#talk august intake

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 13

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A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: Ongoing vampire shenanigans, mentions of blood, biting, angst, a kiss, slightly inappropriate fang-examinations.

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: All I have to say is.... I'm sorry?

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @summersong69 @teamfan7asy @mis-lil-red @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81 @peyton-warren @livisss @itsrubberbisquit @ktficworld

Waking up next to Mikey in cold sweat, hoping he wasn’t snooping around in your brain wasn’t a new thing for you at this point. In fact, you’d been doing it for weeks now, growing increasingly exasperated with every new dream. When you had negotiated the arrangement, you had promised yourself you wouldn’t let anything come between you and Mike, but these dreams were rapidly shitting all over your fantastic plan. Feeding the guys had somehow simultaneously become more casual and more intimate; you no longer insisted on the formality of relocating to the couch in the living room, but instead just crawled into their beds if that happened to be the most practical option. Also, you had already found yourself shouting (according to them) through the house whether ‘anyone needed to suck on you because you were planning on getting hammered’, which was hardly a dignified way of ‘offering your services’ – you still hated that phrase; it made you feel like a hooker.

Your relationship with the guys had definitely changed over the past weeks: the crazy spike of protectiveness after feeding had begun to settle, and all of it left you in a situation where you were extremely well cared for. Mike kept you hydrated by bringing you water or tea whenever he felt you wanted a drink, Sherlock was on top of your vitamin intake, and August had expressed a particular preference for the way your blood tasted after eating certain foods, so you got a whole lot of fantastic meals without ever even having to ask. Marshall, despite being grumpy and tired all the time, gave the absolute best hugs in the whole world, and you spent many a movie night snuggled into his side with your feet in Mike’s lap. You’d talked about that, and he was okay with it. He had been really okay with a lot of things.

Despite your changing relationships, and getting closer to the guys, you always slept next to Mike, and not once had you entertained the thought of leaving him for one of the others – which is exactly why these dreams weren’t fucking helping. There was no doubt in your mind that you never wanted to lose Mike; you simply loved him way too much to ever let him go. Then why were you dreaming about his roommates? His friends? His brothers?  The bond between the four of them was undeniably strong, and you regularly cursed yourself for getting into this mess and wiggling your way in between them, while at the same time ‘in between them’ was exactly where you wanted to be. Now, these were things you should probably – definitely – discuss with Mike, before it started to completely eat you up inside, but you just… no matter how much you really wanted to, you just couldn’t.

“Is this the first time you actively wish I’d snoop around in your brain and swoop in?” Mike asked softly as he wrapped his arms around you tightly and pulled you into his chest. You let out a sarcastic chuckle. Smug bastard.

“Yes,” you answered truthfully. That would really make things so much easier, even though it didn’t make the conversation any less scary.

“I know they all love you, in their own way,” he sighed. “Things have been changing. Can’t say I like it, but I can’t say I want to stand in your way, either.”

Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

“I guess what I’m trying to say is…” He let out a deep sigh and kissed your neck, grazing his teeth over your skin for a brief moment. “Let it happen.”

“Sherlock?” you asked carefully as you opened the door. The room was completely dark.

“Come in,” you heard from where you knew his desk to be, “feel free to turn on the light.” The words were followed by a low chuckle. By now, you knew that sound so well. You had dreamt about it. That, and… never mind. “Can I help you?” He smiled at you – the same heartwarming smile that also appeared in your dreams quite often.

“Were you working? Am I interrupting something?” You quickly glanced at the paper he had in front of him. It looked like a letter.

“Just writing to an old friend,” he said. You had to admit he looked exhausted – and even in that state he was still such a beautiful man… “Why are you here, darling? It has to be past midnight.” It was, and you should be asleep right now, but you weren’t. You had spent the whole time working on a paper that was due tomorrow night, and things had been flowing, so you hadn’t been able to stop. Now, at two in the morning, you had somehow convinced yourself that Sherlock had to take a look at that paper…

“Can’t sleep,” you said, “I finished my paper, but it won’t get out of my head. Would you maybe take a look at it? Doesn’t have to be now, of course, you can do it in the morning…” He already held out a hand to you.

“You know we don’t technically need sleep, don’t you?” he said as he took your tablet from you. “It’s just a convenient way to conserve energy.” He stayed quiet for a few moments, reading your paper much quicker than you ever could. “This is good. I can make a few notes in the morning, but please stop worrying about it now.”

As he handed the tablet back to you, his fingers brushed against yours. He was cold. He was…

“You’re starving,” you whispered. His embarrassed smile told you all you needed to know.

“Yes,” he admitted. He shouldn’t have to feed for a few more days, and even then he certainly shouldn’t be this hungry… “There was a plagiarism case… the department got permission for me to compel students to tell the truth. It’s a whole ordeal. Witnesses, cameras, written consent. They weren’t the perpetrators, but that makes the interrogation no less exhausting.”

“Sherlock…” You stepped closer to him, reaching for his cheek. “I don’t want you to wait this long before coming to me.” As you stroked the side of his face, he gently hooked his hands behind your knees and pulled you in until you were straddling his legs.

“What is it like for you?” he asked suddenly, taking you by surprise. “Feeding us, I mean.” His hands moved from your knees to your thighs as you sat down in his lap.

“I can smell you,” he whispered against the skin of your neck. “Nine hundred years of practicing restraint, and now that it’s you…”

“What do you mean?”

He smiled at you apologetically as he frantically tried to control his breath. “I can’t seem to control my teeth… Answer my question, please; what does it feel like for you?”

“To feel that you’re this cold and hungry?” you asked. “I feel like a failure for not keeping you happy and fed.” Your words seemed to shock him – hurt him, even. “I crave the feeling of your lips on my skin,” you continued without thinking, “and the moment of the bite. That warm feeling afterwards…” Three months had been plenty to draw a conclusion about your hypothesis that the feeling differed depending on who it was that fed on you, although you still needed more experience with it to really explain it.

“Do you think that’s what she felt, too?” he asked then, referring to the woman with whom he’d had his previous agreement. There was a sadness in his eyes.

“You never asked?” you said quietly.

“I was just given enough time to feed, never for lengthy conversation,” he admitted.

“It sounds like… Charles Brandon, was it? Sounds like he was a bit of a dick.”

“Charles isn’t a bad man at all! Impulsive, perhaps. But you have to understand how incredibly dangerous it was for him to even share her with me. If he had been found out…”

“But they didn’t catch you two?”

“Darling, neither of us would have been alive today if they had,” Sherlock said in earnest, shuddering at the thought of what could have happened.

He smiled at you again, his fangs threatening to puncture his lower lip. Carefully, you reached a finger out to touch one – and he let you, chuckling as you examined his teeth.

“What happens if you lose one?” you wondered, suddenly pulling your hand back as you realized it was a bit weird to sit there with your fingers in his mouth.

“They grow back,” he laughed. “It takes a rather unusual amount of force to remove them…”

“Torture technique?” you blurted out. To your surprise, Sherlock shook his head.

“Filing them down was more common,” he said with a strangled look on his face. You didn’t need to ask if it had ever happened to him.

“Sherlock, will you please feed?” You had finally grown tired of these games, no matter how fun it was to learn new things about vampires. He needed to eat, and he needed to do so right now. To your surprise, he didn’t protest.

“I don’t feel like moving,” he muttered so softly that no one in the house would have been able to hear him. It should have occurred to you then and there that there was something not right about this – whatever this was – and you loved to believe that you would have realized it… if you hadn’t agreed with him so thoroughly.

“Me neither.” The words that slipped from your lips seemed so simple, so straightforward, but in reality, they were everything – including the permission Sherlock had been looking for to sink his teeth into your neck as he wrapped you in his arms and drew you closer to him, leaving you to fight down strangled moans and whines that – although muffled – reflected every shred of ecstasy you felt.

He drank quickly, taking a little too much time to pass his tongue over the wounds when he was done, but you didn’t care. When you looked down, you saw him licking a drop of your blood off his lips in an almost criminally sensual way… and then he kissed you. Either that, or you kissed him. Not that it mattered, because one way or another, it was your mouth on his now. It was his tongue sliding along your bottom lip, and your lips parting for him. It was hushed groans of pleasure and – as much as you hated to admit it – it was your hips grinding into his. And it was Mike, standing in the doorway with his mouth hanging open and tears in his eyes. It was his panicked, ragged breath out of sync with your own, the shock on his face, and the quietly whispered ‘what the fuck’. It was your broken heart and so, so very clearly his, too. In fact, it was all clear as day. Despite the conversation you had had with Mike, this felt wrong.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘he’s gone’?” Marshall yelled, absolutely beside himself with anger. August leaned back in his chair, and didn’t seem at all prepared to do anything about this situation. “What happened?” All it took was one glance between you and Sherlock that you never intended Marshall to catch, and he knew exactly what had caused this.

“You?” He sneered. In one motion your eyes didn’t catch, he pinned Sherlock against the wall, a hand firmly on his throat. “I expected bullshit like this from him!” He gestured at August, who didn’t take offense to his words. Instead, Marshall seemed to calm down unnaturally fast. 

“I would very much like to remind you that trying to kill him would be extremely stupid,” August noted calmly. Marshall’s grip on Sherlock’s throat relaxed, until finally his arm dropped to his side again. Sherlock hadn’t moved throughout all of this – not voluntarily, at least – and he continued to stand there, very still… almost as if he had completely resigned to Marshall’s anger.

“Mike said he was okay with it,” you sobbed quietly, staring at the floor to keep the guys from seeing your tears. It was hopeless; they could easily hear them.

“Clearly he isn’t! And now he’s run off!” Marshall snapped.

“Walter!” Everyone’s eyes drifted to Sherlock immediately. No one ever used Marshall’s first name. “I don’t believe he was lying. I think he just wasn’t quite prepared for what he saw.”

“He’s testing his bonds, Sherlock,” Marshall said, his voice breaking as he spoke. “And not just ours, the one with me, too.” When he said it, the room went eerily quiet. Clearly this was something serious – something very serious you had absolutely no context on.

“What’s going on?” you asked in a small voice.

“You two handle this,” Marshall growled as he pushed his way past Sherlock, into the hallway. “I’m not in the mood for another vampire lesson.”

Without saying a word, August put the kettle on. He didn’t drink tea, so you assumed it was for you. August impatiently gestured at you to sit down.

“So, what happened between you two?” August asked, an eyebrow raised. It was easy to see that he was both curious and extremely worried.

“We… kissed,” you muttered. It was loud enough for him to hear you, of course. Looking around the kitchen, you noticed that Sherlock had left, too.

“He’ll be back,” August said. “So a kiss is what has Mike… Oh, well. Here.” He held a cup of tea out to you before the sound of the kettle had even registered in your brain.

“Thanks,” you said, sitting down. Suddenly, Sherlock appeared in the chair next to you.

“He’s not at the pier,” he said, “I figured I’d give it a shot.”

“I think we may just need to let him cool off,” August said calmly, though still with a worried frown on his face. “If he’s really trying his ties, we don’t want to piss him off.”

Sherlock didn’t respond, and neither did you – it was usually easier to just wait for August or Marshall – or Mike – to pick up on your confusion than to keep asking for explanations. Lo and behold: August’s soft chuckle indicated that he’d noticed your silent distress: “Vampires are coven-bound.”

“That doesn’t explain anything,” you chuckled softly. You were used to this by now; the rest of the information would follow, you were sure of it.

“It’s barely any different than family ties or friendships,” Sherlock said, “with the exception that we can… feel them.”

“To a point where they’re almost tangible,” August added. “It’s tough to explain, but it feels different, trust me. It also means I don’t have to be near these guys to know what they’re feeling. Sherlock could compel him to come home.”

You immediately turned to Sherlock. “Why don’t you do that?”

“Can you calm him down?” you asked. Mike wasn’t the only one who was extremely upset, for fuck’s sake! You were pretty damn torn up about this, too!

“Because that would force him to make a choice immediately,” Marshall’s voice sounded from behind you. “The bonds are strong, especially after several decades, but they’re not unbreakable.”

“I don’t think he’d decide in our favor. He’s extremely upset,” August added.

“Princess, I have a stronger bond with you than I do with him,” August snorted.

“That’s a lie and you know it,” Marshall replied. “Either way… We have a similar but more… detailed bond with the vampire who turned us. Right now, he’s pulling on that string, too, and it hurts…”

You noticed the tears in his eyes as he said it, and without thinking you made your way over to him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him tight. “I’m sorry for the trouble I’m causing.”

“He’s the one causing trouble, Princess,” August growled, “not you.”

“That’s not fair, August,” you replied. “We’re the ones who drove him away.” Sherlock didn’t look at you as you said it. Instead, he stared at his hands in his lap.

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[offender42085]

Post 1101

The judge could have given him 40 years in prison, but the inmate got a 'golden ticket' instead.....

The victim hugged him after court.....

(The 'fair haired lad' defense must still be in vogue... -Editor)

Caleb Weston Bernhardt, Montana offender 3034859, born 2003, intake August 2023 at age 20, on probation for a term of 36 months

Robbery, Accountability for Robbery

In a court proceeding in August 2023 with a judge describing it as an an exceptional case, the judge agreed with a prosecutor’s recommendation and gave a Kalispell man who robbed a Wells Fargo bank in Butte in September 2022 a three-year deferred sentence.

District Judge Robert Whelan said he was giving 20-year-old Caleb Weston Bernhardt a “golden opportunity” and “golden ticket” that only the teller who was robbed made possible.

Bernhardt gave the teller a note saying, “I am armed and I will shoot you” unless she handed over money, but according to prosecutors, she has since expressed compassion and concern for the defendant and his future.

Whelan noted that Bernhardt had no prior criminal history but said, “I would not even consider this if the victim was not in agreement.” He could have sentenced Bernhardt up to 40 years in prison.

“I hope you go on to do something miraculous with your life given this opportunity,” he told Bernhardt, who must also pay $2,350 in restitution for the money he stole that day.

Bernhardt said he was deeply remorseful, and after the hearing, the teller he robbed hugged him and talked with him as his parents looked on.

The Prosecutor said she struggled with recommending a deferred sentence for such a serious crime but several factors, including the victim’s wishes, made it appropriate in this case.

Bernhardt admitted going into the Wells Fargo bank on Harrison Avenue on Sept. 1, 2022, and demanding money while two others waited in a car.

According to prosecutors, the three were in a black Toyota Camry near the bank before it was robbed. One got out while the other two stayed in the car.

Bernhardt walked into the bank wearing a baseball hat and a mask and asked a teller to make a withdrawal. He then handed her a piece of paper that said, “Give me $15,000 or anything in your draw, I am armed and I will shoot you.”

The bank employee gave him three bundles of $20 bills and some money that she later figured totaled about $1,700. When the teller asked if he wanted the money run through a counter, he said, “No, ma’am” and was very polite, prosecutors said.

A witness took a photo of the Camry because it was parked in a suspicious place and wrote down the license plate number, which police later traced to Bernhardt and a relative in Kalispell. Police called the relative, and she confirmed Bernhardt had the car.

Bernhardt later met with a Butte police detective and said he was the one who went into the bank and demanded money. He also identified the two other men who assisted.

The police said Bernhardt committed a very serious crime but was young, had no prior criminal history, cooperated with police and had supportive parents.

3v

#inmate

[vague-humanoid]

NORWALK - The Norwalk La Mirada Unified School District board of education listened as Arthur Schaper, the California MassResistance field director, expressed unfounded claims about the John Glenn and Southeast Academy High School Wellbeing Center.

“These wellbeing centers, your staff, have been trained by Planned Parenthood,” Schaper said. “You have these counselors who teach kids they can change their sex like flipping a switch, it’s unacceptable.”

California MassResistance, an organization the Southern Poverty Law Center labeled a hate group, arrived at the Norwalk La - Mirada Unified School District board meeting on June 26 to oppose the Wellbeing Center and called for its removal.

The organization spread the unfounded claim on social media that Planned Parenthood trained the staff at the center. Schaper claimed, without evidence, that Planned Parenthood pushes an agenda of “sex mutilation” on students and influences them to become transgender.

The Torrance resident continued to call the LGBTQIA+ ideology a “cult and an illness,” as his California MassResistance supporters applauded. Schaper also accused the school board of hiding information on the center from parents and vowed to go door-to-door to spread his beliefs to the community.

NLMUSD superintendent, John Lopez, explained the district addressed most of MassResistance’s concerns of the Wellbeing Center with a fact sheet of frequently asked questions in February.

“The Wellbeing Center was approved by the board of education in 2019,” Lopez said. “They talked to the community members of John Glenn and got an intake of services they wanted.”

The services provided through the center are student-initiated, according to the FAQ. Students are reminded to include parents in their care, as expressed in the district’s memorandum of understanding with the LACDPH.

A minor may consent to medical care related to contraception, the prevention, or the treatment of pregnancy without parental consent, according to Cal. Family Code § 6925.

The superintendent emphasized that Planned Parenthood is not involved with the Wellbeing Center, after the board voted against the Planned Parenthood component in August 2022.

Wellbeing Center staff are trained by the Los Angeles County Department of public health.

Lopez was confused about how Schaper and MassResistance tied LGBTQIA+ into the Wellbeing Center.

“It’s disappointing that we have an opportunity to help our community by giving them resources they need and groups are putting a spin on things that aren’t happening,” Lopez said. “LGBTQIA+ wasn’t even addressed in any of our frequently asked questions because that never came up until now.”

The Wellbeing Center provides health education, information about substance abuse, mental health and stress reduction groups. Masters Level Health Educators from the LACDPH are present to support students, teach sexual health and provide sexually active young people with counseling, according to the FAQ.

A registered nurse is also available for on-site testing and treatment for sexually transmitted infections, condoms, over-the-counter emergency contraception, pregnancy tests and sexual health information for students.

The FAQ emphasizes that parents can also utilize the Wellbeing Center. Classes at the center teach parents about teen health, how to discuss alcohol and drugs with their child and how to effectively explain sexual decision-making.

[hollyhomburg]

i think it comes down to the fact that i can have both choices, both going to south korea and get some time with him if i just, delay my application 6 months. Even though that's not the timeline i want and i do feel like this is just kicking my issues down the line another 6 months this is the only way i get both things.

I still have to talk with my recruiter, but i think if i explain my situation to her and that i'd fear being able to complete my contract if i signed one, she'll understand. as far as i know If i rescind my application now there is no damage to my applying in the future like i can still just apply in february for august intake. But if i try and rescind my application after i have a contract then i can't apply for another calendar year.

This isn't only just about him either, my mom needs my help renovating our house for my grandparents, and they've expressed an interest in moving in after i go to korea. but the issue is they'd be moving into MY bedroom as the basment won't be finished for another 6 months. We have no space for my shit, it's likely that everything i can't take with me to korea would get ruined/displaced. Even though i've expressed that i don't want this time and time again, i do not put it past my grandparents not to just show up with their stuff and my mom not being able to say no to them. They are literally about to be homeless by next week, BUT 3 of my aunts and uncles have fully furnished in law apartments for them all ready to go. they don't need to kick me and my stuff out of my room they just...want to live with my mom and my grandfather is a narcissist.

There is no option to put my stuff into storage or put it anywhere. there's also the event of my cousins wedding that i would not be able to attend at the beginning of the summer/would have to quit my contract early to attend. i can't really miss it. i can stay at my current job until i leave, it's not going to go anywhere even if the hours and pay aren't what i'd like, but at least i don't have rent or student loans to pay back yet cuz i was approved for the governments repayment program.

My brother might also be moving back east too in the next two months and as much as we've had a rocky relationship in the past, this last visit was so much nicer and it was really fun to reconnect with him in the time being.

if i delay another 6 months i get 6 months with him and i get to go to korea for more than 4, Seokjin will have just come back when i go, and Hobi will come back like 3 months after i've arrived. it won't be that bad even if living her is really taxing on my mental health.

[dino-mp3]

staring my weight loss journey :3

3-27-24

Content warning: talking about weight and calorie intake

Quick mention: The pictures used are from Olivia Yang on insta! I love her so much, she seems so sweet and I love her aesthetic! She always posts her workouts and she looks so dedicated, I wanted to use her as inspiration for this post :)!

For those who did read my blog, you know that I mentioned wanting to lose some weight. I wanted to make it clear that I’m healthily doing this weight loss. I’m not someone who tolerates people who promote dangerous eating habits, as I have fallen victim to the dangers of an ed.

With this in mind, I wanted to make sure I was going to lose weight healthily! I’ll be tracking my progress here regularly to keep myself accountable and motivate you all too!

The current workout playlist that I have is 40 minutes long, which is pretty mild comparing that time to those I know LOL. I have an acquaintance of mine who goes every day for 1hr to 1hr 30mins which is crazy to me because he does cardio and strength training.

Back to me, the first 20 minutes consist of stretching. I'm not the most flexible person on the planet, and my knees crack and pop every time I bend my legs, it's so bad it's laughable. The other 20 minutes are just regular workouts, I believe a 20 minute 200 cal burning workout.

On top of this workout routine (which I plan to do every day), I'm going on a calorie deficit. I did some math and talked to my doctor and my caloric intake should be 1,500 cal a day. I should reach my goal weight by August, just in time for school! Now let's get into the thick of it.

Goal weight: 180lbs/81kg Current weight: 216lbs/97kg

Now before you guys start freaking out, I'm 5'10 / 177 cm and my weight is distributed quite well, my waist is only 33 inches LOL. On top of that, my doctor says that I am healthy! This weight loss is for aesthetic/cosmetic reasons as I said prior.

I want to lose this weight to feel better about myself. I want to wear T-shirts without being self-conscious, or proudly wearing a swimsuit! So, I hope by August that I’ll be there, now all it takes is the work and effort on my part :)

Thank you for reading all this way! I appreciate it way more than you think. Follow along if you want to read more updates on my weight and progress! I also talk about other things on my blog like studying, fandom talks, regular blogs, etc! Have a good day/night and don't forget to drink lots of water!

-Dino

#blog intro #girl blogger #becoming that girl #becoming her #weight loss #i wanna lose weight #weight management #i need to lose this weight #caloric deficit #workout #it girl #health and wellness #fitness #healthy weight loss

[did-i-do-this-write]

Writing Year in Review

2022

Goals

Daily Words: 200

Yearly Words: 73,000

Daily Time: 15 minutes

Yearly Time: 91 hours 15 minutes

[Complete]

Final Statistics

Daily Average Words: 315

Yearly Total Words: 118,914

Daily Time Spent: 21 minutes

Yearly Time Spent: 131 hours 4 minutes

Posted: 57,504

Author's Note: Oh boy!  What a year it has been!  I have so much to say, but I'll try to keep this as brief as possible.  I've learned and grown so much as a writer over the course of this year!  This is the first whole year I've actively written and kept track- in detail- of everything I worked on, how long I worked on it, and what projects I finished and when!

I'm so happy and grateful for everyone who supported me, talked with me, and joined me on this crazy adventure!  From the experiment to sharing ideas to fun interactions and making jokes, I'm thankful for it all and will look back on it fondly!

Here's to another year! 🥂

(Monthly breakdown under the cut)

January

Word Count: 7,569

Time spent: 6 hours 56 minutes

WIPs: How an Angel Gets Its Wings, Ozpin's Case Files

Completed

How an Angel Gets Its Wings: Ch. 13

Ozpin’s Case Files: Police interview

Ozpin’s Case Files: Adam's Return

Ozpin’s Case Files: Qrow goes back to school

Ozpin’s Case Files: Ren and Nora's Intake

February

Word Count: 4,803

Time spent: 5 hours 34 minutes

WIPs: How an Angel Gets Its Wings, Ozpin's Case Files, Prompts

Completed

How an Angel Gets Its Wings: Ch. 14

Ozpin’s Case Files: Schnee's Exit Interview

Ozpin’s Case Files: Salem's Return

Prompt: Library, cold rainy day, cuddles

Prompt: "I love every minute spent with you."

March

Word Count: 9,237

Time spent: 8 hours 43 minutes

WIPs: How an Angel Gets Its Wings, A Man of Misfortune, Ozpin's Case Files

Completed

A Man of Misfortune

Ozpin’s Case Files: Qrow Meets Salem

April

Word Count: 9,640

Time spent: 16 hours 20 minutes

WIPs: How an Angel Gets Its Wings, Ozpin's Case Files, Ozqrow Week 2022

Completed

How an Angel Gets Its Wings: Ch. 15

Ozpin’s Case Files: Raven's Return

Ozpin’s Case Files: Qrow's Apology

The Trial of Ezra Ozpin

May

Word Count: 10,430

Time spent: 9 hours 22 minutes

WIPs: Ozqrow Week 2022, Ozpin's Case Files

Completed

Ozqrow Week 2022: Day 4: Beach Episode

Ozqrow Week 2022: Day 2: Corruption

Ozqrow Week 2022: Day 5: Dancing

Ozpin’s Case Files: Qrow moves in

June

Word Count: 11,118

Time spent: 10 hours 56 minutes

WIPs: Ozqrow Week 2022, Beacon of Hope

Completed

Ozqrow Week 2022: Day 1: Death

Ozqrow Week 2022: Day 3: Pirates

Ozqrow Week 2022: Day 6: Festivals

Ozqrow Week 2022: Day 7: Free Day

July

Word Count: 5,852

Time spent: 6 hours 13 minutes

WIPs: Beacon of Hope

Completed

Beacon of Hope: Ch. 2

August

Word Count: 11,267

Time spent: 9 hours 34 minutes

WIPs: Beacon of Hope, Prompt, Ozqrow Week 2022, Build What You Cannot Find

Completed

Prompt: Qrow with minor injuries

Ozqrow Week 2022: Day 1 (again): Rebirth

Build What You Cannot Find: Ch. 4

September

Word Count: 8,6,79

Time spent: 9 hours 10 minutes

WIPs: How an Angel Gets Its Wings, Build What You Cannot Find

Completed

Build What You Cannot Find: Ch. 5

How an Angel Gets Its Wings: Ch. 16

October

Word Count: 14,822

Time spent: 17 hours 5 minutes

WIPs: Home is Where Your Light Shines Brightest

Completed

Home is Where Your Light Shines Brightest: Ch. 4 (outline)

Home is Where Your Light Shines Brightest: Ch. 3 (outline)

Home is Where Your Light Shines Brightest: Ch. 2 (outline)

Home is Where Your Light Shines Brightest: Ch. 1 (outline)

November

Word Count: 16,314

Time spent: 23 hours 16 minutes

WIPs: Home is Where Your Light Shines Brightest, Prompt, Ozqrow Secret Santa 2022

Completed

Prompt: "I chose to love you..."

Ozqrow Secret Santa 2022: Qrow knitting socks for Oz

Home is Where Your Light Shines Brightest: Ch. 6 (outline)

Home is Where Your Light Shines Brightest: Ch. 5 (outline)

December

Word Count: 9,183

Time spent: 7 hours 55 minutes

WIPs: Home is Where Your Light Shines Brightest, Poem

Completed

Home is Where Your Light Shines Brightest: Ch. 8 (outline)

Home is Where Your Light Shines Brightest: Ch. 7 (outline)

Poem: The Legacy of the Poem Tree

#writing #writeblr #writing progress #zac's year of writing #did i do this write?

[dr-med]

13-18/100 days of productivity

I did a lot, but didn't do a lot for research.. still I got to write days down somewhere.

9.08

🌸joined molecular tumor board

🌸had a talk with supervisor about data

🌸my cousin, his ex and their friend visited me, so we ate sushi and talked a lot! They also helped me to move spoiled carpet to terrace.

10.08

🌸worked on paper about 3 hours in the evening, finally I was able to finetune molecular classification

🌸decided what i want from grocery store and ordered. I get a delivery once in two weeks and it's usually very stressful for me to decide what i want to eat.

🌸only got weird cases at work for which nobody had time to look up the books. Well, it's fine!

🌸got a call that my intake interview for in patient trauma therapy was changed from 23 august on 5 september. Hopefully I still can be hospitalized this year before ill comeback to my academical hospital. I don't want to take a sick leave there.

11.08

🌸didn't distract and finished whole diagnostics before 4pm

🌸finally grossed additional material from three autopsies

🌸brief meeting on paper I'm writing right now

🌸we went to barbie with other residents from my usual hospital, was very glad to see everyone again (I'm on peripheral rotation now till the end of the year)

12.08

🌸painted a couple of hours long

🌸deep cleaned the whole flat, finally my mop arrived so i was able to wash floors. Is this a recovery?

13.08

🌸I had a morning date.

🌸did yoga

🌸only thought about research

14.08

🌸one of my cats pissed with blood so I was late to work, wanted to do an appointment by vet.. so i got one on 13:45 -> left from work earlier and brought him to the vet. Vet said there is no bacteria, crystals or sugar or whatever in urine, so that it's a stress induced cystitis and i got to think what has changed. (long story short -> he has never done anything on wrong place but started a bit of month ago to shit on carpet ONLY in the morning so i thought its a protest and he wants me to wake up early as before)

🌸So the rest of the day I've spent journaling and thinking about life. I've found some patterns and decided that time of change has come.

🌸did yoga and went to bed before 9 and slept by 9.

See you in the evening 🖤 already at work

#100dop #med studyblr #100 days of productivity #studyblr #pathology #science #residency #pink #my cat

[onlineproblems]

🪼 the jellyfish emoji is so cute. anyway talking about my boring life under the cut

I'm not on track for my goals but that's okay i can re-orient. right now i can do 1.25 miles in 20 minutes. i want to do 1.5 in 25 by end of August. and 1.75 in 30 by my birthday. 2 in 30 by the end of the year. 👌 if i get sick again I'll just recalibrate.

I'm not doing this to lose weight BUT i can now fit into pants i wore four years ago. plus i have more energy than i used to. once I've gotten more of a routine at work i want to incorporate weights into my workout so that i can build more upper body strength. either that or yoga that focuses more on the trunk and arms.

it's too fuckin hot to go on daily walks anymore but once fall rolls around I'll go back to doing that. i also need to up my water intake. it'd be better probably if i didn't get those sugary drinks on most weekends but I'm not beating myself up over getting stuff i like. if i eat stuff, it's eaten. there's no right or wrong about it.

i have habit trackers for stuff like practicing a language, reading, taking meds, etc, but i think I'm going to remove the non-essential ones because i don't need to feel bad about not doing things. i enjoy reading, so I'll do it when i want.

i have enough stress at work that i don't need to add to it trying to be a perfect person for myself.

[constitutionalweasleymonarchy]

EMILY: Thursday

From the flash fic collection Days That End In Y

prompt: drunk confession

(non-explicit, sexually suggestive content)

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The Great Existential Crisis of Christmas 1995 had found Percy cleaning his entire flat the Muggle way, and rearranging all his furniture before putting it back again, at which time he’d realised it was still barely past noon. He’d bought three new books, but upon opening each one he’d decided within two pages that he hated it. He’d spent the remainder of the day on his sofa, staring at the ceiling, thinking about all the things he’d sworn he wouldn’t think about.

He was spared a repeat of these events on Christmas 1996 thanks to the Minister’s really very thoughtful (not at all tactless, exploitive, or destined for failure) decision to visit the Burrow — followed by the Minister’s invitation for Percy to have Christmas dinner at the Minister’s own house, which was of course entirely obligatory and insincere, but which Percy could not reasonably have declined anyway.

This only left him with a few hours that night for ceiling-gazing, but he made up for it by not sleeping.

On Boxing Day he decided that if he was going to feel sorry for himself, he ought to do it in a pub like all normal people. He decided upon a spot in Greenwich where he was certain he wouldn’t be recognised by anyone.

He’d almost finished that day’s Muggle newspaper when he ordered his second pint.

“Shit Christmas?”

It was more a statement than a question, from a girl with auburn hair sat two places down from him at the bar.

Slowly, Percy folded up the paper and set it aside.

“Shit Christmas,” he allowed finally, without looking at her.

His drink arrived and he took a sip before twisting the glass ‘round and ‘round on the bartop in front of him. He had that distinct feeling of being watched, and he looked askance at the woman, who was indeed pondering him in an appraising sort of way, tipping her half-drunk glass back and forth.

“Married?” she asked abruptly.

Percy didn’t see what that had to do with anything, and he hoped his tone of voice conveyed it.

“No…”

“Girlfriend?”

She looked as though this were a perfectly normal conversation to be having, and Percy fought to control his facial expression, his gaze falling briefly on the tear above the knee of her jeans before lifting his glass again.

“No.”

“Boyfriend.”

He paused the glass an inch from his mouth, hardly able to tell whether he was more annoyed by her or more annoyed at his own sense of amusement.

“No.” He took a drink.

She nodded thoughtfully before taking a drink herself.

This time, when he heard her little intake of breath to speak, Percy cut in first.

“Twenty-second of August, if you’re taking notes.”

They locked eyes and she took another sip before moving over to sit right next to him.

“Emily.” She offered her hand, totally unperturbed.

And at this point he was uncertain exactly what he had to lose (except that clearly it wasn’t going to be her company).

He shook her hand. “Percy.”

“Really?” She didn’t bother hiding her amusement.

“Well, I wasn’t exactly consulted about it.”

But he gave her something curiously reminiscent of a smile.

Percy didn’t learn what Emily did for work, nor why she was having a shit Christmas; and Emily learnt nothing of the sort about Percy. Indeed, when looking back on this interaction Percy would have been hard-pressed to recall what exactly they talked about. But he found himself hanging on every word like a lifeline.

And Percy could not recall the last time he’d so much as hugged another person (not really, not truly, not properly), so when they’d finished their next round and Emily gestured to the exit with a glance and a tilt of her head, he nodded and allowed her to take him by the hand.

The walk to her flat was brief, which was fortunate considering Percy’s nerve was in danger of draining away. He’d only ever slept with his school sweetheart, and whilst he was fairly certain Penny had always had a good time, well, in fairness, what had she had to compare it to anyway?

But if Emily noticed his nerves, she didn’t mention, and if his hands ever hesitated, she seemed happy to take them and put them wherever it damn well pleased her.

Initially the experience was at risk of being rather thwarted by the running monologue inside his head. Something to the effect of, Christ, please don’t make her lamp explode…

(Percy still recalled the abject horror of the first time he’d ever slipped his hand down Penny Clearwater’s knickers, and a vase in her bedroom had exploded at the same moment he had.)

But then Emily whispered something quite dirty into his ear (well, years later, he wouldn’t think of it as quite so alarming, but it made every bit of twenty-year-old Percy go positively haywire), and suddenly containing himself seemed like the least important thing on the planet. Nothing exploded (except Percy), but the bedside lamp flickered on briefly before going dark again, and Emily got a good giggle out of that ‘coincidence.’

Percy did not learn Emily’s surname or where she was from (though judging from the accent he’d have placed it somewhere in the Midlands). But he learnt that she had a cat called Ringo and loved punk music and had a birthmark at the top of her left thigh in the shape of Australia.

He learnt that she was ticklish on the backs of her arms and that she liked what they’d done well enough to do it again and that it was fine for him to stay the night but she had to be at work early.

And in the morning he hunted down his shoes, exchanged a sheepish “Happy Christmas,” and took himself off, fairly certain he’d just been used… and one hundred percent sure that he didn’t mind at all.

#30 days of percy fluff #percy weasley #percy x oc #percy weasley fanfiction #hp fanfic #ronsgirlfriday #days that end in y

[queeniecook]

February 20

I feel like I’ve recovered from my cold pretty well. It’s kind of a good thing Annalise did stop by the other day. I told Caleb about the information she gave me and he passed it onto his sister. There hasn’t been any other sighting of the female vampire. Maybe she was just passing through?

We invited Aubree and August over today. I shared my leftover Valentine’s Day candy with her. It’s not good for me to have it all to myself. Especially now, we both have to watch our chocolate intake.

Our husbands talked about…well whatever two males talk about. Cars? Blowing things up? They ended up leaving to go…somewhere. I was kind of wrapped up in my show when they left.

“Oh c’mon! Not another stupid commercial!” I yelled in annoyance.

“I forgot how much you get wrapped up in this show. You need to chill.” Aubree told me, rubbing her temple.

I counted to ten and breathed “Sorry. I just want to see who got eliminated. They always pull this crap.”

“It’s to make sure people watch the ads to get to the rest of the show.” She commented with a yawn.

In the end, Aubree and I decided to do something we haven’t done since before we were married women. Have a sleepover!

It gave me time to show her the work Caleb and I have put in on the nursery so far.

“Veer. Do you think you’re having a girl? Like, I have a feeling I might be having a girl. Mom always said she knew I was a girl before the first ultrasound.” Aubree chatted to me while she looked around. Josie was at her feet, meowing to be picked up.

“I kind of do have the feeling I’m having a girl. I mean, if I have a boy – great! Stuff can be changed. I tried to keep some things gender neutral though.” I told her, before pointing out the chair that belonged to Caleb’s Mother and the bassinet that Lilith bought us.

Aubree and I spend the night eating and watching movies. Granted, I did more of the eating than her. She’s still dealing with more morning sickness than me. Once Aubree fell asleep, I snuck into my own bedroom.

“I think you are breaking a sleepover rule.” Caleb told me with a smile.

“Rules are meant to be broken sometimes.” I replied before kissing him.

We behaved ourselves though and I went back to the other room to fall asleep with Aubree, Lucky and Josie.

#the grant legacy #vera grant-vatore #vera grant #ts4 legacy #ts4 story #sims4 story #sims4 storytelling #ts 4 #sims 4 #caleb vatore #aubree lewis #josie grant #august lewis #generation 2

[atinycupofpositivitea]

✨ Day 160/365 ✨ of positive reflections and self-care

Let's talk about today 📝

Even though I didn't have the best sleep, I managed to do most of the things I wanted to do. I got my work done, did a bit of polishing for job hunting, watched my partner stream a very entertaining game, worked out and stretched, and listened to two podcast episodes about lifestyle while I did my hair. I need to admit that I struggled with anxiety, withdrawal and general procrastination today, due to the current situation that is there between me and my sister. I also got my tickets for August and that really put my mind at ease. Last but not least: I managed to curb my social media intake for the day!

What are you grateful for today? 🌻

I'm very grateful for my hair that is regrowing. I just love it and try to take care of it as much as I could.

What are you looking forward to tomorrow? 🌄

I'm hoping for a good, productive day so that I can really get some serious tasks done. I also want to wash my brushes asap and generally take care of my environment. I also can't wait to do yoga and get my protein shake in the morning.

#positive mental attitude #note to self #positive thoughts #positivity #self love #positive #self care #mental health #self healing #2022 journal

[college-girl199328]

Day after day, the water trucks rolled into the southwest Alberta communities of Cowley, Lundbreck, and Beaver Mines. Due to severe drought conditions, that's how residents and businesses got their water supply between last August and late August, normally getting water piped in from the nearby Oldman Reservoir. But its water levels became so low that the intake pipes were suddenly sucking in prairie air instead, requiring a desperate (and costly) truck solution.

Engineers have figured out a pumping solution to stop the need for daily trucks, but sometimes they still have to haul when the pipes pick up too much silt and sediment from the parched reservoir's bed, says David Cox, reeve of the Municipal District of Pincher Creek.

Water issues have become most of what he talks about — with residents facing sharp usage restrictions, with fellow municipal leaders and farm groups, with provincial officials on a now-regular basis.

As bad as last year's drought situation was--water trucks to Cowley, feed crunches for cattle farmers, lawn-sprinkler limits in Calgary--many indications show that this year threatens to be even worse in much of Alberta and the rest of western Canada.

The Alberta government's creeping sense of urgency showed up on Wednesday. Environment Minister Rebecca Schulz sent a letter to all 25,000 holders of water licenses in Alberta, launching negotiations to get users to reach water-sharing agreements. The name carries some gravitas, doesn't it?--will work with major water users in sectors like agriculture and industry to "secure significant and timely reductions," the minister's letter states.

A day earlier, Schulz and other top officials held a telephone town hall with a wide range of Albertans from water commissions, local councils, oil companies, and the golf course association.

Stacey Smythe, an assistant deputy minister with Alberta Environment, put forth many grim stats: west of Fort Macleod, it is at 28 percent capacity, compared to a normal range between 62 and 80 percent around now. St. Mary's Reservoir is at 15 percent, when it should be between 41 and 70.

Before freeze-up, Willow Creek near Claresholm logged its lowest monthly flow since 2000. And while northern Alberta watersheds mostly aren't as bad, up at the town of Peace River the namesake river has also logged its lowest average flow this century bodies mostly get recharged from melting mountain snowpack, and the accumulation in this mild, dry winter is lower than last year's.

Shortages could force more ranchers to downsize their cattle herds. Some oil and gas companies have begun facing crackdowns on their water use, and more may come as sharing negotiations pick up on that town hall call, predicting that trucked-in water will likely be necessary again into 2024. Ditto for urban water restrictions.

In Edmonton, a water treatment pump issue prompted a citywide alert this week to limit business and household water use, including a plea for short showers instead of baths. That could be a dress rehearsal for what much of Alberta, especially in southern communities, could be asked to comply with later this year.

The worst could be prevented by some heavy snow later this winter or the sort of springtime downpour that some rural folk call "trillion-dollar rain."

But an El Niño system such as this year's, coupled with the chronic heating effects of climate change, do not bode well, says John Pomeroy, the Canada Research Chair in water resources and climate change.

Groundwater by Kananaskis' Marmot Creek is at its lowest levels in more than a half-century, he said; and tracking of the Bow River at Calgary last summer showed it lower than ever measured, back to chinooks were warm enough to melt snow above the mountain treeline.

It's encouraging, the veteran water scientist says, that provincial officials are talking about it seriously early in the year, rather than getting caught off-guard later when (or if) disaster strikes officials have thus far avoided drawing links between worsening drought and climate change, given how Premier Danielle Smith and many on her team are uneasy talking about climate change and its consequences.

But this could be the sort of crisis year when symptoms become so acute that discussion of causes may appear more secondary.

Smythe, the senior civil servant, echoed some of Schulz's own rhetoric in saying that, on water, "we're all in this together. This situation has never been truer than it is today, and it echoes something else, too: the message from now-former chief medical officer Dr. Deena Hinshaw in the early stretches of the COVID pandemic. It caused citizens and businesses alike to restrain and compromise their own activities and freedoms for the betterment of the whole.

Those exhortations and orders to reduce and restrict everyone's well-being will make a comeback if the severe drought scenarios materialize. Schulz and Smith will face pressure to declare a new provincial state of emergency.

During her largely dire presentation on the state of dry Alberta, Smythe also made an optimistic point about the public's willingness to comply. While Calgary imposed water restrictions, Red Deer didn't, she noted--but because its residents consume Calgary media, the messages put a dent in that central Alberta city's water use, too, and parched fields may demand Albertans to all be in this together in 2024, to share, to compromise. That collective spirit didn't always work so well throughout the pandemic, and our current premier was among those who pushed back, but this time is necessarily different.

Smith leads a government that must steward a public resource we all use, and the consequences could be dire and wide-ranging if the collective fails to do so.

[offender42085]

Post 1044

"The only thing that keeps me from exceeding the guideline with a higher minimum sentence is that I am worried that it could be the basis for an appeal." --Judge

Chad David Curtis, Michigan inmate 886901, born 1968, incarceration intake in October 2013 at age 44, released September 2022

Criminal Sexual Conduct

At a hearing on October 3, 2013, former major league baseball player Chad Curtis listened to victim statements before being sentenced to prison.

Afterwards, as Chad Curtis delivered what a prosecutor called an arrogant, self-serving hour-long soliloquy, the three teen victims of his sexual crimes could take no more and walked out of the courtroom.

However, the victims returned in time to hear Barry County Circuit Court Judge Amy McDowell sentence the former major leaguer and school athletic mentor to seven to 15 years in prison for his sexual assault of three girls at Lakewood High School.

For his part, Curtis talked for an hour and accused all the victims of lying during the week-long trial in August, during which Curtis was found guilty of six counts of criminal sexual conduct.

Curtis talked of how he was playing for the Detroit Tigers, one of six teams he would play for in a 10-year career ending 2001, when he decided he wanted to become a servant of God.

Curtis talked at length about all the students he helped by getting his teaching certificate at Cornerstone University. He talked about the people he brought to Christ through his example and the lives he helped turn around even as he waited sentencing in the Barry County Jail.

Barry County Prosecutor Julie Nakfoor Pratt said Curtis’ statement showed an utter lack of remorse and showed that he needed to be put in prison.

“That was the most selfish, self-serving, victim-blaming statement I’ve heard in my career as a prosecutor,” Pratt said. “It speaks volumes about his character, or lack thereof.”

After hearing Curtis’ statement, McDowell sentenced him at the very top of the state sentencing guidelines. The judge said the only thing that kept her from exceeding the guideline with a higher minimum sentence was she was worried that it could be the basis for an appeal.

Following the sentence hearing, defense attorney David Dodge gathered with supporters of his client, including Curtis’ wife and daughter, as they met in a circle and prayed in the courthouse parking lot.

3s

#inmate

[tabbyclaw]

I've been doing these "year's end/year's beginning" posts for a couple years now, so let's keep that rolling.

First off, I didn't finish anywhere near as much writing as I hoped I would this year. I did get some of it out there! Obviously the center of attention was (Hung)over Land, Over Sea (still working on the last part of that trilogy, I promise), and I did three fics across two exchanges (Little Wonders (Oxventure BitD), Check and Mates (BBC Ghosts), and Trade Secret (Megamind)), plus that little Drakken/Shego minific I only posted here. Which is not nothing, and especially the 32k-word fic for a fandom I've never published anything in is not nothing, but it's still disappointing to look at last year's post and realize how little of it came to fruition. My list of things I want to write in 2024 is basically the same as my list of things I wanted to write in 2023. Some of that was just things always being harder than I wish they were, but some of it was also because 2023 was... difficult.

There's some health stuff under the readmore, both mental and physical. It's not super heavy and I don't go into detail, but if you'd rather not read about it I'll say the most important part upfront, which is that I'm basically fine and nobody needs to be particularly worried about me.

Back in April, I said in the tags of my birthday cake post that my body's birthday gift to me was "Symptoms." I was deliberately vague about that, because the symptoms in this case weren't "I think I might have covid," they were "I think I might have cancer." I did not, ultimately, have cancer, but there were multiple tests spread out over a couple months before everyone was sure of that. And the thing that wasn't cancer was still an unwelcome growth that was causing problems and had a very slim chance of deciding to become cancer later in my life, so I still had surgery at the end of August to have it removed. First time I've had surgery! First time I've even been admitted to a hospital. It went fine and I was back on my feet within a couple days, but that was six months where that was constantly in the back of my mind. And it brought a lot more stuff to the front of my mind, and also the rest of my mind.

Thing is, when you've got a medical issue that's going to involve a lot of other doctors you need a primary care physician to be a point of contact for all of it. Which I didn't have, and hadn't had for a good 15 years, and I am eternally grateful to the Urgent Care doctor who pulled some strings to get me established with one. So I went to a new-patient appointment, and after looking at my answers on the intake questionnaires and talking to me for about ten minutes my new GP was already writing me a prescription for antidepressants and anti-anxiety medication and giving me referrals for yet more tests that confirmed a lot of things and explained a few others. The end result of this isn't actually an end result because everything is still constantly being fine-tuned and there are a few issues I haven't even started to address, but what it all comes down to right now is that I'm taking a significant amount of medication for various conditions and it's... sort of working? Some of it? It's hard to tell so far. But it's all definitely having an effect, and part of that is that there have been a lot of days lately where it's much, much harder to make myself sit down and write. This is not 'antidepressants are killing my creativity,' this is 'there is an ongoing restructuring happening in my head and I can't make all the committees work together on everything yet.' It will hopefully quiet down as other things get sorted (and if it doesn't I will make noise about it to my doctor), but for right now I'm just doing my best. And hopefully in 2024 my best will be better than it's been.

#writing #year in review #personal #medical stuff #I do not intend to use that tag often #I'm not interested in talking about myself and my issues #but I wanted to get all of this out there in one place

[wedgedintight]

I'm married but my husband doesn't like bigger women. I'm tempted to post pictures of myself just for someone to talk dirty to me. I don't even care who it is at this point. Drs all day just take the metformin and watch your carbs intake and you'll loose weight but everyone I've talked to on here says don't even try. Dieting never works for more than a few years at most and you'll just end up gaining more weight when you gain it back. I starved myself for the month of August. I couldn't even get out of bed sometimes but I tried to exercise, doing gentle weight lifting. I lost ten pounds. I spent most of the time reading fics about hungry belly's yelling for food and vampires craving blood.

This week, I forgot to log my calories in my food tracking app and decided to just start again on Monday. But I was still determined to eat well. Salad and tuna for me!

But then today on Thursday I snapped. I can't explain why but cereal and milk has always been a binge food for me. There's something so satisfying about opening a new box of rice Krispies and pouring bowl after bowl until like a treat I get to the dust at the bottom. And it's pumpkin spice latte season so I got on of those. And a big bag of potatoe chips.

I went to lay down and listen to my stomach gurgling.

But then reality hits and I have a migraine from it I guess because of insulin resistance. Hopefully the next post can be a hunger kink not a stuffing kink.

#pathetic loser #dairy entry

[thatdizzyfeeling]

August 22, Tuesday

Intake: 1188

Exercise: 0

Net: 1188

Creeped out of my head a bit today. Listened to old music. Didn’t finish lunch. Retail therapy. Found a flattering shirt that I want to make a pattern out of. Didn’t snack after dinner, talked myself out of a binge. Considering fasting soon.

#journal #personal