#my family doesn't even buy cereal

[wttcsms]

when you know, you know, atsumu miya ;

pairing atsumu miya x f!reader word count 1k synopsis atsumu considers marriage to be a trap, until he realizes that even a lifetime commitment to you isn't long enough content contains fluff, talks of marriage!!!! he's a softie

It starts off like this: nobody sees Atsumu Miya getting married — not now, not ever, not in the foreseeable future, nor in any of the millions of alternate and parallel universes that may or may not exist.

You’re just not the type of person we see settling down. 

Yeah, that might be true, but it still stings a little. It stings when he sees the white picket fences, and the cars with the MY KID’S AN HONOR STUDENT bumper stickers. It stings when he happens to accidentally catch a rerun of those family-centered sitcoms; the ones where they argue during the day and make up at night, with some cliche moral to the over dramatic situations that have occurred onscreen fifteen minutes ago. It stings when he watches his teammates get engaged and he has to congratulate them — he’s genuinely happy for them, don’t get him wrong — but still… 

It doesn’t matter. Atsumu Miya has long since held the firm belief that he’s just not the type of person the whole “fall in love, get married, have a family, cue the domesticity cuteness overload” schtick is meant for. Besides, it’s not like it’s something he’s spent years obsessing over (maybe months, at most). 

He rationalizes his bachelor status (that’s been a part of him for so long that it’s getting to become somewhat of a red flag for potential girlfriends) as him being the only one left with his priorities straight. After all, he doesn't have to worry about things like parent-teacher conferences or crayon drawings on the wall or trying to buy flowers to make sure the wife isn’t too mad when he comes home late. 

After all, he tells everyone, settling down is still settling. 

And Atsumu Miya, under no circumstances, ever settles.

Which is an ideal he clings to with such a tight grip, if it were flesh and blood, it would be suffocating. He doesn’t, he decides after a while, believe in marriage. 

(That is to say: he doesn’t believe that it’s possible for him. 

It’s not what he says explicitly, but it’s what he truly means.) 

So, when he tells you this on your second date, you’re a little stunned, but you’re quick to recover. Okay… So that’s the explanation you’ve been waiting for. The reason why this six feet two inches tall professional athlete with a bank account he generously withdraws money from has been single for so long is because he doesn’t believe in marriage. 

Other than that, he’s been nothing but great. Near perfect. So, all you do is nod and continue on with the original topic of the conversation. Eventually, your budding romance blooms into something much bigger than either of you ever anticipated or saw coming, and while you yourself have never mentioned the M-word after that date, it’s all Atsumu can think about right now. 

Marriage.

The concept of it looms over your relationship; a perpetual gray cloud that threatens to flood this perfect little relationship and have it all go down the drain. You never brought it up after he basically told you he would never marry anyone, and he never brought it up purely because — well — he’s a bit of a coward. 

He’s the type of person who’s set on his own convictions, by the way. If his balls ever drop, and he decides to Man Up, he figures he’ll start the conversation just like that. His stubbornness is nothing new to you, but him figuring out that he might be wrong makes his stomach feel funny. It’s sick and twisted. 

“Hey, what do you want for dinner tonight? I’m at the store right now, and I’m in the mood to cook.” He can picture it clearly: you, standing in one of the grocery store aisles, phone balanced in between your ear and shoulder as you compare the ingredients of the name brand and generic cereal. 

He’s in the locker room, about to pack up his gym bag (that you’ll complain reeks) and head back to his apartment (that’s starting to feel a lot more like yours, with the way your skincare products dominate the bathroom counter), and it hits him so suddenly, he has to sit back down on the bench. 

Atsumu Miya thinks that marriage isn’t for him, and as a defense mechanism, he decides that marriage sucks anyway. But through the tinny speakers of his phone, he can hear you toss something in the shopping cart. He hears the faint crying of a toddler in the background, and then he starts to think about what it would be like to walk around the store with a baby that takes after you. Right now, you’re already sleeping in the same bed with him at least four times out of the week, but it would be perfect, he thinks, to get the privilege to wake up to you every morning.

“Atsumu?” You try to get his attention, and Atsumu tries to ignore the warm and fuzzy feeling he gets when he considers a future with you. Settling down is still settling, he tells himself, and then he thinks of the way you looked when you caught the bouquet at a friend’s wedding. The pleased smile on your face, the triumphant way you held the flowers over your head, head thrown back in glee; you looked absolutely radiant. You caught his eye, and you quickly lowered your hands, giving him a sheepish grin. 

He realizes now that if anyone is settling, it’s you. You don’t know that he notices the way you tear up at weddings, or how excited you sound when you get back from dress shopping with one of your friends. You want to get married, and the only thing stopping you is him.

He’s spent ages deluding himself into thinking that he’s somehow losing if he decides to trap himself into a marriage with someone, but no one can accuse him of settling when it’s you he’s marrying. You’re the prize. You’re the only person in the world he wants to give his last name and an obnoxiously big ring to. 

“Make whatever you want, baby. I’ll eat anything.” He’s checking the locations for the nearest jewelers in his immediate vicinity. “I might be a little late, though. I have to check on something.” 

#atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya x you #atsumu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #drabble #one shot #fluff #hq imagines #atsumu fluff

[cdbabymp3]

𐙚sfw bf things pt. 1 ― hamzahthefantastic

notes/warnings: sfw (nsfw version will be posted when i feel up for it!!)

this song is so soft bf hamzah i could scream my mf lungs out

bf hamzah who usually wakes up before you and will admire how beautiful you look in his bed, before making breakfast for the two of you

bf hamzah who pays attention to your interests and will randomly surprise you with concert tickets for your favorite artist or a pair of shoes you'd been eyeing every time you go to the mall

bf hamzah who consoles you when you're upset, never invalidating how you feel, and just being the best shoulder to cry on

bf hamzah who thinks you're way out of his league because he can barely comprehend that someone as beautiful as you wants him

bf hamzah who always has the music you like playing when he comes to pick you up for a date

bf hamzah who is always down for a little sweet treat run, even if it's snowing out or super late at night

bf hamzah who consistently has a hand on your waist or lower back when you're at a bar and a guy is eye-fucking you

bf hamzah who doesn't have a problem kindly telling said guy at the bar to leave you alone or (if the situation escalates) to tell him how much of a fucking perv creep he's being loud enough so that other people in the bar turn and look

bf hamzah who pats his upper thigh for you to come sit on his lap when you need to rant after a shitty day

bf hamzah who picks you up and puts you over his shoulder to spin you around

bf hamzah who never shuts the fuck up about you to martin and mandy

bf hamzah who loves doing domestic things with you like cooking, going grocery/furniture shopping, doing chores around the house together. he's always mentally pretending you're married.

bf hamzah who listens to all your friend and/or family lore and truly pays attention

bf hamzah who has the ability to always calm you down and give you sound advice (if asked for) when you're worked up about something

bf hamzah who blushes at the mention of your name, no matter how long you've been dating

bf hamzah who will sit at the dinner table at 3am and have cereal when you both can't sleep

bf hamzah who buys you all the cutesy things you want. he literally can't say no to you (*cough* sub *cough cough*)

bf hamzah who makes an effort to save extra money in order to take you out to nice restaurants every once in a while

bf hamzah who kisses you on the cheek when you're in public or around martin and mandy bc pda makes him nervous lmao

bf hamzah who carries you from the couch to your bed when you fall asleep waiting for him to come from filming a video late at night

bf hamzah who whispers 'i love you' as he covers you in blankets and holds you from behind until he falls asleep too

sry this is a bit short, there will be many parts :)))

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#Spotify #hamzahthefantastic #hamzahthefantastic x reader #hamzahthefantastic imagines #hamzahthefantastic x you #hamzahthefantastic headcannons #slushy noobz #cdbabymp3

[lovelybrooke]

Hello hello :)

Could you write some HC for a yandere goro akechi from persona 5 ? And if you can could you make the reader his childhood friend ?

Good Day/Night!

Platonic Yandere Goro Akechi x childhood best friend.

Check out my other work here: Masterlist

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Goro never really got the opportunity to make real friends. The people who he surrounded himself with were mostly people who just wanted to get the chance to meet the famous Detective Prince. With you, it was different. You never ask anything from him only for him to be himself.

In honesty, Goro doesn't know who "himself" really is without you. Whenever he's not around you he feels like he's an actor on one elaborate stage, all eyes on him waiting for him to fail. You instead, are like a pleasant ray on light shining down on him, allowing him to be freed from the metaphorical performance that is his life.

Goro is a totally different person around you. Even you are able to notice how scripted his life and actions seem. You can tell from a mile away how the fake smile that constantly adorns his face hurts or how badly he wants to punch the idiot talking to him by the tight fist he's balling up to his side. In turn, you allow him a much-needed reprieve from all the stress and pretending. With you, he rants about how terrible work was or how tired he is with school. With you, he gets to be his authentic self.

Goro's main way of showing affection is with gifts. Goro makes a good amount of money, and so he offers to take you shopping under the guise of just hanging out. He'll buy the first thing you look at, ignoring your protests. Goro was never taught how to show someone you care, so he gets offended when you don't except his gifts, thinking it's a fault on his part.

Manipulation is Goro's middle name. You're the first person he actually cares about to also care about him, he's not going to let that be taken from him. If push comes to shove, he's not afraid to use his trauma against you mentioning his mother's death, his father's abuse, and how without you, there would be no reason to keep going. If that didn't work, then he's willing to use the metaverse. Eliminating the shadows of people who take up too much of your time is a regular day for him. When you eventually become sad that all your friends and acquaintances go missing, he'll be there to comfort you like the great friend he is.

When the Phantom Thieves start to become an issue, he tries to keep you keep you away from it all. He doesn't want you to potentially realize their connection. When it finally becomes too much to handle, he asks for your opinion on them, and regardless of your answer, it further drives his motivation to eliminate them. If you reveal you're a fan, then he'll try and get you to realize how corrupt they are. If you reveal that you don't agree with their ideals, he's proud while mentioning vaguely that they won't be around for long.

Goro tries to keep you out of his personal life, only using his family situation as a way of keeping you with him. Goro doesn't want you to really know about how terrible his father is, afraid you'll hate him and leave. He wants so badly to have a normal life, it's not uncommon for him to stay with you and your family on weekends when he doesn't have anything to do. Instead of pretending to be some brilliant detective or the dutiful son, he gets to pretend that he's just some random kid, with a boring life, no unfathomable expectations or duties. He gets to enjoy the simple things like eating cereal in his pajamas while watching cartoons or playing video games together. He gets to be a teenager when he's with you, and he detests whenever he has to go home and face reality.

I like to believe Goro's motives eventually change. Instead of trying to please his father and do whatever he wants, he instead tries sculpting the perfect life with you. He no longer cares about his father and his ideals; he wants to run away with you and live a simple life. Regardless of if you're relationship with him is platonic or romantic, he can't see a life without you. He needs you like he needs are to breath. In a way, he's just repeating the same cycle with of toxicity he had with his father.

Goro is stubborn and he's not going to let anyone get in the way of his happy ending. Not the Phantom Thieves, not his father, not even you. You'll eventually realize how great everything will be with just you and him. While he doesn't want it to come to kidnapping, he won't hesitate to do so if you don't comply. He has everything ready; you'll eventually learn to rely on him. When it's just you and him, he'll finally be able to stop pretending.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #persona 5 x reader #yandere persona 5 #persona 5 #goro akechi #goro akechi x reader #yandere goro akechi

[duhragonball]

It's my birthday today, and the local grocery store was thoughtful enough to stock the Dragon Ball Z Reese's Puffs, so I'm gonna try it out. Join me, won't you?

I still can't believe this is real. I mean, Reese's Puffa is kind of surreal enough as it is. It sounds like some satirical brand meant to poke fun at sugary kids' cereals. The box says "Made with REAL REESE'S Peanut Butter", the same way a fruit-flavored beverage will claim to contain genuine fruit.

The bowl on the box art is a Reese's cup, so it basically depicts candy being served in more candy. I'm old enough to remember when they would photograph cereal as "part of a complete breakfast", and there'd be grapefruits and toast and maybe a hard boiled egg. Basically they were admitting that the cereal was so unhealthy that you needed to eat three or four other breakfasts to make up for it. I just liked the photos because they were so picturesque. Ah, to have unlimited free time to prepare a leisurely 4-course breakfast while reading the paper. I just assumed everyone else was having toast with their cereal except my family, but yeah, it never really made any sense.

I haven't even gotten to Goku yet, but first I want to talk about his spoon. I don't think we see him holding a spoon very often. He's usually a chopsticks kind of guy, or he'll just use his bare hands or even dunk his head into the bowl. It kind of looks like a ladle when he holds it like that, which implies he cooked this bowl of candy soup all by himself, and he's showing it off like a proud chef. This spoon kicks ass, is what I'm trying to say.

But the real reason I bought this is because of that orange hillbilly who needs no introduction. I wasn't even looking for Reese's Puffs. It was the furthest thing from my mind. No, I was stocking up on the old-man cereal I require to survive, when I just saw him staring at me, with his friendly-yet-confident smile. Goku's not pressuring you to buy the cereal. He's sure you'll enjoy it, but it's okay if you want to take a pass. He'll just enjoy all this peanut butter chocolate goodness all by himself. Goku is truly the ideal spokesman. How can you say no to this lovable hunk?

I'm kind of out of touch when it comes to cereal marketing, but I'm pretty sure this sort of cross-promotion is a rarity. Like, they once put WWE wrestlers on Wheaties or something, but usually if the cereal companies want a cartoon on the box they'll just make their own character. Or if the cartoon people want to put their guy in the cereal aisle, they'll just commission a whole new cereal just for that brand. C-3PO had his own cereal for a while. It was pretty good!

What I'm saying is that it's kind of unusual to see a popular character like this on a cereal box. The only exception I can come up with is Fred Flintstone on Fruity and Cocoa Pebbles, but I always assumed that those were specifically "Flintstones Cereal".

Other than that, yeah, I can't think of any other examples of cartoon characters appearing on unaffiliated cereal boxes like this. Well, I drew my DBZ OC on a box of All-Bran today, but I don't think that counts.

"MY FIBER IS MAXIMUM, KAKAROT!"

I wondered what was up with the picture of Piccolo on the back of the box, and it turns out that he's one of seven different characters you can find on the back of the box. Collect them all! Aw man, that Cell one looks fucking sick! I don't know how they distributed these. Maybe they roll them out in waves and Piccolo's came first. Or maybe it's random and I might have found a Cell if I'd checked more boxes at the store. Well, Piccolo's pretty good. I guess.

All right, I just poured myself a bowl and Goku's cereal is gonna have to set course for Planet Oat. The dairy industry may not applaud my shopping choices, but I like oat milk because it doesn't spoil as quickly as cow milk, and it's got a nice oat-y flavor that compliments the cardboard taste of All-Bran.

I did not put Dawn liquid soap in my cereal. This time.

So what's the verdict here? Well, the first few bites were pretty tasty, and then I realized I was getting kind of sick of this as I made my way to the bottom of the bowl. The peanut butter flavor overwhelms everything. It has a very strong odor, so if you like Reese's peanut butter cups you can just sit this out in your room and savor the aroma. I barely registered any chocolate flavor at all. I mean, I believe they put it there, but the peanut butter is the whole story to this.

It's basically Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs from Calvin and Hobbes, only this is a special Peanut Butter variant they made. I never really appreciated the jokes about sugary cereals before. I grew up on Frosted Flakes and the like, but there were a certain class of cereals that my mom would just refuse to buy. My grandparents would have them, but I never really understood the difference between Frosted Flakes and Honey Smacks. As I got older, I ate less cereal in general, but that was mostly because I fell out of the habit of eating breakfast altogether.

But now I'm 47, and the only cereal I eat these days is bran topped with diced peaches and a couple of packets of artificial sweetener, so Reese's Puffs is way, way too sugary for my palate. It's not bad, but a little goes a long way for me.

When I was a kid, old people were always griping about all the stuff they couldn't eat anymore. I remember Isaac Asimov writing mournfully about how he couldn't have an Oreo cookie, which bummed me out because that was my favorite cookie back then, and it seemed that the fate of all humanity was to be denied the simple pleasure of enjoying them.

Now, I realize that a lot of the stuff that you liked as a kid just doesn't age up with you. Your tastes change, and you gain appreciations for new things that you wouldn't have appreciated before. That's not a bad thing. It's life. Things change, and you change along with them.

Well, you and I do, anyway. Not Goku, whose Saiyan biology keeps him looking exactly the same for sixty years so he can eat all the sweetened corn puffs he wants. But I don't envy him, is what I'm trying to say. I'm watching a wrestling show on PPV tonight, my mom took me to Cracker Barrel for lunch today, and I drew on a cereal box. I can't complain.

#dragon ball #goku #reese's puffs #eat 'em up eat 'em up #i'm not looking forward to finishing the rest of the box #might need a couple bowls of all bran to make up for this

[ironcladrhombus]

Okay I have some thoughts on Matilda:

Harry and Zinnia Wormwood love each other. They may not have any fondness for their daughter, but they do love each other. She doesn't fit into their family, and so many of her basic needs are neglected- yet somehow still met.

She has unexpected access to resources usually required by an adult. For example, she always has ingredients in the fridge with which to make her own food with, despite her mom never cooking. The family has cereal for breakfast, tv dinners, etc, but Matilda has flour and eggs to make pancakes with. Or the fact that her clothes always fit her, even as we see her grow constantly.

My explanation for this is that because the Wormwoods are vain (especially in the way upper middle class 80s America was), it meant that they had to protect their projected self image. Mrs. Wormwood always had the newest fashions, dyed hair touched up daily, nails painted, and her social life consisted of bingo and phone calls with friends. Mr. Wormwood points out that in his work "[his clients] don't buy a car, they buy me. That's why I personally take such pride in my appearance- Well oiled hair, clean shave, snappy suit".

So with this knowledge, how is Matilda able to get the resources she needs to be so well fed and clothed? I think food is the easiest to explain- I believe that there's probably a grocery list, and because she has been able to spell since she was one, it would be pretty easy to put things on there that could potentially go unnoticed.

As for clothes, this is where the vanity comes in. Mrs. Wormwood has friends, and (based on her conversations with friends on the phone) they too have kids. More than likely they knew she had been pregnant, had a daughter, etc. So whenever she went shopping for clothes with friends (which I think was pretty often as seen by her very up to date wardrobe) they probably also bought some things for their kids and asked something like "oh isn't this adorable, wouldn't your daughter look like such a darling in this?" and she would end up putting it in her basket so as not to look like she doesn't really care one way or another.

Or perhaps like Mr. Wormwood she cared about looking like the perfect American family and couldn't have Matilda sticking out.

There's a lot to work with here, but I enjoy knowing the story so well that I have the bandwidth to think on all the nuances of how Matilda's life evolved into where it is.

#my post #matilda #theories and thoughts #speakers beepers

[alphaman99]

Tomas Estevan it all a damn ruse....

From a California school teacher:

I am in charge of the English-as-a-second-language Department at a large southern California high school which is designated a Title-1 school, meaning that its students average in the lower socioeconomic and income levels.

Title-1 schools are on the free-breakfast and free-lunch program. When I say free breakfast, I'm not talking about a glass of milk and a roll, but a full breakfast and cereal bar with fruits and juices that would make Marriott proud. The waste of this food is monumental, with trays and trays of it being dumped in the trash uneaten. Well over 50% of these students are obese, or at least moderately overweight. About 75% or more have cell phones. The school also provides daycare centers for the unwed teenage pregnant girls, some as young as 13, so they can attend class without the inconvenience of arranging for babysitters or having family watch their kids.

I was ordered to spend $700,000 on my department, or risk losing funding for the upcoming year, even though I had little need for anything. My budget was already substantial, but I ended up buying new computers for the Computer Learning Center, half of which, one month later, were carved with graffiti by the appreciative students, who obviously feel humbled and grateful to have a free education in America. I have had to intervene several times for young substitute teachers, whose classes consist of many illegals here in the country less than 3 months, who raised so much hell with female teachers, calling them putas (whores) and throwing things, that the teachers were in tears.

Free medical care, free education, free food, free day care, free housing, etc. Is it any wonder they feel entitled not only to be in this country, but also to demand more rights, privileges, and entitlements? To those Americans who point out how much these illegal immigrants contribute to our society, because they happen to like their gardener and housekeeper, I say: Spend some time in the real world of illegal immigration and see the true costs to American taxpayers. Higher insurance, medical facilities closing, higher medical costs, more crime, lower standards of education in our schools, overcrowding, new diseases, etc. are the real costs of illegals.

America, we need to wake up. The "guest" worker program will be a disaster, because we won't have the guts to enforce it. Does anyone in their right mind really think illegals will voluntarily leave and return? It does, however, have everything to do with culture: A third-world culture that does not value education, that accepts children getting pregnant and dropping out of school by age 15, and that refuses to assimilate; and an American culture that has become so weak and intimidated by "political correctness," that we don't have the will to protect ourselves.

Cheap labor? Isn't that what the whole illegal immigration issue is really about? Business doesn't want to pay a decent wage; consumers don't want expensive produce. The phrase "cheap labor" is a myth, a farce, and a lie; there is no such thing as cheap labor. An illegal qualifies for Section-8 housing and subsidized rent; he qualifies for food stamps; he qualifies for free (no deductible, no co-pay) health care; his children get free breakfasts and lunches at school, where they get a free education; he requires bilingual teachers and books; he qualifies for relief from energy bills; if he is, or becomes aged, blind, or disabled, he qualifies for social security income; once qualified for SSI, he qualifies for Medicare; he doesn't worry about car insurance, life insurance, or homeowners insurance; taxpayers provide Spanish language signs, bulletins, and printed material; he and each member of his family receive the equivalent of $20.00 to $30.00/hour in benefits, whereas Americans are lucky to have $5.00 or $6.00/hour left after paying their bills and his; American taxpayers also pay for increased crime, graffiti, and trash clean-up.

Cheap labor is such a ruse it is laughable.

---Sarah Jones

[masterwords]

Summary: Derek misses Hotch while he's working at the Seattle Field Office.

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Warnings: mentions of sex (not graphic)

Words: 1.7k

Notes: Pure, unadulterated cute. I sprinted out the entire barebones rough draft in 20 minutes and did my best to flesh it out but there just isn't a lot of substance here. It's just sweet, adorable, idiots in love...pwp but the cute no smut version.

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“You've been gone for fourteen days...” Derek moans, spinning around in his chair. It's way too late to still be in the office, he knows, but it's the only time he gets to talk to Hotch who is 3 hours behind him in Seattle. The time difference feels surreal.

Short and fast, that was what they'd said. They needed someone to fill in and run the Seattle Field Office while they found a new leader, a week tops. They already had someone in mind. Except that person bailed, and now they're back at square one and well...the BAU has Derek to keep them in line, so Hotch has been over in the Emerald City for fourteen days and counting.

This isn't as bad as his station in Pakistan, but Derek had lulled himself into a false sense of security. It wouldn't happen again. That was an aberration. They'd tried to tap Hotch for Section Chief, and he always wound up right at his desk in the BAU like he belonged there.

But fourteen days...two weeks...that's when a short trip starts feeling an awful lot like something with real permanence.

“I think they've got their eye on someone,” Hotch says absentmindedly, pouring over a stack of employee evaluations that were turned in to him that day. He doesn't even know these people, he's just signing off on things. Putting his signature out there on things he can't exactly back up. It's not his usual prerogative, but these are desperate times. He's just a suit in a chair. Except he knows the truth...they love him here, they've wanted him back since he left and someone thought maybe bringing him here might remind him how much he loved this office too.

And he does. It's been a breath of fresh air being back in Seattle. But he can't live here, his family won't follow.

“I just want you home.”

“How has it been with you and Jack?”

“Great. He's great, he listens to me, we've been playing lots of games and eating lots of junk food...”

“Derek...”

“What? When the cat's away...”

That's not true. Derek hasn't fed Jack any junk food, that's been all Jessica who stops at the grocery store every day before picking Jack up for school and brings them some kind of treat. Ice cream, candy bars, sugary breakfast cereal, She eats her feelings. She also doesn't like when you point that out.

“How much longer?”

“I don't know.”

Gifts started showing up in Seattle on the third day. Nothing major. Just lunch, a burger and fries delivered to Hotch's desk from The Athenian.

“Sleepless in Seattle?” Hotch texted and Derek sent back a little red heart. He had enough to take back to the hotel and eat for dinner as well, though it didn't make it that far in the end. He ate his dinner at his desk as well...one of those days.

Never one to be outdone, he made sure coffee and pastries were waiting for Derek when he arrived at work the next morning.

And so it went, each exchanging little gifts of food and flowers from three thousand miles apart. Hotch hadn't even considered what he would have to eat in forever, Derek had it scheduled every day like clockwork. Jessica called it twisted. “Here I am gaining ten pounds with all the ice cream I have to buy myself and you two are playing cross-country footsie. It's disgusting.”

The next morning there was a chocolate croissant and a coffee waiting for her at her desk. Neither of them told her who was responsible and it didn't matter, it made her day. She was in on the game.

Donuts were sent to Jack's classroom courtesy of Voodoo Donuts. Hotch had to make a trip down to Portland to meet with another SAC and figured why not. Jack's classroom would get a kick out of the wild colors and silly little voodoo doll shapes, and he got to spend an hour waiting outside in the rain in a line that stretched around the block. Some might grumble at that, but Hotch likes the rain and he loves not being cooped up inside of an office building. Sure, he was cold and miserable, but he was also happy. (And out quite a pretty penny when all was said and done, shipping a box of donuts across the country fast enough to keep them relatively fresh wasn't cheap.)

He got a hot drip coffee and a fresh maple bar for his troubles.

“Seventeen days...” Derek whines. He's temping his roasted chicken, which he should have put in earlier, he knows that dammit. He's angry when it's still ten degrees below where he needs it. That's at least another half hour, they're going to be eating late again. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

A bouquet of bright orange tiger lilies shows up at his office around mid-morning on a day when Hotch has been feeling rather under the weather. He's had a headache for three days, the kind that makes your jaw tight and your teeth sing. It could be his sinuses or maybe dehydration, maybe it's just his body telling him it needs a rest. He hasn't had a day off since he arrived in Seattle, not really. They're no closer to finding someone to take over than they were the week prior, no one wants the job. The flowers make him smile in spite of the way his tight jaw clicks and groans like rusty old machinery.

“Thank you,” he says when Derek calls later. At their designated time. “The flowers are beautiful.”

“So are you...” Derek says quietly. “That tie looks nice. Is it new?”

“I found it at a little consignment shop on my lunch hour a couple of days – wait..”

He looks up, and in the doorway to the unit Derek is standing with another smaller bouquet of flowers in his hands. Peach and white peonies, the color of a sigh, the gentle color of a spring sunset. He looks like a kid ready for his prom date. Hope is smeared across his features.

“Twenty-two days...” he says, handing Hotch the flowers. “I know I shouldn't be here, but I thought sneaking into your hotel room and surprising you there might get me shot.”

“You're not wrong.”

Hotch shouldn't leave, he knows he has too much to do but he hasn't had a day off in twenty-two days and one night isn't going to cause irreparable damage.

The next day, when he calls in sick because his headache has reached its crescendo and he'd much rather lie in the hotel room with Derek all day than go sit at that desk. They make good use of room service, barely leave the bed. The view from the room is picturesque, a full and un-obscured view of the Puget Sound from over the top of the concrete jungle. Not even a crane gets in their way.

They drink their coffee on the balcony, smelling the briny air before heading back to the bed. They make love enough times that Hotch loses count, showering and sleeping and eating briefly between. He loses count, but he also loses the headache somewhere along the way and he'll take both of those things gladly. Twenty-two days apart had created a hunger in them that neither had realized until they were here sharing the same air, the same timezone, and this time (unlike Pakistan) there were no hard feelings to work through. Just making up for lost time the best way they knew how, with hands and lips and a Do Not Disturb sign hanging from the doorknob.

“So...what the hell is a consignment shop anyway?” Derek asks, still thinking about what Hotch said about his new tie while popping a strawberry into his mouth. Hotch hums and hunts for something to watch on the TV. They'll barely pay attention to it anyway but the noise is nice. It drowns out the way that neither one of them seems to be able to keep their inevitable moans in check. And why should they have to? It's been three weeks since they've even been in a room together, so if they get a little carried away between the sheets who can really blame them?

It isn't just about sex, they take short cat naps in their love-warm sheets and they do talk a little, too. Just enough. But they've been talking so much lately, it's all they've been able to do, that it doesn't feel very important. While they sit and visit over meals and drinks, Derek leans against Hotch, keeps one hand anchored on his thigh or his shoulder or his back at all times. And Hotch makes no attempt to break away. Time will do that for them soon enough.

“It's a secondhand store. I found something for you, too.”

Derek wears his new cashmere sweater back at Quantico when he returns from his whirlwind surprise trip and everyone notices. It's the color of rich, deep purple-almost-black plums and the way it sits against his warm skin is breathtaking. Penelope can't stop touching him. Running her hands up and down his arms. It even smells good.

“It smells like Hotch,” he says when she comments on it later. She purses her lips and doesn't really know what to say to that. She's rarely speechless.

“He really knows you.” She'd looked up the tag, gasped and nearly died of sticker-shock, and then tried to remind herself he'd purchased the thing secondhand. Or, he claimed to have anyway. She wouldn't put it past him to tell Derek that just to ensure that he wore the damn thing.

“I would hope so, after all this time.”

“How much longer? We all miss him. It's not fair, those stinky Seattle people get him and we're stuck here without our boss-man.”

Derek smiles and glances at his phone, ready for it to ring. Hotch said he'd be the one to call tonight. “Soon.”

“That's what you said last time.”

“And it's what I'll keep saying until it's true. Now get outta here so I can talk to my man in peace.”

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #hotchgan #mortch #criminal minds #hotch x morgan #aaron hotchner x derek morgan #fanfiction

[stupiddumbgamer]

Legion headcanons bc I have dbd brainrot and really like the Legion.

(If these go against the lore, I apologize but I like my ideas better, also some of these are loosely based off the current lore and cosmetic descriptions.)

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THE LEGION

-All of the members were born in Alberta, but not all in Ormond

-Susie is the baby of the group and if anyone but themselves makes fun of her they will get a beating. (Only they're allowed to poke at her)

-Susie made them all friendship bracelets and Joey made the buttons that they use as offerings to the entity.

-Joey and Julie are the designated cooks if there's food to be made. Frank and Susie happily agree. Frank could burn cereal and Susie gets stressed around ovens.

-Frank and Julie have a weird relationship after being pulled into the entities realm. They're still a "couple" but in very loose terms.

FRANK MORRISON

- 20, He/Him

-Born in Calgary to teen parents who were deemed unfit to care for him and put in foster care very young.

-His bio family has Irish and English roots but lived in Canada for several generations already. Frank has no desire to learn anything about his biological family or history.

-Bisexual but struggles deeply with internalized homophobia and refuses to admit it to himself. He's pretty much out to the Legion but still refuses to admit it to himself. Even after Susie caught him with an old basketball friend he'd brought to the lodge. Claiming they were just "messing around as a joke, no homo."

-Actually talented with musical instruments but never got the chance to practice or learn due to foster homes and constant moving. He kinda threw away the idea of playing anything after the entity took him. Rather focusing more on his strength and ways to kill.

-Craves attention and affection because he was never given any as a kid but will not let ANYONE know. Pretends to hate being touched and scoffs at compliments to keep up his tough leader persona, but in reality under his killer facade he's still a teenager in a scary place surrounded by murderers and horrors he could've never imagined.

-He loves flaunting in front of the survivors. Showing his knife skills and teasing the ones he's hooked. Really cocky about it. Seeing the survivors get frustrated over it only fuels him more. A little bit of a flirt too.

JULIE KOSTENKO

-18, She/Her

-Born in Ormond to Ukrainian immigrants

-Her parents Immigrated to Canada from Ukraine before she was born in hopes of giving their future child a better life after both having very difficult lives. Unfortunately for Julie they internalized their struggles and spoke very little about their culture, refusing to teach her the language and rarely showing her traditions

-Straight/Hetero. Dated plenty of boys before Frank showed up but they never lasted. Frank charmed her and she saw potential in him to help her get out of Ormond, quickly making him her longest lasting boyfriend before the entity took them into the realm. (I guess he did help her get out of Ormond...)

-One of the main reasons she wants to get out of Ormond is because she feels a lack of connection with her heritage and feels like she's missing out, as well as being bored of her small town and the same people. Her teen years being wasted.

- She was pretty spoiled. Her parents wanted to give her a good life free from what they experienced so they let her often do her own thing. Throw parties, go out late with friends, buy expensive things, you name it.

-She's very flirty in her trials. Posing in front of hooks and blowing faux kisses at hooked survivors. Much like Frank she likes to antagonize and piss off survivors. She likes knowing she's in their heads.

-The entity rewards her with makeup and alcohol for good trials. She claims she doesn't need or want the makeup but in private she uses it. It makes everything feel a little normal again. She hides her alcohol from Frank, knowing he'd get jealous.

JOEY GOMA

-18, He/Him

-Born in Lethbridge but moved to Ormond when he was 7 after his father passed away in a work accident. His mother never remarried and chose to raise him on her own, moving to Ormond believing that a smaller town with a close community could help Joey heal and make friends much easier than in a large city. He knows she did it for him, but he often finds himself resentful of it.

-His parents have Central African roots. His mother did her best to help him embrace his family's history and culture, but it was hard in a small town like Ormond.

-Bicurious, never really got to explore his sexuality. Mostly spent his time helping his mother and working so dating anyone was never a priority. He only started to question himself when he met Frank.

-Joey felt really isolated before he met the other members of the Legion, being one of the only black kids in the small town he struggled to connect at first, alongside the death of his father deeply affecting him and pent up frustration, he is very prone to impulsive activities and bursts of emotion. Besides from his emotional damage, he's an efficient worker when he's in a good mood with a great sense of humor.

-Hes physically the tallest and largest of Legion, as well as being very efficient when he's in trials he usually tends to be the member the survivors dread facing the most due to how intimidating he can be. He gets the job done well and fast. He doesn't want the survivors to suffer more than they should, but he knows he terrifies them and fully uses it to his advantage.

-He has feelings for both Frank and Susie, but isn't sure how to approach either of them.

-His mom taught him how to cook for the many nights he spent alone while she was working. He considers it one of his hobbies and is really good at it (at least according to the other Legion members)

-He's typically rewarded with new music or tapes as gifts from the entity. He promptly shares these with the rest of the gang.

SUSIE LAVOIE

-17, She/Her

-Born in Ormond. She was not a planned baby. Her parents who were once deeply in love and never planning on having a baby were put into shambles. Her birth permanently strained her parents relationship and she is constantly caught in the middle of it all. She knows her parents are only sticking together for her sake and it makes home life very hard for her. Her home life contributed to making her a timid person in social situations. Afraid of being a burden or unwanted.

-Métis, she's not entirely too sure about the entire history of her family but she fully embraces her Métis heritage and she often times expresses it in her art.

-Pansexual, proud and ppen about it and shamelessly so. Tries to use her confidence to help Frank accept himself too with varying degrees of success.

-While she's confident in some parts of herself, she's still shy and a little socially awkward. She wants to prove herself a lot, her home life being rough and finding friends being hard for her. She'll do anything for the ones she has. Trying to show off for them. Even going as far to stab and rob a man to get Frank's approval which she was quickly met with. The Legion began to shape her from being kind and timid into being slightly manic and a little dangerous.

-She's actually a lot smarter than she puts on. Winning a scholarship for college when she was only in 10th grade. Also a talented artist. She enjoys talking to Evan and Carmina (much to the dismay of the rest of the gang who are terrified of Evan) and sharing her illustrations and sculptures.

-Despite having caused harm to other people, she never wanted to kill the janitor. The entity often times needs to bribe her or use force to get her to finish a trial because she is overcome with guilt very often. She's the most likely of the 4 members to let a survivor escape through the hatch during a trial.

-She has a soft spot for cute things and likes to collect them whenever she finds anything. In the entities realm it's pretty hard so she cherishes what she can get. Frank once found her a destroyed stuffed bear which she patched together with an old sweater.

-The entity supplies her with hair dye and art supplies for doing well in a trial as a gift occasionally.

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#dead by daylight #dbd #legion dbd #the legion #frank morrison #julie kostenko #susie lavoie #joey dbd #frank dbd #dbd headcanons #headcanons

[tashabilities]

On Twitter yesterday, this Black woman medical doctor shared a story from her childhood.

Long story short is her mom never let her have sugary cereal, relegating her to a life of Cheerios,

But when she was 4 and on a grocery store trip with her father, she lied to her dad and said that mom buys Cookie Crisp.

Now instead of this being a lesson for her parents where dad takes a more active role in the house so he knows what kind of cereal mom buys and doesn't have to ask a toddler

Instead of this being a lesson for her parents in communication and presenting a unified front to a child who did as children do and pushed boundaries,

Her mother, simple bitch that she was, told a 4 year old 'don't ever go to your father without first coming to me or I'ma spank you'.

Simple Bitch Mom ALSO said, to a fucking toddler, "He was my husband before he was your father."

And then proceeded to torture a small child with that unopened box of Cookie Crisp sitting on the table for an entire unspecified season.

And because we have epigenetic memory and trauma from being sold away from our families, we hold on to and make excuses for even abusive parents

So the Black woman doctor tweeted this story swearing that her mama was NOT abusive, that her mother is her best friend,

And that everybody's judgments on her family were more traumatic than anything that happened in her household of origin.

Nevermind that your 40 something ass is telling this story in great detail BECAUSE it traumatized you, and that we can all see your Stockholm Syndrome!

Nah, it's everybody else who got it fucked up and Black parents who mean well are totally perfect.

Her bitch ass dad, whose balls were apparently in his wife's purse, went along with this arrangement, by the way,

And his own daughter couldn't come to him for anything, not money for the salon or prom or anything,

And in the 14 remaining years this woman was in her mama house, she could not have sugary cereal.

When she got to college, she bought and binged on ALL the sugary cereal, because her mama was a control freak asshole who ruined not only her relationship with food, BUT ALSO WITH HER DAD.

And she got on the tweeting machine and told everybody this shit, not seeing that her father abandoned her in that moment, and that as the adult who pays bills in that house, he should fucking know what kind of cereal his wife buys for HIS kid, and his kids should be able to come to him.

Anyway, I said all that to say that that's the type of shit that'll make me not even come to your funeral

And it's calling up shit in my own family, particularly on my father's side.

[wawawawawawawawawawawawawa]

I NEED to hear abt biracial Izaya!!!

but I also need to know wtf an Almond Mom is

-💛

OKAY SO i actually did a thread over on the dead bird webbedsite on biracial izaya BUT FIRST TO ANSWER YER QUESTION: an almond mom is a mom that's super into weight loss and diet culture, to the point of rarely (if ever) buying anything "sugary" or "processed" for her kids, and encouraging restrictive eating habits in them. its derived from the phrase "a handful of almonds is a snack!!!" which is what a lot of these moms say. my mom was an almond mom and for instance i was VERY punished when i drank sunny d once. and i didnt get any like, standard Kid Cereals for a verrryyyyy long time. and she encouraged me to start counting calories.....while i was literally like. just starting to recover from anorexia. so yeah fuck almond moms

so this is the original thread i did on biracial izaya; turns out the info abt dual citizenship exceptions is a Fucking Lie because i mustve misinterpreted something while looking it up at ass o clock in the morninge

so the general idea is, izaya's biracial and darkskinned, but just.... doesnt mention it? at all? he likes to believe that people think he just tans well, but he's..... too dark for it to be a tan, especially a natural tan. and god knows the man does NOT spend enough time in the sun to get a tan

he still wears silver jewelry even though he looks way better in gold, as a way to distance himself from his heritage. he could know everything he wanted or even go to the damn country himself, but he doesn't because What's The Point, he never really knew much about it because his parents were too absentee to teach him, so he thinks what's the point! but a part of him does wonder if it'll make him feel more "at home" somewhere.... but he pushes the idea out of his mind lmfao!!!!!!!

as a kid he was really mad that he was biracial and yet hasn't ever actually been to iran, his parents were too busy being moonies with their business trips to bother actually taking him there ever. izaya knows he has a lot of family members there but he doesnt know shit or dicks about them- again he could easily look this stuff up and find out, but he thinks "what's the point"

though i think its because of his own closed-offness wrt his own emotions, plus he doesn't want to realize that the rest of his family is as shitty as his parents- he'd rather not touch it and wonder every so often, than spend valuable time and emotional vulnerability trying and it blowing up in his face!!!

also fwiw: his dad's japanese his mom's iranian, in this hc. (or maybe shes also biracial?) if shes biracial it means izaya's a quarter iranian, which he could go "its just a quarter who cares lol" and it could contribute to him feeling like he'd be an impostor if he did get more into the culture, since he's """"barely iranian"""

#i bet he faced a bit of bullying abt it too #being a poc in japan sucks according to other poc that live there #he gets mistaken as a tourist so much and he fucking hates it hes like. just bc i have dark skin doesnt mean im a TOURIST #I FUCKING LIVE HEERE #an this whole attitude could Also contribue 2 him being closed off abt it #anyway im gonna grab a manga panel and color it 4 this hc <3 love & light!! #and even tho in the headcanon he deliberatley wears silver jewlery to distance himself from this..... im gonna give him gold rings anyway!! #wasks

[geraskier]

im partially undiagnosing myself with ocd bc a lotta my shit makes waaaaaaay more sense reframed as autism or adhd-related stuff. not all the way tho cause i def still *had* active ocd symptoms at one point. but i don't now. like i behave in repetitive ways, but those routines aren't connected to specific obsessive thoughts. i don't think that *not* doing something in the way i prefer means something bad but unrelated will happen. i'm just quite particular.

if i put my right sock on before my left sock, nothing bad will happen. it'll just irritate me until i take both socks off and put the left one back on first. but that irritation isn't...connected to anything? even if i called it anxiety instead, it wouldn't be anxiety *about* anything.

another example that's been cited to me in regards to this--if i start eating a box of (my own) cereal, i will probably not stop eating the cereal until i'm full or the box is empty. i've accepted this, so i just buy boxes of cereal knowing they'll be gone in two days. nothing bad happens if i don't eat as much cereal as i physically can. i just REALLY like eating cereal, and i have a balanced enough diet that i don't give a shit how much cereal i eat. (a side note--this is almost 100% of the time dry cereal. i don't like the mouthfeel of wet cereal.)

edit: and another "thing that was colloquially known as something it was 'okay' to tease me about" is my terrible short term memory. blah blah ptsd memory loss whatever. that's not what i'm talking about. i know my short term memory has always been terrible bc i remember that i've been teased about it my entire life. that doesn't quite make sense until you reframe it as a terrible attention span; if i'm focused on the thing i'm doing and nothing interrupts me, my short term memory is fucking FINE. well. head injuries aside; those are way more recent.

hang on. HANG ON. THATS A HUGE FUCKING PART OF ADHD. if my family had stopped mocking me for my "bad memory" for like a second--ugh. i'm going to bed.

#newt needs a text post tag #newt's medical posting #'thats just how you are' but somehow its bad and also my fault so nobody got me ACTUALLY diagnosed

[what-if-nct]

hello today's reminder is I'm not american but, like a lot of the world, grew up on your pop culture so here's an incomplete list of things i want to experience there:

1. pop tarts. they look delicious but then i once had fruit loops and i couldn't have more than one bite because it tasted too much like straight-up chemicals so i don't know if american sweets are for me

2. target. we have superstores here but the way people talk about it is like it's another world so I'm curious. although I'm led to believe that the cashier has to make conversation with you and the mrp doesn't include tax so I'm a little wary

3. a multiple-day road trip. don't get me wrong, my country is massive too but no one drives more than an 8 hour distance unless they're a truck driver

4. a cul-de-sac because I'm not quite sure what it means but it sounds fancy. i think it's a suburb thing? but then i don't even really know what a suburb is other than they have moderately rich people in houses with picket fences. which again is a big thing but i don't really get it.

5. a historical reenactment. i don't think I'll believe they really exist until i see one with my own eyes. i wanna dress up and pretend to get shot in an old war too

6. a pawn shop/garage sale. we have places that buy gold but those are usually jewellers. if you wanna get rid of other stuff you just have to throw it out. but I've spent too much of my life watching pawn stars and storage wars so i need to know.

Pop Tarts, everyone's opinions vary widely but I personally don't like the fruit ones kinda taste like jam and cardboard. But the dessert flavored ones like hot fudge sundae, cookies and creme and cinnamon are my favorite. Also taste better in the freezer. There is Birthday Cake, and birthday cake is my favorite flavor of anything but birthday cake pop tarts just taste like sweet card board. A lot of people prefer Toaster Strudel which is better, I like the strawberry creme cheese, last time I had it it was a mean girls edition and came with pink icing. You just put it in the toaster and pour the icing on yourself. So good. Yeah, I hate fruit loops, my sister loves it but she also pours sugar in her fruit loops and frosted flakes, any sugary cereal really, yeah.....its wild to watch.

Target, okay Target does have the reputation of being bougie compared to Walmart. I will say I prefer Target, some Target's come with a starbucks and it's calm, the bright white lights and the silence, it's so quiet. But it's also so damn expensive. I spent less the 100 the other day and was shocked I spent so little. but it's just the vibe is different. Like I see so many girls just having a night out at Target with their friends. My friends and I havent had a Target night in awhile we should, It's the same with TJ Maxx and Home Goods it's place to walk around, look at stuff, drink starbucks and spend way too much money.

Multiple Day Road Trips, I also want to experience that. I've only been from Miami to Orlando but that only took like two days. It'll probably take a few days to get out of Florida and I can't even imagine Texas. The New England area is the only combination of states that it wouldn' t take days to escape one state. But it does look so fun in the movies. Just gotta be real carful in the south. Yeah don't do anything in the south.

I kind of live in a cul-de-sac It's just like a dead end street where its one way in and one way out and a circle of houses. My best friends cul-de-sac had a gazebo at the entrance, once walked to the gazebo barefoot during an anxiety attack at a party, it was a really calming place. Everyone did come looking for me cause I left without telling anyone but just needed to calm down. And Suburbs I'd say ranges. Like I didn't live in a suburb suburb till 5th grade and my family was probably upper low class. Now I'm a good lower middle class. But middle class suburbs do look different from upper class suburbs. Actually a bunch a rich people are trying to control what's considered palmetto bay so that us peasants won't be lumped in with them. Haruhi was right, damn rich people.

I don't even know historical reenactments are real either. Like those actually happen and it's not just a plot point in shows. I know theres colonial Williamsburg but like people actually reenact wars. I wanna see. Probably just in New England.

It's fun to look at things from pawn shops and garage sales. I've never bought anything from either. I like to buy things brand new to make sure it's not haunted. You never know. But it is fun to look at things and see how much it's worth.

also heres a video to best describe Target and Walmart's vibe.

[mariamblogs1]

Option 3 gluten-free

What are gluten free diets? What is celiac disease?

A gluten-free diet is when someone avoids food that has gluten in it. Example anything that contains wheat such as pasta,cakes,cookies, cereals and many more. Even though someone that’s following the gluten free diet can feel like they're missing out on food there are alternative gluten free opinions. 

A celiac disease is when someone's body can’t handle gluten and their body reacts like it’s allergic to gluten foods. Some symptoms someone with celiac disease faces are stomach pain,diarrhea and bloating. People with celiac disease cannot eat food with gluten added to it to stay healthy.

What are some reasons people decide to follow a gluten-free diet? In my opinion , what are some challenges they faced while following the diet? 

One of the main reason why people decide to follow the gluten free diet it is because they have the celiac disease which they cannot consume anything with gluten because it will cause damage/ pain in their body specifically thier intestine the other reason people follow the diet is some might not like food that have gluten their body might not tolerate it and lastly people tend to follow the gluten and free diet because it a preference and a choice they made.

Are there any benefits to following a gluten free diet when you don’t have Celiac disease?

Many people decide to follow the gluten-free diet because they see results that it’s easier for them to lose weight, it also gives them more energy, and it improves their body health.

Can you see yourself following a gluten free diet? How easy or difficult is it to identify gluten free foods?

Yes, I can see myself following the gluten free diet. Before this assignment I really didn’t know much about the diet and how there are more alternatives. I think when it comes to identifying gluten and free food it's gotten pretty easier because now some stores have a section to let people know there’s gluten-free opinions if wanted. Or even lots of food brands are making gluten-free opinions for people that follow the diet they can get the same ingredient while following their diet. 

Follow a gluten-free diet and write down the food you ate?

I decided to follow the gluten-free diet on 03/21/2024. Below is everything gluten-free I ate for the day.

Breakfast-  breakfast Taco 

                   2  gluten-free flour tortillas 

                   2 eggs (salt, black pepper)

                   1 piece of halal turkey strip 

                  ½ avocado 

                  Diced tomatoes

                  Hellmans gluten-free Mayo

                  2 cups  of water 

Lunch-       sushi bowl 

                  Plain white rice 

                 ¼ avocado 

                 Regular can of tuna 

                Hellmans gluten-free mayo 

                1 pack of seaweed

                2 cups of water 

Snack-      A mix fruit bowl

                A bowl of flamin hot cheetos 

                1 sparkling ice natural water(black     raspberry)

Dinner-     1 season salmon 

                 Cut up air fried sweet potato

                 5 cooked asparagus 

                  1 cut up green  apple

                 2 cups of water 

Reflect on your experience. How easy was it to find or cook gluten-free meals? Did you face any challenge? Would you follow the diet again?

In my experience following the gluten-free diet I found it pretty fun. The day before I went to the store to buy ingredients I wanted to make to follow this diet, also my family doesn't follow the gluten-free diet. They eat anything that’s halal so I had to go buy ingredients. So when I went to the store it was easy for me to find gluten-free stuff because my local store has a section for gluten-free eaters. I think the hardest part for me was figuring out what I wanted to cook since I don’t know how to cook. So I decided whatever I was going to make for the day It has to be easy to make and quick. Later I figured out what I wanted to make and meal prep when the next day came everything was easy for me since I had all the ingredients and knew what to cook/eat throughout the day. I think I will follow this diet again once I learn how to cook so I can make better meals or once I move out on my own so all the groceries I buy will be gluten-free and i can really fouce on the diet not having to worry theres gluten eaters in the house. I think the hardest part was when my mom was cooking and I couldn’t eat whatever she made because in my family we don’t follow the gluten-free diet or any diet at all. if it halal then we will eat it. So if I want to follow this diet again it would have to be when I learn how to cook or when I move out on my own.

sources

The Anaphylaxis Foundation of Canada. From (2001-2015), we operated under the name Anaphylaxis Canada. URL

https://www.mayoclinic.org/about-mayo-clinic

Lebwohl B, Green PH. Celiac disease. In: Feldman M, Friedman LS, Brandt LJ, eds. Sleisenger & Fordtran's Gastrointestinal and Liver Disease. 11th ed. Philadelphia, PA: Elsevier; 2021:chap 107. URL https://medlineplus.gov/ency/patientinstructions/000813.htm

[treadmilltreats]

Working what we do all day

So recently, I watched the Netflix documentary called Working, what we do all day. Hosted by President Obama. It showcased the everyday lives of working class people, the middle class, and the high class of our society.

It was sad to see that so many people in service jobs could barely get by. We live in what once was the greatest country in the world, and yet people can not get by working 40 hours a week with one job anymore. They are less likely to achieve the American dream of buying a home than the last 3 generations that came before them.

One single mom said she made 10.00 dollars an hour, and she has to work an hour just to buy one box of cereal. That's crazy, but that's the way it is anymore here in the United States. We want to be fulfilled by our jobs, but yet so many people are not. They are just struggling to put food on the table and pay their astronomical rent.

Yet the politicians keep getting raises and benefits most of us can only dream of. Is this fair? No, but again, we forget that we voted these people in. The top 10 percent rule the bottom 90, that's the way it is in our "great" country.

It was funny to see people above the lower class think they weren't so well off. Even millionaires didn't consider themselves well off. Of course, the lower class already knew this, and many of them were just grateful for what they had. Grateful just to be able to pay the rent and feed their children.

We need a change in this country, we need to give a hand up to those who need it. I did not say a hand out, I said a hand up. If you are willing to work hard, if you have dreams and goals but you can't achieve them because you are working 2 jobs just to get by, we should have programs to offer free daycare or free college and when you finish and get a job you won't have to pay back astronomical loans. We can definitely figure out a better system, except the 10 percent doesn't want to see the 90 percent do better.

So today, my friends,no matter where you are in life, always strive to help others out. To be grateful for what you do have because there is always someone out there that would trade places with you in a heartbeat.

We all want a better life for our families. We all bleed red, and we all have the same dreams. Now, if we could just help each other out, we would be helping the world out.

"Be the change you want to see"

@TreadmillTreats

[alyswritings]

Holland! Reader being triplet of Harry and Sam and having a tomboyish personality. One day, she decides to dress up for a change and all brothers react like "who are you and what did you do to our sister?" basically playful teasing from them lol

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Y/N has always been on the tomboy side more so than girly girl. How could she not be growing up with four brothers? She always preferred sports over playing with dolls. She never wore skirts, dresses, jewelry -- aside from her pierced ears --, or makeup. She rarely painted her nails, only doing so when her mother forced her to a mani/pedi.

But Y/N decided to change that today. While shopping with her friends a few days ago, she saw a cute skirt along with a pretty cute shirt. Even though it was less tomboyish than her normal clothes, she couldn't resist buying it.

Y/N observes her appearance in her mirror. She's wearing a teal crop top, a dark purple skirt that reaches her mid thighs, a necklace her mother gave her a few years ago on her and her brothers' birthday, some rings adorn a few of her fingers, and she has two bracelets on her left wrist, and one on her right. She applied some light mascara, blush, and eye shadow. She has small heeled boots on and her hair is in a half up half down style.

Y/N smiles proudly at her appearance, shocked she doesn't mind it as much as she thought she would've.

Y/N goes downstairs, entering the kitchen where the rest of her family is. The Hollands look up at the sound of shoes and all freeze when they spot Y/N.

Tom's spoon drops from his hand, landing back into his bowl of cereal. All four brothers' jaws drop. Dominic and Nikki share a confused look.

"What? Something on my face?" Y/N asks after nothing was said for a few moments. She lightly touches her face, trying to see if there's anything.

"No, no, nothing, dear. You look wonderful, darling." Nikki compliments, walking over and hugging her daughter.

"Thanks, mum." Y/N smiles.

"Look absolutely lovely." Dominic tells her and Y/N blushes with her parents' praise.

"Thank you." She mutters, looking back at her brothers. "Are you all all right? Do we need to call 999?"

"Are you wearing makeup?" Paddy questions, walking closer to inspect her face.

"Yes." Y/N answers, slightly pushing him away when his nose is practically touching her ear.

"Did we miss something? What happened to Y/N?" Tom asks making his sister roll her eyes.

"Was Y/N kidnapped?" Sam asks, him, Harry, and Tom walking over.

"You know, we--" Harry points between him and Sam. "have a triplet sister who looks just like you. But so different. I mean, no makeup, less girly clothes, rarely jewelry."

"It's almost scary the resemblance." Sam mutters.

"Ha ha, yes, you're all freaking hilarious." Y/N says sarcastically.

"God, she's so lifelike." Tom says, poking Y/N's cheek until she swats his hand away. "What happened to my baby sister?"

"I'm three years younger." Y/N retorts.

"Yeah, younger. Baby." Tom smiles and Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Who are you and what did you do with our sister?" Sam asks, staring at Y/N intently.

"I can assure you that she can show up any moment and kick your ass." Y/N smirks.

"Well, she's definitely got Y/N's attitude." Harry muses.

"Okay, when our sister returns, let us know." Tom says, patting Y/N on the head.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but says nothing else. She couldn't expect any less teasing from her four brothers.

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Hi Kip! Ik you don’t really do shipping stuff oof, but do you have any non-romantic headcanons for Jesse and Emily?

Bonus if it’s Jesse, Dylan, and Emily just,,, hanging out as a lil family

hecka yeah I love doing stuff like this lemme roll the marbles in my brain around skdjfhkjdshf

emily and jesse specifically

- Emily defo helped Jesse settle in after the lockdown lifted on the House, both with internal stuff (paychecks and how she gets them, benefits, etc) and external stuff (picking an apartment, helping set it all up, showing her around the city)-- Jesse already knows NYC a decent amount and can navigate on her own just fine, obviously, but she's genuinely settling in now-- this is home and she's putting down roots, and Emily makes that a lot less frightening

- relatedly there's a lot of inside jokes (inside jokes!! jesse cant believe she's somewhere permanent enough to have inside jokes again) about how different the two of them are-- jesse will eat anything, doesn't care to cook much, drinks whatever coffee, is fine picking up the cheapest furniture and dragging it in off the sidewalk, having no bedframe-- Emily is like please literally let me just purchase you some cookware or something. a coffee grinder. some coffee beans. you get paid a director salary you can buy a big couch. a tv. you can get takeout. you don't have to survive on gas station snack runs and cereal. its all in good fun and gets the two of them to crack up anytime it comes up in conversation. jesse starts to play into it when she gets more comfortable.

- big "sit in silence and just do your own thing in the same room" type friends, as well as "the other is rambling and I'm happily listening" types-- even jesse, who is realizing she has a lot to say and is comfortable enough to say it

- neither of these fools get enough sleep so sometimes they'll just explore what new york has to offer at weird hours or message each other to be like "hey happy 3am"

- jesse likes to explore places or do things she probably technically legally can't but the excuse of "hey I'm director right it'll be fine" and emily's insatiable need to have questions answered has resulted in them doing so much dumb crap. polaris encourages it because she helps them get away with it. girls stop exploring the unused subway tunnels they dont all belong to the bureau. who's going to stop them tho they seem so innocent or well meaning! go rulebreakers go

- they have very different movie tastes but like showing each other their faves bc they usually end up liking them, they just never saw it themselves

- jesse cannot read emily's handwriting even a little bit. jesse doesn't like texting bc she avoided it even on her burner phone. phone calls it is!

- Emily loves taking care of plants and she and Jesse will go pick out some a lot-- Jesse's apartment ends up having tons of plants in it.

add a brother in there for funsies

- Dylan takes a long time to warm up to Emily. Part of him wants to befriend her, but way more of him can't get over her being Head of Research for the Bureau or her inquisitiveness-- he's been asked enough questions in his life and doesn't want to be observed ever again.

THAT SAID. I think Dylan and Emily have a lot more in common than they realize. I think they think similarly (as in, the way they process things) and that people tend to treat them both in extremes-- as children or as jerks. They also both have a tangled messy relationship with Darling. So there's a lot to bond over, it just takes time, bc Dylan is being extremely cautious/defensive. Emily doesn't mind, which helps a lot-- she never tries to force a connection, just leaves the door open for one.

- [sit in silence happily gang part 2]

- Dylan has a tendency to say or describe things that should make no sense, but Jesse usually understands as his sister, and Emily usually understands bc shes Just Like That

- actually em and dylan had really similar interests as kids, they discover. very tentative and careful bonding occurs over beloved books and movies. they start swapping book recommendations. em shows him her favorite quiet unknown used book store and it becomes a common haunt for him.

- I headcanon Em as an only child, so she's genuinely fascinated watching Jesse and Dylan interact sometimes. Relatedly, if one of the Fadens shares an embarrassing or funny tidbit about the other to Emily, they'll just start one upping each other. Emily sometimes tries to bait them into doing this.

- Dylan convinced the two to play card games with him. This is how he discovered both Emily and Jesse are extremely competitive. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little scared.

#i lov uuuuuu #dylan faden #jesse faden #emily pope #lexithelesbian #control 2019 #coffee talks #long post #kip control headcanons