#drinking alcohol effects liver

[paeinovis]

I rbd a post abt it a while ago but it is Truly annoying that every result about mixing xyz thing with abc thing (medication, alcohol, drugs) is just "DON'T NO MATTER WHAT" every time as if that's helpful at all and doesn't diminish how seriously people take that warning when there's something you Actually shouldn't mix. And then the next ten links immediately assume you're an addict like ok or you could give me useful information

[ereh-emanresu-tresni]

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[thejackofalltrades42069]

Chronic alcohol use (its consequences).

I’ll start by defining what chronic alcohol consumption is, then list the negative effects. I won’t get too much into detail in this post to avoid giving confusing information.

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The chronic consumption of alcohol isn’t necessarily being an alcoholic, being an alcoholic is much worse. What consuming alcohol chronically means is drinking about 4 or more drinks a week, it could mean taking 4 drinks 1 day of the week, it could mean taking 1 drink 4 days of the week. Depending on the drink, your weight, if you ate something right before drinking, your genetics, etc, even 2-3 drinks a week could mean chronic drinking, and it has negative consequences.

Ethanol is the alcohol we can drink, it could be defined like a poison we can tolerate, but that will hurt us, it can kill people if they drink enough in one day or overtime.

Many people are used to drink a lot more than 4 drinks a week, the suggestion would be to drink less, whatever the case, it’s only negative results from drinking, and the more you drink, it will be worse. What I’m trying to do personally is to cut down drinking to 2 drinks a week or less, especially after learning all this information that’s unknown to many people and that many times is disregarded.

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Here's the list of some consequences for chronic consumption with a small explanation:

-Dehydration. Alcohol will purge your gut, both liquids and solids will come out faster than they usually do, this will cause dehydration. The best way to recover is to drink electrolytes right after drinking alcohol.

-Headaches. Being hungover means you’ll get a headache for different reasons like dehydration and because your whole body took a beating when drinking alcohol.

-Stress and anxiety increase. Whenever alcohol enters our system, we have a “stress response”, our body releases epinephrine (adrenaline), cortisol, dopamine, etc. The more someone drinks, the more stress responses their body will have. Alcohol also means your sleep will not be as good as it could be, not sleeping well enough means more stress.

-Worse sleep. It’s been long studied and proven that even if you only have 1 drink (especially in the evening or later), your sleep cycle will be interrupted multiple times at night, the brain activity is different when we have alcohol in our system, and that will lead to have a sleep that is not as recovering as it would usually be (even if you feel like you had a more deep sleep, that’s not the case really). Adding to this the stress that drinking creates, more stress also affects sleep.

-Damages to your gut microbiome. Alcohol will kill many bacteria in your gut, good and bad, that worsens the condition of your gut microbiome or gut flora. It will also irritate your gut, it can cause pain and discomfort the next day, it can lead to gastritis or even ulcers overtime.

-Liver damage. Your liver must work harder than usual to convert ethanol into something else you can digest, if you drink enough overtime, you can get a liver disease like cirrhosis. Here take into consideration many anti-inflammatory medicines also make your liver take a beating/ work a lot harder, the consumption of alcohol or the combination of alcohol and some medicines can be very bad for your liver overtime.

-Testosterone decrease, increase in estrogen. This happens with chronic use, some studies suggest you get higher testosterone if you drink a little, but not the case with chronic drinking. These unbalances and decrease in testosterone aren’t good for anyone.

-During pregnancy, it damages the fetus development. This is self-explanatory, don’t drink anything at all if you’re pregnant, it will hurt the development of the body and brain of the baby.

-Becoming more impulsive. Alcohol affects how parts of the brain interact with each other; it specifically makes your frontal lobe thinner (lower density of gray matter in the frontal lobe). The frontal lobe has many functions, such as helping us control our impulses, also tied to movement, speech, etc. The reason many people who drink overtime become more impulsive is because the alcohol is affecting the brain negatively, this together with making the person who drinks chronically stressed overtime, no wonder why people become so angry and impulsive.

-Increased chances of getting cancer. This sounds probably like the worst; our body usually spends a lot of time healing/ repairing different parts of our body, our immune system usually protects us from getting cancer by killing cancer cells. When we drink alcohol, a lot of the repairing stuff going on in our bodies is interrupted, the more someone drinks, the more risk that person will have getting cancer. There’s very clear evidence about this.

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There are some more negative consequences, the list could go on, but I think this is enough for this post. I'd say that any "positive effects" from drinking alcohol that people can come up with are completely crushed by the negative consequences. Anyone can enjoy 1 drink a week or maybe 2, as long as it's not chronic consumption of alcohol.

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Here’s some bibliography:

A few short videos about this:

[taliax-second-dumpster]

Additional note that NSAIDs shouldn't be taken if you have kidney damage (and they can cause kidney damage if used in excess) but other than that this post is pretty comprehensive. But of course you can always check with a pharmacist and read the backs of the bottles

Every time I see another ibuprofen post on this site I'm like STOP

STOP

Stop.

Take that after a meal. Take it with a big glass of water. Don't take it on an empty stomach EVER. Don't take it with alcohol. You will destroy your stomach. You will end up with an ulcer. You will vomit blood. I'm not exaggerating.

Yes, you. Yes, it will happen to cute little you. With your cute little bottle of miracles. Ibuprofen really does that to your body.

Love, an adult person over 35 who can't take NSAIDs anymore

[veil-village]

Why is my AST high and ALT low lol, first blood test in ages and the numbers indicate alcoholic liver disease + a super low BUN score.

And I'm anemic.

At least my chloresterol is fine tho lol.

[lilleluv]

Beer for Diabetes – Can Diabetic Patients Drink Beer?

Beer has long been a staple drink in many cultures, but for those with diabetes, the question of whether they can enjoy a cold brew has been a subject of much debate. If you’re a diabetic, you may be wondering if beer is off limits or if you can have it in moderation. In this article, we’ll explore the relationship between beer and diabetes and help you make an informed decision. First, let’s…

[papil0nglegs]

Hiiii can you do some tf2 x drunk/sleepy reader? I need sniper comfort rn. You write so well, I wish I could devour it.

Roses are red, I’m going to bed 🌘

Tf2 x Sleepy!Reader

A/n: this request is pretty yum, also I CANNOT have 3 day weekends. I literally just ruined my sleep schedule on those three days I’m dead 😵

Warnings: Alcoholism

Divider by Cat Kitsune on Tumblr

Spy

Will not hesitate to force you to wake up or go to bed, he can’t a snoozy hoe on his team

If you have messy bed hair he’s always prepared to brush it. He firmly believes that when coming to work you should look your best.

“Ow! Stop you’re gonna pull it out!!”

“Oh enough whining, you’re fine.”

Proceeds to pull a whole knot you had in that bird nest you call hair

Showing up in your pajama pants? Not on his watch. He’s always bringing a spare of your uniform

“Here, put this on”

“Cmon spy I’m really tired, can I just skip this one?”

“No, you said that last time and ended up sleeping in the middle of battle because you ‘felt too comfortable’.”

He’ll slap you awake, don’t doubt him, he will.

He mostly does it whenever he’s giving out one of his little speeches, he can’t stand it when people don’t listen to him

“If we don’t do this mission right, we might as well kill ourselves now.”

snore

“sigh I’ve had enough of this girl/boy.”

You’d be lurking around the kitchen getting your midnight snack, then he just suddenly pops out of nowhere scaring the shit out of you

Will try to offer you an espresso to wake you up or get you sober but you didn’t enjoy it

Sniper

You sleepy fucks.

Ok but he’s always taking care of you, he doesn’t have much going on in his little world so he’s always able to cut some time to bring you to bed

“Cmon mate, let’s go”

“Nooo, just one more shot”

“There are no more shots, you finished the bloody bottle.”

He tried giving you coffee but you puked in his van because this motherfucker served you BLACK coffee

“I’m so sorry Snipez! I’ll make sure to scrub it clean so that it doesn’t smell”

“No worries lad, it’s on me for draggin’ ya into me van”

Oof, and here you were ready to get the daylights knocked out of you for making his van smell like sour liquor

Of course he forgave you mostly because he loves you, but he also relates to you on the sleepy note

If you guys even sit next to each other then one of you guys are gonna sleep on the others shoulder

You better be a heavy sleeper tho, his snores are LOUDD

If you guys sleep in the base soldier wakes up in the middle of the night, screaming how the enemy team is shooting missiles at the base

However it’s a rare occasion since for the most part he lets you sleep with him in his van

even if it can barely fit him

Whenever you pass out with your head laying on a surface, he’d put his hat on your head because he thinks it’s cute

“Heh, sleep well love.”

Medic

Don’t pass out around him, just don’t

Long story short Demoman passed out in his presence once and stole the Scottish guys liver to test the effects his experiments would have on you and demo since you guys drink a lot

He’s so surprised how you have so much energy on the field and immediately pass out as before you can even change out your uniform

“BRING IT ON YOU BLUEBERRY BITCHES”

You’d pass out in the middle of battle

He offered to do some experiments on you to see how he can give you more energy to stay awake but you declined because, duh.

Once you just took your daily hour long nap and the first think you saw when waking up was a pair of brown eyes staring at you

“Ah, you’re awake. Vell my job here is done.”

“Medic please don’t tell me you did some shit to me.”

“Vat? Nonsense!! I just watched you sleep for a bit.”

“..I think I’d rather have you do the first option”

[ooffmlsorry]

Hold Me Closer

Law x reader

2.4k words, slow burn for a tumblr post i guess??

A/N: Law is such a touch-starved disaster in this god bless him. Don't worry...this is my last drunk post. I don't wanna accidentally promote alcoholism on this good Christian hellsite I just need to write my fav blorbo drunk and in love once and then I'm good.

CW: drinking, drunk behavior

"You know, for as smart as Law is you really can manipulate him into just about anything," Nami says. "He's no better than Luffy, as soon as you tell him he can't do something he has to go and try it."

"Huh?" You're drunk, and by the look of the Straw Hat's navigator significantly more so than her. (What are the Straw Hats' livers made out of? Steel?)

You follow your gaze to your captain, Trafalgar Law, and feel a giddy bubble of laughter make its way through you. "I'm just happy to see him cut loose for once," you say. From the looks of it he might actually be tipsy. Law’s cheeks are flushed a little and he’s talking animatedly about something. The shine in his eyes captivate you. 

Yeah, you're definitely feeling the effects if you're openly giggling at the sight of him.

Despite your last thought you take another sip of your drink. It stopped tasting sweet and sharp a while ago and is starting to taste more and more like I should be next to him.

"He's so beautiful when he's happy," you mutter.

"What?!" Nami presses her hand flush to her chest and turns to look at you. A mischievous grin passes over her tipsy face, "beautiful, huh?" She pokes your side playfully and giggles. "What's that supposed to mean?”

"Nothing!" You flinch away from her and drain your drink to quench your suddenly dry mouth. "You like seeing Luffy happy! It's the same thing!"

She laughs so loud and so hard she nearly falls out of her chair. "Oh yeah! Sure! But have you ever heard me call Luffy beautiful?"

At that exact moment you watch Luffy snort with laughter and shoot beer out of his nose. 

"Point taken.”

“He’s not my type, that’s for sure,” Nami says.

“No, your type is Alabastan princesses,” you tease back. 

“Hey!” Her ears pink a little more. “It’s not…” she stammers. “You know what! You’re getting me my next drink just for that!” She pushes her empty mug towards you. “Chop! Chop, Y/N! I’m thirsty!” 

You roll your eyes. It’s true all the Straw Hats are bossy in one way or another, no wonder they exhaust Law. You grab her mug and yours and head to the bar for another round.

Your eyes move back to where you last saw Law talking with someone, except he wasn’t there anymore. Where did he go? The room’s crowded with people talking and laughing, yelling and singing. Between the alcohol and another raucous round of Binx’s Sake sung across the banquet, it’s hard to focus. Did he leave already? Disappointment washed over you, but you weren’t surprised. That would be your captain, Trafalgar Law, ever restrained. 

You sighed. Hopefully he didn’t go back to the ship to get more work done. You fill up yours and Nami’s cup and start to head back to your seat. 

“You’re drinking poison, you know that Y/N-ya?” 

You nearly jump out of your skin at the hot breath against the shell of your ear. Then, you process what was said to you. Poison? Instinctively you reach for a weapon, and then remember you left it behind. 

“What? Law—” 

Barely have room to turn around, he’s standing so close to you. The flush in cheeks is darker than you realized and his dark eyes have lost some of their sharpness. A mischievous smirk plays upon his lips. “And you tell me I need to lighten up?” You’re not met with the level of seriousness you normally expect from your captain. “This,” he holds his mug up, only nearly sloshing its contents, “is poison. It’s the ethanol. That’s what slows you down, it’s not all that different from slowly poisoning yourself.” He puts the cup up to his lips and tips it back. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, the muscles of his neck visible to you until they disappear into his collar bones. You wish you could run your fingers down the column of his throat and watch goosebumps rise in your wake. If he would even have anyone.

It must be the drinks. That’s the only reason you can think of to explain why you want to place your hand there and feel his skin. To touch him. 

“Neither of us should be drinking this, Y/N-ya,” he says. There’s no sterness in his tone like he would if he was lecturing you, in fact, you realize your captain’s likely joking with you…in his own way. 

“Well, sometimes you have to die a little to live a little.” You wink at him. 

Law’s lips part a little and his eyes widen. “I–You–” He looks away from you and takes another sip. “That’s your justification? Ridiculous.”

“It sure is!” You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as you take a small step closer, deciding to tease him a little. After all, he started it first by sneaking up on you, “what’s yours?”   

Law stares at you—speechless. 

“You’re something else, you know that?” You don’t have time to hide your laughter except behind your hand. “You don’t need to justify yourself, Law. I’m just happy you’re here!” 

Warmth spreads across your captain’s face. It travels up to the tips of his ears which look crimson next to his spotted white hat and down his chest to the heart tattoo that rests there. For a moment you fixate on his skin, the ink swirling across it, the blood pumping underneath, a sign that he’s alive and solid, standing in front of you. Curiosity rears its untameable head, how can you know he’s solid if you’ve never touched him? A missing piece of Law sits in front of you and you want. 

“Just don’t drink too much,” he says quickly and side steps to walk around you. 

You watch him go, shaking your head with a smile. “I would say, hope he does the same, but it’d be funny if he didn’t.” 

“Y/N!!” Nami calls. “Where’s my drink!?”

“Coming!” 

Later…

Oh yeah, you’ve done it now. Somewhere between fruitlessly trying to keep up with Nami, drowning your thoughts of Law, and enjoying the party, you’re certain you’ve overdone it…and you’ve only accomplished the latter. 

“That’s enough or I’m gonna die,” you stand up and your head swims. You use the chair you were sitting in to stablize yourself. 

“Boo!” Shachi says weakly. Although his head is resting on the table, barely awake.

“Yeah, Boo!” Nami repeats.“Who’s gonna watch me drain your crew of all their money?!” 

 You shrug,“Bepo will.”

The first mate of the Heart Pirates was laid out on the floor asleep. 

“Any chance you know where Law is?” 

“Last I saw him, he went outside,” Penguin says. He grins and laughs a little before slipping out of his chair with a thud.

Safe to say the Heart Pirates were a crew of light weights. 

You stumble toward the door that leads out to the balcony. Outside the night air is cold enough to send a shiver through you, but Penguin didn’t send you out there for nothing. Law is sitting with his legs between the balcony bars, his head leaning on another. In the light of paper lanterns you saw his hand moving in quick small movements. Next to him sat an empty bottle of umeshu.

“Either you’re jacking off out here or you’re working. Only one of those things would be disappointing to me,” you say. In the back of your mind you know you’d never say something like that out loud but alcohol makes your lips loose. 

The sound Law makes is less than controlled as he jerks a book shut and sits on it. “NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN!”  

You start laughing and fall down next to him unceremoniously, nearly landing flat on your back. “I’m sorry, captain! I couldn’t–I couldn’t help myself!” you howl with laughter. “Please! I didn’t–the joke was just right there!” 

You hear Law grumble-slur something, but he’s either too drunk or too tired to get up and leave you because he stays where he is. 

“I mean it,” you say, catching your breath. “I am sorry. I just came out here to tell you I think the party’s dying down. You can come inside if you want to. It’s only supposed to get colder tonight.” 

“I will when I’m ready,” Law slurs. 

“As always,” you sigh heavily. “I’ve learned to stop expecting you to do something just because I think it’s a good idea

That wins you a brief smile from your captain, a rarity, surely brought out of him by the drink alone. “You…you can stay,” he says quietly. “If you’d like to. I don’t care either way. Really, I don’t. ” 

Normally, you’d at least begin to believe him, but you know your captain…and he’s already draped half of his long blue coat around you. The scent cologne and antiseptic envelope you. 

“You probably should’ve said that before you put your coat around me, Law.” 

He tenses for a moment. The brim of his hat hides his eyes. “Forgive me, Y/N-ya I’m being ridiculous,” he mumbles.

So shy! 

“I was going to stay anyway,” you say, before he can pull away. “And thank you, I’m probably chillier than I know.” 

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while connected only by this moment and Law’s coat draped over both of you. You can feel the warmth radiating from his arm, his side, his thigh, all nearly touching you. 

“Did you have a good time?” 

“As long as I don’t remember any of this tomorrow, you can tell me I did.” 

“Good!” You chirp. “I’ll take it!” 

Law picks up the bottle and takes a long pull. “Did you?” 

“Yup! It’s the first party I’ve been to in a long time. Actually, I haven’t been to any, but that’s another story from before…well, everything.” 

Law snorts, but he doesn’t turn back to leaning his head on the guard bars, instead he stares at you with an expression close to contentment. “Good,” he says. 

Your faces stay a few inches from each other. There’s an eyelash resting on his cheek, just out of your reach and before you can think you gently cup your captain’s face and swipe the eyelash away. 

In an instant he’s solid. Smooth skin and bone rest just below your fingertips. And somehow, despite the sharp angles of Law’s face all you feel is softness and warmth against your skin. To your surprise he doesn’t move away. 

“I’m sorry, you just had an eyelash…” You go to pull your hand back and Law catches your wrist in a grip that’s nearly too tight.

His eyes flutter as he rests his face in your hand. “It feels so nice,” he says. He doesn’t stop you when you slide your fingers up his sideburns into the silky spikes of his hair. You remove his hat and place it beside him. 

Contact between you and Law has been minimal, even after you explained your devil fruit only works on inanimate objects. You think he’s been especially cautious around you not to touch you–even if by accident. Touch doesn’t come easy to you, unconsciously building a wall between yourself and others, with Law being the same that wall felt doubly thick. Only to come crashing down over drinks and an errant eyelash. Touching Law plugs a hole dug out of both want and curiosity that you’ve been ignoring.

Law leans into you as if being pulled down by magnetism until he’s almost on top of you. Your thumb settles behind his ear along the nape of his neck and rubs back and forth slowly. 

You look down at him, his eyes shut and lips barely parted. If it weren’t for the fingers working up the back of your shirt, you’d think he was asleep. Law’s hand stops at the small of your back, resting there like a warm patch. It feels so utterly right having the captain of the Heart Pirates in your arms, as if holding Law was one of the many things they were made for. 

Honesty takes over you. “I think I like being close to you, Law. It feels…warm…good,” you speak softly. If you could be like this all the time you wouldn’t complain. You receive a throaty rumble in response, not unlike a purring animal. “You must be drunk,” you chuckle.

“Extremely.” 

You’re not sure if you feel like you’re spinning from all the alcohol or because of this moment with Law. Eventually you begin to hum softly, and sleep begins to take hold of you. 

“Y/N-ya,” you hear Law say groggily. 

You hum a sound in response to show you’re still awake to listen to him. Law’s arms tighten around you and you understand instantly what he won’t let himself say. Against both your better judgment you drift off to sleep together on the balcony.  

The Next Morning…

Law awakens to dawn’s blinding sun and a pounding headache. His mouth feels cottony and his stomach roils in a way that doesn’t immediately threaten vomit but could. The second thing he takes in is that he’s outside; he never made it to his bed or any bed for that matter. And third, you. 

You’re still asleep, your chin nearly touching your chest and soft snore escaping you with every exhale. You don’t stir as he pulls himself away from you. The realization that he slept on you rocks through him. The sun’s barely risen and his heart’s already racing.

What did I do? 

He rubs at his eyes and scrubs a hand through his hair. Where’s my hat? He quickly finds it and pulls the brim down low enough to block the sun. 

Law takes off his jacket and covers you with it, only when he’s wrapped it around your shoulders do you grumble and smack your lips sleepily. “Don’t worry, Law. All’s good, had fun,” you mumble. 

He freezes. Out of everything he thought you would say, reassuring him didn’t cross his mind. 

Your eyes crack open just enough to look at his stunned face. “Yesterday’s already forgotten.” Loose limbed, you make a sealed lips gesture as if to say your secret's safe with me. 

Law stands and grabs his journal. He takes one more glance at you and feels butterflies flutter from his stomach up to his chest. That's the second time he's felt safe around you, he notes. It's information he chooses to ignore.

[santobambis]

ALCOHOL-FREE — G. Satoru

blurb — i'm alcohol free but you make me drunk. in which satoru just can't get enough of you, and it makes you both heady.

pairing — gojo satoru x afab!reader

warnings — gojo is sort of his own warning, oral (fem), making out, established relationship, pwp, reader doesn't drink alcohol for the sake of this story (look after your livers everyone!). reader is referred to as 'my girl'

word count — 1.5k!

note — because twice's comeback got announced. also this is my first smut piece, please be kind <3

The room was thick with the scent of sweet cedar, the low light casting a warm glow that danced over the two of you. Gojo's large hands cradled your face, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones as his lips pressed against yours, slow, intoxicating and so maddening. Each kiss of his deepened, such heat and urgency as he drew you closer until there was no space left between your bodies.

'God, you’re so tempting,' he murmured against your mouth, his skin hot against your hands. The way he looked at you — the jewel-tone of his eyes almost smouldering — made your heart race, igniting a fire deep within that had you shifting your legs uncomfortably.

You giggled softly, feeling bold and reckless, 'And you’re not helping, 'Toru.'

His lips curled into a smirk, and he captured your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging it gently before releasing it, and you taste sweet flecks on his tongue. 'Maybe I want to get you drunk on me,' he teased, his voice low, deeper as it would get when he was wanting.

You tried to snicker, in some attempt to pretend that his words had less of the effect he so desired, and were more humorous, but the dampness between your legs spoke volumes otherwise.

'Alcohol-free, remember? Some of us didn't stumble out of a bar, singing sea-shanties last week, entirely off our rockers,' you shot back, though your voice tremoured, such easy betrayal from your own body.

'And here I was thinking that Nanami was going to keep that part a secret,' Gojo grumbled, but he tangled his fingers over the nape of your neck, 'but I can still make you feel high,' Gojo challenged, his hands trailing down your sides, warm fingers skimming over your waist until they found the hem of your shirt.

With a swift motion, he lifted it, exposing your skin to the cool air, and you gasped as the chill autumn night hit your bare flesh.

You gasped, but he silenced you with another deep kiss, his tongue sliding against yours, coaxing you to open up. You melted into him, your hands tangling in his white hair, pulling him closer as you lost yourself in the taste of him — rich, sweet, and utterly addictive.

As the kiss deepened, his hands roamed further, fingers brushing against the creamy lace of your panties, teasingly close yet maddeningly far away. You could feel the heat building, desperation creeping in as he continued to explore, his touch igniting every nerve ending in your body.

'Let me,' he whispered, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down your neck. His breath was hot against your skin, and you felt your resolve melting away.

'Please, oh, Satoru!' you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper, as his teeth snuck into the soft skin over your collarbones.

With a primal growl, he swept you off your feet, carrying you to the plush couch, where he laid you down gently. Gojo knelt before you, his gaze locked onto yours, a wicked grin spreading across his face. 'You don’t know what you’re asking for.'

'Then show me,' you challenged, your heart racing with anticipation.

Gojo's slender fingers slid beneath the waistband of your panties, teasingly slow. 'You’re gonna regret this,' he said, but the rough heat in his voice told you he wanted it just as much.

As he pulled your panties down, he leaned in, his hot breath sending waves of pleasure coursing through you, even though he had barely touched you.

'You’re so beautiful, my love,' he murmured, his tongue flicking out to taste you before he dove in, his mouth enveloping you with an eagerness that made your entire body tremble.

You responded with a soft whimper, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer to the apex of your thighs.

'More,' you urged, your voice barely above a whisper. 'Please, 'Toru.' You could barely gasp out his name.

With a sly smirk, your lover pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, the cerulean of his gaze darkened. 'More, huh? You really think you can handle it? My girl's getting brave now?'

His fingers brushing against your slick folds. 'So wet for me already,' he murmured, his breath warm against your skin and it left you shaking.

With that, Gojo leaned in, his mouth finally connecting with you, once more. The warmth of his tongue sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, and you gasped, arching your back as he expertly licked and sucked, drawing soft moans from your lips.

'Just like that,' you encouraged, your fingers clawing at the fabric around you. Every flick of his tongue sent you higher, the world around you fading until it was just the two of you, lost in this intoxicating moment.

Gojo's hands gripped your thighs, holding you open as he devoured you, his eyes locked onto yours, watching the pleasure bloom on your face. 'You really do get me drunk,' he murmured between licks, and the way he said it made you smile through the haze of lust.

His mouth was a relentless wave, each flick of his tongue sending jolts of pleasure coursing through you. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his breath hitched every time he tasted you deeper, the way that your glittering slick coating the lower half of his face.

'Ah, Satoru!,' you gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair, urging him closer, and closer.

'Just like that,' he encouraged, his voice a low growl that vibrated against your sensitive skin, and puffy cunt. He pulled back just enough to catch your gaze, a wicked grin spreading across his face, 'Tell me how good it feels.”

Your response was a breathless whimper, the words lodged in your throat as his mouth resumed its delicious torment. Every stroke of his tongue felt like a shot of pure ecstasy, intoxicating and heady. 'I —oh my god, 'Toru!,' you managed, your back arching instinctively, desperate for more.

He chuckled into your dripping core, a dark, sultry sound that sent another wave of heat pooling in your abdomen, ready to snap and release. Gojo's hands tightened around your thighs, fingers digging into your soft skin as he feasted on you, showing no signs of slowing down.

You felt the familiar pressure building, coiling tight within you, and you instinctively lifted your hips to meet his mouth. 'I’m so close,' you breathed, your voice trembling with urgency.

'Good,' he lowly purred, his eyes glinting with mischief. 'I want to make you come apart for me.'

With that, he focused on your most sensitive spot, his tongue swirling around your swollen bud in a rhythm that drove you absolutely nuts.

The world around you faded, leaving only the sensations he was igniting within you. You were floating, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, every lick and kiss pulling you deeper into bliss.

'Satoru, please,' you begged, the words spilling from your lips like a prayer, urging him on.

'Please what?' he teased, pulling back just enough to let you catch your breath, his lips glistening with your gloss.

'Don’t stop. I need…I need to feel you.'

He smirked, a devilish glint in his eye, before diving back in with renewed fervor. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the way he savored every moment, every taste. His determination only heightened your arousal, pushing you closer to the edge.

“C’mon, let go for me,” he murmured, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves straight to your core. You could barely form words, the pressure tightening with each flick of his tongue. “That’s it, just let it happen.”

With a final, exquisite stroke, the coil snapped, and pleasure surged through you, washing over you like a tidal wave. You gasped, your body trembling as you surrendered to the overwhelming bliss, your fingers clutching at him as the world exploded in colour, in shades of shimmering white snow and vibrant blues that painted the sky.

Gojo didn’t stop; he continued to lick and tease through your climax, drawing out every last shred of pleasure. You whimpered, caught between the ecstasy and the sensitivity, the sensation almost too much to bear.

As your lover finally drew back, his breath mingling with yours, you could see the satisfaction etched across his handsome features. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, the remnants of your shared pleasure glistening on his skin, and you couldn't help but wrinkle your nose. 'You’re addictive, you know that?' he said, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, amused at your expression. You weakly chuckled, still riding the waves of bliss that washed over you, feeling both exhilarated and utterly spent.

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, savouring the closeness. 'Maybe I should keep you around, then,' you teased, your fingertips tracing the contours of his jaw.

Gojo's eyes sparkled with mischief as he pulled you in closer, his warmth enveloping you like a soft blanket. 'Only if you promise to keep getting me drunk.'

[mariacallous]

A little bit of alcohol was once thought to be good for you. However, as scientific research advances, we’re gaining a clearer picture of alcohol’s effect on health—especially regarding cancer.

The complex relationship between alcohol and cancer was recently highlighted in a new report from the American Association for Cancer Research. The report’s findings are eye-opening.

The authors of the report estimate that 40 percent of all cancer cases are associated with “modifiable risk factors”—in other words, things we can change ourselves. Alcohol consumption being prominent among them.

Six types of cancer are linked to alcohol consumption: head and neck cancers, esophageal cancer, liver cancer, breast cancer, colorectal cancer, and stomach cancer.

The statistics are sobering. In 2019, more than one in 20 cancer diagnoses in the West were attributed to alcohol consumption, and this is increasing with time. This figure challenges the widespread perception of alcohol as a harmless social lubricant and builds on several well-conducted studies linking alcohol consumption to cancer risk.

But this isn’t just about the present—it’s also about the future. The report highlights a concerning trend: rising rates of certain cancers among younger adults. It’s a plot twist that researchers like me are still trying to understand, but alcohol consumption is emerging as a potential frontrunner in the list of causes.

Of particular concern is the rising incidence of early-onset colorectal cancer among adults under 50. The report notes a 1.9 percent annual increase between 2011 and 2019.

While the exact causes of this trend are still being investigated, research consistently shows a link between frequent and regular drinking in early and mid-adulthood and a higher risk of colon and rectal cancers later in life. But it’s also important to realize this story isn’t a tragedy.

It’s more of a cautionary tale with the potential for a hopeful ending. Unlike many risk factors for cancer, alcohol consumption is one we can control. Reducing or eliminating alcohol intake can lower the risk, offering a form of empowerment in the face of an often unpredictable disease.

The relationship between alcohol and cancer risk generally follows a dose-response pattern, meaning simply that higher levels of consumption are associated with greater risk. Even light to moderate drinking has been linked to increased risk for some cancers, particularly breast cancer.

Yet it’s crucial to remember that while alcohol increases cancer risk, it doesn’t mean everyone who drinks will develop cancer. Many factors contribute to cancer development.

Damages DNA

The story doesn’t end with these numbers. It extends to the very cells of our bodies, where alcohol’s journey begins. When we drink, our bodies break down alcohol into acetaldehyde, a substance that can damage our DNA, the blueprint of our cells. This means that alcohol can potentially rewrite our DNA and create changes called mutations, which in turn can cause cancer.

The tale grows more complex when we consider the various ways alcohol interacts with our bodies. It can impair nutrient and vitamin absorption, alter hormone levels, and even make it easier for harmful chemicals to penetrate cells in the mouth and throat. It can affect the bacteria in our guts, the so-called microbiome, that we live with and is important for our health and well-being.

Alcohol consumption is also linked to other aspects of our own health and lifestyle and it’s important not just to consider this alone. Tobacco use and smoking, for instance, can significantly amplify the cancer risks associated with alcohol. Genetic factors play a role too, with certain variations affecting how our bodies metabolize (break down) alcohol.

Physical inactivity and obesity, often associated with heavy drinking, also separately increase cancer risks but on top of alcohol makes this much worse. Despite this, misconceptions persist. The type of alcoholic beverage, be it beer, wine, or spirits, doesn’t significantly alter the cancer risk. It’s the ethanol (the chemical name for alcohol) itself that’s carcinogenic (cancer-causing).

And while some studies have suggested that red wine might have protective effects against certain diseases, there’s no clear evidence that it helps prevent cancer.

The potential risks of alcohol consumption probably outweigh any potential benefits. The takeaway is not that we should never enjoy a glass of wine or a beer with friends. Rather, it’s about being aware of the potential risks and making choices that align with our health goals. It’s about moderation, mindfulness, and informed decisionmaking.

Alcohol has lots of effects not just in terms of causing cancer. A recent large study of more than 135,000 older drinkers in the UK has shown that the more people drink, the higher the risk of death from any cause.

These and similar findings underscore the importance of public awareness and education about the potential risks associated with alcohol consumption. As our understanding of the alcohol-cancer link grows, it becomes increasingly clear that what many consider a harmless indulgence may have more significant health implications than previously thought.

Unfortunately, not many people appear to be aware of these risks. In the US, around half of people don’t know that alcohol increases the risk of cancer. Clearly, a lot of work needs to be done to overcome this lack of awareness.

[mangoku]

I’m not allergic but a secret forth thing!

[alittlebitofloveliness]

I feel like not enough people know or understand that blacking out drinking meets the criteria of a mild brain injury. Or that withdrawal from long term heavy alcohol use is actually more dangerous than withdrawal from long term heavy heroin use. Two-bit Mathews may be a jokester but he's actually such a tragic character in that his alocholism truly does control him, and it's clear from even Ponyboy's narration that he doesn't know or care the extent to which it is affecting his life. Like. He isn't my favourite character but I wish his addiction issues were explored a bit more, both as a parallel to Ponyboy's own issues with substance abuse, but also because they're too often brushed off or made out to kind of be not a big deal, but alcoholism and the long term effects of alcohol use go beyond just liver problems and Two-bit is a character who is very clearly set up in a way that it isn't hard to imagine how the rest of his life would go given his problems with alcohol. i'm having a hard time saying this how I want to, but yeah.

[impval]

i wanna ruin our friendship

Queen Maeve x fem! healer reader

Blood, bones, organs, all of that. You could cut through a body without a second thought, and you do, because it was the only way to heal. Vought loves to market you as the shy healer who gets easily flustered, but behind closed doors, there is nothing shy about you.

You and Maeve had known each other for years. Ever since she had first been assigned to The Seven, you had been the one to tend to her injuries after missions. Her usual cynical humour mixed with your own just perfectly.

Healers is nice and humble? No. You'd confront idiots even if they were Supers. There were times when Maeve had to physically stop you from arguing with someone - a Supe, a human, even another member of the Seven. You were so brave, it almost made her jealous.

It's surprising, how caring Maeve can be.

She tries so hard to make you take care of yourself - bringing you healthy food, asking you to go to sleep, arguing with you because of your constant caffeine intake. Deep down, Maeve is the softest person you've ever met. She just doesn't show it to anyone else.

She was your friend. Your best friend.

The soft hum of conversations and light laughter filled the room, mixing with the sound of the musicians playing in the corner.

It was a typical Vought party, flashy and over the top, but also strangely artificial in a way. Everyone was dressed to impress, the elite of society all gathering together under the guise of celebrating some meaningless event.

It was a strange situation - here you were, a healer, someone who devoted whole life to saving and helping... drinking whiskey and surrounded by a egotistical assholes who didn't look twice at the collateral damage. The party was loud and obnoxious, and the two of you did best to stay out of it, hiding away in a secluded corner.

Maeve downs another mouthful, wiping a alcohol from her lips with her sleeve. She glances sideways at you, raising a hand to wave at a bartender. Maeve's mouth quirks a half-smile. "You know, you probably know more about everyone's bodies here than I do."

Maeve had a reputation: she'd sleep with pretty much anyone and discard them just as quickly.

She watches with an amused smile as you take the glass and throw it back like it was nothing. "Gross." you give her a smirk. "Even Starlight?"

You'd always like to tease her about the 'mentor and student' thing that she had with Starlight. Hell, you even joked about her motherly instincts kicking in. And you loved to read the fan fiction that the shippers made, laughing at just how close it got to reality sometimes.

The other Supers avoided the medical wing like the plague, but for Maeve it was like a second home, somewhere she could relax, and just be herself. Most of the time, she'd just lounge around, watching you work - sometimes helping you if you needed an extra pair of hands or support.

"Please stop reading that stuff. It's ridiculous." she'd mutters, shaking her head.

"Hey, hey, this is mercy compared to what I could tease you about," you'd joke, gesturing with your hands. "There's some crazy stuff on here about you and Starlight, you know."

Maeve saw how precise your hands were. How soft and careful they were. She thought about how, if you touched her - really touched her - what it would feel like. She'd spend hours in the medical room simply watching you work. Seeing the way you poured yourself into your work and she knew that your hands only ever gave. But all her touch ever did was take.

But Maeve soon diverts her attention back to the glass in her hand, taking a long, desperate swig of whiskey.

"All better than Homelander."

Well, fair.

The alcohol is beginning to have a noticeable effect on her; her eyes are a softer shade, her movements are a little more carefree, her tongue is a little looser.

When the bartender moves to pour her another drink, you shake your head. "I don't even want to look at your liver. And I definetly don't want to treat it either."

It was always a strange sensation to hear you use that commanding voice. You looked so soft and harmless, it was easy to forget how much power you actually had.

Maeve sighs, putting down her empty glass and watching as the bartender walks away. A part of her is tempted to reach out for the bottle and pour herself another, but she resists the urge. You're right, of course. You've seen the condition of her liver during check ups. You heal her all the time.

"Are you going to force me to be sober all night now then?" Maeve took out a cigarettes, lighting it with a practiced motion. It was almost hypnotic the way she smoked - a small moment of art in the midst of the conversation.

"I just don't want you to whine about Elena all night. Again." You didn't want to discuss Elena at all. If you had a masochistic side, you'd have joined the closed parties for Supes.

For fuck sake, you'd had your fair share of dealing with all kinds of injuries.

Maeve blew smoke right in your face, bitch. "I don't do it that often, don't be dramatic."

But the look on your face clearly indicates the bullshit you think that is. And she knows it. "Okay, okay, maybe I do it a little bit often. But it's just..." she sighed heavily.

Maeve's mind drifts to Elena, and how that relationship ended. Homelander's interference, her own emotional baggage. It was a painful memory.

Well, you could understand where Elena was coming from - Maeve was complex, guarded, and could be so fucking hard to reach at times. But a small, petty part of you couldn't help but think to yourself -

I could have treated Maeve better

"You know, maybe you should just try dating someone else." you posed the question half-jokingly, pretending as if it wasn't a big deal to you. Just a friendly teasing.

The music in the background playing a familiar tune that you recognized from TikTok.

You never made any moves, though. How could you? Maeve was built like a Greek statue. And let's not even talk about your athletic abilities. The last time you played sports was back in high school, and you spent most of your time on the bench because of your asthma. So, she was out of your league.

"Oh, yeah, like it's fucking easy," Maeve mutters, rolling her eyes. "And who, exactly, do you suggest I date then? You got any suggestions, matchmaker?"

Your's smirk only grows, oh, its so fun to tease Maeve. "What about Starlight?"

Maeve rolls her eyes once again, her expression a mix of annoyance and amusement.

"Starlight? You read way too much fanfics. She's more like a little sister to me." she says, shaking her head. "Besides, Homelander would throw a fit if I even suggested that."

Gods, day when this fucker die will be the best day in your life. Bonus, if you see it yourself. "Exactly. Just imagine look at his face!"

You can't help but grin as you picture Homelander's face in your mind - that twisted, angry look he gets whenever something doesn't go his way. It's almost satisfying to imagine, to see that childish look as he throws a tantrum like a manchild he is.

"Okay, maybe it's a little satisfying to imagine." Maeve smirks, extinguishing her cigarette in the ashtray. It's a familiar sight - that smile, the way she looks at you.

And as usual, it makes your heart flutter just a little bit faster.

It was fun to imagine, a little rebellious fantasy between the two of you. But it was just that - a fantasy. Maeve knew that she could never truly do something so reckless and put Starlight's life at risk like that.

She sighs, shaking her head. "Besides, I don't think Starlight would be interested anyway. She's too young for me and straight," she says, jokingly.

What a shame. You lean closer, all soft and playful. "Oh, so you thought about it. Did fanfics set you on the right path?"

Maeve opens her mouth to protest, but shuts it again, knowing that she's been caught. "Once," she says, her tone defensive. "I read it once."

She would never admit it, but Maeve's late nights were spent scrolling through her phone as she read countless fanfics about her and you. The ones that portrayed it like it was a cliché romance movie, where everything was perfect. She would berate herself afterwards, scolding herself and calling herself pathetic for even thinking such things. But Maeve found herself doing it again and again.

You throw your head back and laugh, and Maeve can't help but stare at you. She loves the sound of your voice, the way you laugh so freely and unashamedly. It's a beautiful sight.

Maeve knows that she can't have it all. She's too broken for that. Too damaged. Too much.

Homelander's presence is a constant reminder of that.

So she'll have to settle for these small, quiet moments. The evenings she spent in the medical wing, the conversations at the bar, the brief moments of warmth and laughter.

It's not enough, but it's all she thinks she deserves.

"Having a good time, lovebirds?"

Oh, for fuck sake, just die already..

Maeve stiffens at the sound of Homelander’s voice behind her, her eyes narrowing as he approaches with a fake smile plastered on his face.

Homelander can see the way that the both of you stiffen - both of you, but especially you, and he smirks at the reaction. It's a familiar one, and it never ceases to amuse him, but you? You're a little different.

He looks you up and down, tilting his head to one side as if he's examining you. "Hey, I've wanted to talk to you for ages now," he says, leaning against the bar on your right. "You're the healer, right?"

Maeve glances at you out of the corner of her eyes, watching your expression sour at the sound of his voice. She sympathises - she's seen you patch up his collateral damage up close and personal more than once. And she knows how much that psycho pisses you off.

A part of her would pay good money to see your reaction if Homelander ever showed up in your medical wing, begging for healing.

Yeah, right. Like that would ever happen. But if it does, you gladly let him die.

"You could have talked to me sooner if you had come to the medical wing at least once." you remain calm and composed. Cold, even.

That seems to take him off guard - not that he shows it - but you can tell by the way his eyes narrow that he wasn't expecting that response. "I don't need to go there," he says, leaning forward. "I'm invincible, remember? Nothing can hurt me."

But before you can open your mouth, the smug bastard interrupts you. "I've noticed that you two spend a lot of time together. Is there someone you're hiding from us, Maeve? A little girlfriend, maybe?"

Your eyes meet Maeve's for a brief moment, the look in them clear: don't rise to the bait.

Homelander's smirk only grows when he sees you look at each other, but Maeve's jaw tightens. She knows he's trying to get a reaction out of her, and it's taking all her willpower not to give it to him.

"So?" she replies, her tone nonchalant. "We're coworkers. We're allowed to be friends."

Homelander looks between the two of you once again, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. He's caught onto the fact that the two of you spend a lot of time together, and he wants to know why.

"A coworkers?" he repeats, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're telling me… that there's nothing going on between the two of you?"

"Are you a shipper or something?" you bare your teath at smile.

The music changes, transitioning to a more romantic tune that's more fitting for couples. Couples that are twirling and fucking dancing.

Homelander made sure that Maeve remained alone. A supe as strong as her? The Queen Maeve? There was no way he'd allow her to be with someone he wasn't in complete control of. You hated him.

"I just want what's best for her," a sickly-sweet smile on his face, but eyes narrow again as he sees your lips twitch.

He has no clue that you're scaning him with your power right now. You get a glimpse of his internal structure, noticing how he's built entirely differently from regular humans, even from others Supes. His organs. His muscles. He's been built to be as durable as possible. And then you notice...

Enlarged prostate. Not fatal, sadly, but still, someone gets old? You struggle to hold your amused smirk in check as you see it, a small little imperfection in his perfect form.

You weren't afraid of Homelander. Fuck, you wouldn't bat an eye at facing him. The only reason why you hadn't really seen him in all this time was because Maeve had begged you to stay away. She knew better than anyone that your sharp tongue would get you killed, and so you'd remained out of the way.

But now Maeve can see the look on your face, she's witnessed it many times before. She knows you're on the verge of saying something you probably shouldn't, something snarky, and stupid.

Homelander opens his mouth again to speak, but Maeve beats him to it.

"May I have this dance?"

The music is loud, and the whole room is watching as Maeve holds her hand out to you, asking you a question that you never thought she'd ask.

Everything stops.

Your eyes widen in shock - the Queen Maeve, wanting to dance? It's rare enough to see her interacting with someone else outside her little group, but dancing? With you, of all people?

She looks so bold, so confident that, for a moment, you find yourself frozen. Even her hand trembles, giving away her anxiety, but she keeps her hand extended in invitation to you.

Homelander looks dumbfounded, his arrogant smirk faltering as Maeve stands up. He wasn't expecting that response; he'd thought she'd been drinking too much, or that she'd simply roll her eyes and tell him to get lost.

But she didn't.

Even Maeve is surprised by her own boldness. She's always been impulsive and spontaneous, especially when it comes to you, but dancing? At a Vought party, right in front of Homelander, no less?

For once, you're stunned into silence. You were used to danger - you'd healed people in life-or-death situations, you'd argued with Supers who could kill you in an instant. And you find that you can't do anything but nod, your mouth suddenly dry as you reach out to accept her hand.

She can feel your heart racing in your chest, the beat matching the thump, thump, thump of her own. But none of that is as important as the look in your eyes - and the effect it's having on you.

What Maeve's just done is a big deal. She never wanted to appear too close to you in public. Sitting together at the bar, or in the hospital wing was one thing, but this was entirely different.

Maeve puts her hand around your waist and leads you gently onto the dance floor, the music filling the room and blocking out the noise of the crowd, leaving the two of you in your own private little sphere.

"You always say I'm the reckless fool," you point out, a nervous smirk tugging at your lips. "Have you looked in a mirror lately?"

You know what her body looks like, every inch of it. You've seen scars, old and new, and all her muscles and every bit of skin. So this shouldn't be something special.

But it is.

Despite how calm she tries to look, you know Maeve well enough to see curses going through her mind, but your friend is too damn stubborn to give in now. So she just glares at you, the hint of a frown on her lips, as the two of you start dancing.

The lighting is dim enough to give the room a hazy, romantic feel. There's a faint scent of alcohol on Maeve's breath and her armor feels cool against your skin as she grips your hips, pressing you up against her. You force yourself to look into her eyes as she stares back at you.

"I didn't know you could dance" It's as if all of your usual walls and boundaries have gone. She doesn't think she's ever seen you look so flustered. So exposed.

The look in your eyes was almost too much for Maeve. They were filled with a mixture of emotions, but most of all, there was a look of deep, painful longing. She hadn't allowed herself to think of this before, not with you. You were her friend, the one part of her life that wasn't touched by pain.

With your eyes fixed on hers, Maeve pulls you closer into her arms, moving your hips along to the music. Your faces are almost touching, if she moved just slightly, she'd be able to kiss you.

No one has ever touched you like that. Not just in a romantic sense, but with such tenderness and care, as if you were the most precious thing in the world. You've caught Maeve looking at you before, and you've seen the looks she's given you - but you always dismissed it, thinking that it was just a friend thing.

Maybe it's the circumstances. So much is going wrong that she's tired, so tired -

And you're there. You always have been.

"There's a lot you don't know about me," Maeve says in response, her voice almost a murmur, her breath fanning over your skin.

This isn't her being friendly. Or a joke. Or a laugh.

No... this is Maeve being brave - being braver than she's ever been.

"Sounds like a challenge." such a cliché, friends to lovers.

But she wants to touch and hold and kiss you. Maeve can't believe she's thinking these things right now, here of all places.

She imagines what the feel of your lips against hers would be like- what your skin would feel like against her scarred, calloused hands. She imagines the way she'd kiss your neck, your shoulder, your-

No. These thoughts needs to stop. Before they go too far, before they get dangerous. Homelander's presence reminds her: she cares for you, a lot. But is it worth it if she can lose you? Lose her little safe bubble?

Everyone is terrified of Homelander, including her, but here you were, looking into her eyes with an expression of adoration. But here you are - not scared and dancing with her like there's no one else on the world but the two of you.

Being a healer meant witnessing everything. Every act of horror, every wrong thing supers do - it's all there for you to see, no matter how much you wish you could erase it. There was never a trace of fear in you, no matter who you were standing up to.

Maeve hadn't allowed herself to have any deep connections because she was afraid of heartbreak, of grief, but there was a voice in the back of her head, repeating over and over: Don't be a coward. Be brave.

The song comes to an end, but neither of you move to pull away from one another. You're still pressed up against Maeve, your chest almost flat against hers. She's staring down at you, her eyes searching yours as she tries to figure out what you're feeling.

There's no going back now - not with cameras flashing, people whispering - is this Ashley swears at background? - and your heart beating so hard, it feels as if it's in your throat. But even if Maeve decided to laugh this off, to turn it into a joke (girls being pals, right?), the Internet would still explode with photos of this dance between the two of you.

And this... this actually helped her to be braver than she's ever been before.

With your heart hammering so violently in your chest, you barely register the words she whispers in your ear, but the meaning isn't lost on you.

She doesn't want to be a coward. Doesn't want to be terrified of Homelander.

If you agree, that is. With her. With this.

And god, you want this. You've fantasised this scene a thousand times; Maeve confessing her feelings, telling you that she wants to be more than friends, but it's real now.

Everything else - the noise of the party, the cameras, Homelander's fury - it all fades into the background as you kiss her.

It's gentle and soft, chaste, but it still makes her head spin. You're kissing her, in front of a room full of people, and you're doing it like it's the simplest thing in the world.

People are talking, whispering and looking, Ashley is probably gonna lose the more of her hair after this (you'll have to give her an heal in compensation), and Homelander is no doubt furious, but none of that matters.

There's nothing in her mind, but you - the feel of your body in her arms, the taste of your lips, and the way your heart beats against her chest.

It's wonderful to finally be brave.

[pierrotdoesnteat]

FIVE STAGES OF FASTING:

- the process of fasting begins about 8 hours after your last meal, and has five different stages each with different benefits. I am by no means an expert, and am using various sources to piece this together; with that being said, if I get something wrong please feel free to correct me.

STAGE ONE:

- 8-12 hours after last meal. - blood sugar/glucose levels begins to dip; you may experience hunger, fatigue, food cravings, and trouble concentrating. - at around 12 hours, blood sugar levels begin to stabilize as your body starts tapping into stored glycogen. - also around 12 hours, your body begins to enter early stages of ketosis meaning your body isn't relying on carbohydrates for fuel and instead begins to burn stored fat. - short-term fasting may also lower blood pressure and increase insulin sensitivity.

STAGE TWO:

- 12-18 hours after last meal. - by now, your body should be fully in ketosis. your liver should begin converting stored fat into ketone bodies; these provide energy to your heart, brain, and muscles. - ketones suppress your appetite; this stage of fasting decreases ghrelin, the hormone that makes you want to eat a lot of food and stabilizes insulin levels which helps to reduce cravings. - you may notice an increase in mental clarity in this stage due to a boost in brain-derived neurotrophic factor (BDNF).

STAGE THREE:

- 24 hours after last meal. - this stage is referred to as autophagy, or "self-eating." this stage is when your body begins recycling old or damaged cells and reducing inflammation; this can provide an anti-aging effect.

STAGE FOUR:

- 36-48 hours after last meal. - 48-hour fasting can increase human growth hormone (HGH) secretion by up to 400%. HGH increases muscle mass, stimulates faster muscle repair, and can speed up the healing process for wounds and more serious injuries. - this stage is no longer considered intermittent fasting.

STAGE FIVE:

- 72+ hours after last meal. - this stage of fasting should not be taken lightly; if fasting for several days, make sure you drink plenty of water, get plenty of electrolytes such as sodium, magnesium, and potassium. - by now, you should be in a deep state of ketosis and autophagy should be in full effect. - during this stage, your liver significantly reduces the production of a hormone called IGF-1, triggering stem cell production. - a study from 2014 found that prolonged fasts between 48-120 hours activate pathways that induce stem cell production, leading to cellular toxin resistance, immune system regulation, and protection against cellular damage caused by chemotherapy.

FASTING TIPS:

- regardless of the length of fast, stay hydrated. - keep physical activity to a minimum, or only do light exercises. walking, stretching/yoga, and meditating are great options during this time. - do not break your fast with large amounts of food, or processed foods. easily digestible natural foods, like bone broth, chicken, and green vegetables are your best option. avoid things like dairy, alcohol, and foods high in lectin like baked goods for the first couple days after your fast ends. - when breaking your fast, eat slowly and hydrate before eating. the less junk food your body is used to, the easier it is. - adding probiotics into your diet can make breaking a fast easier; your body needs these either way.

[tianasimstreehouse]

Occult Recipebook

Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and caldron bubble.

INTRO

Occult gameplay is up there with one of my favourite ways to play. Food is a part of our Sims lives, and should also be for occults so that they can cook up their preferred foods.

This Occult Recipebook is a collection of custom recipes (food and drink) for Occult Sims in the Sims 4.

I have started off this occult culinary journey with: ✨SPELLCASTERS✨

I have plans to later create foods for each occult life state, so I will keep adding to the recipe book.

“Spellcasters” as a life state can be played in so many different ways: they can range from gnarly evil witches who practice black magic and eat bird entrails, to happy little fairies who live in cottages surrounded by woods and flowers! I have tried to include a little bit of everything in the recipes I have created. These foods are a mix of fairy, fantasy, green garden witch, apothecary, or black-magic sorcerer etc. 

They effect Spellcasters and/or human Sims in many weird and wonderful ways.

E.g. Nettle Tea which helps teenagers suffering with acne, Milk Thistle Biscuits which leave the consumer with prickly thistles in their tongue, and Eye of Newt Soup which most Sims will find disgusting but which Spellcasters will happily slurp up.

RECIPES

39 new recipes for your Spellcasters!

~ Realm of Magic is required for these recipes ~

**there's a fair amount of pack-integration, and be sure to read the pack recommendations on the Patreon post for each recipe** to make sure nothing is missing or glitching.

Meals Dandelion Salad - increases SCs gardening skill, fills PlantSims' hunger Nettle Soup Soft-Boiled Golden Eggs - makes Sims glow and glitter Pumpkin Pasties Pomegranate Halves Eye of Newt Soup - makes other Sims feel sick Valerian Root Pie - other Sims won't like this dish Elderberry Jam Toast Toadstool Soup - inspires SCs, normal Sims won't like this dish Salamander Stew - other Sims won't like this dish Spiced Honey Bread - SCs will gain all skills faster Raised Newt Pie - makes other Sims feel sick Dragon Livers - Werewolves will love these and normal Sims won't Raised Phoenix Pie - Sims will randomly breathe fire for a while and feel confident

Desserts Milk Thistle Biscuits - chance to get uncomfortable thistles in tongue Huckleberry Jam Cream Puffs - makes SCs playful Fairy Bread Soul Cakes Huckleberry Pie Juniper Berry Jam Biscuits Honeycomb Cakes - SCs will gain all skills faster Valerian Custard Tart Toadstool Cookies Cursed Cookies - wouldn't recommend eating these... serve them to enemies! Eating one may leave the SC eater cursed. Good Sims will sense the evil inside and get sad Canning *Requires Cottage Living Canning Skill Gooseberry Jam Elderberry Jam Rosehip Jelly Drinks *Bar/alcoholic drinks require Mixology skill, and a Bar. Acorn Coffee (*coffee machine) Pumpkin Juice Willow Bark Tea - A home remedy to cure most illnesses, food poisoning etc Sage Tea - soothes stress and anger, SCs are focused and improve logic skills faster Nettle Tea - helps teens suffering from acne Lavender Tea - makes Sims flirty Mugwort Tea - reduces fear or panic Butterbeer - gives SCs confidence Mandrake Ale Nettle Wine Dandelion Wine Elderberry Wine

INFO & DOWNLOAD (early access): https://www.patreon.com/posts/79514896?pr=true Milk & Cookies: Now! Sugar Cookies: May 24th Public: May 31st

Pro tip for Windows PC users: Please make sure to delete the MACOSX folders/files that can appear after you extract the mod's files, otherwise the game may throw an error and not load at all.

TRANSLATIONS Polish - ❤️ Daisy1728, find their translation over here French - ❤️ Heidi / LuniverSims, find their translation here