#healthy meatloaf

[transascendant]

Recipe for Momma's Healthy Meatloaf This healthy meatloaf recipe with extra-lean ground beef, carrots, onion, zucchini, and bell pepper will become a family favorite weeknight dinner.

[4cookingrecipes]

Meatloaf and Potato Casserole Recipe

[nursing-and-wellness23]

The Autoimmune Protocol and Herbal Supplements for Healing"

In this video, we explore the revolutionary approach of the Autoimmune Protocol (AIP) in healing autoimmune diseases. The AIP focuses on a holistic food and lifestyle plan that specifically targets the root cause of autoimmune conditions. By eliminating trigger foods that cause inflammation, the AIP aims to restore optimal bodily functions and offer hope for recovery.

One important aspect of the AIP is the incorporation of herbal supplements, which play a crucial role in complementing the protocol. These supplements provide additional support to the immune system, reduce inflammation, and promote overall well-being. Some of the most effective herbal supplements for individuals with autoimmune disorders include astragalus, bee propolis, boswellia, reishi mushrooms, ashwagandha, turmeric, ginger, green tea, and garlic root.

To fully benefit from the AIP, a major change in diet is required. This includes avoiding trigger foods like nightshade vegetables, dairy, wheat, processed sweeteners, tobacco, alcohol, coffee, oils, food additives, refined and processed sugars, and certain medications. Instead, the AIP encourages the consumption of nutrient-dense foods such as collard greens, Swiss chard, and spinach, which are rich in essential nutrients and offer numerous health benefits.

The AIP protocol consists of three phases. The elimination phase involves removing foods that cause autoimmune reactions to reduce inflammation and promote healing. The reintroduction phase is a gradual process of reintroducing excluded foods to identify triggers and customize the diet. Finally, the maintenance phase focuses on long-term management, incorporating diverse nutrient-rich foods while avoiding triggers.

Research has highlighted the potent anti-inflammatory and immune-modulating properties of certain herbs, making them ideal for managing autoimmune disorders. Additionally, fasting and intermittent fasting have shown promise in regulating the immune system, reducing inflammation, and improving overall well-being in autoimmune patients.

While following the AIP, it's important to be aware of possible reactions related to the immune system. These can manifest as aches, pains, muscle and joint discomfort, decreased energy levels, sleep disturbances, mood swings, depression, and decreased stress tolerance. These symptoms serve as indicators of immune-related conditions and should be monitored closely.

To help you implement a simple and healthy diet for autoimmune disease, we've provided a sample meal plan. Incorporate a variety of colorful vegetables, leafy greens, fatty fish, and omega-3 fatty acids into your meals. For breakfast, you can try overnight oats with chia seeds and berries, followed by a salad packed with colorful vegetables for lunch. Enjoy hummus with nuts or a Greek yogurt parfait for snacks. Remember to customize your diet to meet your unique health needs.

Cost-effective choices are also available for those looking for an affordable sample healthy diet for autoimmune disease. Include whole and frozen vegetables, rolled oats, seasonal fruits, brown rice or whole wheat pasta, tomato sauce, mixed vegetables, whole fruits, peanut butter, whole grain crackers, and budget-friendly herbs and spices in your meals. For dinner, consider roasted chicken with affordable spices and herbs, baked sweet potatoes, and steamed frozen vegetables.

[doitwithdaisy]

Chicky Picky Loafs

Ingredients:

450g (~1 lb) Ground Chicken

83g (~2/3 Cup) Diced Green Beans

89g (~1 Cup) Diced Broccoli

Directions:

1. Mix chicken, broccoli, and green beans and form into balls

2. Fill an oven-safe ramekin with balls and cover with aluminum foil

3. Bake at 400 F until internal temperature reaches 165 F

4. Allow to cool and enjoy!

**Note for Daisy: Cut meatballs up and add in 3g salmon oil and 7.5g TFD Nutrient Mix, and serve with Fetched Zucchini for a Waffles Serving

[naturalhealtheducation]

My Favorite Meatloaf Recipe

I've tried more than a few meatloaf recipes, but this one is my favorite. It has a delicious flavor and delightful texture.

One pound Aldi Fresh ground Italian sausage

One can Trader Joe's black olives

One package Trader Joe's mushrooms (10 oz)

One red onion

Wash the mushrooms, then put the onion, mushrooms, and olives (rinsed) in a food processor. Blend to a fine texture, then mix it all together with the ground sausage. Put the finished mixture in a baking pan, cover it with foil, and bake in the oven at 350 degrees for an hour and 15 minutes.

Due to all of the veggie ingredients, this is a low-calorie entree!

[elvisabutler]

down home southern cookin'

fandom: elvis 2022 | elvis presley rating: m pairing: elvis presley ( fameless big daddy electrician/handyman ) x female original character word count: 3069 warnings: housewife kink. big daddy elvis. pregnant sex. minor pregnancy kink and breastfeeding kink. sex around food ( the food isn't harmed ). p in v sex ( unprotected ). minor praise kink. talk of sweat. bags thumping on floors making you feel things. author’s note: welcome to day 14 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, breastfeeding kink with spark elvis and lilly. so, hi. i've been having a rough go around on actually finishing the main fic but i have made a bit more progress after moving past the block i've had formed for a while. that being said, enjoy this little one shot in the meantime. also if you have no idea what this series/verse is, the masterlist is right here. in addition, i truly do thrive on your comments and messages and love reading them.

"Is that meatloaf 'm smellin' darlin'?"

Lilly hears the door open before she ever hears Elvis's voice but at the sound of his voice, she can feel their children inside her move about, kicking and trying to roll around. It's been getting harder and harder to bend to reach the oven but she manages well enough, free hand on her belly as she opens the oven.

Elvis's thudding steps tell Lilly that he's heading to the kitchen to investigate not entirely unlike a bloodhound and she smiles softly to herself even as the twin she has taken to calling Gladys kicks her square in the rib. Her hand rubs at the spot as she stays bent over looking into the oven when she hears Elvis's whistle, low and appreciative.

"Wasn't expectin' that sorta greetin'. Ain't complainin', though." His voice is pitched low as she hears his bag thump on the floor. The thought of moving to a standing position enters Lilly's mind and yet she's just that slight bit curious as to what Elvis plans on doing.

After all, wasn't the proof of his appreciation for her backside growing healthy and strong within her? Wasn't his appreciation for a warm meal evident by the way so many of her dresses are slightly ruined? Wasn't he her husband not just in theory but in name?

It doesn't take long for her to feel the press of his front against her behind, the warmth of his body seeping through her dress. His hand moves to cup her stomach as he guides her into a standing position, nipping at her ear as she does. "They givin' ya trouble? Gotta get a lecture from Daddy?"

Lilly's laughter is always music to Elvis's ears and today is no exception. His lips curl into a soft smile as he kisses down her neck, hands wandering across her body. She makes no move to remove them. "They only started giving me trouble when they heard you."

"That so?" Elvis hums as one of his hands settles on her breast, squeezing it just light enough that Lilly's mouth falls open in a gasp. "They just missed their daddy as much as their mama did, didn't they? Jus' wanted to say hello."

He's not wrong, Lilly reasons. Jesse is the same way, trying to come crawling at the sound of his Daddy's voice as soon as he hears it if Elvis doesn't beat the boy to it. Still, there's nothing that says she has to boost her husband's ego any more than it already is tonight. It makes it easy to just hum quietly with a small grin on her face.

"They missed daddy, I don't know if mama did." Lilly teases even as she feels Elvis's hand tighten on her breast and feels the hand that had been cupping her lower stomach move ever so slightly lower. "I had the best company all day."

A huff of his warm breath tickles the hair on the back of her neck as he starts to use his hand to pull up her dress. "Jesse asleep?"

He knows it's too early for Jesse to be asleep, knows that Lilly keeps his son up just so that he can give him a kiss goodnight and help get him ready for bed even if he ran late arriving home. Yet, he feels the need to ask, to make sure Jesse isn't crawling around underfoot in a way that gets him into trouble. Elvis knows he should be a good husband and take a shower and make it so Lilly can rest her aching little sooties. Even with them not in heels he can see them a little swollen and he's sure if he touched them they'd be pounding. Elvis knows he should be a good husband like he always is and yet he can feel his cock swelling up in his jumpsuit. Seeing Lilly- seeing his *wife* bent over making food for him all while so *full* of him does something to him. It'd do something to any man worth his salt. Maybe he'd ask Charlie or Jerry how they feel about their wives when they've been pregnant. Though, Jerry's answer is damn nearly explained with his new niece or nephew Melly's got growing inside of her.

His cock had gotten them into this mess, first with her and him against the sink and even know their twins were merely the result of his cock seeing her backside as she bathed Jesse. If he were a different man, if he were the man he was almost two years ago he'd be embarrassed, mortified that his cock's acting like it's attached to a twenty year old. And yet, right now all he can think about is how thankful he is for it. Thankful it's proven its worth to satisfy Lilly in ways he knows now she had craved during her previous marriage. Thankful it's proven its worth by providing him with a healthy gift from God of a son and hopefully healthy strong little ones in a couple of months.

"You know he's awake," Lilly murmurs, moving closer to the sink for some leverage to lean on. "Wouldn't dream of putting our baby boy to sleep without letting him say goodnight to his Daddy." She pauses and leans back against Elvis, his body heat seeping through his jumpsuit and her dress. She can feel the sweat of the day on his skin and it should be nauseating and off putting but as she inhales deeply she merely smells the unique scent of her husband. A shiver passes through her. "What are you really trying to ask, Elvis?"

An idea of what he wants is on the tip of her tongue but she doesn't want to be too forward even after a child was born that was conceived in the strangest of ways or after he pleasured her with a garden hose. No, somehow asking him point blank if he was trying to enjoy what was between her legs was too much.

"If you'd let me- If ya'd mind bendin' over again. Or if ya'd mind if I put ya between the sink and me. Mindin' the yittle ones, course."

Lilly wonders if the way Elvis talks to her and the way Elvis seems to be completely and utterly in love with every part of her is ever going to get old. If it'll ever stop making her heart race and ever stop making her lose her breath. Maybe it's just because she had gotten so used to things with Nathan that it's still novel. The twins inside her do their own separate flips as she licks her lips.

"Minding them, of course." Her voice sounds airy, like it's floating into the air as she tries to remember how to breathe. "Facing you, right?"

Not looking out the window, pleasure crossing her face at every moment as she leaned against him, her legs too shaky to support the weight of her body. Not facing the window, watching the sun go down on another day, wishing this could be her afternoons forever more. No, she'd be able to face Elvis, see his face as it scrunched up when he grunted inside of her. She'd be able to see how he works up such a sweat that it drips down on her as they fuck. It's not that she hasn't since they've been married but this is another thing entirely. This is being able to see how Elvis's face looked like when he pleasured her against the sink almost two years ago. This is a reward for a hard day's work as she cooks their little buns inside of her and cooks a hearty filling meal for him.

His hands finally reach the destination he wants them to, her underwear. A hand slides against her clothed entrance, chuckling at how drenched has already made her. The pregnancy had heightened so many things and yet somehow she surprises him even with this. With a vagina that aches and yearns for him so much it cries out every second it's not filled. He finally speaks.

"Facin' me," his voice is a murmur and a growl as he shifts her underwear to the side just enough to slide his fingers where he knows she wants them. "Maybe I'll even lift ya up on the counter."

Lilly shakes her head, not trusting her mouth's ability to form words. Another time, she figures, when she wasn't carrying these precious little buns inside her. No, she wants to be pinned just as she was that first afternoon. Her hand reaches out to grab at Elvis's wrist, her hand trailing over her swollen stomach, an action watched with rapt attention by Elvis. A quiet but noticeable squelch is heard as he pulls his fingers from her. He opens up his mouth to speak only to watch as he realized something shifted inside of Lilly when she heard that squelch of his fingers. The look she has on her face is one he's gotten to know well both through her pregnancy with Jesse and now her pregnancy with the twins. She wants him and every second that she don't have him she'll get more and more frustrated. His hands move to undo and start to unzip his jumpsuit only to have her swat them away. Lilly's hand are deft little things, suited for sewing and domestic tasks even he struggles with despite his ample skills.

The rush of the cold air against his sweaty chest has him inhaling and has his overheated body shivering just a hair. Lilly's eyes watch the action and take it to mean that she needs to hurry, needs to reach down low enough to free his already swollen cock from the confines of his underwear. Elvis opens up his mouth to speak only to have Lilly's hand finally pull his zipper down low enough to yank down his underwear, his cock bobbing out of them not entirely unlike a goddamn Jack in the Box. Lilly isn't forceful except for these times when she's needy and he's already promised to give her what she needs. How's a man supposed to talk when he sees her hand around his cock, slathering the ample precum across his length.

"Just against it, Elvis. Please," Lily begs ever so softly, though she knows she doesn't need to. Any request she makes of Elvis he does and this would be no exception. She watches as he looks down at her with such a rush of love and clenches her thighs. Her nipples brush against the fabric of her bra and she whimpers at the mere feeling of his hand against her hip as he walks her back against the sink. She needs and wants every bit of him and he's determined to give it to her.

In bed, he would take his time undressing her, watching her dress fall to the floor and watching her ample milk filled breasts spill from her bra. He would suckle at her nipples until he saw her chest heave and her body shake with release. But right now? Right now against the sink he doesn't bother to even pull down her underwear. He should, and yet he can feel how aroused she is and just how she is craving him. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she's reminded this isn't proper, that she should insist he take his time and undress her and yet that voice is smothered by realizing no part of their relationship would be considered proper to her two years ago.

His actions make her happy so why should there be any shame attached to them. Her thoughts swirl in her mind with such force that she is caught off guard by Elvis removing her hand and entering her with very little preparation. A choked off sob of pleasure leaves her mouth as she looks up at him.

"Elvis," she whispers, her hands finding purchase on his chest and down his stomach. The hair on his body that rubs up against her skin every time they make love feels different in her hands in this moment, somehow softer while being just a little bit rougher. One of her hands plays with his chest, laughing breathlessly as one of his hands mirrors her, cupping her breast. "You can go— oh."

Elvis knows Lilly like he knows the back of his hand, he figures. Knows what makes his wife turn to pure putty in hands and knows how to have her pleasured in every way she had always deserved to be pleasured. It's easy to figure out just by watching her face and watching how it shifts when he thrusts just right and cups her breasts just right. "I can what, darlin'? Ya want it faster? Want your husband to move faster? Make it so ya comin' faster than anythin'?"

Lilly's eyes drift to the stove for a moment and then to the clock. She should tell him she wants him to take his time. That she wants to feel every thrust and feel his foreskin as it drags inside of her despite how aroused she is. She knows she doesn't have enough time though, knows that in about ten minutes she has to pull the meatloaf from the oven. Her vagina clenches and earns a slight curse from Elvis as he kisses her softly, waiting for an answer.

"We— the meatloaf. I don't want it to burn." As if she needs to explain why she needs him to go faster. "Tonight—If we can it can be slower."

Her skin is flushed and Elvis just takes a moment in between thrusts to marvel at the way it starts at her cheeks and how there's small splotches of it heading down to her chest. He's done that to her, not just the embarrassment she still holds on to about asking just what she would like him to do to her. His perfect wife, his lil darlin' is worried about meatloaf and can't always put into words what she desires. How had he gotten so lucky? How had God saw fit to put the nearest earthly thing to perfection in front of him? How had he found himself married with a son and young ones on the way to this woman?

"Even if 'm not. Ya— ya always know ya can get my engine revving," Elvis's voice is a murmur against Lilly's neck as he kisses and nips at it, his hips quickening their pace. "How long we got, Lil?"

"Nine," she answers, trying to buck against Elvis as best she can with her stomach and his own in the way. "I'll— I've been wanting—"

The words she wants to say are left in her head as his hand drifts down her chest and down her swollen belly to between her legs. Another time and another place she'd question what he's doing but she knows where his hand is headed. She knows before she feels the press of the calloused pads of his fingertips against her throbbing clit. It's been like that nearly all day and she knows better than to take care of it herself on days like this. Knows that what she needs is the warmth of his hands and the roughness of them to bring her to completion. So lost in her own pleasure she nearly misses the words leaving Elvis's lips.

"My perfect wife. My perfect lil darlin'. Takin' care of our yittle one and growing the other yittle buns. Could be like some of the other women and relax, sh—should be like 'em but here you are makin' me dinner and keepin' everythin' as it should be. Gonna show ya how much I love ya for this. How thankful I am for ya."

He pants it against her skin, one hand gripping at her hip while the other works against her clit as she's pinned against the skin. It should hurt, the way the counter digs into her back just a bit but any pain she feels is overtaken by the throbbing between her legs and the scrape of her nipples against her bra. Everything feels so warm and safe and loving that she feels herself starting to reach a crescendo, clawing at his chest before her hands slide to his lower back and down to his behind, pulling him somehow impossibly closer. An almost inhuman noise leaves his lips, a howl and a growl and a groan all mixed into one as he feels her clenching around him.

"That's it, Lilly. That's it my lil darlin'. God— Like a vice—" His words are lost in a haze of her orgasm and his own following closely after. Somehow both of their grips on each other get tighter as they try to catch their breath. Elvis makes sure to not lean too hard on Lilly, careful to protect their children inside of her. Time doesn't have a meaning for either of them until the shrill ring of a timer sounds signalling the fact that the meatloaf is finished.

"I— I need to get that, Elvis." Lilly whispers, still trying to remember how to breathe and walk properly. His only answer is a slow nod as he steps away. It's easy for him to watch Lilly's hips move as she walks the short distance between the sink and oven. A part of him thinks he should turn away when she starts to bend over but then he thinks of how she's leaking his release standing there and how she still likely has to finish one thing or another on the stove. He licks his lips and with a speed that surprises even him, he finds himself on his knees in front of her once she's pulled the meatloaf from the oven and set it down.

"Elvis, what are you— what are you doing?" Her voice is light and her eyes sparkle in a way they only do when she's amused at him and his antics.

In lieu of answering, his large hands grab at the edges of her dress and start to pull it up and up and up until her underwear is exposed to him. It's then and only then that he answers her, looking up through his eyelashes with a practically devilish smirk. "Felt like havin' dessert while you're doin' your work."

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[thelampisaflashlight]

A Lack of Engagement Pt. 1: Ancient Rite

[Rain learns his actions (rubbing a giant metal dick) have consequences (marriage). The RainDrop series y'all doomed yourselves to in the poll... with some mild tweaking.] Below the cut.

It starts with a rumor among the siblings.

Something Rain isn't ordinarily interested in -rumors, or the siblings to be honest- but with a heatwave keeping them all locked down inside the abbey, and a desire to avoid doomscrolling on his phone, again, for the third day in a row... he'd indulged in a healthy bit of eavesdropping, hoping to hear something juicy, and instead learned of a curious addition to the abbey's art collection.

A giant statue of a penis.

Not the first one in the church's possession, but, according to the siblings -and this is the part that amused Rain the most and nearly drove the ghoul to tears- if you rubbed the head while linking hands with your lover, the devil himself would appear and give his blessing for you to be wed.

Rain thinks it's the funniest shit he's ever heard, or maybe it's just the heat fucking with his better sense of judgement, but it's either grab a friend and give a handjob to a statue or go back to lurking in Swiss' likes on his social media pages playing, "When will I find softcore porn?" and honestly, as much as he likes seeing the multi-ghoul be horny on main, he knows a fiery little demon who would get a kick out of something like this.

He considers texting Dew about the statue, but the idea of missing the look on the hybrid's face when he hears the words, "Giant Dick" is not something he can readily pass up.

Ultimately, it isn't that hard to find him either, Dew stays in one of two places when it's hot as balls outside; The abbey's indoor pool -which Rain knows he can't be in, because EVERYONE is in there right now, and Dew likes it all to himself- or the library.

It's surprising to hear, unless you've met the man himself, but Dew is an avid reader in his downtime.

In fact, in the time that he's resided in the abbey, he's read about a solid third of the books in the library, and has donated quite a few from his own collection over the years.

His room would be overflowing with them if he hadn't purged so many in the last year or so... to make more room for new ones.

Rain is sure it's partly to spite Mountain for having so many plants in their dorm, taking up every available surface that Dew hasn't claimed outright, but neither of them complains when a new fern or book on said fern appears in their room.

They work oddly well together as roommates in that sense.

Their space feels like an even mixture of the both of them, not like when Rain had been stuck rooming with Aether for a year and a half...

If you want to test the strength and boundaries of a friendship, listen to your best friend destroy your shared bathroom after eating two week old meatloaf from the back of the fridge and see how you feel.

Bless him, Aeth's a great guy, Rain loves him like a brother, but goddamn there were times where Rain wanted to throttle him.

You live and you learn.

Stepping through the heavy wooden doors leading into the library -locked in place to avoid another... unfortunate squishing incident- Rain scans the nearly empty room for signs of life, but a cursory perusal of the patrons has him coming up short one white haired, pointed eared devil... which can only mean one thing.

"He's up in the loft." a helpful voice informs him, and when Rain glances over, he sees the librarian sat back in his chair at the front desk, gesturing upwards with his chin for emphasis before returning to his crossword puzzle.

Rain isn't sure whether the man knew he was looking for Dew because of his appearance -having forgone his glamour- or if he simply looked like he wasn't there to study, like the siblings he sees sequestered in a far corner, pouring over a large tome and muttering in tones just above a whisper, but he thanks him anyway and heads for the first set of stairs up to the library's second floor.

There are three tiers to the abbey's library; The first floor, where the siblings of sin attend lectures and study various texts to learn their secrets -or, as he has seen quite a few doing, taking online classes to learn skills that will take them to careers beyond the church-, the second floor where all of the more adult books are kept to avoid any of the young wards of the abbey getting their hands on them, and the third floor, which is barely bigger than your standard storage closet, the loft.

The loft was built well before Rain's time on the surface, and had been meant to be a private office for Sister Imperator, but age and a desire to remain close to the papas had resulted in her room being moved to the first floor instead, and the room itself had fallen into disuse, and thus, when the library underwent a much needed renovation, so, too, did the room upstairs.

That being said, very few of the siblings bother trekking up that far in the library to read, and the narrow, ladder like steps leading up to it are a turn off for most wanting to ascend with an armload of books, but Dew manages it just fine somehow.

Walking with purpose, Rain debates calling up to the ghoul, but remembers that shouting in a library isn't exactly smiled upon, and he can feel the librarian's gaze upon him the moment his mouth opens a bit too quickly.

Thinking better of his initial impulse, Rain instead ascends the ladder and pokes his head up out of the hole in the floor, half expecting to see Dew surrounded by a mountain of books, but what meets his eyes first is, well, Dew's eyes.

He barely contains a yelp as he comes nose to nose with the other ghoul, who's crouched on at the top of the ladder, arms crossed.

"...Hello." he greets, watching Rain compose himself.

"Hi-" Rain starts, "-do you wanna go touch a dick with me?"

"What-"

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"-in the merciful fuck is this gorgeous thing doing in a place like this??" Dew cackles, rounding the giant bronze dong, "They sculpted veins and everything! How'd you even find out about this being here, Rainy??"

"The siblings were blabbing about it earlier, and I needed to see it for myself. Had to bring a friend, of course, because apparently it's not just a giant dick-" Rain says, wiggling his fingers, "-it's a magical giant dick, ooo~"

Dew snorts and steps back from the dick, which is, hilariously, just a bit taller than him.

"So what's it do?" he asks, casually leaning on the statue, which stays rooted in place thanks to the flared out base at the bottom, "Aside from looking like some kind of absurdly sized dildo?"

"According to the siblings, if you rub it-" Rain and Dew share a giggle at that, "-if you rub it while holding hands with your lover, Satan himself shows up and, boom, you're married."

"To Satan? Or each other?" Dew questions, seeking clarification, "Also why would the lord of Hell deign to marry two mortals together? It's such a weird concept to begin with, like one of the romance novels I read with the sisters in our book club last year..."

"You're in a book club?" Rain raises an eyebrow, then shakes his head, "Anyway, I just wanted to see if there's any credence to what the siblings were yapping about, and so far it checks out; I mean, I'm standing in front of a giant dick... and a bronze statue of a penis."

"Oi." Dew swats at him halfheartedly, "Jerk."

Rain stretches his arms and cracks his fists dramatically, "I intend to."

"You're an idiot..." the other huffs, sounding almost fond, "So why'd you bring me along?"

"Well, you know it takes two..." Rain smirks, "...and plus, we can find out if it's actually magic or not. You and I aren't a couple though, so it would probably be a net zero in terms of results, but it'd still make for a funny story though, and I know the others would be jealous that we got to the giant dick first..."

"Swiss is gonna be so mad when he finds out we found it before him." Dew agrees, nodding, "Okay, I'll bite."

"You really shouldn't use your teeth for something like this, it's a sensitive area." Rain teases, then extends his hand to Dew, "Wanna rub one out with me?"

Dew scoffs and links his hand with Rain's.

"Sure, why not? Worst case scenario, someone's gonna jump out with a camera and go, 'HA!' so might as well get the show on the road."

Approaching the statue together this time, the pair slaps their free hands down on the head and, with another fit on laughter successfully held in by the virtue of NOT making eye contact with each other -"Don't look at me during." Dew whispers, almost breaking Rain's concentration- ...nothing happens.

"Well, that was kind of lackluster." Rain comments, letting his hand drop down at his side, "I was hoping it would at least, like, glow or something, but-"

"Hear me out." Dew says suddenly, turning to Rain, "What if we... told the dick we're a couple?"

"Huh?"

"Magic and shit is all about intent, yeah? But it's also about respect, sort of." Dew explains, "We're not being serious enough about all of this, so the dick is... being a dick."

"Okay..." Rain draws his mouth into a line and gives the statue a thoughtful look before turning back to Dew, "You wanna try tricking the dick?"

"I want to trick the dick... for science." he says, holding his index finger up like a nerd emphasize his point, "Just to see if it actually works."

Rain sets his hand back on the dick, his other hand still holding onto Dew's, "And if it does work? What then? What do you think magical penis marriage entails?"

"You're the one who asked me to come." Dew points out, placing his hand back on the statue, "You tell me, shark nuts."

A pause.

"Do sharks even have nuts?" he wonders aloud, and Rain smirks, "What?"

"I mean, I do." he says and Dew rolls his eyes, "I thought you would know a lot about sharks seeing as you have that big ass marine biology textbook I gave you for your birthday last year."

"Hey, I do, I-"

Before Dew can finish, the ground begins to shake beneath their feet and the two find themselves clinging to one another to stay upright.

"What the fuck?!" Dew shouts, holding onto Rain for dear life, "Earthquake?!"

Rain stumbles forward, taking Dew with him a few steps before regaining his footing, "It's been a bit since we've had one this intense... We should get under cover before shit starts falling down!"

However, just as the duo is about the slide under a nearby table, the shaking stops and-

"...Uh, Rain, does the dick look... bigger to you?"

Rain makes a face.

"This isn't the time to-Oh my fucking god it is."

Standing nearly twice as tall as it was before, the bronze statue now looks over the both of them, its mighty girth casting a shadow from where it now blocks the light coming in from the windows.

An eerie glow emanates from the tip, which is now leaking... something.

Rain hopes it's just water.

"I think-" Dew starts, than yelps, "Ow!"

"What's wr-Ouch!" Rain winces as the skin around his ring finger begins to burn, strange runes scratching into his flesh, "What the fuck..."

"Thou hast attempted to invoke the ancient rites dishonestly, and are justly punished." a voice as loud as thunder booms, "May these binds remind you daily of your new found commitment... to each other."

And then, before either of them have the time to process what has happened, the ground shakes once more, and the statue... recedes.

Rain stares at the now flaccid statue, at the puddle of mystery liquid on the floor, and the markings on his ring finger.

"...Rain."

"...Yes, Dew?"

"...What the fuck."

.

.

.

In spite of the odd, borderline drug trippy experience with the dick, somehow, some way, the pair manages to put it from their minds by the evening.

The more they try to dwell on it, the hazier and more dreamlike the situation becomes, until it becomes just another nagging feeling that they forgot something important... and then, by midnight, it's as if nothing happened at all.

Rain's memory of overhearing the rumor is replaced with him scrolling on his phone in bed, and Dew's brings him back to the library, to the book he'd left sitting on the beanbag chair he finds himself slouching into now.

Absentmindedly, Rain fidgets with the silver band on his ring finger, plainer than anything he'd buy for himself, but, for some reason, it feels too... special... to want to take it off.

Dew does similarly with the gold band on his own hand, never one to wear jewelry like this, he slides it down his finger and feels a pang of... something... in his chest that makes him slot it back into place, feeling almost guilty for trying to remove it in the first place.

Overall, nothing feels different to either of them, but when Dew goes to his room and is met with a confused, half awake Mountain mumbling something along the lines of, "Did you leave something behind?" he can't help but ask what the tall man means.

"You must really be tired..." Mountain yawns, "You and Rain are in the room across the hall, remember? C'mon, let's get you back to your husband."

"My what now-"

At the same time, Rain finds himself staring at his phone screen, having remembered taking a picture of an interesting bird the day before, he'd wanted to find and edit the photo before posting it online, but now he's...

"Rain!" Dew calls to him in a panic, entering the room and all but slamming the door shut, "Mountain said-"

"-you may now kiss the groom."

Rain's eye twitches as he looks up from the video he'd found, "...Dew?"

"...Yeah, Rain?"

"...What the fuck."

What the fuck indeed.

[skellitivly-positive]

Fulfilled.

Again!! This isn't a kink work, please don't treat it like it is!!1

Cw!! This does cover disorderly eating and restricting, stay safee! ❇

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Horror had a habit of overfeeding the others, while underfeeding himself. Murder and Killer would go to bed in sweat pants or athletic shorts, bellies full and eyes sleepy. Anything leftover stored away by the big guy himself, not wanting to 'take' any more leftovers incase the others wanted more.

Of course, his two mates noticed almost immediately. Noticed how for a guy so tall, his ecto wouldn't even summon due to his self induced malnourishment.

So one day, Killer decided to do something about it. Firing up the stove and using whatever recipe came up first in Horror's cook book.

Meanwhile, Murder napped atop Horror in a cat like fashion, awaiting Killer to be done and knowing the taller was unaware.

Once Killer was done with what turned out to be meatloaf, grilled vegetables, with mashed potatoes, Murder awoke the sleepy Horror and guided him into the kitchen. Taking his own seat next to the bigger fellow.

Horror seemed both distraught and surprised Killer had cooked, insisting he could've done it. But Killer protested his words, saying he was glad Horror just napped, and he should let someone else handle things awhile.

So Horror was served a rather large serving, bigger than Killer or Murder ever get. Murder leaned into Horror's side, as Horror stares down at the plate in near horror. But not wanting to offend Killer, he hesitantly takes a bite.

And loved it.

As Horror enjoyed his fill, Killer told Horror there was one rule to eating his dinner, getting an expression that mimicked a raised eyebrow.

Killers rule was Horror had to eat until he was full. Not one serving because that's what was 'acceptable'. No lying about not being hungry anymore—Horror had to eat until he was genuinely satisfied with his meal.

And Horror protested, saying he'd eat way too much. So Killer put it in perspective. Saying that they were all in a position where they didn't have to rely on leftovers. There wouldn't be a day where they'd suddenly be out of food—Horror, all of them could eat literally everything in the fridge tonight, and could shopping for more an hour later.

They aren't starving.

And that's when the big guy realized, the only one that's been starving was him. So set on making sure everyone else was satisfied with how much they got to eat, he'd restrict himself as much as he could.

Looking down with mild anxiety at his empty plate...

He asked for seconds.

Horror belongs to @/horrortalecomic!

Killer belongs to @/rahafwabas!

Murder belongs to @/ask-dusttale!

Remember my works are not undertum! Please do not sexualize a healthy relationship with food and body!

[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 2nd: Friendship | F**Ked Up Kids - The Maine | Observant cw: vague allusions to high school-typical bullying, un-betaed because I'm challenging myself to write these in under an hour read on ao3 | link to series on ao3

When he was younger, Eddie would joke that his favorite classes were lunch and recess. He had freedom, didn’t have to deal with teachers and rules and the endless stream of Pay Attention, Eddie’s or Sit Still, Eddie’s. 

In high school though, in the wild jungle that is the Hawkins High cafeteria, he almost misses the safety of the classroom. 

It’s loud. It’s bright. It’s unruly. Eddie loves a healthy dose of chaos more than the average person but this is overwhelming, especially with the few friends he’s managed to hold onto in another lunch wave. It leaves him alone and untethered in the corner of the cafeteria with his Ziploc bag of Honeycomb as he observes the crowds, tamping down the anxiety that bubbles in his chest with a comfort food. 

“Hey.”

An older boy approaches him as he’s lost in thought, a kind smile spreading ear to ear, messy curly hair hanging just below his ears— the length Eddie’s always wanted and now, with Wayne, can finally work towards. He's still cautious though: the kindest smiles can hide the scariest monsters. He knows. He lived with his dad. 

But then Eddie realizes the stranger is wearing a band t-shirt that he recognizes instantly and it lowers his haunches. 

“Hey. Nice Dio shirt.” Eddie shifts back to show that he’s wearing a similar one. Same band, different design. 

“Oh shit, we match! Good taste. I’m Rich.” The kind stranger introduces himself and takes a seat at the empty chair next to Eddie. 

They’re all empty anyways. 

Eddie nods and smiles, tentatively hopeful. “Eddie.” 

It turns out, Rich is the head of the school’s Dungeons and Dragons club, Hellfire Club. He sits with Eddie the entire lunch period, sharing his pizza and eventually inviting him to join him and his friends across the way the next day. The pizza is disgusting but it was better than the snack he’d grabbed on his way out the door that morning, and it’s the gesture that counts anyways.

Over time, Eddie grows into himself and out of his shell, but he never loses the little freshman inside who sat and watched. Watched others interact, watched others shy away, watched others slap on a happy smile and fake their way through high school. It’s why, when the latest leader of Hellfire manages to graduate, Eddie becomes the de facto new head of the club in 1983. 

As the new leader and Dungeon Master, Eddie takes it upon himself to be to the little sheep what Rich had been to him. The leaders since Rich graduated back at the end of Eddie's freshman year have been fine, creative, fun, but none have taken as active a role in helping protect the vulnerable of Hawkins High as Rich. It’s something Eddie brings back, instills in the new members, engrains in the culture of Hellfire: we’re the fucked up kids, sure, and we’re alone, but we’re alone together. 

First comes Jeff, a sophomore who has the bad luck of moving to Hawkins in the middle of the school year. Eddie notices him sitting by the trash can, eating what looks to be that day’s meatloaf special with headphones over his ears. When Eddie approaches him, he lifts just one headphone and Eddie hears the unmistakable guitar line of Black Sabbath’s Voodoo loud enough to hear from a foot away. In just about no time, Jeff becomes arguably Eddie's best friend.

Next comes Frank, who Eddie catches in the music room shredding a bass guitar. He tells Eddie under no uncertain circumstances that his nickname has always been Freak and he’ll answer only as such. It causes a little confusion when people begin using it as a pejorative against Eddie, but Eddie wears it with pride. Not just for himself, not just as a way to usurp the slur for himself, but to protect Freak from anything worse. 

Gareth is a bit younger, a true freshman when Eddie is in his first senior year. He catches him in an argument with some jock who’s just spilled who-knows-what on his vest. Maybe intentionally, maybe not. The point is that Gareth is about to get his shit rocked by three dudes on the football team and Eddie has built himself up to be just frightening enough to dissolve the tension. Or, to at least give the kid some backup if it gets to the point of needing backup. 

It doesn’t, thankfully, but Eddie discovers Gareth plays drums and his dream of re-igniting his old middle school band, Corroded Coffin, comes to fruition. 

Each year, Eddie repeats the same process. 

Protect the sheep. Protect himself. Have a little fun in the meantime. 

In 1986, in what he hopes to be his final senior year, Eddie meets a new crop of vulnerable kids with ghosts in their eyes that color them a bit differently than others in the past. One wears a Weird Al shirt to school, one has to contend with having the same last name as one of the smartest students to ever pass through these hallowed hallways, and one straddles the dividing line between popular and freak. Not even Eddie can imagine being that brave. 

In a few short months, he’ll find just how brave he can actually be.

Hellfire Club becomes Eddie’s pride and joy. A place where Eddie feels wanted and a place where Eddie hopes others do, too. They’re still the weird ones, the outcasts, the forgotten, but they can’t be lonely. Not when they have each other.

[historia-vitae-magistras]

A lightee ask than usual but do you have any food or eating habit thoughts?

Ooohooohh, I did a whole ass seminar on the history of food. Failed it because I almost bled to death but I got to keep all the material! I've got.... a lot of thoughts and feelings about food culture. Too goddamn many, tbh. This got really long so I'll have to do a part two for other characters if wanted but lol enjoy.

Alfred:

 —Actually pretty gourmet little shit when he's got time and effort. He's made food Maria loves so often she has to give up on pretending she didn't enjoy it because fucking hell, he makes good chilaquiles after they've been drinking and fucking. There is, however, a non-zero chance he hasn't eaten a vegetable since the Nixon administration.

 —With that combustion engine metabolism, he's also perpetually hungry, so he eats whatever is around him. His guts do not like this, especially when it's a lot of dairy.

 —He has that kind of lactose intolerance that's tied to his health and stress, so if he's been particularly freaked out lately, he'll remind the world of his nuclear arsenal when he's got to use the toilet after that triple cheeseburger with a side of deep-fried cheese curds.

 —He's a stress eater too. He eats every negative emotion he's ever had especially when he's trying not to binge drink or do drugs.

 —He’s exceptionally food-motivated. They didn’t call one of his first major historical eras ‘the starving time’ without reason. He has preferences, but food is also food, and he’ll genuinely enjoy it in most forms as long as it's not rotten or otherwise godawful. Cowboy coffee and beans for ten days straight, and he will genuinely be the only man on that cow trail not sick of it by the end.

 —This also goes into why he’s so generous with food. He’s big on homemade food. He’ll make a whole big ass batch of like some sort of mac and cheese, and all the neighbours will get a big ol’ bowl of it with an ‘oh just return the Tupperware whenever,’ and it will genuinely be one of the best things they’ve ever eaten in their lives. Europeans recoil in horror, but our portion sizes are almost never single servings. It’s a generosity and hospitality practice except drinks. He really will down like a 2 liter of Slurpee in a single sitting.

 —He doesn’t mind eating alone. Actually prefers it sometimes. He loves eating in his car. American frontier culture, especially mountain men, had an often hyper-individualized, almost mythic culture of spending long periods alone in the woods and not being very sociable; thus a lot of situations where single servings were a thing, eating alone in quiet without something to do can be a real goddamn luxury.

 —He’s a really big protein guy with his metabolism. Sometimes exists on protein shakes but is more often a beef or barbeque or ham or alligator jerky. And a somewhat chunky Alfred is a healthy Alfred. A perfectly cut no flab Alfred is an Alfred who might be severely dehydrated and on several kinds of uppers.

 —He has better tastes than Arthur who didn't really realize food was supposed to taste good until like ten years ago but his combinations can be equally wild and unappetizing as they are batshit tasty.

—He loves spicy food. He's got so many opinions about hot sauces.

—He’s always hungry. If he isn’t hungry or turns down food, its genuinely a bad sign. If he turns down anything or just is just picking at it his food alarm bells should be sounding. He’s either about to declare war or puke all over the table or keel over dead. Peckish or food coma is his default state. Like if he was a smaller guy someone would say he’s got a binge disorder but he’s tall and beefy so he’s pretty okay.

 —Incredibly adventurous eater too. People will assume since there’s that old school culture of Anglo-American who eats the same 7 meals every week and might keel over dead if the meatloaf is slightly different he’ll be a bit hard to please but then he’s absolutely charmed by everything from Korean kimchi to Lithuanian Lašiniai.

 ��He loves anyone who feeds him, just got to be a bit careful because he’s got surprisingly delicate stomach for the world superpower.

 —That American obsession with authencity means he’s surprisingly good at remembering people’s food culture or eating norms. He figured out chopsticks in ten seconds and quickly picked up the cues and manners of eating in any given culture. Still struggles with modulating his voice and personality, so he can often come across as rude, but he's so excited to do so. It's almost frustrating how happy he is to try and adapt to people around him and how happy he can be to fit in.

Matt:

 —He's a very good cook when he's putting in effort for other people, but he's not really like Alfred, who he'll make a whole ass meal for one just to relax on a Sunday.

 —He does tend to eat more vegetables than Alfred, but only because his northern vitamin deficiency has him binging them when he can afford them or they're available during the summer.

  —He can be weirdly picky on his own, but no one ever really needs to ask about his favourite food or how he likes anything because he always just goes with the flow around other people. “Just get me whatever you’re getting.” comes out of his mouth often.

 —There's a lot of sour cream/crema and yoghurt/coconut milk involved when he eats Mexican or Indian food for as much as he loves it.

 —Katya was singlehandedly responsible for his ability to maintain a normal weight during the 20th century by adding rye bread and perogies/vyrenki to his diet. He craves mushroom-umami flavours when he misses her, which is most of the time.

 —When he’s normal and eating the Anglo-North American diet, but he isn’t always eating it, he gets some strong sugar cravings, especially when he’s west of Manitoba. He’s as fond of birch syrup as a flavour as he is maple; there’s just less production. But the kind of deprivation he got and his own tendencies to not eat sometimes cause white sugar to just straight-up burns.

 —There's very much something of François to Matt's dietary habits, but less in his personal tastes and more in that he might be more sensitive to flavours. He has that kind of discerning and slightly oversensitive palate, but he’s a shitty perpetually broke frontier settler colony. He knows better/feels too guilty/is too embarrassed of himself to really indulge it.

 —He kept too much of his peasant communalism in his eating habits. Where Anglo-American communities did have a lot of cooperation, communal eating was a special occasion. The norm was based on the individual household. In contrast, French Canadian habitants still technically lived on medieval land plots and owed labour to a lord while also having a culture of seasonal male work, so Matt grew up used to communal ovens and eating most of his meals around others. Later, in Arthur’s jurisdiction, it was usually the same. He got a plate of whatever he was given, and it wasn’t something he had ever had to initiate himself.

 —Partially, he's sometimes exceptionally bad at eating when he has to choose to do it himself. Especially since the Americanization of the food culture took hold in the '80s and '90s. Whereas Alfred is food motivated from going without when he was little, Matt learned how to block out physical sensation until he collapsed because it was rare that someone, including himself, cared about what kind of state he was in. He just doesn’t eat at all when he’s stressed or anxious. And now it's his sole responsibility to do so as there aren’t the same community structures. He has a lot of Alfred’s abundance now, all the brunch and BBQ places anyone could ask for, but it hasn’t meshed with his eating habits. His people gave up so much of their communal eating in exchange for various choices and then wondered why they were so lonely. So he’ll just microwave a potato or a packet of Kraft dinner a day for a week straight and wonder why he feels dead because, technically, he did eat something. It’s seriously a miracle he got as tall as he did.

 —Feed him nothing but hardtack for three years, and he won't complain until he's dropped dead of scurvy. If Arthur puts some sort of godforsaken mixture of plum sauce or gin-infused spag bol in front of him, he’ll compliment it before he disassociates to get at least some of it down.

[invisibleraven]

It's that time again: Inny prompts a Ray Is The Best Dad prompt because: keeping a few of their favorite snacks in the house for when they visit. makes me soft.

Grocery day was not Ray’s favourite day of the week. For one it was less fun without Rose who liked to race the charts, do silly puppets shows with the fruit when testing their ripeness, and indulged his love of trashy food.

For two, he had a lot more mouths to feed now.

Not that he minded the extra mouths, but it got to be a lot remembering all their restrictions, dislikes, and still keep their nutritional health in mind.

He started with the staples; bread, eggs, and milk. Making sure to get oat milk for Alex whose lactose intolerance he learned about in the worst way. Plus it was always handy to have on hand if Carrie and Willie decided they were vegan this week.

He stocked up on veggies-he had become an expert on hiding them in food so the gaggle of teenagers who frequented his home would eat them. He had better luck with fruit, and Luke loved to help him make weird smoothie combinations but hey, at least he was enthusiastic about that part of healthy eating.

He couldn’t say the same for Flynn who would survive on soda and pizza if she could. Though given her mother liked to brew up meatloaf containing wheatgrass and alfalfa sprouts, he didn’t really blame her.

Julie was easy to please, as she had started cooking for the group and gave him a list. She had been working on recreating some of Rose’s recipes to introduce her friends to Latin food, as well as the desserts. Ray was more than happy to be her guinea pig for those experiments.

Plus it made Carlos (and Victoria) from complaining about his spaghetti for the third day in a row.

At first Ray had thought Reggie was the easiest as he would happily eat anything and everything placed in front of him. That is until he found out that he probably wasn’t getting much to eat at home, and rarely indulged in buying food since he was saving up to move out as soon as he could.

Ray had offered him the guest room more than once, but kept getting denied. “Well can you at least tell me what you actually like to eat? We can even make it together.”

Reggie lit up at that. “Can you teach me to make ribs?”

Now Ray had never really attempted ribs-they weren’t a staple in the Molina household. “How about we learn together?”

The end results were pretty damn good if he said so himself, even if Reggie was far better at the grill than Ray was. With that in mind, Ray grabbed another pack-plus some chicken and impossible burgers and wondered if he could convince Reggie they should have a cook out this weekend.

With all the healthy options done, Ray gathered snacks; savoury and salty snacks for the boys, chocolate and candy for the girls, sour stuff for Carlos and a pack of cookies for himself-one he would be hiding because he learned the hard way about not doing so with seven teenagers in and out of the house.

He also grabbed some of those nasty rice cakes for Tori-just because she spent enough time with them, he wanted to have options.

He approached the register, hunting for his wallet-he knew Julie handed it to him after he couldn’t find it with the mail. It was in his jacket pocket, and within it there was a pile of coupons, courtesy of Flynn the Coupon Queen. Plus a points card that he knew belonged to Willie that gave Ray some savings and would give Willie a discount on the movie he wanted to take Alex to the weekend.

Ray shook his head softly and smiled at the weird situation he found himself in. Widowed and the father to eight kids, only two of which were his.

He wouldn’t trade any of them for the world though. Even if the bill after it all was starting to get ridiculous. But the kids-his kids were worth every penny.

[fandom-nursery]

Steven agere headcanons

Regresses between ages 0-8

Starts regressing pretty frequently during the events of steven Universe future 

It was very confusing and scary when it started happening because it was just another thing happening to his body that he didn't understand. Once he knows what is going on 

His regression was mostly involuntary for a long time but Steven is slowly learning methods to manage his age regression and does have times when he voluntarily regresses now as well 

Steven can physically regress his form to that of a child fitting whatever age headspace he is in

Depending on if he’s regressed to an age where he can speak he is very talkative 

When regressed Steven really lets himself cut loose and relax and be the child he didn’t really get to be growing up. His personality is still the same but he’s more relaxed and able to focus more on his own needs rather than other peoples 

Even in older headspaces he will nap as its one of the times he can usually sleep without nightmares 

He loves to be picked up. Being around the gems made him pretty used to being lifted and tossed around and he finds it comforting and fun to be in someone else’s arms 

He loves creative activities like art projects or baking or building sand castles on the beach. He also really loves getting to do the things he didn't get to do as a child. 

Going to Connies house and having her take care of him all day like he was any normal human child is really nice for him 

Steven has always eaten a lot of junk food and pre-prepared meals like pizza and he does still crave those foods on occasion while regressed however he as well as his therapist have decided that having more consistent homemade and healthy meals would be good for him. He does in fact really enjoy meatloaf.

He is very good at trying new things while regressed and has discovered a lot of new favorite foods that he continues to enjoy while out of headspace 

He pretty much always needs his face and hands wiped down after eating even is someone else is feeding him 

Steven is spoiled rotten for toys while regressed. His dad, connie, and the gems all love bringing him new plushies and games and figurines in audition to the ones he still has 

His favorite are his army of stuffed animals that he has created complex family structures for and displayed carefully around and in his bed 

He always packs his cheeseburger backpack with possible items he might need for any age. He brings it with him whenever he regresses voluntarily and keeps it handy just in case he regresses involuntarily. Having it helps him feel prepared 

He’s not particularly picky about clothing when small however since he does physically change sizes when regressed he does have several sizes of clothing on hand 

He does use a paci especially in his younger headspaces  

On the occasion that Steven regresses to under the age of two he does usually need diapers. He maintains a little more control over himself than a regular baby would due to having all his memories but physically he is a baby  

The gems (including lapis, peridot, and bismuth) know about his regression. His dad and Connie also do and, by extension, so do Connie's parents. They are all very supportive 

Steven did not want the diamonds to know about his regression at all unfortunately they found out by accident when they visited while he was regressed. They continuously bothered him about wanting to be there to take care of him until he had a breakdown and Connie and the gems stepped up to get them to back off. It’s still a bit of a strained topic with them though   

Steven honestly could almost do with less caregivers. Connie is who watches him the most followed by Greg. If he is in an older headspace then the gems are allowed to watch him since they helped raise him and know a bit about what to do. Lapis, peridot, and bismuth are only allowed to babysit and only if at least one other caregiver is present because they do not know how human children work at all 

Steven calls Connie by her name and calls Greg dad. He uses the gems names (or as close to their names as he’s able to say) most of the time however there have been one or two times when he’s slipped up and called both pearl and garnet some version of mom. They had a really long talk when he was out of headspace and he also discussed it with his therapist. He confided that he does see the gems as mothers in some ways but feels like fully calling them mom usually brings up too many complicated feelings about Rose for him and everyone else. 

Discipline was something he requested since it wasn't something he really had before. Connie modeled to the gems and Greg what an effective time out should be and that's what happens now when he breaks a rule. He rarely does but the structure is good for him and he likes knowing exactly what's going to happen if he does mess up

[ezekiel-krishna]

Favorite Food Types Based on Moon Signs 💫

Aries Moon:

If you have an Aries moon, you are likely to enjoy spicy and bold flavors. Your favorite foods might include hot sauces, chilies, and fiery curries. You also have a love for grilled meats and barbeque.

Taurus Moon:

People with a Taurus moon are known for their love of comfort food. You are likely to enjoy hearty and indulgent dishes such as mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, and meatloaf. You also have a sweet tooth and enjoy desserts like chocolate cake and ice cream.

Gemini Moon:

If you have a Gemini moon, you enjoy variety in your food choices. You might be a foodie and love trying new cuisines or experimenting with different ingredients. Your favorite foods might include sushi, tapas, or small plates.

Cancer Moon:

People with a Cancer moon have a strong emotional connection to food. You might enjoy comforting and nurturing dishes that remind you of home cooking or childhood meals. Your favorite foods might include chicken soup, mashed potatoes, and warm bread.

Leo Moon:

f you have a Leo moon, you enjoy foods that are bold and luxurious. You might prefer to dine out at upscale restaurants or enjoy fine dining experiences. Your favorite foods might include steak, lobster, and champagne.

Virgo Moon:

People with a Virgo moon have a love for natural and healthy foods. You might prefer to cook your own meals using fresh and organic ingredients. Your favorite foods might include salads, smoothies, and whole grains.

Libra Moon:

If you have a Libra moon, you enjoy foods that are aesthetically pleasing and visually appealing. You might enjoy dining out at restaurants with beautiful ambiance or hosting elegant dinner parties. Your favorite foods might include sushi, fine cheeses, and wine.

Scorpio Moon:

People with a Scorpio moon enjoy intense and complex flavors in their food. You might be a fan of spicy and bold dishes or rich and indulgent desserts. Your favorite foods might include dark chocolate, espresso, and spicy curries.

Sagittarius Moon:

If you have a Sagittarius moon, you enjoy adventurous and exotic foods. You might enjoy trying new cuisines or exploring different street food vendors. Your favorite foods might include tacos, pizza, and street food.

Capricorn Moon:

People with a Capricorn moon have a love for classic and traditional foods. You might prefer to cook your own meals using family recipes or enjoy dining at classic restaurants. Your favorite foods might include roast beef, mashed potatoes, and apple pie.

Aquarius Moon:

If you have an Aquarius moon, you enjoy foods that are unique and unconventional. You might enjoy experimenting with plant-based or alternative ingredients. Your favorite foods might include avocado toast, tofu, and vegan cheesecake.

Pisces Moon:

People with a Pisces moon have a love for comfort foods and sweets. You might enjoy indulgent desserts or rich and creamy dishes. Your favorite foods might include chocolate, ice cream, and macarons.

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[percysaidnever]

ted lasso s3e11 oh dear god

i’m not mentally stable enough to fully process so initial thoughts!!

I truly believe Phil Dunster filmed to boot room scene with the sole intention of making Brett Goldstein break character

THE PARALLELS from the very beginning of Ted being happy go lucky and loved while Rebecca is angst!! to now Ted’s mom being happy and loved while Ted is angst is truly amazing

plz rebecca getting in the team bus bc nora yelled at her about her private jet usage i love

SAM AND REBECCA TURNING TO EACH OTHER DURING THE END OF YOUVE GOT MAIL OMG

Beard’s nickname for Teds mom!!

Rebecca excited to know Teds mom!!

Mae dropping free therapy everywhere she goes?? love that for her!!

the boys showing up at Taste of Athens was so …? bc last time they were like fuck nate!! at the west ham game but now their like happy and healthy like the lovable himbos they are

this was not an episode about mother/son relationships and truly processing trauma, this was an episode about kebabs

the way Jade likes the things about Nate she doesn’t understand!!! (thinking 60 pgs is crazy but still picking up the pen to edit!!)

Roy and Keelee trying to steal follow Jamie is the funniest thing, especially when she’s farting between cars and Roy’s just on the sidewalk

he! went! to! see! his! mom!!!

i am very happy that Jamie has one canonically fantastic parent and fun baking stepdad!

also the crowd cheering him as he leaves truly made me tear up

the duality of the Roy Keelee posters in Jamie’s room

Ted and his mom having a real talk truly showing how much Ted has grown, especially with how he started off kinda anti-therapy to who he is now

question: what actually is meatloaf? I have no idea????

i know the whole thing is gonna end with Ted going back to Kansas and that’s why we have the whole, admittedly important for Ted, Henry part but I still want him to stay so badly and it feels right for the character to stay and bring Henry to Richmond

lmao the nose mask bc of Dani

Van Damme slayed so hard omg absolute king i love you baby keep saving those goals!

THE COACH BEARD LORE OMG

truly explains his dedication to Ted and why he was so angry with Nate, who hurt his friends and betrayed Teds trust the same way he did with the car

i know he’s but but for a second there i thought Jamie’s father was dead!?!

and i love Higgins and his refusal to move!! he’s so sweet!!

[briarpatch-kids]

you mentioned your husband hunting, what animals does he typically hunt? do you eat them? no pressure to answer, i’m from a city and curious about ethical hunting as a practice

We hunt deer and quail for food! My father in law retired from a fruit ranch this year and because he worked there lifelong and was the second generation in his family to do so, he's allowed to hunt on their land and we get really good deer that fed on fruit. Usually, one buck lasts both us and the in-laws a year for roughly $150, including license, tag, and butcher fees. I like to think it's one of the most ethical ways to get meat! Mainly because if allowed to reproduce without population control, deer will destroy the local environment through browsing and then starve because there's not enough food for all of them.

The way hunting tags work is that there's certain times of the year where you can hunt, then fish and game releases a certain amount of tags for deer based on how many there are and how many need to be gone to keep the land healthy. For example, hunting season just ended on one side of the river at the fruit ranch because there weren't that many deer over there and you could only get bucks of a certain age and size. The other side of the river has too many though, and hunting season just opened there with both bucks AND does.

Venison is a really good, low-fat meat, too. I really like it, and you treat it like very lean beef when you cook. I like using ground venison for things like chili and pasta. Or using it half and half with pork for meatloaf. I also think it's a nice way to connect to the land and our local environment. Between my foraging and gardening and my husband's hunting, we eat a ton of local foods and keep an eye on what's going on and how the environment is changing over time.

[pretty-princess-4ever]

240-250 calorie frozen meals 💕

Banquet mac and cheese-240

Healthy choice cafe steamers Mexican style street corn-240

Healthy choice power bowls Mediterranean style shrimp-240

Lean cuisine chicken in sweet bbq sauce-240

Healthy choice care steamers honey glazed turkey and potatoes-240

Healthy choice power bowls shrimp fajita-240

Lean cuisine creamy pasta primavera-240

Scott & Jon’s Buffalo shrimp mac-250

Michelina’s fettuccine alfredo with chicken and broccoli-250

Scott & Jon’s shrimp primavera orzo-250

Healthy choice golden roasted turkey breast-250

Lean cuisine meatloaf with mashed potatoes-250

Michelina’s lasagna with meat sauce-250

Scott & Jon’s shrimp risotto-250

Healthy choice cafe steamers chicken linguini with red pepper alfredo-250

Lean cuisine cheese ravioli-250

Smart ones fettuccine alfredo-250

Scott & Jon’s cilantro lime shrimp-250

Healthy choice cafe steamers four cheese ravioli and chicken marinara-250

Healthy choice simply steamers Mediterranean style lentil bowl-250

Healthy choice cafe steamers turkey sausage lasagna bowl-250

Scott & Jon’s garlic butter shrimp-250

Lean cuisine salisbury steak with macaroni and cheese-250