#Salted Crackers

[fanofreading]

Namak Parey/Desi Salted crackers Recipe

🌟 Crispy homemade Namak Parey, the ultimate savory delight! 🌰✨ Perfect for tea time or a crunchy treat on its own. Try this easy recipe for a flavorful and addictive snack. Your taste buds will thank you! #NamakParey #SnackTimeDelight #HomemadeGoodness

Namak Parey, also known as salted crackers, are a popular Indian and Pakistani snack enjoyed during tea time or as a crunchy treat on their own. Made with simple ingredients and seasoned with spices, these savory delights are sure to satisfy your cravings. Follow this easy recipe to create crispy and flavorful Namak Parey at home. Ingredients Photo by Life Of Pix on Pexels.com 2 cups…

[catscidr]

cw: emetophobia. mentionned panic attack and intercourse. fluff. hurt/comfort. f!reader. not proofread

“Suguru, can you heat up my microwavable pad?”

“Sugu, can you get me some hair clips?”

“Sugu, can I have water?”

You thought you had it under control; being no stranger to bouts of panic and random waves of nausea, you’ve mastered the art of taking deep breaths and reassuring yourself that the nauseous feeling will eventually pass.

But, as strong as you are, everyone has moments of weakness.

After finally deciding to bite the bullet, you were able to contact a doctor to get a prescription for birth control. From painful period cramps to not wanting to have sex with a condom every time you and Suguru got under the sheets, it felt like the next step to take for your health. You wanted your birth control to help alleviate the cramps that left you bedridden for days and wanted to be able to be intimate with your boyfriend without the stress of possible pregnancy.

All things considered, it’s not like you were completely unaware of the possible side effects of birth control—the infamous pamphlet that could serve as a blanket is pretty hard to miss when you first unbox your prescription.

You’ve spoken to your girlfriends about how nervous you were to start birth control, and they were all as understanding and sweet as one would expect.

After a short pep talk with yourself and your bathroom mirror, you put the patch on your arm and were officially part of the twinkie crew, formerly a toaster strudel.

…in a couple of days. Your doctor informed you to avoid having intercourse without protection for at least five days to let your body acclimate itself to the hormones flowing through you thanks to the patch on your arm.

So now, instead of having a productive afternoon, you’re sat on the cold wooden floor of your bedroom with an empty bucket across of you alongside a cardboard box you meant to throw out that now serves as a makeshift table.

“Here you are, darling.” Suguru places the glass of water on your ‘table’, silently watching how you’re holding up. His gaze lingers on the small patch on your arm, anger boiling in his gut because how dare this piece of rubber hurt my girlfriend like this, but he holds off on removing your source of pain directly knowing that it'd do more harm than good. “How do you feel now?”

You can sense his eyes on you, but you feel so ashamed of yourself for being so panicky over vomiting that you refuse to sit up from your position, all hunched over your plastic emotional support bucket. “Still gross. M’ face feels... tingly.”

He crouches beside you, gently rubbing your back to soothe you. “Do you need me to get you anything else?”

You shake your head after a second of thought, busy focusing on your self-acupuncture massage on the insides of your wrists to think of whatever else could aid your discomfort.

Observing you, Suguru sighs lightly. He sits down on the ground properly and takes ahold of one of your arms himself to replace your thumb with his. Rubbing gentle but firm circles into your tendon, he applies light pressure, and watches your brows furrow in discomfort then relax ever so slightly.

“Focus on calming your heart rate, baby. Can you do that for me? Deep breaths,” he hums softly. Nodding weakly, you try to inhale slowly but a wave of nausea hits you. Your forehead bonks the edge of the bucket and you begin to—almost—hyperventilate.

Your face feels hot, you feel pressure building up your throat and you're shaking like a leaf. “Don’t look at me,” you whimper, weakly pushing Suguru’s face to look off to the side. He ignores your plea and brushes a stray lock of hair away from your face, gently tucking it behind your ear.

“You’re okay,” he muses. “This’ll pass like it always has. The nausea you feel isn’t any different from other times you’ve felt like throwing up; you always ended up fine.“ Suguru stops massaging your arm and places his hand on your cheek. You lean into him, feeling a wave of comfort come from your chest as you keen at the cold touch of his palm.

The corners of his lips curl upward. “Can you swallow?” he asks, bending down to take a proper look at your face.

You try, straightening your back and taking a deep breath before swallowing your saliva. Suguru hums, whispering a quiet good, relieved that you're able to cooperate.

“You know, my mom used to tell me that, if I ever felt nauseous, I should try swallowing. If I was physically able to swallow, then I would be fine.” He rubs his thumb over the apples of your cheek gently, watching your eyes crack open. “There’s my girl,” he hums with a smile.

Nuzzling into his palm, you groan quietly. "Don't look at me, I look gross," you huff. Through the anxiety and nausea, your heart swells at how attentive and patient Suguru is.

The sound of the television in the living room sounds distant from your little bubble with Suguru, lost in whatever trance he held you in. "You're okay," he reassures. "How do you feel now?"

Swallowing once again, you take a deep breath and adjust the heated pad on your abdomen. You take a minute to feel, repeating Suguru's comforting words in your groggy mind.

"I feel... decent," you murmur. "Better."

His shoulders visibly lose tension as he smiles, and he leans forward to press a soft but lingering kiss to your forehead.

"That's what I like to hear. Can you stand?"

Part of you wants to shake your head, to stay sat on the ground and wallow in your despair because Gods your legs felt so numb, but you'd much rather be in Suguru's company than to be left alone with your own thoughts.

You nod, and ever the gentleman, your boyfriend loops your arm around his shoulder to help you stand up. Though your legs are wobbly, he keeps you upright, guiding you to the living room couch.

"Pick out something to watch," he says. "I'll be back with some crackers and your bucket, just in case. Any special requests?"

Leaning back into the cushions, you shake your head as you sigh, content. "No. Jus' need you with me," you hum.

As Suguru flashes you an award winning smile, he eases your worries with the same smooth voice that greets your eardrums every day. "I'll always stay with you, princess."

And you shut your eyes, comforted with the knowledge that, no matter how gross you may feel or how sickly you may be, Suguru won't ever leave your side.

[morethansalad]

Vegan Brie Dip with Pepper Jelly

[podsvante]

fan art of farmer kendall ( @salt-n-salt ‘s farmer) he’s so silly i love him so much ❤️❤️

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! Another weird question for you: How long do you have to fast for a blood sugar reading to count as a fasting blood sugar measurement? Also, does drinking soda (like, full sugar soda) slowly over the time before the blood test count as not-fasting? Asking because I keep testing* in the fasting blood sugar range when I am pretty sure I am not supposed to. Like, two hours after eating a meal when I've been slowly drinking soda the whole intervening time, or half an hour after drinking a whole full-sugar gatorade *with the home blood sugar test thing, not like doctor's office tests. though I test in the fasting range there too? I do know the word for the tester thing but I am brain fogged at the moment

[hellyeahsickaf]

Actual image of me standing in front of my oven to take out the food I'm suddenly not well enough to eat

[emotionallyunstabl]

i saw scurvyblr tag and thought it was a group of likeminded individuals who do not get enough vitamin C but it turns out its just more minecraft youtubers :(

[sometimes-sleeby-octopus]

Guys I think there’s been a manufacturing error, these goldfish are not child friendly, the green one tried to spit on me /j

[marlynnofmany]

Once again brushing mineral fragments off my hands, and thinking about aliens who don't understand salt.

[blackberryjambaby]

[dangansins-confessional]

yellooo my libido has revived ! whoopee! i can be cray abt dangan again in long extensive paragraphs again soon. whenever i get off work

i need to tongue bathe nagito though. just because he would taste so fucking good ugh i need him so bad i need to to taste him i need to feel him squirm when my tongue hits his fucking prostate. afhhhh clenching on my tongue . i need to drink his cum and he drink mine i need him in any way he'll let me have him -😿

Confession 118

[endiness]

the thing that is always so tragique to me about gotham being cancelled is that the chances of any other live action willing to be as deranged as it was in its storylines and adaptions of the comics is, like, 0%.

[morethansalad]

Vegan Crudité with 5-Minute Macadamia Nut Cheese (Gluten-Free)

[randgugotur-6]

[skyler-pog69]

2 sleeves of saltine crackers, no drink. 

[jennrypan]

..Let's all not forget that Felix.

When he was first introduced, tried to make Adrien lose his friends cuz he's a fucking brat, who hates his cousin.

Harassed Marinette til she punched him.

Left. CAME BACK and continued to be a shitty ass cousin. Cuz he knows Adriens mom was in that snow white ass case in the basement and didn't fucking tell him.

THEN PROCEEDED TO GIVE HAWKMOTH ALL THE MIRACULOUS.

Fuck yall, this motherfucker doesn't deserve to be seen as a hero, nothing he does has been for ANYONE but himself. But sure he's better than Chloe cuz he??? Has a gf now, nevermind the fact his bratty ass didn't apologize even once.

Especially to Adrien who he NEEDS to apologize too but yeah. He's just soooo. Good.

Make it make sense.