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orcinus-ocean · 4 years

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I am watching hours worth of ex-vegan “interviews” or testimonials, so you don’t have to.

I link to each one so you can see them for yourself, but I wrote down the important points of each one, since I believe this is not just important, but vital information. This could save people’s lives, if they just stop and think and look at another perspective before they go into it.

These are real people. They really wanted it. They really knew what they were doing. They weren’t “doing it wrong”. These are their experiences.

Ex-Vegan (8 Years): Veganism Is a Teeth Rotting, Muscle Atrophying, Degenerating, Fart Fest

A young man with a lot of health issues including severe eczema, got into veganism to get healthy

He had previously been living the typical “college” lifestyle with lots of fast food, no health-thinking at all

For the first year or two, he felt amazing, he did fine for four years, had a successful YouTube channel talking about skin health and the vegan diet

Emphasizing how “literally obsessed” he was with his dental hygiene and health, four years into veganism, his teeth were deteriorating and every time he visited the dentist, he had to have a root canal, he had cavities, infections, receding gums, always something

He was always bloated with a visibly bloated belly

Despite being a very health-focused athlete, his muscles wouldn’t grow the way they should

His skin started going “grey” and his hair lost its rich color

His memory and ability to focus deteriorated

He completely lost interest in food - everything “disgusting”

Feeling a craving for protein, he upped the high-protein vegan foods, and he only felt worse and worse

After realizing this diet was making him sick, he took one bite of salmon and “it was like taking drugs” - clear, physical reaction to it, and compared to the plants giving bloating and gas, “it felt like I was eating nothing, but I had so much energy”

After going back to eating animal protein (as much wild fish/meat as possible), his weight corrected itself, strength in the gym went “off the charts”

The pain and irritation he had on the vegan diet went away

His gums went from white pink to red, “right away”

Digestion issues - gone, hormonal issues - gone

“Since I’ve been eating animals, I feel more humble and more gentle towards animals, I feel more respect towards them, and I feel like I understand the cycles of life and appreciate life even more”

He says the vegan diet can help people to “clean out the body” as it did for him, but veganism, he doesn’t understand. “If your mom was on her death bed, and she had the choice: Die a horrible, painful death, or eat salmon, you would want your mom to die a horrible death rather than eat salmon. I’m asking this to vegans, and a lot of them are like ‘Under no circumstance would I ever have my mom or anyone I know, eat salmon, because it’s killing an animal, it’s abuse’. And I’m like aren’t humans animals?”

“I view the vegan diet as a disease-reversal protocol, not as a ‘forever diet’.”

Ex-Vegan Family: (6+ Years): "Healthy" Vegan & Vegetarian Dogma Depleted Health and Vitality

Casey vegetarian/vegan for ~15 years

Did it to try to clear up his eczema and staph infections (which were so bad the doctors wanted to amputate his legs), didn't really work

He did feel great for the first few months as a raw vegan, but looking back, he believes it was more due to cutting out grains and processed foods, since he found grains are terrible for him

Lost a lot of weight, rotting teeth, reoccuring cavities

Gina became vegan at the age of 13, being a picky eater and caring about animals

The "readymade" vegan food wasn't doing well for her, so she started eating only raw vegan food

She felt really good - for about six months. After six months, a very severe depression, accompanied by brain fog, lack of mental focus, constant hunger, weight loss and joint pain, kicked in

She believed so hard that this had to be right, that she stayed a vegan for 6 years, before introducing dairy

At the age of 17, after four years on veganism, developed a cancerous tumor on her leg (not necessarily connected, but worth noting)

Five years into veganism she was pregnant, and began craving red meat - they started buying local dairy, meat, liver and eggs

After the baby, she went back to raw veganism, and the joint pain came back, "it's detox"

She instead went back to being vegetarian rather than raw vegan, but she still suffered from worsening joint pain, fatigue, brain fog

A couple of years later, she was pregnant again and she was craving red meat so much she even dreamt about it

Her conclusion was "I must be doing it wrong, I must just eat more of the high-protein vegan food"

For her third pregnancy, she stayed vegan, and the birth was the hardest one she had

The baby had the lowest birth weight of the three, still normal weight, but later, he wasn't gaining weight normally

The child couldn't sit up at six months, couldn't walk at a year old, was depressed, only learned to walk after they gave him meat, and he finally became happy

Then on her fourth pregnancy, she was not vegan for the first half, but went back to raw vegan on the latter half of the pregnancy, and this child was healthy

On raw veganism at the end of the fourth pregnancy, her teeth were "falling apart", her bones were aching, and she was so foggy she couldn't think or remember anything

At the end of her pregnancy, she hadn't gained any weight, just stayed the same

Her teeth were full of cavities, despite having been to the dentist and "fixed everything" just some months prior

They could never manage raw fruit more than six months at a time, constant hunger

They believed the constant hunger could be due to parasites, so they ate anti-parasitic herbs which only made things worse

When she stopped eating vegetables (only fruit?), she got skin rashes as well

When they went back to meat, they felt full for the whole day, while on raw veganism, they had to eat all the time and were still always hungry

At the time of filming, they were completely off veganism for four months and she feels like her brain has "grown", she has energy, can exercise again, is gaining muscle

Ex-Vegan (4 Years): How Veganism Shortened My Lifespan

Started veganism as a New Year’s resolution to turn his life around, after living “like a degenerate”

He started with a month-long juice fast, where he felt great

On the first year as a “whole foods vegan” (mainly raw), he suffered from loss of libido, insomnia, migraines, arthritis, couldn’t build muscle

After a year, he went back to a diet of white rice, lean meat, bone marrow and occasional red meat

This diet immediately got his libido and muscle growth back

After some time, peer pressure made him drop the meat, but he still ate eggs

The vegans around him told him “if you continue to eat meat and dairy, you will not be able to ascend and channel divine guidance”

One of them was a nutritionist, and when he told her veganism destroyed his health, she said that he needs to be on 80/10/10, a fruit-based diet

He stayed on it for five months, and it was “the worst 4-5 months of my life”

He went on another vegan diet, based on sprouts, sea vegetables and algae, and a bunch of supplements

Same problems - lack of libido, insomnia, lack of muscle, migraines, cracking joints

A friend who saw him for the first time in years said “you look like one of those kids in the refugee camps”, because his face was so sunken-in

His friend eventually convinced him to go with him to a steakhouse, and he describes the first bite he took as “the fat going straight into my brain” and he felt “like a dying wolf”

He gorged on 2-3 pounds of fatty meat, slept for twelve hours, and his friends told him he immediatly looked like a completely different person

His cracking joints, dry skin and insomnia went away

Still, he went back to veganism, and all the problems came back

He went back and forth between raw veganism and primal diet every 2-4 weeks, rebuilding on an animal-based diet, deteriorating on a plant-based diet, always thinking “this time I will make it work”

He had to give up aiming for optimum health as a vegan, instead aiming for just “normal stability”

Staying at an old vegan institute managed by one of the creators of his sprouts-algae-supplements diet, doing a colonic, the worker there admitted to him most of them there are not vegan, because they fall apart on it, but go on a primal diet

During the colonic, the worker pushed his liver, and he felt “fire” going down his intestines. What came out was all green, spirulina, algae and other such supplements, which had simply stored in his liver

He speaks a lot about studies on different “uncivilized” peoples around the world, who were all eating high amounts of animal fat, wherever they lived

At the end, he speaks of where veganism might be coming from, and the lie that veganism is good for the environment

His message to vegans is to “quit bothering and harassing people”, and that if you care about animals, go buy cheap land in Arizona and make an animal shelter or something, instead of bullying people who eat meat

Ex-Vegan (2 Years): Vegans Have No Empathy for Humans

Vegetarian for six years, before going vegan

Ate mainly raw vegan, and then her stomach became “an empty, vacant hole”, she was always hungry

Throughout her time on veganism, she was taking lots of supplements

Her skin dried up, she got acne all over her face

She became “emotional and neurotic” and “absolutely insane” from a lack of B12

A lot of talk about the cult mindset in the “vegan community”

Starting to eat eggs again, she felt “a little bit better”, but still felt hungry all the time

Panic attacks over tiny things, anemia, constant diarrhea

Started eating fish, it didn’t help much

She was always hungry but had no appetite, had to force-feed herself

After a particularly bad day, she realized she was risking her life, and ate steak the next day

Eating steak for the first time in years, she felt warmth throughout her body, tingling on her head, and “satiated” for the first time in years, “it changed my life”

Ex-Vegan (12+ Years): Veganism Is Starvation - Fruitarianism Is Suicide

Started in 2002 as a vegetarian for a year before going vegan, became raw vegan from 2009-2011, then went on to fruitarianism until 2015

She says many feel great the first year or so on veganism, because they cut out all the junk from their diet

She had digestive issues prior to becoming vegan, thought it might help, but it only got worse and she got sicker as the years progressed

After six years and only getting sicker, she thought it must be the drugs for her health issues, "I'm doing it wrong", or "my body is wrong"

(They talk about some very interesting "meat and milk causes cancer"-studies four minutes in)

She said the raw vegan years were the worst of her life, that her brain “stopped functioning”. She became "permanently psychotic", she "saw hell" and heard voices - conclusion: "oh, it's detox"

When she stopped veganism in 2015, she had a test done on her hair. They said they had never seen that much heavy metal in someone's hair before

She had been doing nothing but "cleansing" and "detoxing" for the past five years, and she was "the most toxic, sick person you'll ever meet"

She was “literally dying” towards the end, freezing cold all the time, her bones hurt so much she couldn't lay on a hard surface

She couldn't digest anything but fruit anymore, it took two years of quitting raw veganism until the point where she could digest vegetables and meat again

Her teeth had to be all "redone", because they were rotten to the roots, her hair was falling out

She was told that on this fruitarian diet, it will feel like hell for 2-3 years, because of the "detox", then they will feel great, like godlike beings

But since 2-3 years passed and people still felt awful, their "leader" changed that to "people are so sick today, the detox will take 5-6 years!"

This also didn't happen, people stuck for 5-6 years and only got sicker, so the story changed to "7-8 years, then you will feel great!"

Her comment: "You can't be a herbivore and be healthy. If you want to have a life of mental illness and an early death and degeneration, go be vegan."

Many of these people have also spoken of how many well-known names in the vegan/raw/fruitarian communities (from YouTubers to authors) are known “cheaters” who eat meat frequently in order to stay healthy, while lying to their audiences and telling them to stay vegan.

These were only five. I will do more of these posts, to keep them at a readable length.

#vegans #veganism #raw vegan #plant based #ex vegan #anti vegan #fruitarianism #vegan health

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havebruises · 4 years

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“I’m fine.”

@whumpmasinjuly Day 27 | Prompt: “I’m fine.” | Character: Warren + Mitchell

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“What did you do to yourself, doll? That’s hideous.”

Broad, calloused palms smoothed carefully over his face one evening, supporting his head as it lolled in the direction of a voice. He couldn’t exactly hear the words, but the voice sounded familiar, so it was soothing. He turned to nuzzle against the man’s hand, eyes flickering closed again. Warren couldn’t think straight.

‘Soft’ was so foreign he didn’t even question it-- he needed it so badly.

There was never any true relief in this chilly, plain box. Cuts stung every limb, bruises ached around every joint, and he was cold and hungry most of the time. It all blurred together into one big static blanket of hurt, not sure if it was worse or better than the injuries being made fresh.

His captor kept him clean. He said he “liked all of his belongings that way”, he said “as pretty as you look in red, it’s safer to wash it off”. The blood was always flushed away and his new wounds were hosed down and left to drip until he clotted, before the cold water came again. The icy temperature of the hose gave him maybe a minute of pleasant numbness after a session. Usually the wounds healed, then scarred, and that was it.

This time…the healing didn’t seem right. He knew which cut it was, because he could still feel the moment his pale skin had split open under the force of the whip, leaving a long, ragged tear behind among many other stinging welts. He could tell it was bad, despite his hands being bound in front of him, because of the new kind of pain. This wasn’t normal, this was a hot, festering stab that made him wince whenever he moved and, by the third day, drained him of all energy and appetite. Despite the wound only reaching into the skin, he hurt everywhere. It was deep in his bones, and hovered above his skin like electricity. His jaw hurt from keeping it clenched.

The agony slipped into his body like rapidly growing vines, making his chest and limbs too heavy to move, and sputtering his heart so quick he couldn’t think about anything other than the fluttering sensation below his throat. It must have wormed its way into his head, too, because he was sleeping a lot and when he was awake, he wasn’t.

Warren wasn’t awake now, either, groggy. Weak enough for his captor to unlock those cuffs, letting them clatter to the floor. He flexed his fingers with a low sound, knuckles stiff.

“You really are a lot of work, doll. You’re lucky I like you.”

The voice was still familiar, but the comfort it brought was dissipating. No, that voice isn’t safe. Concern started to bring Warren to focus again.

Then, his world spinned sideways and his eyes flew wide open, hands grasping at the man’s jacket desperately when he was scooped up off the floor like he weighed nothing. He cursed, teeth gritting as fingers pressed against his back, close to the wound.

Too, too close, he wanted it to stop, right now.

A strained gasp and the man suddenly had an armful of twisting, fighting limbs. His spine arched over the other man’s forearms and one hand clasped around the front of a white collared shirt, other curling into a tight fist and swinging into the guy’s nose with as much momentum as he could muster. Which was enough to feel a sharp crack under his knuckles and a muted pop inside his hand. In an instant Warren’s perspective fell out from under him and his side hit the linoleum; he curled up with a groan of pain. Unable to inhale for all the effort of a few wheezing attempts.

"Christ, doll!”

He glanced up blearily, brow furrowed while his chest heaved. Blood dripped from the man’s nose onto Warren’s freckled cheekbone-- before his vision was blocked out by the underside of a boot to the face. Just before the world went quiet he felt a kick to his stomach, keeping him from catching his breath again.

Until he could breathe, but this time the air wasn’t cold in his lungs. He opened his eyes and everything was too bright, shapes only fuzzy silhouettes as he squinted out into it with a tight-lipped scowl of pain. He didn’t have a headache before now, every miniscule movement sharp and unyielding behind his eyes.

Something was supporting him under his collarbone, and one weak hand lifted to wrap around a squared dowel-- chair-- kitchen chair? He was sitting backward in a kitchen chair, chin resting on the arch of the seat-back. Warren’s hand raised further to press to his aching temple, but something stopped it and jerked his other wrist closer to the rods making up the chair back. Even in the haze he could remember how the cuffs felt, giving up quickly and sliding the chain down the middle to relax his shoulders and slump forward in exhaustion.

Another few seconds of shuffling and he knew his ankles were cuffed to the back feet of the chair. He groaned irritably and pressed his forehead down into the wood. He’s so tired of not being able to move where he wanted. He missed running. He’d give anything to just be outside again.

Fire lanced up his back and he cried out, suddenly very aware of a presence behind him. He yanked hard on his restraints, pressing close to the back of the chair to get away from the blade to no avail. Scraping where he couldn’t see, cutting where he couldn’t reach, his captor was quiet and focused on his work. Making no accounts for Warren’s squirming-- it was messy. Blood ran in streams down his back, pooling under his thigh on the seat. It lasted only a few minutes, rough cloth soon swiping and dabbing over the open flesh until it could be packed.

He whimpered, the side of a fist pressing on his thigh and pushing the plunger of a syringe down into him. Then it was over, his captor getting up and walking away to clean. Warren opened his eyes, a bead of sweat sliding down one temple as he lifted his head again.

Oh. That’s why it’s so bright.

Streaks of sunset striped along a sliding glass pane as big as a wall, and he was facing it. Warren’s eyes widened and his lips parted in wonder, gasping a small breath in. The panel was open, a door leading onto the patio letting in the warm spring breeze to clear the scent of pain from this immaculate kitchen.

The patio framed the thick greenery past it, and tall old trees surrounding a vibrant clearing with dark grass and proud patches of wild flowers. A creek shone where it peeked out along one side, trailing into the undergrowth out of sight. He could just barely see the sky over the horizon of the treeline, his eyes sparkling with a reflection of every color possible under the sun-- oranges and reds and purples stretching into a pure blue that only came with what was a cloudless day. It was breathtaking, and for precious seconds he didn’t feel the pain. Only the memory of the sun on his skin and the burn in his legs during a hike. He felt grass under his hands and the smell of wet dirt. He felt the hope of being so close to an open door for the first time in who knew how long.

But he couldn’t take a single step toward it. He couldn’t move. Warren didn’t stop the high, upset keen whining through his throat, warbly. His captor could have faced him any other way but the way out. This was purposeful, judging by the chuckle he heard from beside him. In his peripheral, he could see the man drying his hands on a towel, appearing so casual about this. It was infuriating.

The bastard even had the gall to smile.

“It’s nice, isn’t it? It’s a lot of land, I never knew what to do with it.” A hand settled on the back of Warren’s head, fingers dragging through curls and making his skin crawl. “Do you think you’d wanna be buried here? Under the flowers, or in the riverbed…” His captor trailed off, fingertips brushing the nape of his neck over the soft hairline. “My house is no place for broken toys, but there’s gotta be a spot outside that you’ll like. That is, if you can’t take care of my things when I’m done with them.”

A shiver ran down his spine, the sensation like ice water.

“M’fine. I’m fine. I’m gonna be fine. Don’t--” Warren swallowed, shoving back a curse. “I promise. Don’t worry,” he reassured his torturer, he’d be much more careful with the marks left on his body.

It wasn’t his anymore, after all.

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brightbeautifulthings · 4 years

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MAYHEM BY ESTELLE LAURE BLOG TOUR & CHAPTER EXCERPT

The Lost Boys meets Wilder Girls in this supernatural feminist YA novel.

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It's 1987 and unfortunately it's not all Madonna and cherry lip balm. Mayhem Brayburn has always known there was something off about her and her mother, Roxy. Maybe it has to do with Roxy's constant physical pain, or maybe with Mayhem's own irresistible pull to water. Either way, she knows they aren't like everyone else.

But when May's stepfather finally goes too far, Roxy and Mayhem flee to Santa Maria, California, the coastal beach town that holds the answers to all of Mayhem's questions about who her mother is, her estranged family, and the mysteries of her own self. There she meets the kids who live with her aunt, and it opens the door to the magic that runs through the female lineage in her family, the very magic Mayhem is next in line to inherit and which will change her life for good.

But when she gets wrapped up in the search for the man who has been kidnapping girls from the beach, her life takes another dangerous turn and she is forced to face the price of vigilante justice and to ask herself whether revenge is worth the cost.

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three Santa Maria

“Trouble,” Roxy says. She arches a brow at the kids by the van through the bug-spattered windshield, the ghost of a half-smile rippling across her face.

“You would know,” I shoot.

“So would you,” she snaps.

Maybe we’re a little on edge. We’ve been in the car so long the pattern on the vinyl seats is tattooed on the back of my thighs.

The kids my mother is talking about, the ones sitting on the white picket fence, look like they slithered up the hill out of the ocean, covered in seaweed, like the carnival music we heard coming from the boardwalk as we were driving into town plays in the air around them at all times. Two crows are on the posts beside them like they’re standing guard, and they caw at each other loudly as we come to a stop. I love every- thing about this place immediately and I think, ridiculously, that I am no longer alone.

The older girl, white but tan, curvaceous, and lean, has her arms around the boy and is lovely with her smudged eye makeup and her ripped clothes. The younger one pops some- thing made of bright colors into her mouth and watches us come up the drive. She is in a military-style jacket with a ton of buttons, her frizzy blond hair reaching in all directions, freckles slapped across her cheeks. And the boy? Thin, brown, hungry-looking. Not hungry in his stomach. Hungry with his eyes. He has a green bandana tied across his forehead and holes in the knees of his jeans. There’s an A in a circle drawn in marker across the front of his T-shirt.

Anarchy.

“Look!” Roxy points to the gas gauge. It’s just above the E. “You owe me five bucks, Cookie. I told you to trust we would make it, and see what happened? You should listen to your mama every once in a while.”

“Yeah, well, can I borrow the five bucks to pay you for the bet? I’m fresh out of cash at the moment.”

“Very funny.”

Roxy cranes out the window and wipes the sweat off her upper lip, careful not to smudge her red lipstick. She’s been having real bad aches the last two days, even aside from her bruises, and her appetite’s been worse than ever. The only thing she ever wants is sugar. After having been in the car for so long, you’d think we’d be falling all over each other to get out, but we’re still sitting in the car. In here we’re still us.

She sighs for the thousandth time and clutches at her belly. “I don’t know about this, May.”

California can’t be that different from West Texas.

I watch TV. I know how to say gag me with a spoon and grody to the max.

I fling open the door.

Roxy gathers her cigarettes and lighter, and drops them in- side her purse with a snap.

“Goddammit, Elle,” she mutters to herself, eyes flickering toward the kids again. Roxy looks at me over the rims of her sunglasses before shoving them back on her nose. “Mayhem, I’m counting on you to keep your head together here. Those kids are not the usual—”

“I know! You told me they’re foster kids.”

“No, not that,” she says, but doesn’t clarify. “Okay, I guess.”

“I mean it. No more of that wild-child business.”

“I will keep my head together!” I’m so tired of her saying this. I never had any friends, never a boyfriend—all I have is what Grandmother calls my nasty mouth and the hair Lyle always said was ugly and whorish. And once or twice I might’ve got drunk on the roof, but it’s not like I ever did anything. Besides, no kid my age has ever liked me even once. I’m not the wild child in the family.

“Well, all right then.” Roxy messes with her hair in the rear- view mirror, then sprays herself with a cloud of Chanel No. 5 and runs her fingers over her gold necklace. It’s of a bird, not unlike the ones making a fuss by the house. She’s had it as long as I can remember, and over time it’s been worn smooth by her worrying fingers. It’s like she uses it to calm herself when she’s upset about something, and she’s been upset the whole way here, practically. Usually, she’d be good and buzzed by this time of day, but since she’s had to drive some, she’s only nipped from the tiny bottle of wine in her purse a few times and only taken a couple pills since we left Taylor. The with- drawal has turned her into a bit of a she-demon.

I try to look through her eyes, to see what she sees. Roxy hasn’t been back here since I was three years old, and in that time, her mother has died, her father has died, and like she said when she got the card with the picture enclosed that her twin sister, Elle, sent last Christmas, Everybody got old. After that, she spent a lot of time staring in the mirror, pinching at her neck skin. When I was younger, she passed long nights telling me about Santa Maria and the Brayburn Farm, about how it was good and evil in equal measure, about how it had desires that had to be satisfied.

Brayburns, she would say. In my town, we were the legends.

These were the mumbled stories of my childhood, and they made everything about this place loom large. Now that we’re here, I realize I expected the house to have a gaping maw filled with spitty, frothy teeth, as much as I figured there would be fairies flitting around with wands granting wishes. I don’t want to take her vision away from her, but this place looks pretty normal to me, if run-down compared to our new house in Taylor, where there’s no dust anywhere, ever, and Lyle prac- tically keeps the cans of soup in alphabetical order. Maybe what’s not so normal is that this place was built by Brayburns, and here Brayburns matter. I know because the whole road is named after us and because flowers and ribbons and baskets of fruit sat at the entrance, gifts from the people in town, Roxy said. They leave offerings. She said it like it’s normal to be treated like some kind of low-rent goddess.

Other than the van and the kids, there are trees here, rose- bushes, an old black Mercedes, and some bikes leaning against the porch that’s attached to the house. It’s splashed with fresh white paint that doesn’t quite cover up its wrinkles and scars. It’s three stories, so it cuts the sunset when I look up, and plants drape down to touch the dirt.

The front door swings open and a woman in bare feet races past the rosebushes toward us. It is those feet and the reckless way they pound against the earth that tells me this is my aunt Elle before her face does. My stomach gallops and there are bumps all over my arms, and I am more awake than I’ve been since.

I thought Roxy might do a lot of things when she saw her twin sister. Like she might get super quiet or chain-smoke, or maybe even get biting like she can when she’s feeling wrong about something. The last thing I would have ever imagined was them running toward each other and colliding in the driveway, Roxy wrapping her legs around Elle’s waist, and them twirling like that.

This seems like something I shouldn’t be seeing, some- thing wounded and private that fills up my throat. I flip my- self around in my seat and start picking through the things we brought and chide myself yet again for the miserable packing job I did. Since I was basically out of my mind trying to get out of the house, I took a whole package of toothbrushes, an armful of books, my River Phoenix poster, plus I emptied out my underwear drawer, but totally forgot to pack any shoes, so all I have are some flip-flops I bought at the truck stop outside of Las Cruces after that man came to the window, slurring, You got nice legs. Tap, tap tap. You got such nice legs.

My flip-flops are covered in Cheeto dust from a bag that got upended. I slip them on anyway, watching Roxy take her sunglasses off and prop them on her head.

“Son of a bitch!” my aunt says, her voice tinny as she catches sight of Roxy’s eye. “Oh my God, that’s really bad, Rox. You made it sound like nothing. That’s not nothing.”

“Ellie,” Roxy says, trying to put laughter in her voice. “I’m here now. We’re here now.”

There’s a pause.

“You look the same,” Elle says. “Except the hair. You went full Marilyn Monroe.”

“What about you?” Roxy says, fussing at her platinum waves with her palm. “You go full granola warrior? When’s the last time you ate a burger?”

“You know I don’t do that. It’s no good for us. Definitely no good for the poor cows.”

“It’s fine for me.” Roxy lifts Elle’s arm and puckers her nose. “What’s going on with your armpits? May not eat meat but you got animals under there, looks like.”

“Shaving is subjugation.”

“Shaving is a mercy for all mankind.”

They erupt into laughter and hug each other again.

“Well, where is she, my little baby niece?” Elle swings the car door open. “Oh, Mayhem.” She scoops me out with two strong arms. Right then I realize just how truly tired I am. She seems to know, squeezes extra hard for a second before letting me go. She smells like the sandalwood soap Roxy buys sometimes. “My baby girl,” Elle says, “you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to see you. How much I’ve missed you.”

Roxy circles her ear with a finger where Elle can’t see her.

Crazy, she mouths. I almost giggle.

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One Life To Live

Hi Readers, here’s the latest chapter. Thanks to Ronja for allowing me to write fanfic of her Hunger Games fanfic “The Chance You Didn’t Take” which you can read on AO3 and FanFiction. Chapter 27 The gates of Victor’s Village looms closer with every step. I wish I could grab Marcus by the hand and run back into the woods. To live in the concrete house by the lake, just the two of us, and live on wild greens, berries and katniss roots. To make love long into the night, and then bring out our sleeping mats as we did last night, to lie beneath clear skies to watch for shooting stars. Marcus would point out the constellations – big bear, little bear, lynx – and I’d say they look nothing like them, and then we’d take our sleeping mats back into the concrete house to sleep in each other’s arms until the morning light. And we’d live it over, and over again, so I’d never have to face what lies beyond those gates. It’s not long to the wedding and I dread the thought of it, but I have to go. If I don’t, there’ll be talk. Flavius keeps me abreast of all the gossip. The relationship between Peeta and Lace isn’t popular, and this wedding is seen by many as the ultimate betrayal, so invested were people in our romance. I don’t know if Peeta is aware of it; he seems to live in a fantasy world sometimes. But Lace surely would. To protect him, I have to appear as if I’m fine with it. And that means fronting up to the wedding, all smiles and best wishes for the happy couple. But I’m far from confident that I can pull it off. And there’s after. Living across the road from them. Knowing that Lace occupies his bed every night. His happiness, her smugness. The pain of interacting with him. What are we now, anyway? Not friends anymore, not really. Acquaintances? Fellow veterans? And they intend having children too. Five of them. It will likely be straight off, if Peeta has his way. And when they’re old enough they’ll go to school. The school I work at. And be in my classroom. I’ll never be free of them, even if I do move out of the Village. Not only would I need to change houses. I would need to change jobs. Maybe even change Districts. As we pass through the gates, I can’t help but drag my feet. Marcus turns his head to peer questioningly at my face. I pick up my pace to catch up with him. We’re nearly at my house. “I’m just tired,” I tell him. “And hungry.” “You’re a woman of immense appetites, Katniss Everdeen,” he says, pulling me towards him to give me a quick, hard kiss. “And whose fault is that?” I retort. “If you weren’t so good at cooking and – “ “Fucking?” asks a disembodied voice. A female shape emerges from the shadows of my porch. It’s Johanna. She appears to have been waiting for us. “You’re late,” she accuses. “You said you’d be back around mid-afternoon.” I scowl at her. I know what I said, but I don’t like her tone. I’m not obliged to be back at a certain time to please her. Besides, what’s she even doing here? It’s not like I invited her over and wasn’t here when she arrived. “We came back a different way. It took longer,” I say curtly. That’s all the explanation I want to give, but Marcus, perhaps to diffuse the tension, steps in to give Johanna a brief welcoming hug. “Katniss had something to show me. Would you believe an oak with a circumference of over 23 feet? At least three hundred years old.” “That’s nothing,” says Johanna dismissively. “In 7 we have trees much bigger and older than that.” “Is there anything we can help you with?” I break in. I’m not in the mood for a contest over which district has the biggest trees. All I want is to offload this heavy pack, have a bite to eat and then go to bed. “I need to speak with you. That’s if you can spare the time,” she replies, her voice edged with sarcasm. What is her problem? She hasn’t been this hostile towards me since the Quell. I turn to Marcus in exasperation. He takes the hint and moves towards the door. “Why don’t I see what I can scrounge up for supper? Will you be joining us, Jo?” I can see the struggle in her face. This is food and Johanna will rarely pass on an invitation. “No thanks,” she says, and I can see it’s hurting. “I shouldn’t stay away for too long.” After Marcus closes the door behind him, I hoist my pack from my shoulders and drop it to the floor. My feet are tired and I sit down on the top step, motioning for Johanna to do the same but she remains standing, arms crossed in front of her. Before I can even open my mouth, she lets me have it. “Are you with Marcus now?” she demands. “None of –,” I begin, but then think better of it. I don’t want to add fuel to whatever fire is bugging Johanna. I start again. “I don’t know. Maybe.” And that’s the truth. I’m not so naïve to believe that a weekend of sex makes us boyfriend and girlfriend. Nothing’s been said about feelings, or our future. “But you’re fucking him?” Johanna persists. It’s more a statement than a question. “We’ve had sex, if that’s any of your business,” I say stiffly. “Of course, it’s my business. It became my business when you involved me in this whole sorry saga with Peeta.” My irritation with her rises another notch. It was her idea to get involved, not mine. “Not that you shouldn’t fuck him,” she continues. “Peeta’s had his fun, so why can’t you? Heck, I’d even say fuck the entire district; you don’t owe him anything. But it doesn’t help, you know. Not when I’ve been working my arse off to get the two of you back together. But today I really could have used your help. With Peeta having flashbacks every five minutes and Haymitch next to useless. Aurelius says it’s the stress but – “ “Wait! Slow down. I can’t make head or tail of what you’re on about.” I shake my head in confusion. “What stress? And why isn’t Lace taking care of him? It should be her responsibility, not yours. I don’t –” “They broke up.” It takes a few seconds to sink in. And when it does, all I can do is stare at Johanna thunderstruck. “But why?” I eventually get out. “Is it because she lied?” Johanna shrugs. “I asked him that. He said they both lied.” She comes to sit down beside me on the porch step, having calmed down a little. “When he came home last night, he didn’t seem too bad, just really flat, like he had nothing left. But this morning, he started having those flashbacks he gets where he has to clutch the back of a chair or something. I went to Haymitch for help but he chose last night, of all nights, to go on a bender. I couldn’t get one sensible word out of him.” “Sometimes a jug of cold water thrown over him helps,” I say absently, still stunned over the news of Peeta and Lace’s breakup. Despite myself, a kernel of hope takes root in my heart. Could the breakup have been over me, even just a little bit? But then just as quickly, I squash it down flat, stomp it back down into the earth, and bury it deep. Fool! When will you learn? My gaze settles on his house across the street, only a very short distance away, and I wish I could be there with him. I feel bad that I wasn’t, but I know I wouldn’t have been wanted even if I had. He has enough to deal with without adding his current awkwardness with me to the mix. How can you feel right accepting comfort for heartbreak, when the very person who’s doing the comforting is heartbroken over you? I’m very grateful that Johanna is taking care of him, but I can’t help feeling jealous too. She gets to be the one to protect him, when it used to be me. Johanna’s voice snaps me back to attention. “So, I got on the phone to Aurelius and told him what happened. He said emotional stress exacerbates his condition and to increase his meds. Which I did, but he still kept on having them. A couple of hours ago I slipped some sleep syrup into his tea, so he could get some rest, and he’s now sleeping it off. I don’t want to be gone too long on the chance he wakes up. Although I did give him a big dose.” If it was the same as I gave him in our first Games, he’ll be out until at least noon tomorrow. “How did you get him to drink it? He would have noticed the sweetness. He doesn’t take sugar in his tea.” “I think he wanted to be knocked out,” says Johanna. “He was exhausted.” “Do you know who broke it off?” I ask. It seems to me that it must have been Lace since he’s taken it so hard. “No. I couldn’t get him to talk much.” She lets out a breath and shakes her head. “What a mess! The reception will have to be cancelled, though I doubt he’ll get his money back at such short notice. And what he’s spent on clothes for himself and the wedding party.” That��s news to me. Surely Peeta wasn’t paying to outfit the entire wedding party. Who was to be in it, anyway? And then it dawns on me. Of course, friends and family of Lace. “At least there’s one blessing, Lace’s relatives are still in 8 so he hadn’t yet paid for hotel rooms for them all. He’d booked the best rooms for them too.” Johanna rolls her eyes at this. I narrow mine. That bitch! And after I had warned her not to encourage Peeta’s extravagant spending on this wedding. “Do you think he’ll be alright?” I ask. “He’s already gone through so much.” “Yeah, I think so,” she answers. “He’s had a lucky escape if you ask me, although it might take a while for him to see it that way. That relationship always seemed off to me – like they were trying too hard. I would have given it a year if they’d married. Eighteen months, tops.” “Maybe,” I say uncommittedly. I don’t know if I agree. What I do know is that Peeta would have given it everything he had to make it work. And if a mutual love of swimming pools and dining out at restaurants is a good foundation for a marriage, then they had it. They both wanted kids too and that’s something I can’t promise him. Peeta would be a wonderful father. If anyone is to be a parent, anyone can see it should be Peeta. “So, is it serious between you and Marcus? Because you might have a shot with Peeta now,” says Johanna. “No!” I burst out, and Johanna’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the ferocity of my response. “I don’t have any chance with Peeta, none at all, so you can give that game up right now. He knows how I feel about him. He guessed from something Haymitch told him and he’s been avoiding me since. And I’m tired, Jo. Tired of getting my hopes up and then having them dashed. I’ve spent the past year trying to remind him what we were to each other, and failed. But the simple truth is that, if he loved me, he wouldn’t have got with Lace in the first place. I’m not . . . I just don’t want to go there anymore. I’ve had enough. ” “Wow! That was extreme,” Johanna says, shooting me an incredulous look. “I thought the mission was to help Peeta find himself. Which would also include regaining his attraction to you. I assume then that you’ve given up?” “Not given up. Faced reality.” I say.

“Humph!” snorts Johanna, unconvinced. “Well, it’s your call but before I let it go for good, I want to tell you a theory I’ve been working on. Just don’t say anything until I’ve finished.” “Alright, go ahead,” I say wearily, scrubbing at my forehead. Johanna will do what she wants to anyway. “Well,” she starts, with the air of someone telling a story to a small child, “it involves this man – let’s call him Peeta – who had his mind shattered into a million pieces by an evil troll – we’ll call him Snow – and when his mind was put back together again, some of the pieces were in the wrong place. And his love for his teenage crush – Katniss, we’ll call her – had gone AWOL and had been replaced with a conviction that she had never loved him, and never could. And then along comes this other woman – known as Lace, although it’s not her real name – and even though she’s a giggling idiot, she knows how to pander to his ego - which is in the toilet, by the way - with lavish displays of admiration and affection. “But then one day, he wakes up, and realizes that what he loved about Lace, was really his own needs reflected back at him. And also that she was a lying deceitful bitch. At the same time, he’s come to realise that it’s Katniss he really loves, but he thinks that not only has he ruined any chance he might have had with her by being with Lace, she’s now with another man, who not only likes the things she likes, but has two legs, no burn scars and isn’t a mental mess. So, to be fair to Lace, he breaks it off with her, and to be fair to Katniss, he leaves her alone to live her life. But then, the whole situation becomes too much for him and it brings on flashbacks, one after another, in rapid succession. It’s fortunate that a loyal, resourceful, amazingly intelligent friend is there to give aid. She then tries to talk sense into Katniss, which, as usual, is a waste of time. But she tries anyway, hopeful that one day, something might get through to that brainless head of hers.” “That last part was completely unnecessary,” I say. There’s no gain in rising to Johanna’s barbs, any more than there is to Max’s teasing. They really are alike. Maybe that’s why they fight. As for her theory, it does have some plausibility, but it’s still mostly wild speculation. “Is there something you know that I don’t?” I ask. “Or did you make that up?” Johanna shrugs. “I made it up. But you have to admit it makes sense.” I roll my eyes at her. “For you, maybe.” We sit in silence for a few moments until Johanna slaps her thighs and gets to her feet. “I should get going now, just in case. I don’t want him waking up to an empty house. Oh, and Katniss, if you’re going to fuck Marcus, you should do something about birth control. Sex has consequences, you know.” “Yes, I do know that. My mother is a healer, if you recall. I know how to take care of myself.” What I don’t tell her is that in 13, all female military recruits were given five-year contraceptive implants before they were sent into action. Johanna wouldn’t know this because she failed the final test having succumbed to her phobia of water, a consequence of her torture in the Capitol. Something I’m sure Johanna wouldn’t like to be reminded of. Before she leaves, she says, “I’ll keep you posted, and I think you should visit once things settle down a bit. He needs to know he’s not alone.” I nod because it’s easier than arguing. I’m pretty sure that Peeta won’t want to see me. It might even bring on another flashback. I watch Johanna walk over to Peeta’s house and close the door behind her. And then I open the door of my own house to where Marcus is waiting. He’s set out a platter of cheeses, pickles, carrot sticks, crackers and fruit. And some kind of spread that he made from a can of chickpeas he found in the pantry. There’s also a plate of Peeta’s cookies and a pot of tea. “Peeta again?” asks Marcus. He pours out two mugs of tea and sets one in front of me. “How did you guess?” I hope we weren’t speaking so loudly that it could heard from inside the house. The dining table is not far from a window. My face reddens at the thought, especially since there was talk about Marcus and fucking. “Because whenever you and Johanna have one of your private talks out there on the porch, it’s about him. I hope everything’s alright.” He makes a plate of food for himself while he’s speaking, his expression unreadable. I get the impression that he’s well and truly over Peeta Mellark. I come straight out with it. Word is going to get out anyway. “Peeta and Lace have split up. The wedding’s off. Peeta is . . .” I pause here. I don’t want to give too much of Peeta’s mental state away. People, Marcus included, already think he’s unstable. “Peeta’s very upset about it,” I end up saying. His hands still for a moment, poised as he cuts a slice of cheese to add to his plate. “That’s . . . unfortunate. I suppose it had something to do with the incident at the pub last week?” “I’m not sure. Probably.” I don’t really know, but Johanna said something about both of them lying, so I think it’s safe to assume. “Johanna wasn’t very clear about it.” I take a cracker from the platter and nibble on it. My appetite seems to have dried up for some inexplicable reason. Something is wrong, and I don’t know what it is. The air almost crackles with it. “How do you feel about it?” he asks, eyes intent on mine. I don’t answer immediately, unsure of the motive behind his question. Is he asking my opinion on the break-up – whether I think it was good thing, or a bad thing? Or is he asking how it’s affected me emotionally? I decide the first option is the safer of the two.

“It’s sad. They seemed very compatible. But I guess if you don’t have trust in a marriage, then it’s unlikely to work in the long run, so perhaps it’s for the best.” I shrug my shoulders slightly to simulate indifference and sip my tea. “It’s hard for me to comment exactly, without knowing the details,” I add. “The devil’s in the details,” he says, almost distractedly. “But you’re right about trust. No relationship can be successful without it.” And then he returns to his food, and nothing more is said about it. But something’s not quite right. The only thing I can attribute it to is the news of Peeta and Lace’s cancelled wedding. Perhaps he thinks our relationship is at risk now, when nothing could be further from the truth. There’s no chance that Peeta and I will get back together. Lace out of the picture won’t change that. Later that night, after a quick shower, I pull from my closet a filmy negligee the colour of apricots. It was part of the wardrobe Cinna designed for my wedding to Peeta. I never got the chance to wear it, nor the matching nightgown, so light that it’s almost transparent. I trail the gauzy fabric through my fingers, noting how fragile it is. It would be so easy to rip from neckline to hem, that it makes me wonder if that’s its intended purpose. My mind can’t help but imagine how Peeta would have reacted to seeing me in it. Or how he would react if I showed up at his house right now, with only this sheer, flimsy garment to cover my naked body. Probably it would send him into a flashback that he’d never come back from. I take a critical look at myself in the full-length mirror. The soft orange complements my olive skin and my hair, freed from its braid, ripples down my back in silky waves. My body is slender and small breasted, but still feminine, the waist curved and the hips rounded. My nipples stand out in hard peaks against the gossamer thin fabric and the dark triangle of my pubic hair is clearly visible. I turn my back to peer over my shoulder. My best asset, my “derriere”, as Effie would call it, is high and round. The burn scars, most prevalent on my back, are barely noticeable now, thanks to the skin treatments, except for a few spots where the skin looks slightly melted. Not too bad, Everdeen. Not too bad at all. My feet are silent on the carpeted floor to the guest room. I rap lightly on the door and he tells me to come in. He’s toweling himself dry but he stops the instant he lays eyes on me. And when the towel drops to the floor, forgotten, I see that I’ve achieved the exact response I was hoping for. The love-making this night is wild and uninhibited. It dawns on me that Marcus had been holding back, perhaps in deference to my virgin status, but now that’s abandoned. My theory about the nightgown proves correct. Marcus rips it right down the middle and then slips it off my shoulders in one movement, taking the robe with it. I didn’t know that humans could make love like animals, with the male thrusting from behind. I’d always assumed it was face to face like the illustration in the tattered text book we were provided with in the meagre sex education classes at school. But I love it, so animalistic and exciting, the way he pounds into me, his hands holding my hips firmly in place. The way I can’t help but arch my back to welcome him in with every thrust. But after our passion is spent, my thoughts return again to Peeta. How he’s feeling, how helpless I am to help. I try hard to recreate the magic of the concrete house by the lake, where I could lie in Marcus’s arms, warm and snug and drift into a dreamless sleep. Because I know instinctively, that the nightmares will return tonight, as bad as ever. If only Peeta had never come back to 12. He would have got the treatment he still desperately needed if he had stayed in the Capitol. He wouldn’t have met Lace, and she him. And as for me, I was resigned to the fact that I had lost him and I know now that I would have recovered from my depression eventually. His return simply sparked a false hope that I’ve been battling ever since. So here I lie, in the arms of a man who is as close to perfect as you can get, and my head is full of Peeta Mellark.

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kahayaya · 4 years

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Aug 20th Keto Diet

I started my keto Diet on Aug 16th officially.

Weight at the time I would say 220 ibs.

Reason for doing Keto:

I wanted to challenge myself, to see if I can manage a diet and keep track of what i eat. I think being sober for a semester made me think I can also do this diet.

side note, I made a promise to myself when Alex leaves, I would change something about myself that I think would be good for me. Physically this is one of them. I also want to try to talk to people more and be more comfortable around others.

I want to lose weight. I think during my time in quarantine, I had a bad habits for my health. I would doordash everyday with a lot of food. Also since I stopped running, I didn't move around much. So I would sit in my bedroom just looking at videos and doing nothing. I think I gained 20 ibs since April.

Particularly keto because I had one of my friends do it. He had success. And something I would have never expected from him to do during college. He goes to ASU, which is a party school. And you can’t drink beer. He managed to do keto while under all those circumstances. So I am inspired by him to challenge that.

Also Daniel and Adi were gonna do it this semester. IDK if they are following through, but if they are good. If they are not, well I kind of expected that :p (BoJack syndrome)

Also since all classes are online, I will be home all the time. So I can just cook up a meal at home, then going to campus and meal prep. So the times when I cook will be at my disposal.

So I think imma write my thoughts up to now from day to day, but I’ll try to recall my thoughts from Day 1 till now.

Day 1 Aug 16th:

Definitely missed eating foods and I understood the struggle of going on this diet. I remember I went with Daniel to wholefoods to grab groceries. He told me about this drink called zevia, Which is no calorie soda with a sweetener that doesn’t raise blood sugar. Did research and it turns out that the drink is very keto friendly. I think I ate tuna and eggs for that day.

Day 2 Aug 17th:

So I was not feeling much this day, cuz the 16th was light. That day was the first time to actually attempt a full keto diet. I also ran that day. but I felt really tired and exhausted. I think it was my new shoes cuz last time I ran in them they were painful and made me exhausted. So I stopped by target to grab some groceries for keto and household stuff. That day I made tuna again and eggs. I also attempted to intermittent Fast that day. I decided to stick with a window between 1- 7pm. I ate some food toward like tuna and eggs again. Then towards the end of my window, I got hungry. I then realized I had no snacks, so i stopped by Safeway to grab pork rinds and macademia nuts. I ate those snacks right when I got home. So I wasn’t too devastated that I ate outside the window cuz I knew my body needed some kind of food.

Day 3 Aug 18th:

First day of classes. I remember I had my 8 AM class and my body was really hungry. So i stuck it out and took a nap right after class. I woke up around 11:45 to cook for my next class. I made an omelette with avacado and bacon. I think I ate during class, cuz we didn’t need to have our camera on. Fast foward, I think I baked lemon chicken after my classea were done. It was an alright chicken. Not too bad but also not too good. I like the zesty taste.

Day 4 Aug 19th:

I think I weighed myself and I dropped to 211 ish pounds. I was quite surprise the amount lost, but this was due to all the water weight lose I think. I think during this time I started to get brain fog. My thoughts were a mist of sorts. Similar to the first time I took E and the after effects. This is also part of the keto and IF part, so this is normal to have this. If it last long, I will reconsider about the diet and IF. I also had a dream the night before that I ate some fries and I spit it out. That dream was wild cuz I was in a car ride and somehow we drove off a cliff and into a water. I somehow teleported to a hotel room with the same people in the car and thats when the fry incident happened.

Day 5 Aug 20th:

So I had another weird dream where I was a pier similar to Santa Clara. It had like all the carnival stuff and it was night time. I then somehow got a mocha coffee. I drank it. Half way through the mocha, I realized the mocha had sugar and milk. I was like shit, I just broke my keto. I was sad and then I think I woke up. But other than that I made the same breakfast n stuff. I also noticed my appetite has been really small. I think I’m actually eating like 1000 calories a day. I don’t know if this is good, but Im defs eating a lot less calories. I weighed myself today and I was 208. So as of right now there is a steady weight lost. I know there will be some kind of plateau but Im trying to combine excercise and cardio. Can’t do cardio cuz its smokey outside from the wildfires. So I’ve been doing pushups and ab-rollout. I also ordered a dumbell with adjustable weights going up to 25 ibs. So this will be very useful for when I workout at home. As of right now, I got hungry and finished up my breakfast. So I will have to see how my meal will be by 7pm.

With that being said this is how my keto and IF is going. I think it’s going well. I think I will change this kind of diary to be a weekly, probs every Friday to track how my progress is going and any highlights of the week. Follow my journey to keto! Again this is a promise I made to myself to keep me moving in life!

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Warning for this chapter: -Dangerous stunts, ocean, drowning, weaponry, uuuuhhh...that is about it (Also stupid line break picture for the tumblr version)

Sand crunched under his bare feet as he walked along the beach. The sun hung low in the sky and created a long shadow that disappeared into the dark green water. Wood and shells scattered the shore as waves began to move higher and higher as high tide came back in to greet the moon.

Sea foam wrapped around his ankles as he diverted his straight path along the sandy shore to a cluster of rocks. He grabbed onto a stone; the cold, wet algae finding a way under his fingernails as he pulled himself up. Each pull and tug, movement of ascension, was met with some hesitation as he adjusted his grip so he would not fall back onto the rocks below.

The man pulled himself up onto a hidden path, more likely a part of the rock had broken away long ago and left this flat section. The ledge he stood on was barely wide enough for him to stand, his back forced to be against the rock wall behind him, so he did not fall.

Salty wind blew his messy bangs into his face as he began to inch around the rock, careful of every step that he took. He used his bare feet to feel for any loose stone before he put his weight fully onto it. The journey would have taken an inexperienced climber twenty minutes, but he did it in half the time.

Down below him the beach was gone. Waves hit the rocky sides of the cliff angrily. The dark churning water only seemed more menacing as the light of the sun began to disappear. Soon he would be left in the dark, but he did not care.

A grin stretched onto his face as he hopped nimbly to a ledge much wider and easier to keep balance. Enough room for him to feel perfectly safe and steady.

The bag that he had been carrying was put down carelessly as he looked down over the side. Down at the choppy waters. His grin fading into a look of confusion when he thought he spotted something under the dark waves.

Cautiously, he moved closer to the edge and squinted down. The darkness of the oncoming night no longer a comfort as it hid something under the waves. His toes curled to clutch at the edge of the rock; body resisted the want to look closer in fear of falling.

“Hello?” His voice echoed off the walls and was drowned out by the sound of waves, “Are you one of mine?”

There was no answer. He stood up straighter and took a small step back from the edge of the cliff. He furrowed his brows in thought. The shadow below the waves had been too vague for him to tell what waited below the waves.

“Guess I am not doing an evening dive,” he sighed to himself. A black expression appeared on his face before he shrugged and he turned on his heel, “Ah well. Can still work on my super-secret project.”

With a flick of his wrist the cliff face that housed the ledge he stood on opened-up like a door. Green torches came to life and showed a long hallway that seemed to go on for miles. Water dripped from the ceiling and the hall gave a blast of cold, damp air.

The man took in a deep breath and sighed. A happy smile on his face as he moved to grab his bag. He did not make it over to it. The cliff ledge he stood on shook and made him slip on the slippery rock. He held his hands out to catch his balance.

For a moment it looked like he would be safe as his lower back hit the rock he had been balanced on. His breath left his lungs with a small wheeze as the surface under him fell still.

Something below him had smashed into the rock.

Something under the waves.

He turned his head to look down back at the water that was below him. Somehow, in this vulnerable position, the drop down seemed much farther then before. In the darkness of the newly settled night he saw nothing. Only heard the crash of the waves. His heart pounded wildly in his chest as he tried to sit up.

Another hit shook the cliff more.

He began to slide.

Hands unable to grab onto anything he felt himself tip off the ledge. Wind whistled around him loudly as tried to shake himself from his shock to grab onto something; anything.

He heard someone screaming. He vaguely wondered who it was. Who noticed his fall?

He only became aware that it was his own scream when what little air he still had in his lungs was knocked out by the force of the water as he landed. The pain from the hard smack hurt. The waves tossed him under and then smashed him against the cliff that he had once stood on top of.

The saltwater stung his eyes as he forced them open as the waves continued to pummel him against the rough surface of the cliff. What little air he still had escaped in bubbles as he tried to figure which way was up; which way was towards air.

Black danced around his vision as the waves smashed him back against the rocks once more. He did his best to shake it off as the cry from his lungs pleaded with him to move. To get oxygen.

He pushed off the cliff side with all his might; hands and feet scraped by the harsh surface so that the saltwater could sting them. It was worth it for the sweet taste of air as he broke the surface of the water.

The man gasped and sputtered. Trying to get as much air into his lungs as possible before he would have to try and swim back to the beach. At least, that had been the plan.

Something below the surface of the wild waves had moved closer. Something had brushed against his leg. He tried to see but the darkness of the night, the movement of the water, and his own tired mind could not find anything to spot. He only got a clear lock on it when he felt something wrap tightly around his ankle.

Not a sound left him as the creature pulled Remus back under the waves. The ocean seeming to calm once the deed was done.

The mindscape, or palace as the twins insisted, was calm. Thomas was in bed reading a book that he had wanted to pick up for a few months, so the sides had the rest of the night free. Patton took this as an indication that they could all have a family dinner and game night. While met with different reactions from certain sides, Roman had jumped on board immediately.

He did not have to do much in terms of creative ideas while Thomas was focused on another’s creative work. This was how he found himself dancing around Patton in the warm kitchen as they finished up the final preparations for dinner.

“I think these biscuits are ready to go, Padre.”

Roman turned the oven off with a tap of a button and pulled on the oven mitts. The biscuits that he pulled out were golden brown. The heat the emitted did not stop Roman from reaching for one once he set the baking sheet down and pulled the mitts off.

Instead of a rewarding treat he found his arms full of plates and cutlery.

“Not yet they need to cool, my hungry prince,” Patton giggled. “Besides, don’t want to ruin the appetite so close to dinner time.”

“But Patton,” Roman pouted, “It is just one.”

“One that will burn your mouth like last time,” Patton moved to stir the mac and cheese.

“It was not that bad.”

Patton sighed and shook his head in fondness at the impatience of the creative side.

“Alright, how about this, you can have one as soon as you finish setting the table for me.”

Roman stood up straighter and hugged the tableware he had been handed, “Promise?”

“Promise.”

Roman grinned brightly and rushed to get out of the kitchen, “I am holding you to that, Pat!”

A quest was obtained and Roman was determined to do his best job at it. His goal in sight, the tasty treat that he would get to eat before dinner even began. Maybe if he was lucky, he could sneak some of the Wild Berry Crofters onto it before Logan came downstairs.

He hummed a tune to himself as he placed all the plates in front of every chair. Cloth napkins appeared out of thin air, folded into swans at the flick of a wrist, before they landed gently on each plate.

The last napkin swan had just touched down onto the shiny surface of the plate when a sudden feeling of panic seized him. The cups and silverware fell to the ground as the usually put together prince braced himself onto the nearest chair. He clutched at the front of his uniform as the pain seemed to only grow, centering on his chest.

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. He had to do something and yet, he felt frozen. Frozen and doubled over in the dining room; stuck in place to stare down at his shoes.

Something was wrong.

“-man?”

Something is wrong.

“Roman!”

He distantly heard a voice calling his name.

“Something is wrong,” he mumbled the words to himself under his breath.

“Roman, what is wrong? Are you okay?”

The warm hand that touched him freed him from the spell of terror, but he only became more worried as the pain turned into simply a dull throb. A dying memory, a dying force, buried deep within him.

Patton looked at him with worried eyes behind his glasses; obviously trying to find a physical injury on the side before him.

“What happened? Did you stab yourself with one of the steak knives?”

Roman gently moved Patton’s hands off him and rushed towards the stairs.

Something is wrong. Something is wrong.

“Roman!?!” Patton was at his heels. “Roman, please, tell me what happened? You’re worrying me.”

“I’m fine,” Roman insisted as he pushed into his bedroom. He nimbly jumped over his brother’s mess so he could get to the wall of weapons that was situated on his brother’s side of the room. “But I think I am going to be late for dinner.”

Roman picked up a net, his sword, and then hesitantly grabbed Remus’ morning star.

“What…what do you mean you are going to miss dinner?” Roman turned to find Patton standing in the doorway, a scared look on his face.

“I’m fine, Patton,” he tried to give a reassuring smile, but it fell flat. “But…But Remus isn’t.”

The dull ache in his chest told him he could not delay. Could not wait for Patton to question him more on specifics. The longer he stood there and did nothing the more likely it was that Thomas would lose half of his creativity; that he would lose his brother.

Roman only paused his rush to get out of the room to give Patton a quick hug. The morning star slung over his shoulder, his sword strapped to his belt, and a small hope. A small hope that moved him fast out the door and towards the imagination.

That he could get to his brother in time.

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ghostladyofwinterfell · 5 years

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The Lone Wolf (Jonsa AU)

Chapter One: Dark Words

Summary: The new King in the North sent men to begin colonising beyond the Wall. Five years later, new towns are being added to the map, settlements are growing larger and crops sustaining more people.

Now it is time for women to sail to the Frozen Shores to join them. They are known as the Maids to make Wives. Sansa has taken the place of one of these maids who had fallen before she had the chance to even set sail.

She unfolds the scroll again, her intended was her only chance at escape and he would not even know it. She whispers his name like a prayer, “Jon Snow”.

Sansa's new life began at the end of another's. She should be used to it by now. The numbness should be a known friend, the dark shroud of death should be a familiar comfort as she loses another that had once been close to her.

But she was a woman now, so she had put away childish things like dresses and dolls, her useless tears and the idea of love.

She was as icy as the bitter fortress that would soon be her new home. But then again she had always been a bad liar. Even to herself. It was still there, buried deep down and lost like a stone statue in the never ending turns of Winterfells crypt.

She felt it again, that flicker of pain at the mention of her lost family home. She was still weak, still a stupid girl.

"It's a sad sight to see. Don't matter how sweet or young, death will still come for 'yer", Yoren spoke breaking her of the trance she was under.

Strange thoughts always went through her mind when death touched her closely. She had been wondering how long it would take for her friend to look dead and not just sleeping and if she would see her lips turn blue or the flesh of her cheeks sink into her face.

Sansa thought back to just last night, her and Jeyne were still reacquainting themselves with one another again, when they met by chance upon the Kingsroad. They stayed together, perhaps because the feeling of their old comforting childhood resurfaced between them and Sansa didn't want to feel alone anymore.

The lone wolf dies.

Jeyne had offered to share her room, had even used her own gold to pay for food to warm Sansa's belly for days now. And the dye in her hair to keep her identity hidden while they were in Moles Town.

Even after all the years that they had been absent from each others lives, since she had left the North and then the months since she had fled the South, she had helped her. Jeyne did not owe her a thing, but she had risked her life and her own future all the same. And she knew she did not deserve it, but she took the help anyways even with the guilt eating her up.

"Maybe it's a blessing". She remembered the ravens that had come to deliver news to several of the women waiting at the inn in the early hours of the morn. It had squawked at Jeyne when she took the parchment and she had heard her mothers voice then, 'Dark wings, Dark words'.

Where Jeyne was heading was no place for her. She was still a sweet girl just like Yoren had said. Too sweet and soft for beyond the wall. She had heard the stories over the years while she was held captive with the King in the Stormlands and had garnered bits and pieces as she travelled further North. The King in The North had wanted to expand his hold and rule even further. He had sent men who were willing to go beyond the Wall to start that venture, different groups had been gone for near on five years now.

New towns were being added to the map, settlements grew larger, crops sustaining more people. He called the men who fought in his name heroes and said songs would be sung of their glory and bravery. And that it was time for many of his Winter Knights to have wives now, to start sowing seeds for future generations.

But Sansa knew that they were just that- stories. Who knew what kind of life one would have that far away from civilisation and what kind of husband. Wildings still inhabited beyond the wall and if reports were true still proving to be trouble.

That's where these women were going , a new life- a hard life. The King was giving gold to those willing to sweeten the venture, she supposes its the least he could as the women were bargaining with their lives.

And poor, sweet Jeyne would could have actually been safer for her to go there. The North was no longer a haven for those who had supported her family. Her family, her fault. The guilt made her bite at her lip.

"Aye, maybe you're right. Still, bad luck I reckon to be going one short on the first carriage there. Someone's gonna be disappointed", he grasped at his quill dipping it the black ink and went to cross out her friends name.

"Wait"- the words tumbled out quickly, too quickly for her mind to even catch up on the plan that was still forming. She paused for some time mulling it over, a part of her trying to talk herself out of it, it would never work.

She turned to Yoren whose hand had remained still. He raised an eyebrow at her then, as though he were reading her mind and curious to see which road she would travel. There was no choice really. A hard life beyond the wall or uncertainty. The only reason she had even made it this far was with help. The Hound, Tyrion, Ser Dontos, Baelish, Lord Royce, Jeyne. She had no one now. She looked down to her poor, dead friend again whispering a sorry in her mind as she reached for the scroll and bag of gold from her cloak pocket and turned to Yoren.

He gave her smile that seemed wicked to her then, "Didn't think you had it in you. Perhaps I was wrong about you Jeyne, you may survive beyond the Wall yet". He stepped to his side revealing the carriage of women waiting and ticked off Jeynes name.

She tried to give him a small smile in return, thankful for his mercy upon her. She stepped into the carriage as Yoren climbed up the front to steer the horses. The carriage jolted forward, one of the women letting out a surprised gasp but she didn't turn towards the sound. Instead she pulled the corner of the curtain up and watched as the men came to take the body to her newly dug gave. She kept watching still, even after she lost sight of the buildings of Moles Town. She kept watching as her old life disappeared.

* * * * *

Sansa tried to hide her huff of annoyance as discreetly as she could. Her mothers lessons on courtesy still ingrained in her, but Lolly Stokeworths complaining was getting on her last nerve.

The winds were blowing harshly on the fourth night as they settled to camp and as a Southernor, Lolly was not used to its fierce bite.

Once the men had built the lean to, Yoren had rescued them by presenting wine he had bought from a farmer in the Gift to share. They had one cup to help warm their bellies and to help loosen their tongues. They would all be living in the same small town together but it seemed as if they had all been stunned silent, perhaps at the sense of foreboding of their fates that hung heavy in the air. Sansa made sure that she sipped the wine slowly until she felt a warmness in her cheeks. Then moving a patch of snow, she carefully poured a river of red upon the grass with the rest. Sansa had seen first hand the different ways that wine affects the body and she needed to always have her wits about her if she was to survive.

She kept reassuring herself that it would be fine. Sansa knew Jeyne, had grown up with her, so pretending to be her wouldn't be hard. She had gotten better at pretending with the years of practice. Sometimes it was a struggle, particularly tonight, when the women had finally begun to commune with one another.

She tried to keep it short. She hears Cersei's echo, Only lies have detail . Say too much and you'll start to forget and trip yourself up on a tall tale you have spun. She knew there were people still looking for her. And being out of the North for so long, being cut off from any news of its plight as another form of punishment from Joffrey, left her in the dark. Like when they talked about yet another poor Lords family that had met a gruesome end to the Prince. Ramsay Bolton had a bloody appetite.

Sansa stands still on the last few steps, halting her and Gilly. Even if she was eager to be in a building with four walls and a roof instead of the open road, there was always time for information to be listened to. Gilly Craster and her sisters Morag and Sissy had met them at Shadow Tower to join them onwards, they all appeared a miserable trio to look upon.

"Wait- you're not going there to become a wife?" she only spoke to Gilly, who seemed much more agreeable than the other.

"No. My father owns the tavern their, so me and my sisters are joining him. Meera's going their to meet her brother as well and not a husband". Lucky people. They still have family to meet, she thought on sadly.

She nodded, burying these findings away to think upon later. Right now she was hungry, tired and her muscles had been aching for days.

They all ate together in the old Nights Watch castle, dining on fish as they supped in the Great Hall were they would also sleep.

She stayed close to Gilly and Shae, liking the quiet calm that surrounded them. Gilly was sweet like Jeyne, but she saw it in her eyes, a certain hardness to withstand a cold and tough life. Shae was agreeable. Brazen, but not unkind in the way she asked Sansa lots of questions and not in the nosey way that Violet had. She would stay away from that one.

Gilly had found it all odd. That all the other woman baring Meera it seemed, were intended to marry men they had never met. It wasn't to Sansa, who when she was still a princess knew she would marry another King or Lord she had never met, if her father had wished it.

This situation held another aspect that would be an advantage to her. The intended brides and men had never met, had never wrote to each other, all each of them had was a slip of parchment with one another's name. Sansa could play this game and be someone else.

She settles in for the night, snuggling beneath her fur and pressing close to Shae to share warmth. Pulling the parchment out again from her cloak she opens it, smoothing out the crease and whispers his name like a prayer, "Jon Snow".

They travel for another week by ship, captained by Ser Davos to the new towns along the Frozen Shores. The town this ship was destined for was named Boltonspoint, in honour of the King.

In that week when a storm had hit, when the waves had reared up as high Winterfells walls and crashed down upon them, a fever had fallen upon her. Many of the women had clung to whatever was sturdy for dear life as they swayed, some with their heads in buckets with sea sickness. Shae had tended to her, used to a long voyage when she made the journey over many years ago from Essos.

She'd been delirious with it. Seeing ghosts walking about the ship and not just in her dreams but even when she was awake. She felt a cloth wipe at her brow, so she grasped the arm and stared at Shae trying to anchor her eyes to something that was still. "I'm going to die out here".

"Don't worry, the storm will pass", Shae tried to soothe her.

But Sansa could not be soothed, not when she was being haunted. "I will die and then I'll go to hell for what I have done."

"What is it Lady Jeyne?"

"I had to get beyond the Wall, away from those who hunt me in the south. That is why I'm here. It is why I'll surely die. I do not even deserve this second chance" -she paused seeing the body of him standing across the hull of the ship, those wide and young blue eyes bore into her soul- "I killed a boy".

Shae stilled then shushed her quietly, stroking her hair until the blackness swallowed her whole.

"Land ahead". Sansa jolted awake at the shouts up on the deck, disorientated for a moment, until Gilly came into view handing Sansa her bag.

All the women began rushing up the wooden staircase with wide eyes then and she felt the rush of curiosity urge her as well.

She slotted in the middle of Shae and Ros as they gazed out at the horizon. It was there. A small mass seeming to arise in the distance. It all seemed to meld into one, the greyness of both the sky and the land. There was not a flash of colour in sight, no banners blowing in the wind. Sigils and houses did not matter here, and she was glad for it.

Nobody spoke, they all just stared at what would be there new home growing larger. After tightening her bag over her body, they all struggled with as much dignity as they could, down the rope ladder and into small row boats. She could not help the hard stare she gave Violet who sniggered at Lady Walda Frey, who had needed some help getting into the boat.

She would stay away from that one.

She dipped her hand into the water breaking the swell of waves that threw the head of the small boat up at such a high angle. The waves seemed to rise rougher the closer they got to land, which only added to the swaying sensation in her stomach brought on by the fact there was no turning back. She would have to navigate this as best as she was able.

It was in reach now, the wooden dock they would step onto, the many bleak faces of men lining the town and his face was most likely among them. It was not just some fantasy of escape. She would not be afraid. She would be steadfast like father, fierce like mother and strong like Robb.

The question of who Jon Snow was had been swirling around her mind for sometime now. It was true, that she was no longer bothered about her old dreams of a handsome knight, all she wanted was a kind man. But she was desperate for something on him, to know something about him so she was prepared.

She already knew somethings. She was to marry a bastard. At least he was a Northern one, and one clearly legitimised by a Lord to carry the official bastard name. She wanted to know more. Information is power.

Her head whipped around to their Captain, he was a good man she could tell, and a man who lived at Boltonspoint. Someone who knew all about these men.

"Ser Davos, tell me- these men have not seen a woman in many years. They will outnumber us 4 to 1, as a good man, will we have assurances that we will be safe", she stared at his face hard, hoping to catch more than just words in his response. The few woman on the row boat took notice at her inquisition as well.

"Aye m 'lady. Though many of these men have questionable morals, there are many there that are honourable men." He gave his verdict with conviction that she did not doubt his statement. But she needed to know more.

"Many men. What are some of those men's names?" she was being obvious and she was sure he knew it to.

"Rest assured, your husband is one of those men. The best of the sorry lot of them really". He picked up the pace of his oars, eager to get their sooner in case all the women started to ask questions about their intended.

"Truly?" she heard the soft innocence in her voice and steeled herself to take a moment before replying. She was not a girl whose whole life depended on a man, if he was not so honourable she would survive. She was strong, strong enough to have survived many traumas.

But knowing he had honour warmed her, although with the pool of such few men there the example set of what honourable was here must be low.

"Aye, the white wolf they call him." She didn't know how to respond to that, not without calling him a liar. For he was not a wolf. Only the Starks were wolves.

She took Ros' hand to help her up and off the boat, turning to give Shae hers to help her up onto the platform as well. If her younger self knew she would be helping these types of woman, sleeping close to them, eating and conversing with them, she would have shocked herself into an early grave.

Yoren, Davos, his son Matthos and Will escort them from the dock and into the fray.

The men are a wall of blacks and greys. They look to be as bleak as the town they inhabit. Some look at them as though they have no idea what creatures they are, others look blankly at them. It's the ones that have hunger in their eyes that make her look down nervously, they stare hard making it clear they have not seen a pair of tits in five years.

She hoped Jon did not stare at her like that, as if she would only be good for one thing here. She looked down at herself then, milky white skin adorned with raven coloured hair, dressed and cloaked in the same shade. Perhaps she would fit in here more than she first thought.

They all formed a line leading up to a portly man with dark hair who stood behind a stand with paper and ink. He wasn't in charge though, she could tell. He was nervous, barely looking at anyone in the eye. He was not a leader.

"Samwell, all 17 ladies here safe and sound", Yoren handed over the parchment that had the ticks next to their names. She looked at hers, Jeyne Poole. She was Jeyne Poole now.

"Daughters", an ugly man bellowed who looked half into his cups as he swayed forward a little. Gilly and her sisters left the group and joined their father. Craster, his smile was too strange for them, a little too wide and toothy. After getting their names mixed up he gave them a one-handed, half-hearted hug, the only reason for that seeming as though everyone had their eyes on them.

He turned to all the townsmen then with a fiendish look on his face. "I know, some of you empty handed fuckers would love one of my daughters here because all you've got to go to tonight is yer own hand. But I see you look at 'em in the wrong way- I'll take 'yer eye. An you even think about touchin 'em- well, I'll take more than yer hand".

She felt sorry for the Crater daughters growing up with a man that crass. He walked off his arms around two Gilly and Sissy sloshing his ale between them. He had his arm a little too tightly around their necks looking more like he was dragging them off rather than guiding them to his tavern.

Sansa felt as though she had a rock on her chest as Gilly would not or could not even turn her head in Crasters arm to say goodbye.

She turned to the quiet sounds of joy to see Meera and Jojen hugging each other tightly. She pictures that it would be the exact same hug she would have given Robb had he won the war and saved her from the Stormlands or Casterly Rock.

Samwell looked off to a man at his left who nodded at him to begin. Samwell started taking the ladies scrolls and shouting their intended over. The higher born ladies that had been travelling with them had the honour of going first.

They had all donned their best gowns the last morning on the ship. The six of them had grouped together showing off their fabrics in an array of green, blue and red hues complementing each other on their choices. They helped braid each others hair and giggled like young girls about their future husbands, some even blushing when their wedding night was whispered about.

She had been one of them once, years ago, when she was betrothed to Prince Joffrey heir to Stormsend. She had swooned, and giggled and blushed. She had been a little bird then and not a wolf and she had paid for that dearly.

Lady Roslin Frey was to be wed to Ser Beric Dondarian. Lady Walda Frey to Ser Alliser Thorne. Lady Lolys Stokeworth to Ser Endrew Tarth. Lady Serene Florent to Lord Waymar Royce. Lady Wylla Manderly to Lord Axel Mooton. Finally, Alys Karstark to Lord Cley Cerywn.

Sansa would have to answer to these people. If any of these Lords or Ladies ask for her to attend any of their needs here, then it was her duty as a low born townsfolk to see it done.

Their greetings were all proper, bowing, curtseying and kissed knuckles. She supposed the rest of the greetings may be different. The low born girls intendeds were not Lords who had grown up knowing how to treat a lady.

She imagined some of the men taking some of her companions she was lined up with, over their shoulders and straight back to their home like beasts. In her mind they would not even wait until the ceremony to bed them because they were bought and paid for. In there eyes that meant they could do as they pleased and Davos had already stated most of these men had no honour.

Maybe that is why the Ladies got to go first. Everything between them looked sweet and respectful as they floated away escorting the women around a tour of the town. They would get them away before they let the savages loose on the rest of them.

She had dawdled in the line until she was one of the last few girls before handing over her scroll to Samwell. The scroll that she had looked upon every night before she slept, to smooth out its crease and speak his name for a lullaby. Samwell paused, staring at her hard and swallowing nervously.

"Jon Snow". He didn't quite shout the name, not like he had the others.

There were a few murmurs from the men close around them, the spectators who had not bought a wife but stayed to watch until the end. She supposed this may be the most exciting thing to ever have happened in this town.

Sam cleared his throat realising he needed to speak up. "Jon Snow", it came out louder but with a bit of a squeak this time.

The men who were watching parted for the man who came through.

Black was his colour, the leathers wrapped around his body like a glove. He had dark and wild hair that blew in the breeze, she watched the muscles on his arm twitch as it ghosted over his sword. The sword in question at his hip looked good at his side, she wondered if he knew how to use it.

She knew why the men parted from him some of them murmuring his name in respect. As he stood near her in front of Sam she could see with his physique it was clearly that he trained with that sword.

He was handsome. More handsome than all the Ser's and Lord's that had come before him. She felt that thirteen year old girl squeal inside of her about how good he would look on HER arm, before she shoved her back down again to be buried away. Looks and breeding did not matter anymore, it was all about his values and how he treated those lower than him.

"Sam, what are you doing". He softened as he looked upon Sam but with no less confusion as to why his name was being called and why this girl could do nothing but wait and stare at him.

"Th-this here is Lady Jeyne. Or- or just Jeyne actually. She's not actually a Lady but a Stewards daughter. A late Stewards daughter", he winced and turned to her "Sorry".

She smiled sweetly in reply. Jeyne would have smiled sweetly if her late father was mentioned.

He turned back to Jon seeming to let his words run away with him, "She'll could be very useful here, growing up learning from her father how to run a huge castle and she's very pretty". Both her and Sam blushed at his own admission.

"That's nice. Now what's this got to do with me." He wouldn't look at her, not until she cleared her throat his eyes flicked down to her quick and sharp. He had a hard stare that could cut you down if it was swung your way. But she found he could not part her eyes from him.

She found she would not mind if he wanted to throw her over his shoulder. But he looked at her blankly, why was he acting like he was not ready to receive her.

She gave a pointed look over to the scroll with his name on and then at Sam in hopes he could clear up her intendeds obvious slowness. Had he forgotten they were arriving today or was he stupid and did not even realise this was why all the men were here waiting. She was going to be married to a simpleton, at least he was easy on the eye.

"Jon, she's to be your wife", Sam spoke slowly almost to calmly gauge any response.

"I don't- There's been a mistake. I did not pay and send for a wife".

Authors Note- I’ve written many first drafts of stories (like way too many) and this is the first one I’ve ever actually posted! I’m very nervous, so please be gentle. I feel like once this is posted I need to run and hide.

#jonsa #jon x sansa #jonsa fic #the lone wolf #jonsa au #jon and sansa

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amnachil · 4 years

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To the Perfection Chapter 1 Part 9

Me late ? Never :)

Thomas Wednesday February 13

He had always wondered what he could say to a girl who asked him out. I'll hurt them whatever I reply, right ? Usually, he had been trying his best to reassure them, but not this time. This time he just threw her like trash. To be honest, since last weekend, Thomas lived in a world of anger, bitterness and frustrating love. Anger towards everyone, and especially Raphaël. Bitterness against his brother too. I'm mad at him. The worst ? Dan seemed nicer and nicer which each day. And fatter. Being at home with him was hard, because he was so sweet, so understanding... Of course, he had tried to make an apology for Raphaël, and Thomas loved him even more for that. He's the only human part of my brother. Otherwise, he's just a freaky manipulative monster.

"Yo Thomy, we're waiting here." hailed him Joël.

They were supposed to train, right. The ginger smiled to his friend and started to run, the whole team behind him. He could feel Cody's stare behind his back, but he ignored it. You're spying for Raphaël, I know that already. I can't trust you. He sped up to outstrip them. Of course, it was the warm-up and they were supposed to follow, but who cared ? He finished his race far ahead the other. Or at least he thought. Joël arrived at the stadium a few minutes after him.

"That was quite intense." he smiled. "Don't you think it's a bit too much ?"

"You managed to do it." Thomas retorted. "The others should too."

His friend came closer and drank some water.

"The Jessica games ends tomorrow." he said. "And to my own disappointment, you're winning since I didn't have the balls to ask her out. What will you demand from me ?"

"It's a surprise."

The ginger hadn't thought much about it. He started this as a simple game, but right now he was so mad only means things came to his mind. But he looked for it anyway. And it would be nice to teah him a lesson. The others eventually arrived. With satisfaction, Thomas noticed Ilhan was the last, and exhausted. Nobody saw it yet, but he could glimpse a little roll of fat over his short. Seems like I'm having an impact on him...

When he came back home this evening, the young lad was satisfied by his session with Ilhan. He's complying so well to my orders... He wasn't like Cody or Joël, both traitors. It's just wild sex after a good stuffing session. Feelings are not involved, and that's great. Thomas was almost home when he noticed his science teacher coming straight fowards. Damnit. He tried to hide, but Darren saw him anyway.

"Thomas ? It's pretty late to wander around."

It's only 8 pm. What are you ? A nun ?

"I was studying at Ilhan's place." he explained with a smile. "We have a mathematic test coming soon."

His teacher nodded. Apparently, he had drunk because his cheeks were redder than usual. Thomas didn't like his lanky body, but he had cute feature. The girls in their class were always gossiping about him.

"It's nice to see you're opening to your friends." Darren said.

"Yeah... they're... very helpful. You're not coming from the highschool by the way. You were ?"

I know I shouldn't ask that but well... Maybe he would learn something interesting about his lame teacher.

"I was with a buddy, Dan Vince. Maybe you know him, since everyone seems to know eachother in this town ?"

What ? Thomas froze, surprised. Darren and Dan are buddies ? What the hell ?

"Yeah, I know him." he laconically replied. "Anyway, I must go. See you next week sir."

The ginger left pensively. No way I'm letting this awful teacher near Dan. He'll spread Raphaël's word, and I don't want that. His brother was probably always criticizing him, no need for Darren to do the same. I'll have to think about it...

When he finally arrived home, Thomas almost fainted. He just had to enter in the living room, and all his fantasies were reawaken. His dick get hard in one second. Because Dan was lying onto the couch, overstuffed. His belly was incredibly round, forming a wide dome. He was panting, obviously in pain. His tee-shirt was barely hiding anything now, and the ginger admired the soft skin of his friend with amazement. What the hell did he ate ? No... What the hell he's eating ? Because Dan wasn't only moaning with discomfort : he was still wolfing down crips, donuts and cakes which lied around. When he noticed Thomas, he lowered his eyes.

"Sorry burp..." he moaned. "I... burp... can't stop myself..."

As he talked, he took another creamy donut and shoveled it. His stomach produced some painful gurgles. This is... The hottest thing I ever saw... The ginger was short-winded. He couldn't think straight. He came close to the junior, and put tenderly an hand on his overbloated belly.

"Urp... That's... painful..." complained Dan.

But still you're eating. Slowly, Thomas rubbed his friend's stomach.

"It's okay." he whispered. "I'll apease the pain. You really put yourself in a food coma dude."

Yeah, I'll act as a friend. Any normal person would help him, right ? Sure, I'll enjoy every second of it, but it's not like if someone would know....

"Do you want this cookie ?" he asked with a smile.

Dan Friday February 15

This is getting out of control. Completely out of control. Dan took a deep breath and sucked as much as possible. He had to get this pants on. C'mon, fasten already. He tried his best to close the button, without success. I'm just way too big for these jeans. Well, way too big for any clothes from my wardobe... He looked at himself in the mirror. Around chirstmas, he had been quite brawny. Now, he was flabby. His tights was soft and fleshy. His rear too. It's wider than it has ever been... He had little man boobs. But most of his gain went to his middle section, like always. His belly stood out more than he thought. It poked out his briefs significantly. Dan patted it pensively. It feels kind of nice but this is the limit. He probably had exceeded 85 kg (187 pounds) now. Well, the junior liked to be well-padded but he didn't want to be unhealthy for all that. His belly gurgled. He realised he was famished. Damnit. That was the problem... He couldn't stay away from food since Thomas made him indulge with his amazing cooking's skills. He had became more and more dependant, and now he was constantly snacking. Dan's alarm rang. Oh... I'm late, time to go.

He dropped off Thomas at school first. His friend didn't look happy to go, despite his warm smile. Since they were basically living together, the junior was understanding better his friend. I also made a fool of myself in front of him... Thanks god, Thomas took his "out of control eating habit" pretty well. Dan remembered vaguely the ginger rubbing his distended stomach several times these last days. He's a feeder, it's not like he would help me to lose weight... He's constantly providing food, and not the healthiest kind. But I can't blame him for that since I don't say anything.

"Hey Thomy." he hailed him before he left the car. "Is everything alright at school ? You look a bit unmotivated..."

His friend lowered his eyes and pouted. A cute and childish pout.

"There's nothing in particular." he said nevertheless. "I would just prefer to spend my day at home with you... School is pretty lame actually. And my science teacher is being an ass with me."

Dan frowned. He really dislikes Darren uh...

"After all, he's the one who texted Raphaël and put me in this situation, isn't he ?" continued Thomas. "I wish he was nicer with me but like everyone else, he had to be on my brother's side..."

"There ain't side Thomy, you know ?" mumbled Dan. "I don't understand, you and Raphaël have always got along famously..."

His friend smiled. A warm, cheerful and completely fake smile. The junior didn't like it. Why is he lying to me ? When it become so natural to you to hid your feelings from your friends ?

"It was before he began to boss me around. But don't worry Dan, I'll not endanger your relationship with your boyfriend for my personal pride."

Thomas left after this mysterious and a bit annoying statement.

Dan struggled during his presentation. Not because it was difficult, but because his clothes were snug and he was hungry. That was probably why he left Carol afterwards and headed straight to the nearest fastfood. I shouldn't do that. He ordered three menu for himself, and started to eat as soon as his food arrived. He truly was terrible at controling his appetite. But suddenly, his phone rang. Raphaël ? I wonder why he calls at this hour.

"Hi love." he picked the phone up. 'What's up ?"

A long silent followed. A strangely long silent.

"Raph ? Are you alright ?" he asked, more and more worried which each second.

"Dan ? I'm sorry my phone called you by itself." finally replied his boyfriend. "I was resting."

This is weird. Firstly, Raphaël's tone seemed a bit off. Secondly, his voice was cold, and Dan was prey to a bad feeling.

"Sorry I disturbed you." repeated his ginger's lover. "I'm very tired. You don't mind if I hung up ?"

"Not at all, you should take all the sleep you can love."

"Thanks." concluded Raphaël.

I don't like this. Thomas who almost said he hated his brother, and now Raphaël who seemed ill ? Maybe I should go visit him ? But he asked me to stay with Thomas... Damnit, I don't know what to do... Dan had always been undecided. And that was why he eventually chose to do nothing...

To be continued

Nothing much to say here ! Dan’s having second thought on his ever expanding waistline while Thomas is enjoying the show from behind.

Raphaël is being all mysterious like always. By the way I like Joël but idk why :)

#to the perfection #TP #Thomas #Dan #weight gain #Ilhan and Dan weight gain #Our feeder has his hands full #stuffing #chapter 1 #part 9

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What are the new symptoms?

complete and total lack of energy- like, it’s not even ‘oh I didn’t get enough sleep so I’m tired’ like by the three day mark it’s a literal mental fight just to move???? even already like. right before I made that post it was because I was standing in the middle of my hallway for 10 minutes going ‘I know I only need to take eight steps to get into my bedroom….but the effort….am I prepared for that??’ asdfgh. literally as I’m typing this my eyes are drooping when by all accounts I should be wide awake

also, no appetite whatsoever?? it’s like I’m not getting any signals like ‘you are hungry, here’s a feeling in your stomach to prove that’, if I lived alone there’s a strong possibility I could go the whole week only snacking on some crackers before I realized that’s a problem. I literally have to force myself to eat even just one meal a day, and when I do eat, everything tastes completely bland

my skins fine before and during my period but AFTER it ends my entire face breaks out so badly???? rude???

my cramps don’t want to be consistent anymore? some months it’s hell and other months nothing at all?

also instead of emotional now I just get kinda apathetic??

it’s also started like. taking longer to end? like the after-period spotting drags on now for some reason

I sweat more than I deserve

ooooh also I’ve been on the same cycle for like? 2 or 3 years now??? which is weird because while I’m usually CONSISTENT on the cycle it would just fucking change with the new year??? January was always wild

there’s a few more but yeah it’s like. nothing that I used to have to deal with lol. When I was a teen all I had was like….one zit on my cheek, really bad cramps(that could be managed with hot chocolate), pain in my left thigh specifically (would go away after I ate something high in sodium????), I cried a lot and I always wanted to watch medical shows. It’d be over quick and I’d be fine. Not really all that happy about the changes in symptoms lol

#periods #blood tw #I guess??#asks #molly mumbles #I mean sure #I'm glad I'm in less pain than I used to be #but like #I want to FEEL things!!!!#and I hate just laying in bed all day bc I feel lazy #but #I physically can't get out of it half the time?????#it's ridiculous #ugh

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Flowers Pt2

Flowers | Part 1

taehyung x reader

jungkook x reader 100% fluff;

— for @jungcooks♡

“You’ve got to be kidding me Jeon Jungkook!” you exclaimed, rage in your voice as you threw your chocolate stained serviette down, staring him dead in the eyes.

“What? We have great chemistry and she swears on her life they’re just friends!” He retorted, eyebrows raised looking right back at you. He reached for his coffee mug, brought it close to his lips. “It was all just a big misunderstanding” he said lazily.

“Oh sure! My bad misunderstanding your so called girlfriend sleeping in her so called best guy friend’s bed, oh so conveniently on the same two days you were away.” you spat sarcastically, pushing your half eaten muffin away. “Easy mistake” you mumbled staring out the window, suddenly losing your appetite.

Jungkook put down his mug and made a sucking noise between his teeth. “I know you’re just looking out for me, Apple pie.” He smiled reaching his arm towards you giving your forearm a tight squeeze. A heavy thud came crashing from the left side of your chest, as that old nickname reached your ears.

He hadn’t used it on you in awhile. “Because you’re sweet, warm and remind me of home”, he would say when you asked why he was calling you an old American pastry. Not to your surprise, Jungkook had no association with apple pies at any point in his life, let alone tasted one. But it was something he came up for you, and that was enough to make you weak against it.

But today it made you fume.

You let the heat from his palm sink into your forearm without saying a word. “But I really like her and I want to make it work” he continued, eyes shining so bright you saw your own sad and jealous reflection.

“You’re just mad cause she’ll be taking up more of my time” He teased, “But I’ll keep my Sundays open for you, Apple pie.” He chuckled deeply, the crows feet you loved appearing by his eyes.

Enough.

You pulled your arm back sharply from under his palm, not averting your gaze from the brown-haired boy. Jungkook’s face dropped, trying to figure out what had upset you.

“What’s wrong, Apple pi-” he urged.

“DONT” you half shouted, making him jumped slightly, “…call me that” you mumbled looking down at your hands, realizing you were still in public.

You felt the pain, anger, sadness rising up to your throat. You squeezed your eyes, recalling the day you saw the text message bubble that had pop up on Jungkook’s phone during one of your meet ups. He had apologised and reached to turn his phone off, but you had already seen what it read, the damage was done.

“Awww you know I can’t say no when you call me Apple pie!”

You felt your stomach drop between your legs. You weren’t sure if he had called all the other girls the same nickname, but your stomach churned when you saw who this nickname thief was. It was the girl that had been draining Jungkook of his money, the girl that, you didn’t know at the time, would soon cheat on him while he was away at his grandfather’s funeral, the girl he had called you over today announcing their reconciliation. She was a liar, a cheater and all round skank. You were taken aback, a big slap to the face that she of all people had not only stolen your nickname but had also stolen his heart.

You bowed your head, not wanting him to see the tears welling up in your eyes, blurring your vision. Jungkook was half-standing, worry and confusion plastered on his face. “Hey hey Noona, what’s wrong?” He whispered, placing a hand on your stooped shoulder.

“If it was me, I would never do that to you” you whispered not looking up. The cafe was loud but not enough to muffle the words you had tried so hard to keep in for the past month. Like you had just cast a spell, Jungkook paused before pulling his hand back from your shoulder. You could still feel the traces of his palm on your now empty shoulder, evoking more tears to form in your eyes. You rose to your feet, still looking down, eyeing the coffee mugs and your unfinished muffin. I’m going to miss this, you thought.

“What are you saying” Jungkook mumbled, also on his feet.

You lift your head, vision semi-blurry as you lock eyes with his deep intense stare.

“I’m in love with you. Sorry”.

Jungkook barely had time to open his mouth, you were already out the door. The shock froze him stiff; he stood there in the midst of the dying peak hour commotion, processing what had happened. He was oblivious of your feelings, not once had he questioned the possibility of you feeling anything but friendship towards him. His mind raced, running through the file cabinet of memories he had with you, searching for a sign.

His phone chimed, he’s head turned sharply towards the noise, hastily reaching for the device hoping it was from you.

“Something came up I can’t make it tonight, sweetheart! But your Apple pie will make it up to you tomorrow ok?” the text read.

Jungkook’s eyes rest on his girlfriend’s text, recalling how you had raised your voice earlier. You were always the more level headed one between the both of you, but on the occasion someone did push you to the edge, ah his sympathies would go out to the poor bastard. Today that bastard was him.

Apple pie, he read. His memories bringing him back to the day he first gave you that nickname, and how you responded with a look of disgust that made him laugh. You were always making him laugh, he thought. No matter how you would protest, asking for a better nickname, he knew you had a soft spot for it and would use it to get his way. Just like day he was trying to convince you via text to join him and his newest girlfriend for lunch, so he could finally introduce her to you. You were so reluctant he had to resort to using his wild card, throwing in your nickname during conversation, hoping you would cave.

“Who’s Apple pie?” a high-pitched voice chimed over his shoulder. Suddenly feeling the need to be defensive, Jungkook sat up turning quickly to face the voice. “Ah she’s the friend I wanted you to meet. I call her that, well, just because.” The side of his lips turned up unconsciously, as he thought about the disgusted look you would pull whenever he used it. “Ah I want you to call me that too!” She squeaked, wrapping her hands around his neck pulling him close. “Can you?” She whispered eyeing him down, almost threateningly. Jungkook twitched, jerking his head back slightly.

“Uh yeah, sure” He answered quickly, pulling her close so that he didn’t have to look into her eyes. He thought about how would tell you about the ordeal the next time he saw you, predicting how you would react to the silliness of it all. However, days passed and he had forgotten all about it.

Jungkook stood rigidly, only coming to his senses when a staff member tapped his shoulder gently to ask if he was ok. He flushed, apologized quickly and left the cafe. He had no idea where you might have gone, he was so stunned by your sudden confession he didn’t even notice which direction you left. He checked his watch, 6:45pm. The shops and cafes around here would be closing; wherever you might have sought refuge would have kicked you out by now. Jungkook whipped out his phone, tapped on your name, his fingers doing a little dance as he figure out the right words to formulate a sentence. He noticed how shaky his phone was, realising he was shaking all over. He leaned against the cold brick wall, closing his eyes. He felt his heart thumping hard and his body vibrating under his coat. He wasn’t certain what he was feeling but he needed to talk to you.

“I’ll wait for you at yours, we need to talk” he typed, quickly hitting send before he changed his mind. Jungkook took a deep breath through his nose and pushed it out his mouth. Tucking his hands into his coat pocket he walked in the direction of your home.

You blinked your eyes open, greeted by the night view of a familiar looking lake and its cool breeze. Shit, you thought jolting up, feeling stupid for letting yourself be so vulnerable in front of a stranger. You tried to orientate yourself, figuring out where you were, when you saw Tae cross-legged in the driver seat, stuffing a chopstick full of cup noodle into his mouth, while banging his head silently to the tune playing through his earphones. He caught your gaze out the corner of his eyes, and pulled one of the ear buds out. “Morning sunshine” he chortled, “I got hungry waiting for you to wake up” lifting the plastic cup up. A cloud of steam escaped from the plastic cup and your mouth watered. You must have looked as hungry as you felt, causing Tae to chuckle. “Hey, hey, this ones mine,” he teased flashing his pearly whites slightly, “That ones yours.” He gestured to an identical cup tucked in the cup holder with a pair of disposable chopstick carefully placed on top.

“Wow thanks!” you grinned picking up the warm cup. You hunger making you disregard the drooling mess you were a few minutes ago, and that you were in a stranger’s car.

“So is this where you’re going to dump my body?”, tilting you head towards the lake. “Yup, sorry you don’t get much of a say about your last supper.” Tae joked back.

You exhaled out of your nose, bringing the cup to your mouth and taking a sip of its warm liquid before responding. “I would have much preferred cake, but this will do.” Tae’s eyebrows rose, “Ah I would love some cake right now”, he pouted, looking off into the distance.

“Where would we find cake at this hour?” you enthuse, forgetting completely you had no idea where you were with a man you just met a couple of hours ago.

“The convenient store I got these had cake, I’m sure of it” he chimed, his whole body facing you. His eyes sparkled as he looked at you, like he was waiting for your approval.

“Um sure, lets go” you smiled confusedly; feeling like you had made a choice to an already made decision. Your heart was racing, but before you could question yourself, Tae stepped on the gas and was heading a few blocks down. A weird happiness spread through you as you went along with his spontaneousness.

“Chocolate or vanilla?” you yelled from store door to Tae waiting in the car. “CHOCOLATE PLEASE” he shouted back, cupping his hands around his mouth, head poking out of the car window. You paid with the scrunched up notes Tae had given you, and carried the cake over your shoulder, waiter style, back to the car. You giggled watching Tae cheer with glee from inside the car, as if you were holding a trophy instead a day old chocolate mud cake. Tae reached out to take the plastic casing from you as you got in the car, settling in your seat.

He already had the clear plastic lid off and was leaning towards the cake with his mouth wide open, when you pulled out the plastic cake knife from your jacket pocket.

“Ah that… that works” he mumbled straightening himself up cheeks flush slightly, making you cackle. You drove the knife into the semi-frozen cake slicing two almost equal sectors. Tae had his long bony fingers wrapped around the chopsticks up and ready. You watched in awe as the he picked up the slice with the wooden sticks, and engulfed the piece while it still maintained its form. He closed his mouth around the slice, lips pouting slightly; licking the remaining icing that had escaped his lips.

“Ah that’s the good stuff!” He proclaimed, nudging the other slice in your direction.

You cleared your throat, ready to take on the non-existent challenge Tae unconsciously set up for you. You angled your chopsticks and managed to pick up the entire slice just as he did. Ah, you thought, this isn’t so hard. You lift the cake to your mouth, stretching it wide. Half of the cake had already pass you lips when your nose knocked the top half off, landing right on your white-washed skinny jeans.

“Oh fuck!” you exclaimed. Tae’s deep laughter filled the air.

“Why did you do that??” He let out breathlessly between laughs.

“You could do it!” you squeaked, picking up the brown fallen cubes and stuffing it in your mouth before brushing off the stain it left on your pants.

Tae’s face crinkled in laughter, his eyes falling on the bit of chocolate icing on your nose, evidence of your attempt to copy him. Impulsively, he leaned forward swiftly wiping it off with his index finger, and bringing it to his mouth to lick the cream off. Only when he saw the shock in your eyes and the redness in your cheek, did he realise what a provocative move that must have looked like. Your gaze was hot, wandering from his finger to his plump lips. Tae turned instantly to face the steering wheel, not wanting you to think he had deliberately done that to flirt with you.

“Um so the…um train station right?” He stammered, shifting in his seat. You swallowed hard, quickly covering the cake with its plastic lid.

“Yeah the train station.” you replied softly looking away.

Tae started the car and you reached for your seat belting, realising quickly you didn’t have the magic touch it needed to work. You held your breath.

“Um, Tae?” you called, not turning so you didn’t meet his eyes.

“Oh yeah” he sighed, leaning awkwardly over you to jiggle at the belt. Your eyes darted everywhere except the man in front of you, while Tae kept his gaze fixed on the seat belt as if it was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen. Tae tugged at the seat belt hard, hissing under his breath for it to work. He noticed how tense you were getting and leaned back into his seat.

“Its so stubborn!” he proclaimed dramatically, flinging his arms up. The tension in the air disappeared; you smiled at how animated he was.

“Your car must really not want me here.” you joked. Tae turned to face you, looking right into your eyes, he said

“But I want you to.”

Thud.

#taehyung x reader #bts fanfic #bts #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #taehyung x you #jungkook x you #i cant #I'm doneeeeeeeeeeeeee #how do people do this #i am so emotional rn #nadine this is for you #dsfanlfnejrfnlerjffre #fluff

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Hormones Quotes

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• A pure heart and mind only takes you so far – sooner or later the hormones have their say, too. – Jim Butcher • A wheat belly represents the accumulation of fat that results from years of consuming foods that trigger insulin, the hormone of fat storage. – William Davis • Ampoules containing cortisone, testosterone gel residues, syringes and needles, a centrifuge for measuring my blood values.But, contrary to the erroneous reports in the press, they didn’t find any EPO or growth hormone. – Patrik Sinkewitz • As a bio major, I figured “free will” meant chemicals in your brain telling you what to do, the molecules bouncing around in a way that felt like choosing but was actually the dance of little gears–neurons and hormones bubbling up into decisions like clockwork. You don’t use your body; it uses you. – Scott Westerfeld • As a teenager, you have so much energy and hormones and you feel powerless in your life. – Patricia Arquette

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[clickbank-storefront-bestselling] • Can we please focus? We are supposed to be professionals.” Holly said. “Not me!” said Orion cheerily, “I’m just a Teenager with hormones running wild and may I say, young fairy lady, they’re running wild in your direction. – Eoin Colfer • Chocolate is an extraordinary source of key stress-fighting minerals including: magnesium, iron, chromium, vanadium, copper, zinc, manganese, and phosphorus. These minerals favorably influence a woman’s hormone system, which explains why chocolate has always been considered important for a woman’s monthly cycle. – David Wolfe • Complex carbohydrates are always best, except, again, after a workout where you could take simple (sugar) carbohydrates to get an insulin spike. But at other times doing this is not very beneficial because insulin is a storage hormone and it’s going to shunt everything into the muscle. – Dorian Yates • Cows given genetically modified growth hormones make more milk, but have painful swollen udders, have ulcers, joint pain, miscarriages, deformed calves, infertility, and much shorter life spans. Their milk contains blood, pus, tranquilizers, antibiotics, and an insulin growth factor that can cause a fourfold increase in prostate cancer and sevenfold rise in breast cancer. This is the milk used in our school lunch programs and served to our children. This is the milk that you buy every day. This is the milk used in all cheeses, yogurts, butter, and cream. – Kevin Trudeau • Do you know how many men that are out of work that just stand around on the corner just watching your daughters coming home from school? Today, with the hormonal things that they are putting in foods, these hormones, when you eat the meat, you’ll find a nine-year-old daughter with breasts bigger than her mother’s, hips wider than her mother’s – and men haven’t got anything to do but sit and watch you go and come from school. – Louis Farrakhan • Does Grandpa love to baby-sit his grandchildren? Are you kidding? By day he is too busy taking hormone shots at the doctor’s or chip shots on the golf course. At night he and Grandma are too busy doing the cha-cha. – Hal Boyle • During meditation, our breathing slows, our blood pressure and heart rate decrease, and stress hormone levels fall. – Deepak Chopra • Each of our cells is a living entity, and the main thing that influences them is our blood. If I open my eyes in the morning and my beautiful partner is in front of me, my perception causes a release of oxytocin, dopamine, growth hormones – all of which encourage the growth and health of my cells. But if I see a saber tooth tiger, I’m going to release stress hormones which change the cells to a protection mode. People need to realize that their thoughts are more primary than their genes, because the environment, which is influenced by our thoughts, controls the genes. – Bruce H. Lipton • Estrogen is a powerful if vengeful hormone affecting a woman’s fertility, moods, sleep patterns, appetite. Estrogen is the household heating oil of womanhood. – Marilyn Suzanne Miller • Even while it’s true that we are tied to our molecules and proteins and neurons – as strokes and hormones and drugs and microorganisms indisputably tell us – it does not logically follow that humans are best described only as pieces and parts. – David Eagleman • Exposure to some pesticides during infancy, even at very low levels, can lead to serious life-long consequences if the pesticides disrupt hormone-driven developmental processes. – Charles Benbrook • Film is a disease. When it infects your bloodstream, it takes over as the number one hormone; it bosses the enzymes; directs the pineal gland; plays Iago to your psyche. As with heroin, the antidote to film is more film.- Frank Capra • For me I’m natural not because somebody else believes I’m natural, I’m natural because I don’t use steroids, I don’t use growth hormone, I don’t use any of those enhancers. I’m natural in my own right because I don’t do that and not because other people accept the fact that I’m natural or not. – Kai Greene • For me, food is all about balance. If you eat plenty of fruits, vegetables, and an appropriate amount of poultry, fish, and red meat that are sourced from good places, you’re doing well. It’s important to make sure that the meat you’re consuming is hormone-free. – Curtis Stone • Fortified plant-based milks are delicious and contain all the calcium, protein, and vitamin D of dairy products but with none of the cholesterol, lactose, hormones, or cruelty found in cow’s milk. – Ingrid Newkirk • Gotta love alcohol and sex hormones. – Tucker Max • Hormones are nature’s three bottles of beer. – Mary Roach • Hormones are very powerful things. We are helpless in their wake. – Meg Cabot • Hormones influencing the sensitivity of the person to environmental stimuli. – Robert M. Sapolsky • Hormones were as potent as whiskey, and twice as sneaky. – Linda Howard • How much needless despair has been caused by a series of biological mismatches, a misalignment of the hormones and pheromones? Resulting in the fact that the one you love so passionately won’t or can’t love you. As a species we’re pathetic that way: imperfectly monogamous. – Margaret Atwood • However, when given the chance, many people choose cocaine over love. I wouldn’t say that’s a bad choice. The endorphins released during infatuation are similar to heroin. OxyContin, “the cuddling hormone,” most often found in new mothers and newlyweds, is like ecstasy; every touch tingles. I think I read that somewhere. Love exists in powder. Love exists in pills. We are all addicts.- Pete Wentz • Human sexuality includes more than hormones, organs, and orgasms; it runs through the psychic and spiritual ranges of our lives. We experience our sexuality on the spiritual level as a yearning for another person. We want to reach out and stretch ourselves into the depths of another. We want to bring the other person into the orbit of our deepest selves. We want to probe into the mystery of the other. – Lewis B. Smedes • I always have really fresh, hormone-free, additive-free chicken, healthy veggies, and brown rice in the fridge to grab because I’m always on the go. – Laura Prepon • I am Chelsea Manning. I am a female. Given the way that I feel, and have felt since childhood, I want to begin hormone therapy as soon as possible. – Chelsea Manning • I can be a bit grumpy. Im full of angst, and hormones. – Nicholas Hoult • I cry all the time. It’s more like when didn’t you cry. My friends are like, ‘Oh God, she’s sobbing again.’ I cry if I’m happy, sad, normal… What really gets me is when I read a sad story about a child in the paper, especially at the moment with my hormones raging. – Sara Cox • I didn’t really get the chance to talk to girls. I was a straight boy with hormones kicking in, and I wanted to talk to girls, but they weren’t interested in talking back to me, so there was a real sense of loneliness. – Andy Biersack • I don’t believe in bodybuilders using steroids. If a man doesn’t have enough male hormones in his system to create, a nice hard, muscular body, he should take up ping pong. – Steve Reeves • I don’t believe, for instance, that evolutionary biology or any scientific endeavor has much to say about love. I’m sure a lot can be learned about the importance of hormones and their effects on our feelings. But do the bleak implications of evolution have any impact on the love I feel for my family? Do they make me more likely to break the law of flaunt society’s expectations of me? No. I simply does not follow that human relationships are meaningless just because we live in a godless universe subject to the natural laws of biology. – Greg Graffin • I don’t have emotions about a lot of things. I rarely get angry, I rarely cry. I guess I do get excited a lot, but I don’t get sad and enormously happy. I think a lot of people who talk about all that crap are lying. Right now I’m just trying to maintain happiness — that’s all I really care about. Anyway, when you’re my age and your hormones are kicking in, there’s not much besides sex that’s on your mind. – Leonardo DiCaprio • I don’t prefer to fill my body with antibiotics, pesticides, steroids, and growth hormones – my body is my temple, and I treat it as such. – Suzanne Whang • I don’t recommend steroids for everyone, and I don’t recommend growth hormones for everyone, but for certain individuals, I truly believe, because I’ve experimented with it for so many years, that it can make an average athlete a super athlete. It can make a super athlete-incredible. Just legendary. – Jose Canseco • I have a 14 year old daughter now. You know, it was that time in these kids lives when these girls are becoming women and the hormones are raging. They didn’t know if The Beatles were any good, they just went for it ’cause The Beatles were attractive. – Jack Jones • I have a neuroscience background – that’s what my doctorate is in – and I was trained to study hormones of attachment, so I definitely feel my parenting is informed by that. – Mayim Bialik • I have my hormones balanced. Most doctors are giving women synthetic hormones, which just eliminate the symptoms, but it’s doing nothing to actually replace the hormones you have lost. Without our hormones we die. – Suzanne Somers • I just feel like estrogen is bad hormones, and seen as shameful. – Jen Kirkman • I think all presidents should have teenage girls before they become presidents. If you can handle those hormones, you can handle anything.- Mila Kunis • I think there’s something your hormones do that makes a chemical change in the way you think. – Boots Riley • I think when you start messing with your own hormones, it’s crazy-making. – Rebecca Romijn • I told the truth about steroids and human growth hormone. I injected those drugs into the body of Roger Clemens at his direction. Unfortunately, Roger has denied this and has led a full-court attack on my credibility – Jim Lehrer • I will try to hold on to the intense feeling. I will both be glad that that’s no longer happening and kind of miss it. When you’re 14, you’re basically on drugs all the time – the hormones in your body are so crazy. But I really loved and appreciated the intensity of that. And you’re experiencing everything for the first time, so everything feels like an epiphany. And, like, I really liked the experience of having a crush, because I was like, this is my thing and it doesn’t have to do with you and you’re just some dummy boy for me to project on. – Tavi Gevinson • I’d sacrificed true love and a popped cherry to the god of deception and hormones.” – Zoey Redbird – P. C. Cast • If I had ever, in any medium, seen any researcher or popularizer refer even once to any supposedly ay-producing circumstance as the proper hormone balance, or the conducive endocrine environment, for gay generation, I would be less chilled by the breezes of all this technological confidence. – Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick • If I have to draw attention away from some hormone-induced acne on my chin, I put on a lot of mascara. – Olivia Wilde • If men went through menopause, we’d know everything about it, but we still don’t even know if we should be taking hormones. – Joycelyn Elders • If pornographers can hook adolescents when their hormones are raging, they know they’ll have an ongoing consumer base for life. – Donna Rice Hughes • If technology and medicine are used by women to have children or not to have children or to have healthier children – that’s one thing. But if it’s used to say, ‘You’re not a real woman unless you have a child, therefore take all these dangerous hormones and have one at 54,” then it’s another story. – Gloria Steinem • If women are supposed to be less rational and more emotional at the beginning of our menstrual cycle when the female hormone is at its lowest level, then why isn’t it logical to say that, in those few days, women behave the most like the way men behave all month long? – Gloria Steinem • If you want a cow to be not just a cow but a milk machine, you can do a very good job at that by creating new hormones like the Bovine Growth Hormone. It might make the cow very ill, it might turn it into a drug addict, and it might even create consumer scares about the health and safety aspects of the milk. But we’ve gotten so used to manipulating objects and organisms and ecosystems for a single objective that we ignore the costs involved. I call this the “monoculture of the mind.” – Vandana Shiva • I’m a bit of a slag… Some people don’t think it’s very nice, but I don’t care… I’ve got hormones, and sex is there, so why not? Sex is good. Everybody does it, and everybody should! – Robbie Williams • I’m beginning to think that women should be denied the vote. Their hormones rage; they are too emotional. – Michael Savage • I’m really big on hormones. – Jen Kirkman

• In 1974 I nearly got into a fistfight with some early academic feminists in a restaurant when I casually alluded to a hormonal element in sex differences. It was utterly unacceptable at that time to think or say such a thing… If you have any doubts about the effect of hormones on emotion, libido and aggression, have a chat with a transexual, who must take hormones medically. He or she will set you straight. – Camille Paglia • In general, I try to eat food without added hormones and pesticides, but I’m not so strict that I won’t have a Big Mac once in a while. – Missy Peregrym • In Russia, show the least athletic aptitude and they’ve got you dangling off the parallel bars with a leotard full of hormones. – Victoria Wood • In the 21st century our tastes buds, our brain chemistry, our biochemistry, our hormones and our kitchens have been hijacked by the food industry. – Mark Hyman, M.D. • Industrial agriculture now accounts for over half of America’s water pollution. Two years ago, Pfiesteria outbreaks connected with wastes from industrial chicken factories forced the closure of two major tributaries of the Chesapeake and threatened Maryland’s vital shellfish industry. Tyson Foods has polluted half of all streams in northwestern Arkansas with so much fecal bacteria that swimming is prohibited. Drugs and hormones needed to keep confined animals alive and growing are mainly excreted with the wastes and saturate local waterways. – Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. • Isn’t it strange how upset people get about a few dozen baseball players taking growth hormones, when we’re doing what we’re doing to our food animals and feeding them to our children? – Jonathan Safran Foer • It is important to understand that while oxytocin may be the hub of the evolution of the social brain in mammals, it is part of a very complex system. Part of what it does is act in opposition to stress hormones, and in that sense release of oxytocin feels good – as stress hormones and anxiety do not feel good. – Patricia Churchland • It seems that one moment I was this little kid only caring about animals and flowers and stuff, and then the next minute I was this raging stew of hormones. I don’t know if you’ve ever been a raging stew of anything, but I wouldn’t particularly recommend it. – Julie Burchill • It turns out that we literally don’t empathize unless we’re physically present – that the oxytocin, the famous “tend and befriend” hormone is not produced unless we’re present with all five senses. – Gloria Steinem • Laughter is very infectious, and why it should be so is a most interesting neurological problem. But it also has other, more physiological, benefits. Apparently it boosts the immune system, reduces stress hormones, massages the heart and diaphragm and engenders a ‘feel good’ factor. – Semir Zeki • Learning as we go… Why didn’t they tell us this before? We, the consumers, are supposed to be docile guinea pigs in a vast but uncontrolled experiment with powerful hormones (HRT). That’s quite a commentary on “scientific medicine”. – Ralph W. Moss • Love is indeed at root the product of the firings of neurons and release of hormones. – Julian Baggini • Lower your cortisol level. The happiest people have the lowest level of cortisol, a stress hormone that raises blood pressure and weakens the immune system. Cut the stress-more yoga, less road rage-and you’ll cut your cortisol production. – Daniel Gilbert • Male love circuits get an extra kick when stress levels are high. After an intense physical challenge, for instance, males will bond quickly and sexually with the first willing female they lay eyes on. Women, by contrast, will rebuff advances or expressions of affection and desire when under stress. The reason may be that the stress hormone cortisol blocks oxytocin’s action in the female brain, abruptly shutting off a woman’s desire for sex and physical touch. – Louann Brizendine • Managing our emotions increases intuition and clarity. It helps us self-regulate our brain chemicals and internal hormones. It gives us natural highs, the real fountain of youth we’ve been searching for. It enables us to drink from elixirs locked within our cells, just waiting for us to discover them. – Doc Childre • Maybe love was a myth anyhow, a brew of hormones and fantasy, evolution’s way of getting men and women together long enough for them to procreate,back in the day when girls got pregnant at twelve, were pregnant or nursing for the next twenty years, and were dead of the plague by forty. – Jennifer Weiner • Medications can lower a woman’s sex drive and interfere with a woman’s ability to climax. These medications include antidepressants, birth control pills and hormone medications. I only know of three antidepressants that do not interfere with a woman’s sexual function. – Drew Pinsky • Money is like hormones. It’s just how you feel on any given day. – Janice Dickinson • Much violence against women originates in emotional territory that they already command. By midlife and early old age, as the hormones of both genders change, women are in total, despotic control of their marriages. – Camille Paglia • My heart and prayers go out to all single moms because it’s tough, and I can’t imagine any teenager dealing with a baby and all those hormones raging. – Jill Scott • My tumour is a benign pituitary tumour, in the pituitary gland – which is the main hormone centre of the body. It’s in the centre of the brain. (Fun fact, [Rene] Descartes thought our consciousness was to be found in the pituitary gland.) And the thing is, there aren’t really many symptoms that show until it’s too late. – John Newman • Natural childbirth allows the hormones that have been working for women for thousands of years to fulfill their functions. This is more important than just helping a woman through labor and delivery. Birth-related hormones also affect well-being much later in life. – Janet Schwegel • Nobody in the scientific or medical world thinks that homosexuality is something that people choose. It’s something we are. Now, I didn’t choose to be heterosexual. I just woke up when I was about twelve years old and girls didn’t look obnoxious to me any longer, but I didn’t make a choice about the matter. I just responded to my own hormones. – John Shelby Spong • Not me,” said Orion cheerily. “I’m just a teenager with hormones running wild. And may I say ,young fairy lady, they’re running wild in your direction.” Holly lifted her visor and looked the hormonal teenager in the eye. “This had better not be a game, Artemis. If you do not have some serious psychosis, you will be sorry.” “Oh, I’m crazy, alright. I do have plenty of psychoses,” said Orion Cheerily. “Multiple personality, delusional dementia, OCD. I’ve got them all, but most of all, I’m crazy about you. – Eoin Colfer • Nothing better for the hormones and worse for the heart than the right boy at the right time. – Jacquelyn Mitchard • Oh I believe in loving cats and dogs and children and parents – sometimes – but I don’t believe in romantic love. Of course, there’s the momentary rush of hormones and chemicals that encourages us to mate, but it’s biology – it’s no more inherently mystical than the nicotine in that cigarette you’re smoking – Amy Jenkins • Oh, love is very much a physical thing…. I realize that it’s very complicated, and I’m sure it can’t be traced to individual neurons and hormones, but I think it’s very much a physiological sensation that takes place in the brain. – Alan Lightman • One reason milk consumption may lead to cancer risk is insulin-like growth factor, IGF-1 (not to be confused with bovine growth hormone, rBGH). Milk contains IGF-1 for good reason: milk is designed for babies, and IGF-1 helps us grow. IGF-1 affects growth, as well as other functions, and is normally found in our blood. Higher levels of IGF-1, however, appear to stimulate cancer cells. – Alison Stewart • Oxytocin is a Teflon hormone – bad news rolls off it. – Robert M. Sapolsky • Oxytocin is the hormone of love. We share it when we have a good conversation, we share it when we make love, and when we hug, and BIRTH is the biggest brightest time of rich oxytocin-sharing. – Robin Lim • Pierce Brosnan is a very sweet man. Oh, we had our issues, but a lot of it was hormones. – Stephanie Zimbalist • Q: What’s the difference between an enzyme and a hormone? A: You can’t hear an enzyme. – Dorothy Parker • Science is now the craft of the manipulation, substitution and deflection of the forces of nature. What I see coming is a gigantic slaughterhouse, an Auschwitz, in which valuable enzymes, hormones, and so on will be extracted instead of gold teeth. – Erwin Chargaff • She should have remembered her past experiences in the relationship wars and not let herself get so excited. Evidently her hormones had overruled her common sense and she had become drunk on ovarian wine, the most potent, sanity- destroying substance in the universe. – Linda Howard • She’s easy to lead around, a shiny present here, a pretty compliment there, and you have true love and a popped cherry sacrificed to the god of deception and hormones. Young girls are so ridiculous–so predictably easy. – P. C. Cast • Sleep and meditation are key. Natural sleep for 8 hours will help remove toxins from the body, help consolidate memory, create order from chaos. Sleep activates good hormones that are associated with rejuvenation and slowing down the ageing process. – Deepak Chopra • So what name would you rather I call you? she asked as she headed out of the parking lot. Ias or Alexion. He gave her a devilish grin that set fire to her hormones. I would rather you call me lover. He wagged his eyebrows playfully at her. Danger rolled her eyes. Like all men with a onetrack mind, he was incorrigible. Don’t blame me, Alexion said in an almost offended tone. I can’t help it. You should see the way you fight. It really turned me on. Could you tell me how to turn you off? -Danger and Alexion – Sherrilyn Kenyon • So you love me,” said Petra softly when the kiss ended. I’m a raging mass of hormones thet I’m too young to understand,” said Bean. “You’re a female of a closely related species. According to all the best primatologists, I really have no choice.” That’s nice,” she said. – Orson Scott Card • Tall, completely jacked, steroids, like multiple growth hormones. That’s, like, the type that I’m attracted to. – JWoww • Teenage boys, goaded by their surging hormones run in packs like the primal horde. They have only a brief season of exhilarating liberty between control by their mothers and control by their wives. – Camille Paglia • Tell me why the stars do shine, Tell me why the ivy twines, Tell me what makes skies so blue, And I’ll tell you why I love you. Nuclear fusion makes stars to shine, Tropisms make the ivy twine, Raleigh scattering make skies so blue, Testicular hormones are why I love you. – Isaac Asimov • Testosterone is a sex hormone, and I think it is the most social of hormones. The major social effect of testosterone is to orient us toward issues of sex and power. By the end of puberty testosterone levels in males are 8 to 10 times higher than in females, but decrease with age. – James McBride • That connection between hormones and mood is so important to get a handle on, and it’s also really important when you’re considering taking medication. – Ayelet Waldman • The chicken that we eat is chock-full of feminine hormones. So, when men eat these chickens, they deviate from themselves as men. – Evo Morales • The critical part with meal spacing is that you stabilize your hormones so that you do not have those spikes in insulin that occur when you eat large meals. – Ian K. Smith • The curse of modern times is the preponderance of male hormones in places where they can do long-term damage. Even if were not talking about wars between nations or assaults on nature, there’s still that aggressiveness that keeps us apart from each other and the problems we need to be working on. – Robert James Waller • The curse of modern times is the propensity of male hormones in places where they can do the most damage – Robert James Waller • The genetic theory of homosexuality has been generally discarded today. . . . Despite the interest in possible hormone mechanisms in the origin of homosexuality, no serious scientist today suggests that a simple cause-effect relationship applies. – William H. Masters • The journey to a different future must begin by defining the problem differently than we have done until now. . The task is not to find substitutes for chemicals that disrupt hormones, attack the ozone layer, or cause still undiscovered problems, though it may be necessary to use replacements as a temporary measure. The task that confronts us over the next half century is one of redesign. – Theo Colborn • The medication, the hormones and the relentless frustrations of our lives make us bitchy and you’re not allowed to be bitchy in public or people won’t like you. – Liane Moriarty • The more you worry, the more you throw off the delicate balance of hormones required for health. – Andrew Bernstein • The Most Secret Quintessence of Life is an original work filled with rich, new research, relying on important primary literature which has not, until now, been plumbed and digested. In this book, Chandak Sengoopta offers both a history of hormone discovery and a chronicle of how this discovery transformed our concepts of the body and how our existing concepts of sex and sexuality, in turn, informed our concepts for understanding hormones. – Anne Fausto-Sterling • The older your teenagers are, the more they will have their own ideas and opinions. If you take them seriously, rather than assuming your ideas are always best and the only ones, you will begin to grow a relationship that will extend beyond the hormone-group years. – Kevin Leman • The only and absolute perfect union of two is when a baby hangs suspended in its mother’s womb, like a tiny madman in a padded cell, attached to her, feeling her blood and hormones, and moods play through its body, feeling her feelings. – Diane Ackerman • The real problem devolves around class lines once again: it’s the street hormones that folks without insurance, or folks who are too young for prescriptions without parental okay, use. Sometimes those hormones can be pretty rough. – Kate Bornstein • The romance of circumvention is one of the most destructive forces at work in our society. The American Idol freeway to greatness, Instagramming one’s way into popular consciousness with selfies of our ass folds beneath short shorts, human growth hormone and performance-enhancing drugs for athletes, Adderall for the idle mind, reality television that sacrifices our dignity for fifteen lousy minutes. – Daniel Gillies • The secret truth of ‘Celebrity Apprentice’ is that it isn’t very hard… ‘Celebrity Apprentice’ is easy like junior high is easy. All the arithmetic, the creative writing and the history are super simple, but like junior high, you do that easy work surrounded by people who are full-tilt, hormone-raging bug nutty. – Penn Jillette • The survey of more than 100 waterways downstream from treatment plants and animal feedlots in 30 states found minute amounts of dozens of antibiotics, hormones, pain relievers, cough suppressants, disinfectants and other products. It is not known whether they are harmful to plants, animals or people. The findings were released yesterday on the Web site of the United States Geological Survey, which conducted the research, and in an online journal, Environmental Science and Technology. – Andrew Revkin • The young folks that are coming into each of your services are anywhere from 17 to 22 or 23. Gee whiz, the hormone level created by nature sets in place the possibility for these types of things to occur. So we’ve got to be very careful how we address it on our side. – Saxby Chambliss • There are many other (besides testosterone) behaviour-eliciting hormones fundamental for humen well-being, including estrogen and progesterone in females. The fact that complex behavioural patterns can be triggered by a tiny concentration of moleculas coursing through the bloodstream, and that different animals of the same species generate different amounts of these hormones, is something worth thinking about when it’s time to judge such matters as free will, individual responsibility, and law and order. – Carl Sagan • There he is, a woman’s living, breathing fantasy, doing his slow, cocky turn, spiky black hair, darkly tanned chest, dimpled smile-killer smile-all in the package of Remington Tate. He’s perfection itself, and a new surge of hormones sweeps through me as I do what the rest of the crowd does and take in his visual, so blatantly on display in those low riding boxing shorts and so strikingly sexy, he becomes the center of my attention. The center. Of my. World. – Katy Evans • There was something about Ash that made every hormone in her body stand up and pant for more – Sherrilyn Kenyon • There’s really no such thing as the agony of dying. I’m quite sure that pain is shut off at the moment of death. You see, something happens when the body knows it’s about to go. Peptide hormones are released by cells in the hypothalamus and pituitary gland. Endorphins. They attach themselves to the cells responsible for feeling pain. – Lewis Thomas • These growth hormones, where can I get a bunch of them? Is there some way that, with electricity, you could stimulate your own growth hormones? Plug yourself in for five minutes, there’d be a little jolt, but you’d get used to it. It wouldn’t be bad at all; in fact, you’d get to enjoy it, probably. Then away you’d go, and youth wouldn’t be wasted on the young anymore. You’d be 25, with a 95-year-old mind. Granddad would start breaking into liquor stores and staying out late. Hope we have it soon! – David Lynch • These hormones still belong to the physiologist and to the clinical investigator as much as, if not more than, to the practicing physician. But as Professor Starling said many years ago, ‘The physiology of today is the medicine of tomorrow’. – Philip Showalter Hench • They were angry, I thought. Horrified. These teenagers, with their hormones, making out beneath a video broadcasting the shattered voice of a former father. – John Green • This is the burgeoning days of feminism. This is when the militant feminists are the feminism hormones are raging. They are excited. They are happy. This is a new day! They are through being plugged into these formulas where men run everything and you’re in servitude to them. – Rush Limbaugh • Thyroid Panel (blood test)-Abnormal thyroid hormone levels are a common cause of anxiety, depression, forgetfulness, confusion, and lethargy. Having low thyroid levels decreases overall brain activity, which can impair your thinking, judgment, and self-control and make it very hard for you to feel good. Low thyroid functioning can make it nearly impossible to manage weight effectively. To know your thyroid levels, you need to know these figures: thyroid-stimulating hormone (TSH) Free T3 Free T4 Thyroid antibodies (thyroid peroxidase and thyroglobulin antibodies) – Daniel Amen • To control your hormones is to control your life. – Barry Sears • To out-group-members, oxytocin makes you crappier – less cooperative and more preemptively aggressive. It’s not the luv hormone. It’s the in-group parochialism/xenophobia hormone. – Robert M. Sapolsky • Try and stay away from dairy – especially if you’re a woman! It’s really hard on your hormones. – Megan Fox • We are eating hybridized and genetically modified (GMO) foods full of antibiotics, hormones, pesticides, and additives that were unknown to our immune systems just a generation or two ago. The result? Our immune system becomes unable to recognize friend or foe – to distinguish between foreign molecular invaders we truly need to protect against and the foods we eat or, in some cases, our own cells. In Third World countries where hygiene is poor and infections are common, allergy and autoimmunity are rare. – Mark Hyman, M.D. • We find ourselves facing a rising tide of biologically active, synthetic organic chemicals. Some tinker with our hormones. Some attach themselves to our chromosomes and trigger mutations. Some cripple the immune system. Some light up our genes and so enhance the production of certain enzymes. If we could metabolize these chemicals into completely benign breakdown products and excrete them, they would pose less of a hazard. Instead, a good many of them accumulate. – Sandra Steingraber • We found if you took the dog out for 45 minutes a day and worked with it that the solitary stress hormone, cortisol, went down. But then it went right back up again because they didn’t keep doing it. – Temple Grandin • We’re all just bags of bones and muscle and hormones; I’ll never understand what makes our minds do the things we do. It’s like that statue of the monkey holding a skull. We’re trying to use a thing we don’t understand to understand ourselves. – Meshell Ndegeocello • We’re doing a great disservice to our young people because the only protection is abstinence, as condoms have been proven fallible. The federal government should not be telling young people to use condoms. It’s also an insult to teenagers, reducing them to the level of a dog that can’t control its hormones. – Christine O’Donnell • What basically happens is your hormones get out of whack. Because of the stress in your life your body says, ‘I need more hormones.’ So, your hormones are trying to produce and produce and produce, and it’s even more stressful and it is this wicked cycle. – Marie Osmond • What good men most biologists are, the tenors of the scientific world – temperamental, moody, lecherous, loud-laughing, and healthy. Your true biologist will sing you a song as loud and off-key as will a blacksmith, for he knows that morals are too often diagnostic of prostatitis and stomach ulcers. Sometimes he may proliferate a little too much in all directions, but he is as easy to kill as any other organism, and meanwhile he is very good company, and at least he does not confuse a low hormone productivity with moral ethics. – John Steinbeck • What I learned was there are hormones, and most people are sexual. They may go through stages where they might do things where they go above and beyond, but this is something else. – Stuart Blumberg • What we like about women is sensuality, wildness, hormones. Women who make a song and dance about their intuition. – Yasmina Reza • Wheatgrass juice is the nectar of rejuvenation, the plasma of youth, the blood of all life. The elements that are missing in your body’s cells-especially enzymes, vitamins, hormones, and nucleic acids can be obtained through this daily green sunlight transfusion. – Viktoras Kulvinskas • When a male vole repeatedly mates with a female, a hormone called vasopressin is released in his brain. The vasopressin binds to receptors in a part of the brain called the nucleus accumbens, and the binding mediates a pleasurable feeling that becomes associated with that female. This locks in the monogamy, which is known as pair-bonding. If you block this hormone, the pair-bonding goes away. – David Eagleman • When birth control pills were available in Europe but not in the United States, American women created an uproar about how the unwillingness to make the pill available showed a contempt for the lives of women. When the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) released birth control pills with high dosages of hormones that were later found to be unnecessarily high, they were attacked for not caring about women enough to do the necessary tests. – Warren Farrell • When dogs and humans make eye contact, that actually releases what’s known as the love hormone, oxytocin, in both the dog and the human. – Brian Hare • When others kid me about being bald, I simply tell them that the way I figure it, the good Lord only gave men so many hormones, and if others want to waste theirs on growing hair, that’s up to them. – John Glenn • When physiologists revealed the existence and functions of hormones they not only gave increased opportunities for the activities of biochemists but in particular gave a new charter to biochemical thought, and with the discovery of vitamins that charter was extended. – Frederick Gowland Hopkins • When the subtle physical body is damaged you will begin to notice changes in your skin, you skin starts to get gnarly or dry. I’m not speaking of acne. Acne means you have a lot of kundalini, which stimulates hormones. – Frederick Lenz • When you’re sixteen and struggling to forge an identity out of a morass of hormones and daydreams, remarks like that cut a deep groove in the brain. I trace the ongoing, victorious-feeling semi-starvation of my twenties directly back to adolescence – as a way of showing those assholes that I could control my appetites… Which is so sad, in retrospect, because of course no one cared. – Kate Christensen • When you’re teenager, your hormones and your emotions are so tumultuous and so unpredictable. You’re just trying to understand yourself. – Penelope Mitchell • Whenever we feel stressed out, that’s a signal that our brain is pumping out stress hormones. If sustained over months and years, those hormones can ruin our health and make us a nervous wreck. – Daniel Goleman • Without compromise repression would be defeated. Just as some cancers feed on hormones, compromise becomes the hormone of oppression. – Harry Belafonte • Woman is determined not by her hormones or by mysterious instincts, but by the manner in which her body and her relation to the world are modified through the action of others than herself. – Simone de Beauvoir • Women are affected by lunar tides only once a month; men have raging hormones every day. – Maureen Dowd • Women are better at reading body language everywhere in the world. As a matter of fact, it’s associated with the female hormone estrogen. Women are better at figuring out of tone of voice, reading your face and posture and gesture. – Helen Fisher • Years ago I was diagnosed with a condition and my doctors prescribed human growth hormone and testosterone for its treatment. Under medical supervision I have continued to use both medications. – Sylvester Stallone • Yet friendship, I believe, is essential to intellectuals. It is probably the growth hormone the mind requires as it begins its activity of producing and exchanging ideas. You can date the evolving life of a mind, like the age of a tree, by the rings of friendship formed by the expanding central trunk. In the course of my history, not love or marriage so much as friendship has promoted growth. – Mary McCarthy • You know, the girls, they are more unstable emotionally than us. I’m sure everybody will say it’s true even the girls (laughter). No? No, you don’t think? I mean, it’s just about hormones and all this stuff. We don’t have all these bad things, so we are physically in a good shape every time, and you are not. That’s it. – Jo-Wilfried Tsonga • You know, these conservative women, somebody really needs to go repossess their ovaries. Really, truly, they have no right to them. They are fabulous, little organs and they have absolutely no right to be estrogen-bearing beings. Okay? Just cut ’em off, let ’em go through the hot flashes, let ’em just sit there and complain about hormone therapy, okay? Just take the ovaries and get it over with. Because they don’t deserve to have estrogen. They really don’t. It’s a privilege. – Randi Rhodes • You suffer when you give birth, it doesn’t matter, it’s nature. They tell you, oh, those hormone pills, they’re terrible, you’ll get cancer. But when it comes to Viagra for men, they don’t speak about cancer. – Jeanne Moreau • You’re seventeen. You’re supposed to be dealing with school and hormones and dim-witted parents. You’re supposed to be finding out who you are as a person.” “But I already know who I am,” Valkyrie said. “I’m a world-breaker. – Derek Landy • Your emotions are your inner guidance system. They alone will let you know whether you are living in an environment of biochemical health or in an environment of biochemical distress. Understanding how your thoughts and your emotions affect every single hormone and cell in your body, and knowing how to change them in a way that is health-enhancing, gives you access to the most powerful and empowering health-creating secret on earth. – Christiane Northrup

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• In 1974 I nearly got into a fistfight with some early academic feminists in a restaurant when I casually alluded to a hormonal element in sex differences. It was utterly unacceptable at that time to think or say such a thing… If you have any doubts about the effect of hormones on emotion, libido and aggression, have a chat with a transexual, who must take hormones medically. He or she will set you straight. – Camille Paglia • In general, I try to eat food without added hormones and pesticides, but I’m not so strict that I won’t have a Big Mac once in a while. – Missy Peregrym • In Russia, show the least athletic aptitude and they’ve got you dangling off the parallel bars with a leotard full of hormones. – Victoria Wood • In the 21st century our tastes buds, our brain chemistry, our biochemistry, our hormones and our kitchens have been hijacked by the food industry. – Mark Hyman, M.D. • Industrial agriculture now accounts for over half of America’s water pollution. Two years ago, Pfiesteria outbreaks connected with wastes from industrial chicken factories forced the closure of two major tributaries of the Chesapeake and threatened Maryland’s vital shellfish industry. Tyson Foods has polluted half of all streams in northwestern Arkansas with so much fecal bacteria that swimming is prohibited. Drugs and hormones needed to keep confined animals alive and growing are mainly excreted with the wastes and saturate local waterways. – Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. • Isn’t it strange how upset people get about a few dozen baseball players taking growth hormones, when we’re doing what we’re doing to our food animals and feeding them to our children? – Jonathan Safran Foer • It is important to understand that while oxytocin may be the hub of the evolution of the social brain in mammals, it is part of a very complex system. Part of what it does is act in opposition to stress hormones, and in that sense release of oxytocin feels good – as stress hormones and anxiety do not feel good. – Patricia Churchland • It seems that one moment I was this little kid only caring about animals and flowers and stuff, and then the next minute I was this raging stew of hormones. I don’t know if you’ve ever been a raging stew of anything, but I wouldn’t particularly recommend it. – Julie Burchill • It turns out that we literally don’t empathize unless we’re physically present – that the oxytocin, the famous “tend and befriend” hormone is not produced unless we’re present with all five senses. – Gloria Steinem • Laughter is very infectious, and why it should be so is a most interesting neurological problem. But it also has other, more physiological, benefits. Apparently it boosts the immune system, reduces stress hormones, massages the heart and diaphragm and engenders a ‘feel good’ factor. – Semir Zeki • Learning as we go… Why didn’t they tell us this before? We, the consumers, are supposed to be docile guinea pigs in a vast but uncontrolled experiment with powerful hormones (HRT). That’s quite a commentary on “scientific medicine”. – Ralph W. Moss • Love is indeed at root the product of the firings of neurons and release of hormones. – Julian Baggini • Lower your cortisol level. The happiest people have the lowest level of cortisol, a stress hormone that raises blood pressure and weakens the immune system. Cut the stress-more yoga, less road rage-and you’ll cut your cortisol production. – Daniel Gilbert • Male love circuits get an extra kick when stress levels are high. After an intense physical challenge, for instance, males will bond quickly and sexually with the first willing female they lay eyes on. Women, by contrast, will rebuff advances or expressions of affection and desire when under stress. The reason may be that the stress hormone cortisol blocks oxytocin’s action in the female brain, abruptly shutting off a woman’s desire for sex and physical touch. – Louann Brizendine • Managing our emotions increases intuition and clarity. It helps us self-regulate our brain chemicals and internal hormones. It gives us natural highs, the real fountain of youth we’ve been searching for. It enables us to drink from elixirs locked within our cells, just waiting for us to discover them. – Doc Childre • Maybe love was a myth anyhow, a brew of hormones and fantasy, evolution’s way of getting men and women together long enough for them to procreate,back in the day when girls got pregnant at twelve, were pregnant or nursing for the next twenty years, and were dead of the plague by forty. – Jennifer Weiner • Medications can lower a woman’s sex drive and interfere with a woman’s ability to climax. These medications include antidepressants, birth control pills and hormone medications. I only know of three antidepressants that do not interfere with a woman’s sexual function. – Drew Pinsky • Money is like hormones. It’s just how you feel on any given day. – Janice Dickinson • Much violence against women originates in emotional territory that they already command. By midlife and early old age, as the hormones of both genders change, women are in total, despotic control of their marriages. – Camille Paglia • My heart and prayers go out to all single moms because it’s tough, and I can’t imagine any teenager dealing with a baby and all those hormones raging. – Jill Scott • My tumour is a benign pituitary tumour, in the pituitary gland – which is the main hormone centre of the body. It��s in the centre of the brain. (Fun fact, [Rene] Descartes thought our consciousness was to be found in the pituitary gland.) And the thing is, there aren’t really many symptoms that show until it’s too late. – John Newman • Natural childbirth allows the hormones that have been working for women for thousands of years to fulfill their functions. This is more important than just helping a woman through labor and delivery. Birth-related hormones also affect well-being much later in life. – Janet Schwegel • Nobody in the scientific or medical world thinks that homosexuality is something that people choose. It’s something we are. Now, I didn’t choose to be heterosexual. I just woke up when I was about twelve years old and girls didn’t look obnoxious to me any longer, but I didn’t make a choice about the matter. I just responded to my own hormones. – John Shelby Spong • Not me,” said Orion cheerily. “I’m just a teenager with hormones running wild. And may I say ,young fairy lady, they’re running wild in your direction.” Holly lifted her visor and looked the hormonal teenager in the eye. “This had better not be a game, Artemis. If you do not have some serious psychosis, you will be sorry.” “Oh, I’m crazy, alright. I do have plenty of psychoses,” said Orion Cheerily. “Multiple personality, delusional dementia, OCD. I’ve got them all, but most of all, I’m crazy about you. – Eoin Colfer • Nothing better for the hormones and worse for the heart than the right boy at the right time. – Jacquelyn Mitchard • Oh I believe in loving cats and dogs and children and parents – sometimes – but I don’t believe in romantic love. Of course, there’s the momentary rush of hormones and chemicals that encourages us to mate, but it’s biology – it’s no more inherently mystical than the nicotine in that cigarette you’re smoking – Amy Jenkins • Oh, love is very much a physical thing…. I realize that it’s very complicated, and I’m sure it can’t be traced to individual neurons and hormones, but I think it’s very much a physiological sensation that takes place in the brain. – Alan Lightman • One reason milk consumption may lead to cancer risk is insulin-like growth factor, IGF-1 (not to be confused with bovine growth hormone, rBGH). Milk contains IGF-1 for good reason: milk is designed for babies, and IGF-1 helps us grow. IGF-1 affects growth, as well as other functions, and is normally found in our blood. Higher levels of IGF-1, however, appear to stimulate cancer cells. – Alison Stewart • Oxytocin is a Teflon hormone – bad news rolls off it. – Robert M. Sapolsky • Oxytocin is the hormone of love. We share it when we have a good conversation, we share it when we make love, and when we hug, and BIRTH is the biggest brightest time of rich oxytocin-sharing. – Robin Lim • Pierce Brosnan is a very sweet man. Oh, we had our issues, but a lot of it was hormones. – Stephanie Zimbalist • Q: What’s the difference between an enzyme and a hormone? A: You can’t hear an enzyme. – Dorothy Parker • Science is now the craft of the manipulation, substitution and deflection of the forces of nature. What I see coming is a gigantic slaughterhouse, an Auschwitz, in which valuable enzymes, hormones, and so on will be extracted instead of gold teeth. – Erwin Chargaff • She should have remembered her past experiences in the relationship wars and not let herself get so excited. Evidently her hormones had overruled her common sense and she had become drunk on ovarian wine, the most potent, sanity- destroying substance in the universe. – Linda Howard • She’s easy to lead around, a shiny present here, a pretty compliment there, and you have true love and a popped cherry sacrificed to the god of deception and hormones. Young girls are so ridiculous–so predictably easy. – P. C. Cast • Sleep and meditation are key. Natural sleep for 8 hours will help remove toxins from the body, help consolidate memory, create order from chaos. Sleep activates good hormones that are associated with rejuvenation and slowing down the ageing process. – Deepak Chopra • So what name would you rather I call you? she asked as she headed out of the parking lot. Ias or Alexion. He gave her a devilish grin that set fire to her hormones. I would rather you call me lover. He wagged his eyebrows playfully at her. Danger rolled her eyes. Like all men with a onetrack mind, he was incorrigible. Don’t blame me, Alexion said in an almost offended tone. I can’t help it. You should see the way you fight. It really turned me on. Could you tell me how to turn you off? -Danger and Alexion – Sherrilyn Kenyon • So you love me,” said Petra softly when the kiss ended. I’m a raging mass of hormones thet I’m too young to understand,” said Bean. “You’re a female of a closely related species. According to all the best primatologists, I really have no choice.” That’s nice,” she said. – Orson Scott Card • Tall, completely jacked, steroids, like multiple growth hormones. That’s, like, the type that I’m attracted to. – JWoww • Teenage boys, goaded by their surging hormones run in packs like the primal horde. They have only a brief season of exhilarating liberty between control by their mothers and control by their wives. – Camille Paglia • Tell me why the stars do shine, Tell me why the ivy twines, Tell me what makes skies so blue, And I’ll tell you why I love you. Nuclear fusion makes stars to shine, Tropisms make the ivy twine, Raleigh scattering make skies so blue, Testicular hormones are why I love you. – Isaac Asimov • Testosterone is a sex hormone, and I think it is the most social of hormones. The major social effect of testosterone is to orient us toward issues of sex and power. By the end of puberty testosterone levels in males are 8 to 10 times higher than in females, but decrease with age. – James McBride • That connection between hormones and mood is so important to get a handle on, and it’s also really important when you’re considering taking medication. – Ayelet Waldman • The chicken that we eat is chock-full of feminine hormones. So, when men eat these chickens, they deviate from themselves as men. – Evo Morales • The critical part with meal spacing is that you stabilize your hormones so that you do not have those spikes in insulin that occur when you eat large meals. – Ian K. Smith • The curse of modern times is the preponderance of male hormones in places where they can do long-term damage. Even if were not talking about wars between nations or assaults on nature, there’s still that aggressiveness that keeps us apart from each other and the problems we need to be working on. – Robert James Waller • The curse of modern times is the propensity of male hormones in places where they can do the most damage – Robert James Waller • The genetic theory of homosexuality has been generally discarded today. . . . Despite the interest in possible hormone mechanisms in the origin of homosexuality, no serious scientist today suggests that a simple cause-effect relationship applies. – William H. Masters • The journey to a different future must begin by defining the problem differently than we have done until now. . The task is not to find substitutes for chemicals that disrupt hormones, attack the ozone layer, or cause still undiscovered problems, though it may be necessary to use replacements as a temporary measure. The task that confronts us over the next half century is one of redesign. – Theo Colborn • The medication, the hormones and the relentless frustrations of our lives make us bitchy and you’re not allowed to be bitchy in public or people won’t like you. – Liane Moriarty • The more you worry, the more you throw off the delicate balance of hormones required for health. – Andrew Bernstein • The Most Secret Quintessence of Life is an original work filled with rich, new research, relying on important primary literature which has not, until now, been plumbed and digested. In this book, Chandak Sengoopta offers both a history of hormone discovery and a chronicle of how this discovery transformed our concepts of the body and how our existing concepts of sex and sexuality, in turn, informed our concepts for understanding hormones. – Anne Fausto-Sterling • The older your teenagers are, the more they will have their own ideas and opinions. If you take them seriously, rather than assuming your ideas are always best and the only ones, you will begin to grow a relationship that will extend beyond the hormone-group years. – Kevin Leman • The only and absolute perfect union of two is when a baby hangs suspended in its mother’s womb, like a tiny madman in a padded cell, attached to her, feeling her blood and hormones, and moods play through its body, feeling her feelings. – Diane Ackerman • The real problem devolves around class lines once again: it’s the street hormones that folks without insurance, or folks who are too young for prescriptions without parental okay, use. Sometimes those hormones can be pretty rough. – Kate Bornstein • The romance of circumvention is one of the most destructive forces at work in our society. The American Idol freeway to greatness, Instagramming one’s way into popular consciousness with selfies of our ass folds beneath short shorts, human growth hormone and performance-enhancing drugs for athletes, Adderall for the idle mind, reality television that sacrifices our dignity for fifteen lousy minutes. – Daniel Gillies • The secret truth of ‘Celebrity Apprentice’ is that it isn’t very hard… ‘Celebrity Apprentice’ is easy like junior high is easy. All the arithmetic, the creative writing and the history are super simple, but like junior high, you do that easy work surrounded by people who are full-tilt, hormone-raging bug nutty. – Penn Jillette • The survey of more than 100 waterways downstream from treatment plants and animal feedlots in 30 states found minute amounts of dozens of antibiotics, hormones, pain relievers, cough suppressants, disinfectants and other products. It is not known whether they are harmful to plants, animals or people. The findings were released yesterday on the Web site of the United States Geological Survey, which conducted the research, and in an online journal, Environmental Science and Technology. – Andrew Revkin • The young folks that are coming into each of your services are anywhere from 17 to 22 or 23. Gee whiz, the hormone level created by nature sets in place the possibility for these types of things to occur. So we’ve got to be very careful how we address it on our side. – Saxby Chambliss • There are many other (besides testosterone) behaviour-eliciting hormones fundamental for humen well-being, including estrogen and progesterone in females. The fact that complex behavioural patterns can be triggered by a tiny concentration of moleculas coursing through the bloodstream, and that different animals of the same species generate different amounts of these hormones, is something worth thinking about when it’s time to judge such matters as free will, individual responsibility, and law and order. – Carl Sagan • There he is, a woman’s living, breathing fantasy, doing his slow, cocky turn, spiky black hair, darkly tanned chest, dimpled smile-killer smile-all in the package of Remington Tate. He’s perfection itself, and a new surge of hormones sweeps through me as I do what the rest of the crowd does and take in his visual, so blatantly on display in those low riding boxing shorts and so strikingly sexy, he becomes the center of my attention. The center. Of my. World. – Katy Evans • There was something about Ash that made every hormone in her body stand up and pant for more – Sherrilyn Kenyon • There’s really no such thing as the agony of dying. I’m quite sure that pain is shut off at the moment of death. You see, something happens when the body knows it’s about to go. Peptide hormones are released by cells in the hypothalamus and pituitary gland. Endorphins. They attach themselves to the cells responsible for feeling pain. – Lewis Thomas • These growth hormones, where can I get a bunch of them? Is there some way that, with electricity, you could stimulate your own growth hormones? Plug yourself in for five minutes, there’d be a little jolt, but you’d get used to it. It wouldn’t be bad at all; in fact, you’d get to enjoy it, probably. Then away you’d go, and youth wouldn’t be wasted on the young anymore. You’d be 25, with a 95-year-old mind. Granddad would start breaking into liquor stores and staying out late. Hope we have it soon! – David Lynch • These hormones still belong to the physiologist and to the clinical investigator as much as, if not more than, to the practicing physician. But as Professor Starling said many years ago, ‘The physiology of today is the medicine of tomorrow’. – Philip Showalter Hench • They were angry, I thought. Horrified. These teenagers, with their hormones, making out beneath a video broadcasting the shattered voice of a former father. – John Green • This is the burgeoning days of feminism. This is when the militant feminists are the feminism hormones are raging. They are excited. They are happy. This is a new day! They are through being plugged into these formulas where men run everything and you’re in servitude to them. – Rush Limbaugh • Thyroid Panel (blood test)-Abnormal thyroid hormone levels are a common cause of anxiety, depression, forgetfulness, confusion, and lethargy. Having low thyroid levels decreases overall brain activity, which can impair your thinking, judgment, and self-control and make it very hard for you to feel good. Low thyroid functioning can make it nearly impossible to manage weight effectively. To know your thyroid levels, you need to know these figures: thyroid-stimulating hormone (TSH) Free T3 Free T4 Thyroid antibodies (thyroid peroxidase and thyroglobulin antibodies) – Daniel Amen • To control your hormones is to control your life. – Barry Sears • To out-group-members, oxytocin makes you crappier – less cooperative and more preemptively aggressive. It’s not the luv hormone. It’s the in-group parochialism/xenophobia hormone. – Robert M. Sapolsky • Try and stay away from dairy – especially if you’re a woman! It’s really hard on your hormones. – Megan Fox • We are eating hybridized and genetically modified (GMO) foods full of antibiotics, hormones, pesticides, and additives that were unknown to our immune systems just a generation or two ago. The result? Our immune system becomes unable to recognize friend or foe – to distinguish between foreign molecular invaders we truly need to protect against and the foods we eat or, in some cases, our own cells. In Third World countries where hygiene is poor and infections are common, allergy and autoimmunity are rare. – Mark Hyman, M.D. • We find ourselves facing a rising tide of biologically active, synthetic organic chemicals. Some tinker with our hormones. Some attach themselves to our chromosomes and trigger mutations. Some cripple the immune system. Some light up our genes and so enhance the production of certain enzymes. If we could metabolize these chemicals into completely benign breakdown products and excrete them, they would pose less of a hazard. Instead, a good many of them accumulate. – Sandra Steingraber • We found if you took the dog out for 45 minutes a day and worked with it that the solitary stress hormone, cortisol, went down. But then it went right back up again because they didn’t keep doing it. – Temple Grandin • We’re all just bags of bones and muscle and hormones; I’ll never understand what makes our minds do the things we do. It’s like that statue of the monkey holding a skull. We’re trying to use a thing we don’t understand to understand ourselves. – Meshell Ndegeocello • We’re doing a great disservice to our young people because the only protection is abstinence, as condoms have been proven fallible. The federal government should not be telling young people to use condoms. It’s also an insult to teenagers, reducing them to the level of a dog that can’t control its hormones. – Christine O’Donnell • What basically happens is your hormones get out of whack. Because of the stress in your life your body says, ‘I need more hormones.’ So, your hormones are trying to produce and produce and produce, and it’s even more stressful and it is this wicked cycle. – Marie Osmond • What good men most biologists are, the tenors of the scientific world – temperamental, moody, lecherous, loud-laughing, and healthy. Your true biologist will sing you a song as loud and off-key as will a blacksmith, for he knows that morals are too often diagnostic of prostatitis and stomach ulcers. Sometimes he may proliferate a little too much in all directions, but he is as easy to kill as any other organism, and meanwhile he is very good company, and at least he does not confuse a low hormone productivity with moral ethics. – John Steinbeck • What I learned was there are hormones, and most people are sexual. They may go through stages where they might do things where they go above and beyond, but this is something else. – Stuart Blumberg • What we like about women is sensuality, wildness, hormones. Women who make a song and dance about their intuition. – Yasmina Reza • Wheatgrass juice is the nectar of rejuvenation, the plasma of youth, the blood of all life. The elements that are missing in your body’s cells-especially enzymes, vitamins, hormones, and nucleic acids can be obtained through this daily green sunlight transfusion. – Viktoras Kulvinskas • When a male vole repeatedly mates with a female, a hormone called vasopressin is released in his brain. The vasopressin binds to receptors in a part of the brain called the nucleus accumbens, and the binding mediates a pleasurable feeling that becomes associated with that female. This locks in the monogamy, which is known as pair-bonding. If you block this hormone, the pair-bonding goes away. – David Eagleman • When birth control pills were available in Europe but not in the United States, American women created an uproar about how the unwillingness to make the pill available showed a contempt for the lives of women. When the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) released birth control pills with high dosages of hormones that were later found to be unnecessarily high, they were attacked for not caring about women enough to do the necessary tests. – Warren Farrell • When dogs and humans make eye contact, that actually releases what’s known as the love hormone, oxytocin, in both the dog and the human. – Brian Hare • When others kid me about being bald, I simply tell them that the way I figure it, the good Lord only gave men so many hormones, and if others want to waste theirs on growing hair, that’s up to them. – John Glenn • When physiologists revealed the existence and functions of hormones they not only gave increased opportunities for the activities of biochemists but in particular gave a new charter to biochemical thought, and with the discovery of vitamins that charter was extended. – Frederick Gowland Hopkins • When the subtle physical body is damaged you will begin to notice changes in your skin, you skin starts to get gnarly or dry. I’m not speaking of acne. Acne means you have a lot of kundalini, which stimulates hormones. – Frederick Lenz • When you’re sixteen and struggling to forge an identity out of a morass of hormones and daydreams, remarks like that cut a deep groove in the brain. I trace the ongoing, victorious-feeling semi-starvation of my twenties directly back to adolescence – as a way of showing those assholes that I could control my appetites… Which is so sad, in retrospect, because of course no one cared. – Kate Christensen • When you’re teenager, your hormones and your emotions are so tumultuous and so unpredictable. You’re just trying to understand yourself. – Penelope Mitchell • Whenever we feel stressed out, that’s a signal that our brain is pumping out stress hormones. If sustained over months and years, those hormones can ruin our health and make us a nervous wreck. – Daniel Goleman • Without compromise repression would be defeated. Just as some cancers feed on hormones, compromise becomes the hormone of oppression. – Harry Belafonte • Woman is determined not by her hormones or by mysterious instincts, but by the manner in which her body and her relation to the world are modified through the action of others than herself. – Simone de Beauvoir • Women are affected by lunar tides only once a month; men have raging hormones every day. – Maureen Dowd • Women are better at reading body language everywhere in the world. As a matter of fact, it’s associated with the female hormone estrogen. Women are better at figuring out of tone of voice, reading your face and posture and gesture. – Helen Fisher • Years ago I was diagnosed with a condition and my doctors prescribed human growth hormone and testosterone for its treatment. Under medical supervision I have continued to use both medications. – Sylvester Stallone • Yet friendship, I believe, is essential to intellectuals. It is probably the growth hormone the mind requires as it begins its activity of producing and exchanging ideas. You can date the evolving life of a mind, like the age of a tree, by the rings of friendship formed by the expanding central trunk. In the course of my history, not love or marriage so much as friendship has promoted growth. – Mary McCarthy • You know, the girls, they are more unstable emotionally than us. I’m sure everybody will say it’s true even the girls (laughter). No? No, you don’t think? I mean, it’s just about hormones and all this stuff. We don’t have all these bad things, so we are physically in a good shape every time, and you are not. That’s it. – Jo-Wilfried Tsonga • You know, these conservative women, somebody really needs to go repossess their ovaries. Really, truly, they have no right to them. They are fabulous, little organs and they have absolutely no right to be estrogen-bearing beings. Okay? Just cut ’em off, let ’em go through the hot flashes, let ’em just sit there and complain about hormone therapy, okay? Just take the ovaries and get it over with. Because they don’t deserve to have estrogen. They really don’t. It’s a privilege. – Randi Rhodes • You suffer when you give birth, it doesn’t matter, it’s nature. They tell you, oh, those hormone pills, they’re terrible, you’ll get cancer. But when it comes to Viagra for men, they don’t speak about cancer. – Jeanne Moreau • You’re seventeen. You’re supposed to be dealing with school and hormones and dim-witted parents. You’re supposed to be finding out who you are as a person.” “But I already know who I am,” Valkyrie said. “I’m a world-breaker. – Derek Landy • Your emotions are your inner guidance system. They alone will let you know whether you are living in an environment of biochemical health or in an environment of biochemical distress. Understanding how your thoughts and your emotions affect every single hormone and cell in your body, and knowing how to change them in a way that is health-enhancing, gives you access to the most powerful and empowering health-creating secret on earth. – Christiane Northrup

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