#Done this yersterday

[artisyone]

on my own downtime from work, a little trip redesign for y'all, as a treat

[katerinaaqu]

Oban Star Racers Aikka Theme

Sooo this is the Part 2 of the "get better" gift for my dear friend Arts-Of-Metamoor (@artsofmetamoor) following right after my small sketch collection:

As you can see this sketch was done in the same day, finished it a bit after midnight but couldn't post it till now. Also I have a slight infection to one of my fingers when I got a light cut so with my hand kinda in pain couldn't do it yersterday either. Sorry for the delay dear! (yeah this is also an old sketch but it took me some time to re-post here as well!) Once again forgive me everyone for the terrible quality of the scanning. I tried scanning the page of my hard-covered sketchbook so it was hard doing it without damaging it! Anyways one again tried to challenge myself into drawing something more complicated without the use of cheat lines and all. I probably messed certain body analogies but I am still satisfied enough with the result. At least I am convinced I can still do it, I guess!

So this is Diego lounching an arrow. The original plan was drawing him drawing the cord, but as I said to my friend the other day, I wanted to cover for my incompitence to draw fingers hold arrows so I made the arrow mid-launch instead.

So I need to mention that it was a conscious choice making him have a hip-quiver. One of them being that I didn't feel confident having him have it in the back but the other is that I was inspired by videos of people like Lars Andersen who practices historical archery and did several experiments in regards to quivers in the back and descovered they are not very practical when running in the forest so maybe Diego in high actions he would have his quiver at his hip and when he is stationary he would have it at his back (since my friend Arts-Of-Metamoor @artsofmetamoor also imagined him with the quiver at the back)

The choice of making the arrow at the draw side was also conscious one. Once again inspired by the historical observations that the arrow could be armed and launched from the draw side and in fact it would be quicker to do so in a heated scene of action: see here

The small piece of lyrics I wrote are of course inspired by the song published by Erutan on YouTube The Willow Maid (I know I know I became obsessed with this while writing about Diego! XD To be honest I have no idea why I imagined it being Diego's song, with his obsession over keeping Caleb close to him at any cost or that he doesn't understand what is going on inside him and in his attempt to do good also, he hurt Caleb immensely)

So a few information about Diego

Diego's back are solid muscles due to the fact that he practiced years in drawing the string of his bow. His body development is still "skinnier" than Caleb's due to the fact that he is not naturally as bulky as Caleb and because he mainly practices archery than heavy weapons like the sphere or battle methods like swordsmanship (although extensively trained to those as well)

Unlike polular belief, archers were some of the fittest soldiers in their units due to their extremely demanding and physical labor with the bow and the battle. However because Diego has a leaner bodytype than Caleb and has less bulky hands, he is oftened referred by Caleb as "skinny" for the funs of it

Diego is up to one point amphidextrous. His main dominant hand is the right one however he can use relatively well his left too. Also due to the excessive excersize with his bow, Diego can shoot perfectly well with both hands so he can hold his bow either with the left or the right hand.

Diego has eyesight higher than average so that allows him to be even more reliable archer. His slit, cat-like eyes have an incredible ability to focus (which allows him notice certain details much better)

Diego is often described as the coquet of his team. He loves wearing more extravagant or decorative clothing (unlike Caleb who prefers more practical and less showy clothing) but he still doesn't wish to lose his mobility and flexibility. So he would often pick comfortable leather boots with decorative buckles and waistcoats or capes with slightly more finesse.

As Diego described his own hair, it can be hard "like horsetail" and made to grow faster. (often compares it with Caleb's who has thinner hair that is prone to breakage. Which is why ultimately Caleb's hair would never grow hip-length like Diego's long locks of hair)

Diego's favorite drinks are Cider and Armagnac (when compared to simpler tastes of Caleb's with ale and wine) but he does enjoy drinking alcohol with friends just like Caleb does.

Diego is a few inches shorter than Caleb (as imagined by my friend @artsofmetamoor )

Diego's voice was inspired by my friend from Ramses from Dreamwork's movie Prince of Egypt and some aspects of his personalty suit too (desperately seeking for approval, taking things at heart, being completely into whatever thing Caleb might be scheming hehehe and above all being always there for Caleb)

Diego tends to have a sweet tooth from time to time. He enjoys puffy cream and custard when he can get his hands on that. He was also delighted when Caleb smuggled some chocolate from earth to Meridian and shared some with him

Diego always called his adopted father by name than call him "father" like Caleb. He might often call him so but more frequently he calls him "Julian" instead.

Ballard is the only known archer who can go toe to toe with his skills.

There are two primarily cultural groups of Shifters, the Mountain and the Desert Shifters. Diego, ironically and tragically descends from both.

@artsofmetamoor has plenty of amazing pieces and features of Diego!

[zablife]

Happy Sunday, my beautiful Lee 🥰 I hope you didn't spent yersterday evening arguing with yourself 😂 and i hope your work during this weekend has been a least a little bit fun!

Have a great work! Sending you all my love 😘

Hi darling, tysm for the love and sending it right back to you! My weekend was productive and not too cold. When I was done with work Saturday, I took in some beautiful lights on an evening walk and it felt very peaceful. Can't say that contentment lasted as I seem to have come down with a stomach bug 🤢 which is odd bc this never happens to me. So now I'm in bed with ginger tea feeling deeply unwell and wishing it would go away so I could think clearly again and write my little stories. I hate how illnesses like this unbalance you so quickly.

[ask-akademi]

Hey budo did you change the tatami mats in the clubroom yet?

[artnrandomness]

Been working on him yersterday...

THIS monstrocity is the God of Madness, the antagonist of the Friday Night Funkin Apoclypse mod, born from the Doom Boom and fueled by the painful agony of those who worked on the generator that caused it.

Fun Facts

1. The radiation of the Doom Boom is actually a taste of the mental state of the God of Madness: the thoughts of a wild mindless beast. Hence why people like Apocalypse GF and Pico are insane. The opposate, however, happenes to people that are already insane, like Apoclypse Hank and Tricky, becoming the god's more intellegent side, the one he uses in order to rule the wasteland with an iron fist. So if having a taste of the God od Madness' power via radiation is painful enough, experiencing his full power is considered suicide.

2. Anyone who faces the God of Madness is dead on sight, unless you're skilled enough to fight him. Anyone who survives him, however will be scarred by his unpredictable mental state; an example being Apocalypse Tea. Those who mentally survived him are, and have been confirmed to be, Apocalypse Solzar and Philip Napoli and his friends.

3. The God of Madness is mostly toxic sludge and sharp edges, but shape wise, he's put together by the many peices of the faulty generator that caused the Doom Boom, along with some internal body parts of the workers that were working on the generator, including their (suprisingly) still beating hearts on his right hand and arm.

4. This guy can only be seen whenever someone is near a place that he has conquered. He's very dormant, and doesn't need to use his full power to defeat his enemies, allowing the radiation from the Doom Boom, along with his powerful goons, to do the work for him. He's THAT powerful.

5. Like Whitty, he has a powerful aura that he uses to force his opponents to subcum to their own mental problems and go insane until they die.

While I may be done making designs for FNF character in this AU, that doesn't mean I'm done with making designs for the AU just yet, hence the existence of the God of Madness, a FNF OC made specifficly for this AU.

[atinycupofpositivitea]

Day 50/100 of productivity (HAAAALF!) Awesome things I’ve done today: - With the help of a friend I finally wrote and sent those emails for the traineeship. I was hella scared (still am) - Went through a very emotional state - Watched some Twitch and had fun - Listened to a full podcast episode - Had some tea and cake - Made an awesome breakfast in the morning - Woke up early  - Had a 25 minutes workout and 15 minutes stretching - Spent some time with my boyfriend before going to sleep - Was overall a bit more positive than yersterday but still felt very emotional or detached - Took my meds - Tried my best today

[hubbyseby]

2- Pleasing You.

Mob! Sebastian Stan x Reader

Second part of "Nothing Without You" series.

Run-through: haven't understand what happened the night before, you were lost at school and couldn't focus. And you were discussing with your friends when you had something which leaves you suspicious.

Warnings: language.

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Everything was so blur. You couldn't focus yourself in anything that was going on. All you could focus on was your friends: Samantha and Jessica. You didn't sleep last night, worrying too much for them. Did the man said the truth? Was everything really okay with your friends? You got up, and it was 5: 00 already, and almost time to go to school. But you didn't feel the strengh. You went to your backpack to verify what you had for the day, any homeworks or presentations to see if it was worth it to go to school. Taking your agenda, you run your long fingers through the pages and once you stopped to the day...

"Oh my God" you said, you had a test today. And you couldn't miss it, because it was important to improve your grade for the last few months before your graduation. You closed the agenda and went to downstairs to grab the phone of the house to call Samantha. It was ringing but you reached the voicemail. You were more troubled now. You did the same action for Jessica, nothing. Just the voicemail.

"I have to know if they are okay. I can't wait much longer." You said while you were entering the shower to take a quick one. Once done, you quickly dressed yourself and, not even taking time to eat breakfast, you got out the house already turning on the the car to leave. Your blood was boiling into your veins, couldn't think properly. You tried to stay calm, but you couldn't, obsviously. You felt something forming down your throat, but held it while you park you car before Samy's house. There were two cars, which means that her parents were still home. Reaching their door, you couldn't wait any longer and knocked in a hurry. A few minutes after, the door opens up to her mother, Sandra, who was smiling to you. You couldn't help but you were stressed and put a fake smile on your face.

"Good morning, sweetheart! How are you? Come in!" She said while making space for you to come in, what you did while looking around. No one's was there until her husband reached downstairs.

"Y/N! What a surprise to see you!" He said while kissing you on the cheek before going to the kitchen. It was weird, seems like her parents didn't know anything about last night. Knowing her, she couldn't because they are always talking to her to not go out late. Sometimes she was obedient, most of the time, not.

"Good morning!" You said while holding hardly to your backpack.

"I guess you're here for my daughter" Sandra said with a neutral gaze.

"Y-Yes" you said, nervous.

"Oh she should be upstairs. Try to check because I haven't seen her since yersterday afternoon." She let you know.

And your heart skipped a beat. And if she wasn't upstairs? And if something went wrong? And if the man lied to her? Telling her that everything was going to be okay and the only news you got at the end was the news of your friends... dead? You felt the tears making their way up to your eyes but kept them to not make her parents suspicious. How dumb I was to believe this man! You thought. I am a coward. I am selfish. I just saved myself and forgot my friends behind me. Will they forgive me? You thought while you were freezing in front of Samantha's parents.

"Y/N!" Said Sandra, seeing that you were far from here in your thoughts.

"Yes... y-yes I'm sorry... I'm going upstairs to reach her! Thank you, ma'am" you said in a hurry while making your ways to the stairs and in a blink of eyes you were in front of your friend's door. You was afraid that she wasn't there. You wanted to the bottom of your heart to see her asleep on the bed. You prefered this and to be late at school than not seeing her there. You slowly opened the door when you heard:

"Mommy?"

A voice that you were craving to hear. A voice you thought you would never have to hear again. A voice you thought you would never hear telling you:"you brat!" Or "I'll always have your back, Y/N". She was there. As soon as you saw her, you let your backpack slide down your side and run to her. In a rush hug, you were now crying and she was holding you tight while telling you that she was okay.

"You are here" you said, sobbing.

You heard her giggles and you didn't care that she was laughing at you because you were crying for her. While holding her, you feel a touch that you also thought you would never feel again. A touch that you knew too damn well while turning you around to tell you that you were absolutely beautiful. Opening your glossy eyes, you lay them on Jessica who was joining the hug.

"Oh my God" you said, relieved. Feeling alive again.

"I'm so sorry... I left you, I am a coward. I should never do this to you. I'm so sorry, forgive me, Samy... Jess please! Forgive me I'm so sorry I'm-"

"Shh... That's okay, Y/N. That's okay. We are here. And we have nothing to forgive you. You saved us." Samy cuts you off while taking a break from the hug while Jessica was smiling to you.

Confused, you were trying to put your ideas on track to think properly. Drying your tears, Jessica said:

"Thank you, Y/N, you're not a coward. You're a hero"

"Wait... what?" You could only asked, more confused than before.

"There were two men who found us in the crowd. After loosing contact with you, we were looking for you as well. But these two men reached us and leaded us out of the mess. We were afraid and we wouldn't leave without you, we asked for you. We weren't sure to tell them your name because they would not know, we just described how you were dressed and they remembered you. And they told us that you asked to save us. You ordered to save us, and you were just obeyed, and they saved us. And because of you, we are still alive." Samantha explained.

Speechless, you couldn't say a word of what you just heard a few seconds ago. The only question you were asking yourself in your mind was: "WHAT?".

Jessica couldn't contain a smile seeing your face. And they both started laughing at you. While they were laughing, you remembered the man who told you that they would be safe, and that he would get them out of the mess. He wasn't lying to you. He said the truth and he saved them. And instead giving himself the credits for saving them, he told them that you ordered to save them. You thought you had lost them and this, forever. However, you were happy they were here. Here in front of you. Talking to you. Smiling to you. Laughing at you. You didn't mind, all that matters was they were right in front of you.

"Oh..." you just said.

Before saying anything else, the door knocked out loud and Sandra made her way through the door before even having a answer from her daughter. She was going to talk but seeing Jessica behind us shut her up.

"Well! Good morning, Jessica! I didn't know I had a guest home, Samy" her mother sad, giving her a funny gaze that wasn't unnoticed and you all of your were laughing hard. It seems like you were laughing more of joy that you had the chance to be reunited once again and won against death than laughing at the mother.

"You have only 30min, girls. Go down, try to eat something and go to school" Sandra said.

"We'll not have the time mommy. We'll go now" Samy said while you were taking back your backpack from the floor.

"Okay! Me, I'm out because my husband just left a few minutes ago, and we are starting at the same hour! Baby, are you going to call the Uber as usual or Y/N is giving you a ride?" Sandra's asked

"Oh I'll bring them! Sure!" You said, excited.

"Alright! Kisses girl, hope to see you later! Bye and have a good day sweethearts!"

"Love you mommy!" Samy just said as she left the room and a minute or two, her car was disappearing in the corner of the street.

"Let's go!" You just said while you guys were running on the stairs to get down. Samy locked the entrance door and you went to school.

The test was easy, but it was quite hard to you because you couldn't focus properly. You were thinking of him. How he grabbed you the night before. You stroked your right hand, remembering his sweet hair under it. You closed your eyes while remembering his cologne and his body pressed against yours. His charming voice when he called you:"doll". When he protected you like it was depending on his own life. The way you felt his breath on your forehead.

"I'm not going to hurt you doll".

He didn't want to hurt you. He was saving you, and after saving your friends, making them believe it was your order. Like a boss. You smiled at this thought.

Doll.

You couldn't stop yourself thinking. It was the first time someone called you like that, and you felt suddenly attractive. You felt a electric thing running down your spine. You thought of his hand holding the door. The only sight that you had of him, right there in your head, your mind, and you couldn't think of something else than this hand stroking your body and holding you around your throat while-

"HOLY WATER! I need to purify my mind!" You thought while holding the pencil tight between your fingers.

"Ms Y/L/N, are you okay?" Professor Jones asked, seeing you frustrated on your chair while the other students were looking at you at the call of the professor.

You couldn't help but you blushed furiously. You looked like a tomato and they were laughing at you. Even Jessica was smiling. You stared Samantha and she was moving her hand on her desk, trying to tell you to calm down. And to relax. You catch the message, and you were relaxing.

"Yes, Professor. I am okay, thank you". You simply replied and you soon focused yourself on your paper. All you wanted was to leave the class.

"If you don't remember a thing, you should have studied though" he said and everyone was laughing, except you. You were ashamed and it wasn't your problem, not knowing your lessons, but it was him.

The man who couldn't stop calling her "doll". You chased him in your mind and focused yourself at the test that you finished almost the same time with the others. Everyone were done when the ringing bell make itself heard. It was the release, and you were relieved. The Professor leaved the class and your friends makes their way to you, on your chair.

"Are you feeling better?" Jessica asked.

You were the sweetest and the least experienced between you three.

"Yes, Jess"

Samy was going to talk when the girl who hated you make her way to you and your friends with her "team". You rolled your eyes up and pray God for her to leave you alone.

"Well... Well. You, bitch" she said to you while her silly friends were laughing at you while Jessica gave her a bad look.

"Would you leave her alone, Christina?" She said, angry after her.

"No, because she's a bitch. She does think she's acttractive! Do you think that, foolish girl? No, you dumb! You're not attractive than I am!" She said, keeping her eyes on yours, wanting to die in the moment.

You felt so bad. You wanted to disappear. Because she was talking louder, every student in the classroom was now looking at you. Some were laughing, some weren't happy to see this because they thought that she was so wrong to treat you like this. Connor, a guy in the class, who always thought you were beautiful, took your defense:

"Give it a rest, Christina and leave!" He said.

Samantha had enough hearing her, and she stood up.

"First of all you bitch, you're going to shut the hell up! Second, she is way better than you are, because you, you are a bitch that every men in this school know, but she is the quietest girl in this entire place. You are always doing things to make yourself remarked but she doesn't need to do a shit for everyone to see that she is beautiful! Even naturally, she's beating your damn flat ass bitch but you need to wear the entire Sephora's make up line to look not even at someone but looking like a weird thing! So you're going. To. Shut. The. Damn. Hell. Up. BITCH!" Samantha exploded.

Everyone was speechless after her words. You were speechless. You couldn't fight it anymore and your tears fell down your cheeks, looking at her. She saved you this time, because you were never answering when she was attacking you. Anytime she was bothering you, you just leave. Christina didn't find anything solid enough to say, and Connor crossed his arms on his chest with a smirk.

"Any motion now, Chris?" He said, still, with his smirk.

"SHE IS NOT BEAUTIFUL!" She yelled, ashamed.

While Jessica was about to interfere, someone opened the classroom's door to let someone else in with a big case in his hands. Suddenly, the classroom was full with a scent. A familiar scent.

Everyone was looking at the door and the two men who where crossing the classroom now.

"I'm sorry but who is Y/N"? One of them asked.

Your heart missed a beat. Everyone was looking at you, suspicious. What the hell was going on? You asked yourself.

"I-it's me" you said, shy.

Once they heard and saw you, they were approching you carefully while everyone was looking at what was happening. There was another man bringing some hearts balloons and a big white Teddy Bear with a "Beautiful" writing on it. You were blushing like a baby when they stood in front of you, Samy and Jess speechless. Also Christina. At least, she had her mouth shut.

"This delivery is yours ma'am" said the first one who has spoke one or two minutes earlier.

"For me?" You asked, shaking almost.

"Yes".

"Oh" was the only word which could crossed your lips.

Who the hell sent that to me? I have no boyfriend, I'm alone, not attractive, who would do this for me? You asked yourself while taking the big box and standing up. Samantha give a look to Jessica who was receptive. They both crossed their arms on their chest while looking at Christina and her girls, speechless, ashamed. You opened the big box and you saw a lot of roses! A lot! A lot! You put your hands over your mouth, couldn't believe it yet. All the students were like:

"Ouuuuhhhh"

They were speechless, as you were. Seeing your reaction, as you were crying, one the three men smiled and gave you the Teddy Bear that you were holding tight. There was a medium card which was in a little bag of satin, on the top of the flowers and you took it to open it with a shaking hand.

"Dear Y/N,

How are you, beautiful? I couldn't stop thinking about you, and how beautiful you are. Your eyes are so beautiful that I could lost myself just at looking at you. Looking at your soul. I hope we will see each other soon. I can't help but your face was scanned by my mind, and you couldn't leave it.

I hope you like your presents. I would like to tease you, just as I'm doing right now.

Have a nice day, beautiful.

S. S"

You read. You were speechless. Samantha who was right behind you and read at the same time with you. With a little smirk, she takes the card in your hands and looks at Christina right in her eyes.

"Let me read for you damn bitch" she said, amused.

She read the whole letter while she was taking her time saying each "beautiful" word with a smirk. Finishing, amused, she put the letter in front of her face:

"Who's laughing now, BITCH?" She asked, angry.

All the boys were laughing out loud at Christina and her squad. Connor, leaving and passing just close to Christina, put a hand on her shoulder by taping it and he says:

"Courage with your bitches, sweetheart" and they passed by them, still laughing out loud.

They didn't took much time and moved away too, and almost all the students were leaving the classroom, it was just a few, you and your friends. The three men has already taking a break from the tension of the class during the time you were reading the letter. Samantha turned around to look at you while Jessica was still speechless in front of your presents that even you couldn't understand.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT, Y/N?" Samantha asked, letting her suprising face taking the lead. She has all the time this amused face to prove to Christina that you had men, just like her, saying that you were beautiful. But now you were alone, she asked seriously.

"Who is this, Y/N?"

"I don't even know!" You answered.

"Liar". You heard your inner voice said.

You knew exactly who it was. It was him.

[amnachil]

The College Society Chapter 2 Part 1

I’m a little late but... here we are !

Chapter 2 begins ! It is shorter than chapter 1 (I counted 8 parts) but I hope you’ll like it anyway !

Liam Saturday November 25

"Dude, whatever is the problem, you should stay away. You already have enough to think about."

The freshman agreed, reassured by his bestfriend on the line. Yeah, he's right, Pete and Theo's relationship is none of my business. To be honest, he feared the team captain... He probably was an ogre who fed the poor blonde freshman as much as possible and would soon eat him. (It could be a little exaggerated but... Liam didn't want to be the next). (After all, he already noticed Theo's sharp teeth).

"I need to go." stated Nate. "Gwendoline's waiting for me."

"Still not your girl ?"

"Hell no. She call us 'friends with benefits' so I'm not complaining. Anyway, I'll call you later, see ya."

Liam hung the phone up with a smile. He loved these discussions with his bestfriend, and couldn't wait to see him again. As much as he can say, when they met during holidays, Nate was doing fine, even if Gwendoline refused to be his girlfriend. I wonder if she's as beautiful as he pretended. They agreed to say she was a fairy, but the young lad never saw a fairy before. (Yeah, they were in the same delirium). (That's probably why they were bestfriend). Lost in his mind about fairies and unicorns, the boy didn't realise the nurse called his name. He missed two times in a row his turn, too distracted. Eventually, once Prince Liam defeated the terrible Ogre named "have your heads in the clouds", he walked in the nurse's office. (Let's be honest, "Prince Liam" is a perfect title, isn't it ?).

"You asked for a check-up." declered the blonde apprentice. "Undress yourself please."

He obeyed distractedly and followed her instructions. Since he had met Raphaël one week ago, he had done two other stuffing session. Nothing too excessive, only enough to feel a bit bloated, but he wondered if his friend had poisoned him. I stayed clean for months, but he succeeded to make me an addict again. (Yeah, it probably wasn't his former captain fault at all but...). (The mutant could have a project for him). Anyway, the nurse, called Chelsea according to her badge, brought him back to reality when she assured :

"You are in a perfect shape. Maybe even one the best I ever saw. You can be proud of yourself. We'll do some measurements, but I'm not worrierd at all."

He thanked her, a bit disappointed (a 8yo boy would have loved to be poisoned by a mutant), and left the nursery after the control. To be honest, he wasn't worried about his condition. He wasn't even sure if stuffing his face was a bad thing anymore. The bad memories were fading with time.

The freshman joined Nick for their macroeconomics lesson at the amphitheater. His friend was staring at Rebecca and Emilio with an angry look. When Liam came closer, he mumbled :

"She totally forgot to come for the project yersterday. She doesn't care anymore."

"Everyone forgets things from time to time." reasoned the taller lad. "You forgot to close the fridge's door at noon for example."

"That was you."

"You got the point."

(Liam didn't even remember going to the fridge at noon). (But he wasn't stupid for all that). Nick headed towards the tier quite pissed, and once slumped, got his gameboy and started to play. His friend sat down next to him thoughtfully. Under his open jacket, the angry boy wore a singlet which show some curve at the belly level. As always, he ate too much. (Liam was well aware of his roommate's love for junkfood and between us, he felt a bit jealous sometimes). (But this is a secret).

"What are you staring at ?" asked Nick. "I'm just stuffed. I ate at the cafeteria."

He closed his jacket prudently, but in fact, Liam was already gone miles away. He had glanced Barbara in the first row, and got lost in his memories. I wonder what she's thinking... I really need to know what she heard about me... Yeah, I'll ask her as soon as the lesson is over.

Rebecca Tuesday November 28

In two weeks was taking place the first qualifiers for the National University's Championship in March. The team was competing against the universities around the state, and needless to say, they had to train. At least for the relay race. The black girl finished a lenght, quite satisfied, and headed towards Bob, who watched her from the side. Her coach seemed a bit odd since she pit herself against him. However, he accepted Emilio, which was the more important.

"You did good." he declared once she was closer. "Your team can't lose the qualifiers as long as you're running."

"Thanks."

She sat next to him, and watched the other who were still running. Her boyfriend was the fattest : with great splendor, he crossed the finishing lane a few minutes after her. Then came Chelsea, who had been appointed captain, but Rebecca caught sight of Nick and couldn't help but staring at him. He was going with Laura towards the pool, probably to prepare the field before this evening training. I need to put an end to our argument. He's too childish to come, but I'm not that proud. With shame, she remembered Liam had told her these exact same words several weeks ago. He might be simple and scatterbrained but sometimes he was right. Nevertheless, when she stood up, Bob stopped her and whispered :

"Think wisely champion. You need to stay far away from bad influences and this lad, despite not being fat, drunk or high, is a bad influence. He's a nerd without any desire to be better nor any will to work on himself. An average guy like him isn't worth your time. Don't waste your energy for nothing."

She nodded slowly. I know it's wrong but... She could not desobey Bob a second time. And after all, Nick wasn't that important, was he ?

Later this day, when the black girl reached the pool for the training, she glimpsed Pete, clumsily hidden in the bush next to the door. Since he left the team, his physical condition went worse and worse. Around a month ago, he could have been considered like a bit on the chubby side, as someone who indulged a little too much. It hadn't been really noticeable, except when he had been wearing his tight pullovers, and pants one size below. Nevertheless, over november, he had packed on the pounds pretty fast, especially this last week. Several time, she had saw him and another boy at the cafeteria, pigging like two ravenous beast. Consequently, the blonde freshman definitely became pretty tubby. His features had rounded and his arms and legs were softer. His belt dug into a flab roll of fat, and his ass grew larger. She noticed with revulsion his too tight shirt, compressing his stomach. With wider clothes, it would be barely conspicuous, but... When Rebecca came closer, he looked at her, and she forced herself to smile. He looked like a crazy psycho, his eyes twinkling with madness.

"Can I help ?" she asked.

According to Laura, Theo didn't like slackening within his troops, and fired Pete without a second thought. To be honest, I kinda approve it... He's stict, and that's good.

"Yeah, you probably can." answered the lad quietly. "I just wanna know if Theo's here. Can you tell me ?"

"Why ?"

The captain probably hadn't time for this craps. And I'm losing time too. As the freshman hesistated, she sighed, and just went in, ignoring his calls. Seriously, get back in shape and everything'll be fine.

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey Thursday December 1 – Friday December 2

A bunch of swimmers passed in front of the junior laughing about a stupid joke. Four girls were cheering the black athlete on. This one was doing lenghts at a ridiculous pace, like a big carp. As for her, Laura was classifying the team's speedos with a young freshman who looked especially idiot. On a corner, the sophomore Matthew and his crew were ploting some craps. Last, but not least, a handsome brown lad was watching the roof at the water's edge. He seemed completely stupid. Swimmers... We all hear about them, but eventually, they're the most pathetic.

"Lookin' for a prey ?" whispered an unctuous voice in Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey's ear.

Slowly, the lad turned towards Theo, and nodded. This university counted almost ten thousands of students, but only a few deserved his respect. Luckily for him, the swimteam captain was one of them.

"I visited the football club, the hockey club, the basket club, and as many tedious clubs as possible, but everytime, I ended disappointed." he confessed. "Steven Callagan offered me the most beautiful chick he had in stock, but she was so backwards she didn't even understand my name."

The swimmer faked indignation.

"That's gross. God knows how much you love your name."

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey outlined a smile.

"It's the only one which doesn't sound silly to my ears." he replied. "Anyway, tell me you have something better for me than a braindead whore ?"

"To be honest, my only eligible candidate might be a little simple-minded himself, but he has the kind of body you like. Well shaped, malleable if needed and... he's well-endowed."

"Don't dare tell me you are offering the dreamy freshman over there ? Is it the only one you failed to catch for yourself ?"

Theo smile grew larger. Ah, don't push it too much. There were only a few hunters among the crowd of students. The swimteam captain could be proud to be one of the best. The head of the University's grandson shrugged.

"Fine. I'll take it. I'm starting this week. Be ready to see me often."

"You know it's always a pleasure."

Liar.

New prey meant several changes in Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey's life. First of all, a little personnal enjoyment. The lad headed towards the cheerleading's permises, and went in. Natacha, his actual girlfriend, looked at him and a glint of joy lit up his eyes. She had beautiful hair, almost orange, which shined with the sun. However, I don't really understand why I chose her. She's blind like a mole. She needed to wore hideous glasses, and he almost vomited the first time he saw her.

"Hi Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey." she greeted softly. "What can I do for you ?"

Oh yeah, I remember now. She had this submissive tone he had been liking since the first listening. The captain of the cheerleader had promised Natacha was ready to do absolutely everything to please, and well, she was. I would almost jerk off just by listening to her voice, but sadly, she's definitely too ugly.

"I guess you'll be sad, but let's be honest, I don't care." he declared. "Our relationship is over. I'm committed to someones else."

The dumbass stared at him silently for a while. He could have left her right now, like he did with the last one, but he didn't want to miss the "realisation face" this time. Damn, her brain work even slower than I thought. Eventually, she understood what he meant, and frowned. Her eyes filled with tears, and she shivered, in shock.

"Why ?" she stammered. "What did I do wrong ?"

The lad nearly laugh. Damn, she's so devoted. She repeated the question, again and again, now crying. In other circumstances, he would have an erection, but she was way too awful. For real, Amber, the team captain, ripped him off. Once he finished to enjoy her tears, he left the premises, rather satisfied. It's not like if he was exclusively seelping with her anyway.

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey headed towards the cafeteria in order to take his lunch. Usually, he would have eat with his grandfather, but he was too excited by the hunt to be polite. And for God's sake, his grandfather didn't need to suffer his uncouthness. Thus, the lad entered in the canteen, and served himself some food. He expected so much from his new prey. He sat next to Summer, the head of the student union, and started to eat. I wonder how long he will last... To be honest, the hunt was always too easy. For three years now, he had tried both men and women, and everytime, they had succumbed to his charms like mosquitos attracted by body heat. So pitiable. Teams captains and club chiefs had tried everything to find the rare gem, but never succeeded. Eventually, he had started to get bored, and went almost directly to the second part : submission and sex. A lot of sex. Of course, with Natacha-the-mole, he was used to put a blindfold. I wouldn't be able to cum while seeing her face. However, this time, it was Theo's gift. The swimmer was a selfish little asshole, and a real cocky stud. He obviously tried his luck with this freshman, and failed. It promise a real challenge for once.

"Looks like you have a new prey ?" asked the head of the student. "Who's the lucky person ?"

The junior realised he didn't even know his name. Not yet at least... He had a good feeling this time. It would be fun.

"Tell me Summer, shall I tell to my grandfather you're sleeping with two professors of his university ?"

She stared at him, terrified.

"No ! Please don't."

"So be nice, and shut the fuck up."

There were only a few hunters among the crowd of students. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey could be proud to be the best of their community, above them all.

To be continued

Liam thinks he had been poisoned but we all know the truth... Our cinnamon roll loves to be stuffed that’s all ;) How long will he deny the truth I wonder ?

Rebecca, our dear Rebecca, you’re narrow-minded ! But don’t worry guys, she has room to change.

Aaand he is here, Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey, our new main character ! He’ll be very important count on me for that ! I already like him :) Take care, since we have his pov now, there’ll be a lot of vulgarity, smut and some pining.

The weight gain stuff will be long to come, but don’t worry, I’m not forgetting it at all. Liam just has many things do deal with before he can freely enjoy himself as the glutton he truly is ;)

Also, I’m preparing a side story more kink-related for you all... It should be ready soon :)

[balancednotclean-blog]

The Importance of Perspective When Changing Habits

Binge eating is a habit I have formed that I am in the process of breaking.

It is something I tend to fall back on after certain thought patterns start to set in motion without me disrupting them. I am a true believer in that actions are preceded by thoughts, so there is an intermediary step – processing of said thoughts – that offers itself as a window of opportunity to intercept ourselves before unhelpful behaviours are set in motion.

However, one thing I have noticed over the past YEAR of trying to break this habit is that my perspective ultimately shapes the time that window of opportunity is present. Sometimes, I have hopped, skipped and jumped from thoughts to actions so quickly that I fool myself into thinking that binge eating is ‘inevitable’, when in fact, the process was just hurried, rushed and coming from an unhelpful perspective.

This perspective, unsurprisingly enough, tends to be a negative one. For example, this morning, I had convinced myself that I had ‘utterly failed’ yesterday because I had eaten more than I had planned. I began scheming ways to ‘make up’ for this perceived failure. Guess what? I ended up binging far worse than anything that had occurred yesterday or would have occurred had I just gotten over it.

I had convinced myself that I had completely turned 180 degrees and started walking right back to the ‘start’ (wherever that point may have truly been), and erased progress. This is characteristic of the absolutist thinking (seeing things as black and white rather than shades of grey) that can plague a disordered mind. 

It would have been a far more positive, and far more realistic, perspective to observe how I had instead been wandering slightly off course, and then promptly resume my conquest towards healthier habits. Yersterday’s behaviours did not send me backwards, even though they were not directly aimed at where I want to be. Ultimately, though, I only go backwards and ‘erase’ my progress if I “pack up and go home,” – that is, if I decide to give up.

So what’s this got to do with behaviour change in the longer term? Well, by getting myself in that negative mindset – thinking that I had gone backwards, and thus had ‘distance to make up’, I became desperate. There is a clear distinction between desperation and determination in that desperation is like trying to sprint the whole of a marathon, whereas determination realises the need for consistent pacing to prevent burnout.

I binged again because I tried to make up for the past. Now, unless Doctor Who is real and I can hop in a Tardis and alter my timeline, I can’t ever go back and erase what I’ve already done. That is one of the biggest, cruellest lies that an eating disorder can bring upon you – the promise that you can “make up,” for the past by controlling the present.

We cannot. We never can. No matter how many times our mind tries to promise us that this time we will be able to fix it – we never will be able to change the past.

By obsessing over trying to remove the past, we are undermining the responsibility we need to take for the events that unfolded to begin with. We also undermine our sense of empowerment, as we see every mistake as ‘recoverable’ or ‘compensable’ in some way.

This keeps us in a disordered cycle. We do a disordered thing. We try to make up for said disordered thing. The consequences or mental toll of trying to make up for the disordered action leads us to performing it again. And again. And again. With this, our self-esteem plummets, our health plummets, our hope plummets and our sense of self efficacy plummets. As a result? We become more and more engrained and more and more reliant upon this sense of identity that an eating disorder seems to promise us. Every time we see a ‘slip’ as a complete reversal of our recovery efforts as a failure, the eating disorder gets one step closer to regaining full control.

This does not mean that we have nothing to learn from the past. It would be entirely wrong to suggest that the past is of no use. Crucially, though, we must realise that the past can only serve us as a means for how to change our behaviour in the present and future – and not that it offers a flawed attempt of reconciling past behaviours by obsessing in the present.

Fighting fire with fire – in this case, fighting disorder with coping mechanisms or yet more disorder – perpetuates a vicious circle.

Even if you are not quite ready to ‘forgive’ or even ‘forget’ and ‘love yourself’ like is preached so much on every single wellness blog known to man, realise this: The past is gone. It is gone. It cannot be changed. There may be uncomfortable consequences from the past that affect your present life, but keeping our perspective as one staring backwards means we lose all foresight and intuition for the present.

A realistic perspective widens that window of opportunity to intercept thoughts that precede disordered actions. A realistic perspective slows the process down and encourages us to think, challenge the thoughts, and then decide a means of action.

Solely past-focussed perspectives won’t make now better. Mistakes were made in the past, with that past mindset. Sticking our minds back in that frame of mind and action is therefore going to increase the likelihood of the action happening again.

Regret is a powerful emotion. It can make us want to dig deep and claw at something to create change to release it. Really, though, the best way is to work towards what we can change – the future. Bit by bit. Because even if that future contains things we regret, the healthiest thing we can do is work towards a state where those events are minimised.

Breathe in slowly through your nose for five seconds. Hold it for a further five seconds. Release the breath from your mouth over five seconds, and hold that no-breath state for another five seconds. Repeat this three times.

Think of one thing you can do for a healthier tomorrow, regardless of past actions or even your present state. Something simple, like drinking more water, or getting to bed slightly earlier.

I know how hard it is. I haven’t beaten binging yet. But I know that the days where I focus on propelling myself forward are the ones that lead me towards the best success. And the days and moments AFTER I slip up are the most crucial in terms of getting myself oriented back to my intended path.

I wish you peace of mind. Go on!

[paleassblog-blog]

PAPAKELESI

Still remember giving birth to you like it was yersterday,unlike others I didn't get a chance to bond with you,well it's very shocky that I still think should I have known I wouldn't have kept you.

I remember calling your father and telling him about it,he kept quite atleast for 5 minutes and asked me to send him your pic,I did and I guess that I was the last time I heared from him.

Please will never understand postnatal depression like I do because the only thing I was thinking about was leaving you at the hospital and go home to rethink this whole process,it really took me time to finally bond with you but one day I woke up and told myself that GOD trusted me enough to mother and his will shall be done

😭 I watched you grow,my every night prayer was for GOD to help me get through all the pain and raise you with love and care and never worry about about your father's involvement,until one day a friend came and told me that your father was going around telling her that he needs his baby,well spoke to the family and we decided to just take him to your family so you can finally be introduced as their own.

Lot of hurtful words came out from other family members,claiming the baby isn't theirs,I knew you were strong and we were both strong after those sleepless nights of praying I knew nothing they could say would break us,we went prepared and we were ready for whatever comes our way

Okay so after couple of months they accepted you as their own,time goes by and today you part of them,your father still hasn't accepted you fully I believe,we not on talking terms, honestly it doesn't bother me hey but I worry about you more on the kind of environment you gonna live in where parents don't even talk

You are 3 years now and happy,am always happy to see you happy 🙂🙂 you my happiness and I am working towards living with you,GOD is always watching over us and I am greatful for my mother for helping me with raising you,I am also greatful for all the people that have been there from the beginning of it all,I've been nothing but strong for you and I pray you grow up and be whatever you always wanted to be #3years #babyneo

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Moreo and Rena both lived lives that have many lessons to which God intended before bringing them together for the purpose of His Glory alone! A love made by the Master for the purpose of The Master😍😍😍😍💪

I got her done and edited by 4pm yersterday👑👁🌟

[kokorvesa-blog]

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Aaaand BOOM. This big boï's done. We finished it yersterday at the bar with Gui Vaillaut, Milern Lanar, Nico Donnadieu, Florine Caldon, Karn Berzerker, Geoffrey Viellard, Jimmy Duchemann and Nathanael Ruffin. Each red (and gold) finger print you see on the paper is one theirs. Thanks a lot, it was fun o/

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[atinycupofpositivitea]

Day 24/100 of productivity

Awesome things I've done today:

- Spent some hours working on my applications! :D (Far from done but closer than yersterday)

- Spent some time researching for a masters degree for the future

- Talked with one of my bffs for a couple of hours

- Spent some time on a call with my lovely and adorable bf

- Had a cup of tea in the morning with biscuits and nut cream

- Sent a couple of mails

- Did some research for a scholarship

- Did some research for my ultrasound tests

- Managed some drama in my Server

- Had a caffellatte in the afternoon

- Had a decent lunch

- Had a nice shower

- Watched some Twitch and had lots of fun

- Listened to some music

- Talked to lots of friends!

- Created 5 cards for the deck!

- Realised that being productive is something different everyday

- Realised that one of my bestfriends is actually just a superficial person

- Spent some cute time talking about Tumblr with my bf

- Was happy and very positive today. I would do it again.