#Benefits of eating boiled egg

[munch-mumbles]

everyone please clap <- guy who stayed home and made pudding (waiting on it to finish setting rn) instead of giving in to the Sweets Urge and running out to the gas station to drop 10+ bucks on snacks

[sehatgyantips]

उबला अंडे खाने के फायदे

[scoriarose]

Sometimes my enrichment ideas don't go over as well as I'd hoped. I'd seen some snakes who had a great time eating egg yolk from a glass, and I tried that with my girls. I took it out of the egg as the egg was far too big, and while at first I thought of making a hole in it I remembered how many times Sakura has tried to eat her dish. And her house. And the door to her enclosure when food touched it. Sure, wild snakes might eat eggs and regurgitate the shells just fine, but there's a lot of dangerous things wild snakes have to do that really wouldn't bring any benefit to making my girls do them.

So I broke an egg into a shallow glass they couldn't get stuck in.

Sakura was absolutely baffled by this strange object. After curiously inspecting the egg yolk, it burst in her face, and exploded a yellow mess? It was then I realized I may as well be showing her an alien as she'd never seen anything like this bizarre object before in her life.

"I found a yellow ball. I touched the yellow ball. It melted into a liquid! Why did this happen???"

And she pondered the egg throughout the day, repeatedly going over to look at it again and again. It absolutely mystified her. Perhaps she was checking to see if it would do any other strange tricks, or maybe even go back to being a solid.

She seemed equally interested in the strange barrier surrounding the yellow liquified ball.

It is best to ponder life's deep questions while looped through your favorite thinking orb.

If that fails, try caressing the forcefield itself to see if it will reveal its mysteries.

Scoria wanted absolutely nothing to do with the egg in the glass, and attempts to even show it to her only led to her fleeing from it. Both seemed relieved when the bizarre thing was gone. Ah well, perhaps they might like a boiled egg slice in a familiar food dish next time. While some snakes enjoy a treat of raw egg yolk, my girls will probably be happier not going through that excitement again any time soon.

[aromantic-goldfishdeactivated202]

at the point in my life where I’m eating boiled eggs on purpose for their nutritional benefits. I fear it may be too late

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

can i pamper yves? yes or no. honest question. i get spontaneous bursts of energy to care for someone, but i mostly just would like to show how i care even if it’s probably not as sufficient as him in this relationship. i would probably feel bad to just take all of the love and not give any back. i would draw him and make playlists and probably shittily made food for him that i think he would like. maybe i write in a journal about silly little observations about him that i find endearing and gift it to him later on. i know he doesn’t like surprises, but i would do small ones just for him. i want to show that i care!!! (and not overstep any boundaries.)

also, how does he feel about us mast of bating ? occasionally. rarely i get the urge. i think there can be health benefits to it. 🤷‍♀️

- 🌷

You're more likely to get Yves to initiate sexual intercourse with you if you pamper him without expecting anything in return.

He treats masturbation as something normal and mundane. To him, it's no different than how you would watch TV at a certain time. He would record it and take notes, observe everything from every angle but he derives no sexual arousal from this. Only contentment that he gets to see another part of you. He just likes watching you under a microscope and recording your every move, every behavior and every thought.

He would appreciate everything you described, especially when it doesn't take away his role as the main caregiver in the relationship. And you are truly spoiling him by giving him such precious data about yourself to fill his information vault.

In exchange for every unique drawing you give him, Yves would shower you with more affection. Spoiling you rotten for doing that to him first; with these he can identify your average stroke strength and depth. He also loves how you depict him too, Yves will never turn down materials that show how you perceive the world no matter how trivial or repetitive.

He would spend hours listening and analyzing the playlist you made him, discerning patterns and beats, why did you choose these songs for him? Why is it every third song is in the hip hop category? Do you actually like these songs or does it simply remind you of him? Are you relating to any of the lyrics?

Yves would definitely appreciate the food although he doesn't eat much. However, it's the process you took to make it that interests him way more. Whose recipe are you using? How do you crack the eggs? In what way do you stir? Could you multitask? When faced between tending to a boiling kettle and a bubbling pot, which would you turn off first? Why do you think he might like this dish of yours?

The one he would love the most and become giggly, overcome by cuteness aggression is your journal that you would have given him. It shows him your world. Much, much more of your world. He wants to know what interests you, how you experience different things and what catches your attention.

On the day he receives this journal, he would feign ignorance. But he is actually trying extremely hard not to shake out of excitement. Upon explaining what it is, Yves will pick you up and twirl you around joyfully. Praising you for giving him such a wonderful, beautiful gift. Loving you up and down as a reward. Gently nibbling your cheeks to try and satisfy some of that urge to squeeze the adorableness out of you.

He will be on cloud 9 for the next few weeks. You would notice that he's clingier and a lot more affectionate towards you than usual. Sometimes even to a nauseating degree, but he just couldn't help himself. He adores you, he reveres you. This is such an amazing feeling, he also wanted you to experience this too. And he does it by manipulating the environment and drugging you to feel this euphoria.

So, as long as he is in this state, you will be too. The glee and happiness you will feel are indescribable, it transcends language and actions. It's something unearthly. You feel free and giddy all the time, excited for everything that is going to happen.

Yves is actually very easy to please and pamper. He especially loves things that serve as major enrichment in his mind enclosure. Yves's scientific, analytic, mathematical brain needs something to chew on, and it will eat up anything about you. The most delicious feast for his thinker is information that you've willingly given up to him. That is why he worships the journal very much.

Nothing is a surprise for him, really. He already knows and predicted what you're going to do. It's the intent and effort you put into this that gets him hot and bothered under the collar, that gets his heart swelling out of pure adoration for you. The fact that you cared, walked the talk and paid attention aroused him greatly and is one of the very few things that would get him tight in the pants.

He is delighted to feel valued. And you may see these as small gestures, but to Yves, they're grandiose displays and declarations of love, not even the most romantic and strongest gods can compete. It makes Yves swoon over how much romance and sweetness you could possibly express to him.

So in short, yes. You can pamper Yves. Not by copying what he does to you, but by willingly giving up data about yourself. Data that was never seen or obtainable before. Precious, precious data.

Because he is the caregiver, and not you. The 'pampering' he will appreciate the most are those that could help him take care of you better.

[redflagshipwriter]

Reassembly 6

Masterpost is here.

Peter woke up on the library sofa that he was beginning to think of as his and hefted his bag over his shoulder.

He was doing okay. Really, he was fine. Considering that he was a minor with no resources or adults to help him, his life wasn't so bad.

Last night he'd gone to the gym early and thought about washing his dirty clothes in the shower. He hadn't, but he figured he would have to eventually. He could wear everything at least twice before it was an issue, right?

He chewed on that thought on his way to get breakfast. Today's hotel buffet had boiled eggs, which was new and exciting hotel fare. He made buttery whole grain toast and tried to calculate how many calories he was probably getting on this breakfast buffet lifestyle. ….on the good buffet days 1000 per day, at least.

There was no chance that it was enough to fuel Spider-Man. He had whole fat milk and juice to bulk it up, instead of water, but he knew it really wasn't enough.

‘Maybe I should be going to two buffets per day. They'd notice if I took a day's worth of meals from any one place, but they're open for hours.’

This place was one of the ones that had little plastic tubs of peanut butter with the peel off lid. With a guilty look over at the inattentive desk worker, Peter pocketed a couple for a snack later in the day. The only other non-refrigerated thing that looked small enough to pocket were rolls, and there weren't a ton of those. He took one.

He still had most of the cash from the wallet, but the idea of spending it seemed like a bad one. He might need it a lot more in the future.

‘I should look into food banks?’ That seemed right. There'd been a time after Uncle Ben died that Aunt May had gotten help that way.

Hopefully not for long. Maybe that potential client would hire him today. And them-

….how would they pay him? Peter put his face in his hands and breathed into his fingers for a bit. He didn't have a bank account. Could he open a bank account using only his birth certificate? Probably not! He definitely needed to figure out the social security number thing. Fast.

Peter didn't cry but it was a close thing. It was just… it was all so overwhelming. Nothing was just easy. He couldn't even just work and get paid because there were a billion steps needed before you could get money you'd earned.

Grimly, he wondered if there was something else. There was probably a way to get paid under the table, same day. Manual labor? Some kind of bottom barrel criminal stuff like smuggling or whatever it was people did with drugs?

He wouldn't mind the manual labor, except that it would be a very big problem for his under-fueled metabolism. But he probably had to choose hunger over small time crime. Didn't he? Peter bit his lip and wondered what Aunt May would say. She'd never broken the law, he was pretty sure. But she was a huge proponent of children getting to eat. Maybe she'd forgive him.

That was probably all beside the point. Peter didn’t know how to do any of that. He couldn’t survive by doing crime if he tried. He was kind of relieved to dismiss the idea that way.

‘School really might be my way out,’ Peter thought longingly. ‘If I get a scholarship and housing, that’s a ton of my problems solved right there. I’d be able to get a legit job a lot easier with an address and maybe a student ID.’

That was a longer term plan, then. For now, he had to figure out how to eat until that panned out.

Unbidden, he remembered Kon’s unused kitchen and endless credit cards.

Peter instantly felt a deep well of shame. He wasn’t going to use Kon like that. He wasn’t befriending Kon to benefit. That would be majorly messed up.

He was really looking forward to their planned hangout today, though. He didn’t feel guilty at the thought that he’d probably get to eat there if he cooked. That was normal, that was the kind of thing that friends did. It would be weirder to invite him over and not eat together.

They hadn’t exactly picked a time. Peter figured he would kill time until the library opened at 10, check his email, maybe study a little, and then head over. He didn’t want to go over there so early that Kon fed him both lunch and dinner. It had been fine last time, but it would be tacky to orchestrate that on purpose.

Social Security numbers. Peter mentally reframed the day’s mission to that. He’d check the email, sure, but rather than studying coding he was going to figure out how to get a social security number.

Well. Two. One for his real name, and one for his office workersona.

Peter cleared out of the hotel lobby when he heard an employee start to move around in the office behind the desk. He went to another hotel, got a piece of toast, fruit, and coffee, and then killed time by walking around for a couple of hours.

He wound through the morning crowds with an easy grace and enjoyed the pretense that he was one of them, a regular guy headed to work or something. It felt good to be lost in a crowd and have absolutely no one look at him like he was sticking out. He was having a terrible time but honestly, for a homeless jobless teenager, he was doing a really good job. He didn’t look weird or smell bad, and he’d figured out at least a short term survival strategy and a long term plan that he was working towards.

Oh. Peter felt a twist in his gut. He didn’t stop walking but he felt guilty about it. He probably shouldn’t be mindlessly burning energy by walking around, not when he was eating maybe half of what an average human should eat per day. Mr. Stark had put his ideal intake around 3500 calories, more if he was active. He had a lot of muscle that he really didn’t want his body to cannibalize for fuel.

…There were still a couple hours until the library opened. Peter really, really wished he at least had a library card. If he’d been able to take out a book he could sit on a bench somewhere and kill time without looking too weird. He could even go to a diner and get like, a one dollar black coffee and hang out. Since this was a fantasy, he went ahead and mentally added a cinnamon roll to the imaginary order. Wow, luxury!

Peter laughed to himself. No one looked at him, because this was New York City and a kid laughing on the sidewalk was banal.

It was a weird little goal, but it made him smile. He’d fix his life. He’d have a legal identity, and a place to sleep, and be able to go to school and work. When he got to that point he’d be able to go to a restaurant and order a cinnamon roll and not worry about anything, except how he was going to get back to his universe or whatever. You know, just the normal concerns, not survival.

He killed time in a park, watching ducks bob around and groom each other. The sunshine did something for his mood. When he felt it had been long enough he went to the library and followed through on his plan. He didn’t have any emails yet, except a notification from the job site saying that employers were looking at his profile and he could see who, for a nominal fee!

Peter deleted the email, disgruntled. Seemed kinda predatory.

He went on to learn about the social security system. Apparently they were assigned randomly, and there were multiple physical addresses that issued cards. There were more of them than he’d expected. He found one in a 3rd floor address nearby that was open from 7am to 4 pm and figured out how to get there and what the building looked like. Then he did more reading, brow furrowed, trying to figure out what to do.

It might be more secure to make it look like he was an immigrant who got a social security number assigned as an adult. If he claimed to be from out of the country, then it would be harder to research where he supposedly came from.

On the other hand, he didn’t want to lose his identity as a New Yorker. That was important to him. Peter bit his lower lip and thought it over.

Actually. You didn’t have to be born in the states to be a real New Yorker. He made up imaginary back stories for both of his IDs. The worksona was a born citizen, because Peter didn’t think that was likely to get looked into much. Since that person didn’t really exist, he was going to abandon it as soon as he didn’t need it.

His real ID for the universe was going to be from overseas. He decided that he’d been born in… Moldova.

Peter took a moment to look up Moldova to be sure it still existed in this universe. It did, and it seemed about the same. No travel restrictions to the United States, but not much economic power. It was not a common place to come from, but that fit his purposes. He didn’t want someone to ask why he didn’t speak whatever his supposed native language was.

…Peter made a mental note to look up language resources. Even if he’d supposedly emigrated at a young age, it would be more convincing if he knew at least a little. And it would be a good way to spend some time.

Huh. That was an idea. He probably couldn’t take books out of the library, but he could get a notebook and a pencil for like, 2 dollars, and take notes here. Then he’d have something to study in the hours he was outside with nothing to do. He’d look a lot less weird just sitting around if he looked like a student.

He took a minute to look up their flag and a few trivia points. Then Peter called it good enough for now and started off towards Kon’s apartment.

It would be a lie to say that it was convenient. It could have been worse, but it was far enough that Peter would have used the subway if he had the money to spend.

…He made a note to look into subway hopping. That wasn’t a real crime. It shouldn’t cost anything to use public transportation, it was literally built for public use. But right now, on the way to see a friend, seemed like a bad time to possibly get held up for a misdemeanor.

So he walked. It took him 40 minutes to get to the apartment block. He ducked into a dollar store that he passed on the way to get the notebook and pencil he had decided on, feeling good about it. His stomach grumbled when he passed the cooler with sandwiches and drinks. He ignored it as best as he could and directed his gaze elsewhere. It was easier to be hungry when there wasn’t food nearby.

Peter knocked on the door with his knuckles.

The door opened before he could call out. Kon grinned down at him and then whooshed back to let him in.

“Thanks,” he said. “Have a good day so far?”

Kon shrugged. The light caught on the metal spikes on his jacket with the movement. He turned around and walked ahead of Peter. “I was out of town ‘til this morning, sleepover with some friends,” he said.

Somehow the sight of his absurd muscles peeking out the mesh window startled a cough out of Peter, even though he’d been there when Kon modified the jacket.

“How about you?”

Peter’s brain took a moment to come online. “Uh, I was at the library this morning,” he said. At the weird look Kon gave him, he shrugged self consciously and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I’m looking into college stuff,” he justified. That was really normal.

“...College, huh.” Now Kon looked uncomfortable. “You must be smart.”

Peter’s face burnt red. “In some ways,” he dodged. “Are you gonna go?”

Kon blinked at him. “I mean….” He gestured at himself with one hand. “I’m not exactly the type, am I?”

“Because you’re hot?” Peter asked, confused. What else was that gesture at his pecs supposed to illustrate?

They stared at each other. Then Kon broke out into snickers. “Because I’m not that smart,” Kon said, like it was a fact of life. “It’s just not for me.”

Kon was laughing, but Peter felt… he felt kind of angry, actually. “Who told you that?” he demanded. He curled his hands into fists in his pockets. “Why don’t you think you’re smart? Eff that. You could go to college. Maybe you should go with me,” he added impulsively. He could help Kon figure it out. Honestly, Kon probably needed help if his parents weren’t talking to him about school or a job.

“Where are you going?” Kon asked. He cocked his head to the side.

Ah. Well. “I’m not very far in the process yet, but I was thinking about Gotham U for engineering,” Peter admitted.

Kon started laughing for real. “Gotham,” he gasped. “Gotham? Me, in Gotham?”

Peter felt his shoulders hunch up. “They have a good program,” he said stiffly. He hadn’t thought Kon would laugh at him. His throat felt tight. He took a step backwards without thinking about it. Maybe this was a mistake.

Somehow Kon tuned into his mood even without looking. He held up a hand, flustered through the remnants of his snickers. “No– no, I mean, I have a friend in Gotham,” he said. “I didn’t expect you to bring that up as a possibility.”

Oh. The stiffness in his shoulders relaxed, just a bit.

“Maybe I should go,” Kon mused. “And surprise him. That would be really funny.”

Peter shrugged.

[cheriladycl01]

Quirk #14

Here is my fourteenth quirk idea! Feel free to use this in your fanfics (just give me credit if you directly got it from me) obviously I know however I’m not the only creative person in the world and that some people may have also had these ideas before me!

Quirk: Dual Mind

This user can ‘lock in’ different states of minds that you find all within the brain on both themselves and others. Which could include stuff like heightened focus, unshakeable confidence or raging (like in BG3)

This entails:

- Can turn off their emotions and physical and mental pain.

- Can use a hyperfocus on tasks which is easy for studying or getting a mission underway.

- Can make enemies feel different emotions by putting them in a guilty mind set which could make them hesitate and become sloppy in their attacks.

- Any mind set you can think of they can apply but it comes with the price of her sanity.

Weaknesses

- She needs anchors, people who are able to bring her back from these mind sets as she struggles with her identity and derealisation all the time.

- She has to have eyes on the individual if she’s using her quirk on someone else.

- Overuse can lead to her falling too far into one of her mind sets, so she may be a little feral or emotionally detached.

Strengths

- She’s able to use it on herself and allies as a boost and use it on enemies to stop them so it’s a three way quirk that benefits everyone for what they’re trying to do. (Works for both if this OC is bad or good)

- She’s stronger with an anchor around as she can easily slip in and out of different mind sets knowing that that person is around for backup if overuse happens etc.

- I can imagine it would be handy in everyday life too, getting homework done, cleaning etc

Hero Name: Zenith

Zodiac: Libra

Ethnic Background: Japanese/ Mexican

Height: 5ft 2

Weight: 100 ibs

Style: Glam

Physical Traits: Half red Half Back hair

Mannerisms: Always taking photos of everything, herself, her surroundings, her friends, the sunset, her class works … everything.

Favourite:

Food: Scone with Jam and Cream

Drink: Maté

Colour: Rich Colors, Red, White, Brown

Weather: Cool Cloudy

Possession: Her grandmothers butterfly broach, she never leaves the house without it.

Morning Routine:

She has one of those insane 15 step Korean Skin and Haircare Routines that takes like 1 hour. She’s the type to wake up in silk pijamas with a bonnet on to keep her hair silky and smooth and pull her eye mask down and smile at the sun coming through her curtains.

Hobbies:

Rich people hobbies, Golfing, Shopping, Polo, HorseRiding, Skiing, Investing, Collecting Antiques.

Special Skills:

Probably that the fact that she can hyperfocus in split seconds and get homework done that would normally take 3 hours done in 45 minutes.

Pet Peeves:

People eating smelly foods in enclosed public spaces, like girlie would gag and be fighting off a feral mindset and not even say anything to the person eating boiled eggs, tuna and tofu.

Bad At:

English - Japanese was hard enough alongside Mexican and she does NAWT like languages.

Biggest Fear:

Being in a Zoo (what if all the animals just got out).

Greatest Flaw:

Her need for an anchor and her sheer dependence on that person and the depth of that relationship.

Goals:

To be a hero/ or a villain (depending on the story)

Who I see them with:

Guys - BAKUGO, Aizawa

Girls - Mina , MIDNIGHT

[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

(Content warnings: SFW, Friendly 141, good feelings)

Reader POV:

The rest of the morning was much calmer. You got to run a few quick errands with König before joining the team again for lunch. First on the list was a quick stop at the grocery store where he grabbed a few essentials and two cold bottles of Gatorade to refuel. As he stopped by the post office to check for mail, you guzzled yours down like it was the first beverage you'd seen in years. And as your thirst was quenched, you could feel your stomach begin to demand similar attention. Luckily, once König returned to your side, he led you back across base for a much needed lunch.

It wasn’t until you arrived at the mess hall that you realized just how hungry you were. That sparring match had taken a lot out of you. But an appetite had been the furthest thing from your mind until the fight was over. Now you were ravenous and felt like you could eat everything in sight! You piled your plate high with hot food. Recalling Soap’s naughty joke from before, you stopped to grab a few hard-boiled eggs for some much needed protein before trailing behind König in search of seating.

As the two of you crossed the room, you were surprised to find that a small crowd had gathered around one table in particular. Almost the entire squad was there! Well, excluding Ghost of course. Ever since that morning, he had been nowhere to be found. And you weren't complaining. Drawing nearer, you spotted a familiar mohawk peeking out above the throng. Soap was seated on the edge of the table, his gestures animated as he held their attention in the palm of his hand.

"You should've seen her," he said, excitedly. "Ghost was furious!"

As you drew nearer, Soap spotted you through the little crowd and beckoned you over. "Here she is now! If it isn't the lass who lived!"

All eyes turned towards you and König as questions flew at you from every direction. It seemed that you had become 141's little celebrity overnight!

"Did you see his face?"

"What did he look like?"

"Serves me right for missing training yesterday. I'd pay to see that."

"Did he really put you in a headlock? That’s fucked up."

"Man, I bet he’ll think twice before messing with you again.”

You gave them all a sheepish wave, quickly sitting down next to König. You hadn't expected to garner so much attention. It was a bit overwhelming. But on the heels of your feud with Ghost, it felt nice to get some friendly attention too.

König raised a protective arm, shielding you as he shooed everyone away. "Autographs and interviews can wait until after she's eaten," he chuckled. "Please, give her some space."

At his order, the crowd gradually began to dissipate. You still earned a few fist bumps and multiple claps on the back though as they all trickled back to their own tables.

You ventured a quick glance around the room to confirm Ghost's continued absence.

"Where is Ghost anyway? I haven't seen him at all since this morning."

"Probably sulking in his room, still patching up his pride," Soap giggled, attacking a heap of french fries with fervor.

"I didn't know this would be such a big deal."

"Big? This is huge!"

For the rest of the meal, Soap and Alejandro both showered you with compliments on your match and gave you a few helpful pointers for general self defense. König chimed in as well, offering to show you a few ways to get out of a headlock. It was a lot of information to absorb all at once, but you still tried to soak up everything that you could. You had no plans to spar with Ghost a second time. But if you ever found yourself in danger after your visit, the knowledge could really come in handy.

After you'd cleaned your plate, you pushed away from the table, ready to head to your room. Your plan was to read a bit or nap until König was done with his tasks for the day. And it would have the added benefit of removing any chance of crossing paths with Ghost for a good while.

"You're leaving?" Alejandro looked up from his plate.

"Well, yeah. I know you guys have more training and stuff to do. I was just going to wait in my room until König was done."

"Stay and tag along! You've earned your stripes. Consider yourself an honorary member of 141! You're one of us now."

Soap nodded in enthusiastic agreement, beaming at you from across the table as you sat back down.

"If this is true," König added. "Then she will need a callsign. A nickname to make it official."

"True, true." Soap leaned back in his chair, scrutinizing you as he thought. "How about Kitten? She's soft and cuddly, but she's still got claws."

He hissed, curling his fingers and swiping at the air.

"No, no. That's not tough enough. Escúchame," Alejandro chimed in, arcing his hand over his head in a flourishing reveal. "Ángel de la muerte. It means 'Angel of Death'! Beautiful, but deadly."

Soap shook his head in clear disagreement, stating that it was too much of a mouthful to be a functional callsign. So both of them began to go back and forth, taking turns ardently explaining why their individual ideas were better. As they bickered, you turned to König.

"What about you?" You said, grinning. "I want to know what you would call me."

After a brief pause, he answered with a smile in his eyes. "You are small and cute. But you can scare an opponent who is big. For me, it is easy. I would call you Maus."

"Mouse, eh?" Soap slowly nodded, mulling it over. "I like it!"

"Our own little field mouse," Alejandro smiled softly. "It’s perfect.”

You beamed. Looking around the table, you felt a sense of belonging. It felt like family, like home. Though König was your boyfriend, the rest of them had no obligation to like you. They could have easily brushed you off and ignored you throughout the entire visit. But they hadn’t. They’d instead wrapped their arms around you, taken you under their wing, and treated you as one of their own. It was a small gesture, but to you it was everything.

“Welcome to the team, Maus.”

[would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend]

Would a Chansey be a good pet?

A chansey would, in fact, be an excellent pet! One of the best! This is a rare case in which, after calculating their score, the pokémon’s final number is higher than it was before considering the boons and penalties of their move set!

Perhaps the biggest downside to chanseys when it comes to pet ownership is their rarity. They are well known to be elusive and slick (Red/Blue, Gold), as well as small in number out in the wild (Silver), so they may be a hard pet to adopt, especially if you are looking at ethical means of adoption. However, if you did manage to adopt one, they would be one of the best pets you could have. They’re a bit on the larger size, but certainly nothing too unmanageable (though they would take up a lot of room on the couch!). Personality-wise, chanseys are kind-hearted, compassionate, and generous (Yellow, Diamond). They have a strong sense of other-people’s character as well: they don’t like to share their eggs with those they deem to have “evil in their hearts” (Pearl). So, as long as you don’t have evil in your heart (which I hope you don’t, beyond in an ironic sense), they will likely get along with you well.

Chanseys have a particular soft spot of the sick and injured (Diamond, Black/White), which is likely why they’re often seen helping out at medical facilities. They’re natural healers. The eggs that chanseys can almost always be seen carrying don’t serve a reproductive purpose; rather, chanseys offer them to those in need of healing as their nutritional value help with the natural healing process (Yellow). Chanceys lay multiple eggs a day (FireRed), and take special care to keep them from breaking or getting into the wrong hands (Gold, Pearl). If you have a close bond with your chansey, there’s a good chance (pun intended) that they would share their eggs with you. These eggs can be used to treat injuries or sickness, as I’ve already mentioned, but they also said to be delicious and are considered a high-class cooking ingredient (Ruby/Sapphire, Sword). In fact, these eggs may be used to treat issues with appetite, as they are said to be alluring even to those who aren’t feeling like eating (Ruby/Sapphire).

As far as their moves go, chanseys aren’t all that dangerous. Their small number of troubling moves like Double-Edge or Sing are vastly outweighed by their handful of healing abilities! Life Dew, Heal Pulse, and their signature move Soft-Boiled allow chanseys to heal both themselves and others. This would cut down not just on pet bills, but potentially your own doctor’s bills as well! People who are particularly prone to injury or illness could really benefit from having a chansey as a pet, or even as a service pokémon.

In totality, chanseys passes the pet test with flying colors. They are a pokémon that is well known to get along well with humans, and whose empathetic generosity could vastly improve the quality of life for many potential owners.

[rabbitcruiser]

National Egg Day 

National Egg Day on June 3 finds eggs finally breaking out of their shell.

Eggs had some tough years as health experts fretted about the high cholesterol content. But after a revision of the American Heart Association’s guidelines in 2000, the health benefits of eggs seemed to outweigh the concerns. The AHA says healthy adults can enjoy an egg per day and easily remain within the daily cholesterol limit.

Also, a single egg has only 75 calories, which is great for those looking to lose weight. And the seven grams of protein in an average egg almost makes this a superfood with a great calorie-to-protein ratio. So those of us who are big fans of poached, scrambled, over easy, hard-boiled, fried, sunny-side-up, or soft-boiled eggs can feel free to use National Egg Day to utter that timeless phrase, “How do you want your eggs?” And it doesn’t matter if it’s 7am, 7pm, or somewhere in between.

Eggs are great to eat anytime … or any day, for that matter.

National Egg Day timeline

Neolithic AgeWhich Came First?

Archaeological evidence for egg consumption dates back to this period.

1400 B.C.Earliest Records

Fowl lay eggs for human consumption as early as 1400 B.C., according to records from Egypt and China.

300 B.C.What an Idea!

Chicken farmers start incubating chicken eggs in warm clay ovens.

1920sPrimitive Methods

Eggs are still mostly farmed in backyards.

National Egg Day Activities

Try eating a non-chicken egg

Try a new recipe with eggs

Emphasize eggs in your day’s activities

Although Americans primarily eat chicken eggs, that’s not the case in all cultures. Pheasant, quail, goose, gull, and turkey eggs are all popular to eat around the world, offering a slightly different taste from chicken eggs. Consider trying duck eggs, which have more of an orange and blue tint to them. Do you need more food at breakfast? An emu egg is equal to about 12 chicken eggs, while an ostrich egg is equal to about 24 chicken eggs.

Don’t let National Egg Day slip away without cooking a new egg recipe. Consider trying an egg recipe from another culture, such as huevos Mexicana, oyakodon (from Japan), or the French "omelet au boudin de Nancy." (Every French recipe just naturally sounds great.)

Eggs aren’t just for eating on this day. Consider visiting the local zoo and see if you can learn more about birds and eggs in nature. Build a birdhouse with a transparent plastic back so you can see the eggs and the hatchlings as they develop. And because it’s June, consider playing Mythbusters at home and testing whether it’s hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk.

Why We Love National Egg Day

Arts & eggs

They can be prepared so many ways

They're good for the brain

Although most people crack the egg shell over the frying pan and don’t think any further about it, uncracked eggshells are great for crafts. Of course, at Easter time, many people paint and decorate hard-boiled eggs. But you can use eggs in arts and crafts at other times too. Hollowed out eggs of all sizes — from ostriches to robins — are used in home crafts and decorations. Just make sure you hollow out the egg first.

We feel pretty confident in saying that, no matter how much you love eating egg dishes, you haven’t tried every possible way to cook eggs. (And if you’re sure you have, you should apply to be the permanent CEO of National Egg Day.) Eggs can be cooked alone or placed in other dishes. Because nearly every culture incorporates eggs into its cuisine, the number of worldwide egg recipes is almost endless.

Nutritionists have not only found that the nutritional value of eggs outweighs their cholesterol level, but that eggs have a positive effect on brain development and on memory enhancement. The nutrient, choline, which is similar to the family of B- vitamins, plays a part in the process of developing signaling molecules in the brain. This means moms should hide the sugary breakfast cereal when it's test day at school for the kids; go with eggs instead!

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[mauvelsy]

wieiad! 18th may 2025

(tw calories)

breakfast : scrambled eggs with sausage, pickle and camembert cheese + two strawberries and a brazilian nut

lunch : sour rye soup with boiled egg, sausage and potatoes

snack : kinder chocolate

dinner : cottage cheese pancakes with powdered sugar, pb, strawberries and blueberries

total : 1230/1615 c, 76/100 g protein

workout : 18 min legs pilates by rosie graham, 2,3k steps

log : the thing is that no matter what my limit is i always try to stay as low, ate big meals but turned out to be 1200? ill stay by that. i hate this bc 1. i torture myself with not eating enough 2. its too high to lose any weight so its no benefit. | at least good protein today?

[scamornoreviews]

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[maryonmega]

Twin Stars - Chapter 5

A new thing (is it a good thing?)

{{Ah, Stars, I dropped I dropped my self control. The original chapter was posted on my birthday, the little self indulgence (Isafrin) was my gift to myself.

Speaking of Isafrin, CW for internalized acephobia and a little bit of sugestive writting.}}

You brace yourself for the next period of time. Going through the moves without Loop makes you nervous, makes it possible to contradict each other. It's fine, you're fine, you'll just have to catch it up when you two have alone time to "tell about the loops". Stars, you're being sneaky again. You might try and justify with it not being just about you all you want, but it's the truth.

Your group meet up in the dining area, and you let the smell of different foods sooth your nerves. Another way that you're weird. You've been out for over a month, made camp that were small and your tent wouldn't block the smells, yet it seens like the confort that this particular thing won't fade anytime soon. You don't like the origin, but you do like Bonbon's eyes when you happily sniff what they prepare.

Tho, this time, it's not Bonbon food. Not that it's disappointing on it's own, you just think they could use the quick fix, too. After all, you're pretty much toeing the northwest and north separation. If everything goes right, they'll see their sister again in two days. Maybe even tomorrow night, depending of the group's mood.

You're not surprised when they're the first one to talk, either. Not to you, but to Odile. You're too busy noticing their pineapple juice and thinking that maybe you should tell about that.

"Where's Sisy? It's not good to skip meals."

Oh, that got you off guard!

"Sisy, Bonnie?"

"Yes. Phus sounds dumb."

You just nod to the irrefutable argument while Odile puts her plate down carefully to not topple over the crushed boiled eggs. "Sisyphus is already in bed and I don't think they're waking up anytime soon."

"They're tired to the very soul."

You realise a second too late that it came from you. A saving throw! Now!

"I don't remenber a lot from traveling alone, but it's exausting when you only have what fits your pockets. Then we met again but still have problems with our memory. It's weird, it's like... " You think about acts and shudder. No, not going there "Like reading a story skipping random chapters."

Odile eyes you over her dinner, but decides to eat in silence. You feel a mix of relief and horror.

You see resident bookworm Mirabelle wince in pain at the idea. Just because you're a bit rusty pun wise doesn't mean you can't make funny moments happen.

Is it weird? To be lingering in their present the day you're supposed to have met with long lost family, a vague yet sweet sensation on your chest? Maybe not. No one in your little circle is unfamiliar with coping with abnormal situations by trying to act like things are normal. Specially you, as your eyepatch won't let them forget. Would that benefit you, right now, tho?

"... But, if coconuts have hair and milk, aren't they mammals?"

Stars, how long did you stay stuck in your head?! Not good, not fair. You really need to train out this bad habbit.

"I hope not, that would be nuts."

"That was lame even for you."

Hm, maybe acting as normal is not just you. Good? You dig into your memory to try and be sure. It's hard, it gets frustrating, but you're almost sure that something like that happened around the time Bonnie joined. Not quite like that, you all had to nurse them back to health, after all, but you did try to put on an image of normalcy, didn't you?

Stars, with everything that gets lost in the way, it's like a miracle that you didn't forget their names.

One thing that sticks out is when Mira cuts the casual air in the table in a way very reminiscent of her speech in the sleepovers, before... Well, before you torn the script to shreds because you felt like they were messing it up.

(Bonnie was right, you were being quite stupid)

It's not about walking out this time, it's about the elephant in the room that you were trying to avoid for so long: everyone hoped that Bonnie's assumption was right, but there was always the possibility that taking them with you wouldn't happen.

The others join in to present ways you can stay connected, even if not traveling together, but Mirabelle os still at the center. She doesn't look nervous when she smiles at Bonbon and says that she wants to see them grow up and become taller than herself.

You want, too. You want to see if their dream of having a restaurant will stick. How handsome they'll be and how far they'll let those unpolished smarts take them. If they'll settle for good or still carry that drop of wanderlust. What type of person they'll befriend beside all of you, if they'll one day date, get bonded, or go through the realisation Mira is yet to right now.

But Mirabelle is the one that puts those thoughts into words that won't pratonize them too much. If Mira was better by the end of your journey, medicated she was like a goddess.

You all go back to your rooms after the meal. It has been quite a full day, after all.

You and Isabeau change into your night clothes with your backs to each other, only getting in bed after both are confirmed ready. Isa rolls to his side by the wall, and you pull the sheets up to your nose so your smirk won't betray the fake annoyance.

"You didn't even call dibs this time."

"I already took it, you'll have to live with that."

You mock scoff, and hear a softer laught than usual (maybe because it wasn't as funny, maybe because he's tired too). You let your body and face relax, and, before your dumb brain has a chance to overthink, you get your hand out of the sheets and almost into Isabeau's personal space. He places his hand on yours, and it's soothing. 

There's still a lot of thoughts to sort out, some including him, some not, but, right now, the contact is soothing. You want to close the gap and bury your face in his chest, to give him a kiss, like you itched to do so a few times but froze before you could (rich of you to call anyone a coward, Siffrin). But the objective is to sleep, and going further than hand holding still can be overwhelming. Maybe it's not just with you, by the way a darker shade crept all the way down his throat.

It's odd, to have at the same time limited time and more than you could hope for before. One month feels like so long and so little at the same time. You're not sure what really would count as slow, or would cross the line to too slow. You're thankful that Isa is a patiente man.

Is that enough, though? Even before your rough talk, he hasn't pushed, hasn't rushed. You haven't returned fairly. You haven't been fully honest with him.

You're vaguely aware of Loop in the room next door, and that's oddly motivating. Gross. Doing the right thing isn't enough motivation, you need wanting to avoid being confronted about not doing it as an extra push.

...

You know the way he's looking at you now. You know he noticed your shift in mood.

You open your mouth before he can.

"Isa?"

"Sif?"

"There's... Something I haven't told you." Wow, how specific, don't you want to broad a bit more? "Remenber when you asked if I love you the same way you love me?"

"Of course. What about it?" His tone is so soft, but the worry is clear. Of course it is. You are about to give bad news.

"I-I don't think I can." You gently squeeze his hand and hope it draws attention to them "I'm fine with this, and hugging. I'm almost sure I'm fine with kissing, too, but..." Just say it. You could say it to Mira, say it to him. Stop leading him on "I can't... do things past that. I don't think I ever will."

You can't look him in the eye. That phrasing felt like an understatement. The thought of hands on your skin with that kind of intent makes it crawl. The thought of taking him in such a way makes you shudder. The thought of him taking you like that is terrifying.

You feel a gentle caress over your knuckles, and that brings you back to reality. In this moment, you wish hope that he thinks the shudder was nerves. You gave him the info, it's up to him what he does with it. You don't get to think things of what chooses.

"That's the thing?" You nod. "Then it's fine."

What?

"What?" You look at him. You can't quite read his expression, but you do know it's not any less found.

"Are-are you sure?"

He's still caressing your hand. There a warmt in your stomach, but not a bad one.

"Sif. Sifarooni. Siffrin. What I meant was if you love me romantically"

"I know, but- isn't that part of being a couple?"

He looks pensative. Maybe this time it finally sunk in. You wonder if you still can hold hands as friends, and smother that thought as soon as it comes to light. That is Isa's choice to make.

"It can be, but doesnt have to. I'm fine with not being."

You're not so sure.

"Are you not going to miss it, though?"

"Siffrin," no nicknames. Bad sign? "think for a minute. Untill the day before I confessed, I was sure you hated touch, but still wanted a relationship with you. If I can live with no touch at all, I can live with no sex."

... How in the Universe can he say the word so easy?

Not the point here, Siffrin!

"Will you miss it?"

"A bit, but it's nothing unhandleable. I'm fine just being with you."

Your face feels hot. Your eye stings. There's still the chance of being too much, but the craving is stronger. You crawl a bit closer, and get your other arm out. Isa gets the memo, and puts his arm around you, slowly, giving you a chance to pull back. It makes your belly feel warmer. You want this to last, and that allows you to smother the question of how he would "handle" it with the same mental wet towel.

"Then, I think I do love you."

~★~

Sunlight brings a dull ache to your head. You protect your eyes with your hand and blink a lot before sitting up and getting your hair out of your face - oh, right, you're sharing a room with the Researcher. 

You slip out of the bed and change back into your awake clothes, with that sleeveless turtleneck that you haven't had for so long but already is kind of attached. You know Stardust wouldn't dare (the reason is not the point, the point is that you do). It is blinded that you have to put on the effort, you were there first, but clearly it doesn't matter to whoever is the author of your life, so it falls on you the burden of showing that you're not just another one, regardless of technicalities.

Even under this dumb masquared, didn't the Researcher herself say identical twins doesn't mean the same person twice? You don't have to stay tethered.

The loops are over. You don't have to stay by him. You don't have to stay by this party. If you want to dip out, you can.

Even under the ache, the thought gives you some sort of confort. Not having a script anymore... is one of the reasons you've been carrying those bottles. Your newborn-like body also has fresh, newbie to drinking sensibility. Isn't that sweet?

You brush and tie your hair, then turn around, and start to make your way out of the room before you hear her voice.

"Come with us. We need a second table anyway."

Oh, no.

"How long were you awake?"

"A bit. I didn't peek, I swear."

You know she didn't. Your Researcher wouldn't either, and this one seens to be a little nicer. Unlike just enough to be uncanny.

Your head throbs. You really need some water.

"I see you at breakfast, Madame." You're not drinking while hangover, as mild as it may be, let alone in an empty stomach.

You find your way to a bathroom to splash water in your face after drinking your fill, and the face in the mirror taunts you, worse than back in the first day. It's you. It's not you. It's not Stardust. You're not Stardust. Except you are.

You wipe your face dry before putting on a nice smile and going out for the dining area. Is the Kid's temper being influenced by losing one of the main ways to release tension?

You make it there almost at the same time as your roommate. Uncanny. The Kid and the Housemaiden got there first. Of course they did. You're not surprised the Traveler isn't here yet. The Fighter is another story. Something the Fighters seen to have in common is a body still working on a Defender's internal clock. Maybe Stardust will notice the lack of company and go after him. You can and do feel sympathy and amusement at the same time. Still a baby, aren't them?

"Good morning, Madame, Sisyphus." The Housemaiden says, fidging her fingers.

"Good morning." You respond. You don't want that name on your tongue so early on, directed at her.

"Good morning, Mirabelle, Boniface."

"You skipped diner. It's not good to skip meals." The Kid pouts. They're clearly annoyed over inn food. You think they would hit you with the wok if it was their food.

You think of a grilled fish head in a nice napkin. You wouldn't skip on their food if someone offered gold coins.

"I know, Bonnie. I was just really, really tired. It's very draining to travel alone."

"Hnf, I can forgive you. But you'll have to not let that happen again."

"I'll try."

"Don't worry, Boniface, I can help with that."

The latent comic relief instincts tell you it means no more drinking before bed. Beautiful. Speaking of beauty

The Traveler and the Fighter arrive at the same time. Curious. 

You look at the arrangement. The Fighter between the Traveler and the Housemaiden, you next to the Researcher, and the Kid in the end. You could almost believe you're part of this, couldn't you? Such a shame you know the truth. They're only being receptive because you supposedly have a connection to Stardust... A normal one, that is.

Breakfast is nothing lavish, pancakes and a few pieces of fruit, but the time since your return have not been enough to make you take food for granted. Specially food with salt. Getting used to the gross stuff like sweat and potty is a fair price for the chance of enjoying such thing.

The tension that the Kid could release cooking, they did stabbing the poor food like it owned them money.

"Today's the day! You're all meeting Nille! And I can show you my favorite places! Everyone must be unfrozen, so it's gonna be good!"

Nille... Nille... Oh, right, the sister. They... wished to see her again, didn't them? And now this Kid can.

It's not the best of thoughts, but, right now, you kind of also have more selfish reasons to want to meet. It's your second day, and you'll be recieving another person. A stranger, but with a connection that makes not feels like it with the intensity it should. Is this what the others are feeling like with you?

In the corner of your good eye, you notice the Traveler and Fighter moving calves together.

You'd think that would make you angrier, but... Right now, you mostly feel empty. Not numb, a sad type of empty. You think of hands around yours, sweaty to the point of feeling throught your gloves, but still warm and comforting.

And give your signature grin in their general direction. You're not dealing with that right now.

"Touching their ankles? Before bonding? You dare defile my sibling in front of me, defender? Shameful!"

This is easier. No need for a pun and that weird display stopped. Stardust glared at you, but you don't give it the dignity of a reaction.

If he wants you to play a role again, then you'll do it your way.

[shampaisthinking]

Three pieces of advice from my father have brought me here today.

As a child, I was very selfish. I tried to understand my own benefits and gains in everything. Because of this fault of mine, the number of my friends gradually started decreasing. Finally, the situation became such that I had no friends left. But, at that young age, I decided not to blame myself for this and realized that my friends were actually jealous. They could not see the good in me. My father noticed everything, even if he did not say anything.

One night, when I returned home, I saw my father waiting for me at the dining table. There were two dishes of cooked noodles on the table. On one dish, a peeled boiled egg was placed on top of the boiled noodles. On the other dish, my father asked me to choose any dish of noodles.

Naturally, I picked up the dish with the egg. In those days, eggs were a rare commodity in China. It was unthinkable to eat eggs at anyone's house except on festive days. After I started eating, I saw that there were actually two eggs hidden under the noodles in my father's dish. I felt so sad at that time. Why did I rush to choose?

Father was watching me. After eating, he smiled softly and said, "Remember, what your eyes see may not always be true. If you judge a person or a situation only by looking at them, there is a possibility of being deceived."

The next day, my father again placed two dishes full of noodles on the dining table and invited me to eat. Like the previous day, this time too, one had eggs in it and the other did not. I was asked to choose any one of the dishes. I knew from previous experience that what your eyes see may not be true. I chose the dish without eggs. But when I ate, I saw that there was no egg inside.

Father looked at me and smiled again.

"Experience does not always show the right path. Life is very strange. Many times on the way of life, we have to face mirages. It is impossible to escape from them. If you accept what life has given you, you will suffer less. You will definitely use your experience and intelligence, but life will have the final say."

On the third day, the same incident repeated itself. Like the previous day, this time too, one has an egg, and the other does not.

However, one thing was a little different this time.

This time I told my father, you take it first. Then I will. Because you are the eldest in the family, this family runs on your income. Your rights come first.

Hearing these words, my father smiled brightly, although he did not say anything.

After I started eating, I saw two eggs on my plate under the noodles. After eating, my father called me closer. He affectionately held my hand and said, "Remember, gratitude and acknowledging debt are the greatest virtues of man. If you think of others in life, give to others, life will also think of you, and give back to you many times over."

I have remembered and followed these three pieces of advice from my father all my life.

What a wonder, life has truly given me many times over. Where I am today, is it anything but a gift from life?

Shampa..... ✍️

[wuxiaphoenix]

On Writing: Not Tickling Your Fancy

I’ll be up-front here and say I’m personally leery of people who engage in tickling, whether in fiction or RL. I grant this sounds strange from someone who firmly believes that touch starvation is a major problem in modern culture. Bear with me, we’re dealing with a complicated intersection between touch starvation, touch aversion, and nervous system trauma responses.

First, touch starvation. Humans are social creatures. More basic than that, humans are mammals. All mammals, even the egg-laying species, are absolutely dependent on close non-hostile contact with the female of their species for the first vulnerable part of their life. Babies need milk. Babies need warmth. This is such an intrinsic mammalian baseline that it’s not uncommon for mammals to adopt completely unrelated young of their own species, and even care for young of completely different species. Throughout history human infants have been saved because another mammal curled up with them and kept them from freezing. As a cat would put it, a cold kitten is a dead kitten.

Our baseline of touch, our memory long before we have any conscious memories, is that the touch of another person is supposed to be safe. Your body releases oxytocin, all the stress-related ailments improve, and even if you’re starving and exhausted in the middle of a war zone a friendly touch can keep you alive. Because your body believes another human will help, and things will get better.

Of course psychologists have done experiments on this. One of the most well-known presented baby monkeys with “wire mothers” that had formula bottles and “soft mothers” that only had a soft, warm cloth body to cling to. I’m sure you’re not surprised the monkeys preferred the cloth - though further more elaborate experiments showed they’d hang out on wire long enough to eat, then retreat to the cloth. The psychologists writing about it were convinced this showed psychological needs were more important than physical survival.

(Beat.)

Which leads me to seriously doubt the sanity of psychologists. Because, again, cold baby monkey is dead baby monkey.

We don’t have that much in the way of deliberate experiments on human babies. (I hope.) But we have centuries of history relating to orphanages. Boiled down: even when all other factors of food, disease, and warmth are considered, a baby that does not get consistent and friendly tactile contact from a caregiver is far more likely to die. “Failure to thrive” had many causes, some of them undiagnosed food intolerances, but lack of caring touch is the big killer, hands down.

Side note: I suspect this is one reason Martin A. Couney, who set up incubators for premature babies, was so successful. He hired women not just to physically care for the children, but to care about them.

Once you get past infancy, touch starvation is not as immediately lethal. But without friendly tactile contact (companion pets can be a source) your body doesn’t make as much oxytocin, you’re not as protected from stress, and things eventually get nasty. The inverse is also true: one rabbit experiment on high blood pressure and stress had an outlier group that was consistently in good health when they shouldn’t have been. Turned out the lab assistant caring for those rabbits was gentle, handled the animals kindly, and gave them attention. Healthy rabbits, even when stress should have killed them.

So. That’s touch starvation. Given the proven benefits of getting touch from other human beings, why would anyone develop touch aversion - an active avoidance, dislike, hatred, and/or distrust of being touched?

Oh boy. Should I count the ways?

When it comes to why people develop touch aversion, most of the ways I can think of really boil down to two. Miswired nerves, and trauma.

A jury-rigged nervous system is one of the biggest problems in autism, for example. Connections in the brain, and possibly other areas, do not fit the accepted average standard for “regular human”. Mirror neurons in particular, the part of the brain that “echoes” a movement you see someone else doing, tend to not work well in autistics. And by “not well” I’m talking you limp down the road while everyone else took the Maserati. As in, it’s possible to get to the same place, but it takes a lot longer and it’s exhausting.

Among many, many other effects, if your mirror neurons aren’t up to snuff then other people’s movements surprise you. Other people see someone move out of the corner of their eye, their brain registers the movement and anticipates being touched, they’re touched, all is functioning right with the world. If being touched is always a surprise - you startle. And an autistic nervous system tends to just. Keep. Startling.

Potentially for hours.

Yes. You read that correctly. Hours.

Imagine being jump-scared by a friend. They didn’t mean any harm, you know they didn’t, but your heart is still racing, your blood is rushing, your lungs are gasping, there’s pure adrenaline dumped in your veins and you can’t think straight. Now imagine they do it again, and again, no matter how you try to ask them to stop, and you can’t. Think. Breathe. Get away.

For hours.

...And this is one way touch aversion is born. Yes, it’s stressful not to have friendly touch. But living with a constant adrenaline rush and crash kills you quicker.

Meaning if you (or your character) touches someone and they’re later spotted trying to wipe or scrape that area off - a common reaction is “oh, they’re disgusted by touching me, how dare they.” When the actual cause may be the person scraping is desperately trying to regulate their panicking nervous system by giving it an anticipated deep pressure that will finally get the nerves to stop screaming a Red Alert.

Many autistics grow up with trauma around touch. And anyone else, with enough trauma, can also develop touch aversion. Torture is a major cause. Physical abuse, another. 

And here we finally circle back to tickling, and why I find it doubtful.

Tickling is an assault.

Yes, I know, in a healthy relationship, it’s fine. But I’ve had a lot of experience with people who say, “Well, you’re laughing, it’s fine!” even when laughing is an involuntary response and you are begging them to stop.

So. It gets to me. And I tread around mentions of it very carefully.

How to get around someone with touch aversion? My first advice would be don’t. Give them as much space as they need. Consider them like a cat that wandered in from the outdoors. If they sit by you, good. If they start tensing up, back off. And always, always, let them see you coming. Fixing touch aversion, as much as it can be fixed, is a slow, slow process of being safe to be around.

Because safe touch is such a base mammal instinct, for it to go wrong means there’s incredible amounts of damage. This does not heal in a day, a month, or possibly even years. It’ll take as long as it takes.

This is another reason I side-eye portrayals of the aftermath of torture in a lot of books. Mrs. Pollifax and the Hong Kong Buddha is, I believe, one of the better ones. She’s only tortured part of one day, she’s rescued, and yet it takes time for her to reconnect with the world and people she knows are good, safe friends who came to help her.

...Thankfully, none of them tried to tickle her!

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okay but please give us your thoughts re: aisling & food. the public needs to know! <3

GLADLY!!!!!!!!

first off, the food she ate during her time under moira's control was largely prepared by ajay, and up to a certain point was based on very scientific ideas surrounding nutrition, so everything was measured precisely, macros, minerals, vitamins, you name it. it was not based on flavour, most of it was boiled, ajay wasn't a good cook but he was the only one who gave enough of a damn to cook beyond the minimal efforts of other members. turnips were cheap and filling; he'd boil them to mush and she'd eat them so as not to hurt his feelings.

eoin's arrival into her life brought variety. he'd take her for fish and chips. 99s, full irish breakfasts, coffee, taytos. he was a terrible cook, but as time passed, he started working harder and harder to fix that. regardless, he had a better comprehension of food than boiling the life out of it.

then she moved to new york. and stanley's italian. so you KNOW she's getting good food now! plus they live in a very diverse neighborhood. so she's got lasagna, hand-made pasta, limoncello, ragu, meatballs at home, then after the battle of new york, people bring food to each other. lamb biryani, beef goulash, ratatouille, minestrone, mushroom bhaji, empanadas... it's a whole new culinary experience, one that's likely overwhelming but controlled enough by the fact that she's able to ease her way into it. and she adores every last bit of it, but there's also the guilt of enjoying it alone, yk?

also me being me: food is a sort of reflection of aisling's experiences, in that her youth was spent controlled, limited, no variety, just constant tests, missions, routine dictated by schedules that she seldom knew of. controlled meals, controlled aisling. then eoin arrives, shakes it up, she's tasting food that she's never had before, and suddenly ajay's watching her say that she doesn't like turnips. opinions, new experiences, things that the company never intended for her to have. then new york, a whole new world, aisling's free and under no control, so her food reflects that too. it's not just hot dogs and diner food: she's tasting international cuisines, made by people who respect and appreciate her, and she gets to choose for herself what she'd like to eat.

it's also important that aisling begins to cook as a means of processing her grief and trauma, but it's also about her having a say, a voice, a degree of control in the world. stanley and richard give her the opportunity and space to take back power in a world that has largely benefited from her not having any. she starts off small. toast. boiled eggs. fruit salad. then she grows. constantly growing, constantly evolving, always learning new recipes, because within food is a language that she can comprehend.

when she asks people their favorite foods, it's so she can make them something that makes them happy, even on days when they're not. because those days are cruel, but on those days, stanley will make her a grilled cheese sandwich, and richard will play some classic rock and make some hot cocoa on the stove, and it won't fix everything, but it'll remind her that despite the hard days, the lonely nights, the moments when all she wants is to cry, there are still people in the world who'll make a sandwich and belt out old rock ballads at 2AM just to make the world a little lighter.