#What are the signs of food poisoning from chicken

[healthyliving63]

what are the signs of food poisoning from chicken?

Chicken is one of the most popular meats in the world, and for good reason. It's delicious, versatile, and relatively affordable. But it's important to be careful when handling and cooking chicken, as it can be contaminated with harmful bacteria that can cause food poisoning.

An illness called food poisoning is brought on by consuming contaminated food. Without treatment, most people recover in a few days, and it's usually not harmful.

1.The most typical cause of food poisoning is:

• campylobacter

• salmonella

• Clostridium perfringens

• Escherichia coli (E. coli)

• Listeria

• norovirus

• Aureus Staphylococcus

• Shigella

• Hepatitis A virus

Salmonella : In the US, foodborne illness is most frequently caused by salmonella.

It is found in the intestines of animals and can contaminate chicken, meat, eggs, and dairy products.

Campylobacter :  The most frequent bacterial cause of diarrheal disease in the US is campylobacter. It is found in the intestines of raw chicken and can also contaminate water.

Clostridium perfringens is a bacteria that is found in the soil and can contaminate food that is not cooked properly. It is often associated with outbreaks of food poisoning from large gatherings, such as buffets and potlucks.

E. coli is a species of bacteria that can be found in both human and animal intestines.Some strains of E. coli can cause food poisoning. E. coli can contaminate meat, chicken, vegetables, and water.

Listeria : Food poisoning can be brought on by a type of bacterium called listeria. It can be found in water, soil, and animal waste. Numerous foods can get contaminated with listeria, including: 

• Chicken and raw meat

• Unpasteurized milk and cheese

• Raw fruits and vegetables

• Prepared foods like deli meats and hot dogs

Listeria can survive and grow in cold temperatures, such as those found in refrigerators. This is why it is important to cook chicken properly and to refrigerate chicken quickly.

Symptoms of listeria poisoning can include:

• Fever

• Muscle aches

• Headache

• Stiff neck

• Nausea

• Vomiting

• Diarrhea

Listeria poisoning can be serious, especially for pregnant women, the elderly, and people with weakened immune systems. If you think you may have listeria poisoning, it is important to see a doctor right away.

To prevent listeria poisoning, it is important to follow safe chicken handling and cooking practices.

Pregnant women should also avoid eating raw or undercooked  chicken, unpasteurized milk and cheese, and processed foods.

Norovirus is a highly contagious virus that causes gastroenteritis, also known as stomach flu. It is the main factor behind outbreaks of food-borne disease in the US.  Norovirus can be spread through contaminated food, water, surfaces, and contact with an infected person.

Symptoms of norovirus infection typically develop 12-48 hours after exposure and can last for 1-3 days. Symptoms include:

• Nausea

• Vomiting

• Diarrhea

• Stomach cramps

• Muscle aches

• Headache

• Fatigue

• Low-grade fever

Most people recover from norovirus infection without treatment. However, it is important to stay hydrated and to see a doctor if symptoms are severe or do not improve after a few days.

To prevent norovirus infection, it is important to follow safe chicken handling and cooking practices. Here are some tips:

If you are sick with norovirus, it is important to stay home from work or school to avoid spreading the virus to others. It is also important to wash your hands frequently and to disinfect surfaces that you have touched.

Aureus Staphylococcus. These germs can be discovered in dairy products that have been contaminated ,cooked salads, and meats. The S aureus bacteria can be transferred via coughing, sneezing, and hand contact. This suggests that anyone who prepare or handle food may become infected with the virus.

Shigella. Shigella bacteria can infect raw fruits and vegetables as well as shellfish. People who make or handle food frequently spread bacteria when they don't thoroughly wash their hands after using the bathroom.

Hepatitis A virus. The main way that people contract this virus is through eating raw shellfish or food that has come into contact with an infected person. Being ill for 15 to 50 days after an infection can make it challenging to identify the cause.

2.WHAT DOES FOOD POISONING FROM CHICKEN LOOK LIKE?

The most typical signs of chicken food poisoning include:

• Nausea- feeling sick

• Frequent vomiting

• Diarrhea-which may contain blood or mucus

• stomach cramps and abdominal pain

• Fever of 103 degrees    Fahrenheit (39.4 degrees     Celsius) or higher

• Headache

• Muscle aches

• Fatigue

• Dehydration symptoms, including extreme thirst, dry mouth, little or no urination, extreme fatigue, dizziness, or lightheadedness

• After a few days, symptoms either get worse or don't go away.Read more

[writinground2]

Bad Guy Part 2 - Leah Williamson

Part 2 of Bad Guy.

This has been a very long time coming. I'm sorry for how long it took, but I have rewritten this so many times, but was not satisfied.

Leah felt out of breath as the words left her mouth. She didn’t even know where the words came from or why she had suddenly felt so angry. Her day had been great; they had left early for training and missed any traffic, the canteen had her favourite breakfast out fresh just as she walked in, the weather was the perfect temperature on the pitch, her lifts felt strong in the gym. 

So, she didn’t know why she abruptly snapped at Y/N that evening. They had been so good and happy for weeks. Leah had spent hours reading about the signs of emotional abuse, how to be in a relationship with someone recovering, asking Jordan and Rachel for help, anything she could think of. And she had been so patient, Y/N had made it easy, doing everything she could for the relationship to work. They both were putting in the work, having several open and honest conversations. Leah learned quickly that Y/N hadn’t realized she was being abused. 

Her patience just seemed to dissipate, the words leaving her mouth before she knew what she was saying. She couldn’t hear them over the ringing in her ears, the words not coming back to her until Y/N was already out of sight. Y/N had only muttered a soft you’re right before walking as quickly and quietly as she could to her room. 

It took everything Leah had in her to remain where she was, she knew she would only make things much worse than she already did. As quick as her anger bashed into her, it disappeared. Numbly, she moved to the living room, sitting silently on the couch. Shaking her head, she tried to focus on listening for Y/N upstairs. Not hearing anything, she continued to sit in silence, not wanting to miss Y/N attempting to run away. 

Leah went over the day again while she waited. The day had been good, so good. Y/N still struggled with affection but had happily leaned into Leah’s chest when the blonde wrapped her arms around her that morning. They drove to training that morning, Y/N’s hand settled comfortably on Leah’s thigh. Breakfast had been brought out just as they walked into the canteen. 

The whole day seemed so good. 

Then it didn’t. She still can’t piece together how it went from such a good day to whatever it was now. The words continued to echo through her head. Y/N’s blank face etched into her mind. The house was silent, making the words seem that much louder. She stood for a second, needing to do something, sitting back down worried that she would miss Y/N leaving. 

“It’s been months Y/N, figure it out a

Where did that even come from? What did she even mean? Leah had no idea why she said that. She knew how hard Y/N had been working to move past her experience with Sydney. Y/N hadn’t even done anything that Leah should snap at her about. Leah roughly dragged her hand down her face, slamming her head to the back of the couch, she felt no better than Y/N’s ex at this point. 

Knowing she needed to do something, and sitting still was just making her more antsy, she made her way to the kitchen. The fight, if she could even call it that, happened as soon as they got home, so neither had eaten supper yet. Biting her lip, she opened the fridge, freezer, and cabinets a couple times trying to figure out what she could make without burning it or giving either of them food poisoning. 

Spotting a bag of frozen french fries and chicken strips, she pulled both out and started the stove to preheat. She dumped both bags out on two separate cooking pans and shoved them in the oven without a second thought, tossing the bag in the garbage right after. Realizing she had no idea how long or how hot to cook them at, she begrudgingly pulled the bags out to check before quickly lowering the temperature of the oven appropriately and setting a timer on her phone. 

She took caution not to drop anything or make any sudden noises, remembering something she had read about abusers making unnecessary noise to create unease in their victims. As careful as she could, she dished up two plates, and sat them on the table. 

Looking towards the stairs, she considered her next move. She wanted to respect Y/N’s privacy, but she also wanted to apologize and feed her supper. Should she go knock? Call her from the kitchen? Leave the plate outside her door? Leave it in the kitchen? Text her? She felt overwhelmed with her options and choosing the best way to not startle Y/N. The grip on her heart returned when she realized if she felt this overwhelmed with a simple meal, how overwhelmed did Y/N feel every day?

Making up her mind, she approached Y/N’s room, making sure not to bang on the door, she gently knocked and took a step back. The door opened quickly, as if Y/N had been waiting. Leah realized she probably had, had been waiting to be scolded for something else. 

“I made dinner, nothing fancy, but I managed not to burn anything,” Leah laughed self-deprecatingly, “I’d like for you to join me if you’re up for it. If you aren’t, I can bring it upstairs. Or, put it in the fridge for later, when you’re ready for it.”

Realizing she was rambling; she snapped her mouth shut and stood with her back pressed to the wall. She didn’t know what to do now, if she should wait for a response or if she should walk away to not pressure Y/N’s decision. The grip tightened again the more she realized how hard this was to navigate. Biting her lip, she nodded softly and started to walk away, smiling to herself when she heard the quiet shuffle of Y/N behind her. 

They both sat quietly for a couple minutes, just picking at their meals, the silence stiff. Leah remembered something else she had read, that abusers would punish their victims with the silent treatment. She wanted to kick herself when she realized that’s probably what Y/N thought she was doing. Supressing a groan, she realized she hadn’t even apologized yet. 

“Y/N, I am so sorry for what I said to you,” Leah started gently, “I know how hard you are working and this isn’t something that just goes away. It was such a stupid, insensitive thing to say. I am sorry, I understand if you can’t forgive, or if you need time.”

Her heart clenched again when she saw the brief look of surprise cross Y/N’s features, clearly not anticipating the apology from the blonde. 

“It’s ok, I don’t need to make such a big deal of things,” Y/N refused to look up from her plate.

Leah knew while the apology was accepted, that things were not ok between them. She considered how to proceed for a second, “and I need to be more aware of how I say things to you.” 

They sat in silence again while both considered what to say next. Leah was doing her best not to just ramble apology after apology. She started just talking about her day, making sure to leave the conversation open and inviting, mentioning her mom had invited them both over supper one night. 

“Sydney didn’t talk to me for two days once when I switched body wash,” Y/N spoke softly when Leah stopped talking, “I had run out and picked some up on the way to training, but they didn’t have my kind, so I got a different one. When I smelt different that night, she was convinced I had been with someone else and was lying to her about it. She was so mad.” 

The out of the nowhere fight made more sense to the blonde now and her heart clenched even tighter. 

Leah had commented that Y/N smelt different after training. Y/N had immediately begun frantically apologizing and explaining she was had forgotten her shower gel in her locker and bowered someone else’s. The blonde hadn’t thought anything of her comment until she realized how stressed it had made Y/N. As she attempted to apologize for upsetting Y/N, and explain she hadn’t meant anything by the comment, that she was simply stating that she smelt different. She had hoped that would be enough to sooth Y/N, but it somehow made the situation worse. Y/N switched from reassuring her it wouldn’t happen again to frantically apologizing for overreacting. Leah kept trying to speak over her, hoping to cut her off and reassure her that everything was alright, but she couldn’t seem to break through Y/N’s constant rambling. 

And then she just snapped. 

She wasn’t upset or mad or even frustrated. But for some reason, she just snapped. And the words came out of her mouth before her brain even registered what she was saying. “It’s been months Y/N, figure it out and get over it!”

While it had been such an innocent comment to Leah, she could see now why it set Y/N off to frantically apologize. She sat with the information for a second, considering how to respond. 

“Thank you for telling me.”

She’s cut off by Y/N pushing her chair out from the table and picking both plates up, clearly indicating the conversation is done. 

Y/N quickly rinses the dishes before loading them in the dishwasher, and Leah can see her eyeing the kitchen to make sure everything else is clean. Her shoulders raise and lower slowly as she lets a slow breath out and Leah knows she’s preparing herself to speak. 

“I’m going to stay in a hotel for the night,” Y/N continues to wipe the already spotless counter, “I think I’ve overstayed.”

She takes her time to fold the dish cloth before resting it on the edge of the sink and turns around, refusing to meet Leah’s gaze. 

Leah takes a breath to avoid speaking too strictly to the clearly nervous Y/N in front of her, “you could neveroverstay. I do respect that I’ve made you uncomfortable, but this is your home now Y/N, you don’t need to leave.”

Fidgeting with the hem of her t-shirt, she takes another steadying breath, “I think, umm, I think it might be best that I move out. You deserve so much better than someone that freaks out over body wash,” she rolls her eyes as she finishes. 

“I get to decided what I deserve,” Leah speaks firmly, but not unkind, “if this isn’t what you want, I’ll respect that. But I want this, and I want you. I will reassure you every day that I want to be with you.”

Y/N finally looked up and briefly held Leah’s intense stare before shooting her gaze back to the ground. 

“This is your home now Y/N. If you want to leave for the night for some space, that’s ok, but please do not make any decision about leaving, or, uhh, or about us, about me,” she loses her confidence and trails off softly at the end. 

The air hangs heavy between them. Leah having said what she needed to say, knowing saying any more would just make Y/N feel pressured. Y/N doesn’t know what to say or do now. She’s never been in a situation where her partner gave her so many options or freedom. Her first instinct is to run away, but seeing Leah’s steely gaze falter and her confidence dwindle makes her hesitate.

“I already have a hotel booked for the night,” Y/N mutters softly, finally breaking the silence.  

Leah nods her acceptance as Y/N quickly make her way to her room to grab the bag she had already packed. 

Y/N hesitates at the door, desperately wanting to ask for a hug and more reassurance that things were alright between them. Fortunately, the blonde seems to recognize what she wants and pulls her into a tight hug. 

“I’ll see you at training tomorrow” she whispers softly in Y/N’s ear before leaving a gentle kiss to her cheek. 

Leah is pacing the training door entrance when Y/N walks in the next morning, immediately setting her on edge. She can feel her heart rate pick up and she bites her lip, anticipating the worst. She stops a few feet from the blonde who’s finally stopped pacing, her gaze intense as she follows Y/N’s approach. When she’s within arm’s reach, Leah pulls her into a quick hug.

Leah stops herself off before she even starts speaking, snapping her mouth shut, her first thought had been to be upset Y/N hadn’t answered any of her calls or texts. She knew she wouldn’t be able to say it without sounding accusatory, that her concern would come out as frustration.

 Y/N hesitatingly returns the hug, anxiety rushing through her. After their fight the night before, she wasn’t sure what to expect when she arrived to training, but it certainly was not the tense blonde meeting her at the doors. Did Leah change her mind about them? Realize that she would be too much and want to end things before training started? She could feel herself getting worked up the more Leah clung to her. 

“Jordan called me this morning, Sydney has apparently been talking to a few of the other Villa players,” Leah decides to just get the conversation started, wanting to get it over with before either of them can spiral further into anxiety. 

Y/N abruptly pulls out of Leah’s hold, confused why that would matter or why it would cause so much anxiety for the stoic defender. 

Leah guides her to the nearest room she can find as quick as she can. 

“Jordan isn’t entirely sure what all Sydney has been telling them, but she said that during their tactics meeting yesterday, several of them made it clear they are going to be very physical with you. Some even implied they are going to hurt you. Jordan and Rachelle are trying to figure out what she said and talk the players down, but it sounds like they’re pretty committed to taking you out.” 

Y/N deflates into a chair. She wants to feel shocked by the news, but at this point, it seems exactly like something Sydney would do. 

“We’ll talk to Renee, tell her what’s going to happen and leave you off the roster this weekend, not even dress you.” 

The anxiety has left Leah now that she’s Y/N and know she’s safe for the time being. Now she’s just mad, not mad, utterly furious. The woman continuing to impact and now potentially ruin Y/N’s career, maybe even a Villa player if they aren’t smart about their play. 

Y/N simply nods along, not knowing what else she’s supposed to do. Utterly defeated with anything involving Sydney anymore. She had felt so good after her and Leah had talked things out last night. She hated that they had fought, but Leah’s words and actions matched, giving her the space she needed to be upset and offering such a sincere apology. Y/N had been mildly optimistic that things were starting to look up. Sydney always had a way to ruin any optimism she had. 

“Hey,” Y/N is brought out of her thoughts to Leah kneeling on the floor in front her, hands gently massaging her thighs, “we’ll figure this out, nothing is going to happen to you. She does not get to keep impacting your life. 

The blonde hardly has a chance to catch her balance before Y/N is throwing herself at her. Pulling them both to standing, she tightens her grip, whispering softly in her that things will be alright. She holds tight until she feels Y/N’s grip loosen first, letting her dictate how long the hug is. 

“Guess we should go get this over with,” Y/N pulls out of the hold, and Leah can tell she’s distancing herself and shutting off her emotions. 

“Only if you’re ready to,” the blonde rubs her hands up and down Y/N’s biceps, “I’ll be with you the whole time. I’ve already talked to Renee to tell her we needed to have a meeting.”

Y/N nods, making her way to the door, focusing straight ahead, face stiff while she prepares herself. 

Once in Renee’s office, Leah goes into detail about what Jordan had warned her of, reassuring that Jordan would pass this information on if she didn’t think there was serious potential of Y/N being injured. Renee nods along, listening intently, eyes flicking to Y/N occasionally. 

When Leah finish’s speaking, Renee lets out a small sigh, giving Y/N a sympathetic smile, “we’ll put you as an excused absence. You don’t even need to be in the stadium if you’d rather not.”

Leah finally feels herself relax for the first time that morning, reassured that Y/N would remain off the game day roster, and would be safe from whatever attack Sydney had attempted to create. 

“What do you want to tell the team?”

Both women’s heads shoot to the manager at her question. Neither had considered that they would have to explain anything to the rest of the team. It made sense to them, it just hadn’t been something they had considered. 

“Uhh,” Y/N begins to stutter out, “I don’t know.” 

“You don’t need to tell them anything, we can just tell them excused absence and leave it at that. But you should consider telling them something, they care about you too and will be worried.” 

Y/N tilts her head, seemingly confused at the notion the rest of the ream would care or be worried about her. Slowly nodding, she seemingly agrees, “I’ll think of something.”

Renee offers them another sympathetic look before ushering them out of her office.

“Why don’t I speak to the team?” Leah offers for her, “I’ll keep it brief, just tell them that Jordan heard some players mentioning some retaliation for you leaving the club. If there’s lots of questions, you can answer what you feel comfortable with and ignore the ones you don’t.”

Y/N simply nods, knowing she has nothing she could possibly say to briefly explain the entire situation. And anything she would try and say would just lead to more questions than she is prepared to answer. 

The morning training session goes over like normal, except for the scrimmage. Y/N being given a different colour pinny and being placed with the second team for it. It earned several curious looks, but fortunately no one questioned it at the time. 

Y/N’s leg bounced up and down frantically as the meeting progressed. She knew the roster announcement would be coming up soon. It was already going to be strange that Renee would be announcing it so far from the game, but even more so the reasoning. And then Leah would speak, and then people would ask questions, and then everyone would know what was happening. 

She had tuned out most of the meeting, she wasn’t playing anyway, what was the harm. Leah nudged her back into attention when Renee begun explaining that Y/N would not be dressing for the game. Heads all turned her direction, but she kept her eyes forward, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze. 

Leah cleared her throat and stood up, “I spoke with Jordan this morning. She explained that there has been some chatter within the Villa squad for potential retaliation towards Y/N for leaving the team.”

The defender remained standing while the players all murmured, some shouting out a few questions, when they settled slightly, she spoke again, “in interest of player safety, the decision was made to avoid the risk and remove Y/N from the game day roster.”

More players spoke up, all asking valid questions. It was rare there was a formal announcement when a player wouldn’t dress. 

Leah glanced down to see Y/N’s eyes firmly drawn to the floor, she waited a beat before beginning to answer questions in place of Y/N. 

“Alright, slow it down,” she motioned with her hands for people to settle, once people quieted though, she wasn’t sure how to answer any of the questions without telling everyone about Y/N’s personal business. 

Letting out a deep sigh, Y/N pushed herself to stand next to the blonde, “my ex is apparently spreading some rumours about me amongst the Villa players and because of that, some of them are threatening to injure me. Jordan gave Leah a warning about it, so to prevent that from happening, it was decided to bench me this week.”

As Y/N went to sit down, more questions were being called out. Leah gently rubbed Y/N’s back to encourage her to continue. 

“What is she telling the Villa players?”

“I don’t know, but it obviously isn’t good.”

“Why is she spreading rumours.”

Y/N shrugs, “because Sydney isn’t a good person.”

That small statement quieted people again, most didn’t understand the weight of it, but a few could put together what she meant. 

Leah cut off any more questions as soon as she recognized the few people that had started to realize the full reason Y/N wouldn’t be part of the gameday roster that Sunday. Making eye contact with a few of the other England, she knew they would have more intense questions later, they had seen first extent Leah’s relationship with Y/N had drastically changed; from being best friends to adversary's, back to friends, and now beginning romantic partners. 

A few players remained, wanting to ask more questions, but seeing Leah’s intense gaze when they opened their mouth to speak, they chose not to. 

Y/N found Leah leaned against her car at the end of the day, she looked effortless on the hood, chatting casually with Beth. 

“No one is gonna fuck with you,” Beth says firmly as she gets into her car. 

Y/N is shocked by the ferocity of her tone, but the blonde is pulling out of the lot before she has a chance to say anything in return. 

“Hey,” Leah gently tugs Y/N’s kit bag off her shoulder, “how are you doing? Today was quite the day?” 

Nodding, Y/N watches Leah put her bag in the trunk of her car, before looking hesitant with herself. 

“Coming home?” 

The blonde pushed herself off the car, clasping her hands behind her back to hide her anxiety.  

Y/N simply nods, biting her lip, equally anxious as Leah. They both stand awkwardly, not knowing how to say goodbye, even though they’ll both be home in just a few minutes. Leah steps forward and places a delicate kiss to Y/N’s cheek, “see you at home.”

[kana-daydreams]

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

summary: a flu keeps the general under house arrest.

𝐏𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It is common knowledge that life is unpredictable—full of unexpected circumstances. 

But even with that knowledge, the last thing you’d expected, you, Sunset Purple—the greatest of all time, esteemed ranger and unrivalled hero, second to Black of course— was to be nursing one of Earth’s formidable foes back to health.

Achoo!

A loud sneeze resonates less than a few feet in front of you followed by a series of chest-rattling coughs.

“Try not to cough too much, will ya. You’re gonna make me catch your disease.” Your flat tone points at Warumono huddled under a thick blanket looking worse for wear. 

The ailing man had been cooped up in his apartment for at least two days, bedridden with the flu, details you knew because you’d happen to be…around. 

The repetitive beep of the microwave rings off, alerting you that the food you’d put to heat up a few minutes ago was finally ready. 

“Be right back, pointy ears.” 

You leave Warumono in his own company on the loft, returning in less than a minute with a tray. Tendrils of steam swirl above the rim of the bowl it carries, accompanied by a spoon, a glass of water and some medicine. 

 “W-What is that?” Warumono's raspy voice asks as he watches you set the tray down, eyes pinned on the bowl filled with a strange creamy liquid, garnished with some green and orange stuff along with chunks of what appeared to be...meat?

“Medicine and microwaved chicken soup.” You inform from beside his futon with a smile. “By the way, microwaved soup's the best you’re gonna get, so don’t go getting all picky on me.”

You scoop up a spoonful of the organic-flavoured soup, according to the label on the can, then subconsciously blow a few puffs of air to cool it down before nearing it towards Warumono’s lips. 

Warumono wordlessly glances down at the spoon, then up at you.

"What...are you doing?"

"Feeding you."

Silence. 

“...Is...Is it poisoned?”

“What? Why would you think that?”

Warumono sends you a pointed look that reads if you were seriously asking him a question than had an obvious and clear answer as a blue cloudless sky.

“Because you’re a ranger. Spoon feeding me—your enemy? It’s…weird.”

Heat rushes to your face. “W-Well it’s not like I wanted to.” You hurry to explain your actions that had all been a somewhat conditioned habit in your defence. “It’s just my…my motherly tendencies.” You add, growing more embarrassed, referring to the times you’d had to take care of the others back home, especially Mugi and Sora, your adorable babies.

Except you wouldn’t consider Warumono an adorable baby.

"And for your information, the soup isn't poisoned." You pout, still somewhat offended that he'd think you were capable of doing such a thing.

Warumono arches a brow, both at your response and your reaction to his words. But instead of commenting on it, he reaches a hand towards your own that holds the spoon, and curls his fingers gently around your wrist. He then guides it towards his parted lips.

When the spoon meets his lips, Warumono slurps up the liquid, his tongue poking out slightly to lick at his lips. And your eyes involuntarily follow the action.

Warumono hums, seemingly pleased at the taste. “Not bad." He muses. "Seems you were telling the truth about it not being poisoned.” He releases you from his grasp and waits this time with an expectant look on his face for you to feed him.

He waits and waits. And eventually asks when you show no sign of movement, “Aren’t you going to feed me?”

You fix a blank stare down at him, your words caught in your throat, flustered by what had just occurred. 

“...Feed yourself.” You murmur when you manage to collect yourself before leaving. 

© 2024 kana-daydreams

[kylejsugarman]

hey I lurk for your Breaking Bad content. please give me all of your Jesse in Alaska/recovery headcanons. I need it like I need air.

jesse in alaska.......where do i even begin 😔 im going to avoid lingering too much on my alaska oc's and that little world (tldr for newcomers: jesse gets to haines, starts working at a repair/custom shop called carvings owned by sheila, and befriends and falls in love with the local vet demi who is raising her niece baby) just because there are Plenty of those posts and i want to focus more on jesse himself

this is one ive talked about before, but its just so precious to me, and thats jesse getting into cooking. at first, him learning how to do it is out of pure necessity. the canned food that ed left him only lasts for a few weeks and the prepackaged stuff at the store is all queasily redolent of the "treats" (<- meager sustenance) that were dropped into his cage, so he picks up a box of dry pasta and looks at the recipe for chicken penne printed on the box. it has all the steps, the ingredients. he was always good at following a recipe. jesse dutifully buys the stuff and what begins as him robotically following the text later on in his small, dim kitchen starts to feel. Good. there's no harsh fumes or chemical burns. he doesnt have to measure the garlic down to a hundredth of a gram. he has a recipe to follow—something to guide him—but nothing awful is going to happen if he experiments a little. if he deviates. and he isn't making poison. he's making something Good. for so, so long, jesse only Destroyed and when he did create, it was poison. now he gets to do what he wants. he gets to make good. that chicken penne is the first thing he eats in weeks that actually has flavor—or maybe he's letting himself Taste again. jesse starts cooking more and more, using those supermarket recipes and eventually recipes that he prints off from the public library computers, and even once it becomes a part of his daily routine, he never loses that weird excitement for it. there's the satisfaction of successfully executing a task even with his memory issues and adhd, but also the excitement of realizing over and over that he can do what he wants.

jesse thinks he's "done" with drugs when he gets to alaska purely because he hasn't been able to use and doesnt have immediate access to anything stronger than alcohol or tobacco, but he quickly realizes that he does not have any other kind of coping mechanism ready to deploy or way to sufficiently distract himself once he's physically and mentally well enough to Be Aware. alcohol doesnt seem to "work" fast enough. he thinks over and over about hiring a sex worker or finding a bar somewhere so he can have sex with and fall asleep next to a warm, living body. he drives for hours and sometimes hits the brakes hard on the icy road when theres no one else out there, letting himself skid uncontrollably and hoping he crashes. he wants to start a fight with a stranger. he wants to hug a stranger. and he does end up using drugs again, several times. i mean he's a severely traumatized addict arriving in a new location with zero support. it's not a failure, it's not irreversible backsliding: it's just the reality of what being in this terrifying, vulnerable situation would be like for jesse. for a long time, he sees these relapses as signs of weakness and that Certain People were right about him being a pathetic junkie with no will or value, but as he starts meeting people and finding new ways to be happy and getting the right treatment for his various issues and sometimes even sitting in NA church basement meetings because he just needs to be Understood, jesse comes around to the idea that addiction is not a moral failing and sees his life as worthy enough to safely and healthily preserve.

lightning round!! jesse decides once he arrives to grow his hair and facial hair out some to look less like his old mugshot, but also because as soon as the cold winter air touches his shaved head, he basically reverts to spongebob and patrick duct-taping fur off of sandy to survive in her dome during winter. he stops to stare in awe at eagles and whales and moose even after years and years of living in alaska. his sense of smell is nearly totally destroyed from cooking without protection, but he still always buys lemon scented soap and cleaning stuff because lemon was his aunt ginny's favorite scent. he reads up on a lot of first-aid on the public library computers, sometimes out of a sense of frantic compulsion or guilt, sometimes out of legitimate curiosity. when he drives home from doctors appointments or NA meetings, he plays the music in his car so loud that his seat shakes. the people of haines know that mr driscoll can be a little cagey and will flinch at the sound of his own laugh, but they also know that he brakes for animals and carves beautiful gadrooning and buys ten of whatever the kids are selling to raise money for the band or their scout troop. and they like him quite a bit :)

[bad-at-living]

white rice

We got Chinese takeout today, fortune cookies and everything. I got orange chicken. It might not count as “real” Chinese food but some say I don’t count as a “real” boy so pick your poison. My little sister sits across from me, complaining. She always was a picky eater. Too excited for the fortune cookie to eat any actual food. She wants the snack, I want the fortune. Anything to tell me what lies in the future. When you haven’t looked forward to it since age twelve a tiny piece of paper feels like a lifeline. She scrambles to open the packaging on her cookie, too impatient to wait for the sweet crunch. I’m waiting to see if the fortune says anything that will make me not want to hear the sweet crunch of my bones on pavement. Finally she secures the cookie and cracks it open, contained inside is a fortune simply reading: “love will find you”. The very single thing I want with all my heart goes to her and she’s too young to fully understand it. Too young to love like that. I loved like that once, it ended in disaster. A disaster so sweet it makes me wanna do it again. I’d give up all my decency just to have you love me like that (even just for a moment). But who cares about decency when you’ve already sacrificed it all to get there. If anything it’s a sign I’m closer to the pavement than ever before. My fortune says something about future children but I’m too focused on what I won’t have to realize what I will. I snatch the paper from her hoping to regain what was lost. But it’s too late, my fate is sealed. Alone forever. Without you. Naturally. 

[roachymochi]

Elden Meshi - rating the Lands between creatures by the meal they could provide - 1/???

GIANT BAT

Eatable but awful. There's barely any meet on these bones and they look like they'd taste dusty. Nerds who want to learn more about their meal will realize the shocking fact that they could actually be human-like, so eating them is morally dubious.

WARHAWK

Eatable. These hawk look perfectly healthy so their meat is bound to be nutritious.

BOAR

Eatable. Actually give meat in-game I think? definitely a safe bet for the hungry adventurer.

CRAB

Dubious. While crab is eatable ingame and in real life some of the crabs in the game look really diseased and some are turned to stone. Proceed with extreme caution to avoid food poisoning or broken teeth.

DEER

Eatable. They look healthy and well fed.

DOG

Eatable but awful. They definitely are not healthy, and some of them are extremely diseased. It's also possible they mostly fed off human meat recently since these are war dogs. Probably not a great choice.

DRAGONFLY

Eatable with some creativity. Definitely not a conventional meal, but these large bug could become a great experience in the hands of a crafty cook. They hang out in dirty place, so be sure to clean them thorougly.

EAGLE

Eatable. Just like the war hawk above, they look fat and healthy, and they are easy to hunt too.

PUTRID CORPSE

Not eatable. There's almost no meat in there, and you'd catch every disease just by touching them unprotected. Also human meat is a taboo.

GIANT CRAB

Dubious. Like the smaller crabs above, some giant crab are diseased. Catching one is really dangerous, but it would be a true feast.

GIANT LAND OCTOPUS

Dubious. Will they do have a lot of flesh, these animals do NOT look healthy. Also they feed on human blood. Don't even think about it unless you're starving.

GIANT MIRANDA SPROUT

Not eatable. These flower are full of a potent poison and also have magical power, which does not seem like a good sign. A very careful herborist could do make some drink or seasoning with interesting property out of it.

GUILLEMOT

Delicious. These are basically sea chicken. Easy to catch and full of fat tasty meat.

OWL

Eatable. These owl look big, but they are actually very skinny under the feathers. At least they are healthy. Don't try to eat the eggs though, they aren't fresh and you'll get food poisoning

LAND SQUIRT

Eatable with caution. They spread poison mist as a defense mechanism, and they look quite gross. An experienced cook could probably get a meal out of them though, and they are huge and easy to catch.

GIANT RAT

Not eatable. These rat look majorly diseased and half rotten, plus they hang out in filthy place and are feeding on human remains. You could technically eat them, but the meal would kill you.

SPRINGHARE

Eatable. Big legs, probably delicious if fried. They are really cute though, so some maybe be reluctant to eat them.

SHEEP

Delicious. Healthy beasts, and it's common knowledge that sheep make a good meal. Be careful if you try to the milk though.

SKELETAL SLIME

Not eatable. This is a human undead turned into sludge from decomposition but still animated. What are you even thinking ?

SPIRIT JELLYFISH

Not eatable. You can't feed your body by eating a spirit. Maybe it has some effect on morale, but good luck trying to cook it.

TEARDROP SCARAB

Dubious. While bugs are eatable, these may not be natural. Require further investigation or the opinion of an expert.

TURTLE

Eatable. Be aware that since some think them sentient, cooking them is a culturally risqué move.

WOLF

Eatable. They look healthier than the dogs, but wolf meat probably doesn't taste very good.

EXILE SOLDIERS

These are literally just guys. Eating humans is culturally frowned upon.

DEMI-HUMAN

While calling them literally just guys may be subject to debate, it would definitely feel like cannibalism. Probably only has a last resort, and you'll be haunted by the guilt for a long time.

GOLEM WARRIOR

Not eatable. It's just stones or metal animated by a mighty furnace. Could make some great cooking apparatus though.

FANGED IMP

Not eatable. it's animated stones. Plus they hang out in catacombs, so it's not ideal health wise.

MINERS

Not eatable. These are literally dudes, and again eating people is morally dubious. Also they are all turning into stone and that can't be healthy to eat.

TROLL

Dubious. They are not human, but the cannibalism is still there. Also they don't look healthy at all.

KAIDEN SELLSWORD

Again, it's a guy. Don't eat guys it's not polite.

[avidrawsthings]

since youre changing up more stuff from year 5 what are other things that merula did to reina and the others?

How she ruined Penny's friendship with Reina

TW: Bullying, depictions of injuries

From her years of constantly following and spying on Reina, Merula picked up on things that she eventually decided to weaponize against her. She did this by feeding this info to Emily Tyler, who'd spin those details into something nastier, resulting in some ugly rumors that destroyed Reina's reputation for a while. This was just the start.

Merula would justify all of this as the means to earn Rakepick's approval and prove that Reina was lying about the older woman all along. She didn't care what it took or who she had to hurt to get what she wanted. It's why she'd eventually go after some of Reina's friends as well.

There were some other students working with Merula for one reason or another, ranging from blackmail to being just as bad as she is. She wasn't exactly the only horrible kid at the school during that time, just the most well-known. It's why she was able to inflict all that harm that year. The punishments and detentions dished out by the teachers weren't enough to stop her, since the only opinion that mattered to her was Rakepick's.

To Reina

Merula often had Reina's things vandalized, such as her Quidditch robes. She even tried to send tampered packages that Reina thankfully never opened. Merula eventually got to the point she made attempts on Reina's life twice, a line that even Emily would never cross. The first attempt was when she slipped some chicken into her food knowing fully well that Reina had a serious poultry allergy. This failed thanks to her Familiar Ginger warning her in time.

She was the reason Reina was away from the school for 50 days. She tried to kill her by breaking her crystal wand after pouring some Erumpent Potion on it. Since those wands are connected to the user's soul, breaking them would cause them to fall into a coma until the wand finished repairing itself.

Since this act was very intentional, it triggered a curse she'd try to ignore for as long as she could. Merula thought she basically got away with attempted murder since no one caught her, but Reina's family already knew she did it as soon as they were informed of what happened. They chose not to press charges or make it public since Merula was condemned by this point.

To the others

With Reina out of the way during this time, Merula decided to try and get her fellow apprentices out of the way so that Rakepick would only pay attention to her. Rowan, Ben, Barnaby and Talbott weren't apprentices, but she viewed them as threats regardless. She'd spend the following week going after each of them, and she only backed down when Rakepick stepped in and put her foot down. The group got healed in a timely manner thanks to Chiara's Healing Magic.

Rowan

As she was the one that led the efforts that cleared Reina's name, Merula had her ambushed when she was walking back from the library to the Great Hall for dinner. Her hair was cut short and her glasses were broken. Rowan magically tagged her attackers with help from her Paper Magic to identify them later on.

Ben

Like Rowan, he got ambushed while making his way back to the Gryffindor Common Room. He was left with several bruises and a broken left arm. He'd refuse to leave the Hospital Wing until after the matter had been dealt with.

Barnaby

"Hey Ismelda...Has anyone ever told you that you're such an amazing friend?"

She targeted him after overhearing him talking about how Rakepick had offered him the chance to be one of her apprentices after praising his strength. Ismelda soon found him showing clear signs of being poisoned, and helped walk him to the Hospital Wing. The two caught on right away this wasn't a coincidence, and reported their suspicions to Snape.

Talbott

"For years all you've done is brag about being the strongest witch at Hogwarts. The only thing you've ever been good at is being a bloody migraine!"

She deliberately ruined his privacy by exposing that he's dating Reina, and then threatened to destroy his mother's necklace, as well as report to the Ministry that he's an Unregistered Animagus. In the ensuing duel, he swiftly defeated her thanks to a combination of quick thinking and his Wind Magic.

Penny

Had it not been for her defeat against Talbott, Merula would've gone after Penny as well since she was also a fellow apprentice. She had intended to sabotage one of Penny's potions so that she'd be too injured to accompany them to the next vault.

Chiara

"I've been getting the feeling that I'm being followed, professor."

As her Healing Magic helped speed up the healing process for the others' injuries, Chiara had become Merula's next target and began to spy on her. She didn't get far thanks to Snape keeping her under heavy watch due to her past actions. At this time, Chiara had been meeting up with Snape to acquire her doses of Wolfsbane Potions. Had Merula found this out, she would've reported Chiara to the Werewolf Capture Unit.

Bill

"Why in the world did you ever think this was ever a good idea?"

She tried to get him out of the way by cursing some of his school books. The plan failed, as by then he had been informed by Rowan of what Merula had been up to thanks to the Paper Tag spell, leading to the Slytherin girl getting caught.

Charlie

She had planned on tampering with a Bludger to injure him in the next Quidditch match, but was caught by Rakepick herself.

"Miss Snyde, you and I need to have a serious talk. This abhorrent behavior of yours has gone on long enough!"

[angelonasher]

Everything so far about the Season 9 Egg War (part 2)

buckle up because this is a ride-

Part 1, [you're here!], part 3?

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1. [26] Grian discovers that both methods of breaking dragon eggs crashes him. It’s also revealed that he knows how to fix it (something to do with a mod) but has decided not to, and instead keep a list of everyone who abuses the crashing. (but he does clean some eggs later in the video, so he might have fixed it, at least temporarily)

2. [27] The Buttercups have a meeting, and their future plan (as summarized by Mumbo) is: “Build up a big tent, have an impressive HQ, recruit some extra people with our sweet magic skills. Apparently. Apparently is the plan- and then, and then victory.” They’re planning to build a big tent to recruit people. I can’t remember what the magic bit was about.

3. [28] Mumbo builds the Bottercup, a walking robot pot with four legs and three buttercups sprouting out of it to fight Doc’s Goat Walker. It has a tnt-missile that should explode on impact.

4. [29] Mumbo talks to Ren while making the Bottercup, and tells him about the robot. Ren then leaves, after saying that he will “definitely not relay this information to Doc.” Mumbo wonders if Ren is a spy.

5. [30] Grian builds a giant pot (of the 1.20 kind) to enclose the Bottercup (similar to the barn enclosing the Goat Walker) and builds “Live Laugh Love” in some beautiful cursive on the side of the perimeter. It took so much time and genuinely looks nice, which makes Grian wonder if he’s pranked himself.

6. [31] Mumbo clears the eggs from his base, and has so much fun with the method he had figured out that he ends up clearing the eggs in the back of Grian’s base too, which he realizes was the most pointless thing he could have done with his time. He also gets a purple crown and becomes his own best friend.

7. [32] Scar builds the Buttercup’s Cookie Shop, a flower pot near the perimeter giving out buttercup cookies for free. The cookies are retextured raw chicken.

8. [33] Doc expresses his hatred for shallow motivational quotes and cursive writing in Minecraft. He also mentions how the Buttercups are turning the perimeter into a Facebook Karen’s kitchen/page.

9. [34] Ren (now Agent double-o-sev-Ren) shows Doc the spy place he built under the Buttercup camp, which is accessed by eating in the cave under the camp, then throwing an enderpearl into the one-block hole that will appear in the wall.

10. [35] The spy place contains three rooms. The spy lab, containing the Discombobulator 9000, the chilling out room, where they wait for the Buttercups to go to their camp but have to constantly press shift (should have surronded it by chests to hide the nametags-), and the Sniffer Hole, located directly under the camp, that also has a random bee.

11. [36] Ren and Doc investigate Scar’s cookie shop, Doc thinking its a sign of peace and Ren assuming it will blow up. Doc gets food poisoning from a cookie, and considers blowing the shop up so other hermits won’t get fooled as well.

12. [37] Doc and Ren go into the Discombobulator 9000 in that order, coming out wearing sniffer oinses. Ren is the top-half of the sniffer, and Doc is the bottom half.

13. [38] Doc helps Ren put sniffers in the Sniffer Hole, and Ren gives him a military package that was shipped accross the Gigaverse by Giga-corp (that is actually what he said.) It contains loaded rocket-crossbows and many “pink large ball” rockets.

14. [39] They use their new outfits to disguise as a “baby sniffer” (sniflet) and blend in with the other sniffers in the Sniffer Hole as they eavesdrop on the Buttercups. What am I looking at. Why??? 😭

15. [40] Scar gives Mumbo and Grian food poisoning with his cookies. Mumbo tells Scar that’s not how a poisoning works, and you’re only supposed to poison a specific person, not everbody.

16. [41] Mumbo discovers that the sign of his tent has been edited to “Buttercup’s toilet” and a toilet and toilet-paper has been placed inside. He thinks it was done by Doc, but discovers it was actually just Scar, because his choice of smooth stone for the floor makes it look like a bathroom.

17. [42] They discuss the “Live, Laugh, Love” writing on the perimeter’s walls, and Scar says he would quit Minecraft if someone ever did that to him. 

18. [43] Grian and Mumbo talk about how their chat said to add a Jellie “hanging in there” poster and a “Peace, Love, and Plants” tapestry. They discuss how they could add details to make it more floral and decorative before they are suddenly interupted.

19. [44] Doc gets frustrated with the threat of shallow motivational quotes and blows his and Ren’s cover by yelling that there will be no such things in his perimeter.

20. [45] The Buttercups dig down and discover the two eavesdroppers. Ren laments at Doc ruining the thing he spent a week building, and Mumbo is probably traumatized by the two’s costume, seeing as his POV was the only one of the Buttercups’s actually showing their abomination of a sniflet in action.

21. [46] Doc says that they now know their plans, but Mumbo responds with a good old “thankfully they were fake plans!” They were not fake plans.

22. [47] Grian realizes they somehow got one of his sniffers, Snot, into the Sniffer Hole. His other sniffer, (Dwight) Schnoot, is not there. 

23. [49] The five agree to settle this like adults by letting the robots do all the work, but not before it is pointed out that they aren’t really acting like adults by wearing sniffer oinses and eating raw chicken. (Doc also offends their new rainbow outfits, which, as said by Mumbo, is a lot coming from the bottom-half of a sniffer.)

24. [49] They drop the concrete-powder doors of the robots and let them start running, which, despite from a slight panic from the Buttercups at the door not falling properly, goes smoothly.

25. [50] As it turns out, the Goat Walker is not only incredibly slow, but it shoots tnt from the wrong end, pooping out explosives and destroying the perimeter of the perimeter instead of the Bottercup. It’s also supposed to shoot tnt from the sides, but for some reason that didn’t work.

26. [51] The Buttercups have issues with the mic mod not working correctly, relogging and always having one person unable to hear the other. They decide to all log off at the same time, and while that fixes the mic issues, it unloads the chunks of the Bottercup, causing it too stop walking.

27. [52] After a lot of panic, Mumbo manages to get it running again, all while the extremely slow Goat Walker has barely left its barn. Ren and Doc cheer for the Bottercup’s success, before Doc tells Ren to stop- but- he was cheering too.

28. [53] The bots eventually collide, and the Bottercup’s tnt exploded as planned.

29. [54] The tnt blows up most of the Bottercup and only the nose off of the Goat Walker. Doc thinks he’s won, but Grian says that if the Goat Walker can still walk, Doc wins.

30. [55] The Goat Walker can no longer run crawl. The Buttercups celebrate their victory, but Doc then alerts Ren and blows a horn, causing Ren to fire a rocket-crossbow at the Bottercups before the two fly away in different directions.

31. [56] Scar alerts the other Buttercups about the butterfly heading speedily torwards his Scarland. Apparently, he was the only one aware that it had tnt, and Grian hadn’t even known it could move.

32. [57] The butterfly flies over the Goat Walker and bombs it. This is due to a miscalculation on Doc’s part when he calculated where the bots would be apon collusion. This would not have happened if the Bottercup hadn’t broken down mid-battle.

33. [58] With a lot of panic, the Buttercups manage to stop it before it even hits the forest seperating the perimeter from Scarland.

34. [59] Grian wonders where Ren went, which makes them all realize that there’s another butterfly (Mothra) being piloted by Ren, heading straight for Grian’s and Mumbo’s bases. (Although, they only seemed to think about Grian’s base at the time. What’s in front Grian’s base, guys??)

35. [60] They stop the Mothra a lot quicker than Doc’s unnamed butterfly. The comments were giving Mumbo credit for that, on his last rocket too, so let pause to applaude Mumbo. 👏👏👏

36. [61] Doc gets upset over the destruction of his Goat Walker and blames the Buttercups for their stupidity causing it too happen. He says “Your incompetence is your strongest power!” and Mumbo replies with "eeeyup."

37. [61] The Buttercups meet up and confirm that the fighting is not over, and that even though they won the battle, they still need to win the war.

38. [92] The perimeter of the perimeter has a lot of damage, and the Buttercups’s bases, as well as their camp, are untouched. That’s. That. How do you fail so badly.

39. [93] Doc (to his viewers) says that he thinks he actually won the Bot Battle, considering that the Bottercup had a lot more damage from the fight itself than the Goat Walker. He also mentions that for his next attack, he has gotten inspired by Tango’s latest episode. Which. I haven’t actually watched. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

40. [94] This should go in earlier but I’m too lazy to change all the numbers: Scar reveals that apparently there was another “legitimate” (not duped) dragon egg on the server before Grian and Doc duped eggs; one that “myseriously” appeared in his inventory when he was in the End a few months ago. He decides he’s going to sell it in an auction on the street between Cubfan’s and Cleo’s rivaling museums.

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I was planning to wait for Pearl's episode before posting this, but she made a community post saying this week's episode will be new life, not hermitcraft, so I just posted now :D

Anyway, I’d like to encourage you all to point out any mistakes/details I missed in the comments/tags of shares, which I will add in a reblog like I did last time! I don’t watch Ren, so there might be a few :D

(The link for part two in the part one post is at the end of the reblog, not in the og post.)

[dollsonmain]

So we're having kind of a rough patch lately.

My kidneys still hurt and they shouldn't.

I've had diarrhea for almost two months straight now for different reasons throughout (deathly ill from infection for a little over a week, a month and a half of antibiotics, and now it's either not having the needed bacteria still, having eaten something I hadn't had in a while (lettuce and/or fried chicken), food poisoning, or the fact that the salad I ate had so much salt my system couldn't take it - after eating the salad my right kidney burned), and I've had my period three times in the same time-span.

I'm spending a lot of time in bed asleep, not only to try to sleep through the stomach cramps but also because that's the only place I'm warm enough to not be shivvering, and I'm feeling very run down.

That Guy was going through the annoyance of selling his late father's house when I got sick (mostly that was his sister, That Guy only had to sign some things and send them back), then agreed to pay my medical bills which has almost wiped out what he earned from the sale (split 50/50 with his sister who co-owned the house) even without the last surgery on the bill, yet (when the incoming fees are added, it will be more than he got for the sale), got rear-ended last week, and this morning hit a deer on his way to work in the rental car.

I didn't get the text message for another 45 minutes so he didn't even get the support he reached out for at the time.

[s0lar-ch3ri]

as promised, scu aus (not just the god mod vid)

SOME OF THESE GET DARK, DO BE WARNED!

i made it when i was younger but like i think the gods were found fam siblings and bizly got adopted in

god shlatt vs fallen grizzly or even the whole counsil

the gods slowly being murdered by their own creations/ their fellow gods creations. bizly gets stranded in the forest with the chickens, condi falling into the lava and burning to death, charlie slowly poisoned by his food, unable to craft anything to help, and grizzly ending up using his own weapons to get out of there (extra angst: he just cant manage to die. his weapons arent working on him and/or it always just barely fails. hes now stuck in a hell his friends suffered through the trouble to make and now he deals with it for all eternity alone. EXTRA EXTRA ANGST IF SOMEHOW FALLEN GRIZZ KNEW THIS ALL HAPPENED IN ANOTHER WORLD AND WAS JUST SO ENRAGED WITH HOW THEY REACTED)

as for the fellow gods creations, ive got a plan for that too. condi this time is torn up by chickens -bizly's creation (oh my brain is gorey, the way the counsil finds out is seeing the forest creatures running away from the area carrying condi's bloodied and ripped off body parts in their mouths), charlie is burned by the water in the regular world as bizly and grizzly watch unable to help -grizzly's creation (grizzly was in charge of overworld nature as well as the weapons and shit, ill probs do a friendly reminder post just for my well being), both bizly and grizzly struggle around with how the food functions and how to craft; bizly ends up trying to make grizzly's ultra sword and accidentally ate the golden apple -combo of grizz and charlie's creations ig, and grizzly beats the game alone and dies afterwards -condi's creations (im pretty sure condi moddedd it so youd insta die after beating the game).

tommy is more tameable (idfk why my brain said this word btu ill put it so you guys suffer too) in the 100 days mod and manages to semi help charlie by aqquiring some of the mad scientists old equipment and giving him some

after slime died (100 days mod again), hes sent to an area in the clouds where 3 men in thrones judge him. noticably, theres a a red throne in the middle made with clays and terracotas shaped like a pug wearing lanterns on its "ears", a throne to the left made of also glazed terracotas but also containing diamonds, buttons, and colored glass. the throne to the middle's right is green with more glazed terracota and more solid slime, but has some trident dents and is going under some redecorating of color thus some dark blue paint and wooden sign reading "bizlys throne" in messy letters. aka charlie is judged by the council which somewhat reconigze him but also cant be bias so yeh

grizzly's banishment was more of an accident this time and the boys hop onto their godly iphones and have to try and get grizz out the nether (imagining it similar to the god ghosts help out slime on the dsmp)

the multiverse collaspes and both the 5 minute disaster and hardest minecraft difficulty join the scu 100 days mod making shit a lot harder

robert (fuckin forgot ranboobs character name so im going with robert) shoots this god like guy in the face, just as charlie has come to the conclusion that hes gone mad and the shop keeper was an illusion in his head, and then the apocalypse gang (including tommy but hes nice because yes) take on a fucking god

mod vid jschlatt teams up with tommy and charlie now has 2 bitches to fight ig (bonus points: the scu gods in their own ways also help charlie)

ive seen cultist tommy for like the religion of prime but what if in the 100 days vid he was a cultist of jshlatt lmao

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[bylightofdawn]

WIP Sunday

Alas, I don't think I'm going to finish this fic today, my attention span has been shit for most of the day though I did manage to write this. It's kinda longer than is prolly necessary but I could not find a good place to break it up. Cahir is having a minor philosophical crisis and Gallatin continues to be a ride or die bestie who is probably the only thing keeping him sane at this point. Aside from that, no REAL story spoilers. I guess for context, Cahir had broken off from him in the forest to seek out a mage/hedge witch in hopes she might be able to assist him in breaking the curse. In order to facilitate that, she cut off a slice of his arm and got some blood from him. NGL I know nothing about magic in the Witcher universe but everything I've seen seems to have very much a something must be sacrificed in order to power the spell with a lot of entropy magic tossed in. And at least one of the curses we see in the show is based off of blood magic sooooo I'm just making shit up as go along.

EDIT: And I'm at 9K already so nope, definitely NOT going to keep this under 10K. I've also made th decision I am going to break this up into chapters if only because the Witcher fandom in general seems to have shorter fanfics and chapters. Posting a 5K or 6K chapter in Star Wars is nothing but I think I'll need to come up with making this a bit more palatable in shorter doses which honestly, thanks to the structure of this fic being intertwined scenes, I think will be pretty easy. -crosses fingers-

This was one of the poorer parts of the Cintran capital and people who had even a sliver of roof space were prone to keeping pigeons for meat animals. They took up less space than chickens or other barnyard animals, and the scent of them was prominent in the air.

Cahir was faced with the dilemma of whether or not he wanted to risk potential food poisoning by visiting one of the local ale houses or if it would just be smarter to go to a better-heeled part of the city. After some trial and error, he had found a vendor two streets over that sold reputable pigeon pies. The problem is, they were often busy and sold out by this time, but Cahir opted to take his chances.

The Great Sun was in his favor today because he managed to snag one of the remaining hand pies and a relatively quiet place to eat in peace. When he’d been a small boy, before the Usurper ruined his childhood by arresting and locking away his father and older brothers, Cahir would have never had something so pedestrian as a pigeon hand pie.

Still, since the fall of his family during the reign of the Usurper, Cahir had eaten far worse things than pigeon pie. There’d been a time when he’d been literally starving where he’d have done anything for even the burnt crust of a leftover pie.

That was before the White Flame had found and rescued him from the worst pits of Hell and had given him a purpose. He’d anointed him, molded him into the perfect soldier and finally a commander of his army and Cahir had repaid that kindness with a devotion that bordered on zealotry.

He’d learned to stop asking questions, deeming all violent mayhem and bloodshed even if it seemed utterly unnecessary was required. As a boy who had lived through one Usurper’s reign and grown up to hate and eventually overthrow that regime he knew how dangerous it was to leave a crop of angry youths the room to grow into angry men and eventually kill you.

Or at least, that was what Emhyr had told him and Cahir had accepted it as gospel truth.

For nearly fifteen years, he had eaten up everything the White Flame had told him without question. He had committed some truly heinous actions, like the wholesale slaughter of towns that dared to resist the might of the Nilfgaardian Empire.

Yet at time went on, the voice of conscience had steadily gone quieter. There were times when it still bothered him but those times had become less frequent. Older soldiers he met had claimed that was signs of a seasoned campaigner. And that good soldiers followed orders because they only have a micro-view of the battle.

Making sense of the bloody arithmetic of war was up to the generals and commanding officers. They had the vision to recognize that the slaughter of ten dissenters would prevent a hundred more from getting any ideas of rebellion. And in doing so, a thousand lives might be saved.

When Cahir had risen through the ranks, those choices had fallen into his shoulders and he’d made them with the same bloodless dispassion he’d witnessed from the White Flame and it has mostly served him well.

Still, he’d found himself becoming more and more disillusioned throughout this seemingly endless campaign and even more so since he’d been stuck in this hellish reality of being forced to replay the same day over and over again.

For the first time since he’d been a starving whelp, he’d begun to question his place in it all. He still wanted to find Princess Cirilla, believed in the pit of his bones he was destined to find and rescue her.

At first, it had been with the intention of delivering her to her rightful father, but lately…lately he was no so sure of that. The nightmares and dreams he had of her foretold of a terrible fate if she was delivered to the White Flame’s hands.

He didn’t know why he accepted that so readily but it felt so real and more like a prophetic vision than the troubled nightmares of a troubled mind that now Cahir did not know what he would do when he found Cirilla.

Of course, until he figured out how to break this damned curse, there wasn’t much he could do.

“Do you know how fucking long I have been searching for you? And here you are just eating and wiling away the day like it is nothing.” That familiar pissed off voice dragged him from his maudlin thoughts and Cahir was not surprised. Gallatin had found him in this place more than once.

Maybe a part of him had subconsciously sought out this space because he knew the elf would find him here. Cahir broke half of the pie and held it out to Gallatin without a word.

The black-haired elf’s nostrils flared with irritation and he reached out to grab Cahir’s arm in a tight grip. “Chaos take you, Cahir!”

Cahir could not contain the hiss of pain that escaped him when Gallatin managed to grasp him right over the bandages mostly hidden by his sleeve as pain licked up his arm like fire.

Gallatin was many things, but unobservant wasn’t one of them, and he immediately moved his grip down so that he could catch the man’s wrist in a much gentler touch. It was a minor miracle Cahir managed to keep his grip on the pie. “Do you mind?”

“What have you gotten into now?” The other man demanded as he shoved the man’s sleeve back to reveal the pink-tinged bandage.

“It’s nothing to be concerned with.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, thank you very much.” The elf said tartly and frowned at the bandages.

“It’s a minor injury, and as you can see, it has been addressed adequately.

“What happened Cahir?” There was a strange note in Gallatin’s voice, one which Cahir could not quite parse.

“I’m cursed, I sought out the help of a witch in order to find a way to break said curse.” The brunette finally confessed quietly. “Grab a seat and I’ll explain as best I can.”

By this point, he’d made it an almost artform, explaining to Gallatin the various vagaries and sordid tales of this walking nightmare. By now, he knew what to avoid if he didn’t want to lose control of the situation and what might set the elf off into a questioning tangent.

The first time had taken him the better part of an hour to read Gallatin in, now he’d gotten it down to a tight fifteen minutes. It never ceased to confound him why the elf was willing to accept the truth so easily when those closest to Cahir such as the White Flame doubted it.

He’d asked the elf about it once and got a vague answer about how magic had played such a centralized component in their lives that you just came to accept the impossible as real possibility. And while his people did not general dabble in curses and the darker side of Chaos and that the Aen Elle had been known to dabble in the darker arts.

By the time Cahir was done, Gallatin had finished his half of the pigeon pie without a word and looked vaguely poleaxed by the whole tale.

“And you think this witch is going to be able to conjure a cure for your curse?”

“I hope so, I’ve been doing this for almost six fortnights and have made little progress.”

Gallatin reached out and caught him by the shoulder in a companionable grip. “I’m sorry you have had to go through this, my friend. I hope this witch can help you but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t concerned for you. Trusting your blood and flesh to some unknown witch…do you know the things she could do to you?”

He asked with concern bright in his eyes.

“I do, but even if she curses me with some kind of death curse…chances are I will simply wake up tomorrow free of the curse, and she will have no memory of me or hold any piece of myself she can use to curse me again,” Cahir admitted softly.

“It’s a dangerous game you are playing, Cahir. I will go with you to make sure she does not get any stupid ideas.”

That surprised him because he usually had to warn Gallatin of his impending death to divert the elf from his quest to reach the palace and his inevitable doom. And even then, it was a coin toss on whether or not he could convince him to put aside his overgrown sense of responsibility towards his people to listen to the human.

But Cahir would not look a gift horse in the mouth and nodded gratefully.

“I appreciate your assistance, Gallatin.” Cahir said with honest sincerity before climbing to his feet.

[wilsonthemoose]

How Could I Stop

(Also on ao3)

Dean knows Sam better than anyone.

Knows things they don't even talk about.

Sam's abstinence— what it really means. The carefully monitored eating. No red meat. He never mentions it in a way that isn't teasing, but he knows.

When Sam does eat red meat— he eats it burnt to a crisp. So dry he might as well just eat cardboard. Hell, hint of red on a chicken bone and Sam won't touch his food again.

"Relax, princess, we'll find you some rabbit food."

_

And he's proud of Sam.

He can see how hard it is. The slightly OCD frenzy with which Sam wipes the spray of blood from his face. The almost vengeful way he kills vampires— like it's about more than just saving people. The carefully dispassionate way he wipes demon blood from the knife.

Dean gets it— he understands— they each have their poisons and Dean suspects he'll fall down the deep end with his alcohol someday anyway, so he's not judging. Stones, glass houses, mile, shoes, he who is without sin— he gets it.

He's proud.

Even when Sam's inhaling pack after pack after pack of cigarettes, or guzzling potato chips, or going on run after shower after run after shower several times a day— "OCD," Dean mutters. Freak, he very carefully doesn't say.

When he catches Sam pulling apart and putting together his gun at 3 am by the almost non-existent blue-green glow of the neon sign outside their window, a small thin cut on his thumb that shouldn't be there no matter how dark the room was, he gets him a fidget toy. And to lessen any hint of concern, a packet of milticoloured bandaids, "Fucking civilian."

He pulls an affronted face when Sam throws the bandaids in his face.

-

Dean knows Sam so well, can read him like a children's book with very large font. And Sam— well, it's not that Sam doesn't know Dean just as well— it's just that he probably wants to believe a little too much that everything will work out well, and maybe he's just trying so hard and hoping so damn much, and maybe he let's one or two moments slide, after all, Dean just got back and— well, it takes time.

Dean catches the slight, blink-and-you-miss-it frown that passes over Sam's face as he eats a mouthful of salad. He pushes the fork around the plate for the next few minutes until Dean's done with his burger, then tosses the half-uneaten salad in the bin.

-

He swirls the beer in the bottle, reads the label, frowns, takes another cautious sip.

"Special edition," Dean says, "Supposed to taste different." Shrugs, "I can't tell."

Sam downs the bottle, fishes another out of the ice-box, disappointed at first sip.

"Missing the librarian?" Dean asks. "You know, alcoholism isn't the answer." He smirks. "We can go back for her Sammy, just say the word."

"She was 70 years old, Dean."

"You dog."

-

Sam looks conflicted for a moment, then cuts into the beef sandwich, stares at the rare cooked meat for a moment, takes a bite. Closes his eyes with a contended sigh.

"Good?" Dean asks.

"Mm," Sam hums between a mouthful of sandwich. "Did you make these?"

Dean smiles, "Am I an awesome big brother or what?"

-

Sam doesn't figure it out until Dean leaves. Genius doesn't put two and two together.

And Dean's in a good mood, see, so he leaves Sam a pretty little tea cup full of blood before he goes.

The rest he's seen before anyway, no point sticking around. The angsting, the moping, the upside down car crash with the wheels still spinning.

[microinamin]

Q: What should I eat after food poisoning?

A: Food poisoning is usually caused by bacteria-contaminated foods. Think: undercooked meat, eggs, unpasteurized dairy products, shellfish, and unwashed fruits and veggies. But it can also be due to eating foods that contain poisonous toxins, including certain mushroom species. Some of the telltale signs are stomach pain, diarrhea, vomiting, and fever.

The very first thing you want to do is throw away the food that upset your stomach in the first place so that no one else gets sick too!

A few hours after the onset of symptoms, you’ll want to try to reintroduce fluids to your system. Food poisoning can cause severe dehydration, which can lead to serious complications. Start with small sips of water, electrolytes/sports drinks, broth, or non-caffeinated carbonated drinks, which can help settle your stomach. Once you are able to manage some liquids, start incorporating small amounts of bland foods that are easy to digest and low in both fat and fiber.

My post-food-poisoning go-to foods include some chicken broth (to help with hydration and protein intake), saltine crackers, and occasionally a bubbly water. Once I’m able to keep that all down, I like to have an electrolytes drink and some chicken noodle soup.

I recommend keeping a few of your go-tos on hand to prepare for the dreaded occurrences of food poisoning. To cut down on your risk of getting sick from food at home, make sure to store your food appropriately and practice good food safety habits.

Most food poisoning cases subside within 12 to 48 hours. If your symptoms persist or if you experience blood in your vomit, a high fever, or lingering dehydration symptoms, you should seek immediate medical attention.

[ultraphobic]

Hi Lane! ☃️

Wow Taime Downe's style is incredibly cool! He's style truly sleaze glam and I think your look will be just as great!

Oh you dressed like Paul Stanley at the concert? this is great! what songs did you like the most?

Ohh thank you sm! You're very nice! I'm sure your glam shirts will be incredible.

I think your collection is incredible because all the Warrant albums with Jani on CD are my dream haha.This year I bought two albums with Jani on vinyl and it was quite expensive (about 50€ per record) since it is a limited edition.

I hope you can find something suitable in this store! Wow the Joan Jett song is a really interesting choice! It has some interesting slides and I did a cover with ghost notes that sounds pretty cool. And I’m sure your performance is even more beautiful.

Oh, that's normal! If you have a band in the future, you can work on material together and come up with some great songs.

OMG! YOUR COLLECTION IS THE COOLEST IN THE WORLD. I'd love to see pictures of some things after Christmas if you don't mind.

I envy all the people who were on any of the tours because THEY LITERALLY MADE HISTORY.And unfortunately I didn't find a single video from this tour on YouTube. nothing but an advertisement for the Poison tour with Cinderella lmao

Oh I'm so sorry you have to work until Christmas Eve. I hope you have a good rest afterwards. And the festive mood will definitely come after the party!

🎄in answer to one of the questions you mentioned Bon Jovi and Skid Row. Do you have any favorite songs from these groups? Trying to create a festive mood, I can recommend you the song performed by Jon "Please come home for Christmas"

🎄if you had more free time what would you like to do?

🎄Do you have any comfort foods or foods that you like to make yourself the most?

Your Santa ☃️🎄

hey santa!!!

i did dress like paul it was so fun & i loved when they played war machine & shandi! it was such a good show

oh yea those limited records will get ya. i got the limited coloured pressings of each of the warrant albums that they made (drfsr, cherry pie, dog eat dog, greatest and latest) and they each cost me about $60-80 so it was a lot! except cherry pie which was about $200 before shipping bc that was the signed one. it was worth it though bc i think they only press 2500 of each record!

the joan jett song was pretty fun! i think my school changed the arrangement because they made the bass have the solo instead of the guitars which was good for me but then i listened to the original song and i was like hey... this sounds different...

and yea! i can definitely show you some of the stuff in my collection! the patches are all sewn onto my vest so i can show you the whole vest, but all the picks n stuff i keep safe and stored away so i'll grab pics of those as well

i knowww if i had a time machine i'd set it to 1986 sunset strip start with poison and their first album and just go from there following tours and meeting bands, collecting original merch y'know?

the good thing is i only have to work until 3:30 on christmas eve so i can get a good afternoon's rest before christmas day! i'm working boxing day as well but at least i get public holiday pay for that

i actually started out my glam listening with bon jovi last year! my favourite songs are i'll be there for you, have a nice day, i wanna be loved, wanted dead or alive, bad medicine, it's my life, and also jon's solo song billy get your guns

i still need to listen to some more skid row stuff but rn my favourites are in a darkened room (i'm a sucker for a good power ballad), here i am, get the fuck out, 18 and life, and rattlesnake shake

if i had more free time (which i will hopefully be getting in the new year) i'd restart guitar lessons! hopefully i'll be able to do this in the new year once we (crossed fingers) get a new team member for our store so we all don't have to overwork ourselves as much

i don't really cook just because i'm not rly a foodie or anything but kfc chicken nuggets are a comfort food for me :)

hope to hear from you soon santa :)

[pointreyesjournal]

The Amnesiac : ep30

Bet It All On Red

Dining options are nearly nonexistent along the Redwood Highway north of Eureka. We pass the occasional run down burger stand or chicken shack, places that are more likely to give you food poisoning than a packet of ketchup. The freshest food in a hundred mile radius is the meat the vultures are plucking off of the roadkill. We’re famished after the stressful ride out to and from Fern Canyon and we’ve got high hopes for fine dining ahead when we pass the sign that says “Klamath 6 Miles.”

Klamath it turns out is not actually a city. It’s a single boulevard in the middle of an Indian reservation, with a tribally owned gas station, a post office, and a surprisingly large Holiday Inn Express. “The cashier tells me the food is pretty good next door at the casino” River says as she returns from the gas station bathroom. I give River an approving head nod and thumbs up, then tap the fuel nozzle twice on the gas cap to keep fuel from dripping on the gas tank, then I replace the nozzle on the pump.

—

The one thing that’s not a gamble at the casino is the food. It is delicious, and certainly better than the hair-covered hot dogs on the rollers at the gas station. The burger is stacked high with haystack onions, barbecue sauce and blue cheese crumbles. River’s fish tacos are lightly breaded and criss crossed with a jalapeño and cilantro aioli drizzle over a bed of cabbage and freshly made corn tortillas. We splurge and share a soda when we see that they’ve got the crunchy little ice pellets that look like rabbit shit. The little ice pellets displace most of the soda but turn what remains into a slushy. We ask for extra ice and crunch it loudly as we giggle with our mouths open much to the annoyance of the waitress.

It’s not even noon yet, but this day has already changed my life forever. This universal connection between us is profound. River is giggling and smiling and enjoying her lunch. But I’m watching her in a world without time. I see her morphing before my very eyes, from a girl, to a woman, to part of my family, to the mother of my children. I blink hard and lightning bolts flash behind my eyelids, as I see her walking through a grassy field of fallen leaves holding hands with our children. They’re wearing OshKosh B’gosh overalls and converse sneakers with white rubber toes and velcro instead of laces.

I see destiny.

The universe is speaking through me in a world without time. This isn’t a journey to find my iPhone. This is a journey to find myself. A journey, not just to piece together the memories I lost, but to define the path for the remainder of my days. It is no accident that we are here together.

“Floody. Floody! Floody!!”

I snap out of my daydream.

“I lost you there for a minute buddy. Whatcha thinking about?”

“I want to tell you River, but I don’t want to scare you away.”

“You’re not going to scare me away.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Even if I say something completely nutty?”

“Floody, this entire morning has been filled with you saying things that are completely nutty and you haven’t scared me away yet.”

“I was imagining your future River.”

“Oh?”

“I was imagining our future.”

“Ohh … like ‘our’ future?”

“Yes.”

“And what did you see in ‘our’ future?”

“Fam … uh … River, I wasn’t imagining your future. I was imagining my future, and you were in it. That’s all I’m going to say.”

“Golden retriever.”

“What?”

“If you and I end up together and someday you decide to surprise me with a puppy … I want a golden retriever. And an SUV. If you get me a minivan, I’ll leave you. Like … immediately.”

“Oh. Okay. Do you think you would ever have … kids … to go along with that golden retriever?”

“Oh wow. You really were thinking about our future there Mr. Flood. Is that what you were imagining?”

“Yes. I mean no. Actually, I did mean yes.”

River takes a big mouthful of ice and crunches on it playfully.

“No minivans.”

[philipperblog]

Can Cats Eat Salami? A Detailed Guide on Feline Nutrition"

Can Cats Eat Salami?

The question of whether cats can safely consume salami, a popular cured meat, is a matter of concern for many pet owners. In this comprehensive guide, we will explore the suitability of salami in a cat's diet and why it's generally not recommended.

What is Salami?

Salami is a delectable cured meat crafted from a blend of ground meat, spices, and herbs, typically sourced from beef or pork. Known for its savory flavor, salami is a favorite snack and culinary addition for humans. It boasts ingredients such as meat, fat, salt, pepper, garlic, and various spices, making it a flavorful treat.

Is Salami Safe for Cats?

In the realm of feline nutrition, salami is not a recommended food for cats. While it may not be toxic in small quantities, it is far from suitable for a cat's dietary needs. The primary concerns lie in the high levels of sodium and fat present in salami, which can be detrimental to a cat's health. The excessive salt content can potentially lead to sodium ion poisoning, significantly impacting a cat's well-being.

The Dangers of Salami for Cats

Cats may exhibit curiosity or interest in salami due to its strong aroma and appealing taste. However, succumbing to their pleas and sharing this treat with them is ill-advised. The reasons are as follows:

High Sodium Content: Salami contains a significant amount of salt, which can lead to gastrointestinal upset and, in severe cases, salt poisoning in cats.

Excessive Fat: The high fat content in salami can contribute to obesity and related health issues if consumed in large quantities.

Toxic Ingredients: Some varieties of salami may include ingredients like garlic and onion, which are toxic to cats. Garlic, in particular, can cause severe health problems, including damage to red blood cells and potential organ damage.

Benefits of Salami to Cats

In truth, salami does not offer any substantial health benefits to cats. While it contains essential nutrients such as proteins and fats, the elevated levels of sodium, spices, and potentially harmful ingredients make it an unsuitable choice for feline consumption.

How Much Salami Can Cats Eat?

Ideally, cats should not consume any salami at all. However, if a tiny amount is accidentally ingested, monitor your cat for any signs of distress. Nevertheless, it is best to avoid giving salami to your feline companion altogether.

How to Safely Introduce Salami to Cats

Should you decide to introduce salami to your cat, exercise extreme caution:

Start Small: Offer an exceedingly small amount and carefully observe your cat for any adverse reactions. If there are no issues, you can provide a minuscule portion as an occasional treat.

Acceptance of Other Options: If your cat shows no interest in salami, consider this a positive outcome. Encourage healthier alternatives like cat-friendly treats or natural catnip.

Preparation Matters: If you choose to feed salami, slice it into small, manageable pieces, ensuring there are no harmful spices or flavors.

Alternatives and Supplements

For a well-balanced and safe diet for your beloved feline friend, consider these alternatives and supplements:

Cat-Friendly Meat Treats:

Cooked chicken pieces: High in protein and a favorite among cats.

Turkey slices: Low in fat and well-received by felines.

Recommended Cat Food Brands:

Royal Canin: Offers specialized cat food catering to various health needs.

Hill's Science Diet: Provides a range of nutritious cat food options.

In conclusion, while cats may express interest in salami due to its enticing aroma and taste, it is advisable to refrain from offering this cured meat to them. Instead, opt for feline-friendly treats and cat food options to ensure a balanced and secure diet. Always seek guidance from your veterinarian regarding your cat's dietary requirements.