#i am eating chocolate while watching this i am having the full experience

[hauntingblue]

A man can chomp down a whole coffee shop but a girl is merely allowed to take a few bites....

[icyg4l]

PAC: Romanticize the Fall 🍂

Hello beautiful people! Welcome to the season of fall! I hope you all are having a wonderful start to this season. Today's reading will be all about how you can improve your fall by adding simple things to your routine. If you would like to book a reading, go to my pinned post and check out my guidelines and then click on my booking website to confirm the details. So without further ado, select the pile that resonates with you.

Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-3)

Pile One: As I was pulling for this pile, I heard the word "pathologize". It basically means to treat someone as abnormal or unhealthy. You guys may be Vitamin D deficient or are prone to depression/anxiety. You may even struggle with OCD or BPD. There is nothing wrong with acknowledging this properly. The best form of action may be for you to get diagnosed in order to fully enjoy this season. It feels like you need something to look forward to when it gets cold. Try to get out of your house and see what's going on in your community when it comes to fitness. If you're trying to save money, look out for some free fitness sessions. Go attend a pilates session if your school has one. You give me 2000s soccer mom vibes. Just show up and you will see how quickly your life changes! Your health will become of utmost importance to you. Treat it as such. You only have one body so treat it with kindness while you're still here. Lock in and you will see the world more clearly.

Cards Used: 8 of Swords, Prince of Cups, King of Cups, 10 of Discs

extras: ibs symptoms. seasonal depression. freedom. jimmy fallon. attachment issues. snoring. pleasers. mirror by the bed.

Pile Two: Pile Two, I can tell that you have a playful side to you. You're someone that is tapped in with you're inner child. I am seeing a kid run in front of their tv in their pajamas and admiring what's on it. You should get back to doing that. Make it your goal to watch something that you loved to indulge in as a kid. For some of you, it was Spongebob. For some of you, it was Hannah Montana. For others of you, it was Henry Danger. Grab a snack after work or after school and just watch whatever your childhood self loved! Another thing that you could do is bake cookies to welcome in the fall season. I am seeing those pumpkin sugar cookies that Pillsbury makes in my third eye. Eat some pumpkin/chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream! Buy some fall chips from Trader Joe's. Engage with your senses, lovely!

Cards Used: The Moon, 4 of Discs, 6 of Discs, The Emperor.

extras: italiano. foxy brown. vic mensa. doughboy. fallen branches. freezer burn. retired partier. wintrust bank. forman mills.

Pile Three: This diva! Baby, if you are feeling lonely, then you need to open up your mouth! If you want some company, then just say that! You're way too prideful and it's costing you in human connections, whether it's romantic or platonic. Some of you could be into ghost stories or conspiracy theories. There is someone around you that is into the same shit. By refusing to make connections with other people, you are rejecting a part of yourself. Some of you may be traumatized by past experiences. Others of you may be in a codependent relationship. It's time for you to branch out, babe. I am channeling the movie 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower' (hopefully your experience is nothing too similar like this movie lol). I am seeing two people walking through the leaves, talking enthusiastically to one another. You don't have to dream about it! Actualize it, love!

Cards Used: 2 of Cups, The Devil (RX), 5 of Discs, 3 of Cups.

extras: brass kunckles. humming at night. spooky season. pride events. hamptons. labor day. simon says. comic book nerd.

[aldisobey]

tagged by @emmg and hell yeah (let me buy your Rook a gun, she deserves an arsenal, if she has zero fans I am dead, Emmrich deserves every last thing coming his way, in the worst way possible.)

and I'm at a loss on who to tag, but if you see this DO IT, TAG ME, tell me all about your Rook

My Rook Thorne is just that, my brain calls him Rook Worne sometimes because he's been through it. and I'm writing what I like because this is reference for me now

LUST. desire for connection. pursuit of pleasure. emotional intelligence. obsessive. lovesick. one-night stands. seductive encounter. flirtatious conversation. erotic party. seductive attire. revealing clothing. passionate gaze. provocative makeup. sensual expressions. suggestive gestures. flirtatious smiles. lingerie. love letters. perfumes. provocative behavior. love poems. erotic art.

→ He’s only had light experience with serious relationships. Plenty of dalliances. Life itself has never been stable enough to consider entering much of a stable relationship. He went from street kid, pickpocket, mugger, unwilling Grey Warden, to Veilguard. He only ever expected something sexual when flirting with Emmrich (the man screams BDE okay, he wanted in on that). The romance Emmrich responded with awakened something, turns out he just never had the time or attentions to go full Romeo. He’s in deeeeeep

GLUTTONY. indulgence in experiences. savoring moments. hospitality. generosity. hedonism. culinary expertise. wine-tasting. excessive snacking. overloaded plates. excessive portions. bloated stomachs. messy eating. greasy fingers. full tables. indulgent spreads. overflowing cups. satisfied expressions. wine bottles. just can't get enough. fast food wrappers.

→ He ate next to nothing in Kirkwall and gruel with the Grey Wardens. He loves food, more than that he likes sharing. Knows what it’s like to starve, and he’ll always finish a plate, but only after checking the plates of others, big ‘older sibling’ energy. But he doesn’t share chocolate.

ENVY. motivation. competitive spirit. strategic planning. observational skills. bitter rivalry. contest. envious gossip. resentment-filled argument. social media jealousy. furrowed brows. clenched jaws. side-eye looks. pursed lips. tense posture. whispering behind backs. crossed arms. gossip magazines. keeping up with the joneses. the grass is always greener. feeling inadequate.

→ Major problem with the nobility. Maybe he’s envious of their easy lives and comfort and lack of struggle, but he likes who he is and where he came from. He hates those prick bastards and how they treat people like things and don’t look you in the eye. He’ll bad mouth them any day and is causing problems at the Necropolis and feeling zero shame. He spends a lot of time playing board games with Johanna and delivering her all the latest rumors while getting all the history. They have plans.

GREED. resourcefulness. entrepreneurial spirit. negotiation. materialistic. aggressive investment. lavish spending spree. resource-hoarding. get-rich-quick schemes. auction-bidding war. property acquisition. piles of money. overflowing wallets. luxury items. locked safes. penny-pinching. rare collectibles. selfishness. unwillingness to share.

→ Very resourceful. Never had much, can make a lot of things go a long way and can negotiate for plenty. Saves as much as he can, would be that coupon guy and picking where to eat because hey there is a deal. He wants property because he wants to develop community alright. And he adores old books and art stuff, but would never buy it. If rich or noble people own it, he’s stealing that shit.

SLOTH. calmness. stress management. nonchalance. relaxation techniques. lethargic. apathetic. inactive. lazy weekend. binge-watching marathon. neglected chores. skipped workout. long nap. lounging on the couch. missed deadlines. unkempt appearance. messy hair. pajamas. blankets. slippers. procrastination station. self-care routines.

→ He’s lived life so fast for so long that he takes advantage of a lazy weekend if it’s there. He’ll neglect the simpler chores because there are skeletons for that. Naps are a gift from whatever true gods are out there. And why would he do anything with his appearance, Emmrich loves him fine. 

PRIDE. confidence. self-assurance. self-respect. dignity. public speaking. self-promotion. arrogant. conceited. egotistical. self-important. vain. boastful speech. puffed chest. raised chin. smug smiles. spotlight. tooting your own horn. showing off. refusing to admit mistakes. feeling entitled. personal branding. leadership development.

→ No one ever did a thing for him until Varric. He’s very aware of that and confident in his ability to take care of himself and what he needs to. He’s had failures, lost friends, but learned very young, you have to save yourself and there’s no saving everyone. After killing gods he’s not about to let anyone look down on him for any reason. Who cares if he isn’t educated, did you stab a god? Insufferable really.

WRATH. assertiveness. decisiveness. strength. intensity. boundary setting. courage. indignant. heated arguments. road rage incident. physical altercation. angry outburst. clenched fists. glaring eyes. tense muscles. raised voices. reddened faces. aggressive gestures. stormy demeanour. intense frowns. destructive actions. broken objects. punching bag. out for blood. fists. simmering anger.

→ There is no such thing as an idle threat. Words carry meaning and he’ll answer word threats with fists. Forgave some violent rhetoric once and nearly died for it. Does not play. Horrible at de-escalating. Honestly if he’s yelling you’re fine, that’s squabbles with friends, when he’s quiet there’s going to be blood. 

[my-catsface]

Cat’s Mac and Parasite Water Recipe (Experience)

Hello. I’m cat. Welcome back to my first addition of fucked up food recipes.

I have quite a history of doing stuff like this, and unfortunately I never learn my lesson. That being said, let’s get to it.

Fair warning: this comes with pictures. While none of them are inherently bad there are some of these that you could look at and go “yeah I would actually throw up if I didn’t know what that was” so be warned this isn’t just a food crime it’s a gross food crime.

I used chocolate almond milk because I’m lactose intolerant and I’m using Mac and cheese because I don’t really give a fuck about that.

The sprite is there because chocolate sprilk is one of my favorite drinks (I cannot recommend it to anyone even if my heart was full of malice), so the thought came to me. Why not try chocolate sprilk Mac and cheese?

Milk makes Mac and cheese creamier, and who knows what the sprite would do! So it’s an experiment.

I decided to start the dish with chocolate milk instead of water, filling THAT to the line.

I could have definitely added sprite in at this stage, but honestly I wasn’t sure if carbonation would act right in the microwave, and I figured I could always try it different another time. I also thought maybe warm sprite would be the worse alternative to “lukewarm sprite mixed with warm milk” but I’m making a dish i called Mac and Parasite Water so what do I know.

Big mistake I didn’t account for. You can’t just put chocolate milk into the microwave for three and a half minutes. Apparently it rises and overflows. Anyone with even a shred of common sense may have anticipated this, but I am not a smart person (I’m making this dish after all).

What I ended up doing from here was watching the microwave and deciding to open it if it overflowed again. Most of it was done spilling out so I let it continue for about a minute and a half and took it out at the end (cleaned the microwave after).

I will say this was probably one of the peaks to this little project of madness. The smell? The smell in my room was SO good. Go figure warm chocolate would smell good but NO. No this was beautiful. Amazing. It just reinforced that what I was doing was good and just, and in that sense it was a siren.

Anyway from here I just sort of mixed the Mac and cheese around and let it take in the chocolate milk. Still emboldened by the smell of warm chocolate, I thought to continue.

Here I did actually do a little taste test just because I was curious, and honestly it was a little underwhelming.

The best way I can describe it is like… processed something. There was some richness to it with the chocolate, sure, but it really was just still processed noodles. It’s like if you rolled honey into playdough until it was a jam (if you squint) and spread that out on wheat bread. That’s kind of what it tasted like and I would know because that’s also something I’ve done.

At this point… I added the cheese.

Now. The first thought that struck me when I was done mixing it was “god damn this looks awful.” The second thought that struck me was “you know, this place actually feeds me if I really want food.” My final thought was “I wonder what the cheese will look like.” The answer?

UNHOLY MUCUS. Not the most unappetizing looking thing I’ve ever eaten but GOD DAMN it was CLOSE!! It was certainly CLOSE.

There’s many words that would be good here. Goo. Sludge. Goop. Muck. Grime. The word I will choose to use is “slime” because it strikes close to my heart.

I was in too deep. My smoke was too tough. If I didn’t eat this, They’d kill me. So I took a bite.

I say this with no ounce of exaggeration: It was GOOD. It was REALLY GOOD. The milk almost entirely covered up all the processed part of the cheese, and the cheese itself covered up the weird processed flavor of the noodles. The texture was absolutely top notch, too.

I would genuinely, GENUINELY, eat this again. In fact, I took three whole taste test bites as opposed to the singular one I was planning to take. It was so good I was almost worried about continuing with adding sprite. But I’m not one to back down from a challenge nobody imposed upon me, so I trudged on.

I added the sprite.

I added the sprite up to the top of the Mac and cheese itself and suddenly my meal was very… very angry at me. I almost apologized to it, but it would have been hollow. But I didn’t feel anything. If meals can be made with love, this meal was not made with that. It wasn’t made with hate, though. No. This meal was made with morbid curiosity. This meal was made with divine hubris. I knew before I took a single bite that I had poisoned my ambrosia.

I wanted to discard it, to cast it away. It would be my monster and I it’s Frankenstein. Alternatively it would be my ai daughter thing and I it’s Ayin Lobotomy Corporation. But I’m not a fan of waste so I continued. I took a bite.

The taste? The taste was… bad. It was awful. I couldn’t even believe it was the same dish. It was like an acidic pond. The sprite overpowered both flavors and took the reins, beating the cheese and the milk into submission for its dominance. I took a bite and it tasted like penitence for all the sins I haven’t yet made. If there is a God, then there is his devil. And if there is a devil, this is what he eats. I have experienced a great fall from the light, and I wish nothing more than to be allowed to climb up and embrace it again.

I wanted to pray. But I knew mercy had closed its ears and wailed.

Once I ate the rest of the noodles I was suddenly made aware of my newest problem. The broth. As the milk and cheese mostly stuck to the noodles themselves, I was getting mostly noodles, cheese, milk, and whatever sprite my spoon picked up. That meant that for the most part my meal really was just the noodles.

No longer.

Now I was left with the reason this dish has gained its name. Look upon my next picture with horror, I beg of you.

The remnant powder of the cheese was just… left there. Sitting. Sitting in a bowl of chocolate milk and sprite and tears. I realized I had to drink this. I looked at the same thing you’re looking at now and I realized I needed to DRINK that.

Thats about when the meal got its name. Gazing at my unlovable child I decided then and there that it looked like it would give me horrible unthinkable internal parasites. That’s what the little spots of cheese reminded me of. (Another contender was mold brew!) But I don’t like to waste things. I needed to drink it.

So I did. I took the cup, pinched it in on itself to make two points, and lifted one to my lips. I raised the cup up quickly, just desperate to get it over with.

In it went. Almost smoothly. And what did it taste like?

Nothing.

Even water has a taste. Even chocolate sprilk itself has A Taste. This thing? The parasite water itself? No taste. Nothing there. It was almost… disappointing. I even swished it around in my mouth for a bit to try and get SOMETHING. But it was for naught.

My meal ended. It experienced life and death the same way that I would, and yet I think myself better than it.

Nyaaa~ time for the ending notes!

Wow that meal certainly Was! For anyone who wants to make this I would honestly recommend losing the sprite part of it and just making chocolate Mac and cheese.

It was honestly really good at that point and I’d say it was a really big highlight! SO.

If you make this forget the sprite, and ALSO either use less milk in the microwave or monitor it more closely than I did so that you don’t have any spillage (or do exactly what I did and just be ready for some paper towels.

[hwangintakswifey]

Donuts

You want to see how many donuts can fit on Sylus' cock

Purely fluff

It was a Saturday evening in the N109 zone, and you had decided to spend the day with Sylus. You had shown up at his front door early in the morning, greeted by Luke and Keiren.

They were excited to see you again, but their attention was drawn to the two boxes of donuts in your arms. Knowing that the henchman were drooling over them, you handed them one of the boxes before taking the other to Sylus' room.

You slowly pushed the door open to sneak in and saw your boyfriend in the walk-in shower. The only thing visible was the shampoo he combed through his hair. The rest was hidden by the steam.

You tip toed further into the room and pushed the box of donuts under his bed, hidden away from him until you popped the question you've been thinking of for weeks now.

You got comfy in his bed as you waited, playing with your fingers to pass the time. Several minutes passed before you heard the shower head turn off.

You sat up straight and watched Sylus walk out in nothing but a towel around his waist. He raised an eyebrow when seeing you, a smirk playing at his lips.

"Oh? I wasn't expecting a kitten to sneak into my sleeping chambers while I was occupied." He walked over as you scooted to sit at the edge of the bed. His hand traced your jaw as his thumb slid over your bottom lip.

"You know you're welcome anytime, sweetie."

You smile gently at him and watch as he faces away and grabs his robe from his closet. You bite your lip nervously as you watch the towel pool around his feet, replaced with the bathrobe.

Without looking at you, he goes over to his table and takes a seat. You couldn't help but frown.

Really, Sylus?

You pout and get up, taking slow steps towards him and rubbing his shoulders. "These past few weeks have given me lots of time to think.." You start watching as he acknowledges you with a gentle hum. To continue speaking.

You click your tongue. "I've been curious about a thing or two, wanted to experiment." Your last words catch Sylus' full attention, and he turns to you.

"That is?" He gently rubs your arm as you wrap it around his shoulder.

"I was eating donuts the other day, after we- y'know." You feel your cheeks heat up.

"You had left for work and-"

"Out with it, kitten." He hissed.

"I was curious how many donuts I could put on your..." You bite your lip to silent the giggle of embarrassment.

He blinked a few times to process, and you catch his gaze nervously.

"Where could we get donuts from out-" He goes quiet when you scurry back to the bed and pull out the box.

"Oh.. feisty kitten." He stands up and strides to his bed.

"Alright, alright. If you really want to." He sits down and lets you get the box open. You fill with joy and couldn't contain the smile on your face while you grab the first donut.

You pout at him and gesture to his robe.

"Oh- you didn't want to do it yourself, kitten -" He retorts and loosens the string with ease. You watch as he pushes the robe off his torso and exposes himself to your eyes.

"You're not hard."

"Well, want to help with that?" His eyes trail down your body and you shook your head, making him tsk at you.

"Fine, I'll do it myself." After a few minutes, his girth stood hard and proud as you grabbed the first donut.

He shook his head as he watched you try to press his tip through the donut hole.

"You continue to surprise me, kitten."

"Shh, I'm concentrating." You hold him with more force as you work to get it over his tip. Your face lights up once you get it over the tip, but frown when the donut rips at the side and falls to the mattress.

"Kitten-"

You shush him and grab another one. And another. And another-

By the time you're left with the last intact donut, he was casually eating one of the ripped ones.

"This is your fault." You point a finger at him. He wipes chocolate from his lip and sucks it off his thumb.

"How am I the one to blame?" Though, he could guess.

"Your dick is too big." Your pout returns with more aggression.

"But, you like it this way."

Crossing your arms and turning away, you pout.

He sat up straight again and pulled you closer by your waist.

"Don't be discouraged, Sweetie." He moved your hair over one shoulder to place soft kisses to your neck.

"Those just weren't the right donuts. I'll give Luke and Kieren the right measurements for the donut holes, and they'll make them themselves."

You perk up a bit. "Really?" You looked back at him. With a gentle hum and nod of his head, you turn to him for a tight hug.

"Perfect, I'll go find the tape measure!" You spring up and go into the other room.

He shakes his head and relaxes back into the mattress, admiring you from a distance.

[firesmokeandashes]

Greetings, Tumblr dwellers. I am here today with a bunch of bkdk/mha incorrect/correct quotes. Because I, unfortunately, am lacking inspiration to write anything else at the moment :[

Please enjoy.

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Izuku and Katsuki: *arguing about something*

Katsuki: "Stop yelling at me, nerd!"

Izuku: "IM NOT YELLING AT YOU! IM SIMPLY... PROJECTING MY VOICE TO MAKE A POINT!"

Katsuki: "OTHERWISE KNOWN AS YELLING!!"

Izuku: "BUT NOW, YOU'RE YELLING!!"

Katsuki: "ONLY BECAUSE YOU YELLED AT ME FIRST!"

Izuku: *starts powering up one for all and charges at Katsuki* "AHHHHHHHH!!!"

Katsuki: *powers up his explosions and charges at Izuku* "AHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Izuku and Katsuki: *catches each others fists and begin making out aggressively instead*

Denki: "...."

Todoroki: *sipping coffee tiredly*

Denki: "So.... why were they fighting again..."

Todoroki: "Deku said he thought Bakugou was the better hero out of the both of them. Which made Bakugou extremely angry because he thinks Deku is the better hero out of both them, and it kind of escalated from there."

Denki: "...."

Izuku and Katsuki: *intense angry making out noises*

Todoroki: *continues sipping coffee out of his '#No.1 Wonder Duo Supporter' mug*

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Katsuki: "...."

Izuku: *standing in a slightly burnt looking pile of paper towles and plates covered in hot chocolate and feathers*

Katsuki: *watches as a featherless and slightly disoriented duck imerges from the pile*

Izuku: "I may have made a mistake..."

Katsuki: "Actually, it seems you've made several mistakes all within the past 5 minutes while I was changing my clothes"

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Katsuki: "Hey, Izuku! What'd ya say about coming with me on a road trip to the mountains for some hiking?"

Izuku: "I would say 'yes', but Im still recovering from the last road trip we went on"

Katsuki: "Izuku, that was ten years ago, and we were in high school!"

Izuku: "And you got kidnapped! And we had to come and rescue you!"

Katsuki: "That was one time, Izuku. ONE. TIME."

Izuku: "Yes, and I would very much not like to repeat the experience!"

Katsuki: "We're full grown-ass adults Izuku!"

Izuku: "I don't care! It was a traumatic experience that could still happen now that we're adults!"

Katsuki: "We're two of the highest ranking pro-heroes in Japan! WE FUCKING BEAT ALL FOR ONE! I highly doubt anyone is going to try kidnap either one of us!"

Izuku: "...."

Katsuki: *incredulous annoyed silence*

Izuku: "I'll go pack my bags..."

Katsuki: *silent contemplating look of disappointment at his boyfriend's ridiculousness*

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Katsuki: "You have to make a decision."

Izuku: "I did. I've decided not to decide."

Katsuki: "We're in the fucking drive-through Izuku! You have to choose something to eat!"

Izuku: "I can't! It's too much pressure!"

Katsuki: "You're the fucking number one hero you live under pressure! And you can't decide what to eat at a drive-through!?"

Izuku: "That's different!"

Katsuki: "How is saving people from birning buildings less stressful than choosing a meal at a fucking fast food joint!?"

Izuku: "Because saving people doesn't involve having to choose between chicken nuggets shapped like dinosaurs or chicken nuggets shapped like space ships!"

Katsuki: "....."

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Katsuki and Izuku: *staring at horribly disfigured homemade clay All Might figure with a hand(??) sticking out of his head and four legs 3 of which look like tree stumps, that they made the night before while partially drunk*

Izuku: "So.... Do you think we can fix it?"

Katsuki: "No. And Im not even going to try"

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Katsuki: *walking around a hero gala, his PR agent dragged him to*

Izuku: *walking slightly behind Kacchan, following him*

Izuku: "Where are you going, Kacchan?"

Katsuki: "Towards the answer of all my problems"

Izuku: But Kacchan, you're walking towards the exit"

Katsuki: "Exactly."

Izuku: "...."

Izuku: "Can I tag along with you, then? Because I really want to go home and finish watching the final episode of Sasaki to Miyano, but my ride won't be leaving for a while."

Katsuki: "Sure. We can pick up some ramen on the way to your place so we can eat it while we watch those two idiots finally get together."

Izuku: "Yay! Thanks, Kacchan! You're the best!"

Katsuki: "I know, I know. Now, let's get going before my PR agent catches me and makes me go talk to more people."

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Welp! That's all I got for now! I hope you guys liked them!

[fiannalover]

Dip

(felt like posting a little sneak peek into my Pokémon OCs. Enjoy!)

(T/13 and up)

“Alright! They got the lava cookies and fondue too. Do you want the cheese one or the chocolate one?” Zena asked.

“I don’t mind either way. Honestly, for me, the most important part of a fondue is the fruit selection.” Danua replied.

“Ok. I'll get the chocolate one, then.” Zena replied, passing their order ahead through the phone. Getting all of Kelvin Town's signature snacks was very important. After all, they were having a movie night!

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“Well, why did you want to catch Golett in the first place, then?”

Danua froze. Her free hand fidgeted half-twirling, half–tugging on one of her longer strands of hair, dodging eye contact as he did so. Then, she forced the words out. “To tell the truth… I really like that sort of empowered guardians automatons a-and… old school anime stuff.”

“Really? Most of the stuff I watch is pretty recent, to be honest.” Zena said. “Do you have any recommendations for me to watch?”

Danua’s eyes lit up.

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“Huh. So these are rice crackers. Can’t say I expected that.” Zena said, holding one of the Lava Cookies. Taking it to her mouth, she eagerly bit upon the nori-wrapped food. “They’re certainly tasty, though!”

“I think it's one of those things that changed names as time went by.” The other girl suggested.

“I see. Those kinds of happenings are common enough, right? Oh, did you get the movie set up?” She asked.

“Yes. I think it'll work fine.” Danua replied, her Holocaster transmitting the movie’s box art to the television, showing a brown-haired girl riding a Mantine-like machine with a Pachirisu in her shoulder. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, let's go!”

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Zena grabbed her fork, stabbing a strawberry from the fondue’s kit and dipping it in the chocolate, stirring it inside the pot until it was infinitely covered in the creamy melted delight. The girl ate the piece of fruit in a single bite, making sure not to let anything fall on her bed, letting out contented noises as the bitter and sweet layers of dark brown and red mixed together within her mouth.

The movie had only just begun, the blond paying full attention through the opening scenes while the brunette carefully stole glances at her while doing her rewatch. Shieldon and one of Danua’s Pumpkaboo were let out of their Pokéballs, sometimes playing around, sometimes joining their trainers on the experience.

“Whoa… I can't believe everything that is floating around in this scene are spores.” Zena pointed out, while trying to remember something at the back of her mind. “Do you have to deal with those a lot in the Gym?”

“Not that many, myself. Shiinotic doesn't know the move yet, after all. But some of the other trainers fight an uphill battle whenever their Pokémon are a bit grumpy.”

“I see. Do your other Pokémon give you any trouble?”

“Well… I am responsible for most, if not all Pumpkaboo and Phantump in the Gym and they have a unique sense of humor, to say the least. But they never hurt me, even once.” She said. “I mostly just keep them from playing pranks on others. They can be a bit of a handful, in that regard, but most of them know when their playing around is too much, by now.”

“Got it. Well, every Pokémon is different, at the end of the day!”

“Yes. And each needs their own care.”

She nodded, then realized. “Oh, you haven't tried out the grapes yet, have you?”

“I don't think so, actually.”

“Got it!” Zena replied, picking one of the little fruits and coating them in chocolate. “Open wide!”

Though a bit surprised, Danua complied, pushing her hair off her face and eating the piece of food offered to her. Humming in appreciation, she commented. “This is very good chocolate, is it not?”

“It is!”

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“Oh! The airships!” Zena commented, trying to find her words. “I played this game last year that had some just like this one!”

Danua tried her best to keep a straight face, but she couldn't avoid a smile showing up. “Hehe, a lot of things took inspiration from this movie. This was one of the first few movies I watched, so, from my end, I get to feel happy when I realize I’m seeing something made by a person who liked the same things I did.”

“I see. I'm only watching it now, so I guess I'm going the other way around. It feels nice to watch this and learn from where the idea I was so impressed by came from.” The blonde replied. “There is a lot we can learn from the past, huh?”

“Yes. It's history, it's people, it's promises… it's important to remember them, I think.”

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The movie’s climax kept on growing, Zena’s unwavering attention following every second. Until a moment changed her energy from awestruck to thoughtful, that is.

“This moment… it's kinda like Geosenge a couple years back, isn't it?”

Danua’s eyes widened upon hearing that association, but she kept her composure. “It is a bit, isn't it? When people are desperate, they go to extreme measures.”

The girl thought about that as the movie’s great weapon decomposed in front of them, while the antagonist held on to her pride no matter what. Then, she looked at Shieldon and Pumpkaboo, which, after playing for quite a while, now peacefully napped together.

“We have to be very careful with how we make use of the past, don't we?” Zena asked.

“Yes. We do.” The Gym Trainer replied. “But I don't think doing so is bad. They’re the foundation that inspires us to move forwards, after all. There will always be people who look at it and think they can get a weapon or profit out of it. But that doesn’t make it bad. I think it is just a matter of giving it due respect.”

“Yeah. And if the past comes to us, we must make sure it lives the best present possible!” Zena added. “This world and its histories alike… I’ll help preserve as much of it as I can!”

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Whew. Today had been a handful, had it not? Myldrid was glad he was not yet too old to go around doing all this spelunking, at the very least.

By now, the girls probably had finished settling down in their rooms. They would have a peaceful night of sleep, if nothing else. As for him…

“Excuse me, miss. Are the Springs still open?”

“Of course, sir! You still have a couple hours if you wanna try them out!”

Fufufufu. It had been a long time since he last had the opportunity to do this, after all. Gotta make the best of it~!

Directing himself to the male side of the baths, Myldrid carefully removed his clothes. The shirt was unbuttoned and put aside, shoes and socks were stored in the proper location, pants following suit, legs and arms stretching and waking up as they got free from constraints. With only a bath towel on him now, the Professor adjusted his hair, making sure to change the ponytail to an updo more compact for what he was about to do.

His muscles gleamed from the indoor lightning and regular exercise, nevermind the hike he did that day. He wasn't too vain or anything, but it was nice to see he kept in shape. Those dance lessons helped more than just Lucan, that was for sure.

Going to the outdoor, open spring, Myldrid appreciated the beauty of the starlit view amidst the rocky mountains of the region. The moon reflected into the water, showcasing pure serenity and peace of mind.

The man calmly dipped his feet into the bath, pleased with the water’s warm, comfortable temperature. Then slowly, steadily entering, he savored the feeling of the hot water enveloping his legs, torso, and arms, blessed respite at the end of an eventful day.

A nighttime Hot Springs bath, all by himself, under the moonlit sky. Such were the blessings of adult life.

Hum... he felt like he needed just one more thing. He wouldn't entertain alcohol right now, but-

Ah. One of the Hot Spring's staff members came to check on him. Perfect. Turning around, Myldrid put both of his arms at the rocky edge of the springs, head resting on them as he looked at the server.

"Hey there. Could you get me a drink?"

[celabi]

I feel like I should put a TW here but I don't know what terms to put specifically so I'll just say I talk a lot about the negative aspects to autistic special interests (specifically really intense ones since I feel like special interests don't get shown in this sort of light much even though it is absolutely an experience that comes with autism?) , mentions of dizzy spells, sleep deprivation, fainting, lack of eating (not intentional/not eating disorder related), overall bad living habits, meltdown mentions, minor mentions of self injurious self-soothing stims, honestly near the end this just becomes a word vomit of me obsessing over Scara with an autistic reader in general near the end because genshin and this man specifically have an absolute chokehold on my poor weak autistic ass and 90% may or may not be my personal experience lmao bye- I probably missed some TWs but like just know there's a lot- I don't know I am going insane lmao

Okay so I know the consensus headcanon wise with scummy Scara is that when it comes to the reader doing things or asking for things his spine is essentially the equivalent of a wet tissue some left on a counter and forgotten about but like- What if he were in a scenario where the reader doing whatever they want was an active detriment to their own health?

Like the main idea in my head since it's an issue I myself suffer with really greatly is like what if he was with an autistic reader who experiences extremely intense special interests and forgets to perform basic tasks like eating, showering or even sleeping as a result of their interest being so intense and unmanaged? Cause it's like on one end bro wants to be supportive towards them and their interest, especially if like they've mentioned that they bring up the thing so much because they're autistic and it's their special interest, no way in hell is bro gonna skip the chance to be seen as an ally to the reader in that sense. Bro would probably yell at the fucking sun like an absolute mad man for making everything so bright and overstimulating if his poor darling ended up being overloaded by it and had a meltdown- But on the other he's watching them develop intense dizzy spells and like seeing them struggle to take two steps to the couch or to a chair while dazed as hell and whenever it's brought up they're just "Oh it's fine, I was just up till 6 in the morning last night because I was doing something related to my interest-". Or like he'll ask them when the last time they ate a proper meal was and they'll just "Oh I forgot I had to do that" or "Well I ate a chocolate bar like a day ago so that should be fine right?" And bro is just internally panicking like "No that is not fine how are you even alive?????"

And it's like he can't just cut the interest out completely since it's basically integral for the reader to have their special interest fix daily otherwise it can be really detrimental to them mentally and he doesn't wanna put them through that distress but like it's not like he would be able to like introduce them to a healthier routine either since like Motherfucker does it look like he knows what a healthy routine is?

Like bro is literally just out here like

"Babe I love you and I'm glad you're passionate about something but please, please go to sleep it's almost 7 in the morning I'm worried" he says knowing full well he was probably playing Valorant or something and would probably end up pulling an all nighter- Don't question how he knows they were up, it's definitely not like he's monitoring them through some cameras he managed to set up in their room

"Sweetie please tell me you ate something yesterday- Wait what do you mean you skipped dinner last night???? No a packet of chips doesn't count, You're lucky I happened to bring some extra leftovers" yes he probably invited himself over to make them a proper meal tailored to their preferences after this 🥰

The reader has an incident where they end up fainting while doing basically nothing cause their body was just done and Scara's immediately invited himself over for the week just to make sure they don't have any other complications or episodes- Probably even offers to bathe with them just in case they end up fainting while in the bath or shower-

Also not related to the health negligence but still on the topic of him with an autistic reader I love the idea of him letting the reader like scratch and claw at his arm (he doesn't care since he already does it himself) whenever they're experiencing a meltdown just so they can like get the "self-soothing" from it without them doing it to themselves- Although he probably struggles with giving them space when they need it- Also bro probably feels so fucking bad in the early days of like learning how to help them out when they're having a meltdown when he finds out him constantly asking questions about what happened made it worse for them since they can't physically speak in that state and asking questions just draws their attention to that and makes them feel even more helpless and overstimmed than before- He had his heart in the right place though :(

And God forbid if anyone makes an offhand comment about the reader acting a little "weird " socially bro has a whole "Uhm actually they're autistic you dick-" essay ready to go even if the person was nice about it- Qnd God forbid they did mean to mock them, bro is immediately on offensive mode even though he'll probably end up getting his own ass beat-

He probably doesn't care if he has to help them cut their own food because they struggle with the actual motor function required to do it properly- He'll happily do it for them- If they're in public and he has to do it he doesn't care, if anyone wants to give him or god forbid his darling weird looks then they can mind their own fucking business- Maybe he'll have to remember that person for later, just to make sure they get the memo-

ALSO assuming he's also autistic (hahaha not me projecting myself on him at all lmao) the dynamic is just the "Me and the autistic bad bitch I pulled by also being autistic-"

I don't even know if this is comprehensible or if I've just gone insane lmao- I nearly fainted at work yesterday because I stupidly stayed up till 4 in the morning playing Genshin because I have yet to manage my intense special interest towards it yet and my brain is scrambled to all hell- No thoughts, head empty, Only Genshin and Scara with his autistic bad bitch reader-

Also tried to make this open for anyone else who has autism too but it's probably really heavily injected with my own personal experience because I don't know how else to like talk about those things so like- I tried to make it open but it's difficult-

👀👀👀👀 wow I loved this so much it’s so interesting <3333 he just he just he just 🥹🥹🥹 trying to help reader while also trying to help himself r ahhhhh “bae go to sleep it’s 3 am” but he’s also awake and can’t sleep ahh in love. He’s always reminding you to do things he knows you would have looked past on, like showering and sleeping , and he’s no cook, but will whip up 5 course meals when he knows you haven’t been eating 🥺🥺

[more-than-a-princess]

Continued from here for @electricea!

Sonia wasn't sure about that: cakes more elaborate than a literal cake made to look like ramen? She tilted her head in thought, wondering how best to explain it. "I suppose we have various types," She began, "But it depends on the event and the time of year. Ingredients that are in season lend themselves much better to any dish, or so I have been told, but especially desserts. Such as lemon tarts in the summer, or gingerbread cake in the winter. I think the difference is that for very elaborate dinners, the dessert is not usually the final course: there is a fruit and cheese course, and then finally a coffee course served with chocolate truffles. All in very small portions, as to not upset our stomachs."

Maybe it was something Ryuji would need to experience to understand, but Sonia wondered how he would react to such things: a dozen pieces of cutlery, six different beverage glasses, and a constant rotation of plates and bowls from designated footmen, meant to be inconspicuous as possible as guests read each course from their designated place card, all written by a professional calligrapher (The Royal Family kept one as part of their full-time staff).

"A television viewing party? That sounds delightful, actually," She smiled in-between bites of cake. Ryuji might not have been as fond of chocolate, but Sonia believed that consuming a small bit of chocolate per day did wonders for one's mood. In this case, it would be just slightly more than the normal amount: whatever her stomach could hold and her friend couldn't finish. But the only thing better than just eating chocolate, was eating chocolate with a friend while watching a television program about chocolate, as silly as the premise was. "So often my work goes into the evening, with various events to attend. An evening free of such obligations sounds like a dream! And with delicious takeaway, too: yes, we shall name a day that suits us."

That would require a thorough analysis of her schedule and likely several revisions: what could she postpone or move, selecting a day, and then staying firm to the day. Sonia didn't care much for tardiness or breaking promises, the problem became when her family and staff did not recognize what she deemed to be a priority, time with a friend, to be an actual priority for the Princess of Novoselic. But if she held her ground, maybe, just maybe...

She frowned then: the excitement of ordering takeaway and watching game shows featuring perfectly-molded chocolate and cake to resemble random objects was put on hold in favor of Ryuji's birthday admission. While yes, it could be a waste of cake if it wasn't finished...but it was still a birthday to be celebrated. She wasn't convinced, even as he waved off the suggestion. "It may be difficult, but that does not mean it is not worth trying," She replied, setting down her fork. Such an important conversation needed to not be interrupted by layers of buttercream and fondant. "Your friends may be scattered around the world, but I am sure if you asked for them, they would return to support you. But Ryuji-san...are you happy simply being here? Your life can be anything you wish for it to be: whether that is here in Tokyo or otherwise. I am sure no matter what you wish for, you can achieve it!"

A pep talk was likely out of place, but that hadn't stopped Sonia from attempting one, complete with a flex of her bicep to show strength. Specifically, just how strong she found him to be.

[giganfan03]

How to Eat a Lot of Food and Still Feel Great

I love food. I absolutely love it!

Contrary to what you might think, the key to staying thin and beautiful is actually to eat more food and not less.

I know, it seems crazy, but it isn’t the more you think about it!

Essentially what is going on in your body is like, a ton of workers and they are trying to work so that your body, the machine, can function. But if these workers aren’t fed then they can’t work as well and make the machine function as well as it should. So you have to make sure the body can have enough fuel so all the little workers can do their job.

We live in a time where the minimum wage is going up and that is a good thing. So raise the minimum wage of your little workers!

My day to day diet is pretty consistent but I really try to make it a good eating experience every time.

I will start the day with a cup of black coffee so my body can have some energy, I then will get on a treadmill and walk for an hour at the highest incline option.

While I work on staying fit and healthy, my maids will be preparing my breakfast.

My sweet, sweet, maid will work all through the night to prepare a fresh bone broth for me in the morning. She’s my maid but she also does some cooking which is really nice of her considering we don’t really pay her nearly as much as we pay my personal chef but she still does it. I think she is afraid of losing her job or something but she makes quite a good broth.

Calories are important! To make sure that my body can keep up with the vigorous amounts of work I’m doing I try to consume as many as 200 calories a day!

After my breakfast of a cup of bone broth and a cup of coffee I will start working. I can browse Twitter for hours and after a while, you get pretty hungry! Working on creating a good image for yourself on the internet can be tiring, so by lunchtime my tummy starts telling me it needs more food.

Lunch is a big bowl of my favorite smoothie! I take water and ice and I blend them with a little bit of xanthan gum for thickening and some extra nutrients. I can eat this smoothie bowl all day. It is absolutely to die for!

I get a lot of compliments on my body and it makes me so happy but I just need all the girls of the world to know you really have to take care of yourself to look this good. Like I said before, it’s eating food that keeps you healthy, not avoiding it.

After I’m done with my remaining work I like to go for a little run. It’s just a nice activity to clear my mind. I will run around my property for about 45 minutes or until the joints in my elbows start to hurt.

I may sit on the couch and watch some TV for a little bit before my personal chef makes me dinner: Chocolate coconut macaroon french toast! I have a bit of a sweet tooth so this is just the perfect way to end my night, dinner and desert all in one!

You may be asking yourself how a woman like me can even manage to eat all this and y’know what, it’s just part of my life. After a while your stomach makes room to accommodate your diet so eating all this good food really just makes me feel good and I don’t even notice how full I am. I’m a growing girl and I need my fuel. Thanks GQ for taking some time and allowing me to talk about my wonderful meals of the day!

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

12.26.24 Thursday -I hope no murder plans even crime... It is the 4th week of nana in the hospital. Still,praying for her full recovery in a lil while....

6:41 am

Still,have windblow...

Waiting for 7am for the prayer vow for nana... Thinking of money again, for the expenses here and for nana in a way... How can I go back without any money.

Again,this will be the saddest knowing that some relatives,some old fakers friends even some mutually distant chinese friends can do the act of religious switching of spirit or maintain the spirit and soul but they will not do it... It will be the saddest if your friends became a traitor on you...

7:10 am

Still,have windblow...

Time to be a couch potatoe,waiting for some good blessings to come my way...

Tomorrow will bathe John and groom him for the New Year or on 28th...

But if I have budget I will bring him to the grooming shop but I'm so tight these days...

I also miss going to the salon....

9:45 am

Still,have windblow...

Thanks, Ate Eden for these...

I really appreciate these,in times of I need help on money...

Thanks for this Christmas Freebies, I appreciate it!

11:35 am

Still,have windblow...

There is a package, again for Uncle Jun,the delivery man is wearing something red again means a killer...

The red shirt are my killers... They are the tetsudae or maid or katulong group who can't balance their yin-yang! Either they are INC or Church Of Christ or from ilocos ( not sure if it is coming from Borgy or some people there that linked somewhere in Paranque on Webb)...

12:05 noon

Still,have windblow...

Uncle Jun texted me that his parcel was being cancelled coz no one talked to the red shirt delivery man. I said Uncle DD talked to that man, I said he didn't leave money for payment and I don't have extra now...

Waiting for JP if he can help me but now he is in Thailand with his family, I guess.....

I can't get a new bf now... My cousin-white's mother hated me coz I became a certified caregiver but I don't wanna do it anymore as my job. I don't know how to see Daniel Marsh...

2:54 pm

Still,have windblow..

Uncle Jun sent me to go there coz he will go to LTO but it is for tommoy? Who is tommoy? How can I go? I don't have the car and fundings yet??

3:05 pm

Still,have windblow...

Done,watching "Scream 6"... Well, it will always be SCREAM!!!

6:52 pm

Still,have windblow...

Uncle Jun is weird he knows that I don't have fundings here to go there coz he will go somewhere... What can I do? He sent me a text.

I wanted a bf who can assist me on money, a bit big amount. I wanted cousin-white but his mother hated me and how can I see Daniel Marsh?

7:01 pm

Still,have windblow...

Later, I will tell a story about nurse Josh...

7:53 pm

Still,have windblow...

7 minutes before 8pm for prayer vow for Mama Trining...

Planning to bathe and trim John tomorrow??? Or on Saturday? I need to fix my nails some are suddenly removed coz it was just my first experiment on polygel and I love it!

8:04 pm

Still,have windblow...

Done,doing the prayer...

Preparing the dinnerish... I became addicted to Polvoron that Ate Eden gave me, the eldest sister of Ely...

Ely, you will never be forgotten...

It is just a bite-size chocolate just coated polvoron and it gave 17 calories if you eat all the 20's bite-size polvoron. When you do 100 sit-ups you burn it already... When you are on treadmill for about 20 minutes you burn it already...

I already gave the electric bill to Uncle DD coz they will manage the fundings for that....I don't have fundings for that...

8:34 pm

Still,have windblow...

One of my water containers here is broken suddenly fell down from the kitchen stool and when I saw it, it was broken.

Then, I need to get water again from Ate Ochie...

8:56 pm

Still,have windblow...

Whew! I need to buy new water container in the actual water station why? Though, I planned or wanted to buy some cute pastel colours that I'm seeing in Lazadah coz when you buy a water container in water station there will be a free water on purchasing their container.

Hmm....Sad and weird I wanted to buy the book of "Toshikazu Kawaguchi" but I'm tight these days hoping I can access the pdf if I do have angels,somewhere... Oh! My God, I wanted to buy the books if I have the budget next time...

It is just weird that I feel that am I part of that book??? Am I one of the characters there? I read the plot it gave me a "goosebumps"!

Those weird title of the books! Before your memory fades, this title is really something serious and makes me cry....

Well, I read the plòt of "Before your memory fades"....Something that you wish it will never happen...

There are some rules as well that no one can visit that coffee shop if you are not part of the past... It is weird! What if I want a new coffee but I wasn't able to drink it coz I was immature but I wanna have it now....Can we break the rule? Who cares,if I still cross the road even if the traffic sign says stop! You should wait the human sign to turn green then you can cross the road... Who cares???!!!

[thealmostcarriediaries]

Finding My Way in My Twenties: A Journey of Self-Discovery (and Possible Chaos)

Ah, the twenties—the decade where you’re expected to have it all together, but instead you feel like you’re starring in a sitcom where no one knows the script. Honestly, I thought I’d be living my best Friends life by now, but here I am, still trying to figure out if I should spend my last few bucks on a fancy latte or a week’s worth of pest. Spoiler alert: pesto usually wins.

Life feels like a constant juggling act. Some of my friends are settling down, getting married, and starting families, while others are out there living it up like they’re on a never-ending vacation. And then there's me—caught in the middle, deep in the trenches of adulthood, trying to land a steady internship while squeezing in trips around the world whenever I can. Here’s hoping I get to explore it all before I’m scoring senior discounts!

You know what’s wild? I used to be so confident as a kid! I could decide what snack to eat with the ease of a game show contestant. Now? I’m over here contemplating the life-changing implications of choosing between popcorn or chocolate for movie night. If only adulting came with an instruction manual—or at least a guide on how to adult without spiraling into existential dread!

So, in an effort to make sense of this wild ride, I’ve decided to start this blog. It’s just for me, really, because let’s be honest—who would willingly choose to read my ramblings? (And I decided not to use any Hashtags for this) But if you’re here, welcome! Buckle up, because we’re in for a ride that might be slightly bumpy but hopefully full of laughter.

Now, here’s the kicker: my friends and I have decided to embrace a “winter arc.” That’s right, we’re using the cold months to hibernate… I mean, to work on ourselves! While we are hitting the gym and others are picking up new hobbies, I’m also over here thinking, “What if I finally try dating?” Yep, that terrifying concept that sends shivers down my spine—like I’m starring in a horror movie where the monster is actually just awkward small talk.

The truth is, I’ve never been on a date. My experience with guys usually ends with them either developing a crush on me or turning into a real-life horror story. You know the type—creepy texts, unsolicited advice, and the occasional “Why don’t you love me?” It’s enough to make anyone want to just cuddle up with a good book and some snacks instead. Let's be honest, Book Boyfriends are just so much better.

But it’s time to step out of my cozy bubble of comfort and bravely face the dating world! Who knows? Maybe I’ll meet someone who’s just as awkward as I am, and we’ll bond over our mutual inability to navigate social situations. Here’s to embracing the chaos, collecting stories, and hopefully finding a few laughs along the way.

So, join me on this journey through my twenties—where I try to figure out life, love, and the elusive balance between self-improvement and Netflix binge-watching. Let the adventure begin!

[traipseartist]

The dregs of October 11th, October 12th - Paris, Rome, Naples, Bed

After bon vivanting around Paris, Aneyn was kind enough to take me out for another round of drinks and dinner--this time a little closer to home. We trekked to a bar or two in the Marais hopeful but pragmatic about the nature of Paris on a Friday night and eventually settled in at a place called The Cambridge Club (truly adorable coming from my Oxford-grad host). The vibe was perfectly gloomy and the drinks fabulously twee.

Then after flirting with the blonde, beach-haired server, we paid our dues and made our way to a new spot called Piccote.

We ordered with eyes to functional dishes and received some unique takes on certain French classics. I am still wishing I could summon our cheese course back into existence. Then, sleepy eyed from the week, wandered home, sneaking some mango and chocolate ice cream from a late night spot that sold empanadas (?) on our way back.

Back in Aneyn's flat, I mentally prepared myself for the early morning tomorrow, repacked my suitcase, and watched Aneyn's stockinged feet bob along to a Beatles' song while hanging off the side of a loveseat huddled in a corner of her studio. She read me the history of Grace O'Malley (lady pirate, Irish, general bad-ass) and her piratical career. I am thankful to have good friends after all this time and after all.

I am sometimes reluctant to count travel days because the airport, especially, eats my soul. (I promise, one day, I will post a long and unoriginal kvetch about airports. I am currently fighting that impulse.) But I don't think you get to traverse three major cities in a day and write it off, so I report in despite this being a hobby I do for fun.

I took the metro to O'rly after bidding Aneyn and her lovely Parisian flat adieu. I decided at some point in the packing process to only pack a duffle (that has straps to easily wear it as a backpack) and an incidentally matching backpack (which I wear on my front like a nervous tourist or that weird kid you went to middle school with) because in my experience navigating airports and the metro with wheeled luggage--especially subway systems that existed before escalators were common--is harrowing. It also has the added bonus of giving a mobility that people with rolly-bags do not have. I am almost always able to rush down the stairs to catch a train. I always make it through passport control first. I can snake down stairwells while everyone waits cow-eyed for the elevator. Usually it's worth the cost of carrying literally everything I'm traveling with for X days on my back. But sometimes...

Well, let's just say Europe was definitely built for skinny people and tiny bags. And not the wonky, lateral disaster that is Marisa the Mobile-Luggage-Sandwich.

But we hobbled through security, ate airport quiche (that had no right to be of the quality it was), nodded off on an easyJet full of giggling French humans sneaking away for the weekend, and loped through FCO on a mission to meet Rose, who had landed about an hour earlier from her 12 hour slingshot via SFO.

We needed to be in Naples by 2100, and it was only 1430... How much of Rome could we squeeze in?

Turns out... Some!

We scuttled to Roma Termini via the airport's train hub and (for a small fee) left our bags with very audible humans who urged us on. From there we bumbled across the touristic landscape, locking eyes with old buildings--famous and unfamous.

Rose and I chatter about recent life events while stepping around slow moving tourists and tiny merchants trying to hawk everything from external batteries to tiny, water-spitting fans. Catching up, we wove our way to an early dinner at Osteria Da Fortuna.

The energy inside the little restaurant was minorly riotous. Humans slipping in and out and by and through. The menu was too long for a place that had a woman hand cranking penne by the host stand... You were getting the pasta--why else were you here?

I had a glass of rosé rosato that made me mourn America and after some deep breathing (to fit in more pasta) we slipped out and bolted back to the train station to meet our insistent Neopolitan Airbnb host that was getting increasingly nervous that he didn't have a solid arrival time from us yet.

We bought tickets for the next train (accidentally for the following Saturday... Oops), pulled our luggage back from the jaws of the bagliagi deposito, and waddled with earnest fury to the platform that would send us at breakneck speeds hundreds of kilometers south to Napoli.

After a little confusion we hopped from Garibaldi station down to the local metro and bobbed and weaved around teenagers, small barking dogs, and the dark mysteries of late-night Naples. Winding our way through the Centro Antico like rats in a maze, we dove out of the way of speeding Vespas and ducked under hanging laundry in the tight and high-walled streets of the ancient city.

Our host, tired of waiting to hand us keys, sent a cryptic video of the path to his Nona's house from the front gate of our rented apartment and I sat whistling a tune while Rose disappeared to go negotiate with a non-English speaking grandmother.

After sleuthing to figure out which of the dozens of units was ours off of the main courtyard, we whispered to four separate locking mechanisms. Climbing up another flight and a half of stairs and into beds firm enough to put bounced change in ceiling plaster, we beelined it for bed.

Tomorrow, Napoli in daylight. Capri from the water.

[mania-sama]

post-op day 7 update, The Finale: a full seven days has passed since i got two of my teeth ripped out of my mouth unjustly (i suggested the surgery and signed up for it asap). it has been a JOURNEY. but as all good and bad things, my daily updates will end today. i fear i will not have anything interesting to say anymore, unless for some reason something goes horribly wrong while the sockets are still trying to close, but i highly doubt that will happen.

as far as the daily medication goes, i'm still taking my ibuprofen tablets every 8 hours rather than "as needed," because i am a regular at Weenie Hut Juniors and don't handle any kinds of pain very well. my tolerance simply isn't that high. so, i'm not off of that yet. the antibiotics are almost done, though! i've got about a day and a half's left of tablets to take. then i'm through! the hydrocodone has not been taken since that one singular night, and it will not make a rerun again. then we have the oral care/hygiene, which consists of brushing my teeth carefully, special mouthwash held in my mouth for 1 minute 3 times throughout the day, and two saltwater flushes per socket directly into the sockets. the saltwater flushes i'm still kinda... eh about, because it can hurt a little bit. not that fun. i was doing them as required, and i STILL had food stuck in my sockets.

my post-op appointment with my surgeon happened today!! all good news, mostly. no dry socket, no infection, and i'm allowed to return to eating all foods & suck straws, swish water, etc. which also means that i am going to try and return to exercising, too. i go back to my personal trainer tomorrow!! all exciting stuff!! the negatives of the appointment, though... i'll get into that later. but yes. nothing bad that would delay my recovery or anything! stayed on the straight and narrow and it paid off.

today's food:

TWO bottles of water

ONE glass of milk

ONE packet of fudge brownie little bites (i finally found out what they are called!)

ONE bowl of chocolate ice cream

TWO cheese sticks

ONE small sonic chocolate milkshake

TWO reece's pieces cups

THREE taco bell soft tacos

THREE spoonfuls of peanut butter

MY FOOD RECOMMENDATION: i know what you're thinking. you're thinking that i'm gonna say the soft tacos because they are 1. a meal and 2. different than everything else. and to that i say, you're WRONG. i'm voting the sonic milkshake. why? because sonic got me through this week of hell, and i am a sentimental little bastard. i must acknowledge how great these milkshakes have been to me. thus, on a seven day streak, the sonic milkshake is my last and single best recommendation for wisdom teeth removal recovery.

so, when you get your wisdom teeth removed, get a sonic milkshake on your first day, right after surgery (or when you feel up to consuming anything, which for me was pretty fast due to fasting and just general misery). sonic specifically because their milkshakes are thick enough that they have to be eaten with a spoon, yet not so thick that it's hard to eat. it's just right. you get the milkshake. you struggle to get the spoon in, but you consume it anyway. you have a friend, or family member, or whoever is there with you to watch over you as you eat. you watch their reactions. you watch as they point and giggle and tell you that you've got your sonic milkshake all OVER your chin, down your face. your sonic is dripping onto your shirt and floor. you didn't know this because you're in pain and also you chin is entirely numb, so you literally could not feel that the milkshake was escaping your mouth. then you hastily dab at your chin, trying not to provoke your sore jaw at all, and then you continue to eat your milkshake because dammit it's good. ^ this is a right of passage for all wisdom teeth removal survivors. my friend who got her wisdom teeth out a year ago, as it turns out, had the EXACT same experience as me. it's great. it's something we should all go through, like trauma bonding, or... something.

ratings:

pain: 7/10. before you make any assumptions, this is not about the pain i woke up in. i was actually doing pretty good (still took the medication) until the goddamn appointment. that surgeon propped my jaw open further than i had ever been able to get it to go thus far. then he took his sweet time pressing down every single square inch of my gums and open sockets. that was not fun. then we have the part where he cut out the stitches. i was told by a different friend, who had to have HER stitches cut out, that it wouldn't hurt. that it would just feel weird. i was LIED TO. that shit HURT. the socket on my right side was bleeding profusely, so i had to wear the gauze again. the left side wasn't so bad, but the FLUSHES. the socket flushing ALSO hurt. and specifically on the left side, i've been experiencing sharp pain every time i bite down even a little bit. turns out i've had food lodged back there, even though i had been so careful. rip. i think i may have gotten more back there because it's all hurting again. well. i guess i'll just die (/j). it all came out with the flush the surgeon did, so hopefully my flushes will measure up.

stitches: -10/10. WHY COULDN'T THEY JUST SLIP OUT NORMALLY. you know how i always complained about only being able to see the one on the left side? i think that was a good thing, for the left socket. on the right side, the stitches were still so firmly in place that there had to be multiple cuts and pulls back there for the surgeon to get it out. i was bleeding EVERYWHERE. NOT cool. not. cool.

swelling: 1/10. i don't actually think i'm swollen anymore, but i do have a mild case of facial dysmorphia that really wants me to think i'm still swollen. so. whatever that counts for i guess.

talking: 9/10. not yet ready to give the satisfaction of a 10/10, but i can do pretty much everything without any pain. smiling, laughing, singing, shouting, talking, etc. it's great!! life is much, much better.

overall: 4/10. i don't have a fear of the dentists, or of surgeons. i have a fear of pain. i do not like bieng in pain. so, by proxy, i do not like it when i have to have things stuck into my mouth because they are likely to cause me pain. and they DID. they caused me much pain today, much bleeding, and i kind of feel like my surgeon doesn't like me. but it's okay. we live and we breathe and we learn. tomorrow is always a new day, and i have optimism that i will only improve.

thank you for coming on this journey with me!!!! pro tip: if you ever get your wisdom teeth removed, do NOT be stupid like my parents were. one got chick fil a the same day the teeth were removed, the other got pizza. the pizza parent got dry socket (i don't know how the chick fil a parent didn't). dry socket is painful. don't get dry socket. take your meds, follow the guidelines set by your surgeon, and let your friends/family take care of you!! don't overexert yourself, and take each day as they come!!

[meqquan]

Last beverage: iced coffee! And some sips of water

Last phone call: I called my parents yesterday to talk about baby

Last song you listened to: something r&b early 2000s. Chris brown?

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Height: 5’8

What are your three favorite colors: mustard yellow, forest green, and rust orange

Piercings: I have 8 piercings in my ears, and my nose is pierced. I’m ready to replace my nose stud for a hoop!

Tattoos: just one (bear paws) but I’m ready to have this baby so I can get more ink. I’m wayyyy overdue for more

First school: a fucked up catholic school that scarred me for life lol

Believe in luck?: of course! And karma

Believe in love at first sight: No but lust at first sight is for sure a thing

Believe in Heaven: ehhhh not in the traditional religious sense. But I do believe our energy is put into the universe when we die and we are able to understand more of the grand picture at that point. We are all one, and the universe is in all of us.

Have you ever been on the computer for 5 hours straight?: yeah sims addict right here!! lol

Did you ever watch TV for 5 hours straight?: probably more often than I should lol

Did you ever fail a driver’s test?: no I never failed but I’m still not a good driver and I can’t park for shit

What could you eat any day of the week and never get tired of?: potatoes, bacon, fried chicken… coffee oh and chocolate!

Last thing you spent money on?: a black dress for Mollys Wednesday party! I can’t wait to try it on

Do you like the snow?: yes! I love snow and I love turning on an outside light at night and watching it fall!! Black ice, however is scary af … so are falling icicles lol

Do you like the outside?: I love nature! I love cool weather, clouds, rain storms…. I am not a fan of Florida summer heat and humidity though

What makes you happy?: the family I’ve created for myself and the friends that have become family. My children. My dogs. Clouds. Little surprises. Shopping. Iced coffee lol. Flowers! Plants. Lots of things, really.

Have you ever seen someone you knew and purposely avoided them?: yessss especially people that are a blast from the past cause that’s awkward lol

Ever been outside your home country?: yeah! I went to Canada as a kid and I’ve been to South Korea to visit one of my close friends. That was an amazing experience!! I’d love to be able to travel more once my kids are grown.

Ever been on a road trip longer than 5 hours?: on the regular lol. I travel 8 hours to see my parents in the mountains. And I’ve taken many other trips that were the better part of a day to get where I was going. So worth it though!

Are you afraid of the dark? Yes, pitch ass black if I can’t see my hand in front of me… that shit freaks me out

Do you believe in true love?: I think you can find love in a lot of places, but yes true love is out there too. It’s harder to find but if you’re lucky enough to find it, it’s the most amazing experience

Do you wear make-up?: yeah! It depends on the occasion and the weather.. at home I’m not wearing any makeup but if I go out, I’ll usually at least fill in my eyebrows and maybe do eyeliner. I haven’t worn a full face in a long time

How many windows are open on your computer?: I’m one my phone. But there’s like maybe 6 pages open on my browser

Who last texted you?: my friend Ty! About spicy books lol

Who did you last text?: my hubby. Cause my chair broke smh

What are you craving right now?: nothing really at this moment. I was thinking nonstop about my leftover breakfast from yesterday but I just ate it about an hour ago! It was soo good

Would you live with someone without marrying them?: yeah! I always thought I’d live with a friend as a roommate but that never ended up happening for me, which is fine! I probably stayed outta trouble more because of that. I lived with 2 men I dated before I ended up getting married to my man.

What’s irritating you right now?: it’s hard to get out of this reclined chair preggo while my chair is broken and won’t un-recline

Do you want any pets: I have 4 dogs but I’d love an army of dachshunds lol and a mini Aussie. And a bloodhound. And a mini cow lol

Do you want to change your name: I wanted to when I was younger. But nah my name is just fine. Everyone that’s close to me just calls me Meg instead of Megan which is fine

Lost glasses/contacts?: I don’t think so… but I lost both my retainers for my teeth. Which annoys me. I don’t want unstraight teeth. At least my front teeth..

Been arrested: No but I have been in the back of a cop car as a teenager smh

Milk chocolate or white chocolate?: milk chocolate or nothing at all!

Twirl or cut your spaghetti? Twirl.

Do you type fast? I can

Do you sing in the shower?: not always but I definitely do sometimes!!

Have you dated someone twice: yeah. I definitely gave people multiple chances in the past before. Idk that I would do that again if i were to go back in time

Moved out of town: I moved from north Florida to Tampa (biggest mistake ever) and then I lived in North Carolina for a few years before moving back to my home town. I never thought I’d move back to Florida. But the person I love was here, and now we have a family together here

Where is your favorite place on earth?: I mean, there’s many places I dream about seeing one day. Lots of places I love. But the smoky mountains are where my heart and soul reside. It will always be my home, even if I’m not living there.

What’s your favorite thing about yourself?: mmm I love the way my brain works even though it’s very different from most people. I also love my full lips and my hair. And the green in my eyes

Something you hate to do?: trying to keep the floors and toilets clean in my house! I can never keep up.

What would be the best gift ever?: hmmm right now, moving into our new home. New tattoos and a nose hoop ring..weed lol shopping trips… idk

Do you wish on shooting stars?: I’ve only seen a few in my lifetime. But I’m sure either made a wish when I saw them. I’m more of an angel numbers girlie

[rhonddaandallaneuro]

Start five days at sea.

The cruise through to our next port was pretty calm and except for watching the various cabaret shows, eating and drinking life is pretty slow. The people on board, we have met, are really nice and while we all do our own thing during the day after dinner it is usually the Irish bar, which by the way did not celebrate “St Patricks” day, where we gather, sharing the days stories and experiences, before either retiring or doing the late cabaret show

On arrival in Seychelles our initial time for departure from the ship had a few hiccups with the dock double booked so we sat out in the ocean waiting to depart the ship. Was taking longer then predicted so the ship released two tenders to transport anyone who wanted to go. This In itself took a very long time and most passengers a little upset. We waited two hours after our allotted tender time.

Finally we sailed into the capital, Victoria, where we did a the long walk into town. Not a lot here beside a mini “Big Ben” donated by the UK in honour of Queen Victoria. Took the time to catch up on our stories as you may have noticed through the local Italian Restaurant.

Did a lot of walking through the local markets but find this place is very expensive returning to the ship in time for a nanny pay and tea.

Decided there had to be more to the island then the town so we shared a taxi (E$100 for day) Thursday with two sisters, Sue and Maxine, and drove around the island. So glad we did.

A quick drive to the highest viewing point on the island just below one of the six palaces owned by a prince from the United Emirates here on the Island. One for each wife and then off to the beach where the sea water is clear beyond belief and the sand white as.

From here we saw a lot more beach’s mixed amongst some of the greenest and thickest growth we have ever come across. The roads were of quality and due to having our own guide we saw the best.

Last stop for the day we visited the home of the turtles. While these guys are penned in, disappointing but probably only way to preserve their existence, they are huge and seem content.

Finally, very tired from our days touring, we headed back to the ship where a few drinks and tea saw us retire very early.

Some time Friday morning we crossed the equator and as all ships do there is a ritual where people are thrown into the pool ( after being doused with tomato sauce, chocolate, flour and water), which we watched. We spent most of our first full day lying around the pool. Great time enjoying the spa and pool. Water very warm.

Now please do not think I am being racist or ego driven but I have seen more European flesh, both male and female, to get me through the rest of my life. Pool side here sees anyone wear whatever they choose or do not choose to wear. Quite head turning at times. People on a cruise are on a mission and one has to wonder how many selfies actually are ever shown to anyone. Haha I will have trouble sleeping tonight.