks, I know medication is supposed to go hand in hand with lifestyle changes, but my life feels like it's super chaotic and unstable for a bunch of reasons so instead of having a stable life, I just jump from one panic-inducing life situation to the next.

Do you have any experience in knowing what this is called, and how to deal with it? Thank you.

Hi anon,

First of all I'm sorry about what you've been through, and thank you for sharing your experience.

It seems like you may be dealing with a complex combination of symptoms related to food, anxiety, and panic attacks. While I'm not an expert in eating disorders, I can do my best to listen and provide suggestions based on my limited knowledge of eating disorders. Ultimately, it's important to seek professional help to receive an accurate assessment and diagnosis.

From my understanding, anorexia essentially means that you avoid eating as much as possible and when you do eat, it's insufficient. However, it sounds like you may be dealing with some kind of binge purge cycle where you eat a lot but throw up. But, like you said, bulimia necessitates voluntary purging, whereas in your case it sounds like you're throwing up out of anxiety and panic, rather than intentionally expelling any food. Unfortunately I'm not sure what this could be.

It sounds like the medication your doctor prescribed isn't really helping, and you may want to consider having a conversation with your doctor to explore other options. It's also worth noting that while something like an anxiety medication is supposed to go hand in hand with lifestyle changes, it can serve as sort of a safety net during this tumultuous time. I know when I started medication at 16 I was dangerously depressed and was only just embarking on my recovery journey, so for a long time the medication was pretty much doing all the work until I could get on my feet and pull my own weight, and that's okay. If it makes your life any easier then it's needed.

I think a key thing that's missing from this equation is what may be causing your panic attacks and anxiety, as these are symptoms of a larger problem. It's seems very apparent that your panic attacks are debilitating, making you go days without eating, which is really bad for your body and your overall health. I'm not sure if you know where this panic or anxiety is coming from, but it could be something to explore with the guidance of a mental health professional such as a therapist, ideally one who specializes in eating disorders. Even if you don't immediately discover the source of your panic, a therapist could help you minimize the effects of your panic attacks, and hopefully work up to a more consistent diet.

I hope I could help. If anyone has any comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. Otherwise, please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #trauma details #tw abuse #tw emotional abuse

[frenchfrysword]

I notice my paranoia/fear around food (aka food makes me "ill" thus I should quit) is becoming more present again. Would be really neat if I'd had any form of treatment to discuss this, but I don't.

Just feeling a little lost. I've been stable for longer than ever in like 4+ years and I'm still not comfortable leaning back in the comfort that I'm recovered.

I've done this before. Recover on my own and then stay OK for months (like, almost one and a half years that time!) but after that I had the worst relapse ever and yet again had to do it all by myself.

Also lost all faith in treatment. I have never felt seen or understood by them, get extremely frustrated with the endless cycle of "just eat your meal plan and don't compensate" therapies. Also no clue what kind of therapy would work, cause my eating disorder isn't just an irrational extreme fear of weight gain, but also autism, loneliness, depression, suicidal ideation, chronic illness/disability, gender fuckery, being poor, not having a reliable support network, trauma...

#personal #ed recovery

[brinnanza]

man I don’t wanna like, get on my friends’ cases about their diet chat but like I Am Literally Begging You To Love Yourself

#some of my friends are doing some intermediate fasting thing and like #what if instead u just eat when ur hungry and stop when you're not #tw diet chat #they made a separate disco server to chat about it but it still gets referenced every so often and I'm just like #You Don't Have To Do This #idk I have a somewhat fraught relationship with food anyway because ::gestures:: #and while diet chat is not exactly a *trigger* for me #it's not not a trigger yknow? #idk I have been so so much happier and more confident since I stopped caring about food being healthy or not #I eat a *lot* of garbage and I exercise never and I could probably stand to improve either of those #but also I don't eat food I don't like and my weight is extremely stable #if I've gained quarantine weight I haven't noticed #I'm unhealthy for lots of reasons but my diet isn't one of them #I just want my friends to love themselves as they are

[ch4nb4ng]

Evil Roommate

pairing: leeknow x afab!reader, roommates enemies to lovers

warnings: softdom!lino, cheating (mentioned), making out, grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering penetration, cum play (?), praise

requested : yes!

word count 6.2k

summary: the new roommate was a handful. lazy, disrespectful, arrogant, and a whole bunch of other negative things. but wow, you were sexually frustrated and he, well, attractive, was an understatement.

“Can you actually like, wash your kitchen utensils when you're done using them?”

The amount of huffing and puffing you have heard from your new roommate in the past two weeks was ridiculous. If you had a dollar for every time he had gone against anything you had politely asked for, you would be rich by now, and definitely stable enough to move out and away from him.

“I will,” he mumbled, mouth stuffed with half of the carrot he was chewing on, very loudly, “can I not enjoy my food first?”

“No,” you replied without hesitation, giving the fakest of smiles in return, “you should do it before you eat.”

Another eye roll from Minho was like water off a duck’s back.

“I'd also appreciate it if you didn’t talk to me with your mouth full of food either.”

“What the fuck is your problem?”

You coughed, turning on your hills to face a very unimpressed roommate. His stare was eye shattering. Yes, he was very, no, extremely good looking. However, every single thing that made up his personality could not be more different to you. Sloppy, messy, lazy. Took no responsibility for any of his actions, especially the high pitch noises (that obviously were not his) you would hear from his room in the early hours of the morning. You would pinch your pillow together, praying extremely hard that the noise would stop, and by the time it did, you would get maybe 2, 3 hours of sleep. College was becoming tiring, not only from staying up to complete assessments, but the lewd noises you could hear from at least 2 people in his room. Your blunt attitude towards Minho’s unhygienic and disrespectful habits were definitely justified.

“What are you talking about?”

“Why do you nitpick everything I do?”

Your jaw dropped, completely dumbfounded.

“Me? Nitpicking you? Please,” you scoffed, “you don't clean up after yourself ever, you leave your dirty clothes everywhere, and don't even get me started on the fact that I barely get any sleep because of your wild sex adventures with other people that occur almost every weeknight, when you know I have to wake up early to go to class next day.”

A combination of frustration and exhaustion could be heard through the harshness of each breath. The smirk that appeared on his face was absolutely punch worthy. What on earth was there to be so cocky of?

“My wild sex adventures,” he paused taking a bite of the dreaded carrot, “please, tell me more about my wild sex adventures.”

His tongue was now obviously pressed against his cheek, a devil coated smile still very apparent on his face. The longer he was looking at you like that, the hotter your cheeks became. Pure anger began to course through you; all he had to do was sit there and look pretty. It was definitely enough for you to get the green light to slap him across the face.

“Shut the fuck up,” you hissed, “I don’t need to explain how I can hear them moaning your name every night, or the banging I hear from wall to-”

“Hmm,” he hummed, “you seem to be listening very well.”

Distracted by your anger for a brief moment, you gasped suddenly, feeling Minho’s fingertips at your sides. You turned around, swatting his hands away, giving him that slap that you felt you had earned across the face.

“Who the fuck said you could touch me?

“Did you just fucking slap me?”

“Yes I fucking did,” you spat, “what do you take me for?”

“You know what you’re right, but you walk around here with a stick up your ass. I hear you on the phone to your friends, complaining about how you don't get any action from anyone.”

You stood there in disbelief. “So you’ve been eavesdropping on my convos as well?”

“Well it’s kind of hard not to hear, you know, the walls in this house are kind of thin.”

Your jaw clenched, his eyebrows furrowed, the conversation was at a stand still.

“Can you get to the point please?”

“I sure can sweetheart,” the name sending a shiver down your spine, “if you're that sexually frustrated, go and do something about it instead of taking it out on me?”

A laugh that you didn't even know you were capable of bellowed from your chest. You stumbled back, grabbing onto stool behind the bench for support.

“Me? Sexually frustrated? Please,” you huffed, “I’m not sexually frustrated, and it definitely has nothing to do with you.”

Another scoff escaped your lips as you shuffled back to your room. Closing the door behind you, a heavy sigh came from your chest as you sat on the edge of your bed. How on earth was he able to read you like that? So well and so accurate? It was all you could think about, not to mention the fact that it was also night time simultaneously.

You let your body fall onto your bed sheets. The feeling of restlessness was consuming your body. As you crawled into bed, you looked straight into the ceiling. Why were you thinking about his words so much? Were you really taking it out on him? You shook your head, mentally slapping yourself for even considering the thought.

Minho was a lazy slob who was extremely inconsiderate of others, especially you. But why was the thought of his fingers on your sides becoming the main source of agitation.? The silence of your thoughts was deafening, but they were easily interrupted as soon as you heard the door open, a high pitched voice followed what felt like the most ludicrous creek you had ever heard. ‘I should really put some oil on the door huh?’ You paused for a couple of seconds, this time physically face palming yourself for the dumb excuse you had made to see who he had decided to bring over to accompany him tonight. Legs completely ignoring your brain, you were out of bed, hand twisting the knob and peeking a look at the poor girl that would be subjected to Minho’s torture tonight. Tip toeing out of the doorway, you kept the weight of a feather on your toes, making yourself as invisible as possible.

“Y/n?”

Your pink panther stance of attempted deception looked utterly ridiculous and not sly at all was extremely confusing to the two. You quickly relaxed into a normal stance, the fakest of smiles coming across your face as you see who it is he brought home to have his way with.

“Chaeyeon… heyyy,” you lingered, “I didn’t know you were coming over.”

You would have been happy with literally anyone else. But Chaeyeon? Chaeyeon? It’s like she was your number one arch rival. Minho knew how much you hated her, yet he still let her come over. Everything about her you could not stand, not to mention the fact that she home wrecked your last serious relationship. Even though it was a while ago, you can forgive but not forget, her face being a constant reminder of your hurtful past.

“Oh hey Y/N,” she almost signed, her amount of excitement to see you matching yours, “I didn’t know you lived here.”

The arm he had around her waist made you sick.

“There’s a lot of things you don't know about me,” you mumbled, foot swaying back and forth, eyes focused on said foot.

“Okay, so you guys have had a little reunion,” Minho interrupted. Anything would have been better to break the awkward silence than his sarcastic comments, “we’re gonna go to my room now.”

“NO!” you interjected, covering the hallway with every bit of your being, “I mean, what’s the rush huh? Changbin is coming over as well.”

You paused, Minho’s face clearly cussing you out if yelling was inappropriate at this current moment.

“Uh no thanks Y/N-”

“We should all hang out!”

The excitement coming from your voice was so inauthentic, it was hard to miss.

“Yeah! Let’s all hang out,” you walked behind them, placing a hand on each of their backs and you hurried them to the couch, “I’ll get some beers in the fridge.”

“I actually only drink vodka,” Chaeyeon yawns, obnoxiously twirling her hair, her other hand aggravatingly high on his thigh.

“Oh that’s totally fine,” you gritted through tightly clenched teeth, “we have a bottle in the fridge, I’ll grab that for you as well.”

You scuffled back over to the fridge, mentally cursing yourself as you grabbed the necessary beverages. The confusion you were giving yourself about why you were putting in so much effort to spend time with the two people you literally hated more than anything was mind baffling

“So,” you began again, passing a Corona to Minho, a glass to Chaeyeon, “how have you been finding your course so far?”

You sat the Smirnoff and Orange juice on the table. Yes, you were being nice, but not nice enough to pour the drink for this bitch.

“Oh it was so great,” she smiled, “Jisung and I were living together, it was, well, a dream really.”

The feeling of your nails became prominent in your fists as your fingers caved in. The mention of his name was enough to make you see red, let alone the idea of them being happily together. The itch of your eye begging to roll was becoming too prominent, so much that you had to get up and walk away for a second. You stood up abruptly, confusion etched into Minho’s features. You didn’t want to make this a big deal, but the fact that she continued to gloat about it, long after you stopped listening was enough to reach your breaking point.

“I think I heard my phone ringing from my room, it must be Changbin.”

“I don't think I hear anything,” Minho smirked, plastering his lips on the edge of the bottle. The way his lips wrapped around the tip of the warm glass was something you ‘accidentally’ became fixated on. You puffed your cheeks, storming to your room and somewhat aggressively shutting the door behind you. Scrambling for your phone on the bedside table, you panicked, unclear mind as you scrolled through your phone contacts. You paused, an inducing amount of oxygen filling up your lungs. It did little to calm the irritated tingling sensation in your fingers.

Changbin’s name had finally popped up on your phone after what had felt like a lifetime.

“Hello?”

His voice was husky, guilt panging your chest as you realsied you had probably woken him up from his not very often deep slumber.

“Changbin,” you gasped, “you know how much I love you right?”

“What do you need me to do?”

You snickered at his words. He had been your friend for too long to know that those words would never be said unless you needed something.

“Can you come over,” you pleaded, “Chaeyeon is here with Minho because he invited her over late at night, and I told them you were coming over?”

“Jesus Y/n,” Changbin sighed, a playful chuckle tickling your cheek, “so you want me to come over and make Minho jealous?”

“Wait no wtf,” you jumbled, “make Minho jealous? I just want you to flirt with me and Chaeyeon so she leaves.”

“Mhm yeah,” he chuckled once more, voice laced with sarcasm as he spoke, “I’ll come over, but if you don't sleep with him by the end of the night, I’m gonna be extremely disappointed.”

“Yeah okay whatever just get your ass over here now.”

And with that you abruptly ended the phone call, Changbin giving you no peace of mind. Were you this easy to read by everybody? A frustrated sigh exploded from your chest. The games your head and your heart were playing with were helping you come to no resolution. You sat on your bed, thoughts were running crazy. Now would be a really great time to just put on Netflix and curl into bed, have some snacks and fall asleep, chip trail on ur chest to be found in the morning.

You were interrupted by the very loud knock on the door. Sprinting like your life depended on it, you were relieved. Seeing Changbin’s face had never before given you so much joy.

“Changbin,” you shouted, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace.

“Y/n what are you doing-”

“Shut up and go along with it,” you mumbled into his chest, letting up, but still keeping your body tightly wounded against his. Minho’s jaw became clenched, or were you just imagining things?

Regardless of what it was, your brain quickly shifted to the way Chaeyeon was eyeing Changbin up and down, almost like it was the first time she had ever seen an attractive male. ‘She definitely wasn’t looking at Minho like that when he walked in’ you thought, an unconscious smirk coming to mouth. You bit down on your bottom lip, an extremely poor attempt at masking the satisfaction of your goal being achieved so easily. One step closer to kicking her out, for good, because there was no way you weren’t talking to Minho after this about making an explicit declaration of her abandonment from this house.

“Minho,” he smiled, earning a nod, “Chaeyeon,” he smirked, an almost gag spilling out of your mouth.

“Changbin,” she followed, repeating his smirk, “long time no see.”

She gulped, engulfing a large sip of alcohol into her wicked mouth.

“Let’s play a game!”

“A game,” you questioned, raising an eyebrow, “why would we play-”

“I think that’s a great idea!”

You turned to look at him, a puzzled expression still very apparent on your facial features.

“Get the vodka out from the fridge, and let’s get started.”

***

Two bottles of vodka down, and what looked like 8 bottles of Corona sitting empty on the table, the games that were being played were becoming more difficult to comprehend. Sound of giggle and laughter constantly filled the room as everyone slowly began to lose their minds to the intoxication.

“O-okay, never have I e-ever, done a sexual act in public.”

Filters of chuckles and laughter filled the room as everyone, but you took a sip.

“What?” she asked, offering you her fake sympathy, “you’ve never done anything like that before?”

“I-I mean,” you stuttered, the look of confusion was evident, “I don’t think I have-”

“Yes you have.”

All eyes were snapped open and pressing into Minho’s skull as he began to converse.

“Pfft, no I have not,” you scoffed, taking another swig. An eye roll left came from Minho, followed by a sound of what seemed to be disgust as he shot gunned his current bottle.

“Yes you have,” he nagged, playfully hitting your shoulder, “I saw you.”

Complete silence fell over the room as he words lingered in the air. You genuinely had no idea what he was talking about.The feeling of the room had suddenly changed. His eyes became soft, fixated on nothing but the way your body slumped against the rough material of the couch.

Your mind began to drift. Thoughts floating into earlier scenes of the night. The closeness of his breath fanning your neck ever so softly, palms spread across your hips. The idea of marks on you swimming into your head. God that would feel so good. Letting him grab you and throw you onto his bed. Climbing up your frame, starting from the bottom of your legs, keeping a tight grip on your inner thighs. The feeling of faint lips stealing every inch of your being, tantalisingly hitting every, single, spot, finally reaching your-

“Y/N? Y/N!”

The feeling of Changbin's shaking your shoulders definitely brought you back to reality. His hands did feel nice, but they weren’t the ones you were longing for. Your head was thrown back, disbelief filling you as your mind continued to fill the gutter.

“When?”

As you moved closer, you giggled, placing your finger tip across his knee. You let them dance, index fingers tapping away at the skin you so desperately wanted to see in this moment.

“Mr. Lee Minho, when did you see me?”

“I’m not saying it here in front of-”

“Who? Chaeyeon?”

Your prowling continued, bodies even closer as you slowly began to climb him like an inanimate object. This would have been completely awkward sober. Nothing about this was romantic in the slightest. To an outsider, or Changbin and Chaeyeon, you were right there, situated across Minho’s lap. It wasn’t quite a straddle, it was just something. They both stayed quiet, paying little attention to your animalistic act, already focused on feeling each other up. Or so you assumed, seeing as they didn’t say anything. All that was heard was the sound of the front door. You snapped your head for a quick moment, eyes scanning the emptiness the room suddenly felt.

“It was in the car.”

Minho’s words felt heavy, like he had more to say.

“The car?”

You were taken aback, face moving away from the closeness of his. Part of your brain clicked, remembering exactly what he was talking about. With Jisung. The memory of hurt was quickly forgotten as the feeling of Minho’s palms spread across your body was bringing you to life. The adrenaline came all at once. Your mind was telling you to move away, but your body was saying something else, affirming it’s position.

Minho was leaning in, barely any spaces between the two as his fingertips began to spread lower and lower, firmly gripping either side of your ass as he moved you closer. A helpless whimper escaped your lips as you felt your legs tighten, heat running down to your core, quickly. What the fuck was happening right now?

“You were on top of him,” he whispered, pulling your hips against him once more, “just like this.”

“F-fuck,” was all that managed to slip out of your lips. This was becoming difficult. So difficult to say no and move away. You knew it was the right thing to do. Things would just be awkward and you could go back to hating him. No matter how much you tried, how much you wanted to, you were powerless. Every fiber of your being was being given up to him. You leaned in closer, foreheads now touching as you looked at him. His gaze was anything but lacklustre as his jaw became tense. His body began to ache simultaneously with yours. The pressure was becoming too much.

“Do you want this?”

“What?”

A small whine escaped you at the loss of his tips gripping your body. They quickly made their way to either side of your face. Your body began to rock back and forth on it’s own. You had become desperate for any sort of friction that you could create.

“I said, do you want this?”

“Do you?”

His expression made you nervous. It was hard to read. All you could see was the black substance of his pupils enlarge, increasing in diameter by the second. Almost like a supernatural being was possessing him.

“Fuck,” you grunted, wrapping your hands around his neck to steady yourself on top of him, “you’re making it hard to say no.”

Things were already becoming hazy the longer you stayed. A huff of frustration came from him as he was giving all his effort not to give into the way you were rubbing your dampening heat against him. It was like a drug he could not refuse.

“Kiss me if you want me.”

He huffed, the edge of his lips just barely brushing against the tip of your nose.

“Kiss me, and give me the green light.”

You waited a moment, any part of your brain that wasn't concentrated solely on his palms digging into your sides trying to reason. You looked at him once more. His eyes, nose, lips. His lips.

“Fuck it.”

He was quick to work, pushing you down to lie flat against the couch. A small kiss to your lips was felt as he pulled away, lifting his arms up and throwing his shirt to the floor at Usain Bolt pace. The smirk on your face was too easy for him not to see.

“You like what you fucking see don’t you?”

“Just shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

Of course. Of course he was still that arrogant cocky motherfucker that you could not stand. The one who never cleaned up after himself. Or took too long in the shower for the hot water to run out. All of these evil perceptions you had of your roommate were disappearing as his lips were gently placed onto yours. It was a little too slow for your liking, but it was deep. Boy, was it deep. Each movement of his tongue was made with so much precision as he lowered himself onto you. His thighs were clenched, a soft groan could be heard against his lips as his groin pressed into you. Holy fuck, were you really doing this? It was so wrong. Everything in the world was saying to stop, stop this.

“Mm- wait,” you paused your hands on his chest to push him away, “wait.”

A flash of panic waved over his eyes as he quickly jumped off of you, face palming the floor.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you-”

“I’m fine,” you interjected, giggling at the never been seen care and caution he had for you, “I just don’t think we should do this.”

“Oh,” was all he could say. You kept your gaze lowered; looking at him would have made you feel so guilty. The feeling of regret started to seep into your bones, but you couldn't tell: was it regret of this ever happening, or was it regret from stopping? Your head was too muddled to even attempt to comprehend what had just appended. The only sound that could be heard was your scuffed footsteps, quickly pacing back to your room and shutting the door, hard. The loudest sigh known to earth could be heard on the opposite side of the room as you let your body collapse. The ache between your legs was growing by the second; and as much as you tried to suppress the feeling of Minho’s lips on yours, fingertips dragging along your sides. No. It was much easier this way. Setting boundaries as roommates seemed to be a better idea for the long run.

But the long run was boring. You would both have to pretend that this never happened. Having other people over for sexual purposes would just be awkward now; the more you thought about it, the realisation, and the jealousy hit that you had already crossed said boundary. And maybe that’s why your feet had dragged you to the front of his bedroom door. How the fuck did you get here? You brought your knuckles to the wooden frame, door becoming slightly ajar as you gently knocked. Minho’s snapped his head around, covering himself quickly as you walked in. You cocked your eyebrow, a face of confusion apparent on your face.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he huffed, turning back to his previous position, “what do you want?”

You wanted to just walk out. Mind your business and just leave. But it was hard, quite literally. The imprint of what you assumed to be Minho’s naked lower half painfully pressing into the sheer sheets that was covering him. He paid you no more attention, giving you all the power to initiate whatever it is you wanted to initiate. You slowly crept in beside him, nuzzling your head into the back of his neck as he groaned in annoyance.

“Y/n, what the fuck are you doing in my bed?”

“Hmm, I think I changed my mind,” you whispered, reaching around to grab him. A blunt hiss escaped Minho’s lips as your action made him turn around. He was so close to you now. So close that you could feel his breath spreading across your left cheek.

“Are you being serious right now?”

The look on his face was unimpressed to say the least.

“Yeah, I mean,” your voice was calm as your hand began to take flight, sliding down to the base of his shaft, “we’ve already crossed the line, let’s go a little further.”

“Oh yeah?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He grabbed you by the wrist that was currently on him, pulling it away and climbing on top of you. Both hands now leaving his side, securely attached onto both wrists as he pinned them down above your head. Nose clumsily tickling yours as he reattached his lips to yours. The feeling of his lips was much softer and calmer than before, almost like he was protecting you. Wanting to keep the moment so delicate, though the way his bare hips involuntarily grinding against your clothed core was far from it. A soft whimper came from your lips, vibrating against his. A soft chuckle was heard from Minho as he pulled away; it made you nervous. To be more specific, the way that arrogant, mischievous smirk that you knew all too well was spread across his face.

“You’re so responsive to me,��� he growled, quickly planting another one on your lips before sliding down to your jaw, then your neck, stopping at your chest. Nothing needed to be said as you quickly discarded your shirt, silently thanking your past self for not wearing any underneath. Minho situated himself in front of your now bare chest, waist sitting against your heart as he took one nipple into his mouth, fingers enclosing around the other. A loud whine left your lips, back arching in reaction to him. He looked up, satisfied filling his body as you weren’t able to return his gaze, head already rolled all the way back as he continued his playful assault.

“It’s so cute,” he mumbled between kisses, “so responsive and I’ve barely done anything.”

His lips travelled down the center of your stomach, dipping dangerously closer to where you wanted him most. His continuous rhythm between kisses was immaculate. Any of the incoherent sounds you made, or the crude remarks he made were left unsaid.

“Fuck,” you hissed, painfully throbbing at the way Minho played with the waistband of your panties.

“Not fun to be teased y/n,’ he paused, making sure you were looking at him, “is it.”

A pang of guilt hit your chest for a moment. I mean, it’s not like you did it on purpose, right?

“Minho I’m-”

“Save it,” he scoffs, “whether you did it on purpose, or not, I’m not gonna let you have it so easily.”

His fingers stopped their performance across your hips, continuing a little lower than before. The smirk came to his lips once more, index finger running down your slit. The friction was fierce, but not fierce enough. You wanted, no, you needed more. All he could do was smile at your mercy.

“So fun to tease darling, but you’re gonna have to be more vocal if you want these panties off.”

“Minho please,” you whined, “for fucks sake.”

You bucked your hips forward, desperate for any more contact from the bare minimum he was giving you.

“That doesn’t sound very nice to me.”

“Minho please, please, please,” you whispered, voice becoming super weak, “fuck me, or finger me, anything please, I need to feel you.”

“Now that’s more like it,” he smiled, finally pulling your panties down. You have never lifted your hips faster in your life. The vulnerability of your naked body was somewhat confronting, but your brain was so fogged out from the immense teasing, you cared little.

“Fuck,” he gasped, spreading you effortlessly with two fingers, “you’re so wet for me, aren't you?”

The heat in your cheeks rose as you became embarrassed at his words. Minho didn’t know this, but feeling humiliated was something that could make you cum on the spot. Words intended for insult went through your ears and straight down to the core, the heat becoming like an intense fire igniting in your body as one of his hands moved along your inner thigh, the other gently beginning to circle around where you needed him most.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, “oh my god Minho please, more.” Your voice was becoming needier by the second, but the longer it went on, the less you seemed to care. His tongue was now a factor coming into play, small kitty licks lapping your clit at a suddenly fast pace. Your legs are already trembling, but Minho does more to appease, hooking his arms under and around your thighs to stop the flustered look on your face. It was confronting how quickly he was getting you to your high.

“Please,” you sighed, eyes hazed as you attempted to look down at the way his tongue was on you. The combination of him sucking on your clit, then pushing it through your entrance almost made you scream. However, the noises that came from your mouth were small, heavy pants, progressively getting louder and louder the tighter the knot in your stomach became.

“Do you wanna cum princess?” His voice was whiny, mocking the tone you had used earlier. You nodded ferociously, knowing any attempt to speak would come out horse or just broken.

“Such a good girl,” he purred, replacing his tongue with two fingers, “but if you want to cum, you’re gonna have to beg for it once more.”

“You’re such a fucking dick,” you groaned, an attempt of grinding your center onto Minho’s fingers failing miserably, “you’re being so unfair.”

“I’m unfair?” he scoffed, beginning his digits back to a bare minimum pace, “you’re the one

who was teasing me all night. I know Changbin is like, your best friend so there was no chance you were bringing him back to fuck him. Then you start to kiss me, hard and fast may I add, AND THEN ! you aren’t sure and you leave me to pretend like nothing happened.”

There was no witty comeback you could say in response because he was right. You were the one who has done the teasing for most of the night.

“You looked so fucked out right now baby,” his tone coming back to a calming medium, “begging for me to make you cum, which I can do right now,” he paused, climbing back to your side, lifting your left leg to continue his easy access to ur clit, “or you can beg even more to have my cock inside of you. The choice is yours.” You swallowed, hard. How could he say something so filthy? Out of all the times you had heard him bring other girls over, he would never talk like this. It was always so nice and calm, full of praise and compassion. Maybe they didn’t act like cock teases and let him just have what he wanted.

“C-cock,” you mumbled, pushing your backside against his now pulsating cock, “please give your cock sir.”

“Ooo sir, I like that one, but you’re gonna have to do more if you want me to fill you up princess.”

Words were becoming extremely hard to not only facilitate in your mind, but put them on your tongue and get out to him. He knew this. He knew your were on the brink of collapsing in cum, but the torture was too entertaining for him nonetheless. Although you're frustrated with him was increasing, you couldn’t lie to yourself that the way he was using you like a sex toy was turning you on. After being up his ass so long with rules around the house and how you wanted things done, it was nice to finally let go. Submit to his rules instead of yours.

“P-please Minho, sir’ you panted, head turning to look at the sadistic face of enjoyment he was having from this, “I’ll do anything, a-anything to have your cock inside of me right now.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Okay then tomorrow morning, you have to make me breakfast, AND wash my dishes.”

“Seriously,” you panted, “that’s what you're thinking about right now?”

“You said anything.” He shrugged, suddenly taking his fingers away from your dripping core. A gasp of disappointment came to your lips at the loss of delicious contact. Minho sat up, ducking under your leg, and positioning himself right back to where he was previously. However, this time, he was on his knees. Although you were touching it before, you really hadn't had a chance to look at how big it was: way more than what you expected. He stroked himself a couple of times, making sure not to get carried away with himself before he pushed it between your folds, letting his pre-cum mix with your juices. He slowly descended into you. Jaws dropping simultaneously, you gasped. The way he was stretching you out did burn a little bit, but once he was fully inside, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Minho waited until the look of slight discomfort faded from your features.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip and he slowly pulled himself back out. He kept a consistent, yet slow pace as leaned in closer to you. He was now hovering over, letting his face become buried into the middle of your breasts. The feeling was so immaculate, you were desperate to cling onto something for support.

“Dig them into me,” he groaned, strangling his vocal cords, “dig your nails into my back and scratch me like your life fucking depends on it.”

Perfect. You did as he pleased, a loud moan of his name wrestling from your lips as you felt the red marks appear on his backside. The pressure from before was already building in your stomach again, and he could tell. The way you were super tight for him was one, but the way you were now clenching around him was another. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer if you kept doing that.

“Fuck,” was all you could manage to say, a deep grin plastered on his face.

“You’re close aren't you,” he cooed, attaching his lips to your neck, “talk to me baby, tell me what you're feeling.

“Mhm, yeah, fuck I’m so close baby. H-Harder.”

The pitch of your tone was becoming whinier by the second. To add to that, the way you became confused, as if Minho was a vampire, because the way he was sucking on your neck was kind of painful. Nevertheless, you relished in it, knowing too well that a very, very dark mark would replace his mouth. The idea of him showing his possession of you, knowing that he finally won you over did not make you happy, nonetheless, you were too fucked out to care.

Your legs were now pushed all the way back, pace fastening by the minute, allowing Minho to push even deeper into you. And that was it. Right there, the spot you had never even known was even there.

“Ah fuck!” Your moan was loud this time, completely unable to control anything. The smirk, in combination with the satisfied growl that left his lips was a face of pure ecstasy as he realised that he had finally hit your G-spot.

“Fuck that feels so fucking good,” Minho grumbled, “are you close? Because I think I’m gonna cum.”

It was like your stomach was an orchestra. Minho’s words were the conductor, completely controlling how close you were to your release.

“Y-yes,” you cried, “I’m gonna cum so hard right now.”

“You wanna cum baby?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna cum right now?”

“Yes baby,” you pouted, a perplexity of sounds escaping your lips, completely out of your control.

“Cum on my cock princess,” Minho whispered through what sounded to be like pained groans, “be a good girl and cum with me inside of you.”

And there it was, like it was on queue as your body completely flopped, legs shaking and a string of lewd curse words fell from your lips. The way your pussy clenched around him was enough to make him pull out, spilling into the dip of your stomach. A loud breath of what seemed to be exhaustion fell from his lips. Your eyes were previously screwed so shut, it hurt when you opened them again, sensitive to the light.

“Fuck,” you both cursed simultaneously, making one another giggle. Minho fell to your left side, flat on his back as he invited you to scooch over next to him. Face pressed against his chest, fingers playfully dragging up and down his torso. For some reason, he felt so safe and secure at this moment. Almost forgetting how he literally just fucked you into oblivion, your eyelids become heavy. It wasn’t until Minho spoke that you were revived from your alternate state of consciousness once more.

“I didn’t know you had it in you.” His voice sounded genuinely surprised, unsure if you should be offended or not. You looked up at him, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He wasn’t sure how to react, but the dark shade tinting his face right now said enough.

“Please,” you scoffed, “You did me good, but was that the best you can do?”

He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, but down on it after, “Is that a challenge?”

You said nothing, instead sitting up and pushing your legs on either side of his hips. A soft moan escaped his lips as he felt your still dripping heat sitting on the base of him.

“Why don’t you find out and see?”

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[craveher]

I genuinely don't understand starving yourself because when I try not to eat for days or eat minimally, I feel so fatigued, I can't think or act right, and it's like even just normal tasks are too daunting. Don't you feel that way too? It's okay to eat a consistent and sufficient amount of food and possible to not gain weight once you get to a stable weight... also weight is just a number. It doesn't have anything to do with how beautiful you actually are.

Honestly I’m glad you don’t understand, it’s not something I wish for anyone to go through. It’s a constant battle of feeling like shit, either because you’re not eating or because you do eat. Honestly I don’t remember a time in my life I wasn’t worried about food. My doctors place my eating disorder starting at about third grade, at the time they thought it was OCD but now that they diagnosed me with anorexia they know it was more so an eating disorder. I was afraid to eat “junk” food and would cry if my family made me eat take out or chips or whatever. A teacher forced me to eat pizza once and it led me to being taken out of school for a week and seeing a therapist. I wouldn’t even eat Halloween candy. It got worse in 7th grade when my health teacher told us girls who don’t play sports only need 1000 or less calories a day and that everything I ate was leading to fat (she then handed me a physical model of five pounds of fat). So I can’t remember what it was like not being scared of food. This is my normal and although I was always underweight doctors thought it was my illness and never questioned it until I dropped an extreme amount after some family problems. Tbh I was happy at a low weight, but at the same time I was always thinking of food. I was confident, but the only thing that phased me was being confronted about my eating. So when that happened my world felt like it was ending. I’m at my highest weight now, I decided to push pass my fears and listen to doctors and therapists and eat. And I hate myself more than ever aha. I’m trying to stick to my meal plans and stuff but I can hardly look at myself anymore. I seriously am at a loss at this point.

[powerfulexistance]

did you get consent from her breeder(s) before putting her to sleep? did they not want her returned to them for some reason? was her anxiety something unfixable? neurological? she was only two and just out and about with other dogs... this raises a lot of questions for people who follow you but don't know what was going on.

"did you get consent from her breeder(s) before putting her to sleep?"Yes, about a month before Echo's 2nd B-day I contacted her breeder. We talked a lot the next few days and decided together that putting her down was the best decision."did they not want her returned to them for some reason?"No, they were willing to take her back but it was my opinion that they did not know how to handle a reactive/fearful dog. They planned on having their eldest daughter (teenager) walk Echo semi-daily and I knew that wouldn't fly. Also they were planning on using harsh corrections/putting her to sleep as soon as she bit anyone (which would have been fairly quick without me there to mediate)."was her anxiety something unfixable? neurological?"We think it was something with this particular litter. The breeders kept a female littermate of Echo's and right around 12-14 months we both noticed a severe increase of fearful tendencies in our dogs. The breeder's dog ended up spooking and running into traffic (which was a huge worry if they had taken Echo on as well). This was the same time I completely retired Echo from all SD work (besides momentum pull on our day-to-day walks because she enjoyed it). Also the breeders have several of Echo's half-siblings and report that they are all stable dogs. Reminder that Echo had also been on heavy doses of anti-anxiety meds for well over a year. Only one type worked well, all others made her extremely aggressive within a few hours."she was only two and just out and about with other dogs... this raises a lot of questions for people who follow you but don't know what was going on."Which is why I'll eventually cover why it was best to put her to sleep. But ya know. Maybe I could have had 24 hours to grieve? Or even 10? And it's not like I'm telling everyone to put down dogs that bite, have uncontrollable prey drives, or other issues that Echo struggled with. I'm saying that putting her down was the best option /for her/. Not for me, but for /her/.Echo, since the beginning of the year, had mayyyybe managed seven full meals. Otherwise it was 1/4-1 cup of food, depending how awful her anxiety was that day (fyi she needed so much more than that to maintain a healthy weight--she refused to eat higher quality food). I was taking her out for 5-30 minutes in the morning for a potty break and another 10-30 at night with one brief outing a week. And you know what? That was still too much for her, she often couldn't do more than 30 minutes outside without freaking out or getting too tired to move. And she would want to move, that was the sad part. This was my dog who previously needed 2-3 hours exercise a day. And just... I could go on and on and on. She was suffering. It was mental. I firmly believe that I made the best possible decision.(I'll answer more asks later, I'm at work atm.)

[darkoceandemon]

Okay, so I know that this sounds condescending or like I'm questioning you, I promise I'm not, not at all, but I was wondering what it means to have both anorexia and binge eating disorder? As I said I don't doubt you at all, I'm really just looking for more information for personal reasons, if you don't mind answering. Also I'm sorry if I'm bringing up a topic you don't want to think about, feel free to ignore me completely if that is the case! Sorry again, and thank you for your time.

Hi thanks for the question ^.^ don’t worry you don’t sound condescending or like you’re questioning me at all, I’m more than happy to answer any questions about my past struggles so don’t be shy. My eating disorder days were pretty complicated and even now I find it hard not to fall back into old habits. During the worst of it I had both anorexia and binge eating disorder. During the day I wouldn’t eat anything. My mom was quite overpowering so I always felt afraid of gaining weight and every time I weighed myself and saw I was heavier I would feel extremely disappointed, angry, and frustrated, often to the point where I would hurt myself as punishment. During the months when my anorexia was at its most extreme I would calorie count every little thing and celebrate the days where I was under 500 calories. That’s actually the main reason calorie counting diets are something I avoid, since every time I tried them I’d end up trying to cut out less and less and ending up on a 500 calorie or less diet which is extremely unhealthy. I would eat my food completely seperate from each other. For example at Thanksgiving I would eat my turkey, then my potatoes, then my sweet potatoes, then my green beans, and finally my stuffing - finishing each food before going onto the next. This was a way I obsessed over food - and I did it at every meal without exception. If we had Shepard’s pie I would eat the cream corn, meat, and potatoes separately even through they were all baked together.

Binge eating disorder (or BED) is something I had that affected me mainly at night. I was being sexually abused at home and bullied at school and that made me feel empty. The food was my way of trying to fill that hole. I would hide out in the basement and eat a whole club size chip bag, two row of crackers (you know the christie saltines you put in soup? those ones), 6-24 cookies, one litre of ice cream, 6-12 cans of soda, and basically anything I could get my hands on. I always had a row of crackers hidden in my room in case the urge to binge struck me, although I really despised myself for doing that because I knew the binging would make me gain weight. I’d probably consume between 2500 and 5000 calories with each binge, maybe more. Once I started eating I just wouldn’t stop and I’d eat whatever I could most easily get my hands on. After one or two really bad binges I tried to purge but was unsuccessful. The binging made me feel depressed but I just couldn’t stop doing it. I would hate myself so much in the mornings because I was so afraid of how many calories I had just consumed, so I’d end up not eating anything at all during the day to make up for it. It was a brutal rinse and repeat cycle of binging and starving that I felt I couldn’t escape from.

Having both was a constant struggle that I will always have to work to stay away from. It’s hard to relearn hunger cues and how to eat without binging. The biggest thing about having both is that no one really sees it - people associate being anorexic with being bone thin and BED with being morbidly obese - but since I had both my weight remained pretty stable (although it did increase at a steady rate of maybe 5-10lbs a year). Having both also meant that I felt like no one would believe me if I sought help. I am a strong advocate for self healing since I’ve done all my recovery alone (with the help of friends who let me talk about what I was going through), but honestly if you think you’ll do better talking to a therapist or taking medication by all means do so. Understanding why you have an eating disorder really helps in the recovery. For me, pressure from my mother to be the perfect daughter, as well as pressure to maintain a perfect image so the abuse wouldn’t be uncovered, played a big role in why I was starving myself. My depression greatly pushed me into BED, as well as the abuse in that the abuse caused me to feel depressed, which caused me to feel empty, which caused me to try to fill the hole I felt inside with food. Food was also something I felt like I could control even when it was controlling me, whereas in almost all of the other aspects of my life I felt like I had no control. Understanding the root cause that influenced my disorders was step one on my long road to recovery. I’m not going to say that removing yourself from a toxic environment will immediately fix all your problems because it won’t, that takes work, but removing yourself from a toxic environment will give you the space to work on yourself and in turn will help you get better. 

I hope I answered your question, I know this is a lot of information. Please feel free to send me any other questions you might have or any follow-up questions you may think of. You are not alone. Stay Strong.

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