#how to party on a diet (drinking alcohol and losing weight)

[turn3tifosi]

II. dancing queen

paul aron x stranger!reader

dino's plan to get paul to cheer up works better than expected, thanks to the beautiful stranger

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Dino had dragged Paul to the club after the last race of the season. Of course they still had Macau left, but a night of partying never hurt anybody. Not even their diets (as long as they turned up to the gym on time.)

Paul’s mood had been sour the whole weekend because he knew he could have won the championship, if not for some decisions on the pit wall.

Add to that the fact that he was going to lose his spot in the Mercedes Junior Team because of, well, a certain driver.

“Hey! Come on! Look at that girl! She’s enjoying herself! Take some notes and enjoy yourself too!!” Dino screamed over the loud music before he took a shot. 

As Paul looked on to the girl Dino pointed at, the lights dimmed even more, but you didn’t look like you cared. You were still screaming and dancing to the songs, the music just right.

He wonders if you have a boyfriend. “If she did, he would be there with her right?” He reasons with himself in his mind. 

Dino, who is half drunk by now, is back by Paul’s side, “Come on Paulito! The night’s young and the music’s high! Let’s get on the dance floor!!” Screaming the last few words. 

Paul sighed, knowing Dino wouldn't take no for an answer. Reluctantly, he downed the rest of his drink and let himself be dragged towards the dance floor. The club was a frenzy of lights and music, the bass thumping so hard he could feel it in his chest. He watched as Dino started to dance, his movements erratic and joyful, perfectly in sync with the pulsing rhythm.

Paul scanned the crowd again, his eyes inevitably drawn back to you. You were lost in the music, a carefree smile on your face, your body moving with an ease and grace that made you stand out even more. He couldn't help but be captivated by your energy. It was like you were the living embodiment of the song that was currently playing – "Dancing Queen" by ABBA.

Feeling a bit more emboldened by the alcohol and the infectious energy around him, Paul started to move to the beat. It wasn't long before he found himself close to you, and for a moment, he hesitated. But then you turned and caught his eye, and the spark in your gaze gave him the courage to step closer.

"Hey," he said, leaning in so you could hear him over the music. "Having a good time?"

You laughed, nodding enthusiastically. "Absolutely! What about you? You look like you could use some cheering up."

Paul chuckled, surprised at how easily you seemed to read him. "Yeah, it's been a rough weekend. But I think you're right – maybe I do need to lighten up a bit."

You smiled brightly and grabbed his hand, pulling him further into the throng of dancers. "Then let's make it a night to remember!"

As the music continued, the two of you danced together, your movements synchronized as if you'd been doing this for years. For the first time in what felt like forever, Paul let go of his worries about the championship, the team, and his uncertain future. He was just another person on the dance floor, lost in the moment, enjoying the sheer exhilaration of the music and the company of a beautiful stranger.

Dino, watching from a distance, grinned and raised his drink in a silent toast to Paul. He knew his friend needed this – a night of pure, unadulterated fun, free from the pressures of racing and the weight of unmet expectations.

As the night wore on, Paul found himself laughing more than he had in months. The songs changed, but the energy remained electric, the crowd united in their collective euphoria. With each passing minute, the stress and disappointment of the season melted away, replaced by a sense of liberation and joy.

When the club finally started to wind down and the lights came up, Paul felt like a different person. He was still unsure about what the future held, but for the first time in a long time, he felt like he could face it with a smile.

As you exchanged numbers and promised to meet up again, Paul couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of hope. Maybe things wouldn't turn out so bad after all. And maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something new and exciting.

Walking out of the club with Dino by his side, Paul took a deep breath of the cool night air. "Thanks for dragging me out tonight, Dino," he said, clapping his friend on the back. "I really needed this."

Dino grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Anytime, Paulito. Anytime."

[trimtrend]

9 Ways to Stay on Track with Weight Loss Goals While Socializing

In the vibrant journey of weight loss, social gatherings can sometimes feel like navigating a minefield of temptations. From savory appetizers to decadent desserts, the fear of derailment is real.

But what if you could enjoy the best of both worlds? Imagine attending every party, dinner, and event with confidence, armed with strategies to keep your weight loss goals on track.

In this piece, we unveil nine lifesaving tips designed to help you relish your social life without compromising your health ambitions.

How to lose weight without dieting

1. Planning Ahead: Your Secret Weapon

Knowledge is Power

Before heading out, do a little homework. If the menu is available online, decide what to eat beforehand. This pre-planning prevents the overwhelming menu gaze and spontaneous, often regrettable, decisions.

Communicate Your Needs

Don't hesitate to suggest restaurants or venues that offer healthier options. Your friends and family will likely admire your dedication and might even join you in making healthier choices.

2. Hydrate, Hydrate, Hydrate!

Keeping water by your side is more than just a good health tip; it's a strategic move.

Feel Full, Eat Less: Drinking water before and during the event can help control your appetite.

Avoid Liquid Calories: Opting for water instead of sugary or alcoholic beverages cuts unnecessary calories.

3. Navigating the Buffet: A Strategic Approach

Buffet-style settings can be particularly challenging. Here's how to tackle them:

Survey Before Serving

Take a full lap around the buffet to assess your options before making any selections. This prevents the common trap of plate piling.

Plate Composition

Fill half your plate with vegetables, a quarter with lean protein, and the remaining quarter with whole grains. This balance keeps you satiated and nourished.

How to lose weight without dieting

4. The Power of Portion Control

Even with healthy choices, portion size is key.

Share the Love: Consider sharing a dish with a friend if the portions are large.

Mindful Eating: Eat slowly and savor each bite. It takes time for your brain to register fullness.

5. Smart Snacking: Your Ally

Never Go Hungry: Have a healthy snack before arriving to curb hunger and avoid overindulgence.

Keep Emergency Snacks: Pack portable, healthy snacks like almonds or fruit in case options are limited.

6. Master the Art of Saying No, Graciously

No Need for Explanations: Politely decline offers without feeling compelled to justify your choices. A simple "No, thank you" suffices.

7. Embrace Activity-Based Socializing

Shift the focus from eating to activities.

Suggest Active Outings: Propose walks, hikes, or dance classes as social gatherings.

Stay Engaged: Engage in conversations and activities to shift focus away from food.

8. Savor the Moment, Not Just the Meal

Practice Presence: Enjoy the company and the experience. Socializing isn’t just about eating; it’s about connecting.

9. Treat Yourself with Kindness

Slip-ups happen. It’s important not to let a minor detour turn into a significant setback.

Reflect and Reset: Acknowledge the slip, learn from it, and reset your focus on your goals.

"The key to success is not the absence of challenges, but the ability to navigate them with grace and resilience."

In conclusion, your social life and weight loss goals can harmoniously coexist. It's about making smart, conscious choices and not letting the fear of indulgence keep you from enjoying life's pleasures.

Take these strategies to heart, and watch as you confidently navigate social settings, making memories while staying true to your health and wellness journey.

Remember, balance is not something you find; it's something you create. So, go ahead, RSVP 'Yes' to that event, and arm yourself with these strategies. Your journey is yours to enjoy, every step of the way.

[hermitnine]

Journey with me to 120

Yesterday marked 9 days before my 24th birthday. I have felt a sort of restlessness and unease all my life, but especially since getting sober. I was and still am addicted to escapism. Before alcohol and drugs it was as simple as daydreaming. I forced my creativity into the backseat because sports were the cool thing to do, and I let my imagination become my kryptonite. I would fantasize about being in Disney movies, becoming a famous artist or lead singer in a band. I told myself that one day I was going to lose all the weight and I fantasized about the transformation and how others would treat me. I pictured becoming a huge success and outshining all the people who were horrible to me. I wanted to be hot for once, but I was weak and never held myself to the standard needed to change my life. I settled for delinquent friends in high school who treated me badly and introduced me to weed. I had so many nights in my late teens and early twenties where I blacked out at a party or a bar and ended up embarrassing myself. I got arrested, multiple times, and then ended up moving back to my hometown. This past March I finally got sober, I thought this would help with my acne or fat or life in general, but I find myself at a standstill. I am about to move out again after a year and a half of being treated like a child again, and I want to finally give my younger self the tough love she needs. Not emotional neglect or verbal abuse, but a cold hard reality check.

Many of us create vision boards, select idols and models to worship or look to for inspiration and make resolutions for the "New Year". At the end of the day, it's all talk and I have been a certified yapper for too long. In my mind I've verbalized this assumption that there is a future me that is skinny and knockout. I have been a couch potato, both mentally and literally. I am coming to the conclusion that changing is not comfortable. It is incredibly challenging, a pain in the ass and takes so much self discipline. I have my cravings, so I have decided as I begin to hit my goals I can start indulging occasionally in my vices.... A select few vices that is.

I weighed in the other day at 167 and I was appalled and disgusted. The heaviest I remember weighing myself at was 175, and I am too close to that not to punish myself a bit. I lit a fire under my ass and I knew that today I was going to start fasting. I am going to force myself to do so til after Saturday at the least (it is Tuesday today). I smoked my Black and Mild today, but from now on I won't be buying another until I hit 150. Maybe it would help with my hunger, but I need to have a reward to look forward to and it cannot be food. Really, I should have switched to cigarettes by now, maybe they would make a difference. I let myself have a kombucha today but no coffee, I am still deciding when I will reincorporate it. These are my ideal plans for the time being, but I haven't ever fully committed to this lifestyle so I may have to adjust my plans as I get into it.

6 day fast (if my energy allows maybe I can do this at the beginning of every month?)

Once I have completed my fast, my diet will consist of alkaline foods ONLY

Strictly water and tea, I will incorporate a kombucha only when I am extremely tired/ weak

Working out EVERY day

REWARDS (I am too neurospicy and need something to look forward to LOL)

150 - I will buy myself the incense I have been wanting

145 - I will take myself to the rock shop and pick something up

140 - I will book myself a CHEAP weekend trip

135 - I will get red light therapy :)))))

130 - I will get my hair done

125 - I will book myself another trip with better accommodations

120 - I will let myself drink again

To future me, don't give up. Do it for the flat stomach, do it for the slender legs and the collarbones and the bikini. Do it so you can feel light as a feather and hot for the first time in this life. Do it so people you once knew look at you in awe. Most importantly, do it for YOURSELF! Do it for all the versions of yourself that got you here!!

Without struggle, there is no progress

Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels

THE BEST REVENGE IS A KILLER BODY

This month's choices are next month's body

Suck it up and one day you won't have to suck in

Don't listen to your inner fatty she's an evil BITCH!!!!!!!

[thehealthcareinsights-blog]

Does Apple Cider Vinegar Hold the Key to Weight Loss Success

With the rise in technological advances, many influencers and fitness enthusiasts take to different social media platforms to showcase their content. Many of these people spread information and posts that are not completely factual and scientific, leading to many consumers listening, taking in, and believing content blindly. Most times information can apply to a certain group or individuals but may not work for others. Therefore, spreading general information as solutions to specific issues while being on different sides of a screen where both parties may be strangers and haven’t seen each other can have quite the opposite reaction and response when listened to blindly. Here in this article, let us discuss the facts and the efficacy of one such solution that is used in weight loss and also its benefits on the other hand. 

What is Apple Cider Vinegar?

Apple Cider Vinegar (ACV) is one kind of vinegar made up of fermented apple juice, sugar, and yeast. The preparation of AVC is carried out in two steps, the first step involves the conversion of crushed apple into alcohol by the activity of yeast. In the second step, bacteria are added to the solution of alcohol, and later fermentation is done to convert it into acetic acid, which is the essential element of vinegar.

ACV is taken in different ways like adding in a salad, cooking, pickles, marinades, and preservatives. Along with this, it has been used traditionally to fight against germs and as a medicine. It is also said that it helps boost metabolism and burn fat and appetite but there are no clear facts and pieces of evidence to prove them completely right. Some studies say that ACV might have a slight effect on losing weight when consumed along with proper diet and fitness exercise.

How does ACV work on weight loss?

There are several mechanisms by which ACV may affect weight loss one among them is the acetic acid present in ACV helps in reducing hunger and hence makes you feel a sense of fullness which in turn delays gastric emptying. Alongside it also has it impact on insulin and sugar levels in the blood which plays a vital role in regulating the storage of fat and metabolism. It is also been said that it reduces the accumulation of fats by promoting the activity of fat oxidation. However, it requires more case studies and scientific facts to prove the efficacy of ACV in reducing weight.

Case Study on Apple Cider Vinegar Diet Plan 

This case study explores the effects of ACV on young age people who are overweight. In Lebanon, invigilators conducted it with 120 people in the age group of 12 to 25 which included 74 females and 46 males. They had a Body mass index (BMI) ranging from 27 to 34 and were randomly split into 4 groups. While the first three groups were given three different quantities of ACV in one cup of water once per day, the fourth group was given a placebo liquid.

The diet and physical activity of the participants were recorded. The authors found the changes that there was a certain amount of weight loss and BMI in the people who included ACV in their diet when compared with people taking a placebo. The groups that drank high doses of ACV could see high weight loss and reduction in BMI. The rest variations of doses could also notice similar reductions in weight loss and invigilators say that there was not much difference in all the groups. The ACV intake in small quantities with dilution in water will not possess many side effects but a larger dosage will cause enamel, so avoid drinking it before bedtime.

Conclusion

In conclusion, the intake of ACV in the diet and using it in cooking is not wrong but taking it as a way or remedy for weight loss is not proven as a better way. Instead of only using ACV to reduce weight also focus on a healthier diet plan, regular exercise, sleep timing, and mental health which are effective and result-oriented. As with any dietary supplement, consult with a healthcare professional before making significant changes to your diet or lifestyle.

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The Secrets to Eating and Exercising for Lasting Energy

Research suggests that about one in four adults experiences fatigue that is unrelated to any serious medical condition. If you want to wake up feeling refreshed and sail through the day with more enthusiasm, the solution could be easy.

While infomercials and health food shops are full of products promising increased vigor, simple lifestyle changes are usually more effective. Learn how healthy eating and regular exercise can give you lasting energy.

Eating for Lasting Energy:

Choose healthy carbohydrates. Complex carbohydrates found in whole grains provide a steady source of energy. On the other hand, simple carbohydrates in cookies and other processed foods make your blood sugar rise and fall, leaving you more tired.

2. Control portions. Proteins and healthy fats provide some energy too. Include them in your balanced diet in sensible amounts.

3. Lose weight gradually. Being overweight contributes to fatigue because the body has to carry around excess pounds that may also interfere with sleep. If you want to lose weight, rather than depriving yourself of energy with crash diets, aim to lose about one pound each week.

4. Enjoy breakfast. Studies show that a hearty breakfast helps you to resist junk food later in the day. Fill up on eggs, Greek yogurt, and fruit. Eat soup and salad if you like them more than conventional breakfast foods.

5. Snack a little. Do you grow hungry in between meals or feel sluggish after a big lunch? Spreading your calories out with smaller meals and a few snacks may help keep you on an even keel.

6. Drink water. Dehydration is a major cause of fatigue, especially for older adults who often become less sensitive to thirst. Perk up with a glass of water or a cup of herbal tea.

7. Consume more iron. Younger women are susceptible to anemia related to iron deficiencies. Foods rich in this mineral include liver, beef, lentils, and spinach.

8. Consider supplements. Most healthy adults can get the nutrients they need from food alone. However, your doctor may advise you to take supplements if you’re a vegan or take certain medications.

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Exercising for Lasting Energy:

Understand the impact. While you might think that you’re too tired to move, working out increases energy for several reasons. Your body grows stronger, and you release chemicals that make you feel happier.

2. Do aerobics. Low and moderate intensity aerobics are especially helpful. Ride your bike or take a walk.

3. Have fun. Choose activities that you enjoy, so you’ll stick with your program. Invite a family member or friend to join you. You can support each other and have more fun.

Other Natural Ways to Increase Energy:

Sleep well. With the possible exception of deep meditation, there is no substitute for sufficient quantities of high-quality sleep. If you’re tired much of the time, go to bed earlier.

2. Manage stress. Chronic tension can also sap your energy. Experiment with relaxation practices to find what works for you. Call a friend or write in your journal to help you deal with challenging situations.

3. Quit smoking. Tobacco constricts your blood vessels, reducing the supply of oxygen and nutrients. It may also interfere with your sleep. If you’ve attempted to quit before, try again. It usually takes multiple efforts to succeed.

4. Limit alcohol. Tequila may make you feel like the life of the party, but alcohol is actually a depressant. Schedule some cocktail-free days each week to see if your energy level increases.

5. See your doctor. If you feel tired much of the time with no obvious reason, talk with your physician. An early diagnosis can rule out any medical cause or help you to access appropriate treatment.

6. Say goodbye to fatigue. A balanced diet and active lifestyle can give you the energy you need to enjoy the activities you love and accomplish more with less effort.

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Holiday Weight Gain? Marla Ahlgrimm Explains Why The Scale Goes Up As The Temperatures Go Down

The holidays are a time for feasting and celebration. But all of this merriment can bring with it extra pounds that last the entire year, says Marla Ahlgrimm. Some studies suggest that women are more likely to gain weight during the holidays than men, and while it does not seem fair, there are many reasons for the “winter weight.”

According to Marla Ahlgrimm, the biggest culprit for weight gain during the holidays is an abundance of food. We tend to go home to home and to different venues for meals, parties, and potlucks. It’s challenging to say the least to resist all of the delicious foods and snacks we don’t have access to all year long.

Marla Ahlgrimm also cites reduced physical activity. Many people are busy during the holiday season with shopping, decorating, and filling their social calendars. This can leave less time for the gym, running, and other activities that keep us fit. Further, Marla Ahlgrimm says that women tend to experience stress more prevalently during the holidays, which can lead to unhealthy eating habits and weight gain.

In addition to increased food, decreased activity, and elevated stress levels, Marla Ahlgrimm says there are other reasons that women, in particular, may see their scale shoot up higher than before from Halloween through New Year��s. These include:

Hormonal changes. Women’s hormones fluctuate throughout the month, and these natural fluctuations can affect appetite and weight gain. Throughout the holidays, women experience increased levels of cortisol, and the stress hormone can trigger weight gain around the abdomen. Plus, women have access to more snack-style foods throughout the holidays, which means they may feel more freedom to eat more when their hormones boost their appetite.

Social pressure. Although it might seem counterintuitive, Marla Ahlgrimm says that women feeling pressure to look their best about the holidays can lead to overeating – or worse, restrictive diets that bring on binge eating.

Lack of sleep. Sleep deprivation can have an effect on a woman’s eating habits and body weight. Marla Ahlgrimm explains that many people (especially moms) may experience prolonged sleep deprivation throughout the last three months of the year.

Alcohol consumption. Alcohol may be consumed in excess throughout the holidays. And, like cortisol, Marla Ahlgrimm says that alcohol intake can increase fat around the abdomen.

Seasonal depression. Marla Ahlgrimm says that many women experience seasonal depression once the sun begins to hide earlier in the day. This can lead to overeating and decreased physical activity, which work together against a woman’s healthy eating goals.

How To Avoid Weight Gain During The Holidays

Although you’re surrounded by captivating confections, Marla Ahlgrimm says it is possible to avoid weight gain throughout the holidays. First, she says to pay attention to your fullness cues. Eat slowly, savor every bite, and don’t overfill your plate. She also recommends saving the sugary drinks and snacks for genuinely special occasions and focusing on healthier options for your “everyday” eating.

Losing The Winter Weight

If you do find the scale ticking up higher than desired come January 1, don’t panic. Marla Ahlgrimm says that setting realistic goals and making small changes to your diet and exercise routine can help you lose 1 to 2 pounds per week. Remember, consistency is key to losing and maintaining your weight, and you can counter the effects of a few bad decisions on Thanksgiving and Christmas by paying attention to what you eat and do from January on.

Marla Ahlgrimm closes by reminding women to contact their primary health care physician if they believe their weight gain is not caused by celebratory indulgences. There are many health conditions that can increase a woman’s size, and it’s best to rule out any concerns before setting your New Year’s resolutions.

[ladykissingfish]

drunk Akatsuki hc? 🥺

Ask and ye shall receive! ((Sorry it took so long to get to/finish this. Also get the nagging feeling I did a post very similar to this before but 🤷🏽‍♀️ piss poor memory so))

Drinking with the Akatsuki

Kakuzu

Takes a lot to get him drunk; his alcohol tolerance is pretty damn high. And when he does reach that point, he becomes … very unlike himself. Friendly, smiling, and extremely loose with his precious money. Kakuzu being drunk is the best time to ask him for an advance on your pay, or a personal loan. Another bonus: drunk Kakuzu is storytime Kakuzu. When he’s sober, the others don’t really like listening to his stories because they’re all boring as hell, and are usually centered around some point that he’s trying to nag everyone on. But drunk Kakuzu, well, he’ll tell you about brawls, dangerous stunts he pulled when he was a kid, sometimes even old lovers. He can keep the rest of the Akatsuki enraptured for hours with his intoxicated tales. The morning after a night of drinking is a different tale, though. He’ll remember loaning money to people and hunt them down to make sure that know they have to pay him back, and he’ll deny like crazy any story tidbits that the others bring up to him. Will also go through several pots of pure black coffee in an effort to de-hangover himself more quickly.

Pein

The Pein bodies don’t drink, but Nagato will, very rarely. Beer is his drink of choice, and he’ll opt for foreign rather than domestic. He’s not really the type to get full-on drunk (no matter what he’s the Leader and he carries himself as such), rather he’ll just get slightly tipsy. If he gets tipsy enough he’ll rant a bit to whoever’s closest about pain, and the unfairness of life, and anything else that would put a downer on happy drinkers’ moods. He always hopes that the alcohol will help him to sleep (he’s a horrible insomniac) but most times it just gives him a slight headache while leaving him wide-wake and dry-mouthed.

Hidan

Nobody wants to be around this guy when he’s had too much to drink, because the normally violent Hidan becomes even more so after hitting the booze. He’ll be willing to take on any and everyone, from teenagers to old men. And being immortal doesn’t help matters any; he could literally get torn limb from limb and his mouth would still be taunting his opponents with “Is that the best ya got, bastard??” Drinking also brings out his creative side when it comes to his human sacrifices and Jashin rituals; he’ll think up new (and horrible) ways to torment and kill his victims. Is the type to finally, FINALLY just completely pass out after reaching his final tolerance point, and the others will (reluctantly) drag him to his room and put him in his bed. Not many are willing to do this, however, as most times before he passes out he’ll have stripped himself completely naked.

Tobi

An emotional drunk. Gets sad and cries over practically anything. And it doesn’t take much to get him tanked, either; his tolerance level is embarrassingly low and he’ll be ready to sob after just a couple of glasses of wine. Tobi tries to avoid drinking when he can because he knows there’s a good chance of him dropping his persona and letting the others see Obito Uchiha. In fact this HAS happened a few times, where he’a taken off his mask and everything; fortunately for him the others were so gone that the next day they either didn’t remember, or believed that had just imagined the whole thing. Likes to soothe himself by slurring sad love songs at the top of lungs, joined most frequently by Deidara and Hidan. Will also drunkenly stuff his face with meats, which is a complete opposite from his sweet-loving sober self. He can throw down a dozen burgers when boozed up, the results of which will likely be in puddles all over the floor the next day. Will go to his bed and turn around in circles a bunch of times, like a dog, before finally going to sleep. “Tobi” will be the quietest he’s ever been the next day, as he fights a massive headachy hangover.

Konan

For being such a thin, delicate girl, Konan can hold her liquor right up there with the likes of Kakuzu and Kisame. One might never even know that she’s drunk to begin with; she walks perfectly straight, doesn’t slur her words, has almost perfect reflexes and normal mannerisms. One thing always gives her away, however; drunk Konan is hungry Konan. Under normal circumstances the little lady sticks to a healthy diet and isn’t one for over-indulging in anything. One shot or beer too many, and suddenly the gloves are off. Konan will make pizza, hotdogs, gigantic sundaes, cakes and pies … and devour almost all of it. She’ll share with the others if asked … but most times she’s eaten so much that there’s not much left to share. When she’s finally had her fill, she’ll go to bed … and wake up feeling sick as a dog the next morning. After the nausea passes, she’ll force herself to go for a long run or walk, no matter how much her head may be aching, in order to work off her excessive calorie intake.

Zetsu

Zetsu doesn’t drink, because alcohol interferes with his plant genetics, acting as literal poison to his system. But he enjoys being around the others when they’re drunk, to see the different types of personalities that emerge. Likes to hang around Hidan in particular, as the man’s sacrifices pick up significantly when he’s drunk, meaning Zetsu has more of a smorgasbord of leftovers to pick from

Sasori

As a puppet, Sasori doesn’t drink. But when he was a human, it was a different story. He turned himself into a non-human at a very young age, much younger, of course, than would have been the legal drinking age. But his grandmother kept a variety of wines in their home, and when she was away, he liked to pour himself a glass. Always only a single glass; he was intelligent enough both to know that his grandmother would notice if any larger of a quantity was missing, and, already dabbling in making poisons at this point, he understood the concept of “tolerance” better than most. But the single glass was enough; it seemed to comfort him during those nights when he was missing his mother and father. The wine also served as a brain-opener for him, of sorts: it was over wine that he first got the idea of turning himself into a puppet.

Deidara

Being young and so slender, and not having much experience with alcohol before joining the Akatsuki, the blonde is a bit of a light-weight when it comes to the hooch. He doesn’t really care for beers or ales (he compares the taste to “cat-piss”) and instead goes for the fruity mixed drinks that don’t SEEM that strong … until you’ve had about three or four, and they put you on your ass. Deidara becomes very lovey-dovey when drunk, and not just in a romantic sense. Alcohol makes everyone in the world his friend, and he’s suddenly interested in what others have to say about life and art. He’s even nice to Itachi, going so far as to hug him and tell him that he smells good, something that he will vehemently deny the next day. He’ll go to Sasori and cling to him and gush about how he appreciates his friendship and his guidance, until Sasori gets tired of him and tells him to go to sleep. Deidara can get to his room on his own, but once the door closes, he’s more likely to pass out on the floor than in his own bed. Also, if he didn’t think to tie up his long hair beforehand, he’ll be in for a nasty, messy surprise when he inevitably wakes up to vomit at some point.

Itachi

Itachi isn’t one to ever let himself lose control of his senses, no matter the situation. Therefore, if he’s drinking with the others, he’ll stick to one or two beers or a single shot before cutting himself off for the evening. He plays much of a “mom” role in the group, making sure the others are okay, lending a shoulder to cry on for the emotional drunks, and, if they’re out somewhere, making sure everyone gets home safe and sound. On the rare, RARE occasions he drinks by himself, and lets go of his hesitation, he’s just as emotional a drinker as Tobi (which is quite possibly an Uchiha trait). He’ll cry into his pillow, he’ll sit and lament over the choices he’s made in life. Sometimes he’ll find and put on the saddest song or movie he can think of, just so he has something to get emotional over. Although this sounds bad, this is actually a helpful bit of therapy for him, as it allows him to release emotions that he normally keeps bottled up. He’ll end a night of solo drinking with a cup of tea, then go quietly to bed, sleeping like a rock until the sun comes up and things go back to normal.

Kisame

Right up there with Kakuzu as being a guy that can hold his liquor like a champ. In fact his ability to do so has won him many drinking challenges at bars, as well as a formidable reputation as “one bad ass son of a bitch”. It also helps him confidence-wise; normally the half-shark is very reserved and keeps to himself, as he feels that his appearance is off-putting and scary to “normal” people. But alcohol loosens him up and gets him talking, and being bold, and many people find this switch in personality to be highly attractive. Ladies especially take notice of his smile, his eyes … and his muscles. He even scores several phone numbers from interested parties … but by the time he’s sober again, he never follows through with calling anyone. Also helps Itachi in that he keeps an eye on the others when they drink, to make sure that they’re safe.

[ohblackdiamond]

“you win again” fic tidbit (ace/paul, 1988) (pg-13)

I mentioned that this story was in the works awhile back. It’s about 40 percent there, I’d say. I stuck it under a cut because it’s a bit long. There’s a very obvious gap between the second and third parts that needs cleaning up, but the gist is there.

teaser: The truth is, his own distaste for the era makes it obvious he’s not a part of it. Paul can’t keep up with what’s in now, and that’s the surest sign he’s out. Thirty-six is too close to forty. Too old to play the game. He’s square. He’s fucking square.

“you win again”

by Ruriruri

No one knows the man he may become when he loses his self-respect. —Camille

There’s nothing to recommend the Cat Club. The big names don’t come here, just the has-beens. The security’s perfunctory. The parties laughable. But Paul comes anyway. Frequently. All the Cat Club asks out of him is a shave and a bit of halfassed charm, and all he gets in return is a drink and maybe a lay and the vaguest passing memory of the way things used to be.

Studio 54, the Ice Palace, all the old haunts are carcasses. Paul’s heard that the Limelight’s in now, their club owner some one-eyed, painfully straight Canadian, which is a sure sign the scene’s got to be dead in the water. Kids ten, fifteen years younger than him run the promotions. The shit that he remembers, aquariums underfoot at the discotheques, coke handed out at the door, orgies downstairs, all that’s gone. The big clubs get their pull from day-glo bright mascot characters and raunchy freakshows, pure excess that makes for a lousy bedfellow with AIDS and designer drugs. He doesn’t understand the appeal. He gets cynicism; he gets hedonism. But the nihilism he finds utterly repulsive.

The truth is, his own distaste for the era makes it obvious he’s not a part of it. Paul can’t keep up with what’s in now, and that’s the surest sign he’s out. Thirty-six is too close to forty. Too old to play the game. He’s square. He’s fucking square.

The lines on his face aren’t too bad. His cheekbones are maybe more prominent than they need to be. Paul’s watched Gene’s weight fluctuate over the years and hated the way it scared the hell out of him. They’d sworn to each other way back that they’d diet off at least twenty pounds apiece before they’d dare get a real band together. Paul’d kept that weight off, and more, but to Gene, it’s just become another mostly tossed aside tenet. The way he looks doesn’t matter to him. Maybe it shouldn’t anymore. He’s had Cher and Diana Ross and he has Shannon Tweed now. Great girls, all of them, better than the vapidly beautiful women Paul’s tried to make a go of it with. If Gene can attract all of them without giving a shit about his weight or his looks, maybe Paul ought not to care so much.

Except, as always, Gene’s looks just aren’t the appeal. Gene’s being in a band isn’t even exactly the appeal, no; Gene would probably still be stacking away entire albums of Polaroids if he were a senator or a school superintendent. Gene’s appeal is Gene. The total package. Confidence glimmering like grease on a burger.

Paul’s no total package of anything. Some assembly required. Batteries not included. His looks get him into beds, sometimes, and his personality gets him right back out of them before too long. Twenty-one years with Hilsen and there’s still nothing he can do about the latter, but he can at least try to preserve the former.

But what really bothers him about his mirror’s reflection isn’t the age imprinting itself on his face, or the three or four grays he plucks every month, or even the way his hair’s gradually gotten thinner, the curls more like frayed wires, brittle from years of dye and bleach and teasing. It’s the look in his eyes. Sometimes he catches a glimpse of something wholly desperate in them. And it’s not just in scattered, low moments on tour or in the privacy of his own bathroom. He’s caught that look playing back tapes of himself guest-VJing and interviewing on MTV. It’s the look of somebody—somebody scraping for relevance.

He’s ashamed of that. Ashamed because that look got in his eyes so fast, ashamed because he wasn’t able to savor those scant moments of being on top. He remembers thinking ten years ago, so cocky and self-assured, that the Stones were getting sloppy and long in the tooth, that maybe they needed to bow out before they got to be a bigger embarrassment onstage. They’d come out with Some Girls later that year, so what the hell did he know. What the hell did he know about anything.

There’s legends, real legends. Real greatness. There’s rockstars and then there’s rock gods. Chuck Berry. Muddy Waters. The Beatles, the Stones, fuck, even the Beach Boys with their obnoxious California sound created something eternal. KISS hasn’t. KISS won’t. KISS peaked at lunchboxes and pinball machines, and KISS descended—well, KISS is still descending. It’s just a matter of time before Gene lets the whole enterprise fold like a lawn chair.

Too close to forty, Paul takes a seat at an empty table and orders a Pepsi, and he tries to look for a girl the way a security guard might look for a shoplifter. His vantage point isn’t great. The crowd isn’t great. But maybe there’s someone he could waste his time with, someone that would humor him for an evening.

He hasn’t had that in longer than he wants to admit.

Oh, he’s with people. He’s with Samantha, but the age gap depresses the hell out of him. There’s always that tacit understanding between entertainers, anyhow, the knowledge that they’re both going to fool around on each other that goes almost unmentioned. Sometimes he wants to make a clean break of it, start something sincere, whether with her or some other girl, stripped away from the publicity rags, but then his own lonesomeness gets the better of him. Like right now. It’s just not enough to be wanted by one girl when he used to be wanted by thousands. It’s not enough to fill two-thirds of an auditorium when he’d once played Madison Square Garden.

It’s just empty.

He sees a tall, pretty blonde before too long, by herself and practically poured into a sparkling silver dress, hair wildly permed. He’s about to make a move towards her when he hears a sound that stops him dead in his tracks. It’s not so much a laugh as a cackle. He hasn’t heard it in two years at least, but he’d recognize it on his deathbed.

It’s Ace Frehley. Ace Frehley, here at the Cat Club.

--

Paul’s never known Ace to go anywhere unaccompanied. Now’s no exception. Standing with him is some long-haired guy that Paul doesn’t recognize from the rock scene. Not that that means much, these days. Ace’s arm is looped behind the guy’s shoulders, though the guy doesn’t seem too comfortable with it. Paul purses his lips, trying to gauge their relationship from fifteen feet away, but it doesn’t end up mattering. Ace spots him after not even five seconds, and stumbles to him, with the guy in tow.

“Paul! How are you, man?”

“Ace,” he says, standing up on automatic, reaching for Ace’s free hand. Ace’s palm is damp in his.

“Oh, oh, lemme introduce you, Paulie, this is--” and Ace untangles his other arm from the guy, “this is Gordon. Gordon, y’know who this is.”

“Paul Stanley,” Paul says anyway, offering his hand again. Gordon takes it with all the cursory indifference of being introduced to a fourth cousin at a funeral.

“Gordon plays keyboard,” Ace says. “He’s real good.”

“Cool.” Paul can feel his mouth twist a bit. It’s petty to already be bristling a bit, only a few sentences in, but he can’t seem to stop himself. He’s so used to faking being cordial that the words still come out warmly enough to his own ear. “C’mon, have a seat. Plenty of room.”

--

“He’s using you.”

“I know.”

“Don’t you care?”

Ace shrugs.

“I’m running low on friends, Paul.” A quick quirk to his mouth. “Maybe you are, too.”

“I only ever had the one.”

“Bullshit. You still got at least three, if you want them.”

--

“I’ve got a place in California. This is just a rental,” Paul lies. He owns this shitty apartment outright. “My parents are getting older, y’know, it’s good to have somewhere close by. And Ericka--”

“She’s gotta be in high school now.”

“She’s graduating in May.”

“Shit, man.” Ace shakes his head. “Monique’s gonna be eight this year.”

“I’ll send her something.”

Ace waves his hand absently.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“C’mon, let me--”

“You ain’t sent her anything in six years. Don’t start now.” Ace pauses, glancing at Paul in a flickering, fleeting way, and then he shakes his head. “Sorry, man, I didn’t mean it bad.”

Paul doesn’t say anything else for awhile, just crosses over to the kitchenette and opens the refrigerator. He takes out two Diet Cokes, handing one over to Ace, who looks at it before handing it back.

“’S fine. I’m not thirsty.”

“I don’t have any alcohol, Ace.”

“I don’t really want it.”

“You don’t?”

Ace shakes his head.

“What do you want?”

“Dinner and a movie, Paulie.” Ace’s mouth quirks up. “Dinner, we’ll have some of your fucking Lucky Charms; movie, we’ll put on an porno.”

“Ace--”

“What’ve you got, anyway?” And he’s scurrying to the T.V. set. Beneath it is his tape player and a few stacks of movies still in their packaging. His workout tapes. And there--

[drdln3-blog]

Is there a long-term solution to America’s weight problem?

More than half of all American adults are overweight and it's hard to turn on the TV without encountering a commercial for another weight loss remedy. This growing epidemic of obesity has not spared even the young school children who are showing high blood pressure, and other psychological and social problems related to overweight.

 Overweight is not only a personal problem but has become a national crisis that drains our financial resources. Over 30 billion dollars are spent annually on weight reduction efforts in the United States, and the 30 billion dollar figure does not include the medical costs resulting from obesity-related diseases. For example, approximately 100,000 coronary by-passes are performed yearly at an average cost of over $70,000 each (i.e. $7 billion per year), and about 1,000 people in the U.S. alone die every day of cancer.

 Weight control can help with many of the health-related problems which can reduce insurance and medical bills; and help solve the national health care crises.

 Many of us know that to maintain a desirable weight is good, not only in terms of good looks, but more importantly, in terms of good health. However, the relationship between proper weight and health is more complicated than you think. The scales and scientific methods for calculating overweight and over all fat amounts are important, but more important in terms of health is where you carry the fat more than how much extra fat you carry. One of our aims is to tackle this problem, and to provide an effective technique to lose weight. Overweight or obesity is probably one of the most important dietary problems talked about and written about today.

 Weight problems are rare in populations where a lot of natural fruits, vegetables and whole grains are consumed. But excess weight is a common problem in developed countries like the United States, where the progress of scientific and technical development has led to the common use of processed and refined foods, as well as use of growth hormones for profitable animal farming. One of the obvious effects of this move is the high caloric intake resulting from the decreased volume of processed foods. In other words, over-consumption of calories to fill the stomach that leads to an overweight. Traces of growth hormones from farm animals are also a contributing factor for the overweight problem.

 Not only the diet but life style, whether sitting on a computer or watching TV or using a car or phone, is equally responsible for overweight crises. The problem is a new one; never before has man had so wide a choice-or so regular a supply-of good food; or such easy access to vehicles or phones that even natural exercise such as walking requires a special effort.

 All kind of diets, exercise programs and other solutions have not worked even though it has become a billion dollar industry. If it did, we will not have all these grim statistics and over-weight people walking around.

 I have known whatever is to know about weight, health, yoga, meditation from East as well as scientific approach from West. I have studied at Yale University, USA in the West, and Punjab University, India in the East. I have written 12 guides combining Eastern and Western approach to health from happiness to longevity.

 However, I could not reduce even 5 pounds with typical diet and exercise. Look below my daily eating habits and other life style that many of us including medical and scientific experts can call ideal. Here it is my typical day:

After getting up in the morning:

1 cup of tea with no sugar but little skim milk

Breakfast: ¼ cup Oatmeal cereal

Snack: Apple, Banana or other fruit

Lunch: About one cup Frozen Vegetables microwaved, plus egg-white from boiled egg.

Evening Snack: Mostly Tea only (rarely a bran muffin).

Super: Two whole wheat (or millet) chapattis equivalent to about 2 slices of bread. Vegetable cooked Indian style with spices and little olive oil.

Drink plenty of water, 2 cups skim milk, no soda, no alcoholic drink (except in a company or at a party).

Exercise: About 5-10 minutes of yoga stretches in the morning. 3-4 miles walk in the evening.

 This schedule is quite healthy and has kept me disease free, pain free and youthful in all aspects so far in my 70s now.

 You will wonder what is left to tell that can reduce weight and stomach after following the above schedule. I was thinking the same till I tried something very simple and very effective. It can be done anywhere, anytime and requires no special equipment. And this is not even any diet or vigorous exercise or some nutrient, vitamin, hormone, and drug that I am promoting. I am talking about time to kapalbhatise; What's so different about this Kapalbhati Technique that Works!; How does It Work for Weight Loss!; Supplemental Exercises to Boost Energy; Science behind Success of this program.

 “Reduce stomach naturally without surgery; you will lose weight and look great. It's that simple.”

 References: “A Simple Solution To Americas Weight Problem” “The Power of Breathing”

 About the Author: Dr. Sukhraj S. Dhillon is an eminent Scientist with numerous research publications in life sciences who studied at Yale University and served as a Professor at University in North Carolina. He has written more than a dozen books on topics of Health, Aging, Vegetarianism, Weight control, Stress-free living, Meditation, Yoga, Power of Now, Spirituality, Soul, God, Science, and Religion. His articles and books are a pointer to his line of thinking including current publication. He has been the President, Chairman of the board, and life-trustee of a non-profit religious organization and has expressed his views in the congregation and at international seminars.  http://www.dpcpress.com/pa.html

https://www.amazon.com/Dr.-Sukhraj-S.-Dhillon/e/B004584DL0

[stanbillyhargrove]

Ghosts chp 20

Ally's Story

T/W: sexual assault, eating disorder

Ally's story is NOT nice, it's based off Cat's story from Demons but without the support system that Cat had

Katrina's POV

Ally was perched on the end of my bed, watching as I changed the bandages on my stomach. I taped sterile white gauze to my skin and eased myself back onto the bed with a groan.

"You've been hanging around a lot," I mumbled.

"Do you not want me here? I can leave."

"No! Wait, stay. Please, I like the company. I just mean, I hadn't seen you in a long time."

"When he's around we can't get close to you," she explained, "he keeps us away. But he's weak right now."

She sat back against the wall with a sigh, eyeing me after catching me staring at her, "what?"

"What's your story, Ally? What happened to you?"

She held her arms up so I could see the two long cuts that ran down her forearms, "isn't it obvious?"

"That's not your story, not all of it."

She dropped her arms into her lap, "you don't have to pretend to care. I'm already dead."

I stretched my hand across the bed, reaching for her, "I do care."

Her eyes were teary when she met my gaze, her jaw tight, but she still moved closer to take my hand.

--

"Mommy, Daddy's home," I announced.

She shook her head, "no, sweetie, he's not off work for a couple hours."

But then, a few minutes later, he walked through the door. Sent home early because of the blizzard sweeping through town. My mother brushed it off, saying I must have seen his car even though I was playing nowhere near the windows at the time.

That feeling, that sense of knowing, it never went away. As I got older, I realized it wasn't normal to know when someone was getting close. It wasn't normal to turn around and yell out your friends names when they were trying to sneak up on you. I started losing friends fast, nobody wanted to be associated with the outcast. The chubby cheeked weirdo that gave everyone the heebie jeebies.

I was twelve when the bullying shifted from my weirdness to my weight. The rest of my classmates had shed their baby fat and were lean where I still had a layer of pudge. That's when everything started to turn for the worst. Boys who knew I was crushing on them would sneer and laugh to their friends when I passed them. They'd pretend to like me outside of school just to turn around and shun me once in a group of classmates. Girls looked down on me, snickered when they saw me eating lunch.

Comments started coming from my family through the years too. Things like, 'haven't you eaten enough?' 'You know, everything you put on has to come off.' 'A moment on the lips, forever on the hips.' And, 'do you think you need seconds?'

My mom too, liked to tell me how little she weighed as a teenager. Joked about how her and her friends would compare thigh gaps like it was no big deal. She complained about how much she weighed now that she'd had me even though she still looked like she could be whisked away by a strong breeze. She thought she was helping by telling me maybe I'd have more friends, maybe boys would like me if I lost some weight.

At fifteen I found a website filled with pages and pages of wispy girls who's bones stuck through their skin. Girls who bragged that they had to wear children's clothes because nothing else fit, bragged about the amount of exercise they'd done that day. They shared tips and tricks to curb your hunger, told you if you followed all the rules you too could be beautiful, weightless, like them.

By sixteen, I was one of them. Comparing each days food and exercise with a group of people like me. I finally found my people, my sisters, the ethereal Wintergirls. I fed exclusively off people's compliments and they loved to tell me how much better I looked now. My mom praised my hard work, indulged my diet coke addiction. She was proud to have created a Wintergirl in her image.

Nobody in those groups liked to talk about the negatives. They didn't warn me that becoming one of them wouldn't be glamorous. That it meant constantly freezing, that your body starts growing more hair to keep you warm, that the hair on your head will get thin and lifeless, your nails turn blue and even a light brush will leave bruises on your skin. They didn't tell me that no matter what goals you hit, there would always be another. I wasn't prepared for my life to become consumed by numbers. How many sit ups, how many inches, tracking weight down in a notebook and sobbing if was more than last time. They didn't mention that I'd still hate myself no matter what.

I started swallowing handfuls of pills, secretly hoping that this time it would be enough to poison my liver. I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don't know that I want to die. I want to be normal, to eat and not hate myself, but that's not who I am anymore.

I kept waking up, forced to struggle through another day. Started drowning myself in alcohol every night and on the weekends, trying to find something to make me feel again. Some of the more popular girls started talking to me, asking for the secret on how to look as good as I do now, inviting me to parties hoping to get me to spill. I went to the parties but not to spill my secrets. I went for the free alcohol and eventually the drugs that the boys brought.

I had found my usual party group, the people who carried baggies of various things in their pockets. Accepted a baggie from a baby faced jock who smiled when he passed it to me.

"It'll be fun," he whispered in my ear, "trust me."

I looked at the pills for a moment before tossing them into my mouth and taking a swig of my drink to swallow them down.

"Good girl," he praised.

He didn't leave my side, didn't let me leave his sight. He was always there with an arm around me even though I didn't know him. Tempting me with tinted eyes.

This doesn't feel right.

I should have known better.

After a while, I started to feel weird. My limbs felt too heavy to move and I thought I was going to pass out. I leaned heavy into the boys side, not trusting my legs to keep me up anymore.

"It just hit you, didn't it?" He asked, holding me up.

My tongue felt too thick to move, to protest, when he picked me up. Threw me over his broad shoulder and took me back to his house.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you," he soothed.

I struggled to cry out, to push his hands away but he was so much bigger than me, had layers of muscle where I had only bone. His hands were too rough when he grabbed, when he held my wrists in one hand and undressed me with the other.

I tried again to move my legs, to fight him, but nothing worked.

"Relax," he murmured, "I'll make you feel good."

The room faded in and out through eyes blurry with tears. I could feel him. Everywhere. Every inch of me consumed by his warmth. The moments where I could almost grasp clarity were filled with pain.

He wiped a tear from my cheek, his touch tender now when he whispered, "I know you're into it...God, you feel so good."

I didn't wake up again until sometime in the morning. The sun had barely kissed the sky, just enough that the room I was in wasn't pitch black anymore. Just enough light to see that the sheets I was wrapped in were blue, not white. Just enough light to know I didn't know where I was. It took me a moment to realize there was someone else in the bed with me, a large arm wrapped loose around my waist. Tanned skin tight around broad shoulders that I might have felt safe in before. I screwed my eyes shut tight, hoping this was a horrible nightmare. But, when I opened them I was still here. The dark bruises in the shape of his fingers still stuck on my skin, the pain was still there.

I slid out of the bed, biting the inside of my cheek and praying that I could get out of here without him waking up. Apparently the universe thought I deserved this small favor because I was able to find my stuff, get dressed and slip out of his house without anyone seeing me.

Outside, I pulled my phone from my pocket to figure out where I was. I was an hour's walk away from home. By the time I got home...I'd have to get ready for school right away. I sent out a quick text to my group for someone to bring me something strong to get me through the day and started my long walk of shame.

I did the best I could to hide all the bruises under my clothes before going to school. Long sleeves pulled down into my fists, dark leggings, I even layered on a shirt with the tallest neckline I could find. Hid the red circles around my eyes under dark makeup and called it good enough.

I disappeared into the crowd at school, slinking from shadow to shadow like I was hiding from a spotlight. Thankfully, someone answered my text and slipped a baggy into my pocket during a quick hug. I wasted no time swallowing the pills, didn't even question it. I just needed everything to stop.

I only got through my first class without seeing him.

I was at my locker when suddenly I was picked up and spun around. I was too shocked to do anything more than shriek. Hit the ground and spun around to find myself face to face with that same boy. The star of the football team, he was all broad shoulders and a soft, innocent face. He came from money and everybody loved him because of it. But, of course, they didn't know what really lied behind that sweet face.

"Hey babe," he cooed, "missed you this morning. You could have stayed, I would have driven you home."

The breath rushed from my lungs and I was reliving flashes of memories from the night before. Once again trying and failing to fight back. Hearing his voice in my ear.

"Hey, Bryce!" Another jock clapped him on the shoulder, "introduce us to your girlfriend!"

"I..your...what?" I stammered.

"Guys, Ally...Ally, guys," he beamed, pulling me into his side.

The group of them said their hellos, and then quickly disappeared to their own lockers. I shoved him as hard as I could, but I barely moved him an inch. He still had a smile on his face even though his eyebrows had knit with confusion.

"Your girlfriend?" I hissed.

"Well, yeah? I assumed, after last night, y'know?"

"You assumed!"

He lifted his hands defensively, "take it easy, don't need to shout."

I spun and stalked away from him, to a quieter, more secluded corner of the school to try and calm my nerves.

He followed me, practically purring, "trying to find somewhere private for us?"

I stopped, dumbfounded, giving him time to come up behind me and plant a kiss to my neck.

I recoiled, shoving Bryce away and shouting, "get off me!"

"What the fuck is your problem? You gave it up so easy last night and now you're gunna act like a prude?"

"I...I didn't give anything! You took! You drugged me, carried me home when I couldn't walk and had sex with me when I couldn't say no! You raped me!"

"Babe," he started, "come on-"

"No! Don't fucking call me babe, I don't even know you! I'm not your girlfriend! I'm your victim!"

He got in my face, close enough I could feel the heat from his skin, and growled, "fuck you. We could have been something, y'know? I could have given you everything. You asked for the drugs, remember? You're just a fucking whore, using men to get what you want and then dropping them. You wait, I will fucking destroy you."

By the afternoon, everybody had seen the pictures he took of me unconscious and were calling me a whore. Calling me a skeleton, ugly, a tease, a user. Nobody could believe I didn't want it. 'Look at him,' they'd say, 'he's gorgeous. How could you not want him?' Or, 'I'd give anything to have him even look at me and you're complaining?'

--

It only took a couple days before someone approached me outside of my class. Asked if I'd sleep with him if he gave me something.

"Are you serious? You think I'm a prostitute or something? Try being a gentleman and asking a girl on a date, you'd have a better chance."

His eyebrows raised, "you wanna go on a date with me?"

"Not now I don't, shitdick," I scoffed, pushing my way into class.

Later that day, people were saying I'd slept with him anyway.

--

This went on for months. People would approach me asking for sex and when I turned them down, they made up a story and spread it around.

There was one boy...I thought he was different. He said all he wanted was to take me on a date, for me to give him a chance. So I did. I let him take me out for a coffee since I didn't eat in front of anyone. We actually had a good time, he made me laugh for the first time in a long time. For a minute, I felt like maybe I could see a way out of the dark.

Then, our way out of the cafe, I thought I saw a glimpse of Bryce but when I looked again, I didn't see him.

He drove us away from the city, to a secluded area where it was just the two of us. We sat in the back of his car, talking for a while until he brought me close and kissed me. Fingers started to tug at clothing, pulling a noise of protest from my throat.

"I took you out," he murmured, "now be a good girl for me."

I let my mind go blank, let him take what he wanted. Saw Bryce in his place and let a few tears fall silently.

I realized that no matter how good I thought things could be, no matter what I do, Bryce would still be on top of me and I still wouldn't be able to breathe. He'd always be there, sneering that he'd destroy me.

--

Eating was hard. Breathing was hard. Living was the hardest.

I felt like I had started dying the night Bryce took me home. Like everything since then had to have been a fever dream caused by cells deteriorating. Last night had nailed that feeling home. That I was already dead, just stuck in hell.

I showed up at school to see a snickering crowd in front of my locker. 'Whore' was painted across the door along with 'Liar' and 'Dirty Slut'.

Standing at the front of the crowd with a wicked grin on his face was Bryce and the rest of the football team.

He invaded my space, my senses, the heat radiating from his skin threatening to burn me up. The heady cologne he wore, a toxic gas that stole oxygen from my lungs and replaced it with poison.

His voice, low and husky in my ear when he sneered, "nobody believes you. Nobody cares about you. I bet nobody would even care if you were gone," he pulled away just enough to look into my eye, "I win."

I was holding back tears as I tried to retreat from the school, walking as fast as I could to escape the laughter when my arm was caught in someone's hand. I looked up at the girl who grabbed me and recognized her from some of my classes. We weren't really friends but we were close enough to know each other.

"You okay?"

I faked a smile, tried to ignore my voice cracking, "awesome...I'm awesome."

"Hey, screw those assholes, Ally."

I knew she was trying to help, that she thought her words would be enough to break through months of abuse hurled my way.

They weren't.

My shoulders slumped, "haven't you heard? I already did."

I slipped between her fingers and didn't look back.

--

"Whatever happened to chivalry?" Ally sighed, leaning against the wall next to me, "romance? I always wanted a relationship like in those cheesy old movies. You know, where the love interest makes some grand gesture to say they love you? That's what I dreamed of."

I wiped the tears from my face, "Ally.."

She smiled sadly at me, "I always thought I'd find the one when I became perfect. That if I could just be good enough...but that never happened, perfect never came."

@alias-b @charmed-asylum @champagnesugamama

[lovemesomesurveys]

Don’t you just love the smell of Hollister and Abercrombie and Fitch? I actually did used to like it. 

When a bee is coming close to you, do you stand still or run away? I back away somewhat quickly, but try not to make a big show of it because I know it’s advised to be calm, but I see a bee and I freak. 

Are you self conscious about wearing a bathing suit? Absolutely, so I don’t wear one. 

Do you make reminders for important things you need to remember? Yeah, I make great use of the calendar, notes, and reminder apps on my phone.

If you had to play one sport for a living, what would it be? Gah, that would not work for me. I’m not athletic at all and I have zero interest in sports.

Was the last person you texted single? No, he’s with my mom.

Do you get jealous easily? No. I haven’t felt jealous in a long time.  What are you currently waiting for? Nothing at the moment.

Do you think more about the past, present, or future? I dwell in the past too much and I’m always stressing and worrying about present stuff. 

Is there anybody you wish you could be spending time with right now? No.

Who were the last people you saw besides family? Other patients at my doctor’s office, the receptionist, the nurses, and my doctor.

Which of your friends lives closest to you? No friends.

How do you feel about Diet Dr Pepper? I like it.

Do you ever work out? No. I should be lifting a light weight at least everyday. My upper body strength is so bad now.

Do you go to the tanning bed on a regular basis? I’ve never been to a tanning salon and have no interest in doing so.

Does your bedroom need cleaning? I need to organize some stuff and put some things away.

Vanilla or chocolate? Vanilla.

Pretty Woman or Sixteen Candles? Sixteen Candles.

Do you ever hang out with someone of the opposite sex? My dad and brother.

Are you comfortable with your height? I wish I was a little taller. 

Anything on your walls? Yeah, a few giraffe paintings, a a couple beach ones, a couple calendars, a bulletin board, a marker board, and a huge Swedish flag.

What do you bite more, your tongue, lip, or cheek? I’m constantly biting and picking at my lips. :/

What was the last non-alcoholic beverage you had? Starbucks Doubleshot energy drink.

Do you have a box where you keep all your important things? I have boxes and drawers with stuff like that. 

How many times have you dyed your hair? Numerous times since I was 13.

Are any of your friends taller than you? Everyone is taller than me except for small children. 

Ever liked someone whose name started with a B? I don’t think so.

Have you ever been on a motorcycle? I’ve ridden on the back of one with my dad when I was a kid.

Do you have feelings for anyone? Not the romantic kind.

Name something great that happened today: It’s only 530AM, nothing much has happened. 

How did you feel when you woke up today? I haven’t gone to bed yet, but I’m willing to bet I’ll wake up feeling like a zombie like I always do.

Do you use Twitter? I do.

What did you have for dinner yesterday? Wingstop.

What kind of position are you in at the moment? I’m sitting on my bed.

Furthest away from home you have ever been? When I went to Atlanta, Georgia.

What colour pants/skirt/etc are you currently wearing? I’m wearing blue Adidas leggings. 

When was the last time you drank water? Like an hour ago.

Have you ever fallen asleep with the last person you kissed? No.

Do you answer the phones at your job? I don’t have a job.

What’s your ring tone? One of the ones that come with the phone.

What were you doing at 12 AM last night? I was doing surveys.

Do you want to fix anything with anyone? Not at this time.

Do you have trust issues? No really. I have a hard time with expressing myself and opening up to others, but it’s not so much a matter of trust.

Do you believe everything happens for a reason? Yes.

Are you going to have a good night? My night has been okay.

Have you ever given up on someone and then went back to them? Yes.

Did you wake up in the middle of the night last night? Well no, cause I don’t even go to bed until like 7 or 8AM.

What shows do you watch? I watch a lot of different shows.

What’s wrong with you right now? Just blah as usual.

Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? Absolutely. 

What’s your relationship with the person you last texted? He’s my dad.

Are you looking forward to anything? No.

Have you ever broken someone’s heart? My first ex told me I did.

Has anyone ever told you that you have pretty eyes? Yes.

Does anyone disgust you? Myself.

Did you enjoy your weekend? It’s just starting.

Have you argued with anyone today? No.

Your enemy is at your doorstep begging for forgiveness, what would you do? I don’t have any enemies, thankfully.

Has someone had their arms around you in the past 7 days? To give me a hug, yeah.

Dare you to detail why you kissed the last person you kissed? We just wanted to? I never understand this question.

Are you afraid of losing the last person you talked to? One of my biggest fears is my loved ones passing away. Which is obviously inevitable, but still. 

What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? I don’t remember. My mind wanders off and thinks about random things.

When’s the last time you had a headache? A few days ago.

Is anyone else in the room with you? Nope.

Who was the last person you had a conversation with on the phone? My mom.

Does anyone call you babe? No.

Is there anything you are craving right now? Not at this moment.

What was the first thing you thought of this morning? I haven’t gone to bed yet, but I always check the time when I first get up.

Are you satisfied with what you currently have in life? I am appreciative of the good things, but there’s so much I’d like to change and I’m unhappy with. 

What were you doing at 7:00 AM? It’s 5:56AM, so I’m sure I’ll still be awake in like an hour. Sigh.

How many hours of sleep did you get last night? Like 4ish. 

Do you know anyone who has been arrested? Yes.

Think back to the last person you kissed, how many times have you laughed with them? Uhh, countless times. How do you even count that? Not to mention, he was always making me laugh.

How do you feel about your hair right now? I hate it. It needs to be dyed so bad, it could use a trim, and a style would be nice. I don’t do anything with it besides throw it up in a messy bun. 

When you were in elementary school, did you change best friends a lot? Yeah. When I was a kid “best friend” was a term thrown around quite loosely.  

Last thing you touched not computer-related? My phone.

Have you ever suspected anyone of cheating on you? No.

Does the song you’re currently listening to remind you of anyone specific? I’m not listening to music.

Who was the last person to give you a ride somewhere? My mom.

When and where was the last time you took a picture of yourself? A few weeks ago in the car.

Have you ever been scolded by a mall cop? No.

How often do you catch yourself daydreaming? A lot.

What’s your favorite thing to think about as you’re falling asleep? I don’t get much say in that.

Is there anything that you want to do, but won’t because you’re too afraid? There’s a lot of things.

Who gets up the earliest in your household? The latest? My dad gets up the earliest. He’s off on the weekends and he still gets up at like 5AM for some reason. The latest is definitely me. 

Have you ever had a pet walk across your keyboard while you were typing? No, my doggos have always been too big to do that.

You’re going to your favorite foreign country; what landmarks do you go see? I just want to see everything and really experience Sweden.

What is the longest amount of time that you have spent away from your home? A few months during hospital stays.

Did the last movie you watched have any emotional effect on you? No.

What motivates you to go to school? I’m done with school, thankfully. I’ve been so unmotivated and without energy the past few years and I’m glad I finished school before that happened and I sunk into the hole I’ve been stuck in.

Are you more hyper and uptight, or laid back and relaxed? I’m never hyper and I definitely haven’t felt relaxed in a long time. I think to some people I’d appear laid back, but oh boy if they only knew. And honestly what appears be laid is me just feeling... flat. 

When was the last time you heard someone talking about you? I don’t know.

How did you pick out your last outfit? I just grabbed whatever.

When buying shoes, what do you look for in the product? For me it’s just about how they look. Comfort isn’t a factor for me as someone who has no feeling in their legs and feet. 

What happened to cause the last mess you made? I let some stuff build up. 

Are you embarrassed to bring people into your bedroom? I would be right now.

When was the last children’s birthday party you attended? A few years ago for one of my cousins. 

Are you good at reading other people’s body language? I think I am.

If you’re sick, do you go to school or do you stay home (usually)? I’m not in school anymore, but I mean for me it depended on how sick I felt. Of course now in the days of COVID you’re advised to stay home if you feel sick at all. Most schools, at least where I am, are all on Zoom now anyway, though.

Does chicken noodle soup really make you feel any better? I don’t feel it ever did anything for me.

What is one meal that you like to eat whilst sick? If I’m sick I usually don’t have much of an appetite, if one at all depending on how sick I am. I don’t eat much, but I’ll try to eat a little at least of something.

Think of the last survey you filled out; did you enjoy it? Sure.

Have you ever fed bread to ducks or geese? I did when I was a kid. I didn’t know you shouldn’t do that at the time.

Is it hard to imagine you were ever as small as a 1-2 year old? Yeah, that is weird to think about.

What set the tone for your mood today? It’s 6:22AM and right now I just feel tired.

Have you ever set out to ruin someone else’s day? No, that’s definitely not something I’d want to do.

The name of the last board game that you played? I don’t remember.

What was the last thing that you told yourself? That I would try to go to sleep a little earlier. ha.

Do you remember your D.A.R.E. officer’s name? I actually do.

Someone throws hot coffee on you; how do you react? Uh, wtf? Firstly, I’d react to the HOT coffee that I had thrown at me. That would be excruciatingly painful. I’ve accidentally spilled really hot coffee on myself before so I would know. So yeah, I’d feel the pain and shock from that and then I’d just be like wtf??? I’d be so confused and upset and most of all, furious. 

Is there a high school or college that you would rather be attending? I graduated college, I’m doneee.

Have you ever lived in an apartment or duplex home? A duplex.

Has anyone ever commented on your weight? Yes, I get comments a lot about how I’m too thin.

Where do you stand when it comes to sexual intercourse? Well, I’m a virgin, so.

Name a show from the 90’s that you miss? I still watch a lot of them to be honest.

Have you ever thought about joining the military? No. I couldn’t anyway even if I wanted to because of my physical disability.

When you were little, did you ever stare at disabled or “different” people? I was and am a disabled person and I’ve had to deal with people staring all my life because I’m in a wheelchair and hear kids ask their parents, “what’s wrong with her?”

Could the contents of your bedroom get you in any trouble? No.

Do weather patterns sometimes have an effect on your health? The heat definitely does. Ugh, I hate the summer. I do not do well with the heat.

If it snows a lot where you live, do you experience cabin fever? It doesn’t snow here. :(

How good are you at getting along with other people? I don’t have a problem with getting along with others.

Have you ever felt like you were going out of your mind? Oh yes.

Has anyone ever suggested that you might need “help”? Yes. And I agree. 

How do you respond to cheesy pick-up lines? No one has used a cheesy pickup line on me.

How was the service at the last restaurant you visited? I’m gonna answer this with takeout because ever since the pandemic hit last year I haven’t gone out to eat anywhere, but I get takeout all the time. Anyway, last night I got Wingstop and my brother realized when he got home they gave him the wrong order, so he had to drive back and it’s like a 15 minute drive there and back on the highway, so it’s not a quick, easy trip. He gets back and I realize they forgot my extra side of the lemon pepper sauce that I like to get, which wasn’t as big of a deal of course, but still annoying. I didn’t say anything about a small thing like that, but I was just annoyed with the whole situation and that I didn’t have that extra side of sauce to dip my wings in. It adds to what makes it good, ya know? I like my ranch and my extra sauce. I would have been even more upset if they forgot the ranch because their ranch is the best.

Are you ever jealous of happy couples? I feel a little envious sometimes cause I’d like to experience that. 

Describe a thought that is sticking with you today? My mind is a jumbled mess.

Lately, who has spent the most time on your mind? No one in particular. I’m more occupied with thoughts of things I’m dealing with, things I’m feeling, and things that are going on.

In a car: air conditioning, or roll the windows down? AC, for sure. Especially during the summer when it’s hot and miserable because rolling the windows down doesn’t do shit.

When was the last time you did anything to your playlist? I added songs to it like a month ago.

Is there a new song or band you’ve discovered? Not recently. I haven’t been listening to music recently.

What teacher gives you the most homework? --

Are you punctual? Yes. I hate being late.

Have you ever howled at the full moon? Uh, no.

Do you give any consideration to what’s said in your horoscope? I don’t even read it. I don’t believe in astrology.

[weightlossfunda]

I’ve spent the past year losing 80 lbs and getting in shape. A lot of people have been asking me how I did it; specifics like what diet I was on, how many times a week I worked out, etc etc. So I thought I’d just answer everyone’s questions by giving you guys step by step instructions on how you can achieve everything I have… IN JUST 4 EASY STEPS! Ready? Here we go!!!

1.) NO BEERThis is a big one, and one that you’ve probably heard before. Every time you drink a beer, it’s like eating seven slices of bread. That’s a lot of bread!

2.) PORTION CONTROLThis is especially true when you go out to eat at restaurants. A good trick to do is when your meal comes, cut it in half and right away ask for a takeout container, so that you can save the rest for later — and even better, if you start your meal out right by ordering lean meats and veggies, you’ll slim down in no time!

3.) HAVE YOUR HEART BROKENAnd not just broken; shattered. Into itsy bitsy tiny little pieces, by a girl who never loved you and never will. Join the gym at your work. Start going to the gym regularly, and even though you don’t know that much about exercise and you’re way too weak to do pretty much anything but lift 5 lb weights and use the elliptical machines with the old people, do it until your sweat makes a puddle on the floor. Then go home and go to bed early and the next day do it again. And then again. And then again.

Listen to stories of your ex-girlfriend fucking around with gross and terrible people, stories from your friends who think they are doing you a favor. Go to the gym and make more puddles of sweat. Buy books. Learn about different muscle groups and how they work together. Start eating healthy. Learn about nutrition. Plan out your week of meals. Try to forget her.

After work one night, go up up up all the way to the top floor of the parking garage and walk all the way to the back. Look out at the twinkling lights of the skyscrapers of downtown Los Angeles and think about how every single one of those office lights represents a person. Try to imagine how they feel. What they’re doing right then; if they miss someone special, if they wonder if someone special misses them. Then realize that most of those lights are probably shining into offices with no one in them except for a custodian or two. Realize you are alone, that you are staring at no one. Turn your collar up against the cold and drive home to a meal of a single chicken breast and steamed vegetables. Go to sleep. Go back to work. Go to the gym. Sweat.

Buy a scale. Pick a goal weight. Imagine the goal weight as a shining beacon on a hill. You are at the bottom, in the dark. Talk to her at work. Notice the awkward way she walks in high heels and her goofy smile when she looks over at you. Feel something clench inside your chest. Think about the gym and what muscle groups you are going to work that night.

Get on the treadmill. Push yourself to level 3, then level 4. Then 6. Run so fast you feel like you are going to die. Hit level 10. Pray for death. Think of how bad she makes you feel. Find the strength to keep going.

Late one night, make the mistake of looking at her Facebook and Instagram posts. Feel lower than you ever thought possible. Unfriend her and try to forget what you’ve seen. She is doing things with other people that you asked her to do with you. She is having a great time without you, and you are wasting your life listening to Taylor Swift on repeat and making sweat puddles on a gym floor.

Watch as your life shrinks down to four things: 1.) work, 2.) the gym, 3.) the food you eat, 4.) sleep. She wears the necklace you bought her and tells you that she got it “from someone who’s really special”. That night you discover that Slayer’s “Angel of Death” might be the perfect song to do squats to.

Start to make friends at the gym. Vince and you spot each other on Wednesdays; Chase and you spot each other on Fridays. You used to look down on bro nods and fist bumps — but since that’s how gym rats communicate, that’s become the language you speak most often. Work, Gym, Food, Sleep. Over and over. More sweat puddles. More fist bumps. You run hundreds of miles and lift thousands of pounds.

You start to see new people working out here and there and you realize you have done something you once thought impossible: You have become one of the regulars. Once in a while, you are the last one leaving the gym. You make a point to get to the gym earlier, but your workouts start to stretch from one hour to ninety minutes to two hours. You are now routinely the last person at the gym. You run. You lift. You make more puddles.

Your body changes slowly, then all at once — you are suddenly thin and muscular. You hit your goal weight, pick a new one, then hit it again. You go out and buy new clothes. You receive wave after wave of compliments. Your ex tells you that she’s seeing someone else. Your chest clenches. You feel exhausted.

That night you go to the gym. You listen to all her favorite songs. You run farther and lift more than you thought your body was capable of. It is a good workout. It leaves you numb. You go home and eat a single chicken breast and steamed vegetables. You go to sleep. You dream of a bottomless black puddle.

You’ve stopped drinking alcohol months ago, so now when you hang out at bars or parties you don’t talk to anyone new. But with your new body and new clothes, gorgeous women hit on you constantly. One time, a woman literally comes up to you and says she thinks you’d be good in bed and hands you a napkin with her number on it. As she is talking to you, her hand resting on your chest inside your shirt, all you can think of is how badly you need to beat your best time sprinting across the park across from your house the next day. That night when you get home you research the best shoes for trail running and click “buy”. The shoes are a hundred dollars. The phone number goes in the trash.

There is a girl you see a lot at the gym, who always does these weird leg exercises you’ve never seen before. She’s beautiful. You make it a point to not look at her — because you are overly worried about looking creepy like that guy in the blue shirt who never wears underwear and always hangs around the lat pulldown machine — but you notice this girl is always at the gym when you are, and seems to always choose the bench next to you. You turn up the Slayer and concentrate on making your puddles bigger.

Your ex parades her new boyfriend around, flatly ignoring you the entire time. He is taller than you, more ripped than you, better looking than you, and — according to the Greek chorus of your mutual friends — he comes from money. As you watch her introduce him to everyone but you, you remember how her blue eyes lit up underneath the ferris wheel on her birthday when you gave her those bracelets she’s wearing. In your pocket, your hand makes itself into a fist.

That night, you deadlift your body weight. You sneak a photo of yourself in the mirror and email it to yourself with the subject heading “You Are A Warrior”. The next day you are disgusted with yourself and delete it.

You make puddle after puddle after puddle and eat single chicken breasts and work and sleep and the weather gets warm and then gets cold and you know all of Taylor Swift’s songs by heart and the only things that exist in the entire universe are you and The Gym and then something different happens: a night comes where you are not the last person in the gym.

It is you and the girl who does the weird leg exercises. You end up walking out at the same time.

Her name is Melissa and she works in the building next to you. She’s worked there for two years. She asks you out to dinner on Friday, promising it’ll be healthy. The leg exercises are Pivoting Curtsy Lunges.

You start seeing Melissa a lot, both inside the gym and out. You tell no one. You add a couple cheat days to your week — for when you two get dinner and share dessert — and you start getting a lot less sleep. You phase out Slayer in favor of Springsteen. Vince and Chase note that you’ve stopped looking like you’re praying for death when you run. Your ex texts you late at night to ask you out to coffee, but you don’t write her back. You can’t remember the last time you fantasized about puddles.

One night you’re walking Melissa to her car in the parking garage and she is parked up up up all the way on the top floor. She says she wants to show you something and she takes your hand and leads you all the way to the back. You both stand there in the dark looking out over the twinkling lights of the skyscrapers of downtown Los Angeles.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” She says. “All those lights.”

You tell her that yes, it’s beautiful, but it makes you sad. All those pretty lights mean nothing; they’re just shining into cold lonely offices with nobody in them. Melissa squeezes your hand and says yes, each light is an empty office — but they’re only empty because the people have all gone home for the day. All those twinkling lights aren’t sad; each one is a person who’s at home, happy with the one they love. And how romantic is that?

You look at her in the lights and she smiles. Something in your chest expands.

Late one Sunday afternoon you are writing out your rent check and realize it’s been exactly a year since you started working out. You think of all those miles you’ve run and those pounds you’ve lifted and chicken you’ve eaten and puddles you’ve made. It doesn’t seem that bad. You realize that it’s not about hitting a goal weight, or lifting a weight. It’s about being able to wait. Waiting, being patient, and trusting that life will slowly inch along and things will eventually get better. After all, change takes time.

But time is all it takes.

4.) NO FRUIT JUICE Too much sugar!!!

[florablume]

ALL ABOUT FLORA ELIZABETH BLUME

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Flora Elizabeth Blume PRONUNCIATION: Flaw-ruh  MEANING: Latin origin, meaning “flower” NICKNAME(S): Flo, Blume, Sparky PREFERRED NAME(S): Flora BIRTH DATE: 4th April 1978 AGE: 41 ZODIAC: Aries GENDER: Cis female PRONOUNS: She/her/hers ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heteroromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual NATIONALITY: American ETHNICITY: Caucasian  CURRENT LOCATION: New York City LIVING CONDITIONS: Cohabiting TITLE(S): Miss/Ms

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: California HOMETOWN: San Francisco SOCIAL CLASS: Working EDUCATION LEVEL: College FATHER: Richard Blume MOTHER: Joanne Blume SIBLING(S): Pip & Sam BIRTH ORDER: Flora, Pip & then Sam CHILDREN: Finley Dunne PET(S): None OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: In-Laws PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: A few, but nothing significant other than with Henry ARRESTS?: None PRISON TIME?: None

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Nurse Practitioner at New York Presbyterian Hospital APPROXIMATE AMOUNT PER YEAR: $106,554 CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: Definitely content PAST JOB(S): Office admin jobs & worked in a coffee shop SPENDING HABITS: Average MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: An engagement ring from Henry

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: Probably a little above average for her size xD SPEED: Definitely average, if not a little below INTELLIGENCE: High AGILITY: Okay? Mostly because she’s small STAMINA: Better than it has been for the past few years lmao TEAMWORK: Good if other people will listen to her, bad if they don’t take her opinion into account TALENTS: Getting her own way lmao SHORTCOMINGS: Stubbornness, overprotective, sometimes acts/speaks without thinking. LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English, basic French and Spanish DRIVE?: Yes JUMP-STAR A CAR?: Yes CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: With a little assistance RIDE A BICYCLE?: Yes SWIM?: Yes PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: No PLAY CHESS?: She knows how to but it’s not something she does often BRAID HAIR?: Yes TIE A TIE?: Yes PICK A LOCK?: No

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: Holly Marie Combs/Zoey Deutch EYE COLOUR: Brown HAIR COLOUR: Brown HAIR TYPE/STYLE: Long & straight GLASSES/CONTACTS?: No DOMINANT HAND: Right HEIGHT: 5′1 WEIGHT: 133lbs BUILD: Short & curvy EXERCISE HABITS: She does pilates and yoga twice a week and she will go for the occasional swim, plus all the sex with Henry... SKIN TONE: Fair TATTOOS: None PIERCINGS: Ears & naval MARKS/SCARS: She has a few stretch marks on her stomach and thighs, and some scars on her back. Also a scar through her eyebrow. USUAL EXPRESSION: 

CLOTHING STYLE: Comfortable but smart. She likes to wear skirts and dresses and anything with a floral print. JEWELLERY: She likes simple jewellery - earrings, necklace and a ring are all she’s usually wearing. ALLERGIES: None BODY TEMPERATURE: She’s always cold. DIET: Pretty good, she always tries to eat healthily. PHYSICAL AILMENTS: None

PSYCHOLOGY

JUNG TYPE: ESTJ (Extrovert-Sensor-Thinker-Judger) ENNEAGRAM TYPE: Type 8 - the Challenger (also strong Type 2 - the Giver)  MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good TEMPERAMENT: Phlegmatic ELEMENT: Earth PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE: Interpersonal Intelligence APPROXIMATE IQ: 115 MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: None SOCIABILITY: Flora is pretty sociable. EMOTIONAL STABILITY: She’s fairly emotionally stable, but does fly off the handle about stupid things sometimes. On the whole though, she’s a good egg. OBSESSION(S): She gets very easily jealous, but I wouldn’t go as far as to say it’s an obsession. COMPULSION(S): None PHOBIA(S): Clowns, creepy dolls, horror movies in general. ADDICTION(S): Probably caffeine lmao DRUG USE: None ALCOHOL USE: She drinks occasionally, but not to excess. PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: ....sometimes. More so when she was younger.

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: Fast and a little shrill lmao ACCENT: Californian QUIRKS: Very short, scar through her eyebrow, fiddles with her hair a lot.  HOBBIES: Gardening, walking, sewing, watching movies, dancing. HABITS: Fiddles with hair & tucks it behind her ears a lot, snores a little, chews her lip, doodles when she’s on the phone, over-eats when she’s stressed. NERVOUS TICKS: Rubs her hands together a lot/fiddles with her hands when she’s nervous. DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: Helping people, taking care of her family. FEARS: Losing the people she loves.  POSITIVE TRAITS: caring, protective, quick-witted and intelligent NEGATIVE TRAITS: volatile, smothering, sharp-tongued and stubborn SENSE OF HUMOUR: Pretty good, she can definitely take a joke, luckily for Henry because he’s always teasing her. DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: When Fin’s not around, yes. When he is around, absolutely not. CATCHPHRASE(S): She uses terms of endearment a lot like ‘sweetie’ and ‘honey’. ‘Be careful’ is probably another because she worries too much. And also ‘stop that’ because she’s bossy xD

FAVOURITES

ACTIVITY: Sex lmao ANIMAL: Bluejay BEVERAGE: Coffee BOOK: The Cactus by Sarah Haywood CELEBRITY: Hugh Jackman COLOUR: Pink DESIGNER: Lulu Guinness FOOD: Lemon Cheesecake FLOWER: Orchid GEM: Diamond HOLIDAY: Christmas obvs MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: Car MOVIE: Dirty Dancing MUSICAL ARTIST: Kate Bush QUOTE/SAYING: “But first...coffee!” SCENERY: The NYC skyline is pretty nice SCENT: Daisy by Marc Jacobs SPORT: None lmao SPORTS TEAM: She’s clueless about sport. TELEVISION SHOW: The Good Place WEATHER: Sunshine VACATION DESTINATION: She’d love to go to Paris.

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: Having a family of her own. GREATEST FEAR: Losing anyone that she loves. MOST AT EASE WHEN: She’s at home, feet up with a glass of wine. LEAST AT EASE WHEN: She’s rushed off her feet at work, or at one of Henry’s mom’s fancy dinner parties. WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: Jen swoops in and steals Henry from her? idk lmao BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: Having Finley. Also getting herself through college with barely any money to her name when she first started. BIGGEST REGRET: Taking so long to have more kids? again idk. MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: lol too many for her to name bcos she’s the queen of embarrassing herself. Probably when she got too worked up the first time she laid eyes on Jen and had too much to drink before Henry had to take her home. TOP PRIORITIES: Fin & Henry (& bump)

[psychicreadsgirl]

Health reading for Tiffany Hwang (ex- SNSD member)

How I do my readings for celebrities and key figures: I look at their photographs and share my thoughts about them.

Tiffany Hwang ( “Tiffany”), a past member of SNSD, has a lot of health problems that will hit her fully in early 2020 all the way till her death. She has accumulated them over the years through unhealthy dieting, poor exercising, over dancing, poor use of her vocals, excessive drinking, and use of some drugs. She also has irregular sleep patterns. She will sleep for a day or two, and other times, she cannot sleep at all. She often suffers from nightmares and insomnia. Therefore, her body can’t take it anymore. 

Tiffany’s dieting in the past has been very bad to her body. She was starving herself during the later years of her career as an SNSD member. She was pretty much anorexic and likely still is. She eats very little and infrequently. She is afraid of becoming “fat” and being criticized by the public again for her weight. She is the type to step on the scale every day and measure herself with a measuring tape every day. She keeps thorough documents of her measurements and she mentally calculates her calories. On shows, it may seem like she eats, but that’s just for show. 

Over the years, Tiffany has hurt her vocals a lot. She actually needs proper vocal training. She doesn’t sing in a way that doesn’t damage her vocal chords. She strains her voice in order to hit those high notes. Her hearing also is not very good nowadays. She’s prone to hearing loss and will likely lose her hearing in her right ear completely by 2023. Tiffany will likely need vocal surgery in 2022 if she keeps belting the wrong way. 

Her immune system is particularly bad. I see her having an autoimmune disorder in early 2020. She won’t realize it till she can’t stand what’s happening to her body and get tested. There is no cure for this. She will keep getting infections and flus, and likely pneumonia throughout 2020 - the rest of her life. I advise she start eating healthier and sleeping more. No more parties or drinking or getting high. 

Tiffany has a bad habit of using drinking as a way of destressing. She’s not an alcoholic. It’s just that her body does not deal well with alcohol and when under the influence she does a lot of things she regrets. I see her likely getting pregnant accidentally in late 2020 - early 2021. She may not even know who the father is, but she will not keep this baby. In fact this will never make the news. It’ll be hush hush. The abortion will damage her mental health because she feels very guilty. It will also hurt her physical health because her health is already really poor. 

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