#but i used all the cheese in the sandwich that i binned

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on todays episode of "mental health issues that could easily be solved by one single thing that i dont have", GET A MICROWAVE!!!

i just know SO many of my eating related issues (not all obviously but a LOT of them) would be solved if this house just had a goddamn microwave

today i ate like... 1/4th of those small frozen pizzas, 1/3rd of a grilled cheese, and 1/3rd bowl of macaroni and meatballs. and yall wanna know why i didnt eat the whole thing of any of them? its cause my stupid adhd ass took too long to eat and the food got cold. and then i Cannot Eat That anymore. so even though i was still hungry i didnt eat the rest of it and just went back to rotting on youtube shorts and being too hungry to do anything and feeling dumb and unproductive and being guilty of making food that i dont eat. just... feeling like a big ol' waste

but the thing is, if i just

✨owned a microwave✨

i could just reheat the motherfucking food and still eat it and not feel like ive wasted that food. ((because since that food is wasted i feel guilty about making it, so i dont make any more food until next meal time, but then i didnt finish that either cause im stupid and eat too slow.))

but we dont have a microwave. only an oven. and yeah maybe i couldve reheated the 3/4th pizza or the grilled cheese in the oven, but then again the oven uses a lot of electricity. and my mom is always complaining that i turn the oven on, forget that its on for a while, and that im wasting electricity. and i was too tired and hungry to deal with that possibility. plus with the oven theres a chance i forget it too long or have it too hot and burn the food and that would just make me feel worse

but we dont have a microwave, because my mom thinks having a microwave leads to "eating more unhealthy foods that you just heat up" instead of "real food". so i didnt reheat any of my food. so i didnt eat it. it got to the point where it got cold and gross so i just threw it in the trash and hope my mom or grandma doesnt notice.

but if i had a microwave, i couldve reheated that food. and i couldve eaten it. ((and yeah, maybe i wouldnt have ate the whole thing, but maybe half at least? that counts right? well it dont really matter if it counts or not cause it didnt happen.))

and then maybe i wouldnt have been feeling like im gonna faint the whole day and maybe i wouldve gotten literally anything done instead of just scrolling on pinterest and youtube shorts for hours and feeling worthless. and maybe if i ate i wouldnt have hurt myself today

but nope. no microwave. it leads to "unhealthy" habits. i guess not eating enough to count as even ONE full meal is healthier since its not "microwave food"

thanks mom

[teawitch]

Pre-Milton Hurricane Post

I've been making hurricane prep so I figure I might as well make the obiligitory tumblr post.

"Are you evacuating?"

I'm in the center of the state, which is where we evacuate the coastal areas to. My home isn't likely to flood, though the roads around me might. The biggest dangers are flying debris or a tornado strike.

I'm going to lose power. That's not even a question at this point. And with the aftermath of Helene still underway, it may be days before everything is restored. So, I may be offline for a few days. Though if we keep cell service, I can do what we all do - use the car as a giant phone charger.

I raided my recycling bin and filled every usable bottle with drinking water. I have flashlights, batteries, and candles if needed. And enough cheese and bread to make sandwiches for a week if needed. Also chocolate chip cookies. They seemed very important when I was making my hurricane supply run.

I'll be filling the bathtub with water. That's a backup to flush the toilet with if needed. (Also where store any alligators that the wind flings at our doors.)

I've also downloaded some of my favorite comfort mystery shows to a couple of Kindles along with a ton of books. And I have enough yarn to keep knitting for, umm, a decade or so.

To everyone else in the path - Stay Safe!

Teawitch

[harlotofupdog]

This was meant to be a groveling apology post but it turned into a rage meta post.

I have so many fics that I want to read or finish reading from writers whose work I truly adore, and so much art that I want to stare at and squeal about, and I just haven't got to it. There are fics that I am so in love with and I just… I can't open AO3 until I can just sit, y'know?

I know that literally no-one is counting on me for this stuff because I am a tiny wonker, but I feel perpetually awful about it nonetheless. I also have a bunch of fic stuff (writing and beta) that I never get to, and I'm now at the point where I'm so overwhelmed by all the things I need to do that I'm paralysed by procrastination. There's probably a few topsy-turvy chonkadonks of recent news that haven't helped, but the main thing is…

FUCKING HOTEL ROOMS.

I spend so much time in hotel rooms. I used to love hotel rooms. It felt like a little treat every time I stayed in a nice one. Bright white sheets, little sachets of tea and shitty instant coffee, minibars, dressing gowns, inconvenient power outlets, unflattering mirrors - I loved it all. But now I fucking dread them. They are my ultimate (bad) liminal spaces - just fancy transit points between the airport or the train station or the closest fucking McDonald's where I can eat a zillion nuggets until I feel better.

I've tried to be productive in hotel rooms, I really have. I bring my laptop, I bring my sketchpad. Sometimes I have a couple of free hours in the evening, and god, why don't I use them? Instead, I sit and think and scroll while I drink all the shitty tea and shitty coffee and sometimes an entire bottle of red or whatever tiny booze they have in the minibar.

It occurs to me, after 6000 years of fucking hotel rooms, that they are… Heaven. They are, right? Crisp, light, bright, stifling. There's the concierge in their nice suit, the fancy faux marble foyer, elevators that sneak up from behind and then DING as if you're the arsehole for facing the other way, mirrors fucking EVERYWHERE jump-scaring you with your own face, the end of the toilet paper folded into a little triangle... (whose bum needs that? A tiny triangle before the rest of the paper? No-one's bum needs that!)

And Heaven is always watching, isn't it?

The binful of teabags, the crumpled up packets of crisps-for-dinner, the empty bottle of wine - they will all be SEEN, along with the sanitary bag and the snotty tissues and the laddered stockings that I've wrenched off in a rage because now I have to go buy more. (WHY DID HOTELS GET RID OF BIN BAGS?)

We haven't even made it to the mortifying ordeal of ordering room service as a solo business traveler. I order the club sandwich, because that is the first thing you should order in a hotel, always - this is a rule. I eat it, it's fine. Club sandwiches have probably hauled me back from the edge of madness/chicken nuggets at least four times now. The next night, though, I don't want a club sandwich. I want something else.

A pizza.

There is no option to order a half pizza, and if I order a whole pizza, I will eat the whole pizza. So I order a whole pizza, obviously. I eat the pizza, because of course I do - it's not great, but it's kinda okay and it's something to do because I can't do any of the other things like live or breathe or exist in regular human form.

But when the pizza is gone, I look at the empty tray sitting on the slimy glass-topped desk and the realisation hits: they will know I know they know that I sat on my pristine bed, shoving melted cheese and prosciutto into my mouth, probably in full view of some late night meeting in the next building over, while staring at a wall and fervently wishing I were elsewhere.

There is probably sauce on the sheets and a bit of rocket on the floor that I can't find, and the TV remote is greasy af. It's basically a murder scene and I will feel guilty for the next millennia and a bit.

In conclusion...

Heaven is a panopticon and so is the Hilton. But Azi showed up for it, and so will I. Hopefully we can all make it back to the comfy, dusty book-filled spaces for good one day.

[fandomnsfw]

Pack Mom pt.2 - Derek Hale x Reader

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Prompt: Request! – Liam starts getting jealous when Isaac gets more attention than him, soon it becomes a competition between them that you decide to indulge in. (Also inspired by Woman – Honne.)

Warning: None! Just FLUFFFFF!

ENJOY!!

*****

“Isaac honey can you pass me the butter.” You muttered as you grabbed the bread from the cupboard.

“Okay Mama!” He smiled as he grabbed the butter from the fridge bouncing over to you as you grabbed a knife out the draw.

“Thank you baby.” You smiled at him softly ruffling his hair. You started buttering the bread placing different ingredients on each sandwich. Lydia and Erica had a BLT. Liam, Mason, Cory and Stiles had a PBJ and Derek, Isaac and Jackson all had plain cheese and ham. You had a peanut butter and Nutella fried, kind of like grilled cheese. When you were frying your sandwich you heard yelling start from the front room.

“No fair! It’s my turn!” Liam screeched.

“NO IT’S NOT!” Scott scoffed before you heard more shuffling.

“Ow don’t bite me!” Liam whined making you wince slightly.

“Actually I think it’s my turn.” Derek deadpanned as you heard more movement.

“Listen old man!” Jackson yelled angrily.

You switched off the hob before storming into the living room to see Scott, Liam, Jackson and Derek rolling around on the floor fighting over the Xbox controller. Your hand immediately went to your hips as you waited for them to notice you. Lydia was sat reading but she looked up to acknowledge you before going back to her book.

“DEREK!” You screamed eventually when you realized they weren’t going to notice you.

“Shit!” You heard him muttered before de-tangling himself from the boys.

“Scott get off your brothers!” You snapped as you tapped you bare foot against the floor. Once they were all stood in front of you, head down in an attempt not to test what patience you had left.

“Every time I start making food somehow you always seem to interrupt me by acting like morons!” You huffed angrily.

“The Xbox can go off now. Derek you can come pour me a glass of wine. Lord knows I need it. Scott you can finish the reading you have for school. Jackson how about you study for the maths test coming up. Ask Lydia for help if you need it. Liam you can come sit in the kitchen.” You ordered pointing at each one of them as you snapped your orders, Scott and Jackson groaned but did as they were told. You made you way back to the kitchen Liam following closely behind. You told him to sit at the breakfast bar while you got out the first aid kit. You wiped always the blood noticing the bite mark almost gone completely, which you were thankful for.

“Mama?” Liam murmured softly, a blush on his face.

“What baby?” You said as you threw the used antiseptic wipe in the bin.

“Can I have a hug?” He fiddle with the bottom of his shirt nervously as he waited for your response. You smiled but leaned over to hug him tightly. His head laying against your chest probably able to hear you heart beating. He hugged you back but the moment only lasted a few more seconds because you heard Isaac start talking.

“Mama I’m hungryyy.” He whined, a pout gracing his face. You pulled away from Liam and nodded before you went back to making food.

You glanced at Isaac and Liam as you went to turn the hob back on. You noticed that they were thoroughly glaring at each other which you thought was weird, shaking your head you chose the let it go.

After the pack has finished eating they went back to their houses, except Isaac who went upstairs to study, leaving you alone with Derek. You had college tomorrow but you didn’t feel like staying in your dorm with your overly happy roommate. You cuddled into Derek as he flipped through the films that were on the TV, his pick of film made you laugh. As much as he a Stiles bicker their love for Star Wars was always what had them chatting like they were best friends.

“I think you should move in with me.” Derek spoke after half an hour of silence through the film. You looked up at him shocked by the sudden statement, his eyes still glued on the TV like he felt embarrassed somehow.

“Oh really? Would you like to look at me and ask me instead of telling me?” You snorted, crossing your arms in playful anger.

“Y/N Y/L/N will you move in with me?” He huffed with false confidence as he gazed in your eyes.

“I would love to Derek. Now I need to sleep because I have class at 8. Night Der.” You muttered as you wandered up the stairs. You stopped at Isaac’s room to see him sprawled over his bed with his homework thrown everywhere which made you smile to yourself. You carefully moved the papers to his computer desk and threw his covers over him, brushing his curly hair away from his face. After making sure he was okay, you went to yours and Derek’s shared bedroom getting dressed into one on Derek’s tops before getting into bed.

*****

“Isaac breakfasts ready!” You screamed up the stairs as you checked the time once again. Isaac ran down stairs dressed and ready for school. He kissed your cheek before he sat down next to you digging into his breakfast.

“Thank you Mama.” He said with half of a piece of bacon hanging out his mouth.

“Isaac don’t talk with your mouthful. It’s rude.” You instructed your voice soft yet stern. He nodded and continued chewing his food before you realized it was already 7.30am. You got up and kissed Derek on the cheek, who was sat silently with a coffee in his hand. Isaac followed closely behind hoping into the passenger seat.

“I need to talk to Derek about getting you a car or a bike.” You muttered as the pulled away from the Hale house.

“I don’t need a car mama I’m fine.” Isaac whispered slowly like he was worried about how Derek would react.

“Yes you do and don’t argue with me. Derek will agree too. Everyone else has a way to get around so which would you prefer bike or car?”

“Mama I do-”

“I think a bike since you love riding with Scott.” You interrupted before he could reject the offer again. After that you and Isaac chose to stay quiet for the rest of the time in the car. When you arrived at Beacon Hills High School you got out the car to greet the pack which was making their way over to your car.

“Ma-Y/N shouldn’t you be at college?” Scott voiced as they stopped in front of you.

“I’m going after this. Derek said he would drop him off but it’s on my way so I thought I’d do it today. Plus I have some good news.” You stated before ruffling Liam’s hair which made him preen.

“I’m moving in full time with Derek.” You added after pulling your hand away from Liam.

“That’s awesome!!” Erica screeched making Stiles roll his eyes.

“Right I’ve gotta go. Liam be good everyone else looking after him and make sure you don’t fight. You know it may seem like play fighting to werewolves but to humans it looks brutal and I’m not dealing with another call from Natalie telling me you’ve earned yourself detention for 2 weeks!”

“Yes Mom.” They are voiced sarcastically.

*****

When everyone came over for dinner that night it wasn’t just the pack but also the parents, who had yet to find out about your new name. It happened when you were helping Melissa cook while the Sheriff, Chris and Derek sat around the breakfast bar chatting away.

“JACKSON GIVE IT BACK! MAMA!!!!” Stiles screamed as he chased Jackson into the kitchen. Everyone stopped to stare at you but you paid no mind.

“JACKSON! Put that down before I take away your new phone!” You yelled as you stirred the chicken pieces around the wok.

“What you didn’t buy that though!!” Jackson screamed angrily his foot stomping angrily.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You responded, your tone calm with a sickly sweet smile joining as you turned to look at him.

“I mean! I’m sorry Stiles here’s your comic book and I love you Mama!” He replied in a rushed way that made you smirk.

“That’s what I thought now, boy’s front room I don’t wanna tell you twice.” You added as you watched the boys bicker as they walked into the front room. You turned your attentions to the 3 sets or wide eyes staring at you, realizing what you had done you blushed and picked up your glass of wine.

“I think we should leave the kids here and go into early retirement.” Noah snorted making Derek go deathly pale.

“So your pack mom now?” Chris added nodding in agreement as he did, you nodded before going back to food. Once dinner was ready you all moved to the dining room to sit down but then just like every aspect of your life turned into another argument.

“But you always sit next to Mama I wanna sit next to her today!” Liam whined his bottom lip sticking out slightly.

“No it’s my seat pipsqueak.” Isaac mocked as he made his way to the seat.

“Isaac you can sit next to Melissa.” Your voice made no room for arguments with made everyone stop awkwardly.

“Bu-”

“Isaac.” Was all Derek said as everyone finally started to situate themselves.

During dinner everything was full of chatter and laughs except Isaac who sat there pushing his food around his plate aimlessly. You knew what was happening Isaac had been the baby of the pack for years until Liam came along. You could tell he was jealous and they were competing but you also knew that you loved everyone in this pack equally, well except Peter because he’s a maniac and Derek who is possibly the love of your life.

You knew Isaac felt left out but he had to learn you weren’t just his. After dinner you started cleaning up but Chris and Noah quickly took over saying that you and Melissa should rest, so you did. As soon as you sat down Liam began speaking to you.

“Mama would you like a drink?” He asked hopefully.

“I can rub your feet if you want?” Isaac tried to interrupt.

“I could put on your favorite film if you want.” Liam grit his teeth as he smiled, as if trying to control his anger.

“Boys just sit down.” You groaned before flopping onto Derek’s chest.

That night the entire pack stayed over, the big house full of giggles and teasing but what got you the most was every 5 minutes Liam and Isaac asked if you wanted anything or tried to get your attention. By the time it was midnight you had enough of the bickering so you told everyone to sit down and watch a film or they could go to their own rooms. Thankfully they listened.

“Mama would you like some popcorn?” Liam asked gently as the movie got to about half way through.

“Mama doesn’t like salted popcorn.” Isaac snickered making you pause the film and tell Erica to turn the light on.

“Right I’ve had enough of this competing! I am not a toy that you can fight over nor am I everyone’s favorite lamppost to piss up!” You screamed angrily as you threw the remote controller onto the couch.

“I love you all equally! You are all my baby’s in some way! If you had two babies would you love them differently?” You added, your arms crossing over your chest as you tried to maintain calm.

“No.” Isaac muttered, his cheeks glowing red.

“Well then don’t expect that from me! I love you all the exact same amount!” You huffed before hearing Derek re-enter the living room. Everyone was staring at you with sad eyes but you knew it was because they all felt bad.

After everyone had gone to bed you and Derek made your way up to your bed room changing into one of Derek’s tops before sliding into bed with a sigh. Derek got in without a word kissing you passionately which made you squeak in surprise. One he pulled back he smiled down at you lovingly his thumb tracing circles on your cheeks.

“Thank you for being the best Pack Mom ever.” He whispered gently, his hands making their way into your hair.

That’s night Derek made love to you over and over again his love pouring out over and over until you were overloaded with his feelings.

This man is the love of your life and he gave you everything you ever wanted.

A family.

Part 1 <- -> Part 3(fin)

[autumnvine]

Movie Marathon

Summary: Tom wanted to have a movie marathon with you, unbeknowing to him you are afraid of all things scary.

Fluff/ Comfort

Word Count: 2380

Halloween was the worst day of the year, your paranoia slowly building, it made you feel uneasy, perhaps it was the costumes, hiding people who could be anybody walking past you, but mostly it was the practical jokes, jump scares and horrible movies. Every part of you wanted to skip Halloween pretending it doesn't exist hiding safe upstairs in your bed away from the door being pounded upon by anyone in the vicinity. But you couldn't do that to Thomas, he loved it, for him, it was like accepting the inner child and eating so many sweets, he loved Halloween with you and he always insisted upon a movie marathon, of course, you never told him how you felt about it or he wouldn't continue with it.

"Have a good shift my love" Tom quickly kissed you handing you your bag as you left for work, kissing him back you turned and left, choosing not to participate in the annual office Halloween party, instead you wore your blue pinstripe suit and white shirt and black stilettos. Walking in coffee and bag in hand bumping the door open with your back, your stomach tightened as you walked along the halls observing women use Halloween as an excuse to wear little to nothing to impress other colleagues, shaking your head and lowering your gaze until reaching your office, spinning your desk chair around to find Skellington eyes popping out of its head, shrieking rather loudly making a fool of yourself, throwing coffee everywhere, "This isn't funny" shouting to your colleagues as you removed their practical joke from your chair. Opening the top drawer again shrieking as a red glowing-eyed spider stared through your soul, "Enough" picking it up and throwing it in the bin covering it with some crumpled paper so you weren't looking at it all day.

Hours had passed, and your day started a little rocky but seemed to have been very productive, you had almost finished each assignment, just some more hours it would all be done, "ma'am can I get you something for lunch, I'm on the deli run?" a sweet new intern asked, gently peeking her head around your door, ordering a cheese and pickle sandwich with a caramel iced latte you got back to work, the longer you stared at the screen, typing away, exhausting your fingers to the max lunch was practically inhaled, you didn't have time for a break just wanting to get finished and return home to Tom, the lucky charming man was off today.

Taking some books, some borrowed materials, files, and of course your finished assignments down to the main office, turning the light on you felt something cold touch your hand, screaming and shouting you flung the papers everywhere, making a huge mess. "Hey, hey, hey, Yn calm down it's just me, it's Sam" Sam was the planner of the office Halloween party, he was to blame for all of this. "I didn't mean to scare you that bad I'm sorry, let me help you" he offered but you refused, insisting he'd already done enough, to just leave the light on and go.  Scrambling on your knees through the embarrassment and mounds of paperwork trying to reorganize the files, making sure each page went with the proper assignment. The light above your head once again turned off and hearing a slam behind you, turning to see the door closed shut, screaming at the top of your voice, for a full five minutes before the sweet little intern who picked you up lunch came in, opened the door and let you out. "I'm sorry I didn't realize someone was here," she said all startled and flustered. Abandoning your paperwork, and grabbing your bag you ran.

Running through everything, the party, the people, the horrible decorations, reaching your car nice and safe. Calling Tom to let him know you were on your way home, requesting he jump into his comfortable pajamas as you were going to do the same, cuddle up on the sofa and spend the night safely wrapped up in his arms.

Your house was in complete darkness, perhaps Tom was in the bedroom, it faced the back of the house, gathering your belongings and closing the car door, the orange flashing lights of your car were the only light to be seen. Hearing something snap behind you, spinning in your heels, but nothing there, brushing it off and continuing walking, Keys unlocking, door knob turning, looking over your shoulder once more to check on what you thought you heard. Finding nothing, you walked in shouting at your husband, no answer, "I'm home" calling out a little louder, closing the door behind you.

"Tom" questioning whether or not he was home, if he went out at night he usually left at least one light on for you. You felt like you were holding your breath the entire time, just going to flick the switch. No power. "Great" muttering to yourself, turning on your phone torch and leaving the house  once again to check the outdoor breaker box,  Tom was standing with a small torch in his mouth trying to hold open the paneling and fix the switches, you admired Tom's long brown curls resting just below his shoulders, he did look like Loki sometimes. Asking what had happened Tom turned to face you, "Hello darling I didn't hear you come in the drive I'm sorry, it just fused, don't worry with a few alterations we should be up and running again in no time." It was no time at all, Tom the genius he was managed to get the power back, the house lighting up like a Christmas tree.

Getting settled and ready for Halloween night Tom had proposed a movie marathon, Expecting to watch your usual Pretty Woman movie followed closely by Runaway Bride you agreed. Tom however had something else in mind. "The Conjuring" title appears on screen. Breathing deep and shifting your body closer to Tom, lifting your feet from the floor to the sofa, draping a blanket over you both being sure to wrap it around your feet. Tom put his arm over you pulling you close into his warmth, his chest smelling amazing amazing as always. Gently kissing your forehead, running his hand through your hair. In that moment his heart was at its fullest, the love of his life finding comfort in his embrace.

So far the movie was going well, with a few jump scares here and there, the scene with the woman in the wardrobe made you hold tighter onto Tom, as he did you. After the movie was over you felt relieved knowing it was just the one. The second movie Tom had lined up was far worse "Grave Encounters "

"I've never seen this before is it scary?" Worriedly asking your protector

"All movies are fake my darling, there made by actors just like me, with some CGI and Special Effects, nothing to be afraid of., However, I'd close your eyes to the ending if I were you"

He had a good point, it was all fake, just actors dressing up, wearing makeup, attached to ropes and cable lines for illusions, and everything would be fine.

The first half of the movie seems to be going well, a group of friends making a documentary in an old abandoned hotel, making jokes, fooling around, jumping some fences and climbing through a window to gain entrance to the hospital. The film crew made their base station, creating a code to signal for help should any problems arise, rolling out sleeping bags and having laptop stations managing static interference with the readings from the spirit monitors. Slowly the group took to the stairs, the main character whispering the readings from the spirit monitors, leading the film crew towards to hallways and lead nurses' station. SLAM the door at the far end of the corridor shut. Making you jump once again tightening your grip on Tom's t-shirt for protection. He rubbed your arm gently tracing his fingers up and down. "I got you" he whispered into your ear placing a kiss on the top of your head, helping you relax a little.

The cameramen changed direction to check out the slamming of the doors, "It's locked" whispering to one another as it wouldn't open. SLAM  a door further up the hall closed tightly. You could hear your heart pounding throughout your ears,  Tom had no idea how much you hated horror movies or Halloween.

"You're frightened aren't you?"

Shaking your head in response "I'm alright I promise"

The movie had calmed with its jump scares, leveling itself out, and your heart returning to its normal rhythm after a while. Your eyes growing heavy toward the end of the movie, you were fighting so hard to stay awake for Tom,

"Darling, would you like to finish this another night?"

"No, no it only has half an hour we can watch it"

"Okay, but if you change your mind it's alright"

Back to the movie you thought as the ghost catchers making the documentary had now been in the hospital for 48 hours, each one becoming more and more disoriented by the minute. "Alright guys let's head home, we got enough research, let's get out of here" The lead character had said to the others

"Which way?"

Walking endlessly through the halls, halls they had most certainly come through previously

"There, the green exit arrow!" the men began running, more slamming of the doors traveling up behind them, "RUN!" they shouted together, the green arrow leading to a chained-up door "CRAP!" he shouted as the man tried to pull off the chains, a pair of hands grabbed the ankles of the cameraman dragging him into a patient room, the other man holding the mic buffer was grabbed by a pair of arms through the wall as if getting swallowed from the paint.

"It's not real," you thought to yourself. Your breathing sped up as you watched the last remaining man run for his life through the halls that were becoming longer and longer, unable to find a way out. More banging chasing him up the hallway,  SLAM, your whole body shifted into Tom, your eyes screwed shut against his chest, trying to bury yourself between him and the sofa,

"Darling" Tom whispered as he turned off the film

"You're alright my darling, it's gone now I'm sorry I never meant for it to frighten you." A few stray tears dripped onto his favorite blue t-shirt, trying to compose yourself from the film, Tom held you tight in his arms, rubbing your back gently shushing you, whispering sweet kind affirmations of love,

"I'm sorry, I'm okay, do you want to watch the ending?"

"Absolutely not darling, I'm so sorry I didn't realize how scary it was, would you like to go to bed and we can lay down?"

Agreeing you went upstairs into bed, Tom the poor soul felt horrible for frightening you, cuddling into him in bed the warmth rushed up through his body onto yours, your head laying softly upon his chest and your heavy eyes closing more and more with each blink.

Tom hadn't yet fell asleep instead stayed awake enjoying watching you sleep so peacefully, it had been hours before Tom finally fell asleep himself, holding onto you, not once thinking to move into a comfier position for his back.                 In the very early hours of the first November morning, Tom stirred from his sleep, disrupted from his peace by shaking and screaming coming from beside him. You were having a nightmare, softly sobbing, tears rolling down your cheeks, shouting NO over and over again. Sitting up Tom gently shook your shoulders whispering your name trying not to startle you too much, after a few attempts, he ended up raising his voice slightly, shaking your shoulder a little harder, saving you from your nightmare.

"Tom" you could barely put the three letters together, sobbing as the tears streamed uncontrollably down your face. Tom tried calming you down, but it was like a part of you was caught in a nightmare, awake but unaware of your surroundings, turning on the bedside lamp, revealing your tear-stained cheeks, hyperventilating on your shared bed was not how this was supposed to go.

"Darling listen to me" placing your hand to his chest. "You are safe, you are okay, you are in bed with me, nothing will hurt you, nothing is going to get to you, I'm right here, you are safe darling, take some deep breaths"

you did as he showed you, "That's it, love, you are alright, just deep breaths. You're doing so well my love."

Coming around you realized you had woken your love from his sleep, you mentioned to Tom to go back to sleep, and you would lay on the sofa for a while, he of course refused the offer politely, cuddling you instead. Holding you close and taking care of you.

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

Taking a deep breath before staring "I was trapped in a room, I couldn't get out, there were no doors nor windows, the curtains were on fire, the walls were red hot, a thich dark void overhead, I couldn't get out of there." tears pricking your eyes once more.

"Darling that sounds horrific, you're safe now, everything is alright, there is nothing to be afraid of here, nothing to worry about that pretty little head of yours. Now, how about you go back to sleep, get some rest, I'll watch over you I promise" Shyly nodding you lay back down, tom wrapped the duvet over your shoulder and let you rest your head on his chest once again, listening to the gentle beat of his heart, closing your eyes, peacefully falling back asleep.

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LITERARY: in ten years' time

Ten years from now, I’ll be moving into an apartment. 

To be honest, I’m scared that I simply won't know what to do with an apartment when most of my life has been spent inside my bedroom. I might feel lonely. I've never had to fill such a big space.

Hold up—maybe I need to imagine a bit for the whole thing to make sense. 

My apartment will have three rooms: the huge main room with the living, kitchen, and dining areas, the bathroom, and the bedroom. Personally, I believe that having separation between rooms is necessary for privacy and organization. This arrangement gives me a lot of space to play around with; I hope I won’t get tired of cleaning.

I’ll be living on one of the lower floors, maybe the fifth or sixth—high enough to ride the elevator guilt-free, and low enough to take the stairs and have energy left by the end of it. I’ll be living at the end of the hall, at the corner of the building where there won’t be a lack of windows. I’ll have a lot of natural light in the mornings, and there’ll be more surfaces for me to watch raindrops land and flow down on.

When I arrive at my apartment, after an exhausting night of working at the theater, I’ll stick my keys into the lock then push the door in. As I enter, I’ll first shed my slip-ons at the shoe rack right beside the door then change into a pair of flip flops. Immediately after, with a flip of a switch, the main space will be illuminated with lights that emit a soft, yellowish glow. When I see the whole place lit up, that’s when I’ll know I’m truly home.

The living room won’t have much in terms of the usual furniture—just the usual couch and television. But they won’t be an ordinary couch and TV, definitely! The couches fold out to make beds, which is perfect for sleepovers. The TV mounted on the wall can also swing in different directions for whenever I want to watch from other rooms. I’ll be able to make myself a sandwich and see Gordon Ramsey call someone an idiot sandwich at the same time.

Because of my tendency to accumulate mementos, the living room will probably be the most cluttered space in the house, with different trinkets and decorative pieces on display. There’ll be Taylor Swift vinyls on the walls, framed pictures of me and my loved ones, and posters from various K-Pop albums I’ve collected through the years.  The feature that will dominate the living area will be rows of shelves filled with books and various collectibles, like full five-book sets of Rick Riordan’s series and an army of Pokemon plushies. Maybe I’ll have enough space that the keyboard I have stowed in storage will finally have a home too! 

Since I want to have friends over often, I’ll make sure to keep extra Nintendo Switch Joycons and multiplayer board games to keep them entertained. With time, my living room will be the best place dedicated to making people feel welcomed into my personal space.

Moving away from the living room, I’ll have a dining table. It isn’t much to speak of, but it’s still useful to have. It’s a little pointless when you live alone, considering you can go eat anywhere else, but I will appreciate the extra surface area for when I need to put or lay things down. The more important place that I should be talking about is the kitchen, which will be the place for experiments: finding what tastes good and what makes me comfortable.

On the kitchen counter, there’ll be a vase left empty, just waiting for whenever I get flowers; I could buy some, or maybe… kidding! 

I’ll stock up on the food I enjoy and feel safe eating, and I’ll have fun organizing them in these transparent containers and bins I see all over TikTok. I’ll also be able to cook these recipes that keep showing up on my feed, and check if they’re as easy as I think they are. No, I will not be attempting to make every kind of celebrity mac and cheese. Yes, I will remember to buy vegetables and actually use them in my dishes. That kind of stuff gets better with a lot of practice.

Growing up watching TV shopping channels means that I’ll splurge my adult money on different kitchen appliances. Induction stove, rice cooker, food processor… you name it, I’ll probably have it.

An oven for all the cookies and cakes I’ll crave in the middle of the night and spend three hours making? Check. Those two-door fridges with magnets from different places around the world? Definitely asking my friends to bring me more magnets as souvenirs. A microwave for all the instant food I’ll be cooking when I’m too lazy to cook something healthy? Consider that done. 

And even after having all that, I just know that I’ll bleed my bank account dry with a pricey espresso machine that I’ll try making elaborate drinks with but end up drinking four shots from when I’m working on a project and can’t be bothered to rest. 

My kitchen will make it possible to pleasurably engage all senses and sensations and satiate these different kinds of hunger in the best way possible.

Do I really need to talk about the bathroom? Okay, whatever. Sure, that’s where I can keep all my skincare, hygiene, and cleaning products, but aside from the necessary fixtures, there’s not much else that I want. No, wait—there has to be a tabo, because I’m too used to having one around. Oh, maybe a waterproof Bluetooth speaker too. I enjoy doing concerts in the bathroom, so there’s that. I don’t want to talk about laundry yet—I’ll figure that one out sooner or later.

Anyway, enough talk about the loo. Let’s move to, arguably, my favorite room in the apartment.

My bedroom has always been my personal safe space, and I’m definitely keeping it that way, especially in my own home. This is where I find rest after facing the outside world. This is where I retreat when things get too overwhelming, so no one should be able to disturb me when I am in this room. 

Most of all, I want my bedroom to not only be a place for rest, but also a place for me to develop and evolve. The physically confined space will be the host to limitless mental, emotional, and spiritual growth. This is where I’ll focus all my energy into making myself better, whether it be through exploring research topics, reading for self-help, creating new works—basically doing all the things that I enjoy and find satisfaction doing. 

For starters, I know I don’t need a large bed; maybe I can have a loft with the bed on top and a desk space underneath. I value having a large workspace with quality equipment, so I’ll be rigging up a setup where I can work and game effectively. I’ll invest in a PC that can run Sims 4 on full graphics without burning up and crashing—well, I mean, why else would I have a NASA-level computer if not for the many cozy games I’ll be playing? (Well, some of us want to finish our requirements to complete our master’s degrees.)

Now, onto other things in the room: I’ll have a guitar sitting in the corner, unplayed until I regain the motivation to write songs again. Next to it will be filing cabinets filled with random materials and unfinished projects that I likely won’t touch again as I’ve lost the spark for them. Beside the desk will be a small reading nook with a bean bag and a floor lamp. Lastly, by the door, there’ll be a full-body mirror on which I'll do my fit checks whenever an event requires me to dress up.

Speaking of dressing up, the first step of my capsule wardrobe will be completed, because now, I have an actual wardrobe! I’ll have enough closet space (no, not for me—I’ve been out a while) for my clothes, which I predict will be filled with my default colors: black, white, and navy. I’ll have tiny organizers for all of my bracelets and earrings, which I wear to brighten up my admittedly dull color palette. At the end of the day, all that will be taken off, thrown into the hamper, and replaced by the comfiest pajamas and a fluffy throw blanket. I will then block everyone out with my headphones and disappear into dreamland.

Now that I’ve mapped it all out in my mind, I see what can be done. Being able to visualize what my apartment will look like in the future reassures me. It gives me a clear vision to work towards, and it helps me manifest the best life for myself.

I may have gushed too much about what’s going to be inside my future home, but that's because I'm excited for the freedom and relief that living solo will bring. I admit that for the first few months, it's definitely going to be different in a lot of ways, like not having anyone else around most of the time. Change might be very rattling, even when you’ve prepared for that very moment ten years in advance. That's okay—I’ll manage. I always do. Having my own place might take a bit of getting used to, but I just know that it's the best decision I'll make.

In ten years’ time, I’ll be living and loving my life in my apartment.

[faraway-sunshine]

What my typical meal plan looks like on school days

Breakfast

This is the one meal I make myself. Normally I just eat dry cereal (I don't like it getting soggy). Most days, Mom gives me a granola bar or two before I leave. I think she thinks that I'm not making myself enough on those days, but doesn't want to start an argument. I also have to have a certain amount of milk a day, so I get some of it over and done with at breakfast. I'm not sure how anyone likes milk. I have to water mine down as Mom started getting full fat to try and help me put on weight, but full fat's gross.

Recess Snack

This is normally when I eat the granola bars. I also have an apple or mandarin in my lunchbox. I have to put the peel or core in my lunchbox, not the bin, as proof.

Lunch

The cafeteria has a lot of great smelling things, but the line at the serving counter is rowdier than a full watering hole during a drought. People get shoved, money lost or stolen, kids trip and get food all over their uniform.

So I just eat my lunch. So far Mom always makes me salad sandwiches, with chicken or boiled eggs or something, and they get soggy but I know they have a lot of nutrients. After the first day I started to unpick the slices to eat the fillings on their own, then leave the bread as it's all gross by then. I also usually have a couple Oreos, some dried fruit, and some of those crackers with cheese on the top.

It's quite different to when I went to school before; either Mari would make lunch with me so I could tailor it, or Dad would make a bento box or something.

Although we're mostly only supposed to bring water to school, I also have permission to bring a juice carton to help with my vitamins.

Afternoon snack

When I get home is pretty much the only time I'm supposed to be trusted to eat something without a teacher or Mom watching. Mostly I forget, but on Friday I came home so tired that I ate half a sleeve of Oreos and finished the milk so I wouldn't need to worry about it at dinner. I felt guilty when Mom seemed so proud of that, especially as I got a stomach ache from it.

Dinner

Varies. Mom often comes home tired, so mostly she either puts a ready meal in the over for 20 minutes or the microwave for 20 seconds. Whatever it is, the deal is that I at least try everything on my plate and make an effort to eat as much as I feel like, but that I stop when I feel I can't have more without a stomach ache or throwing up again or becoming too tense and anxious next time. She also always tries to make sure there's at least 2 kinds of vegetable in each one, and she leans towards stuff that can be easily reheated if I feel hungrier later.

Dessert

The rule back when Mari and Dad were here used to be that you only got dessert if you finished your dinner, but now Mom just gives me candy or chocolate afterwards anyway because if I ate a lot, it's a reward, and if I didn't, well, it's extra calories that I need anyway.

(Monday 11th September, 2000, 7:26 AM)

[cookiewriting]

Hiii 🥰🍪,

So firstly, no pressure at all to write this 💖

Yelena Belova x Fem! Reader (or GN! What you like x) -

Reader almost always teases Yelena about how she only ever cooks Mac n cheese so one night when Reader is a little late home from work, Yelena is trying her best to cook something different because she knows how busy reader as been recently and she wants to do something nice for them.

Reader comes home to the dinner table set and food waiting for them. They enjoy dinner together and reader is shocked that Yelena was able to make something other than mac n cheese. Later that night, reader gets up from the sofa to put some rubbish in the bin and discovers that dinner was actually just fancy take out and asks Yelena about it & Yelena just embarrassing explains how she was trying to cook but it just didn’t work out?

If it’s lame, you don’t have to write it 🥰💖

Mac’n cheese forever

Pairing: Yelena Belova x GN! reader

Warnings: Language, a tiny bit of angst if you squint. Let me know if I missed any!

A/N: This is my first official post here, my first request and my first time writing Yelena. I hope you’ll enjoy it! I’m open to critics as long as they are respectful.

1,3k words

To say work had been kicking your ass lately would be an understatement. You tried to keep count of how many nights you almost just stayed at the office but after a month there w as just too many. You loved your work, how else would you put on with those insane hours? You just wished you could go home earlier and spend more time with your amazing girlfriend.

Yelena had been a great help recently and her support sometimes surprised you. She never blamed you for coming home late and always made sure you had food on the table the moment you stepped foot inside the house. She was so understanding you were starting to feel guilty for all the times you had to send her the damn message.

I think I’m going to be late again. I’m really sorry Baby… Yelena: Don’t worry moya lyubov', I’ll have diner ready for you Please, no more Mac’n Cheese. I can pick up something on the way home Yelena: HEY! I can cook! I don’t always make Mac’n Cheese!

You’re right, sometimes it’s Cheese’n Mac

Yelena: This doesn’t even exist! I’ll make something good you’ll see

You chuckled while grabbing your things for the next meeting. You knew you shouldn’t tease Yelena about her cooking skills. After all she never got to learn how to make herself a real meal and later she was too busy to learn. But after almost two weeks of eating Mac’n Cheese every night, you just could help it. You actually spent most of the meeting trying to picture your girlfriend cooking with actual ingredients but after almost laughing at the image of her using the oven, you decided to focus a little more on your work.

Two hours. It took two hours for your team to figure out you wouldn’t be able to finish the project tonight. You waited a little before rushing to your car so that your boss wouldn’t think you were eager to go home, even though you were. During the 10 minutes drive to your house, you kept wondering if you should stop to buy a few snacks for the night. Deep down you knew Yelena wouldn’t let you starve and if she didn’t succeed in her attempt to cook something, she would improvise. Maybe you could negotiate a sandwich or some grilled cheese instead of her go-to meal.

As you closed the front door behind you, you could hear the sound of some TV show in the living room and someone getting busy in the kitchen. You let your bag fall on the floor, deciding this would be a future-you problem and took off your shoes. You made about two steps forwards before your girlfriend came into view. Her blonde hair in a high ponytail, she had that focused look you loved about her. Knowing she heard you coming in, you took the last steps needed to hug her. Your arms snaked around her torso, making sure not to disturb any of her movements. Your head resting on her shoulder you watched carefully as she finished dressing the two plates in front of her. “So you do know how to cook something else…” You just couldn’t resist teasing her again but in all honesty you were a bit impressed to actually see vegetables instead of macaronis.

You heard a huff and suddenly you were left holding thin air as the woman used her skills to get out of your arms. Still holding the two plates, she walked to the sofa and put them on your coffee table. You joined her as she took her first bite and gave you a falsely angry look. “Don’t sound so surprised, I told you I’ll make diner!” she waved her fork in your direction, using it to somehow make her point but making you chuckle instead. “I know Baby” you answered with a soft smile, “I just didn’t expect that much effort.”

You leaned in and gave her a kiss on her forehead, thanking her for everything she does for you. A small smile finally appeared on the blonde lips and you curled up against her, holding your plate on your knees. You were truly amazed by the work she put in making dinner tonight. Everything tasted perfect, nothing seemed burnt or under-cooked. You caught Yelena’s eyes staring at you as she tried to see if she did a good enough job. When you nodded with a full mouth, relief washed over her and she went back to eating.

You never were into small talk and neither was your girlfriend. The evening went on, dinner finished a few minutes ago and you both were now cuddling in silence. After years of living together there was no such thing as awkward silence, you just enjoyed being with each other. Well you did until you moved and knocked over the bottle of wine you’d forgotten to put away.

“Shit!”

You got up in a flash while your blonde assassin started to laugh uncontrollably. It was no surprise who the clumsy one would be in this relationship though being a highly trained spy should be considered as cheating. Using paper napkins and some tissues, you did your best to clean the spilled wine before it’d ruin the floor. Your girlfriend still laughing, you shook your head and went to throw the mess you made in the bin when you noticed something else already in it. You looked over to the sofa were you met the eyes of a suddenly serious Yelena and tilted your head. “Lena?” you asked slowly “Why is there burnt food and Florentino boxes in there?”

If someone could become invisible, you’re sure the spy would have done it in a second. Instead, she kept staring at you like a deer caught in headlights. You raised an eyebrow waiting for her answer. “I’m sorry!” Tears built up in her eyes as embarrassment and frustration took over. “I really tried to cook something but it was like the kitchen wouldn’t cooperate.” The usually fierce woman looked like a child being scolded by an adult. Sighing you closed the bin and walked back to sit in front of her.

“Why not just tell me?” You asked. “You don’t have to hide this from me love.” Yelena took your hand and began to play with your fingers, a way to distract her mind when she let herself be vulnerable. “I just didn’t want you to be disappointed,” she whispered. “I thought if I could make you something other than Mac’n Cheese you wouldn’t get tired of me.” Your mouth fell open at her last words. You never thought your teasing would get to her in that way but looking back at it you suddenly wanted to slap yourself.

“Baby? Look at me?” You waited a bit for her eyes to meet yours but when she didn’t move you gently cupped her face and made her look your way. “Hi,” you smiled “I’m not disappointed love. And I could never get tired of you. I want to spend all my life by your side baby, even if it means eating your Mac’n Cheese every night.” A smile returned on your girlfriend face as you spoke and you wiped a tear before it rolled on her cheek. “Really?” You nodded “Of course.” Her smile reached her eyes and she leaned in your touch. This was her way of saying she loves you without any words needed and you stroked her skin softly in response. “Marry me.” She asked, closing her eyes. “What?” Your own eyes widened, this evening was definitely far from what you expected a few hours ago. “Marry me?” Yelena asked again a little louder, her voice full of the same determination she had when she offered you your first coffee.

“Yes”

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul Silva x reader - emotional rollercoaster

Oh okey I saw about your labour post…what about only nine months of pregnancy with Saul Silva with lots of mood swings (from being mad to crying) and weird cravings - Anon💜

Saul woke up to the sound of you crying, and he immediately sat up and looked around to see you standing across the room with a bowl in your hand.

“Sweetheart?” He asked softly.

You looked up and sniffled a little.

“What’s wrong?”

Saul got out of bed and he looked to where you were looking at on the floor.

Your sandwich.

“Aw love I’ll make you another one, sit down.”

“Thank you…” you sniffled.

You handed him the plate and walked over to the bed and sat down again and he binned the sandwich getting up to make another one.

“Do you want ham?”

“No..”

Saul poked his head around the corner.

“I don’t like ham Saul.” You huffed.

“You made a ham sandwich thought?”

“I know but I don’t like ham!” You cried.

“Okay. Okay no ham. Cheese?”

“Pickles?”

Saul nodded nodded his head and brought your sandwich and you ate it, making a face in disgust.

“I don’t like it.”

“I’ll make you another if you want.”

“I want it.”

Saul laughed a little and nodded his head, sitting down next to you he kissed the side of your head, wiping a few of your tears.

He was used to this by now, and he was ready for it all.

“Can I have ice cream?”

“We only have strawberry.”

You set your plate aside and looked at him.

“I don’t eat strawberry ice cream”.

“You got it the other day.”

“Why?”

Saul shook his head, shrugging his shoulders a little bit.

You rested your head on his shoulder, taking his hand in yours, you played with the ring on his finger and he smiled softly.

You began to sniffle a little bit again.

“Why’re you crying?” He asked softly.

“I love you so much.”

Saul held back his laugher, and he squeezed your hand gently.

“I love you too sweetheart.”

You placed his hand on your stomach, and you reached over, taking his other hand you wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

Saul smiled, gently pulling you into his side a little more, running his hand along your stomach and you hummed a little.

“Ice cream and peanut butter…” you whispered.

“That sounds… interesting…” he said.

You got up to go and make it and you brought it back over, trying some of it you hummed, nodding your head in approval.

Getting a bit more on the spoon you held it up to him and he tried it.

“Weirdly enough, that’s nice.”

You shared the rest with him, and he set the bowl aside.

You got up and put yourself between his legs, resting your back against his chest and he placed his hands on your stomach.

Leaning your head back, he kissed the corner of your mouth with a smile.

“You’re going to be late.”

“You’re laying in me.”

“Well that’s not my issue.”

Saul chuckled.

“I can be a little late.”

You hummed, nodding your head, and a few minutes later you started crying again and Saul was left trying to figure out why

[elementary-my-dear-daddy]

so like. Frog Patton is a frog, which have breeding seasons. But Patton wouldn't know that. So he's left there with a drooling dick and not knowing what's wrong with him.

Breeding Season

Intruality (Patton and Remus)

Warnings: Frog!Patton, breeding, slight overstimulation

Read it on AO3!

Patton would generally say he was indeed a morning person. He liked getting up bright and early, having the house to himself for at least an hour before everyone else was awake. There was no arguing over what to watch, so he could put on retro saturday morning cartoons! No one arguing about needing to use the kitchen or who got the last of the coffee, he always got the stove to himself and the first cup of a fresh brew. None of the hot water for the shower was used, the first rays of sunlight got to greet his face, even a warm set of clothes would be greeting him from his laundry that was waiting in the dryer from being done last night. Well, what wasn’t there to love about the morning?

Except, this morning, he cringed awake, feeling an awful scratch at the back of his throat. Not a sick kind of scratch, but the kind he felt when Thomas went through puberty, as did all the sides, and he’d wake up with a tickling at the back and a new octave to speak in. He coughed when he reached over for his glasses, but that didn’t clear it much. Maybe it was just a cold?

In addition to his new illness, his morning wood ached. Most mornings all he had to do was think of something nasty Remus had said the week before and it would eventually go away, but his little friend remained at-attention, despite him thinking about the moldy-cheese macaroni sandwich Remus had for lunch three days ago. 

He groaned as he reached into his pants, running his hand along the outline of his hard cock. He was already leaking into his boxers, great. He didn't have any especially nice dreams to cause this, but he guessed he’d have to just rub it out to get it over with. He tugged his pants and boxers down just enough to start stroking himself. It wasn’t elegant or very enjoyable, he just wanted to get in a quickie so he could start getting ready for the day. With a final gasp he came over his hand and stomach. A change and a quick shower was in order.

Except, he was still hard as ever. Normally he needed a quick break to recover with his partner after he came but he was still painfully aroused and had no clue why. He felt like rutting up into his hand again, still sensitive from his previous orgasm, but he resisted. 

He got up and felt how tense his muscles were, his legs, at least. He felt like he ran a marathon without even stretching first, but all he did was go about his normal day- cooking, chores, and hanging out with his favorite famILY. Maybe it was whatever was making his throat hurt. Nothing some warm water couldn’t fix!

He stripped off his clothes on the way to his bathroom and tossed them in the laundry bin to be done later. Right! All his clean clothes were in the dryer downstairs. Well, the benefits of waking up early, no one would be awake to see him march down in a towel to get it. With that thought, he stepped into his bathroom, flipped on the light and-

“OH MY GOSH WHAT IS THAT.” Patton shrieked as he looked at his naked reflection. He instantly closed his eyes, sticking to his ‘if I can't see you, you can’t see me’ motto. When he did open his eyes, he noticed the green and brown splotches that adorned his face and neck, making their way down his shoulders and chest as well. He touched the spots, almost moist from what he hoped was sweat from his earlier activities, and let out a gasp at how sensitive they were, almost like how it felt to press into one of the love marks someone left on his neck. He looked at himself in horror studying his new form. At last he noticed how his still hard cock wore similar markings, and that it was starting to needily drool pre from the tip again.

He let out a disgusted whine and ran to the shower, turning it on and hopping in. He immediately reached for a washcloth and soap and started rubbing at the spots across his body to wash them down the drain. As he scrubbed harder and harder trying to rid himself of the splotches he gasped and whined. They were so sensitive and each drag of the cloth over them sparked some pleasurable feeling deep in his belly. He looked down at his cock and repeated the same action, this time feeling twice the pleasure. He tried to hold back moans, failing when he realized the spots weren’t coming off. He sat down in the tub, letting the steaming water fall down over him as he started to desperately fist his cock with the washcloth. He finally came into it, whimpering at the feeling. He sat in the shower for another ten minutes conjuring up a plan for how to survive the day with whatever was happening to him.

He toweled off the best he could, still unable to completely dry some of the spots. He was tempted to grab himself for a third time, but decided that the way to go here was probably to just ignore it until it went away, no matter how hard he got.

With a quick peek out his door and towel wrapped around his waist, he rushed downstairs to retrieve his clothes. He could find some baggy pants in the dryer and wear his cat hoodie with the hood up to cover up his condition. Downstairs seemed to be clear as he approached the laundry room. Once inside, he opened up the dryer and started digging around. It had to be here somewhere-

“My, my,” a suspiciously wicked voice came from the doorway, “And here I thought my color was green.”

“Gah! Remus!” Patton shouted, surprised to see the duke up at this hour. He pulled his towel up further to attempt to cover himself, but it did little to hide what the other had already seen, “I’m just- I need to- um- I can explain!”

Remus smirked and slinked into the small room, “Oh, Patty, there’s no need to do that! Not when your dick’s done most of it for you, anyway.”

Patton winced and looked down at his cock tenting the only thing keeping him covered. He looked back to Remus who was wearing a toothy grin, like a wolf waiting to devour its prey.

“Poor little froggie doesn’t even know it’s mating season yet, is that it?” Remus closed the gap and started marching Patton into the wall, “That’s ok, between Virgil’s heats and Janus’ mating times I’m pretty used to lending a helping hand. You do want help with this, don't you?”

Patton felt conflicted. On one hand all he wanted was to not give into… whatever this was and wait till it was over. On the other, he wanted nothing more than to deal with the pangs of arousal by having Remus take him back to his room and ride him like no tomorrow. He didn’t know how long this would last, and what it even was, and it seemed like Remus at least had some idea of how to manage it. He felt the towel around his waist begin to slowly unravel. He panted, thinking about what would happen if he said yes, what sort of hellish pleasure he was in for.

The towel fell to the floor with a soft thud as Remus pinned him to the wall, “Well, what’s it gonna be frog-face?”

“I-”Patton’s lip quivered. He felt the other slot a knee in between his legs and he couldn’t resist any longer, “Please, Remus, yes.”

Remus chuckled, a dark laugh that made Patton shiver, “Happy breeding season~”

[socialistwh0r3]

I hate my period so much

It woke me up at 5am after I had stained my gorgeous baby blue linen sheets

And I had 30min of bad pain bur being fully fine to walk so I changed my sheets into red cotton and got my pregnancy body pillow I use for periods ... then I had to go lie on my side with my legs squished up while vomiting/dry heaving while running hot water on my stomach which ment my oxy didn't get to fully absorb .

Then when I could sit up again I was rinsing out my hair and found cigarette buts tangled in from my dad smoking the shower which is going to be a problem I hope they don't clog up out old plumbing.

I stopped vomiting then lay in bed for a until 930 where I was no longer hella nautious so I drank a few maybe 5 standard of white rum eith pinable jucie and some oxxy which fully got rid of the pain so I could walk down the road to get my dads latte and white bread cheese egg sandwich (he got high a few months ago and threw my coffee machine off the balcony and only eat fresh bread due to his teeth [he has dentures that he can wear as of last week but they make him gag) or if I make it Japanese milk bread but I only do that once a month cause it's labour intensive) and my job is his primary career and he is hella underweight like 40kg (90 pounds) at 6 foot its fucked. Anyway I sat down in the alcohol freezer while they finished up but I had to leave to go dry heave above the garbage bin ... which sucked cause it's connected to a metal pole that's stops the lid from flipping all the way open so I had to but my head under the lid... and like all the people that work there know me (like I walk in and they ask if I've already ordered my dads sandwich). But the man in front of me brought me a lindt chocolate bar which is great cause im running low on the food pantry ones I normally use and like they don't seem plain caramel and dark chocolate in Australia anymore only sated caramel milk chocolate which is disgusting.

But I was literally crying and then when I got back my dad had nicked.over his side table and smashed a ton of my mugs and gold philosophy glasses trying to get his leg into bed ( he passed of the balcony friday morning and then feel over and maybe broke his hand but he won't see a doctor so I helped him get back into bed but I physically can't clean up all the smashed stuff like I did some with a broom but then I got dizzy and had to go before I feel into the glass myself.

At least his bed pan didn't get knocked over.

I wish I got my period next week when my dads shower chair arrives but alas.

It's a bad one but not a heinous one like im not crawling or wheelchair bound yet and there had been no migrant or diahera but im still passed. Like since june I have had 3 periods that have all been good 2 we're less than a week and the other one was 3 weeks with only 1 day of vomiting and fainting. I'm just worried this one is going to get all the shit I missed out from June. The only good thing is when I'm in the shower I can leave the shower head on my stomach cause the water droplets on the rest of my body cool me down in this 33° weather.

RANT OVER

[irlcats-bracket]

Bracket 2 Round 2 Poll 1

Alucard & Ezekiel vs Summer

second post with propaganda (alucard and summer)

ALUCARD

he's orange, steals food if you're too slow to protect it, and he is full of love for his mommy and his mommy alone. alucard also loves to sing and feels like he's full of pudding.

PROPAGANDA

ALUCARD PROPAGANDA !!!

blep ^

behold my son............

more alu propaganda and fun facts!

he once ate his way through an entire pizza box solely to eat the cheese off of it! he has also ripped into a bag of doritos and cereal solely because he is a gremlin. we cant have ANY food outside of a bin or cabinet or he will find it and eat it. he can also open doors ???

he has two favorite places to sleep! one is that crappy basket on the right that i wove for a college class. the other is a cardboard house that his butt has nearly ripped in half!

despite being the younger brother, he's the more dominant one! he tries act like hes all tough when it comes to simon but its a hard facade to keep up when he keeps play-tackling alucard! they still love each other though; hence the spooning. it always makes us happy when they sleep together <3

whenever my fiance leaves the bed, alucard immediately gets up and runs to his spot. it feels like hes always just waiting for him to get up so he can come and spoon me

these photos are also making me consider if hes a shapeshifter because why does he look different in every picture

alucard is also a WORLD CLASS WRESTLER . he may be on the ground, but he knows exactly what hes doing. i dont think him and simon should be in the same weight class though 😳

these pictures are mostly just funny to me. whenever we're watching tv and he wants attention, he sits on top of our fLAT SCREEN TV??? he does this all the time and i ??? i dont know why

he also does pull-ups on the oven door apparently. it was off and nothing was hot; he just wanted the food smh.

EZEKIEL

His birthday is April Fools Day and that could not be more fitting. Despite being a little old man at 12 (almost 13!) years of age, he’s still very playful, energetic and affectionate. He regularly wakes submitter up because he wants cuddles. He also likes to play fetch and steal salty snacks.

PROPAGANDA

Propaganda for my baby boy, Ezekiel (he is not a baby, he is 13)

The last photo is from one of the many times he’s climbed between the couch and the wall so he can jump up and scare my brother

He’s a very good boy who comforts me during anxiety attacks. My family and I call him Ezie for short and he isn’t afraid of anything, be it fireworks, thunderstorms or vacuum cleaners. Other nicknames include “stinky old man,”“sneezy,” and “cheese weasel.” Because he also likes to steal cheese. He will take it right off your sandwich.

SUMMER

She’s a Siberian, and she’s submitter's emotional support animal she’s such a good baby and they would kill for her! She has a whole host of chronic health issues but she’s handling it like a trooper. Beloved by all friends family and vet staff she deserves the world!!

PROPAGANA

propaganda post 2

[seth-storm]

A Good Day

Content warning: PTSD, Anxiety, Depression, Eating Disorder

I woke the body up before the wretched sound of the alarm could signal the new day. I turned the alarm off preemptively and sluggishly sat up. The body’s heart was beating too slowly for being awake. I looked around the unfamiliar room. It was a mess. Worse than most I’d seen. There were a dozen empty soda cans by the bed, at least five plates beneath them, and clothes strewn about the floor. Books rested open on the ground next to a guitar with rusted strings. One of them was waving wildly around as the fan overhead moved the air just enough to circulate the awful stench coming from the place. There were several candles hiding beneath the junk on the desk, but it looked like each had only been lit once before being buried. The carpet was matted and, if I looked too close, fuzzy and green.

There was no food in the fridge. There were post-it notes on the fridge. “Remember.” On top of that, “Remember.” On top of that, “REMEMBER.” On top of that, “forget it.” I was thirsty. I grabbed the black water bottle by their bed. Their water tasted funny. I thought to pour myself a new bottle. I emptied the old water into the sink and a glob of slimy mold fell onto the drain. It stared at me as if I had offended it by evicting it from its home. I vomited on top of it. Collecting myself, I cleaned up the mess and poured water into a cracked glass. It got their hands wet as I drank, and they shook with effort as I held it to my lips.

The bathroom mirror was covered in dust and marker. “I am beautiful,” written over and over in worse and worse handwriting until it began to look more like a prayer than a statement. In that mirror, I could just make out a frail corpse of a person, with eyes like pits and teeth like lemons. I smiled. It was horrifying. I felt sorry for them. No one deserved this.

Cleaning the mirror was easy. Their eyes were bloodshot by the time I finished. I was tired. Exhausted. I hadn’t done anything yet, today. But I could barely move. My stomach roared. I was hungry. But there was no food in the house. So I ordered food from an app on their phone. “That’ll teach them to call a suffering man names,” I thought. And when the food arrived, I tore through it like I’d never eaten before in my life. Still I was hungry. And thirsty. So I drank from the cracked glass and decided to wait just a little before having more to eat.

I took a trash bag into the room and filled it. Then another. Then another. At least five trash bags and at least a dozen passes with the broom. This body had more friends than I thought, counting all the critters I found hiding. Some of them were dead. I could relate to their problem.

Still the room was dirty. I recycled all of the cans. Originally, I stomped on each one to make them smaller. I was wheezing by the third stomp. I placed the rest gently in the bin. I took the plates into the kitchen. There were no crumbs on any of them, but there was a mouse hole below the nightstand. I wondered if the body used to have food in the fridge, or if they put the food they ordered on a plate.

Some of the laundry went into the trash. Some pants had mold and some shirts had holes gnawed into them. I wondered if fabric tasted good. The rest of the laundry went into the machine. It was loud, so loud that I felt the body start crying and couldn’t stop it until I plugged its ears. I rushed out of the room like there was a demon in it. A moment ago, there was.

I ordered groceries to put in the fridge, and while it was on the way I cleaned the water bottle. I wasn’t sure I would ever feel comfortable drinking out of it, but the good news was I didn’t have to be. The body did. And I got the sense it would. The fridge had to be wiped down first, but that only dampened the odor coming from it. It was as clean as it was going to get. I put the groceries away. It was mostly easy things. Chicken nuggets, tuna, sandwich meat, sliced cheese. With how much the body was trembling with effort, I doubted it would want to make food. At least, this way, it was easier.

I didn’t know how to restring a guitar. I doubted they had a spare set of strings. So I put the weathered instrument nicely on its stand and hoped that, someday, the body would learn how to fix it. I was sure it sounded beautiful. I remembered how to play it, but didn’t know if I was any good. It had been so long since I tried.

I turned on the bathroom faucet and put my hand under the water till it was a nice temperature. I turned on the showerhead and listened to the water fall like rain. I saw the body in the clean mirror. I hated it. I hated the bones I could see protruding from the skin. I hated the grime I could see built up beneath its arms. I hated the ball of lint I could see in its belly button. I grabbed the body’s tangled hair in distress. I felt it taking hold, wrestling control. It did not want to go in the water. There was something bad about the water. Something bad had happened in the water. Something bad had happened in the body. It needed to run. I needed to run.

Outside the bathroom door, I could still hear the water fall like rain. Through the door, it was peaceful. I’d always liked storms. I knew the body needed to be clean. Maybe, if I thought of the rain and did not look at the mirror, the body would be okay. I closed their eyes and opened the door. I felt the humidity on their cracked skin, and the tile froze their feet with every step. I felt for the wall and found it, felt for the curtain and found it, felt for the water and touched it, and stepped inside. The body loved the rain. The curtain blocked the mirror from view. I opened their eyes.

When I scrubbed shampoo into their hair my hands came away covered in soaking strands. I put it in a pile in the corner so it wouldn’t clog the drain. When I combed conditioner through the ends I came away with just as much. I added it to the pile. A lizard peeked out of the drain at me as if offended I had disturbed its home. It scampered up the wall and watched me as I cleaned the body. It took three washes of soap.

I should have checked the towel on the rack before stepping in the rain, but it slipped my mind. It, of course, was nearly disintegrating with how long it had sat there in damp conditions without being cleaned. Instead, I wrung the water off the body myself and stood humming in the empty shower for five or ten minutes until the body dried a bit. They had a nice voice. I could feel the echo of the music in their chest and it made me feel good.

I put on clothes that smelled less bad than the others and ordered myself another meal. This time, I ordered water as well, so I could drink it out of a styrofoam cup instead of a cracked glass. I devoured the food and the body’s hands shook a bit less. I ate over a plate, so I wouldn’t get crumbs on the floor. I left it on the table when I was done.

I don’t think the bedsheets had ever been washed. I couldn’t bring myself to wash them, though. To wash them meant to go back into the same room as the machine. But I had to put the clothes in the dryer. And there were more clothes to clean. The bedsheets just wouldn’t get washed. If I was still here tomorrow, maybe I would get to it then. For now, I could make the bed. Currently, it was a bundle of blankets in a small corner of a large mattress. There were a dozen stuffed animals on the bed and at least five mechanical pencils that were loose between the blankets. I brushed the crumbs off the fitted sheet and laid the blankets nicely on top. The body wanted to lay down. I knew that if the body laid down, I would have to leave. Who knew when I’d be back? It wasn’t time to go just yet.

I took their phone and opened up messages. They hadn’t texted their mom in a while. Or their dad. Or their siblings. Their family hadn’t texted them, either. Their friends had, though. “Are you doing alright?” “Do you want to come to the party on Saturday?” “I heard about what happened.” “How’s it hanging, man?” “We missed you at the party on Saturday.” “Let me know if there’s anything you need.” I messaged back, “I’m doing alright, thanks.” “Sorry I missed the party.” “I’m doing alright, now.” “Everything’s good with me, how about you?” “Sorry I missed the party.” “I’m doing fine, thanks.”

They got a couple of responses, but I was too nervous to read them. At least their friends knew they still cared. I set their alarm for the next day. It was still early evening, but if I didn’t do it now, I’d forget later.

I ordered food one more time. I didn’t want to waste the food in the fridge. I ate it more slowly this time, and the last bite stared at me for thirty minutes before I got the body to choke it down. I didn’t have the energy to put this plate away, either. Eating three meals in a day might have been too much. Surely the body wouldn’t appreciate the extra weight.

I put a new load of laundry in the machine. This time, I plugged the body’s ears before I pressed the start button and ran out of the room. That was a little bit better. I changed into a pair of dry pajamas that had a softness unlike anything I’d felt in this decaying house. There was one spot, though, that was prickly, a sticky substance that wouldn’t come out all the way still stuck in the plaid of the pants. I lit a couple of the candles on the desk, and the fan began to blow cinnamon and spring into the room. I looked around the room, satisfied with my work. I finished up the laundry, putting it in a pile on the newly vacuumed carpet. I would have folded the clothes, but I could barely keep their eyes open. I put out the candles and crawled into bed. I felt intense relief, as if the body had run a marathon and then done a thousand squats.

I woke up the next morning feeling like I had decorated my coffin. There was no energy. There was no brightness. There was no drive. There was no body. There was only a prison. There was only the water. There was only the monster. I was hungry. There was no food in the house.

Wait.

I bought things to eat.

…I would have to leave my bed to get to them.

I was so tired.

There was no food in the house.

[wellbeingfood]

Food for Thought: Expert Tips for Feeding Hungry Brains

Mealtimes offer a great opportunity to nourish more than our children’s bodies. Sharing a meal is the perfect opportunity to help children learn more about themselves, those around them, and their world. Here are some fun suggestions for nourishing young brains and hearts, as they enjoy their food.

Let’s work together. Shared mealtimes can be daunting for some children, particularly if they come from a small family. Encouraging them to be involved (after they have washed their hands of course) in the preparation fosters independence and teaches self-help skills, while giving a sense of ownership and control.

Children can help arrange the meal area by setting out cutlery, dishes and serviettes on tables, and preparing food ready for serving. Once seated, encourage children to serve themselves and pour a drink. Passing serving dishes around the table fosters sharing and good manners.

Learning eating skills can be messy but rather than seeing it as a mistake, view spills as another opportunity to foster independence and responsibility. Allowing children to touch and play with their food can also help their acceptance of new foods. Keep paper towels, sponges or similar items handy at meal times, so they can help clean up.

After the meal, children can work as a team to help clear away items in a special bucket or the sink, and to wipe down tables. Dividing waste into different bins – for example, compost, recycling and general waste – helps them learn about where food comes from, what happens to rubbish and how to help the planet.

What’s on the menu? Food is a feast for all the senses. As well as learning about different flavours, children learn about colour, texture, smell and sound.

Use specific comments to help children define different foods using descriptive words, which helps expand their vocabulary. For example, the carrot is orange and crunchy; the watermelon is soft, pink and sweet; this long, slippery spaghetti reminds me of a worm.

It can also help children learn about personal preferences. For example: I like to drink my milk warm but my friend likes to drink theirs cold, or I like ham on my sandwiches but my friend likes to eat ham with a fork.

Open-ended questions help children experience their food and express it in their own way. For example: what do you like about your sandwich? Think about how you can extend children’s comments and thus their understanding. For example: That’s right, strawberries are sweet. Can you think of other fruits that are sweet?

Draw children’s attention to texture by talking about needing a knife to cut an apple compared to bending a banana with their hands, the different way a fork spears crisp watermelon compared to a piece of firm meat, or how a spoon is best for both thick, warm soup and cold, creamy yoghurt.

Finger foods are also a great way to teach texture, dexterity and introduce new foods. Smooth cubes of cheese feel different to the soft fuzz of a peach, watermelon is wet and soft compared to a hard, dry carrot, holding a smooth, round wrap feels different to holding a sandwich.

Food helps my body. Meal times are a great time to talk about the different kinds of foods and how they help our bodies, as well as distinguishing between everyday foods and sometimes foods. For example: these crunchy carrots help us see better, or oranges have vitamin C which helps fight colds, or milk and cheese have calcium which keeps our teeth and bones strong.

This can also be a good chance to talk about food allergies and how some foods can make some bodies unwell to foster a sense of inclusion, acceptance of diversity and without pointing out individuals. Talk about the fact that while all foods are safe for most people, others have to be careful about what they eat. For example, eating eggs can make it hard for some people to breathe, or touching nuts gives some people a lumpy, red rash.

At The Wellbeing Food Company, we’re passionate about helping childcare centres, children and families to thrive – no matter what their dietary or cultural food requirements. Our menus are created by Accredited Practising Dietitians alongside an expert team of chefs from diverse cultural backgrounds to balance optimal childhood nutrition with maximum ‘child-approved’ appeal. Allergy-safe meals are individually sealed and labelled to eliminate guesswork and cross-contamination risk. Because every child deserves to eat great food – and providers and parents deserve simple certainty, every day.

For more information about Childcare Food Catering and Daycare Catering Brisbane and visit The  wellbeing food

[eazy-group]

Camping Food List

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Camping Food List

We’re sharing a comprehensive Camping Food List to help take the stress out of meal planning for your next camping trip!  Breakfast, snacks, lunch and dinner, it’s all here.

Over the years we have found a food packing system that works really well for us on our camping trips.  Now we can get packed for our trips pretty quickly.  We have found that if we come prepared with basic ingredients, our meal planning is way less stressful.

Simple and Practical!

It’s not a complicated system at all.  In fact, it’s all about packing staples, then adding fresh goods.  And if we have a few camping trips planned over a short period of time, I will even keep the non-perishable items in separate bins, so they’re all ready to go when we are.

Printable so you can take it with you!

Here is the camping food list that we refer to time and time again.  We don’t bring everything each time we go out camping, instead we just refer to the list to see if there’s anything we might want or may have forgotten.  We hope you will find it useful too!

You can download the checklist here.

Camping Food Menu Ideas:

Now what to do with all that food?  Here are some ideas for your camping meals:

Make wraps for lunches: Roll up sandwich meat, or veggies with cream cheese, or stuff wraps with left over rice or quinoa, veggies and meat for lunch.  Roll up wraps with peanut butter, jam and bananas for breakfast.  Wraps are great to pack for hikes and car traveling!

Use English muffins for egg breakfast sandwiches.

If you pack the right staples you can make homemade buttermilk pancakes.  But honestly, buying a box of mix is the easiest!

For lunch make sandwiches with the tuna, or cream cheese, or sandwich meat.  Peanut butter and jelly is a great lunch staple too!

Used leftover cooked quinoa or noodles to make salads for lunch.  Just mix in some chopped vegetables and cheese, then toss in salad dressing.

Coffee Tip:  We discovered the instant coffee from Starbucks and it’s so delicious.  And SO easy to pack and make.

Keep a stash of easy snacks.  When we’re driving to our camping destination, I like to have a cooler filled for the car ride. I pack it with snacks like cheese strings, yogurts, muffins, granola bars, juice boxes and water.

Make tin foil packet meals, side dishes or desserts:  potato packets, root vegetable packets, potato and sausage packets, dessert crisps.  You can make pretty much anything in a tin foil packet.

One dish dinners are great:  meat and vegetables in one pot cooked over the campfire.  We make a lot of sausage and vegetable skillets.

Bottled water is handy, but wasteful.  We like to bring a large container of water and re-useable water bottles from home and refill as needed.

Seasoning salt is your camping best friend.  You can add it to anything and it makes everything taste delicious!

Pre-made packaged hash browns are so great for camping.  Use them for breakfast or a side dish at dinner.  Just heat them up in a skillet over the campfire or stove.

Also Don’t Miss our Camping Supplies List!

We’ve also put together a camping supplies checklist too!  Everything from kitchen essentials, to the ax,  bear spray and more! Click here to download our Camping Supplies Checklist! All the essentials and more.

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[picklesabroad]

Naxos Update

We are on our last night in Naxos tonight. We have had a fantastic time. I am at last getting over my chest thing, and we have had some magical adventures here. 

In Naxos we have been endeavouring to spend and eat less - cue us getting really into supermarket-ing. So on our first Naxos day we grabbed a snacky lunch - crackers and tomatoes, salami and cheese. We took our goods down to the beach and had a picnic on the sand... in the middle of a sandstorm. We didn't stay out for long and ingested quite a bit of sand, but the beach was beautiful nonetheless and the food was on point. We spent time exploring the town. There is a 13th Century castle in the centre of town that is quite cool. It's not a castle as you would know it - lived in and used still to this day as the Kastro (old town) it's well loved and slowly falling down. We also went out to the Temple of Apollo (530 BC) , which is out on the point near Naxos town.

We went to dinner at To Ellinko. We had a salad with rusks, which is I think old bread, and the best potatoes and veal I have had in my life. The food was FANTASTIC and I was very, very happy. Off we trotted to bed, ready for the next day. 

The next day our main objective was get to the fancy big boy supermarket we had heard of, so, after a little wander around the town we made our way to there, with big cheese cabinets and scrummy food and foreign treats. We took our time wandering each aisle. We took our sandwich ingredients and KFC flavoured ruffles chips back to our accommodation. It was super hot and sunny, so we retreated into the shade of the grapevines on our very own terrace and played Phase 10 for a while. It has been great having a bit of downtime this stay. After the heat of the day had passed, we went back out for some exploring, in particular, we went to the 'bin-inn on crack' which had big barrels of olives, capers, tea levels, spices, oils, soaps - everything you could dream of, all free flow and able to be packaged into your desired amounts. We picked up our car and drove up into the mountains to a place called O Giorgis - where we had a fantastic meal overlooking a valley that was slowly turning pink and gold with the setting sun. QUITE romantic for us three gals.

Dinner was great - a good salad, some fried feta with honey and sesame (YES IT’S AS GOOD AS IT SOUNDS) and some lamb. Then. The most amazing thing happened. In Greece we have found that every time we ask for the bill, we get a little treat delivered alongside the bill (I am going to do a post about little treats soon, so I won’t delve into the tradition too much). However, here we had the little treat to end all little treats. Orange pie (portokalopita). Like a thick slab of cake, dense and porous at the same time, crispy on the bottom, covered in orange syrup, we were in heaven (after a spot of research we discovered it uses filo (phyllo) pastry stirred through the batter instead of flour). HEAVEN. We spoke to Giorgis himself who let us take some orange cake home (!!!!!!), it was one of the best meals of the trip. High on orange pie, we got in the car to head home and took the coastal route back to the Chora, as the sun disappeared into the Aegean Sea. Stunning stunning stunning.

The next morning, Soph and I got up and walked around the city while Stace did her online teaching job. We wandered and wandered, and accidentally stumbled upon a cluster of windy, perfectly Greek little streets. As we mosied our way around, we were both hit with the smell of freshly baked bread. Our little eyes went wide, we looked at each other with a gleam of gluten-filled love, and we sniffed the bakery out. Turned out it was a bakery that has been around for many, many years, and the baker was taking some loaves out of his big pizza oven-esque oven. I asked if we could take some pics and he KNEW what he was doing - I got the most smashing film pic that I am dearly praying worked out. We bought a raisin loaf and a sesame greek bagel thing. I put them in my backpack and I could feel the warmth and smell the smell of fresh baked bread as I was wandering around. Lovely. We did also stumble into another greek bakery on our way back to the accommodation where we bought not one but two filled donuts to add to the carbohydrate backpack. We must have been very dehydrated and disorientated to have accidentally picked up so many treats when we weren't meant to.

We met Stace back at the accommodation, grabbed our gear for the day, and headed for our rental car. We wanted to head out and see the mountain towns, so we wound our way up alongside valleys of olive groves, churches, stone walls and little villages, up into the moonscape of the mountain tops. Slabs of rock, peppered with bushes and pops of pink flowers, with villages in the distance. We had our girly pop songs blaring, the windows down and not a care in the world except the excessive stress that comes with driving on the other side of the road. FREEDOM. We went to three different villages Chalki, Filoti and Apeiranthos, where for we ate a myriad of local cheeses for lunch before deciding to wind our way back down to the coast to find a beach. The trek to this beach was stunning yet again, and despite Google Maps trying to send us down multiple dirt roads we found our first sandy beach of the trip for a lovely dip and then made our way back home. The best day.

We had a mediocre dinner which was a bummer, then a conciliatory crepe, and then full of sugar and happiness went to bed. I laid in bed for a good half an hour listening to Sophie working through her sugar fuelled obsession with the previous night’s orange pie “DID YOU KNOW THEY PUT FILO PASTRY IN IT!” THIS PERSON ON TRIP ADVISOR HAS LEFT A REVIEW FOR O GIORGIS AND HAS ONLY SAID THE ORANGE PIE WAS ‘QUITE PLEASANT’ - NOT GOOD ENOUGH!!!!”. I finally fell asleep with Sophie muttering about orange syrup.