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kissmethroughthebone · 6 months
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I am high end.
I am elegant.
I am special.
I am so much unlike the others that there is no such thing as comparing me to anyone else.
I am loved.
I am artwork.
I am pleasing; to myself, and to others. But always myself. First and foremost. I never have to work hard to please others, since my natural energy draws them to want to please me first, and never the other way around.
But I am naturally caring, beautiful, and thoughtful. So I love to help with ease.
My value is seen and recognized so easily.
I am so blessed and abundant, always. God bless and amen. Thank you!
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msshadows97 · 5 months
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Season 2 episode 5/6 spoilers (before the episodes even comes out
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I didn't know the episode names but we get to see Betty this episode!! Her short stint in New York wasn't enough I want my girl to save the day
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vermillioncrown · 1 year
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pretty sure your snare trap has math for cheese
you'd think so. i thought so, too--but no one talks to me about the actual math from my fanfic (me getting hurt feelings from everyone fixating on 'bruce wayne batman dating' rather than chasing the 'data regression' -> 'fast fourier transform' -> 'dick grayson is a former mathlete about to read korvin to filth', but i fucking did it to myself and know it)
actual math/stem people more knowledgeable than me take one look and go "lmao poser" and ignore it
laymen read my fic and don't care beyond the spectacle
i think the math acts like a filter. you either vibe w my processes (which cannot be separated from how i write) or you [x] immediately
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cottonundiestf · 2 years
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I have so many other priorities I have to deal with and life stuff to manage.
But if someone handed me the money for it and demanded I get myself new tits, I'd schedule the appointment immediately.
Both because I'd like bigger titties and because I like when someone controls and modifies my body.
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xomyaa · 2 years
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kissmethroughthebone · 6 months
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Christmas Season list of chores:
Get as many spices, seasonings and sauces as I can to bulk up for the cozy season. If I want delicious devilled eggs and roast beef, I'm gonna have to do it myself! (And also don't be afraid to ask my long list of suitors for assistance with the fancy meats and materials I want... hey, if they want a wifey, they better be a provider man and get me what's needed for it!)
Stock up on hot chocolate, cozy teas, and any baking materials. Bake at least one warm good a week. Doesn't need to be any Cordon Bleu shit, (even though I have tried and failed at eclairs.... oh, boy, that n i g h t m a r e was as delicious as it was deconstructed!) it can just be a can of cinnamon rolls or cookies popped onto a tray and into the oven! Makes the house warm, and a warm, moist, sweet treat is every girl's best friend during a cold season!
A little extra wine, brandy and rosé in the cabinets could be stellar. Nights of sipping wine by a heater, cozied up in some blankets watching the Grinch? Could be stellar. Fantastical. :)
A humidifier for my house; or air purifier. Whichever works best to make it not too dry but not too moist.
Some more warm lighting; LED candles work, but the real deal is best. I wouldn't mind one more lamp.
Get as many vanilla and spice scented candles as possible. I *need* the house to smell warm and inviting. And incense! Vanilla, cinnamon, apple, pie, cake... all those goodies. Even if I can't bake all the time, I can make the place look, feel, and *smell* cozy all at once. :)
Stock up on even more blankets and pillows! And wash all that I do currently have!
Buy cozy socks, fleece tights, and a nice big puffer coat, with some texting gloves, and a few cozy hats to add on. All that.
Get one more heater! My place gets too cold, I can see my breath sometimes from how cold it is. Unacceptable! I need the living room nice and toasty, to easier play my video games!
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bitchapalooza · 2 years
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Personally besides the case of h*rry p*tter characters, I think it should be okay to separate the character from the show/creator/franchise. Some can't help but still be attached to the character(s) they became attached to even if they now detest the source they come from. And that should be okay.
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My default response to like any stressful situation throughout high school was 'fuck this I'm becoming a sex worker' which like??? Bold of you to assume you have the work ethic sixteen year old me
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cheriladycl01 · 2 months
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Would you be up for writing a fanfic with Lando or Max x reader where reader also races but due to the training and harsh training her team and trainer are putting her through develops an ED (common among competitive sports and I’ve got experience 😭) maybe Reader faints or her bf finds out? No problem if not 😘 love your writing!
Those inward struggles - Max Verstappen x Driver! Reader
Plot: After having to change you diet and do more work after struggling in Singapore you spend a year on strict training away from your boyfriends knowledge. What happens when a year on and people are noticing how much more exhausted your looking after each race.
Warnings: Eating Disorder, Reader Being Sick
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Singapore and Qatar 2022 was extremely hard for you. Your body temperature in the car didn't regulate that well and you lost way more weight than any other driver.
You new that the 2023 season was going to be even harder with where the races were placed in the year.
Your physician wanted you to keep the weight off. The lower your body mass, the less you'd struggle with the heat. That was their thought process and that's what they deemed best for you as a woman. So of course, you trusted the team's decisions and you started to train more, and eating in a calorie deficit.
They'd come up with a plan for you to loose a safe amount in a safe amount of time, however it almost felt like a competition and you wanted to be as ready as possible.
At first it was hard, you craved sugar and grease the most but eventually once the majority was out of your system the vegetables and fruits started to taste like when you have a sip of that half stagnant water at 3am when your body decided to lower your thirst bar all the way down.
Max as a driver had also seen how much more you were with your personal trainer, and how it didn't just stop when you got home as you would often be in your home gym.
You'd serve yourself less and meals than him and he noticed these little things. Of course he did, he'd been obsessed with you since he was a 13 year old and both of you met in karting.
You started dating a year before he got into F1 quite literally being the definition of childhood romance. But this did mean that he knew you like the back of his hand.
"Baby, how about a sweet treat?" he asks holding up your fav type of cookie waving it in front of your face.
"I really shouldn't, I think the team wouldn't be happy if they found out I was eating more than i should!" you explain to him, continuing to wash the dishes from earlier that night.
"But... you didn't have much for dinner and you skipped lunch!" he asks remembering what you'd eaten throughout the day.
"Oh? So your keeping tabs on me now?" you ask looking him over with a soft yet teasing frown.
"Well, when your with me for a good portion of the day I notice" he grumbles making you turn your head to him at that tone, it wasn't one he used often.
"Huh?" you say leaving the dishes fully in the sink before placing a hand on your hip.
"Look, It's not just me noticing it but your not healthy right now!" Max offers and you turn back round to do the washing up.
Your trainer said you might feel a little tired and icky while you were on such a strict diet but once you'd got to your goal weight you'd feel better.
"Please just eat the cookie!" he smiles and you roll your eyes. You take the cookie and finish it off under his watchful eye. It tasted so good, but you almost gagged at how heavy the chocolate felt at the back of your throat and how you could feel the chunkiness of the chewed batter.
There wasn't that fresh aftertaste you been getting recently from the various fruits and veges you'd been relying on to get you eating something.
You gagged at something that used to be a delicacy too you, something that would excite you. However you finished it off to please Max. Once he was satisfied you had your filling he explained he was going out to a set with Lando, Daniel and Charles.
You'd already said you wanted to stay home today.
The minute he was out the door you were in the bathroom getting the sugary sweet treat out of your body, feeling disgusting from having had it.
The guilt was eating away at you the minute you had it, you knew just how unhappy the trainer would be. You spent the rest of the evening in the gym, weighing yourself before and after the session.
To your dismay there was no improvement and you sat in the gym crying over you predicament.
It was time for the 2023 Qatar Grand Prix, you were already struggling just walking round the paddock in the areas that didn't have aircon. When you'd done your track walk, you could feel the damp sweat on areas of your body you didn't know was possible.
However, you pushed and pushed yourself through the whole weekend, you drunk lots of water and made sure to keep up with the exercising and kept eating to a minimum.
When you'd got in the car for the first practice your hard work seemed to pay of, coming P4. Again in qualifying you'd had a fastest lap in Q2 and split the Mercedes up Q3 coming P3 behind Max and George. Both of these weren't too bad, it was in short bursts that didn't make you too hot.
However as the weekend moved forward, it was obvious to your team, to Max and to the media that you were becoming more and more exhausted. A lot of people noted that your tailored race suit was starting to bag in places it shouldn't and that you had sunken areas on your face, making you look all the more exhausted.
The Sprint shootout was awful, you placing 9th fastest overall, which compared to your earlier racing was no good for you or your team.
You only managed to move up one place to P8 in the Sprint, meaning you were in the points but you were taken to the medical tent after reporting feeling dizzy and your sight spotting.
Max had headed over to the Aston Martin garage asking for you, all the mechanics just saying you were still with medical. He rushed over, quicker than his car on a flying lap as no-body actually knew what was wrong with you.
"Y/N?" you'd heard as he'd come storming in looking around for you.
"I'm in here!" you said and he came over taking your hand in his.
"What's going on, what's wrong?" he asks looking over you.
"Nothing, just had a bit of a migraine. Apparently not enough water!" you lie, knowing the doctors were still doing tests but they said you were free to leave.
You'd left, he'd comforted you at the hotel making sure you had everything you could possibly need before you both slept away the tire of the day.
Sunday of course was a shit show. Medical still hadn't fully worked out what was wrong with you and they were debating pulling you from the race. You'd refused saying you were fine to race.
You were 20 laps in when your vision started to blur until ringing in your head occurred.
You tried to keep up with the fluids from your drinks tube but they were just heating up along with everything else in the car.
"Y/N are you okay. Medical have just deemed you should be racing. We want to retire you" your engineer comes through at lap 50.
"7 more laps, I'll be fine" you groan. You'd managed to stick to P4 for the majority of the race. But now that vision in your left eye was pretty poor you were taking turns a little more hesitantly meaning you were down in P6.
You defended from Ocon like your life depended on it, and finally pulled up to the area where the cars sit when the race it over. You sit in the car, in silence trying to get your vision back and stop shaking.
You body ran cold, you were shivering now and could feel the cold sweat in your suit, you wanted to reach up and take your helmet off more than anything but your arms didn't obey.
So you just sat there, until some Aston Martin mechanics came through with water. They helped you out and up handing you a bottle of water. But with the ringing not having stopped your vision completely went as you fell back onto the hard ground of the track.
Max once he'd found out his team and your team and pretty much everyone had kept you fainting from him a secret he had yelled, a lot, at anyone and everyone he could.
Even Lando and Oscar in the cool down room had to be at the receiving end of his wrath.
After his podium that he had tried to make as quick as possible he was right with you. Yelling at everyone while making sure you were getting the correct medical attention.
When he found out the reason behind you fainting and the fact that you drove the last few laps half sighted he was back to MAD MAX, and oh boy it wasn't a pretty sight.
He couldn't believe your team who were supposed to make sure you were in the best health had actually been hindering you and not helping you.
To say the he and Rupert his own personal trainer would be taking over from now on and he'd be hiring a private nutritionist to get you back on track to your starting F1 weight in 2022.
He loved you and would do anything for you.
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