#I’m too lazy to make brekky

[sun-lit-goth]

My meal replacement is coffee

[buttmunchmomma]

Why do I baby Beavis & Butthead if they’re teenagers?

Beavis and Butthead were a little confused at first when I started treated them younger than they are. However I did sit them down and explain I would do that.

It took a bit for them to be amused by it, especially Butthead of course. Beavis however is more ok with it.

They still get to act like teenagers, there’s no stopping that. But I set “babyish” boundaries, do sippy cups, footie jammies, bedtime stories, baby toys etc because it’s almost like “starting over”. They’ve dealt with so much childhood trauma that I’d like to give them a safe restart, I suppose. Since I myself use age regression as a coping for my childhood trauma, I thought I’d try this for them and it works decently well.

One thing I try not to bring up, because I’m scared it looks bad, is that I am an adult women and they’re highly hormonal teenage boys so sometimes if I’m wearing a night gown, dress, tank top, shorts etc etc, they do try to sneak a peek yk. It makes me uncomfortable and I have to remind them I’m their mother and they’re not to do that to me. I made it beyond clear in the beginning; I want NO sexual relationship with them, and I don’t want them looking at me in a mature manner. I’m their mother and I want them to look at me as such.

Things I don’t mention often is that I have them play with baby toys and use sippy cups. We have “educational” baby toys that would require some sort of learning/thought to it as there are some things they don’t always understand/remember correctly such as numbers and letters. The sippy cups help prevent messes as well. I don’t want grape juice on my carpet. I do not allow them to drink soda. It’s juice or water. Sometimes chocolate milk as well. This may be controversial, but I give them baths as well, like I wash their bodies and hair. Would you think that’s inappropriate? Without context, probably. But as I’ve said, and will always say, I have no sexual attraction to them. Duh, they’re children. “But they’re not my kids”, biologically, no. But at this point they might as well be. And aren’t they capable of bathing themselves? Yes. They do take showers some days, but some days I like to bathe them to make sure they’re squeaky clean. Beavis can barely wipe his own butt properly (canonically) so this is the perfect time to mention I’ve had to put butt paste on his bunghole because he gets rashes sometimes from being dirty cause he doesn’t wipe well. Plus, they’re not the best when it comes to washing their hair, and I take hair care VERY seriously. I’m a natural blonde curl, my hair requires lots of maintenance. Do they enjoy bathing together? Not really. But, they need to be clean and I’m a busy mom. They’ve lived together their entire lives (and done worse together in the beginning of “Stewart is missing”) bathing together isn’t too crazy for them.

They are very much “IPad kids” just as they are “lazy” teenagers who sit inside and watch TV all day, it’s not much difference. They’re watching the same things they would watch on TV at home, with a little more monitoring of course. I do control how much time they’re on them though! There’s specific times in the day when it’s their “IPad time” morning while they’re eating brekky is one and while I’m doing my “chilling out” routine before bed. They are to put them up on the charger at night once they are in bed. They sleep in my bedroom in front of my TV that I do play all night but they’re not too interested in watching their own show at this point, because I just have “Beavis & Butt-Head” playing all night.

I do live with my mom who is unemployed atm, but just got a job, so once she’s out of the house more, I’ll definitely be playing “SAHM” more. The boys will be in the living room apposed to my bedroom while I can finally do chores around the house in peace. While I’m at in, my mom does know about my mothering to the boys.

They love cuddling with me. Which you’d think is a sexual driven thing but after all this time, it’s certainly not. They’ve been with me for almost a year and do count on me to give them love and care when they need it. For a while, they weren’t convinced I’d never hit them if prompted enough. But now if I say something like “I’m gonna spank your butt” they just tell me they know I won’t, and to that I tell them that they’re right. I’m not going to lay a hurtful hand on them, that’s happened to them enough already.

Of course they LOVE testing my patiences. So if I don’t hit them, how do I correct bad behavior? Time outs seem to actually work sometimes! They don’t like being put in a corner and pushed away from affection. Taking their IPads is the most efficient though. But the best way to discipline them is to sit them down and communicate with them! Most of the time they don’t know what’s wrong or right or what they shouldn’t be doing so why get angry with them? Until now no one has given them the time of day to teach them anything. And believe it or not, they respond well to it! Because they’re NOT BAD KIDS. It’s never the kids fault, but the parents. Beavis and Butthead are GOOD BOYS. They just need love and direction.

I’ve rambled on long enough but please do not hesitate to ask questions as I’m sure there’s lots of stuff I missed and I truly enjoyed typing this all out tbh.

[muffindaddystyles]

LOST IN ITALY.

Where Harry's cute assistant gets lost in city of Italy and the thought of loosing her drives him bullocks.

Flatulent gust of breezy wind kept wiggling through Harry’s coffee lovelocks, sunshine bounces against his soft skin and his pink heart-shaped mouth stays puckered as he takes in the beauty of his surroundings with his cheek smashed over his wrist – which’s resting atop the rooftop of yacht and his head perks up puppy like when tufty giggles maroons in his ears.

He gazes his cute assistant from under his ray bans and skims back a timid smile when her face beams with glee, her cotton puffy sleeved sundress blows away from the breeze giving glimpses of her plump thighs and Harry sucks in a breath snapping his eyes away.

“Harry look s’beautiful!” She squeals taking another picture of landscape with her grandpa's vintage Yoshika camera and Harry just rumbles his lips, shrugs and slumps back, a lazy mumble of “mehhh” elicits past his lips.

She’s just so endearing, and cute and fucking adorable it’s hard for Harry to keep from not babying her.

When he first went to sets of My Policemen he considered her rather unprofessional, as everyone kept on finding her but it seemed like she vanished into thin air, turned out when Harry took a break in his cubby she was lighting up saffron and black scented candles, “Oh! Thought you’d like comin' back to nice smelling room —-- holy fudge .... by the way, me Y/N your new assistant for the meantime.” His all grumpiness defused into bunch of reverence for her.

She'd always beat him to bringing in brekkie and smoothies for him and her fellows, sometimes giving him the velvet muffins before he goes back home --- Harry became such a drooly lovey puppy for her that he decided to keep it stern from then.

He’s trying. He’s prolly gonna fail.

Y/N isn’t very immune to water trips and she was well aware that a sickness is coming – but so soon? She didn’t know that!

So, when she chokes onto nothing and then gags driving Harry into fritz. Harry tries to keep his balls in place and not panic because that’d just spill his secret and expose him.

He quickly facades himself under stoniness, “Christ! Y/N if you die on me —-,” Though, grabs her elbow lightly and walks her to the edge of the deck.

Y/n smacks his hand away. Glares him and grunts pushing her hair away aggressively, “Don’t tell me what to do I’ll die wherever the hell I want!” His pupils resembling to that of clashing waves of sea blows away comically as she huffs and pushes past him.

“Better die and ghost you for life.” She gags into her elbow again and he rushes to grab her hand, when she pulls away with a tut he rolls his eyes brings his glasses to the bridge of his nose and looks at her from under the brown sunnies, “Jeez just holdin' a hand, not gonna slip a ring, ‘s that what yer afraid of.”

“Just admit you’re desperate to hold my hand.” She smirks up at him and he cackles, then dims into nervous chuckles because oh fuck he’s getting caught red handed.

“No.” He mutters.

How much she resists not to pout and turn all fussy over his denial she ends up doing so and it’s his turn to smirk cheekily at her.

“Are you mad? You look mad.” He wiggles his finger at her and she grumbles folding her arms infront of her bosom and cranes her head to side, “I’m not mad.”

“Yer pretty face’s all screwed up, like you’re mad.” He nibbles at her and she glowers him --- sighing at last, the wisp of her hair falling in her eyes, her lips plush and glossy from sick.

“I’m perturbed, not mad.”

Then there’s an overrated pause of silence and heartbeats before Harry pokes her knee.

“You still look mad.” His face splits into a wide cheeky grin – showing his bunny teeth and she stands up hastily wobbling a little.

“’M’not mad! But I’ll be soon Harry Styles!!!!” She goes for smacking him at chest but he jerks back and sneaks his way out squealing annoyingly, “Mommy come save me from this feisty sea-creature.”

“You mean a mermaid?” She giggles.

“No. Frogfish.” He deadpans.

“I’m not talking to you ever again!” She cries out and turns away from him but he barks out a laugh --- riling her up is the most entertaining thing and seeing her make cute fussy faces another.

“’Kay, sorry! Wouldn’t do it again.” He toddles behind her and glides his forearm against her clavicles bringing her to his front, “Says this everytime!” She squirms pushing him away but he’s ten times stronger than her and even if she’s ... she’d want to spend some more time like this.

“Wouldn’t call ye' frogfish —-.. from now on.” She nods. Humming in agreement and he turns her, holding her from shoulders and looks down at her with glinting eyes and wide toothy mouth.

“How ‘bout blobfish? They look more funny.”

“I’m gonna kill you, Harry Styles!”

..

They were given a loft infront of the shore 10 minutes drive away from the shooting place and after fighting over who'll occupy the bed, bickering and pillow fighting over it and almost making it creaky loose bench Y/N went back to living room telling him that he snores so much, “Sorry but ‘m too sensitive to piggy snorey noises – better sleep outside.” He was fuming and gritty mess, flailing his limbs like a baby because he was “the hair on his directors head” away from sharing the bed with her.

“Whateva! your loss. Don’t come t'me beggin’ to pop your backbones.” He told her in high pitched mimickness and flumped under cool sheets.

His one hour nap turned into two then three. In the meantime, Y/N made a sandwich from the fresh veggies piled in the fridge, sipped onto her matcha drink sitting beside the window and enjoyed he view, even went through her socials.

Realized that she’s missing him around her terribly even if it’s just jokes and giggles and shit, whatever, so she took her camera and went outside to take pictures of shore and the purple sky battling with hue of clouds.

She got so charmed with Italy's beauty that she kept on walking and taking pictures, only to realize when the bustle of crowd dropped into tranquil quietness and she found herself into some unknown street.

She’s fucked.

She’s lost.

She has got nothing,

Not even her phone.

She contemplates to knock on the house doors and ask for locations but she’s petrified of the idea and tries to find some shop, so she could call someone and ask them to pick her up.

Dumb. Dumb. Dumbest decision, she has ever taken in her life.

When she sees no passer by, none tourists no-one in sight and the daylight defusing and darkness laughing and taunting her tears springs in her eyes --- bubbling at the corners and weeping down furiously.

Her heartbeats drops dead when she sees a group of men approaching towards her. She runs away hiding into the dark tunnel and clamps her mouth shut from crying out loud when they walk away -- they weren’t about to do anything to her – it was just her feared instincts.

“Harry ......” She whisper-cries into her wrist, her legs weak and trembly making her tumble down into dusty stoned pavement, her back getting scratched from the bricked wall of tunnel.

..

Harry woke up to pin-drop silence. Void of the sun that was once glimmering through the window, “Y/N.” He grogs out, knuckling the sleepiness away and trudged out finding the room empty.

It startles him. Waking him up properly now. A sweat flushes down his spine when he couldn’t even find her in the washroom and at the door-steps.

He dials her number and finds it at the coffee table, gruff cruses breathes out from his mouth at that.

FuckFuckFuckFuck.

His heart feels like someone’s squeezing it mercilessly in their grip when he goes outside, but couldn’t spot her and he finds it difficult to breathe, chest heaving as he snaps his head in every direction to look for the face he’s oh so in love with.

Where are you, Y/N?

Maybe, she’s angry with me? Did I hurt her in any way? Oh, fuck. I’m such a bitch.

Now, she’s angry with me and hiding in some corner cursing me out.

I have to bring her back.

So, he calls anyone in connection with Y/N in hopes that she’s with anyone of them and when there were, “no mate --- maybe check in the washroom...” and “last time she texted, said she’s going out to take pictures.”

Harry’s face pales at that. Sick to his stomach. His fists tighten by his sides to keep his calm the world around him spins for a moment and he stables himself with the nearby railing.

Bad thoughts spirals in his mind, how much he avoids them it frightens him like his worst enemy.

What if she’s hurt? It hurts him in heart even to think that.

Got into an accident and they took her?

Fuck.

What if some mafia has kidnapped her.

Obviously, Italy is famous for mafias ..... No!No!No! Harry shut up, shut up, shut uppppp!!

He screams internally to pause everything and think rationally.

He searches for her everywhere. In every street. His feet hurting until now and he chokes onto a sob, not even wanting to think of getting police involved and still not able to have her back.

He shouts for her name. Halting past anyone looking like her, that mini dress she flaunted infront of him with a gorgeous smile –-- asked him how it looked on her and he wasn’t very interested to give a response.

If he could take all of it back and praised her like his life depended on it, only if he’d told her how much he loves her, her making sure he’s comfortable in his cubby, her bringing cold milk drinks for him, dividing her oreos with him.

His hands shakes by his side, his lip twitching constantly and his legs trembles pathetically with each step he takes.

He stops. Narrows his eyes to squint through the darkness and he feels like someone blew oxygen back in his lungs, his knees weakening at the sight of some girl sitting on the bench, her shoulders slump and her head downwards as she clutches the edge of bench, rocking on it with quite sniffles.

He prays that it’s her.

Upon, hearing the footsteps Y/N looks up and those sweet eyes are enough for him to recognize her in between many people.

“Harry?” Her voice feeble and scared.

“Oh baby .....” He mumbles. Rushing towards her, stumbling back a bit when she flies in his arms and latches to him like the missing piece of her body.

His palms curves into her ribs, her face smashed into the crook of her neck – her tears wetting his skin instantly and his cheek squished atop her sweaty hair, he hugs her for dear life making her legs dangle in the air, she sobs nuzzling deeper into his throat and he caresses her shoulders to soothe her cries down. Kisses the side of her temple with tender affection and sighs in relief.

“Shhh. Shh baby, ‘s okay. I’ve found y’now ..... ‘m here sweetheart ‘s alright.” He doesn’t stop splodging soft pecks to her forehead – scared that if he’ll she’ll get lost from his arms again.

Her hiccups painful not letting her take a breather and Harry puts her down on her feet gently, taking her face in his clammy hands and hooks his thumb into her hair gazing into her glassy eyes intensely, “Hey look at me lovie’ just .. focus on me alright?” She nods at his plea grabbing his wrists and follows his breathing pattern.

He glances back at the bench and goes to grab her camera but she cries out fisting the hem of his corduroy shirt in her tiny hands, “No!” could barely choke out from her dry throat and he turns his attention back down onto her, strokes the rosy apple of her cheeks and pets her head.

“Not leavin’ yer side baby .. was bout to get your camera fo’ you. Could come with me if you don’t like stayin' away.” He assures her softly and trots towards the bench with his arms still around her as she keeps on hiding her face into his bicep.

They walk down the street like that, she has calmed down letting a sniffle slip here and there --- this kind of scenario has never happened to her before – she has never been outside of her home city before too.

He feels her tummy screech for food so asks her, chin butted atop her head, “You’re hungry, petal. Let’s get pizza.” She doesn’t feel like eating though. When she shakes her head – squeezing him more. He takes her from shoulders looking down at her with gentleness and brushes a strand of hair behind.

“Just a tad, darlin'. I know a delicious take away round the corner ... could eat it sittin' by shore.” He offers her with a smile and punches the air happily, whistling when she agrees.

When she giggles softly, defrosting back from numbness Harry spins them a little overly gleeful.

“Got me sweet girl back.” He exclaims ducking down to kiss her cheek and now when she’s less wobblish, her lungs fills with bunches of butterflies.

Blush splatters on her features. As Harry aligns his tanned arm with her delicate one and locks their fingers together lulling it backs and forth between them lovingly.

He keeps her tucked under his chin and snuggled in his arms all the time, even while waiting in the line for the take away.

“Ow!” Squeaks, “Ow. Ow.” Jumps on his tippy toes upon balancing the hot pizza on his palm.

Grins like a mad man when succeeds in making her laugh, takes her hand and helps her climb down slippery stones.

Goosebumps arises on her skin from shyness when he coils his strong arm around her to pick her up, with pizza in his other hand and giggles breathily in her ear upon hearing her squeals.

She sits in between his knees. Leans against his chest and inhales his woodsy vanilla scent, nibbles onto the crust while hearing his heartbeat.

“You scared the living hell out of me, lovie’ ... thought —-... thought I’d never be able to have you back again ... proper vanished.” He croaks out. Runs his nose up and down the sweet curve of her neck.

“Made me realise ... that I don’t want to be away from you, ever.” Y/n's breath hitches at that and she turns in his embrace. Looks at him with surprised doe eyes and coos when his eyes gloss over with wetness, that he’s forcing to keep at waterline.

“I really like you, Y/N.”

“You do?” She gasps.

He bobs his head giddily, “Can you picture it? You and I together?” He murmurs mellow street light dancing between them.

“’Us'? I like the sound of that....” She smiles searching for his hand and he grasps it eagerly like he was yearning for it.

“Kay then, when could I take you on a date?” He grins. Dimples mauving deep and pretty.

“This isn’t a date?”

“We’re in Italy. The sky's so romantic and I’ve got you, seems like a date to me....” She peppers kisses to each rosy gap of his knuckles and his inside bursts like they never did before.

“Kay then. It’s memorable too, you got lost on our first day –--”

“Harryyyy....” She whines nudging him in belly with her elbow. “’Kay we could change that.” He laughs. Showering her in kisses and her laughs whirls loudly into quite air, trying to squirm away from his tickles.

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

y’know earlier this year when i was staying at my best friend’s parents place while still having one of my medical attachments on, while healing from my surgery… they liked to point out that i was always getting up late, and how i was like that in high school too. like obvs it’s true, that in high school my bestie would ring my house (yes i’m old enough for landlines lmao) at like 8am to ask if i could go over on the weekend….. but like the problem was that i wouldn’t get up till like 10am-12pm or sometimes if i did get up slightly earlier, like 9:30am; i’d take literally like 3 hours to get ready.

like my late rising has always been a bit of a problem, even when i went to sleep over bc i’d get up an hour or two later than everyone else (except when it was a sydney shopping day lmao). idk how to fix it because i’m still like this very well into my 20s and will probs be like this for the rest of my life. but mainly i hate the whole “getting up early makes you a better person” thing bc like as someone who seems to be wired to get up much later in the morning, it makes me sound lazy and unmotivated etc. when i’m just motivated by sleep more than anything else lmao.

also don’t like how the hospital liked pointing out too while i was there from nov 2020 and jan this year that i should be getting up at 7:30am everyday (okay for hospital it was bc the time of brekky and blood tests lmao) or just generally be better at getting up early…. instead of my usual roughly 10am rising; as if getting up at that time when i felt more rested was bad and that getting up earlier (on less sleep) would make me healthier and more functional. although then again, they were also telling me that i should go to bed earlier (which is true let’s be real here)…. but getting up at 10am everyday shouldn’t be seen as a setback or lazy or unproductive.

[littlekatleaf]

Buried in a burning flame is love and its decisive pain (part 3)

Part One

Part Two 

“Did ya see that shit,” Junkrat said as he squeezed close to the door to let Roadhog have room next to him. “Bloody fuckin’ bonzer, mate. Blasted those dipsticks back to the scrap heap. An’ the fire, what a beaut.” Only had to blink to feel it again. The weightlessness of flying. The OR14 exploding into scrap. The whooshing rush as air filled the explosion’s vacuum. The flames. The burn. The acrid stench of sulfur and potassium. “Fuckin’ did it. Fuckin’ won!”

“For the love of God, shut up.” Roadhog interrupted and only then did the silence of the others register.

Tracer’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, her jaw clenched. Mei stared out the window, pointedly ignoring him. Even Lucio and D.Va were quiet.

He frowned. Missed something, somewhere. Cast his thoughts back. “No one hurt?” Assumed someone woulda said immediately, or just gone without waiting for him and Roadhog.

“None of us,” Mei said shortly, emphasizing the ‘us’.

“Someone else?” Flash of Emily and Tracer forehead to forehead.

“Don’t know. Tracer can’t reach them on her com.”

Junkrat sat back. “Shit. Didn’t think...”

“Of course not! You never do. An idea crosses what passes for your mind and you’re off doing something on your own - something incredibly insane and dangerous - and paying no attention to what you’re supposed to be doing. What you were ordered to do.”

“Coulda left me.” Came out a little more defensive than he meant it, but hell, was true.

“And the team’d be two men short because Roadhog was trying to keep your stupid, scrawny ass alive.”

“What if you’d gotten hurt? Or Roadhog? We wouldn’t have known or been able to help you,” Lucio added, quietly.

“Been fine on our own plenty of times.” Swallowed hard as he said it - hadn’t really thought about Roadie gettin’ hurt. Mei’s right - you never think. Rubbed his forehead, as if he’d get rid of the voice that way.

“It’s not how we do it, Junkrat. You know that,” Hana said. The disappointment in her expression was a kick in the teeth. Rather have Mei yellin’ at him.

He did know that. He’d just forgotten. Or maybe not really understood. Made no sense. Sure Roadhog saved his ass any number of times even when it put him in the line of fire - but that was a job. Doing shit for dosh, made sense. This? This made none. Mei didn’t like him, Tracer didn’t seem to have an opinion either way - he sure as shit wasn’t as important as her Emily. An’ while he reckoned Hana and Lucio liked him fine enough, they’d known Emily and Satya far longer. Just stood to reason they’d add it up and let him ‘n Roadie fend for themselves. Simple matter of maths. Apparently he’d missed something in the calculation.  Mei tallied it for you - six necessary to succeed. Subtract two and you fail. Really, Jamison - must you be so stupid?

Tracer parked the ute where it would be hidden by the Orca. The brilliant blue sky glared down at them; sun reflected off the metal of the ship and the snow covered trees and into Junkrat’s eyes. His head throbbed and he squinted against it. Adrenaline still fizzed through him, making his teeth want to chatter and his hands shake. Or maybe it was the cold again? The sweat of the fight had cooled in the winter wind. Shoved fists into his pockets, followed Roadhog and the others, head down.

Silence. No sign of bots; no sign of Emily or Satya neither. Least the traps hadn’t been tripped. Tracer reached out and rapped a pattern on the door. No more than a second passed before it was yanked wide and Emily fell into Tracer’s arms.

“You’re all right!” Emily said, breathlessly.

Was like Tracer faded into Lena as he watched. The tension bled from her body as she held Emily close. “So are you,” she murmured into Emily’s hair.

“What happened,” Satya asked, putting an arm around Mei and drawing her inside. They all followed.

“There was an attack, like Morrison warned. But the settlement was deserted. No one’d been there in weeks. Lena thought it meant they’d be coming for you and Emily. You are okay?” Mei studied her carefully, like she might be hiding something.

Satya nodded. “We are. It has been quiet.”

“So much for a relaxing vacation.” Mei gusted out a breath, laughed, and just like that the tension dissipated. Lena and Emily disappeared to their room, likely to have a naughty. Satya and Mei lingered for only a second before disappearing as well. Hana and Lucio took over the vid screen for a game. Roadhog picked up his book, but Junkrat could tell he was watching Hana play more than actually reading.

Suddenly feeling like a puppet with its strings cut, Junkrat slumped. Adrenaline’d been the only thing keeping him going and now that it was gone he needed to crash. Made his slightly unsteady way to the bedroom, stripped off his shirt and pants - reeked of sweat and explosives - and flopped onto the cot without taking off his prosthetics. Waking up so early after late night whiskey was kicking his ass. He’d just rest a minute, til the headache fucked off.

“Junkrat? … Hey, Junkrat?”

“Mmf…?” He surfaced from sleep like he’d been underwater, disoriented.  Where…? He squinted at the sunlight streaming in the window, then discovered Emily hovering in the doorway, looking uncomfortable. Right - Taos. Vacation. And, if the way he felt at the moment was any indication, a burgeoning case of the wog. Just fucking aces. He resisted the urge to sniffle and raised a brow at Emily. “Needed somethin’, mate?”

“Um. Roadhog asked me to wake you - food’s ready, if you’re hungry.” Her gaze skittered over him, and he realized somewhat belatedly that the sheet’d slipped low over his hips. Least his bits were still covered.

“Be there in a tick,” Junkrat said. He sat up, snagged a t-shirt and yanked it over his head. “Tell him not to be such a bloody bludger next time.”

“Might, if I had the first clue what that means.”

Junkrat laughed. “Just sayin’ he’s a lazy bastard, making ya do his dirty work.”

“Not a big deal,” Emily shrugged. “He’s in the middle of a game with Hana.”

Soon as she was gone, he let himself slump back on the pillow again. His head felt heavy, thoughts slow and muddy. Truth was, he wasn’t hungry. Would really rather go back to sleep, but then they’d figure out something was wrong. He was always hungry. So he pushed himself to stand, tugged on a relatively clean pair of pants, raked a hand through his hair and headed for the stairs.

Unfortunately, standing up seemed to redistribute the congestion in his head and his nose prickled. Tried a small sniff, but it didn’t help, the sensation only increased. He hunched his shoulders, pinched his nose and squelched the sneeze into silence. Fuck it hurt, always felt like he was exploding his brain when he did that. But was better than anyone suspecting. He knuckled his nose roughly, and the itch faded.

Someone’d made brekkie for… well, whatever meal it was. Maybe scrambled eggs and toast wouldn’t kill him. And coffee. Needed fuckin’ loads of coffee. Snagged a chair between Roadie and Lucio.

“Welcome back to the land of the living,” Hana said, toasting him with her coffee cup, then narrowed her eyes. “Mostly, that is.”

“Yeah, you look rough, man. You okay?” Lucio asked.

“’M fine. Little too much ta drink last night, reckon.” Felt Roadie giving him a look behind the mask. Ignored him.

Lena laughed. “I’ve seen you drink way more than that. Sure you didn’t get hurt blowing yourself up?”

“Fuck no. Done that millions a times. Worked up mines special. Wanna try it?”

“Fuck no,” she echoed and he laughed.

“It’s a rush. All that power… Closest thing ta flyin’.”

“I’ll stick to the Orca, thanks.”

Waved away her concern. “Ah, it’s safe as houses.”

Lena looked meaningfully at his mech arm and he faked an expression of affront.

“That ain’t got nothin’ to do with me own work. How could you even think it?”

“How did it happen, then,” Mei asked, like she didn’t believe him.

Yes, Jamison. Tell them how it happened. Mouth went dry and it took him a second to swallow the bite of eggs he’d taken without choking. Cleared his throat. “Not really a story for dinner table convo,” he managed and took a long drink of coffee.

“A better story is how he got the gold tooth,” Roadhog said and launched into a woefully unembellished tale of the bar fight and subsequent need for a replacement tooth. Somehow this led to other stories about heists gone wrong in various ways … your fault…  and the others were laughing and sure he’d laughed at his own cock ups plenty of times but there was an odd echoing edge of this laughter and it scraped against his skin like sandpaper. Rubbed a hand through his hair. Leg started jittering. Got up, took his unfinished plate and Roadhog’s empty one and left them in the sink, trying not to notice that his hand was shaking.

Listen to them laughing. You think you can trust them? In the joke, you’re the punchline. Ain’t the way it is. No? Wait until they see how weak you really are. See if they keep you around then - or if it’s just Roadhog they want. But we’re a…

A what, Jamison? What are you and Roadhog?

... A duo. Where I go, he goes. He’s my… my bodyguard. And when he gets a better offer? One where he won’t have to put up with you? Suddenly a hand touched his arm and he jumped.

“Didn’t mean to startle you,” Lucio said apologetically. “You sure you’re okay?” He frowned, reached toward Junkrat’s forehead. “You feel a little warm.”

Junkrat stepped back, out of reach. “I’m f…” but even as he was saying it, he realized he was about to sneeze. Shit. He just managed to twist to the side, ducking away from Lucio. “Ah’Riiish!”

“Santinho,” Lucio said.

Only a second for a breath before another hit. “Ah’Riiish-iish!”

“Deus te ajude.”

Another breath, another sneeze. “Ah’Riiish-uh!”

“Deus, te faça feliz.” Lucio handed him a tissue.

Junkrat blew his nose. “What ya sayin’, mate?”

Lucio shrugged. “Just what my grandma used to say when I was a kid. Don’t usually get to say all three, though.”

“Aww, you got Roadhog’s cold,” Hana said. “How’d that happen?” Her tone was teasing, insinuating. “No, ‘m fine,” Junkrat said, but spoiled it by sneezing again. Least this time he had tissues.

“Gross, you’re like a plague rat,” Mei said and Hana actually laughed. See?

“Rack off,” Junkrat said. Hadn’t thought Hana would laugh at him. Not really.

“She didn’t mean anything by it.” Satya looked at him flatly.

“Fuck you.”

“Rat.” Roadhog’s voice was low, warning.

“Nah, fuck this.”  Out out out. Had to get out. Get away. He turned and, yanking his jacket from the peg by the door, slammed out.

[teruthecreator]

thoughts on sandwiches

there are thots on my sandwich??? 

hgbgrjbgrjhrg i jest but honestly?? sandwiches do be kinda hittin doe 

i’m not a fan of the typical Sandwich Vegetables (other than onions), so usually when im buying a sandwich its just like meat and cheese. but you get a nice sandwich from somewhere??? that hits the Spot! 

also my mom used to do soup and sandwich nights for dinner when she was feeling tired where she’d make grilled sandwiches and then buy soup and kettle chips and bruh,,,,,what i wouldnt GIVE for that kinda meal rn,,,,

sadly im too lazy to buy myself sandwich shit hbjghrbghjgrbgrj 

imma be honest a brekkie sandwich (bacon egg and cheese lil ketchup and hotsauce) is the Move when it’s like 1:30 PM and i’ve yet to eat 

(i have way too many opinions on sandwiches but tldr; sandwich good!) 

[aneesaprice]

Crispy on the outside, soft and eggy on the inside - savoury French toast with creamy, rich black cheddar, burst tomatoes and packed full of flavour, spicy chilli jam. My hubby works across time zones and it’s his first full weekend off in months so brunch was a forgone conclusion. But I was feeling too lazy and half asleep this morning to go big on brekkie. I had a massive sourdough bread loaf, gorgeous eggs and his fave meal is savoury French toast (aka egg fried bread) but it looked boring. So, I looked through the hamper of gorgeous goodies @mydelifresh sent me to poshed up my plate. I am over the moon in love with this dreamy, creamy black cheddar from J.J. Sandham, a small family cheese making business. It curled like a dream and had these speckles running through it that reminded me of salami. The “Reaper’s Revenge” chilli jam from @thechillijamman gave the perfect amount of acid to cut through the rich toast and cheese and... it gave the right kick to wake me up! I’m off to explore magical Edinburgh on a sunny Good Friday. Have a fantastic Friday! All products gifted or bought from @mydelifresh . . . #brunch #frenchtoast #blackcheddar #cheddarcheese #chillijam #breakfasts #britainsbesthomecook #foodporn #foodphotography #ukfoodblogger #edinburghfoodie #ukfood #familybrunch #easterbrunch #easterbreakfast (at Edinburgh, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNKY6C6DCSw/?igshid=fd4dyjdwmcap

[cruelsxmmcr]

blondcs​:

“sure don’t!” jenny says with all the enthusiasm of a yes. “give me the basics. gun to my head, i have to convince someone i’m a true aussie. what’ll really sell them.” she dumps some sugar into her coffee, gives it a half-assed stir with her pinky finger before dipping it into her mouth, then holds the mug with both hands like it’s some prized possession. really, it’s just keeping her hands toasty. “definitely still sleepy,” she agrees, her lazy smirk suggestive, huffing out a breath that ruffles the strands of blond hanging in her face. “that looks delicious, by the way. now i’m really glad you didn’t go. that was like, so stressful. i can’t even imagine how you were feeling.”

“Just shorten words and you’ll be fine. See, this,” he takes an avocado, “is an avo. And all of that,” he gestures to the breakfast, “is brekky.” He chuckles at himself, he’s actually taking this seriously. “Think we can convince the others to a barbie with a cold one later tonight?” He pauses, like he’s seriously waiting for an answer. “Barbecue and beer,” he explains, though he assumes she knows about barbie Everyone’s heard throw another shrimp on the barbie! at some point in their lives, no? “I think I might need to charge you for those lessons, though,” he teases lightly. “Hold up, I see it now. You’re only glad because I’m here making you breakfast.” He narrows his eyes playfully at the blonde. He blows his cheeks, nodding. “But, yeah, I’m glad, too. It was nerve wrecking standing up there, that’s for sure.”

[luckyomikujis]

LOL this is a picture that i made and edited after watching a video on specific instagram stories edits and so i felt that i had to make one HAH i’m sad because i checked the previous posts and my posts from atami and yesterday weren’t posted!! >:( wtf tumblr well i probably won’t rewrite them cause it’s too late and i won’t be as specific with the details of my days

11/19/2019 - Tuesday

woke up at 6:59am, went back to sleep until my 7:04am alarm those extra minutes really count!!

started japanese midterm review and ft’ed val :)

made brekkie and then went back to homework; worked on goku note too

then got ready and went to the gym for an hour it was BACK DAYYY i felt really out of shape and got tired so fast,,, idk why though :(

went back to my dorm and just fell asleep until 12:10pm and then got up, got ready and left for my gender class

got to class early and just chilled, looked up uw scholarships!

had class, went to art history class, regretted missing the last quiz cause i lost 10% from that :(

ended class early and talked to my professor for a quick sec about the essay, then went back to my dorm to review for my japonism midterm

texted val and got a lil pissy cause she was gonna miss our ft time

continued japonism and japanese midterm review

did more hw and left to eat sushi with marco! saw a cat on the way just chillin!

had my usual nigiri set and we just talked about life

went to 7-11 to grab some ice cream AND IT WAS SO GOOD!! it was the choco crunch bar!! will get again

i think i’ll start writing some of these early just cause i know i won’t write them later cause i’ll be too lazy. but today was fairly productive, but i just felt really low energy :( i’m trying to find a good caffeine source that’s not coffee cause coffee gives me anxiety, so i’m trying some teas, but there’s not enough caffeine, so i’m at a loss right now,,, well i’ll find a way :) i think i’ll also get some ice cream on the way back hehe delicious! THE CRUNCH ICE CREAM AT 7-11 *chef’s kiss* DELICIOUS!!

today was a good 3.5🍾/5🍾

[stylesdimplefeelings]

Okay so I'm having to post this again because I was going through my page and for some reason this piece got deleted! Dunno how! Anyway, there's a part two to this and it just doesn't make sense without the first! *** Y/N loves flying out to see Harry. She loves hearing the enthusiasm in his voice when she tells him her vacation's been approved at work. She loves when Harry picks her up from airports, holding up the cutest handmade sign that reads 'Y/N!!(:'. Especially because he draws happy faces, or hearts, or loads of x's, and goes overboard with exclamation points sometimes. She loves hearing Harry go on and on about the town(or city) he's in at the time. Loves it when he talks about the locations that are popular, as if he really is all familiar, when in reality he's only just gotten there himself a day prior and hadn't even heard of the place before then. It makes her think that maybe he lays awake at night, before her arrival, studying these places, just so he can tell her all about them. She loves going out to sight see with him, wonderful spots she's never even dreamt of visiting. She really loves hanging out with the boys and the crew, and engaging with fans when they come up to Harry, or Liam, or Louis, or Niall. More than anything though, she loves spending time with Harry. This time it's different though, and if she's being honest, she's feeling a tad nervous. Well, that might be an understatement. Harry's quite excited though. It's been a while since he's seen his best friend. Sure, he's constantly phoning her, or messaging her, but it's not the same. So when he sees her with her luggage, the escalator moving too slow for his liking, he smiles wide in adoration. Definitely not the same. But here he is, his hair short and slicked messily to the side. With a sign that reads 'Y/N ♡ (:', just like she has missed. And as soon as she steps off the escalator, she drops her bags with a thud and Harry's striding towards her, arms open. "Missed you, kitten." He smiles into her hair, inhaling the refreshing yet familiar scent of vanilla. It's quite easy for Harry to pick her up and spin her then, and she gives a small squeak, but laughs anyway. "Been missing you since you left, you big movie star, you." And her voice is music to his ears, can never get enough. It's why their conversations always go into the wee hours of the morning. Harry sets her back down, gently, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "M'still the same ole lad that liked to work at a bakery." Harry never really does change. Always been so humble. "Hey! Did y'know-" "That you used to work at a bakery!" Y/N joins in, and they finish the sentence together. "I might've heard something about that, yes." They both chuckle before Harry takes her suitcase handle in his hand, "lemme help you with these, love." "How was the trip?" Harry questions, leading the way out. Y/N hasn't really known anything but quiet airports when it comes to visiting Harry. Always been best to arrive at night so the possibilities of getting swarmed are to a minimum. "Slept a lot. Got a bit of work done-" "You never really understood what a vacation was," Harry chuckles. And it's quite true. She can never really not do anything, and in that aspect, Harry and Y/N are much alike. But that's why she likes vacationing with Harry, he's able to distract her and really help her relax. "That's why m'here, darlin'." She retorts, "anyway. It was sort of weird, too. Couple of people came up to me, no idea who they were, and asked about ya." Harry raises an eyebrow at this. "Mhm-" she hums. By this time, he's loading her belongings into the back of a rental, before opening the passenger door for her, "one guy even asked for a picture with me." Harry makes his way around the front of the car, jumping so into the driver's seat. "S'now y'think you're all high an' mighty?" He teases, giving her a smirk and putting the car in drive. "Don't worry, you'll always be my number one," Y/N giggles, patting his hand set on the arm rest. Harry nods and laughs in amusement, "m'just glad you're here, poppet. M'excited for you to meet everyone." "Me too," she answers, unsure. And if it were anyone else, she might've gotten away with that, but it's Harry, and Harry knows her too well, so he takes her hand in his and gently squeezes it, smiling a reassuring smile "they're gonna love ya'." And just like she predicted, Harry's making sure to note places he's either read about or has been to on their way to the hotel. The pub he and his cast mates went to on a day off, restaurant they celebrated a crew member's birthday, park he likes to take a run through. But Y/N still can't help the uneasiness that creeps back up, because when she visited Harry on tours, she knew mostly everyone. Even when Harry wasn't around because he was rehearsing, or in wardrobe, or performing, she still had Lou and Lux, sometimes Gemma and Meredith. But now, she's not going to know anyone but Harry, and that's a little scary when she thinks about it. Who is she going to talk to when Harry's on set. She really doesn't want to come off as a loner. And she's naturally super shy, so she doesn't want his cast ages to think she's stuck up either. "Here we are," Harry's voice cuts through her thoughts, "you'll be sleeping in the room next to mine. S'got a door that connects 'em, so I'll be a step away." Harry's always been so considerate with her, to the point where it feels like she's being babied. But she doesn't mind, cos he tells her he's just being cautious. Wouldn't want anything to happen to her, and she knows, he's always been real protective. "S'that mean I can come over to yours?" Y/N doesn't mean to sound like a child. Usually the first night in a foreign city she spends in Harry's room. They'll be watching movies or just talking until Y/N is more at ease, and eventually he'll get her to sleep. She always tells him she'll try her best not to bother him, but she can't think of anything better than cuddling up to Harry. And Harry assures her he doesn't mind. Not at all. He's always said he sleeps much better when he's got someone to cuddle. "Door's gonna be wide open-" he smiles, pushing his floor number button with his thumb once inside the lift, "-figuratively, o'course." Y/N smiles at him, her way of saying 'thank you', before she yawns and rubs at her eyes. When the lift comes to a halt, Harry helps a now very sleepy Y/N out, leading the way with the palm of his hand on her back. Times likes these he's got to make sure his steps are shorter, wouldn't want to hurry her up. He slides the keycard and opens her suite door, setting her belongings down next to the TV stand. "Up you go," he whispers now, noticing how droopy her eyes have gotten. He pulls the covers back, letting her slip under before he's taking off her sneakers and settling her into bed. The upside in having her arrive at night is that she always wears bed time clothes to ensure she's comfortable. "I'll make sure to wake you for brekkie. G'nite, kitten." With a light kiss to her temple, Harry makes his way next door into his own room. A room that feels just a little empty now for some reason. And Harry stands here in the dark, a feeling of relief washing over him as he runs his fingers through his hair. He slips off his boots, then his shirt, and lastly his pants before deciding on a warm shower, excited that tomorrow, Harry will finally be able to introduce to everyone the girl he's been going on about for a while now. *** Harry wakes up to a slight stream of light coming in through the curtains, a hand instinctively feeling the spot next to him, in hopes that it wouldn’t be empty, but when he feels nothing but cool sheets, he can’t ignore the feeling of disappointment in the pit of his stomach. One thing Harry always counted on is Y/N's body next to him. Doesn't matter whether she's cuddled up to him, arm flung across his torso and face buried in his neck, or if she's a ball of limbs sleeping inches away from him, hair laid messily against white sheets. He finds comfort in the way she breathes, her hands mindlessly reaching over to him to touch him, any part of him. That's why she's his favourite to cuddle. Let's him move her around any which way he wants, and only nuzzles into him closer. When it's hot, she settles for Harry's arm around and under her neck, slung lazy on her shoulder, her head on his chest. When it's cold, she lets him spoon her, his torso warm against her back, arms locked around her waist and their legs tangled. Sometimes he rubs her tummy, too. Knows she likes it when he rubs her tummy. It's why he prefers it when it's cold. "Morning sunshine!" And just like that, a smile creeps over him as he looks over at Y/N make her way to the edge of his bed laying out his clothes on top, "completely knocked out last night. Woke up real early! I've picked out your outfit! Now let's get going before you're late!" Y/N's not sure what got into her. The sudden confidence seems to have her over excited now, giddy and in a hurry to get to Harry's work. "Woah! Whas' gotten into yeh?" Y/N knows the drill the second Harry sits up and reaches for the cover, so she turns around and stares at the wall so he can change. She shrugs, "figured I should make the most of it. S'not everyday I get to hang out with famous people!" "Ayeeee! S'not nice!" Harry would be offended if he had an ego, but it really only reminds him that Y/N doesn't care that he's Harry Styles. "M'joking!" She turns around after hearing the sound of a zipper being pulled up. Harry gives her a playful glare before sliding his shirt over his head and his arms, tugging at the bottom and stretching it down. He looks at her through the bathroom mirror, talking to her about the people he's been spending time with as he washes his face and brushes his teeth. Minutes later, they're out for breakfast before heading to set. *** Y/N's having a grand time. She honestly doesn't know why she was so worried. Everyone's been so lovely to her. She was timid at first yeah, practically clinging to Harry when they arrived. But when he was taken to get into costume and she was left alone, a few of his cast mates approach her, making small talk before excusing themselves. She's observing, watching everyone scrambling around to their positions when one of the crew ladies offers her a donut, and she doesn't want to be rude and not take one, so she does, and boy is she glad she did. Because at that moment, a guy clad in a soldier costume, his face covered with what she's assuming is mud, reaches for the last glazed just when she's about to grab it. He apologises and hands it over to her, claiming he likes the chocolate ones better anyway. He politely introduces himself, jokingly tipping his imaginary hat. Fionn is his name, and she remembers him from a few of the first leaked pictures of Harry on the set. He asks her name, and when she tells him, he hmm's knowingly and says "so you're the famous Y/N" before taking another bite of his donut. Y/N's not sure how long they've been talking for, all she knows is that her face is starting to hurt from so much smiling. The sound of a train whistle brings her back, and she looks up to see Harry looking back at them, a look on his face that she can't make out. She waves at him, a huge smile on her face because she's finally here, looking at her very handsome best friend in action, and he doesn't wave back, rather keeps his stare stern before tucking his body back into the locomotive, causing her smile to fade.

[louisarambleson]

We’ve had quite an adventurous morning. It began when we opened the curtains to snow, continued with me being mobbed by 18 rather large Tassie crows, and ended with a very wet walk through a steep and slippery gorge in every type of weather… Snow, sun, rain, sleet and wind!

I woke wondering if it had snowed because it seemed rather quiet outside… the way it does when sound is deadened by snow. John peeled back the curtain by the bed and there it was… about an inch of snow at its thickest. I grabbed my camera and went out onto the balcony to take some photos. Next thing, about 3 crows swooped down to me. I squeeeled and dashed back inside. By now there were 18 crows…. 14 on the balcony rail and chairs, and 4 more in the nearby trees and bushes. I think they must have wanted some brekkie but I’m afraid they didn’t get any here… Signs say not to feed the wildlife.

After dressing in our warm and waterproof gear we drove up to the Rangers’ Station for a walk. It was still rather overcast and the light snow turned to fine rain as we visited Pencil Pine Falls. I was disappointed not to be able to get my filters out for some long exposure shots of the falls because of the rain and spray, but that’s the way it goes sometimes… Can’t win ‘em all. At least the waterfalls, rivers and streams on the walk were impressive, and roaring along after all the rain. And I did just about capture a rainbow when the sun appeared for a bit.

We then followed the board walk through the forest to Kynvet Falls. A lack of footprints in the snow showed that nobody else was mad enough to be out in this weather. The rain forest was lovely though… It was sheltered from the wind and bright green after the wet weather. All the trees are covered in mosses and lichens, which obviously like the clean, damp air. John spotted a pademelon in the bushes but  I didn’t manage to get a good shot of it because it bounced off when I trod on and snapped a branch on the ground. We didn’t see any other wildlife today. I reckon everything was tucked up somewhere warm, avoiding the snow and rain. We did see lots of evidence of wombats though, in the form of cuboid poo!

The ranger we spoke to at the visitor centre yesterday recommended Dove Canyon Circuit (a continuation of the Kynvet Falls walk) to us because it’d be quiet, and we took his advice. I hadn’t realised it’d also be a bit of an adventure… or should that be drama where I’m involved?! It began easily enough through open land and on rocky paths, crossing Pencil Pine Creek before approaching the Dove River canyon.

After this, the path got more difficult because it was covered in wet rocks and muddy puddles, and cross-crossed with slippery wet roots, which I hate. In fact it was a stream for much of the way… Thank goodness for waterproof boots! We seemed to make quite slow progress, especially over the steep, slippery ascents and descents in the woods and on cliff edges. I started to get a bit grumpy because we’d made a few errors of judgement. Firstly, we wore our duvet jackets under our waterproofs because it was cold but, once we were moving we were too hot. However, we hadn’t taken a rucksack so we couldn’t take the insulating layer off. We were wet on the inside from sweating on the climbs, and soaked on the outside from rain and snow. We also forgot to take any water and a phone but, fortunately we weren’t out too long and didn’t have an accident!

[No pictures here because I was too grumpy/scared to take any at this point on the walk 😜]

In some places I was scared of slipping or tripping and falling down the steep hillside but, in hindsight I was probably being a bit of a drama queen! We did have a small row when I said I’d had enough and didn’t find John’s response very helpful or understanding! Fortunately, not long after this, the path left the steep gorge and the terrain improved. After a while, we joined the Cradle Valley Boardwalk, which was an easy stroll back to the Rangers’ Station.

It was a beautiful walk, even in the rain and snow. However, I would have enjoyed it more on a dry day so I could have enjoyed the scenery better, without worrying about falling. I’d also have enjoyed it more if I hadn’t been absolutely soaked! We drove back to our cabin where we stripped off in the porch and hung everything up to dry. We then made a hot cup of tea and spent an hour soaking in the spa bath, while we watched the tall trees outside swaying in the wind and rain. Now we’re having a lazy afternoon. Lovely!

An adventurous morning in Cradle Mountain We’ve had quite an adventurous morning. It began when we opened the curtains to snow, continued with me being mobbed by 18 rather large Tassie crows, and ended with a very wet walk through a steep and slippery gorge in every type of weather...

[dalmorosblog]

Days 3 and 4: Eating out on a vegan diet

In general, I’ve found it’s not the cooking at home that’s the issue when you’re following a ‘special’ diet. The cooking, in fact, has been a fun creative challenge for me as a food writer. I managed easily at home for Saturday breakfast with some bakery sourdough (four ingredients: flour, water, sourdough starter, salt) with peanut butter and tomato. The trickier part is when you’re out and about and picking up food on the fly.

Later that day I’m at The Very Vintage Day Out event at Shed 10. It’s a big, buzzy event with lots of people, and lots of food. But the food trucks outside are full of meaty (and delicious-smelling) food and for a while I think I’m going to have to have fries for lunch. But inside, happily, there are vegan-friendly delights. I approach a cute taco caravan tentatively. I feel a little silly asking for vegan dishes – like I’m being extra demanding and picky. But they’re totally relaxed and smiley about it, and I eat a rather delicious bowl of vegan nachos full of veges and guacamole. The only issue I have is completely unrelated to being vegan: how to eat this elegantly in my ’60s-era suit and large bouffant hairdo. Did Jackie O ever have this problem?

I’m not a big snacker but as it happens there are sweet treats that are too good to pass up. A selection of vegan cupcakes at Rockabilly Bakes, and vegan gelato from Lalele – both delicious and lovely in flavour and texture.

Later, I’m running late for the Show Me Shorts film festival opening night with friends. I throw together some fried rice with veges, tofu and chilli. If I wasn’t vegan I’d probably default to an egg dish here, such as an omelette or scramble, which I can get on the plate in five minutes. This took a bit more time, but was probably more satisfying.

At the event I have a glass of Deutz. When I get home I check to see if it’s vegan. It’s not on the list of vegan-friendly wines on the Vegetarians NZ website. The Deutz website isn’t helpful either. So I still don’t know if I’ve consumed egg whites or fish bladders!

On Sunday I have a lazy toast brekkie in bed (Marmite is vegan, yay) and a bit of a grazing day. I’m working on a sewing project at home and don’t want to stop to cook. Through the day I eat nuts, cashew cheese (so more nuts),  avocado on toast and fruit.

I’m a bit hungry by early evening, so I make one of my favourite savoury snacks: popcorn. I always make it in a pot myself so it’s vegan-friendly (the microwave stuff has dairy-containing additives), dressed with a little salt and some chilli oil.

Recipe inspiration strikes at dinner time after browsing through a few of the plant-based books on my shelves. I stuff an eggplant with a mix of veges, mushrooms, rice and tofu spiced with paprika, cumin and chilli. Topped with spicy chipotle-infused cashew cheese, baked in the oven and served with roasted tomatoes, it’s a really delicious dish. (I’ll feature the recipe in Healthy Food Guide in one of the summer issues).

Dessert is a glass of chocolate macadamia milk. It’s a lot nicer than it sounds.

*Follow Niki’s journey on her Instagram account @nikibezzant

Further reading:

Why I’m going vegan for a week

Going vegan: Day 1

Going vegan day 2: Hidden animal products

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[theleftoverurl]

.*.*. October 16, 2017 .*.*.

Facing the Music :(

So I’m going to do a double-post about yesterday and today because I didn’t have time last night.

Yesterday was a very, very bad day because I finally had to face the music and deal with the fact that my disorganization has meant that I haven’t completed one of the capabilities that I need for my degree. I have been in denial about it for a long time and pushing it back. In first year I was very nervous and had strong personalities in my hospital group, so I never felt able to speak out and I did not feel comfortable (especially as I was a first year) doing my SOCAs then. By the end of the year I was in a mild form of panic about it, but rationalized that I had to do 4 and there were 4 courses next year, so all I had to do was do one per course. Additionally, I already had one under my belt sans reflection, and I don’t think the importance of the reflection had made its impression on me.

Despite the fact that upon reflection I sort of knew about that being a key component as expressed during clinical skills, the fact that I was still settling into interstate life, being in college underage and not being able to rely heavily on my friends because they were new led to this negligence. I made a terrible mistake out of laziness in not checking the other requirements, such as what courses I had to do them in and that they were actually due after the 3rd course of second year. I have also always struggled with asking for help as I have never really had to do it and I think maybe it is pride to some extent or just being scared to ask. I was also too scared to ask my new friends about the requirements of SOCAs or how to submit a reflection because it was so late in the year and I was afraid of judgment. In hindsight, it’s sort of fitting that I’m going to fail the Effective Communications capability.

Unfortunately for me, this realization all came crashing down towards the end of the second course and then I didn’t contact anyone about it because I was in a state of homesickness and general misery for most of the end of Semester 2 and couldn’t get my act together. I don’t want to call it depression but it was the most prolonged state of helplessness, stasis and low-key just feeling down that I’ve ever experienced. Veronica had suffered a panic attack, Hadeel had tried to kill herself, Kate’s dad was really sick so her mum had to come up, I was in the process of breaking up with my boyfriend and then I had this to stress about too and I just couldn’t deal. I considered talking to the psych about it, Ute, but I’ve never approached a psych before and I didn’t want it to seem like a cop-out trying to get out of the fact that I dropped the ball sort of thing. Also I just couldn’t seem to motivate myself to do anything during this period. Luckily 2nd course ended so I got to go home and recuperate a bit.

Then when I got back ready to start 3rd course and deal with this I realized a terrible thing – I forgot to submit my hospital SOCA for the 2nd course amidst all that misery. I was very upset because I made super sure to get it done, but there is no fax machine in college and so my inherent lack of motivation kicked in and I brought it with me to Perth to scan it in during the holidays but by then it was too late. Then we had a weeklong break because it was university break even though we had just started so the med office was closed, and the week before that I went to Singapore (I arranged it so I only ended up missing one class and I am glad that I went).

Then last week I spoke to Katie, head of my floor about it because I wanted advice and anatomy help for pracs and she wasn’t very helpful, to be completely honest. Very lovely and encouraging, but I knew then that I had to go to MESO. I went that Friday but the Phase 1 coordinator was not in, so I sent an email. The reply came on yesterday.

My issues with communicating about this issue were sort of exacerbated by email because I had to keep it short and to the point. Also I know all of the above does not negate the fact that I just dropped the ball and was lazy and disorganized and it’s jeopardized by degree but I’m a university student and a teenager, so I wanted to sort of explain myself and realized that I just can’t. There’s no way I can summarize the above and frankly I don’t really think it makes a difference to my case either way. However my lack of being able to tell my account and the fact that my case bounced between different people in charge through a very long email chain meant that I spent the entire day being reprimanded by different people, and ruminating on my mistakes without really having an outlet to vent/let it out/explain myself. This made me very miserable and distracted so I probably didn’t do a very good job at all of tutoring that afternoon.

However, luckily my common sense kicked in enough to realize I still have to prepare for exams and I still have to try my best in anatomy and study really hard for the other components, so I had quite a productive day. Hospital was cancelled because our tutor forgot and my ethics teaching for peer teaching was today so I did a lot of work on that and got through some notes for the general med course. We had a group meeting and I had come up with some really interesting/controversial ethical issues and linked them to the main topic (euthanasia) so it was a really good group meeting. I really like Luke, he’s a top bloke and Kuheli and Hei Wai were good at expressing their opinions which gave me a lot of hope for my lesson.

Then after tutoring I missed the bus (probably because my mind was after other things) and so made it as far as Newmarket and then had to pay $15 to Uber home which was really annoying. In a very, very bad mood I went up to Floor 7 where Kate was starting to pre for El Topo and I figured that there wasn’t really much more I could do about my Effective Communications cap right now, so I might as well go out and have fun. I borrowed a really nice dress from her for pink party (to raise awareness for breast cancer) and we drank a bottle of bubbly. By then I was feeling a little better because I’m (too) good at compartmentalizing my problems. We joined Loz and Jaime and stuff for a floor crawl and Linley was absolutely trashed. Then we headed for the bus. I was feeling good cos I only had 3.5 standards in me so wasn’t drunk at all and it was the last time Baxter went out as a college and the last party bus too.

Linley vomited into a bin the whole bus ride, so Max took her home. Kate, Claudia and Nick were really triggered because she was being dramatic about it and wanting them to leave the club to see her and they didn’t want to. Kate and I had agreed as soon as the music was shit we would go home because I wanted an early night to do work in the morning and she had class but the music was so good. It was a really good night and we still left relatively early and Hamish tagged along. Kate went straight to bed when we got back and so I was left to my own devices. I added tuna to Mi Goreng and it was probably one of the best decisions of my life. A bit too salty but I love tuna and I love noods and I felt proteinated and a bit more healthy and a bit more full. Brilliant.

Hamish sent me the weirdest passive-aggressive texts about me ignoring him all night and never talking to him etc. etc. and it was just so awkward because like I do want us to be friends but I also don’t really care like I’m not really going to touch base a lot or anything. I want it to sort of be like low maintenance cos I ain’t got a lot of time but I feel like he and I are just on completely different pages now.

Finally, full and feeling marginally better, I took the 4h of sleep available to me.

 .*.*. October 17, 2017 .*.*.

Work, work, work, work, work, work :)

That title is fairly representative of my life anyway in the next 2 weeks with 55 lectures to catch up on.

Anyway, I was woken up at 7:00 to take the college picture which I didn’t really give a shit about but didn’t want judgment from Kate for not going. I then tried to go in my Baxter jumper and pyjama shorts but then saw that everyone bothered to put on nice clothes so rushed back to change. How ridiculous. We are wearing our academic gowns so you only see a strip of clothing and there are 210 people in Baxter, so you’re hardly gonna see you pinky fingernail-sized face let along your formal dinner gowns. I felt so dead but a little better after hot brekky.

Then I tried to get back to sleep to no avail and was just drifting off when I was woken by the cleaner. I took my book Peak and my laptop to the common room and had a nice peaceful morning reading and doing lots of med work. I skipped the tutorial we had (I think it was physiology?) because I got a follow-up email from the professor in charge of portfolios for my college and the time he gave me to ring him was during the tute. I gave him a call and it was really quick and basically he said he has no information about what I can do, he has to ask Dr. Taylor (who refused to tell me anything yesterday so good luck) and to get back to him tomorrow. He did say if I fail though it “sets you back to the end of February” which I think is wrong because we don’t start uni till then anyway? Anyway all you do is rewrite your portfolio and they “get you to do things like SOCAs” so I think it should be okay cos I can’t imagine being set back very far and my only concern now is doing the SOCAs when I’m in Perth for the holidays, but I can probably come back early anyway as I have settled accommodation here. So that was some relatively good news.

I ran my ethics tutorial and it wasn’t as good as I expected but it was also more interesting and in some ways better than I expected too. Karim said it was interesting which I thought was high praise. Steph was her usual self-absorbed whiny self and Pam looked like she was gonna kill me when I gave my argument for gay marriage. However, everyone participated and I think they at least appreciated what I was trying to do. No one in my group commented on it so I think it was okay. Then we had a last minute group meeting and I was allocated the Johari windows again RIP but I think I can bullshit it well enough (hopefully). It doesn’t really matter anyway.

Then I went to tutor Ella and mum rang me on the bus. I was running really late (30min!) which was embarrassing but mum and I had a good chat even though I feel kind of bad I’m not telling her about this portfolio fiasco but I also feel like that will just cause her unnecessary anger and stress when I’m handling it (finally). I love Ella she’s a beautiful girl and we are really going to work on her problem solving skills so that she’s a confident maths student by the time I’m done with her. Her dad Scott is really nice too.

Then I bussed back and tried to do anatomy but maybe it was the 4h sleep or maybe it was the sudden alleviation of stress from the day before or maybe because I only ate a salad all day but I fell asleep and had an hour-long nap. Then when I woke up I started reading Gray’s Anatomy because I think textbooks are helpful and the consequence is I have a lot of work left to do but I think the nap was a good idea anyway because my concentration was noticeably better.

Now it’s bedtime and tomorrow will be another chaotic day, full of group meetings and tutoring and lectures and follow-up for portfolio and also Tas has come and is staying the night?! So yeah lots of fun and I don’t really even mean that sarcastically, at least I’m busy and my life is sorting itself out and we will just deal with each day as it comes.

[muffindaddystyles]

HUSBAND!HARRY HEADCANONS (NSFW+)

He'd be an excited puppy at his wedding day. Getting emotional to an extent he'd stutter his vows only to shove his face into his palms out of shyness and hug you making everyone laugh and hoot.

At the after party would be pulling you close by wrist whispering dirty things and sweet nothings not forgetting to mention of Mr/Mrs. Styles each time.

Danced and drink his arse off making you sneak with the whines that he can't wait anymore to take you instead knacker out the moment he touches the mattress.

Would apologise in the morning with room service, his mouth and fingers.

Would be smothering you in loud wet kisses when you'd dress up to go outside with him.

Wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself even in public and steal pecks when no-one's watching. The whole time lacing his fingers in between yours, swaying them when walking through streets of italy and kissing each knuckle with a smile worming up.

You would drag him to local food stalls and have an eating competition with him. In the end when you'd get too lazy would be all pouty and doe eyes asking him to pick you up.

Alot of love making. Like alot it would make you cancel plans of next day.

Lazying around the suite in Styles embroidered robes.

He'd have flowers bought to you every morning. Pastel heart shaped boxes of different chocolates. He's too romantic. It rots your teeth.

Would have tea in the evening at hotel's balcony.

If you'd be two feets away from somewhere outside he'd call you "wifey/hubby" to gain your attention. The cocky bastard he's would point at you when everyone would smile at the new couple fondly.

You'd groan at the airport stomping your feet because he bulked up so much luggage due to his habit of drooling over every decoration piece, "'m sorry! Kay? I'll ask Jeff to figure something out." He'd give you sheepish smile and it always does wonders.

Coming back home you'd give eachother back rubs and shoulder messages which soon turns into a hard fuck.

He'd book spas for you stating he wishes that you don't find him a boring husband.

Would proudly introduce you to everyone as his life partner tucking you by his side knowing you get socially akward in the crowds.

Would help you in the kitchen in burning pots and pans squealing to have a run when you'd get grumpy. Would come to bed after scrubbing them nicely and you'd jump in his lap telling it's okay and rewarding him with kisses.

The first big fight you'd have would lit up from the stupidest reason. Could be from fact he didn't like the fictional character you love so much and you mock him that he always does this leading it to a huge fight that he doesn't love you. Making him sleep at the couch only to crawl to him in the wee of night and he'd just sprawl his arm for you to cuddle into him without a word.

Would look at lil toddlers and wrap his arms around you, chin on your shoulder exclaiming "we'll make beautiful babies one day too."

Would help you in laundry moreso his opportunity to stare your ass and tease you. Making you sit at the dryer to watch you thrash with vibrations while he does nothing but kiss you everywhere except where you need him most to annoy you.

Would sternly tell you to give a resign to your job as they treat you bad.

Would ask someone in his rich friends circle for your job and it would be the cause of your guys first serious fight where you don't talk to him for days, then when you'll cry softly in his arms "do you think 'm not capable of getting a job that you'd have to ask your friends?" So innocently it breaks his heart and he smooches kisses at your forehead with sorrys that it wasn't his intention at all.

Would have lavender and salt baths running for eachother after a hectic day.

Would share excited news with eachother first.

He'd make you listen his songs and would be all giddy fumbling with the hem of your cardigan. When you'd sob his head would perk up like a pup and he'd wipe your tears only for you to ask, "Wait. How did you write such a sad breakup song? We had our fights but they weren't thatttt serious." Then he'd just slip under duvet to hide and you'd throw it away slithering up his chest to suffocate him. "Harry!!! You bitch I'll kill you!!" He'd just laugh out loud trying to cup your cheeks and kiss you.

Would drag you late nights to have ice-cream parlour visits.

When he'd get sick would make you stay with him in bed all day. Follow you to kitchen wrapped in blankets and when you'd scold would slump. Look so cute with those teary eyes it's hard to ignore him.

Would give you mischievous glare and dimpled smile while writing from Mr and Mrs Styles on presents or something to gift.

He could be very messy and dirty sometimes. You'd throw his soggy socks at his face from the floor and he'd just dodge them with a snarky retort.

You guys would gossip with eachother while watching telly. He'd have imaginary feuds with your rude co-workers and would snap his finger while chewing on pringles in a loud voice, "Brent and Vroe are fucking. Mark my words."

When you'd scream "Harry Styles I hate you!" He'd just grin from far smacking a flying kiss. "Too bad darlin' ye're stuck with your enemy."

He'd try to be the best husband for you because when Harry loves someone he loves with each drop of his blood.

When you'd be away from home for sometime and come back to surprise him finding your house a cluster fuck he'd be like "don't be mad. I know I'm too lazy and it's a bummer.'

On the wedding anniversary he'd try to be the most romantic. Making you count each day to the amount you'd get annoyed.

Would have a tattoo for you inked on himself.

While trying to have a baby he'd be the filthiest. Would keep your legs raised and when you'd whine would sush with you kisses.

Fuck you in every corner of the house to claim you his's with marks and love bites, "do you think we did this time?" He'd huff face hidden in the crook of your neck.

Make brekkies and have dances when the vinyl is on low hum.

Would take you to Taylor Swift's concerts knowing how much you love her. Have a blast and would give you a piggie ride when it ends.

He'd look sick from anxiousness while taking pregnancy test and when it comes out positive would shrink like a shrimp and sob out loud instead of hugging you. You'd just roll your eyes laying beside him taking his face and making him look at him, "We're pregnant." His nose red and cheeks stained. "We are." You'd grin kissing him.

Next morning you'd be treated with delcious brekkie, a nice sloppy morning sex, in the shower too and a bouquet of flower with a note "To the mother of my baby."

He'd record everything on his camera roll. Each day. Your routine. Your bump. With his side cheeky commentary, "Hi me lil bunny look you're growing. Can't wait to have you in me arms. Mama's glowin'."

Would take maternity break for himself to be with you through these months.

Would gobble junk with you knowing you'd be guilty afterwards.

Would massage your feet before sleeping, fill hot water bottles, and have a whole night stand's cupboard full of your night cravings.

"How Chelsea sounds?" He'd quip from behind the baby names book, "I can't tell if you're serious." You'd blink and when his expressions remains same you'd cry. "Harry you love Chelsea boots so much doesn't mean you could name your child that!!" Then it turns into a long lecture. "Yeah, can't wait for our baby boy to be named Tom Ford cause his daddy's favourite perfume–" But he shut you up with a soft kiss and murmurs to relax.

He'd have his babies feet imprints inked on his bicep. (Sobs he'd be that kind of a dad)

Would be stoic on his descion to build all of his baby's furniture himself.

Would come up with creative ideas for baby shower.

When doctors would call him to cut the cord he'd be shivering and would probably knock his knees at the sight.

He'd be dressing up his kids in matching outfits as him. It would be super cute!!

You'd complain that he bribes his kids to drift to his side but he'd just make sure to let you know how lucky he's to have you. The person who gives him reason to live every day and his anchor.

He probably would be an embarrassing dad.

His daughter's friend's would tell her how hot he's and she'd tell him as a gossip.

He'd tease his son if he'd catch him masturbating on accident, "No worries buddy we all do it."

Ok this's the only I could think of right now. Feel free to add more with reblogs !!!! Wanna hear all of yours cause I'm bored lol.

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

some advice:

for my younger followers:

please, for the love of god, have a proper breakfast before you go to school. i know getting up early is a pain in the ass (it defs was for me back in the day).... but if having a proper breakfast like a bowl of cereal or porridge/oatmeal or a some slices of toast or whatever else floats your boat..... means that you have to get up 20mins earlier in the morning to have the substantial brekky, then get up that 20mins earlier. also who cares if it makes you late to homeroom?? homeroom is a bunch of bs anyway.

like i’m sure me always wanting to have my full breakfast down in the morning was probs the reason that i was ALWAYS late to school (not counting traffic for years 7-10 or me stalling while doing my hair or getting changed into my uniform all through high school lmao). but i didn’t give a fuck. at least i went to school with a full stomach till lunch or recess. i say this as a person who was bullied constantly for lunch/recess money from years 7-10, because half the kids at catholic school were just too fucking lazy to eat their breakfast, and instead took it upon themselves to harass me over that fact.

just eat your fucking breakfast and don’t bully/harass others for food or lunch money. or if you’re from a background where it was hard to get food on the table; if your school has a breakfast program run by a charity, like the public school i went to for did, for those students, go to that and get yourself a good breakfast (although i’m not actually sure if any kids attended this program at the public school... and im not actually sure what they served at it either, but i’m assuming it was cereal).

my point is, just have some breakfast, yeah? because other than getting harassed for my lunch money, i remember one of the girls in my group from years 7-10, skipped breakfast before school, for a while, because she was trying to lose weight or something. i know high school fucking sucks, but please don’t follow dieting advice that tells you to skip meals like brekky. like yeah blah blah “breakfast is the most important meal of the day, serving it up gary’s way! BLEH!” blah blah. again, just drag your ass out of bed 20mins earlier and treat yourself to some cereal or porridge or pancakes (although i don’t think pancakes are doable before school but anyway) or waffles or whatever the fuck else.... and go to school with energy and a full stomach till recess or lunch (which ever one was/is first. i can’t remember lmao).

for people my age (mid20s) in uni/college:

also the same goes for uni/college students too btw. be late to your lecture or tute (unless you have a shitty professor/tutor) and have your breakfast before your early morning to mid morning classes!!! i know uni/college is a pain, but FUCK the whole “all i run on is coffee, energy drinks and sadness/stress” undercurrent that fuels uni/college life. similarly, if your uni/college does some early morning breakfast program things (sometimes in tow with something like yoga/pilates/tai chi etc, usually under the guise of “wellness”) if you’re a bit on the broke uni student living in student accommodation/renting side. my point here is that coffee or an energy drink is not a proper brekky! have some porridge or idk those yogurt and muesli packs that you get in the cheese and yogurt isle in woollies/coles/aldi (maybe)/IGA (maybe) here in australia or grocery stores like lidl (in the UK) and whatever stores are grocery stores in the US.

but. HAVE YOUR GODDAMN BREKKY I SWEAR TO FUCK. it’s a step towards taking care of yourself. frame it as self care motherfuckers.

(please note i know it’s hard to have brekky before rushing to work. idk how to add this into this post lol).

[blackfancynancy]

Arghhhhh! I have realized that my overthinking and lazy perfectionist characteristics will not work here. This place is for just being authentic, patient and finding ways of learning and enjoying as best as you can. I have done the most here after starting this blog around March or April; I've been posting, deleting, trying way too hard. And none of it has worked (laugh with me). Anyway all that has made me enjoy the process, my expectations are way lower now, the number of followers that I expected is no more (lol). I'm generally here to put out my love for fashion and people getting to view that could only make me happier. I have been told my look is basic with a touch of 'what-what', some have said it's classic. Listen, I don't know much about this fashion thing, all I know is that I love clothes and that's it. Seeing me on the streets does not mean I'll be looking like a Rihanna or Zendaya. It's really not that deep, well not yet (shrugs). Now going to the actual caption before I bore you. Well, in those pictures there, up there (lol) my homegirl had taken me to a nice brekkie to celebrate my birthday. I'm rocking my mom's shirt that I made an off-shoulder because it's too big. I always find ways to work with that woman's clothes, I can never escape how stunning and timeless they are. I absolutely love Yanelisa's( homegirl I was talking about) fit, it's simple and sophisticated. X