#my period is frying my brain making every feeling feel more intense so i feel super fucking alone right now

[smash-chu]

Long distance loneliness

#my art #doodles #smash-chu's art #not having the luxury of being able to just drive and see someone i know and love #having all my human connection come from digital screens when not visiting my family once or twice a year #it makes your heart sink down into a place that is hard to get out of #a place of acceptance that i will just have to live with being lonely #i love my friends #i just wish they weren't so spread out away from me #in a way i was left back here cause i was the only one that didn't move back to their parents #and now i struggle alone being comforted via keeping in touch online #but it can never replace seeing face to face #getting to be right there next to someone #touch starved is a understatement #but for now that is just how it has to be #anyways #my period is frying my brain making every feeling feel more intense so i feel super fucking alone right now #it's fine it'll go back to being numb soon enough #but sometimes you just need to let stuff out

[sugar-petals]

Your First Time With Yoongi

warnings ⚠️ femdom!reader, bondage, slapping, masturbation, name-calling, cunnilingus, wow yoongi gets NASTY 

word count: 2.6k | hc

↳ ♡ NOTE › for anon who also inspired the ‘first kiss with yoongi’ post. look what you’ve done. writing this made me lose my cool. let’s dive right into it.

you’ll probably be fooling around watching miscellaneous videos from your feed 

and sorting through some clothes for the upcoming friday dinner

at the cozy italian restaurant next door

when you see yoongi come home looking, maybe not concerned, but more lost in thought

it takes a day or more until you ask him about it

brooding yoongi always means he’s weighing the big decisions

that you already know

but how it could possibly be something sexual you didn’t expect at first

because the only thing he says is that your second monthiversary is coming up this sunday

you reply yoongi that’s such a funny term

he says yeah it just made him think

it takes another day until you realize that he’s been unobtrusive letting you read between the lines how you see fit

and make that decision vice versa

it is about time to bring the relationship to a next level

yoongi sees the way you look at him

the last few weeks were proof enough he was worth giving it a go. you both knew what you were in for

as of now, you did make out a little at hoseok’s last halloween party (yoongi was in such a cute ghost costume). and kissed a whole lot during your vacation in london all lovey-dovey. but you didn’t have a chat 

so you nudge him at breakfast. what about friday?

after going out, you’ll have a whole evening to talk things over at home. no stress no pressure

agreed says your boyfriend

friday comes, you get a nice spot at giorgio’s rooftop terrace restaurant

literally it’s perfect to set the tone, the night sky is clear

after splitting the bill on antipasti for you and chili pepper pizza for yoongi the mood is right for some intimate talk and there’s no wine needed

but not in front of giorgio’s other guests alright

you return home flirting

to sit in your tiny courtyard garden with the fairy lights on

as long as no mosquitoes show up you have a long and frank conversation with a lot of surprising turns...

monthiversary sex on sunday it is

three cheers on that!

yoongi is giddy all saturday long and takes ten minutes more in the bathroom than usual, and five more in the shower

as if he isn’t dapper and groomed already

sunday afternoon, you do feel your hands getting a little sweaty yourself

the time has come

this will be exciting

you both prepare the living room for the evening, equip the center table with everything needed, eat some light snacks and drink plenty of water beforehand

the sun sets boom a leonardo dicaprio dvd goes right into the player

you’re both comfy on the sofa, intertwined, it’s fucking cute

you feed yoongi some more pretzel sticks

he makes you laugh

and nuzzles into the nape of your neck cuz cat behavior

the atmosphere slowly changes when the movie does

with leo getting all frisky and sweaty on screen, yoongi’s hands also begin to fumble at your hips, your skirt

and eventually

with you just murmuring just enough hot ideas in his ears

slip down to spend their time caressing between your legs

yep yep

the party is getting started

his hands are only shaky until they find the right spot. 

a pianist is merely on edge until he hits his favorite key indeed. and yoongi is that pianist. 

you can tell by his movements how he considers you music. now let that sink in

you’re his favorite tune 

RIP panties. those huge bony fingers know how to soak them 

phew

they have endurance, too

you already know that this will be a passionate night

leo goes through twenty character arcs on screen while yoongi is still flicking those tips

really. getting. into it. stimulating you with one, two, three fingers at once, curling, rubbing, stroking, dipping

miss clit says thank you

no finger cramps in sight with mister ‘miraculous’ min yoongi

meanwhile, poor leo falls victim to the pause button

you repeat the safeword to each other

‘two’

(because second monthiversary ok)

and here we go

flustered yoongi sits up, you pulling that FG shirt off, him then leaning against the backrest of the couch with legs splayed laxly

you climbing on top face to face

hot hot hot

yoongi wants restraints, he said. restraints he gets. a dozen feet of loose hemp rope are waiting on the table already.

you bind his hands before the chest, mainly knotting the rope around the wrists with an extra simple tie that keeps it foolproof. 

you do have safety shears on the table also

it took some time to remember the knot but it was some interesting stuff to learn

and... we’re talking yoongi’s sexy hands

what won’t you do just to see them tied fuck yes 

a kiss follows

long, deep, and increasingly lewd

only interrupted by you taking off your top and panties. the skirt stays on although it’s getting a little shoved up

yoongi remains seated as he is, starstruck as hell cuz your body has him fucked up

in the meantime you turn around to press your ass right against yoongi’s crotch

with a some more audacity right there

not taking any chances beyond this point

the poor guy

steady ruts and gyrating are sure to fry his brain with you taking all the time in the world to rub your core all over his growing boner

the skirt only provides more friction to the whole game

“you’re so cruel, please, oh my god”

someone’s worried he blows his load way too early

well oops

“take it. lil’ sucker”

you gaze back over your shoulder. sweet, suffering yoongi has his eyes closed and bites right down on his lip. 

he looks more concentrated than when he produces something in the studio i’m telling you

with your every push and rub, the tent in his blue shorts gets more upright, the fabric even more tense

and his voice whinier

and your pussy much wetter 

that’ll be quite a bit of laundry tomorrow

with every new grind you realize

better have mercy and slip a condom on before he does cum in his pants 

regardless you decide that your new favorite hobby is to tease the living hell out of him

by just how stiff he really is you can tell there are in fact two people enjoying that

holy shit when you get his pants off there’s a sight to behold

honey boy loves the cruel girls

it’s no secret yoongi is a fan of all things technology but damn he really is a master with the electric razor those are some pube gardening skills on fire

and he smells so good

and that juicy dick

is just one of a kind

UGH

the lube that’s been waiting on the couch table... will have to keep waiting forever 

hallelujah you’re dripping

“that’s... not going to be a long ride, yoongi”

“i, i know”

(just how much of a han solo is he!)

“should we wait for a minute?”

“probably better”

the boy gets the best of you it seems 

oh, sweet horniness.

a two minute TLC break gets the racing pulse down and the suspense up

admittedly just cuddly stuff with yoongi doesn’t make it any better

he. really. smells. so. good.

sandalwood, jasmine, something herbal, whatever it is, that mix makes your mind implode

“yoongi. i want you.” 

so bad.

just seeing him with his big dark teddy eyes and bound hands is kind of a fucking lot to take in okay

not to mention his voice just getting that extra deep edge when he tells you he wants you too

FUCK

the two minutes are so hard to bear, you just want to get going and ride him and hear all those slutty moans

and corrupt his every inch

as per friday evening you know yoongi doesn’t plan to fall short on the vocal department whatsoever and who can blame him. his raspy baritone is a surefire way to make your thighs tremble

and by virtue of profession, rappers aren’t known for staying silent when it comes to issues they’re passionate about aren’t they

rolling down the rubber you grabbed from the table is challenging enough because good heavens you’re touching him this way for the first time it’s just hard to believe and hard to the touch

his breath accelerates big time

you’re careful but also firm enough to ground him 

“ok, shall we?”

yoongi’s desperate hum in reply comes with two quick nods

slow, slow, slow, take it slow you say to yourself

but your wetness doesn’t lie. 

yoongi’s piano hands were like an open sesame to your walls

they went pop 

let’s get down to business bring that cock

you crave that filling BAD

when you align and slip him in with one not so steady hand cuz jesus christ you’re completely high-strung

those teddy eyes are on you like big brother 

because yoongi monitors hard for any discomfort you might have

he probably realizes that he’s not a desert-dry 9:50 PM tampon on the fifth period day when the backsides of your thighs cushion down on his loins

WHEW, THAT SLIP

better than any conditioner out there 

he’s in

it stuffs you so well, you can’t help but moan out

yoongi’s hypervigilance still hasn’t entirely faded though

“is that okay, does it hurt? is it—”

“shush, bun. watch.” testing, you give yoongi a good first bounce, far up and down, that baywatch slow motion... mother of god, your labia have a sweet time stretching around him. “it’s very okay.”

“a-alright,” he says

oh god yeah

another bounce on that. it’s already an addictive feeling

that’s what yoongi meant by ‘seesaw’

you rest your hands on his shoulders — and they’re made for that, i mean they’re just that broad — and really feel into how he glides in so nicely

with a slick and noisy plunge

gotta make sure to really savor all of those facial expressions from him ‘cause they’re pretty damn intense you have to give him that. never did you even fathom how his eyebrows could just escalate like this

yoonaerys targaryen!

that cock’s too good

so sleek. and comfortable 

advantages of having a perky lil dick 

he fills out your walls so perfectly

this is getting so heated, watching his body become so twitchy, his tied hands

with all those red blotches at his neck. 

it doesn’t take many more movements, no matter how playful the edge

that you have to pull off and enter phase 2 of TLC breaks with yoongi’s dick resting against his stomach all sensitive

this time you french kiss 

that’s how you know yoongi is not just a sucker. he’s a sucker

obsessed with nibbling at your lips and guzzling your saliva like wtf that’s not a break yoongi that’s making your girlfriend cum like new year’s eve fireworks

are all daegu boys freaky like that what is in the groundwater there?

you have to stop his hungry mouth and take a long damn breath

why is yoongi such a sex bomb

though what’s not to love about it

seriously you can’t take it much longer and he sees that 

“you wanna use your fingers, babe?”

“if you allow me,” he licks his lips, which means adding fuel to the fire, he can’t help it.

“say please.”

“please.”

you start to fiddle with the rope knots

yoonaerys targaryen soon has free hands

rope marks suit him so well, that shit just turns you on even more

time to switch it up then the final is around the corner

changing spots on the sofa, you recline, legs apart

yoongi slowly rubs you off with his flat palm to keep the pressure light

and not to overstrain his wrists too soon

then comes the infamous naughty tongue lowering down to your pelvis... nipping, swift and staccato. you have rightfully dreaded this moment because geez he hooks you on it 

next comes

the tip of his cock. i know right, good grief. guided by keen hands, rubbed against your clit, patting it, poking it, glazing it until it’s all coated all wet and pulsing like mad, what the fuck yoongi 

he makes you completely swollen

and repeat

it’s a triple t(h)reat technique adapted straight from the realms of fiery hell

palm, tongue, cock rubbing against you. palm, tongue, cock. palm, tongue, cock.

YOONGI HAS YOU SCREAMING AND WINDING

that demonic trick is guaranteed not to go on for very long 

point of no return says hiya, i’m here to mess you up girl

next turn his curling tongue comes to visit and dips between your labia

you can’t hold back anymore

and blow up in his face

whatever control there has been in your legs has now shut down entirely

yoongi has to deal with the full dose of slowly oozing jizz cuz boy he just buries his face even deeper once he sees the contractions starting

at this point he has solidified his sucker reputation

mister miraculous min just keeps eating and slurping while you cum your soul out. the pleasure is like a current taking over

making you curse

until you’re running of breath

with ‘point of no return’ handing the baton to ‘dizzy overstimulation’ you pull yoongi’s head out from between your thighs by the hair

yoongi kneels before you ruined

man... his face is dripping 

he even got cum in his lashes

“shit, yoongi!”

“please. punish, i want, i, please”

seldom that yoongi’s rapper mind says sorry i’m out like that

looking back it makes sense. who orders a flaming chili pepper pizza for date night but a grade a masochist 

cue friday evening protocol

you fumble off the very slippery condom and grip his cock by the base. hard.

with your other hand just in reach of his face

in comes a ringing slap to his right cheek

“a—ah, ah! more!”

slut yoongi is back in town and his cock really has to stay strong

because holy hell you jerk him off fast

getting greedy and erratic

yoongi cries out his orgasm with a whole white milky mess landing on his stomach, his thighs, your hand, your skirt, who knows he might have shot a constellation into the sky if it wasn’t for the ceiling

with the last drops gushing out, a giant fatigue pulls the plug on him

oh man

his hair goes in all directions. his face is slapped red, his wrists are marked, he came all over himself.

100% sex wreck 

you can barely keep yourself steady either

but you can at least reach for the soon-to-be-dirty-laundry towel on the table 

and clean up your salivating puffy teddy 

only to pull him close to you

two fucks covered in sweat all slack on the sofa, worn out

but happy

yoongi keeps on babbling and breathing hard 

seeking out closeness to your belly

you let him lie down his head on there

time to pull a blanket over the two of you right there once everything cools down

yoongi gazes up at you a bit cheeky even if he’s super tired

“kinda know what you’re thinking”

“that’s what a monthiversary has to be like”

“nothing to add”

“except: repeat tomorrow”

wrapping up the weekend all sloppy is a good luck charm for monday

“my bad. of course”

“you’re just amazing, you know that.”

“i was gonna say that to you”

safe to say that guy has your heart

“so... same time, same place, different movie?”

“sure babe i’m in”

while you both doze off, intertwined just as before  

you can’t help but think

man that was life-changing

#bts smut #bts headcanons #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #bts x reader #bts #yoongi headcanons #yoongi first time #long post

[greatgoregalore]

John comes out!

Listen! The stories I throw on this blog aren’t happy stories. A lot of these are meant to make your blood boil in frustration. Especially the Blaze ones. You’ll probably bounce between ‘hug the poor boy plz’ and ‘can I punch him’ a lot. Well if you’re anything like me that is.

They tend to deal with a lot of heavier issues, such as discrimination, the different types of abuse, stuff like that.  

This particular story includes anti-lgbt, pro-lgbt, sexist comments,  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Blaze flops back on the couch in a huff, opposite side of the room from John. John tosses him the remote for the tv and gets back to his self-assigned homework of touching up on his Portuguese. Blaze catches the remote and fumbles for a second, nearly dropping it. When he turns on the tv, the first thing that pops up is the news, and the headline is “Rising generation of entitled children”. The newscaster says something about a child throwing a tantrum after the parents wouldn’t buy her a 5th horse. Blaze snorts and changes the channel. “Hmm?” John looks up.

“It’s bloody ridiculous what they put on the news nowadays. It’s all just small problems that shouldn’t be problems at all. A child throwing a fuckin’ tantrum isn’t a news story. News stories should be reserved as a call for action, and using it for bloody little pointless things like that just makes it… I dunno. Lose it’s oomph. And then when it is used as a call for action, it just doesn’t bloody work anymore.”

“Charged about this, huh?”

“A little bit, yeah. But I just don’t fuckin’ get it. What about the things we do? We broke up a bloody sex trafficking ring a while ago, and that story got aired. One bloody time. But then you’ll see every day, day after day, stupid fuckin’ things. Like women fighting for the right to have a hard life? I’d trade almost anything for the privilege of staying home all day, make dinner, have a doting spouse to take care of everything stressful. It sounds amazing. I’d give almost anything for a life like that. Or like those fuckin’ ‘transgender’ folk who hurt themselves and change who they are over feelings, or just want an excuse to peek at little girls in the bathroom. It’s stupider than getting plastic surgery to make yourself prettier, and it doesn’t even really change anything. But you see that all over the place, all the time. And it’s bloody ridiculous and doesn’t make sense. They’re all stupid problems that shouldn’t be problems at all.” Blaze says, while flipping through a few more channels to try and find something interesting. 

Johns expression goes flat during Blaze’s tirade. When he’s done, John takes a deep breath, sets down his Portuguese stuff, and walks out of the room. John getting up and leaving catches Blaze’s attention and he gets concerned. He sits there for a moment, trying to figure out whether or not to go after him. After a moment he turns off the tv and gets up. 

“John?” Blaze says, going through the door that John did. 

John doesn’t answer. He’s sitting back on a chair with his eyes closed and taking deep breaths. 

“What’s wrong?”

“You. Okay, sorry, that was blunt. Didn’t mean it to sound that harsh. It’s not you, per say, just what you say sometimes. Sorry. This is just the last thing I need today. Normally, I can tolerate it, and handle things rationally, but just. Not right now. Can you just. Leave me alone until I cool off please? I’ll come back in in a bit.”

Blaze looks lost and confused. “I-” he starts, and then notices something, which makes him even more confused. “I smell blood. John, what happened?” 

The whites of John’s eyes darken in color a bit to a grey-ish tone, which is usually a sign of panic or intense anxiety starting to set in. He sits up and sighs, looking at the wall behind Blaze. “You know what? Fuck it.”

John cussing. That is a really bad sign. 

John stops for a second, looking like he’s trying to figure out what to say and how to say it. “Let’s start with how ridiculous y- no, that’s a bit too harsh still. Sorry, struggling a bit. I-” John takes a deep breath and his eyes shift to a dark grey. “It’s just. Extremely hard. Here. Let me put it this way. Let’s saaaay, you had a group of friends. They all knew that you’re a vampire except for this one kid, and yet somehow you become best friends with him - let’s call him um. Grell.” 

“Despite all blatant clues and jokes, he misses them all. Now, Grell is this super awesome person in many ways, but there’s this little kicker. Grell doesn’t like vampires, doesn’t really know much about them either - makes stupid comments about ‘why can’t they just eat normal human food’ or some other bull like that. It doesn’t happen all that often - he normally keeps his opinions to himself and respectful about it, but it’s still there. And when it does come up, it’s aggravating. But you just deal with it and move on, choosing to focus more on the wonderful qualities he does have instead of just that one opinion that really bugs you. And you don’t really wanna risk ruining things with this awesome person by saying that you are a vamp and starting a ‘I’m right, you’re wrong’ argument over it. Just rather not open that can of worms at all. You can get that, right? Does that make sense at all?” John says, continuing to stare at his point on the wall right behind Blaze instead of at Blaze himself to put up the appearance of making eye contact.

Blaze looks really confused and lost still. “I-yeah? I guess? But what does this have to do with the fact you smell like blood?”

“Let’s switch things around. Instead of you, it’s me, and instead of vampire it’s trans, and you’re Grell.” 

“I- what?” 

“I’m trans, female to male. The. Blood. It’s just. My first period in years. And it doesn’t bring up pleasant memories. Now do you get it? By your logic, I should be a stay-at-home mom working in the kitchen and raising kids, instead of being one of the top spellworkers in the world and part of a hero squad. And it’s like saying that everything I’ve worked so hard to become was all pointless cause I should’ve been doing the exact opposite but I know that you had no way of possibly intending it that way and it’s just my own imagination and I just.” John says, draws his knees up to his chest, and looks off to the side. “I hate cramps.”

The concept seems to fry Blaze’s brain. You can practically see the gears turning. Blaze walks out of the room. John takes a few shuddering breaths to get himself under control. Seeing Blaze just. Leave like that without a word spikes anxiety, but he’s also relieved that Blaze didn’t yell at him or argue back, but he’s afraid he’s about to lose his best friend, but it’s a relief to finally have it out in the open, but it’s painful dragging up old memories, but it’s - 

Blaze comes back a few minutes later and tosses a heat pack and pain meds to John. “Gryphon said those help with cramps,” he says. He pauses for a moment. “Calm down John. I’m not -it’s not - I just - it’s fine. I’ll be. Back later,” he says, and leaves the room again.

#Blaze #John #gore galore writes #cussing #world of heros #anti lgbt #lgbt characters #fun fact: #blaze is lgbt too #he's asexual and had a past gay relationship #It's not that he hates trans people #It's misunderstanding it amplified by his gruff grouchy personality

[kellylanesvault]

How 42 Year Old Mom Flattened 20 Pounds of Belly Fat During Locked Down

The average U.S. waist circumference has also grown to an average 38.8 inches, up more than 1 inch in about a dozen years.

It’s more than a fashion crisis.

Belly fat, or visceral fat, is the most dangerous type of fat there is.

This deadly fat wraps around the organs deep in your abdomen, spiking your risk for diabetes, heart disease, stroke and metabolic syndrome.

You can’t see or pinch visceral fat, and it’s often associated with a large waist.

Ditch it and you’ll not only save your health, you’ll also lose weight and trim your waistline.

The good news is you can start blasting both types of fat today with these 10 healthy habits:

>>THIS Super simple trick that helped me burn at least 2 pounds a day while having milkshake and custard doughnuts for breakfast <<

Ditch Diet Soda

How bad can your calorie-free Diet Coke habit be for your belly?

Belt-bustingly bad, researchers say.

A study in the journal Diabetes Pro found that people who drank two or more diet sodas a day had waist-size increases that were six times greater than non-drinkers.

Diet drinks are loaded with deceptively sweet artificial sweeteners, which, researchers say, trick the metabolism into thinking sugar is on its way, spike insulin levels, and shift the body from a fat-burning to a fat-storing state.

Eat Three Squares

For years, diet experts beat the “multiple small meals a day” drum—an eating rhythm purported to “stoke the metabolic fire!”

Now, some researchers are singing a different tune. A study published in the journal Hepatology found that snacking between meals contributes to increased abdominal fat.

Researchers say the findings suggest three balanced meals may be the way to go. Try weaning yourself off the snack wagon by nixing your morning nibble first.

Research suggests mid-morning snackers tend to consume more throughout the day than afternoon snackers.

 Eat More Walnuts

Dietary fats are kind of like lovers.

Some of them make you a better person, and others—as you often discover too late—are catastrophically bad for your health.

The good news is, unlike shoddy boyfriends, dietary fats come with red flags.

The absolutely worst match for your apple-shaped figure? Saturated fats.

A study published in the journal Diabetes found that while unsaturated fat can help reduce abdominal fat, saturated fat can increase waist size.

Saturated fats, like the kind you’ll find in baked goods and red meat, “turn on” certain genes that increase the storage of fat in the belly, researchers say.

Polyunsaturated fats on the other hand, activate genes that reduce fat storage and improve insulin metabolism.

At about 13 grams per one ounce serving, walnuts are one of the best dietary sources. Sprinkle a handful on your morning oats or entree salad for belly-busting benefits.

Skip The Bootcamp

Open any fitness magazine, and it’s clear: high intensity interval training (HIIT) is having a bit of a moment.

But when it comes to your shrinking your belly, the start-and-stop exercise strategy won’t get you anywhere … other than into a larger pair of pants, researchers say.

A study published in the Journal of Obesity found people who performed interval training on an exercise bike for 24 minutes three days a week, actually gained 0.7 percent abdominal fat over a 12-week period.

Meanwhile, those on the same dietician-regulated diet, who performed traditional aerobic exercise—45 minutes of continuous moderate cycling three days a week—lost nearly 3 percent of their abdominal fat over the same 3-month period.

The study authors did note that HIIT improved fitness, but suggest that the only evidence to support interval training as an efficient weight loss method was research using young people who were already lean and healthy.

Remember: Workouts are only half of the equation; abs are made in the kitchen as they say.

 Eat the magical beans, Jack

There are diet pills on the market that actually work. They’re called beans.

Researchers suggest beans, as they’re particularly rich in soluble fiber, can lessen the accumulation of abdominal fat deposits.

A study by researchers at Wake Forest Baptist Medical Center found that for every 10-gram increase in soluble fiber eaten per day, visceral fat reduced by 3.7 percent over five years.

Fill up, without filling out, with just 1/2 a cup of beans.

If the musical fruits tend to leave you bloated, stick to canned varieties that have soaked long enough to break down much of the gas-causing oligosaccharides.

 Swap coffee for green tea

Green tea and weight loss are a natural pair.

Sipping on green tea throughout the morning has proven to whittle your waist, but too much coffee has the opposite effect.

What makes green tea so waist friendly are compounds called catechins, belly-fat crusaders that blast adipose tissue by revving the metabolism, increasing the release of fat from fat cells (particularly in the belly), and then speeding up the liver’s fat burning capacity.

In a recent study, participants who combined a daily habit of 4-5 cups of green tea with a 25-minute sweat session (or 180 minutes a week), lost 2 more pounds than the non tea-drinking exercisers.

Meanwhile, a research team in Washington found that the same amount of coffee (5+ cups/day) doubled visceral belly fat.

Be Unrefined

It’s not carbs, per se, that lead to belly fat; but the type, researchers say. In fact, whole grains are a dietary staple of people with the littlest middles.

A Tufts University study found that participants who ate three or more servings of whole grains per day (oats, quinoa, brown rice, wheat) had 10% less belly fat than people who ate the same amount of calories from refined carbs (white stuff: bread, rice, pasta).

Further research is required to figure out exactly why this is the case, but the hypothesis is it has to do with the high fiber and slow-burn properties of whole grains.

When it comes to diet, being unrefined is a good thing!

Sprinkle Pepper Everywhere

Meet Piperine, the fat blasting ninja!

A powerful compound found in black pepper, piperine has been used for centuries in Eastern medicine to treat multiple health conditions including inflammation and tummy troubles.

But recent animal studies have found that piperine may also have the profound ability to decrease inflammation and interfere with the formation of new fat cells—a reaction known as adipogenesis, resulting in a decrease in waist size, body fat, and cholesterol levels.

More pepper, please!

Use coconut oil for cooking

What smells like an exotic vacation and can shrink your waist faster than your favorite Zumba class?

You got it: coconut oil.

A study of 30 men in the journal Pharmacology found that just 2 tablespoons per day reduced waist circumference by an average of 1.1 inches over the course of a month.

What makes coconut oil superior to other fats is its medium chain triglycerides. Unlike the long-chain fatty acids found in animal sources of saturated fat, coconut oil doesn’t seem to raise your cholesterol and is more likely to be burned as energy than stored as blubber.

At roughly 117 calories per tablespoon, it’s a near identical caloric swap for olive oil. Plus, its high smoke point makes coconut oil great for just about every dish, from eggs to stir-frys.

 Indulge in Dark Chocolate

It’s every chocoholic’s dream: Research now shows that eating moderate amounts of dark chocolate can reduce overall body fat and shrink the waist.

A study among women with normal weight obesity (skinny fat syndrome) who ate a Mediterranean diet that included two servings of dark chocolate each day showed a significant reduction in waist size than when on a cocoa-free meal plan.

Researchers say it has to do with the flavonoids, heart-healthy compounds in chocolate that have important antioxidant and anti-inflammatory properties.

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“All this by your something-something ritual?” I asked.

I met an old friend for lunch last year and I was super impressed with how she lost 72 pounds in 3 months.

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Even though I was skeptical, I’ve been struggling with my weight over the last few years, so I gave it a shot and watched the same video she did.

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Yandam, a sexy love story

It was a hot summer day, i was walking along the school hallways and saw the love of my life, Adam Smith. An anorexic school shooter who i adore, he has deep brow hair that’s as smooth as chocolate, and an intense but loving dull and dirty brown stare. oh how much i want to see those eyes submit under my complete control, and to see his soft lips drip in my juices. his open toed sandals make my legs tremble. his bony bulimic fingers, oh how i want them deep inside my little members little hole. i had never had a very large penis, but god, after seeing the imprint of his own cock in those light grey sweats, i grew a few. “hey Ry- guy, whats up?” he said as he looked me deep in my soul. “o-o-oh hey Adam, how are things?” i shakily asked. “things are okay, grace and i arent doing too well.” he mumbled as his eyes trail down to his hairy toes. “i’m so sorry...”  i say, rubbing his shoulders in a seductive matter. “ its whatever, never liked her too much anyway. hey, by the way do you have a partner for the history project” he asked me. “no i don’t. why, are you looking for one?” “i am,” he continued. “do you wanna be mine?” i quivered at those words, wishing for them to be repeated over and over again. “yeah!” i squealed. “uh- i mean, yeah sure. that would be rad. wanna come over to my place?” i said, trying not to loose my cool. “sure, see you at six, ill bring the dope.” he smiled that big bright smile with those slightly piss yellow stained teeth that i loved. i waved goodbye and hitched it to the bathroom. i opened my phone straight away and went directly to his facebook. “Adam Smith” i typed into the search bar. “Fuck!” i groaned, seeing that the school WiFi wouldn't let me connect. i sit back onto the toilet seat and sigh, cock still throbbing in my hands, unsure of what to do. just as i was trying to push down my raging boner, i heard the door open. scared of who was inside, i looked through the crack. “Adam!” i whispered to myself in excitement. i peered out as saw him go to the mirror. it looked like he had gotten something in his eye. as he bent over to get a closer look, i caught of glimpse of those tight cheeks. then, as if i wasn't hard enough, he pulled up his shirt to reveal his sexy rib cage, visible through his porcelain skin. he was focused on a strange red mark that decorated his little tummy. however, i wasn't paying too much attention to that. seeing him almost shirtless was enough to make me shoot my silky white gravy. i cleaned myself up once he left and finished my last two periods. i want home and prepared myself for some fun with the boy of my dreams. once it reached 5 past six, i heard a door bell chime and rushed down to answer the door. “hey skeleman.” i joked. “hey fry guy.” he responded wittily. he stepped inside and kicked off his sandals, a fine gentleman if i do say so myself. i walked up next to the slightly taller than average man-child and lead him to my living room. “my parents arent home, so we can kinda do whatever.” i mumbled. “wicked,” he said, pulling out marijuana. “i got the goods.” he laughed and plopped himself on my sofa. i did the same, a little too close to him though. “Are you ticklish?” i asked. “i am, wh-” i didn't give him a chance to finish before i attacked his pits. he bursts into laughter and flails his arms around, but to no avail. I am just too strong for the small, frail boy. I eventually found myself hovering over him in a suggestive manner. but after a few seconds i got off due to the awkwardness. “s-sorry..” I blushed and moved over. i laughed it off and asked “You want pizza? i jacked a 20 off my dumbass dad.” he answered with a nod. 30 minutes later, we were eating pizza and watching a Ron Jeremy film, no work getting done on your project. i felt my pants grow tighter as glanced over at the cutie. i leaned over and put my arm around him. “no homo” i whispered in his waxy ears. he laughed and rested his head on my shoulder. “no homo” he responded softly. i saw him drift off to sleep on my broad and muscular shoulders. i smiled and carried his small frame to my bedroom and planted him on my queen mattress. lay awake and all i can think of is his sweet smile and him doing unspeakable things to me. i cant take it anymore. i want him. i need him. i yank the covers off his body and go down to his toes, licking them with great skill. i moan softly into his feet and dig into his ankles with my finger nails. he hadn't awoke though, which i was anticipating.  so i went a little further. i crawled up to just below his pelvis. the aroma of his man flute seeping through his underwear makes me harder than ive ever been. he hasn't washed in days, my favorite. i saw his sweet kind eyes flutter open and i peered into them with a lustful glare. his eyes widen as he realizes what is being done on him. i reach over and clasp my veiny hands onto his his lips. “shhh” i whisper in his ear. I grab his wrists and hold them above his head, so he doesn't struggle. however, he isnt struggling at all in the first place. i look into his eyes with confusion and release my grip, him not saying a word. so i proceed. i slowly pull down his scooby doo underwear and take out his growing cock. this is the first time Ive seen it. Ive seen the imprint before in PE, but never this close up and raw. Seeing him throb made me grow bigger than i ever have, possibly stretching my penis for a long term effect. from 1.2 inches to a whopping 3! Ive never been this big before. “I wanna fuck your brains out baby” i smirk and start rubbing his solid cock. “i want your cum so bad Ryan, i want you deep inside me.” Adam says. hearing him say my name like that made me rub faster. “Tell me how much you want it baby boy” “i want it so bad ryan, please let me feel you” that was all i needed. i whip out my dick and insert myself inside him. he was so loose, almost accepting that i was deep inside his asshole. back and forth, slow and fast, up and down sometimes. then, i grabbed his neck and squeezed. “you like that slut?” i say. i squeeze harder with every thrust. “R-ryan.. stop.. please...” he says in between breaths. i dont listen, though, ive been waiting so long for this moment, so long and so hard. ive been waiting to grab his fragile little neck and squeeze until his soft breathing is no more. waiting to see the life leave his dull brown eyes. waiting to fuck his lifeless body senseless until every inch of him is covered in all of me. he grabs my hands in his and with pleading eyes asked me to let go. “You're such a dirty whore for me, arent you Adam?” his legs start to jolt in fear as he feels his breath leaving him, his lungs craving the sweet feeling of air. then it all ended. for him anyway , it just began for me. a few hours past, those filled with me coming over and over again until the dead body of the boy i once loved was soaking. i had had enough though, so i cut him to pieces and saved the good parts for next time. I love you Adam. 

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CHAPTER SEVEN : CONVERSION THERAPY

This one is going to be easy. This is an opinion piece. A inflammatory commentary of some monstrous practices. A pile of insults for a pile of shit : CONVERSATION THERAPY, the worst of humanity with genocides and Keeping Up with the Kardashians.

WHAT IS CONVERSATION THERAPY ?

“So-called Conversation Therapy is a range of dangerous and discredited practices that falsely claim to change a person’s sexual orientation or gender identity or expression” — Human Rights Campaign

I’ll let The Trevor Project explained it to you : Conversion therapy, sometimes referred to as “reparative therapy,” is any of several dangerous and discredited practices aimed at changing an individual’s sexual orientation or gender identity. Conversion therapists use a variety of shaming, emotionally traumatic or physically painful stimuli to make their victims associate those stimuli with their LGBTQ identities. According to studies by the UCLA Williams Institute, more than 700,000 LGBTQ people have been subjected to the horrors of conversion therapy, and an estimated 80,000 LGBTQ youth will experience this unprofessional conduct in coming years, often at the insistence of well-intentioned but misinformed parents or caretakers.

A QUICK HISTORY OF CONVERSATION THERAPY

Early 20th Century. Sigmund Freud stated that homosexuality could sometimes be removed through hypnotic suggestion. In his paper “The Psychogenesis of a Case of Homosexuality in a Woman”, he wrote that changing homosexuality was difficult and possible only under unusually good conditions (fear of society’s disapproval was not considered one of those). Success meant making heterosexual feelings possible, not eliminating homosexual feelings. Sure. Different time. Different ideas. Also, fuck you. I will give points to Freud with his response to a letter from a mother whose son was gay : “I gather from your letter that your son is a homosexual. … it is nothing to be ashamed of, no vice, no degradation; it cannot be classified as an illness; we consider it to be a variation of the sexual function, produced by a certain arrest of sexual development. … By asking me if I can help [your son], you mean, I suppose, if I can abolish homosexuality and make normal heterosexuality take its place. The answer is, in a general way we cannot promise to achieve it. In a certain number of cases we succeed in developing the blighted germs of heterosexual tendencies, which are present in every homosexual; in the majority of cases it is no more possible. It is a question of the quality and the age of the individual. The result of treatment cannot be predicted”.

When you think about it, the idea of curing homosexuality through therapy was kind of a step forward, as previous solutions were castration, frying one’s brain OR death.

One of the “great” minds behind modern conversation therapy was psychoanalytic theorist Edmund Bergler. His method could essentially be sum up to “BLAME THE VICTIM”. Bergler used confrontational therapy in which gay people were punished in order to make them aware of their masochism. He violated professional ethics to achieve this, breaking patient confidentiality in discussing the cases of patients with other patients, bullying them, calling them liars and telling them they were worthless. His studies and articles helped classify homosexuality as a mental disorder in 1952. From this period until the Stonewall Riot in 1969, conversion therapy received approval from most of the psychiatric establishment in the United States.

AND THEN CAME THE MOVEMENT

After the Riots, conversion therapy came under increasing attack. In 1973, with pressure from numerous activists and newly formed LGBT groups, The American psychiatric Association removed homosexuality as a mental disorder. Then all were saved from trying to change and every Gay rights were approved by the government. Peace and harmony was finally here. Oh, no. Wait.

AND THEN CAME THE CHRISTIANS

If the APA wasn’t going to treat homosexuals as mentally ill, the Religious Right would. Practicing aversion without any therapist licenses (which helps since they cannot be sued for malpractices), Gurus like Joseph Nicolosi and John Smid went on to create successful programs for years, persuading parents to involve their kids into weeks, months, years even, of costly and intense reconditionings.

Take for example Joseph Nicolosi. His website offers “psychological services to Men and Women whose Same-Sex attraction doesn’t define them”. He is described as a pioneer in the history of psychology, which he left as the profession was slowly abandoning the classic understanding of sexuality as being rooted in design and purpose (their words, not mine). He’s the author of masterpieces such as “Healing Homosexuality”, “A Parent’s Guide to Preventing Homosexuality” and “Shame and Attachment Loss : The Practical Work of Reparative Therapy”. They don’t develop any specifics on how they reduce homosexual tendencies or how they cure the fags, but we can easily imagine.

YOU HAVE THE METHODS TO MAKE US STRAIGHT

The techniques that conversion therapy use are quite varied, but have one point that ties them all. They do not work.

Electroconvulsive Therapy (or Electroshock Therapy) : the art of sending electric charge into your brain, put together that the medical body before meds were like “hey! we’re here too!”. It was created in order to provide improvements in severe symptoms of mental health conditions such as depression, mania, catatonia, aggression and dementia. One that goes through ECT risks memory loss, physical side effects, medical complications, seizures, confusion.

Prayers : because God does not love you and you need to repent and be good. Be good. Be straight. Be what you were supposed to be.

Exorcism : when the prayers don’t work. in 2009 Manifested Glory Ministries came under fire for a youtube video showing a 16-year old being subjected to an exorcism to cure him of his homosexuality. Quote “Come on, you homosexual demon! You homosexual spirit ! We call you out right now ! Loose your grip, Lucifer” End quote.

Disconnection from exterior influences : That’s what happened to Mathew Shurka, who was forbidden from seeing his mother and sisters for over 3 years, to help him get rid of any “effeminate behavior”. He also went through extensive unlicensed therapy sessions and his father provided him with unprescribed viagra pills. Shurka is now a spokesman for the National Center for Lesbian Rights’s anti-conversion therapy campaign.

Aversive conditioning : the use of something unpleasant, or a punishment, to stop an unwanted behavior. For example, wire a homosexual to an electric machine, showing him porn and electrocuting him every time something sinful (aka gay porn) appears. You can also induce the patient with nausea or paralysis. Sometimes it’s not as drastic, with the use of elastic band to slap on you wrist.

Behavioral reconditioning : lessons about masculinity and femininity. Ways to improve posture, voice modification, walking patterns, etc.

The 12-step program : borrowed from the Alcoholics Anonymous program. As you try to manage your disease, you truly need to atone from your sins and ask for forgiveness.

MEANWHILE IN FRANCE

As most of the rest of Europe, Conversation Therapy is not strictly banned by law. Malte was the first european country to outlaw CT, with a year in prison and a 10.000 euros fine. Worldwide, only Brazil, Canada and a couple of US states (including California) have laws to protect LGBT+ citizens from this mental genocide that is CT.

In France, though on the marginal side, there is a few groups that provide services to cure someone from the evil of gay life. The government, which doesn’t seem to really care that much about it, had a hard time evaluating how many of them exist. Gay activist and author Louis-George Tin gives an estimate number of five to six. He also warns that licensed therapists still try to heal homosexuality in secret sessions. 

A first crisis of consciousness appeared in 2012 when an evangelical group called “Torrents de vie” offered services to reconnect with a saint heterosexuality, true femininity and true masculinity for the sweet deal of 410 euros. After the intervention of LGBT groups, the government started an investigation under the law that protects citizens against cults (as Conversation Therapy is a cult, don’t mistake it for anything else). Since then, few cases went forward in the country but this year, Majority Deputy Laurence Vanceunebrock-Mailon announced her intentions to write an official text to outlaw groups that pretend to change sexual orientations from gay to straight. It is supposed to be available to the assembly before summer 2019.

A CURE FOR ILLNESS

Guys, I’m launching my own Conversion Therapy in a few weeks.

It’s called “Don’t give up, Sweet Bigot”. As a unlicensed medical expert in anything, I can only give what you can call “life advice” and offer “hang out” sessions to those who seek redemption from the path of bigotry. You don’t like gay people ? You still they are sinful and worthy of burning in Hell ? The worst that society has to offer ? (thought we agreed the Kardashians were, but okay). This program is for YOU. Come and join me (for the extraordinary start-up prize of my monthly rent) and I’ll will show you how to accept more people, all colors, sex, gender, choices, life goals. Practices include midnight showings of my favorite gay porn on pornhub, going to ONE orgy (not multiple, I’m not that much of a party freak), having drinks by the Seine for our monthly Apero Queer, dancing time to the best of modern pop has to offer (see June 4th article, bigots), and off course, Electroconvulsive Therapy. GO TO www.sweetbigot.org AND GET FREE GLITTER NOW !

You may not know what conversion therapy and it may not be as deadly as HIV or daily physical attacks on LGBT+ members around the world, but it kills. Those who went through that torture fest are eight times more likely to commit suicide in the years that follow. Garrard Conley wrote a wonderful memoir about his time at Love in Action. It was adapted in a very informative film also titled “Boy Erased”. There’s also “The Miseducation of Cameron Post”, check it out.

Don’t send your kids there. It’s not love to try and change someone. It’s abuse. I’m gonna follow closely the events of this possible law against conversation therapy in France. We are painfully uninformed about what is going on around us. Time to kick some Jesus Freaks’ butts.

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We stopped fighting. (Newt Imagine)

She couldn't really explain at what exact time everything went to hell with him. Newt had already been nine months in the glade when she arrived. There weren't many gladers as now. Fifteen at most. Elizabeth had been the first girl but not the last one definitely. She thought maybe if she had been the only she-bean nothing would've happened and she could be in a good relationship with him these days. But things didn't work like she wanted. Things worked as the Creators wanted.

Within the first three months everybody knew they shared something. You could see it in their eyes, both hers and his. Something sparkled when they saw each other. The others gladers wouldn't say it often but at least once they had admitted they saw how Newt's eyes filled with some kind of magic when she looked at him. Or even when she smiled. They helpped each other to grow as better persons. It took some time at the begining of course, she wouldn't trust at the first. But when weeks went by, step to step they all learned how to keep working as a society. Then an almost imperceptible strong connection between she and him started to grow.

Eighteen months had passed since the beginning of the maze and everything kept growing, the Glade, the society (with some losses), the woods, the sistem of work. And so had their relationship. The gladers had started to bother them and make jokes about them. A small group annoyed Newt saying he was a coward for not asking her to be his girlfriend. He used to get really mad and tired of listening all of them talking about his life but she was always there to calm him down and change his mind. She talked to him till they laughed of the boys for talking all the time about them. She used to say they had nothing else to talk about. Thing is they were fine and pleased with whatever the level of the relationship was. They knew something happened between them. Oh hell... they knew perfectly well they felt a lot of amazing things for each other. They could literally feel the chemistry fluing. Everyone could honestly. But they felt comfortable, they didn't want to change things for the moment. They were happy and that was all that mattered for them.

All had seemed getting into place. At least she had allowed herself to think that, given they were still in the maze, but she was happy because of him. And vice versa. Now getting back to her wondering about being the only girl, almost every three or four months a girl was sent to the Glade. That wasn't the problem. First of all looking for girlfriends and boyfriends was no one's priorities, in second place even the new girls immediately noticed that thing happening between the couple and third of all sooner or later they always joined the rest of the people who made fun of them and wanted them to get together officially.

Problems arrived when the Creators sent a thirteen years old girl named Christianna. The moment the box's doors opened they all knew she was trouble. She was the youngest ever sent, she was already a crying mess, as anyone else you might think, but what made the difference is that the instant she saw everyone's heads popping up she started yelling like a newborn baby. Literally. And it didn't stop for the longest twenty minutes till Newtie got her to shut up and cry silently.... well better like sobbing.

That moment was historical for the Glade, someone should have recorded all the Gladers sighing in relief when the unbearables cries stopped. Gally even fell on his knees to the ground and thanked the Universe out loud with open arms. Maybe if Newt hadn't been too sweet or pacient to the little girl, she wouldn't have developed such an intense and childish crush on him. And Elizabeth would have saved herself all the bad times. But it's said over there that all those "what if" don't exist, what happened is the only thing that could have happened and it had a reason to be. So anyway little Chrissy had "fallen completely and utterly in love" with Newt. Of course at the beginning he took it as something platonic, he cared for the girl as a sister. He thought it was cute and he devoted a lot of his time to her.

Actually it wasn't that bad till Chrissy saw she had "competition". Soon it had started to bother her when she saw them together. When she saw how Newt hugged Elizabeth, when she paid attention he always had her grabbed by her hand, or that he smiled differently when he smiled to her. Also he spend most of his free time with her. So as any other child would have when jealous, she had begun to interrumpt their moments and make silly stuff.

It had happenend for the very first time in the bonfire of the greenie who came after Chrissy, while some were in the sand circle and others dancing, Minho, Elizabeth and Alby were talking and laughing at Minho's words. Newt had came behind her and slipped his arms around her waist resting his chin on her shoulder. She was still laughing when she had turned her head to look sweetly at him, her laugh calming down to a lovely smile. A smile full of love just for him. She had pecked his lips very quickly and they had continued listening to Minho, who of course had made a silly remark about what just happened.

Initially Chrissy had watched the scene with curiosity. Her brain had received new emotios she hadn't felt yet. She had kept her eyes on them while her brain processed the new information. A frown along with a pout had made an appearance on her face. She'd crossed her arms and with a pouty face she thought what to do about it. When a useful idea crossed her mind she'd immediately stood up and walked in Newt's direction. On the way she had prepared herself, got her eyes glassy and her pout had never faded out. She'd tugged at his hoodie from his back and he'd turned his head to watch her. When he noticed her crying eyes he'd let go of Elizabeth and he'd bended on his knees to look at her given she had her face looking down. He'd grabbed her gently by her shoulders and asked her subtly what had happened. She'd waited a second to answer, just to internally cheer he had gotten away from Elizabeth and to add more suspense to her lil show of fake sadness.

—I miss my parents... I don't want to be here Newtie.—she exaggerated even more her pout and inhaled sharply through her nose.

—Oh... it's okay sweetie. —he'd hugged her and she'd wrapped her arms around his neck. She'd looked up and saw Elizabeth looking at them with cuteness written all over her face. Which had surprised little Chrissy a bit. She thought it would bother her that Newt was now hugging her. She needed it to annoy the older girl. But she was determinated to make her plan work anyway. So she kept it going. Everytime they were together she would go to him with a lame excuse. First times it would be subtle and he wouldn't tell her no, he couldn't. But of course after some weeks it had begun to be a real pain in the ass.

Elizabeth had been working a lot in the Glade for two particular weeks where everyone had been kind of moody. For some reason the boys were a lil tense between each other and add a few girls in her period suffering cramps and bad moods too. So she hadn't seen Newt, who was overloaded with work too. Alby had been testing him to put him as Second In Comand. They'd barely greeted each others in the mornings when they were in different ways to or from breakfast or work. One of those mornings she had been sitting on a table drinking some coffee to wake herself up when Gally'd came and sat infront of her with his breakfast.

—So. How is your lover boy Liz? —he'd made one of his characteristics grimaces raising one eyebrow.

She'd been rubbing the tiredness from her eyes then looked up at him. —I don't know shank. We haven't really talked in a week or so... I have barely saw him actually. —her voice was a little raspy still. She'd laid her face on one hand holding her head trying not to fall asleep on the table.

—You look tired girl. —Liz had remained still looking at him with an expression that said 'seriously?'.

—Really? Maybe because I have been working my ass off... and why is everyone in such a bad mood? Even Fry almost snapped at me. —they both had looked at the boy at the back of the kitchen yelling at the last Greenie.

—I don't know shank but you're right, they are all at the edge. —Gally'd looked around at the other tables to watch the gladers. —Then I'm the "grumpy" one. —Liz'd laughed at him as she stood up and patted his friend on his big shoulder before heading out to the Gardens. When she was arriving her area of work Newt'd walked in a quick pace in front of her. If she hadn't stopped he would've crashed her. —Hey —she'd mumbled. He had looked at her never stopping his steps and answered an empty "hey".

—Well good morning to you too, how have you been? I'm fine thanks for asking —she pretended a conversation with him in a low voice as she grabbed some seeds.

—You're chatting with imaginary friends yet Liz? You're ready to go to the Maze now —Zart'd laughed as he patted her back as a greeting. She'd smiled back. —Hi Zart, good morning.

One more week had passed with a lot of hard encounters between gladers. Loads of hard work, bad quality sleep and poor social skills. Finally a new Greenie would arrive that day. Alby had gathered them all while having breakfast and spoke to them.

—I know there had been a few tough weeks with extra work and we have been all a bit... susceptible because we are all tired but that has ended, good that? Relax a bit, get back to normal pace and don't get over stressed about anything. We'll have a new Greenie today and as always a good fun relaxing bonfire tonight. Thank you for being pacients. I'll help Fry so tonight you'll have some nice tasty meals in gratitude. —everyone'd begun shouting in excitment and happiness, some boys'd whistled and hit the tables making annoying loud noises. Alby'd smiled and nodded with his head.

Liz had been done with her part and she was sitting on the Tower with her legs hanging at the edge. She'd been getting a real break from work and relaxing her body and mind watching the view from the highs. She had been so deep in her world she hadn't heard Newt coming up the stairs. She'd turned to see who was when he'd opened the gate from the floor. She'd gave him a small smile and turned back around. He'd made himself comfortable next to her in the same position.

—Hey... —as she hadn't answer he'd kept talking. —I'm sorry I've been absent the last... three weeks but I'm here now and ready to make it up for the time apart from you.... —he'd smiled at her and so had she.

She'd pushed him lightly by his shoulder —I missed you, Slinthead. —Newt laughed as he slided his left arm to hug her and drag her against him. After he kissed her head as she hugged him back by his torso. They had lingered there for a long time watching the sky change colours and the life in the glade get ready for the party. Chrissy was a ball of fire by dinner time. She had been watching them and her young blood was boiling. She had intended to interrumpt them again but one of the girls, the closest to Liz, foresaw her intentions and fooled the little girl for once.

—Hey lovebirds! Dinner is ready! We have a Newbie to welcome don't be rude and come down to show some manners! —they'd heard Alby's voice from behind so they were poking out their heads to see him, Alby'd smiled at them and turned around to walk away from the Tower and back to the crowd.

They'd looked at each other as a silent agreement to go with the others. She'd been ready to stand up but he'd grabbed her face quickly and kissed her with so much love she had wanted to froze the moment and stay like that forever. After the sweet kiss she'd smiled and stood up. Liz'd given him her hand for him to take it and help him stand on his feet. Her smile had never faded.

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Somewhere Only We Know

pairing: touken/tousaki  |post :re timeline genre: romance, fluff word count: 1,878 summary: Touken visits the spot that was once called Anteiku, and they contemplate how far they’ve come in life. notes: Tokyo Ghoul and the first half of :re were everything, but after the second half of :re I just fell asleep. Also side note, Kaneki looks lit but I still wanna fuck Haise so Imma pretend tousaki still exists. I left tumblr 1 year ago because of writer’s block & I lost 25+ of my best touken fics I’ve worked SO hard on. I know, I’m gonna fucking kill myself :) I’m still suffering badly from writer’s block, so in case you feel clueless, I used past tense to describe past events and present tense for what is currently happening.

"Do you remember this place, darling?"

His question makes her heart quiver, mouth stinging with a sudden dryness. She recalls walking away from a demolished Anteiku a few years back,

in this same spot.

Touka looked up to the dry, stagnant clouds, and barely assembled a few words into the air, with less than an ounce of hope left in her, I have faith in him.

They stand under a tree in the park, showered in different orange shades of the dried fall leaves. He holds onto her a little tighter; their coats furling in the cold breeze. Bodies pressed together, her head rests on his prominent shoulder blade, while inhaling the scent of his dark outerwear. Her blue tresses barley cascade over his scapula, for he towers over her by inches a plenty. He always smells different from the other ghouls, deliciously different...the same way from back when he just met her, only now it is more intense. To laugh out loud, it gives her nose-gasms.

"I should be asking you that." She responds. Feminine fingers claw through his soft, pretty pearl-white hair. Indigo eyes meet chestnut brown ones, and she finds it unbelievable that so many things happened within a few years. Most of all, she's tired of him just zoning out of her life all the time, and giving her the cold shoulder...as though she doesn't matter...as though she doesn't exist or there is nothing between them.

Leave me again and I'll stick my foot up your ass, she scolded him when they officially reunited. There were literal tears in her eyes, and of course, knowing him, he simply chuckled like it wasn't much of a big deal, but it was. He knew how much he meant to her. He knew it.

Love endures all things. He simply told her, as he hugged her, held her for the first time in never.

She never cried that much for anyone else, not even for her beautiful baby brother, or her father.

Touka never cried for anyone else.

He was a creature that fed off of the people around him. He’d change himself to appeal to others, built himself up with lies, all just to forget the loneliness and fear tearing a large hole in his heart.

Touka wasn’t afraid to call him out on this. With her, he had the liberty to be who he really was and peacefully come to terms with himself, which is why he’s grown to value her so much.

The Black Reaper couldn’t live up to all expectations. He was imperfect, had many strange flaws, made countless mistakes. He was broken and she accepted him...always kept on giving him second chances.

Maybe because she was broken too.

Please see someone. A therapist. I don't want to worry about you anymore. I can't live like this. She told him one day over coffee. It was hard to fathom how much pain he’d felt from the beginning - really novel-worthy, the type to tell over ten tragic events, maybe twenty...she'd expect him to be mentally deranged by now. He needed to be loved and sheltered from all this.

You're my therapy. He responded.

Marry me...marry me and I promise you won't have to worry anymore, That's the last thing I ask of you. I won't rest until you say yes. She'd never seen him so sure of himself before, so firm and serious and determined.

He looked her in the face, spirit unbreakable. She lost her voice that day, as a tear prickled from her reddened lid. What if I'm a terrible wife. You don't deserve that. She thought to herself.

Kaneki glances down at her, his smile gentle - the way it’s been no matter what he went through. He was the same person to a degree. Was it even possible? To go from killing his opponents in cold blood, to borrowing Hinami (from Ayato) to take her on brother/sister book dates?

“Of course I do...” Their faces inch closer. He brings a warm palm to her cheek, and goosebumps swamp her skin in response to him. How she loved his warmth. The ukaku can’t help but smile widely, for she can’t live without him.

She remembers despising humans. Having so many of them come to Anteiku, it was rather cringe-worthy. Then he came to her, the first impressions not exactly to her liking; a frail boy with the face of an eight year old and shy tendencies - a mere small fry. Now, she wouldn’t look back, wouldn’t think twice. Now she’s never loved a human more...well, a half-human. She clutches his forearm at the thought.

“This is where everything started.” The former investigator adds. The remains of what was once called home laid beneath their feet.

“You...” he kisses her lips and she suddenly feels giddy inside, like their first kiss - except this one is not as awkward.

“Me...” another kiss.

“And everything that keeps bringing the two of us back together.” He speaks inaudibly against her neck, then he takes the flesh between his teeth, the sound of saliva on skin filling the air. “Ah-...” Touka shrieks at the tickling sensation.

He could be the One-Eyed King, hold a record for defeating Kishou Arima, he could be whatever. He still needs her, needs to feel her, hold her, love her...he’s not afraid to admit it to anyone and everyone around them.

With him by her side, she could turn from a tough woman to a little girl in seconds, for there are so many sides of him that charm her, conquer her. She'd lose herself in his sweet torture.

"With you in my arms, it's hard to not want to devour you every waking hour of the day." He gingerly presses his lips against her forehead.

She senses his hands, light as a speck of dust, flutter over the life growing inside her. "It's a boy. I can feel it."

It symbolizes all the bonds they've shared, everything they've ever felt for each other. "Maybe you should be the one pregnant. I can't enjoy spaghetti and brains and kagune at the same time." She jokes, and she's right; human food made Touka throw up each morning.

Not that the baby was planned. But things went far that night. That period of time was the spark of their relationship, the highest point of their attraction to each other.

None of them had gotten he chance to have alone time with each other that day, spending every minute surrounded by the :re crew, they hadn't made love in weeks.

Haise was teasing her all night. Every time they walked by each other, he'd have his finger tips graze against her thighs, waist, breasts and backside, by accident of course...how he made it seem. She felt her hands run cold, stomach do somersaults.

Touka had liked other boys before him, only thing is they never made her wet - they just didn't know how to appease her or make her desire them all over her body. His strength, his grace, his pensive demanding presence, his irresistible figure, all played a huge factor in her wanting him so badly.

The twenty-six year old barely paid her any mind, or so she thought, as he brought Tsukiyama's shot glass to his mouth, pouring the fermented blood down his throat. He sat on a stool across the room. While trying so hard to listen to Hinami rave about her new book, Touka couldn't help but realize how strongly he stared at her. His gaze reverted to hers and she quickly found the hem of her skirt, fingers finding the polyester to rake it backwards, sending him a clear message.

He receded and she quickly gave up, swooping by the group to ascend the stairs to her room. Their room...

She stood in the dark by her closet, taking her blouse off to prepare for bed. The door handle twists, alerting her. People are supposed to knock goddammit...with only one exception.

Their eyes met once again as his tall figure stood in the door way. Nothing but silence between them. The heavy tension in the air conveyed that they both wanted to fuck, needed a release from the built up urges, needed to feel a long sweet orgasm one way or the other, like a drug,

He lunged toward his wife, groping her into his arms to attack her lips ravenously - exactly what she wanted him to do. They romped on the bed, hungry, absolutely no time for decent love-making. Sooner or later she would succumb to the immense tingling from her torso right down to the spot between her legs, muffle her swears and moans with his two fingers in her mouth, as her warm juices trickled onto his cock.

The sex was fast and short-lived as it was passionate and intense. None of them lasted long - barely twelve minutes - he finished first, felt like a weight off his shoulders to see her finally at ease, his teeth marks all over her body, in all the correct places she wanted him to ravage.

When she found out weeks later, he was the last person to know. She tried to hide it but couldn't get passed Hinami's smart mouth. Touka was quite apprehensive. Everyone knew it was unlikely for a human to impregnate a ghoul, or that the baby would not survive in the mother's womb for the first few weeks.

I'm afraid of being too happy...something bad always happens.

It doesn't have to be that way. Let's just wait and see what happens. Of the two, he was the only one optimistic about it. Her blue eyes softened gleefully. Carrying a half-half child, under her heart was going to be rough. Touka favored it just being her, her husband and no one else. But she would do it just for him, anything in her power to make sure they weren't alone ever again.

A family means everything to him, since he never had one of his own. This is a chance to turn all the wrongs into rights, let everything be the way he wished it really was back then. Kaneki would make sure his child has a father, someone to give guidance and spend time with. He makes it a priority to be everything his mother was not.

"This world will do many things to hurt you, as it did me. But I want you to be strong, stronger than I am." Hands on either side of Touka's protruding tummy, he kisses the baby. I'm gonna take you everywhere I go, buddy. You'll never have to be by yourself." They both feel a kick and Touka is overwhelmed with joy and relief. She smiles at Kaneki, for she hadn't felt a move all day.

"Let's go home." He takes her hand (and her heart) and Touka looks up to the sky for the first time in years - sailing clouds rosy and full of life - everything's going to be okay, with him by her side. She finds closure in the moment, happy that he returned to her

and will keep returning.

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Thawing Out a Frozen Shoulder, with Diabetes

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Thawing Out a Frozen Shoulder, with Diabetes

Scott Johnson’s left shoulder was bothering him. Really bothering him.

“I couldn’t remember a specific incident, but was sure it was just a stubborn basketball injury," said Johnson, a Minnesota-based type 1 for more than three decades who blogs at Scott's Diabetes and works for the app company mySugr. But after months of physical therapy with no progress, and even what he describes as “negative progress,” Johnson was diagnosed with adhesive capsulitis, better known in the vernacular as frozen shoulder.

This is one of those lesser-known diabetes complications, one that doesn't get discussed much in comparison to vision loss, nerve damage, and a host of other very scary ones. But it's a complication that can be painful and life-altering, and isn't always easy to recognize when we might just equate it to "the wonders of getting older." DiabetesMine covered it several years ago in our 411 Complications Series, but overall it's not really on the radar unless you're personally experiencing it.

Here's the scoop on frozen shoulder, for those inquiring minds in the Diabetes Community.

What is Frozen Shoulder?

In a nutshell, it happens in three stages:

Freezing: Pain slowly becomes worse until range of motion is lost (lasts 6 weeks to 9 months)

Frozen: Pain improves, but the shoulder is still stiff (lasts 4 to 6 months)

Thawing: Ability to move the shoulder improves until returning to normal or close to normal (lasts 6 months to 2 years)

Digging deeper into the medical side of how this ailment affects your body, we learned that surrounding your shoulder joint is a bundle of heavy-duty connective issue called the shoulder capsule. For reasons that aren’t clear, in some people the tissue thickens and becomes tight, and then stiff bands of tissue called adhesions develop, making movement of the joint painful and even blocking the shoulder joint’s normal range of motion.

It’s a progressive condition, starting slowly with occasional pain, and then a reduction in the ability to move the joint. At first, perhaps, reaching the bottle of whisky on the top shelf becomes difficult. Then impossible. Eventually, it can become so debilitating (the frozen shoulder, not the whisky) that you can’t even dress yourself.

And it’s not just that you can’t raise your arm; the arm can’t be raised, period. Frozen shoulder is characterized by what is called “loss of passive range of motion.” Passive range of motion is simply how much someone else can move a joint. In other types of conditions, a person may not be able to move his or her own shoulder beyond a certain point, but someone else could easily move the joint farther. But with frozen shoulder, the shoulder is, well... frozen. Physically stuck.

It cannot be moved farther.

And then what? Oddly, just when it gets worst, the process often begins to reverse itself. Like the seasons of the year, the natural progression of adhesive capsulitis is often described in stages of freezing, frozen, and then thawing.

Who Gets Frozen Shoulder?

Each year in the US, 200,000 people are diagnosed with frozen shoulder. It’s most common between the ages of 40 and 60, and more common in women than men. And I’m sure it will come as no surprise to you that people with diabetes are more likely to get it than anyone else.

The American Diabetes Association reports, via the Academy of Orthopaedic Surgeons, that 10-20% of PWDs have frozen shoulder. Meanwhile, consumer literature often reports that PWDs are three times more likely to get frozen shoulder over sugar-normals (non-diabetics), and the actual risk may even be much higher than what the stats show.

A 2016 meta-analysis lead by Nasri Hani Zreik of the Blackpool Victoria Hospital in the UK, found that people with diabetes are five times more likely than non-diabetics to have frozen shoulder, with an overall prevalence of frozen shoulder in people with diabetes at a whopping 13.4%. Further, we D-folk make up fully 30% of all frozen shoulder cases.

That last set of numbers led the researchers to call for screening for diabetes in any patient diagnosed with frozen shoulder -- wow, what a way to get diagnosed!

And this is one time where we T1's share equal risk with our T2 cousins. There was no significant difference in prevalence between T1s and T2s, nor between T2s on insulin vs. T2s on oral agents.

Treating Frozen Shoulder

Adhesive capsulitis is one of the few health conditions that can actually go away if you ignore it. As noted, Frozen shoulder does eventually thaw on its own, but it can take up to three years, and during that time, the pain can be staggering.

Johnson said, “Every once in a while, both on the court and around the house, I’d jar my body in such a way as to hurt my shoulder. It was a knee-weakening, breath-taking, seeing-stars type of pain.”

And that knee-weakening, breath-taking, seeing-stars pain got more and more common as time went by for Johnson. His ice wasn’t thawing, so to speak, and it became so painful it was interfering with his daily life.

“I was avoiding basketball instead of looking forward to every opportunity,” he said, noting that new lack of activity trashed his diabetes management and, he says, his mental health.

Scott Johnson takes a jumpshot during a basketball game at the Friends For Life diabetes conference.

It was time to take action.

The traditional treatments for frozen shoulder are physical therapy to try to gradually stretch some flexibility back into the joint capsule, sort of like stretching out a pair of too-tight pants by wearing them for an hour a day. Steroid injections are also commonly used, but Johnson was wary of their notorious effect on blood sugar. Anti-inflammatory meds are sometimes used, and the "nuclear" treatment option is a primitive form of surgery in which doctors knock you over the head with a frying pan, and while your lights are out, force the shoulder through a normal range of motion to break the ice of the frozen shoulder.

What? What’s that?

Oh, I’m told they don’t use frying pans any more. A general anesthetic is used instead.

But it still sounds brutal.

Getting to Know Hydroplasty

A relatively new treatment that Johnson heard about and decided to undergo is called a Shoulder Joint Capsule Distension (a.k.a. hydroplasty). Under a local anesthesia, the joint capsule is filled with mixture of saline, anesthetics, and a small dose of steroids to stretch it out, much like blowing up a balloon. This procedure is followed up by “intense” physical therapy to break down the adhesions.

Johnson said the procedure was “quick, easy, relatively painless, and couldn’t have taken longer than 10 minutes.” He said that the physical therapy started immediately after the injection, and continued for one hour every day for the following two weeks, followed by 30 minutes every other day for another week, with additional “homework.”

Or, as Johnson describes it:

“That was one meaning of intense when my orthopedic doctor described the physical therapy requirements -- it required a real commitment and the ability to manage so many appointments. The other meaning of intense was the physical therapy sessions themselves. I listened to my shoulder make unnatural sounds,” while the therapist moved his arm around, said Johnson, adding, “all I could do was breathe through the pain.”

After the first intense physical therapy treatment Johnson was unsure about the course of action he’d signed up for. But two days into the treatment, he was back on the court, playing basketball again with, “very little pain and dramatic range of movement.” Johnson said the most challenging part was “convincing my brain to use my left arm again!”

Surgery Aftermath

Well over a year down the road, Johnson says his left shoulder still feels good, and he wonders why the hydroplasty isn’t “a better-known option for treating frozen shoulder.”

But now that his left shoulder is back in the game, he’s starting to worry about his right shoulder, which is staring to show some early signs of adhesive capsulitis. Sorry to say that frozen shoulder often jumps from one side of the body to the other. In doctor-speak from Medscape, “bilateral shoulder involvement is rarely simultaneous and instead occurs sequentially.” A mixed blessing to be sure. It would really suck to have both shoulders frozen at the same time.

If Johnson’s right shoulder gets worse, would he sign up for another round of hydroplasty with intense physical therapy?

“I would do it again in a heartbeat, as soon as my doctor feels it’s an appropriate treatment,” he said, adding that he'd push his doctor to move more quickly on his right arm. "That is my shooting arm, so I wouldn’t want to wait so long.”

Thanks to our correspondent Wil Dubois for digging into this topic for us, and of course to our friend Scott Johnson for being so open and willing to share his story!

Have you experienced frozen shoulder? If so, please share your POV in the comments section below.

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