#i worry about my sugar intake

[mydeaddad]

😬

[shoyoist]

haven't talked about my girlfriend in a while so i'll tell you people that for better or worse, she truly is the sleepiest girl in the world. tells me she wants to put a movie on for her to watch and for me to have as background noise while i study, and two minutes later i'm turning the movie off because she's asleep. tells me all day about this game they want to play with me when i get home from work, falls asleep before we make it through the game's tutorial stage. i could be at work and receive an urgent text from her, only for her to leave me on delivered for hours and it's when i get home that i realize she's fine and that she just sent me the text and then fell asleep. she'll be telling me about the latest drama in their friend group and her voice just gets quieter and the pauses between sentences get wider and wider... until she's effectively talked herself to sleep. they tell me "i'm going to pull an all nighter for this assignment tonight! wake me up from this nap in an hour." and will not wake up until the next day, no matter what i do. we could be doing pillow talk and she'll tell me "i'm feeling eepy" in place of saying good night to me, and will just fall asleep instantly. she's so damn sleepy all the fucking time. i love her so much.

[a-dash-in-the-middle]

i don't know if i am horrible at communicating when i want a little attention or when i feel forgotten, or if people just in general never think it is about them because in their mind all of our needs are met and i am venting about everybody else?

[genshin-impact-updates]

Early to bed, early to rise. Avoid anything high in sugar or sodium.

"Coach Iansan is my idol, the greatest fitness coach in all of Natlan! Everyone tells me I'm naturally talented, but without her guidance, I'd probably have wasted my talents on eating. Don't worry if you're new to exercising, she knows how to tailor her training to her students' needs! Oh, would you look at me yabbering away? How about I give you a flyer — Coach just so happens to be recruiting trainees!"

— Varesa

◆ Name: Iansan

◆ Title: Tempered in Molten Stone

◆ Gold-Standard Trainer from Teteocan

◆ Vision: Electro

◆ Constellation: Carnotaurus

"Do you dream of pushing beyond your limits? Do you aspire to unfettered power?"

"Why not take a trip to the Collective of Plenty to attend the Pilgrimage Victors Academy? Under the skilled tutelage of our world-renowned coach, we can help you break free from your weak, feeble self!"

Many visitors making their first trips to Natlan have received such flyers, and the fitness pedigree of the Collective of Plenty is well known. As such, more than a few curious souls have signed up to unleash their inner strength. However, when they first lay eyes on this "world-renowned coach," it's not uncommon for aspiring athletic acolytes to feel cheated and ask for their money back.

Such situations fill Iansan with a sense of helpless exasperation. After all, even she has to admit that it's hard to draw connections between her child-like physique and notions of "strength" and "power." For many, it's difficult to imagine how someone so diminutive could guide them to "break free from their weak and feeble selves."

Whenever this happens, Iansan invites prospective students to name a fitness activity of their choice, challenging them to compete against her. Still smarting from being "cheated," it's rare that anyone refuses this opportunity to take their anger out on some fitness equipment.

Then, once her erstwhile inductees have exhausted themselves trying to outdo her, Iansan picks up their discarded weights and racks up a dozen or so more sets by herself.

"How is that even possible? Elemental power? A blessing from the heavens?"

"No, my strength comes from a well-scheduled workout routine, controlled caloric intake, and precise supplemental nutrition."

Even after experiencing defeat in this manner, many trainees still harbor doubts over Coach Iansan's words, but most of them still sign up for her academy all the same.

[kcrossvine-art]

hi friends! :D y'all voted and fought neck and neck for this SO- heres the first entry into our little cooking journey of J. R. R. Tolkeins fictional food for his fictional little guys he puts in fictional turmoils for our enjoyment and awe!

 Before we get started i wanna say i owe my heart to all the LotR fans who upkeep the wiki, debate the cannon, and create their own versions of the foods mentioned. Both because of my love for people who LOVE (passionate people)(passion about anything) and because my own knowledge of this series is a little dusty. I've never seen the movies but I did read the books growing up. I'll be learning and remembering things from a fairly newbie standpoint, so no worries if you yourself arent familiar with the series! (and if you are familiar, hopefully youll forgive me!)

We will be making Lembas ('waybread') today! If you've made your own version of this please feel free to share it, similarly if you have any ideas for what we make next!

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to Lembas?” YOU MIGHT ASKWell so the funny thing is we kinda dont know. At least not entirely? The elves are dicks like that. But heres what we'll be using in ours-

Butter

Self-rising flour

Granulated Sugar

Raisins

A small dried fruit of your choosing

Almonds OR Pecans

EGG

Whole Milk

Heavy Cream

And if you would like for dipping-

Blackberry jam

To the extent i understand this is kinda like hardtack from the bri'ish military, but a fantastical version of it that actually tastes really good. Hardtack was a military provision with the texture of a brick that took a long time to spoil and could be easily carried with soldiers. So the texture we're going for is super dense, packed full with nuts and fruits (haha just lik-), but perhaps not that dense. We want something closer to a dog biscuit than actual tack.

I remembered something about corn being mentioned, thankfully the wiki clarified that no actually the british just referred to any grain as corn back in the day. Thank Fuck! Although I would like to try a version of this using masa in the future.

AND, “what does Lembas taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

Took a few tries but eventually got it perfectly chewy and dense

The raisins cook-in like little beads of flavortown sweetness

Cant speak for other fruits but for dried apple it softened up nicely, kinda matching the raisins in the end

Im a big pecan slut, pecans fuck on anything especially here. Crumble them on top after you coat the dough with the egg-mixture for some visual appeal

Somewhat flakey outside

The jam was my idea, it was nice but might be too sweet for some tastes

Would pair very well with a kiwi flavored drink

Or mead

I can see why this would a travelling provision. Its both sugary (a good thing when expending energy) and filling (also a good thing when youre travelling) while not being overwhelming with flavor (if youre prone to motion sickness. Horse sickness? Do get motion sickness on horses?)

Its like how if you're going hiking you want a good mix of sugars and salts, to balance your intake of water.

. If you wanna make it like the illustrations or the movie, use a cookie cutter for either triangles or squares . If you don't have a cookie cutter, an apple cutter also works ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . try to keep the board you'll roll the dough out onto chilled before you use it, it seems better for the texture of the food though i dont entirely know why

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So from beginning to end, it took about an hour and half for the first attempt. Down to about 40 minutes for the second attempt. These are a real simple recipe because its not like a croissant where the margin for error is nonexistent. Middle-earth be damned my boy can work a grill.

I'd recommend storing in a tubberware container, but if you're deadset on using leaves please rinse and dry them first, and wrap the bread in either wax paper or saran wrap underneath. We dont have mallorn leaves in real life (as far as we know) but most salad greens should work, or as Marie Porter says (linked in the reblogs!) a banana leaf.

I really enjoyed the process of making this recipe, itd be really easy to batch-bake these en masse, and the process of eating said recipe. Like all jokes aside, i think this would be a great substitute for trailmix. Its not going to get smushed and even if it breaks a bit it wont affect the taste. It wont keep you fed for a whole day but pair it with some pickles or a salty snack and yeah itll keep your motor running.

I give this recipe a solid 10/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) Let me know if you think I got something wrong, or if you ran into issues with the recipe. We're off to a strong start, lads!

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Ingredients:

6 TBSP butter, chilled

2 cups self-rising flour

1 TBSP granulated sugar

½ cup raisins

½ other dried fruit (strawberry slices, oranges, etc.), chopped

Handful of almonds or pecans, chopped

1 egg, well beaten

½ cup whole milk

4 TBSP heavy cream

Method:

Preheat your oven to 400 f.

Cut the butter into slivers/small pieces. With your hands, combine the butter into the flour in a mixing bowl until the mixture resembles coarse sand.

Chop your dried nuts and dried fruit until it feels right.

Mix in the sugar, raisins, nut, and dried fruit of your choosing

In a seperate bowl, beat the egg until combined, and then mix in the milk until combined. Keep a bit of this mixture to brush the tops of the bread.

Stir while adding the egg/milk mixture and the heavy cream into the flour. Mix just until combined into a soft dough.

Knead the dough until firm on a floured surface.

Roll into a half inch thickness and cut with a square or leaf shaped cookie cutter. (...or in my case, an apple corer).

Place on a lightly greased baking sheet, with about an inch of space between each piece. Brush the tops of the lembas with some of the mixture you saved earlier.

Bake for about 15-20 minutes, or until it turns a soft gold and the inside is chewy.

[she-is-ovarit]

Please hear me.

Being tired isn't normal. It doesn't matter that you're aging. Being fatigued is a serious sign.

It might be difficult to judge "normal tired" from "bad tired". Rule of thumb is that if you notice that other people seem to be on another plane of existence with alertness, you're not "normal tired".

I slept for 10-12 hours a day at least and still was tired for most of the day but "functioned" (went to work).

It turns out it wasn't just one thing. It was a lot of things. I went on liquid vitamins first because that's all I had energy for—to throw money at something that can be delivered to me. And it was crucial. I went off my heart medication after my doctor let me know my active heart rate was way too low (prior to the vitamins). I felt super improved and this went from feeling super improved to extremely improved after I began to eat more healthy fats (avocados, eggs, nuts, vegetarian-friendly animal products). I cannot emohasize the eating more fats thing enough. Did you know that due to our biology women are supposed to have way more healthy fats than what we're typically told?

I had struggled with other symptoms I brushed off as normal too. My hands and feet being cold all the time. Turns out this wasn't normal. How many women and girls have cold hands and feet constantly? I was "adoringly clumsy". Balance issues from vitamin B12 deficiency. Foot cramps. Magnesium deficiency. Generalized anxiety disorder. Still have it, but significantly improved because my body isn't fighting for it's life. Lack of focus/concentration issues to the point where I worried I had ADHD or something since that's all I know about that mental health condition.

Constant cravings I blamed on emotional eating. Increasing my healthy fat intake all about cured this—helped more than protein. I began to lose weight when I increased my healthy fats because I was no longer seeking out sugar or bad fats. Iron deficiency and vitamin D3 deficiencies were also confirmed on blood tests before I started liquid vitamins.

When I went off my heart med and bought those dumb electrolyte packets for my water, my arrhythmia is now hardly noticeable physically.

And to circle back—I am awake. And I sometimes break down and cry because I can't believe how I was functioning now that I understand what having energy feels like. I didn't know. I didn't know there was even anything wrong with me. I thought I was just a tired person. That being tired was normal to being female and aging.

Chronic fatigue is extremely serious. It's not normal. You're not just a tired person.

[ayoharuko]

Love and Deepspace: Boyfriend Headcanons ♡

I really need to start writing more Zanye stuff considering his my type in so many ways, don't get me wrong but I love all of them, however. Zayne was the one who pulled me into the game and made me stay :3

Again, most of the headcanons may or may not be already canon in game. But do not worry, I do have originals I've thought off :3

Reader here is Gender Neutral (They/Them)

If you haven't seen Xavier's part its here!

Warning: Some Spoilers from his Myths and minor swearing.

Reminder: The character belongs to INFOLD/ its respective creators; this is all just fictional work so please try to not take these too seriously :)

♡ Now, we all know that our favorite Doctor loves sweets right? I feel like in his feel time, aka when he doesn't have work and takes a break from the hospital - he'll practice how to bake sweet goodies.

♡ Think about it! He knows how to cook well and his knife skills are exceptional, so he would definitely make baking as a stress relief and hobby.

♡ I imagine him making sweets to either give to the patients in the hospital, or maybe his coworkers too, once they finish another hard day.

♡ Obviously, you'll get most of the treats as your his special person but not only do you get most of the goods - you also get the first taste! He would also ask you for your honest opinion, now if your scared in telling him the truth; don't be. He encourages it so he can improve better in baking :)

♡ While on the convo of cooking and food - we also know that this man can cook very well, not only is the meal balanced but the presentation and taste is immaculate.

♡ Don't worry picky eaters, you won't even taste the veggies he put in the meal so you'll be safe and not gag (At least not from the food yk what I'm sayin-)

♡ Zayne will ALWAYS make time for you. No matter how busy he is, you will always be his top priority.

♡ You are literally the whole exact reason why he choose to be a cardiac surgeon/doctor after all.

♡ That also means he worries over you like a mother hen, sometimes he can be overbearing and too much on the scolding or doting whenever you get injured.

♡ So obviously, that leads to a few fights here and there but you understand that his intentions are all good.

♡ You are the passenger princess ✩

♡ Like. His car will always have snacks that you love, extra necessities, ties and your playlist is saved on his car too!

♡ On his day offs and you guys feel like hiking somewhere far, he would stock up his car filled with stuff that you usually use at your home as he wants you to be as comfortable as possible.

♡ He tries not to spoil you... he tried to put a limit on everything so you don't get your way but your just so fucking adorable and stupid sometimes that he can't resist giving in... kidding he loves you-

♡ Dates would consist of; cat cafes, hiking, going to the gym, trying out cafes, kitty cards but mostly he would prefer to spend time with you at your or his place :)

♡ Love languages would be Acts of service and Quality time.

♡ As mentioned, he would do chores and he'd cook for you. He also prioritizes you over anything, all his time belongs to you... it has always belonged to you.

♡ Despite telling you to always limit your sweets/desert intake, it apparently doesn't apply to him.

♡ You both would frequently visit the dentist as his teeth would hurt from the amount of sweets (and sugar.) he'd consume, one wonders how he hasn't gotten diabetes yet....

♡ Zayne knows that he can come off as aloof or cold so he thinks about the words he says to you before he actually speaks it. Which often saves you both from arguments a lot.

♡ He also makes a point to be honest whilst not hurting your feelings, you won't have to worry about him lying about how you look or the answers he'll give to your questions.

♡ The only thing he'd be dishonest about tho is when his the one in need of help. His so used to not accepting help that he lies that his evol doesn't hurt him; when clearly, it does.

♡ You'd have to be super plushy to make him care enough to take a break for his own well-being, how ironic for being a Doctor right? Well, his thankful that in times when he can't be the doctor, you make sure to step in as a Doctor just for him and him only.

♡ Zayne often has trips to the Arctic; and when he does, he would either take you with him (Which is rarely.) or make sure to update you with pictures of/or with Pie, the scenery and with your requests - his face as well. You both won't be able to video call all the time while his at the arctic because the signal would be weak so he takes pictures instead.

♡ When he does get back from his trip, expect gifts and tea from him. He'll also make sure to kiss you deeply as he definitely missed you a lot.

♡ Cats aren't really fond of him right? You would force take him to cat cafes all the time and try to establish a connection between him and one of the cats! There was only one cat that liked him enough tho- But thats a win for you!

♡ Since its been said that you both do go hiking sometimes, I believe you guys would do some camping as well.

♡ He would take you on a hiking journey up a cliff filled with pretty flowers and Mayne jasmines that he may or may not have planted himself and you both would set up camp there.

♡ He would grill some food, take out the sweets he baked back at his place and cuddle you under the starlight... wishing for this all to last forever.

♡ He gets nightmares right? When he does; all he wants to do is seek you out, but he often feels guilty as he knows you have your own problems... So you have to rely on your 'Zayne Senses' to know whether the nightmares haunt him or not.

♡ When it is haunting him; all you need to do is Lead him to the bed, tuck his head into your chest - just enough so that he can hear your heartbeat while you whisper promises that you're never gonna leave him.

♡ Zayne has learned how to be patient, yet for you? His Patience will be tested. Whether it's you on those week - long missions or you not calling or messaging.

♡ Zayne does skincare..... I firmly believe he has friends that are dermatologists and that they give him skincare products sometimes as a gift. He gives some of them to you too, if it has good benefits or if you just want it.

♡ If you both are living together and your schedules are in-sync; you both would do your skincare routines together.

♡ I believe that Zayne - not only takes care of his body health but also his face - and not in a beauty standard way but in a 'Good looks makes the patient more at ease and would likely trust him more typa way'

♡ However, in months where the hospital gets busy; he develops a little stubble under his chin. Sometimes its on purpose as he likes the way you shave it or the way you sit on his lap if yk yk...

♡ Nicknames that he gives you are so sweet like honey... the way he calls out to you with that sweet nickname he has given you, it instantly fills you with butterflies.

♡ I like to think he'd call you Honey, Sweetheart and My Love a lot... but when your asleep in the comforts of your shared bedroom; he'd whisper My heart and My Jasmine, just soft enough that you could barely hear whilst slipping away to dreamland.

♡ In conclusion, Zayne is just filled of Husband Material ᯓᡣ𐭩

♡ His not perfect by all means (Expect you think he is) but he will do everything in his power to make sure that you'll not only be satisfied but also comfortable.

I had a lot of fun writing Zayne's part! Considering that his my main after all heh.

I hope that you all enjoyed reading Zayne's part and let me know if ya'll want a NSFW Version of these headcanons :)

See you guys on my next post~!

Rafayel's Boyfriend Headcanons, check it out too!

Reblogs are appreciated and Feedback/Comments are always appreciated! :3

(Note: please don't copy and paste my works anywhere, and if you do see them on other platform please inform me.)

[ozzgin]

Ozzgibz my lord may we have just one more crumb of pickle content pls pls pls🙏🙏🙏

Like I have an idea, reader as pickles mother🧐 like like like U wake up together after many many years

Not just a crumb, but an entire loaf! :D I will use this chance to finally finish all of the Pickle related requests I currently have. (At least I hope I haven’t omitted anything). So you may consider this a Pickle megathread, containing multiple requests put together.

Pickle Headcanons: A collection

Featuring Pickle and Reader: Pickle’s Mother! Reader, Pickle trying modern treats, Pickle and his newborn, Pickle x Student! Reader and Pickle x OP! Reader.

Pickle’s Mother! Reader

You wake up surrounded by heavy, intricate machinery and at a certain point it occurs to you just how long your slumber has been. Ah, that explains the peaceful, uninterrupted rest. You can’t recall the last time you slept this well. And, like clockwork, you hear the humans scream mere seconds after you stretch your rusted bones. A familiar growl jolts you back into action. Being frozen for millennia sadly doesn’t strip you of your motherly role.

With a groan, you rip the medical cords away from your body, indifferent to the frightened stares of the scientists currently unsure of your intentions. They needn’t be afraid for long. With the calculated movements of someone that has been doing this one too many times, you walk towards the source of ruckus and return with Pickle under your arm. It’s almost as if you’re wearing an invisible hero cape: the research team can finally relax knowing Pickle’s fearsome mother is here to keep him under control.

This arrangement now poses an interesting dilemma: how will the fights unfold under the watchful gaze of a protective, Jurassic mom? Should the fighters be worried about a vengeful counterattack if they’re too hasty with your son? The first one to test the waters is Retsu, and before he enters the arena you place a heavy hand on his shoulder, briefly guiding him aside. He nervously watches your gestures as you pretend to beat up an invisible opponent. Are you showing him potential punishments? Then you give him a friendly nudge and point to Pickle. Realization sinks in and he stares at you, wide eyed. You’re giving him advice on how to give Pickle a proper beating. Well, obviously. If they’re going to challenge your menace of a son, they should at least make it worthwhile. Rough him up a little. At the end of the day, it’s less work for you.

Pickle tries modern treats

Pickle would probably lose his mind with any carbonated drink or sweet flavor. He never had access to this amount of sugar, so I’m wondering if he’d think it’s poisonous once he becomes agitated from the abrupt intake. Nice, exquisite smell and a vibrant color that tempts him enough to give it a try. Next thing you know, the liquid sizzles in his mouth and he panics, but eventually settles down. Then his heartbeat increases and he’s squirming under the confused stares of the fighters (who initially offered him the drink), until Professor Payne points out his body might not be accustomed to our levels of sugar. The real trouble starts once he can handle the unhealthy snacks, because someone will have to stop him from overeating. (To be fair I’ve also never had a Baja Blast, seems less popular/available in Europe but it looks nice.)

Pickle unable to care for his baby

They say your life flashes before your eyes as you die and you certainly gazed upon a delectable bunch of recollections when the prehistoric man swung his massive body towards you, growling threateningly. They were hoping the fighters could keep him entertained long enough for you to feed the baby, but it seems his fatherly instincts (that he’s otherwise lacking) trumped his need for battle. Thankfully, he stops right before his clawed hand touches your frightened face. For the first time he sees his newborn eating, the puffy cheeks expanding with each gulp of the mysterious bottled liquid you’re providing.

Well, if all you’re doing is feeding his child, he might as well keep you around. You certainly don’t look like a threat, even less so than the men he just faced in the Arena. To the relief of everyone witnessing the spectacle, you get to live and handle the baby. Not like you have significantly more experience when it comes to taking care of infants, but with the help of the scientists you manage to ease Pickle into his parenting role.

All this time spent together has reminded Pickle just how much he misses the presence of a second parent. The baby likes you, you seem to be rather knowledgeable about these matters, and you’re extremely cute if he is to be fully honest with himself. The Jurassic man can’t help the faint smile gracing his features whenever he pictures it: you make a nice family, wouldn’t you agree?

Pickle x Student! Female Reader

You’ve learned to ignore the bewildered stares. Thankfully, this time, the only unusual sight consists of Pickle’s gargantuan size and nothing else. He’s dressed in modern attire and has since learned to behave better in public. You recall the first encounters, where an almost naked Jurassic creature kept following you around and wouldn’t take no for an answer. It took you several weeks to figure out he’s interested in you, and you eventually relented. Naturally you couldn’t have gone outside with a wild jungle beast donning a fundoshi and nothing else. So you did your best to instill modern customs into your new boyfriend.

And, for the most part, it worked. He’s sitting with you on a campus bench, politely waiting for you to finish your rough sketch. He enjoys watching your drawing process, especially if he’s the subject of the piece. A giddy feeling overwhelms him, almost as if he’s being physically touched with each stroke of the pencil. The fact that you observe him so carefully, and then somehow reproduce the image so accurately on paper…It entertains him greatly. Sadly he can’t return the favor. You’ve offered him drawing tools before in case he wanted to join your creative hobby, but there was no dormant Botticelli in his soul waiting to be awakened.

While he may not share your artistic inclination, you can at least be assured that no threat will ever reach your proximity again. His hands were built for battle and he makes sure you witness this truth on every occasion. No fight begins without your presence in the Underground Arena. As much as you feel for his battered opponents, the whole ordeal results in very neat action frames. You leave the matches with brand new batches of doodles. Who would’ve thought you’d find your muse in a prehistoric man? Additionally, if you ever need some extra cash, there’s always the option of delving into erotic art. After all, you have access to any reference you could ever need and Pickle would be most eager to help you.

Pickle x OP! Reader

@mariahvilla569

So this was a little difficult because I wasn’t sure whether Reader is overpowered in relation to someone in particular or just the whole Bakiverse. I went for a Reader who’s stronger than everyone else.

Pickle was very confused when he met you for the first time, standing in the audience of the Underground Arena to observe his match with Retsu. He was instantly smitten and was about to discard any intention of a fight to immediately pursue you instead, but he was stopped by multiple men forming a barrier before you and an angered Retsu demanding his undivided attention. He assumed you must be someone’s partner and therefore he’ll have to win his way to you. He couldn’t have guessed in a million years that you were politely allowing everyone else to have their fun before you swiftly cashed in your victory.

You did have enough grace to take your time with the prehistoric man. He doesn’t doubt that if you so desired, you could’ve ended the battle within mere moments; but just like the rest of the men, you wanted your fair share of entertainment. This way Pickle was also offered a sample of your exquisite skills, which made all the fighters before you fade into nothingness. Truly astonishing that a human half his size would tower above him in terms of raw power. He was left beyond impressed and his initial crush has avalanched into a full blown obsession.

Just because you’re stronger doesn’t mean he can’t fulfill the duties of a protective partner. Consider it a way to efficiently save time, as whoever isn’t strong enough to get past him isn’t worth your precious time. Not to mention that Pickle has come to view your sparring sessions as a special form of intimacy reserved for him and you only. If you need to train, he should suffice as an opponent. There’s no one else as sturdy as him, and you’re always in a great mood after a proper fight, so he’d be an utter fool not to take advantage of it.

[heartfullofleeches]

Another thing about Liu's sensitivity towards perfumes/items with a strong fragrance I mentioned a few days ago is that it really messes up their "vision" when they're in a more feral state aka "Lucille". While their sight is better in some areas, Liu's ability to recognize faces is about ten times worse in their fleshy parasite form. They rely heavily on darling's scent, their voice, and other distinguishable details to tell them from other people - smell being the one of the first and most important things Liu retains to memory.

The angst and following comfort of Darling trying to calm Liu down when Liu can barely tell who they are is so good

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"Wh...ere....Where...."

Can't see.... Can't think... A ferociously honeyed aroma clouds the inner workings of their already disoriented mind - twisting and merging their perceptions of the world around them into a sensory nightmare. Their eyes cannot tell apart what their nostrils intake. Circles of water obscure their sight on a more physically level. Tears? No- They can't cry like this. What's going on? It's all so confusing.

"Where?... Can't...I can't.."

In the haze, the outline of a body stands out - gone as soon as it reappears. Even when they can't see it, they feel it reaching out for them. Touching them. Its gentle embrace hurts... Embracing them like it knows them. Like it cares. They can't tell what... or who it is... If only if they could see... If only they were-

"It's me."

A voice. Louder than their own cries. Than the ringing splitting their skull in two- Where have they heard it before?.... The ringing in their ears... No, the chime of a bell. The one hanging over the door in their shop. The silhouette before them.. It matches the same one standing there, waiting for them.

"Sugar?...."

The dull ache behind their eyes blisters into something akin to stabbing. Had they not recognized you a second longer, Liu was unsure of what Lucille - what they might've done. The thought terrifies them - brushed away by the soft stroke of your thumb over the exposed tissue of their cheek.

"Sorry... I'm sorry... Did she...Did I hurt you?"

"I'm more worried about you than anything. Are you okay is my question-"

"I will be.... Now that I know you're here."

[ed-recovery-affirmations]

I just made myself a cup of a new tea, one from a set that a friend sent me. I was super curious to try it with and without milk in it, so after I take a sip without, I'm going to add milk to my tea.

That may seem like such an inane little story to post on a blog, unless you have an eating disorder. I'm sure many of you know what a big deal milk in tea can be, and what an important act of self-love it is.

It was poured into many of our ears, approaching teenhood in the mid-2000's, not to "drink our calories." For those of us whose restriction was weight-based, many of us practiced filling ourselves with water, with our coffee black and unsweetened whether that was how we liked it or not, and with tea that never contained milk.

Like many people who've struggled with binge eating and with restriction, I struggle with creating anxiety-inducing rules about when is okay to eat, especially if I'm between meals and worrying if I should allow myself a snack, or if it's okay to quench my thirst with anything other than water. This is especially true between meals. For some reason my brain has accepted the "extra" caloric intake as part of a meal, but still balks at the idea of introducing these things independently into non-meal parts of the day. I would like to note that my chronic illness and my body's reaction to food has also influenced this weird relationship between me and my favorite treats, such as a piece of candy, or a beverage that might happen to contain a greater-than-zero calorie count.

But tonight, before bed, I want to try this tea. And it sounds like one that'd be super tasty with milk, as it has cocoa powder and vanilla in the blend. So I let my tea cool in the room with me as I type this, telling myself that I can get up and go back for milk after I taste it.

Now I have gone to the kitchen.

Now I have poured in a splash of milk and tasted. It's soy milk, as regular milk sometimes hurts my stomach and I don't want my sleep to be disrupted. Due to my chronic illness, this is still something I have to think about, and I'll be honest, I hate it. Things like this make it so hard to tell myself I can let go of my food fears, because my brain knows that some of my food fears will turn out to have validity, and so what if they all do?

Now I have poured in another splash. Tasted.

Now I have poured in a third, much larger splash. Tasted.

Oh, this is it. This tea tastes like a warm dessert. But now it's too cool, so I need to microwave it back to its best heat. I used to not want to microwave my food. As a teen I heard a hippie say that microwaves destroy the nutrients in your food because the radiation breaks down their molecular structure. This is absolutely false. In fact, it's been disproven that microwaves break down nutrients any more than other methods of heating food, but for a long time I believed it. And even after I learned the truth, I still found it hard to convince myself it was okay to use microwaves for a very long time.

I have just finished my tea in my room. I took the time to identify that I wanted it. I took the time to truly taste it in several different ways, consider how I felt I wanted it and bring it to those specifications. It wasn't planned for any specific time or day, but I agreed to give myself this the way I wanted it anyway. I've been drinking my coffee with milk every morning, too. I actually like black coffee, but I like it better with milk. And I give myself things throughout the day that I enjoy, to enhance my experience of my existence. Life is hard, and it's okay to allow yourself, to the fullest extent you can, the small joys that bring you through the day.

I wanted to share this with you. I hope you don't feel the crushing weight of morality when staring at a bottle of regular soda and the sugar-free, when you wake up with your morning coffee, when your self-care regimen includes a cup of tea. I hope you practice actively giving yourself the love you need this week. And I hope you give it to yourself exactly the way you need it.

[raghhhhhyperfixations]

Cavities

TW: VERY SCARY SPIDER PICS 😬

Tony thinks peter has a cavity, why? Because Peter has a nasty habit of poking at his teeth with his tongue when he thinks nobody is looking and it’s concerning to Tony who is in fact watching his intern with a worried look.

So he starts to limit the amount of sweets Peter has including the sugary drinks, Peter doesn’t notice at first but when he does he can’t but ask Tony why.

Who asks Peter:

:” When did you have your last dentist appointment?”

Peter: “Uhm. a couple weeks ago why?”

Tony: “Hmm, you’re not lying to me?”

Peter: “No?”

Tony:” Okay.”

Still Tony calls May later that day and asks because he doesn’t believe Peter, she confirms what he says, that he did have a dentist appointment a few weeks ago.

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Tony: “And how did it go?”

May: “Good, he’s normally okay with his teeth why?”

Tony: “No particular…” he trails off. “Reason…”

She doesn’t believe him but lets him hang up anyway, knowing Tony he’s probably fretting over nothing or something majorly huge and since Peter hasn’t been weird, weird of late, she thinks it’s nothing.

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This carries on, Tony sees Peter poking at his teeth, maybe with his finger or tongue and will end up dieting him on his sugar intake, he’ll be strict about it, He’ll ask May about the dentist.

The two notice.

Pepper notices.

Happy notices.

Nobody can explain Tony’s weird behaviour.

until…

Peter finally cracks and asks: “Mr stark is something wrong?”

Tony: “Other than the fact you won’t call me Tony, no whatssup underoos?” Tony swivells from where he’s sitting to face Peter.

Peter: “Because you’ve called may about my dentist, twice this week.”

Tony: “Well that. you see kid, can’t help but notice you poking at your teeth, thought they might hurt.”

Peter: “Oh.”

Tony: “Didn’t want it to be because of a cavity you know?”

Then it makes sense, why Peter was being cut off from his sweets why he was suddenly being handed water instead of pespi or Coca cola or even coffee with the worst combination of sugar inside it.

Because Peter had simply asked for that.

But Tony had thought about his health and rebuked no matter how hard he wanted to give into the requests.

Peter: “Actually Mr stark, i think my teeth have gotten sharper.”

Tony: “Huh?”

Peter takes a seat: “Yeah, can’t really tell because it’s not too sharp but they feel sharper, the canines do anyway.”

Tony: “…”

Peter only smiles.

Tony: “Ohhhh.”

Spider fangs, while Peter’s teeth didn’t turn into full on wolf fangs they did get a little bit sharper and he couldn’t help but bite on his tongue accidentally a few times or poke at them to be reminded of the sudden change that was Spider-man.

So when nobody was looking he’d poke at them more to try and explore this new discovery unfortunately he doesn’t have venom like an actual spider but he still thinks it’s pretty neat and hey! he has actual fangs now.

So whenever Tony has to do something now foodwise and it involves Peter, he takes into account of Peter’s sudden new fangs but of course he gets the

(Peter: “They barely aren’t there! you don’t have to slice my apples for me.”)

Or

(Peter: “I’m fine Mr Stark, i can eat my food just fine!)”

Little does Peter know, Tony likes slicing his apples up for him or perhaps changing their takeout order so it’s easier on Peter’s teeth and when the two are curled up in the penthouse living room in a quiet night.

Nobody but them?

With the most ridiculous movie on play (Peter’s chosen choice) and Peter sleeping on his chest, (Maybe, just Maybe, Tony can admit to himself it would be alright if continued to act a bit more fatherly towards his son.)

Pepper takes a picture when she comes in and sees Tony asleep, he wasn’t answering her calls or responding to Jarvis, it’s a shared and secret photo between her and May, one the two dote on quite regularly.

(The inspiration: )

[hitmewithsomebooks]

@jegulus-microfic Jan 31 - lock

Cowboy James

1,333 words

NSFW, briefly explicit

First part Previous part

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It took James not a minute to snatch Regulus's phone from Sirius's back pocket. As the cowboy had predicted, the bartender didn't even notice. James wasted no time grabbing a giggling Regulus by the waist and leading him out to his truck.

The entire ride, James was playing with Regulus's curls, his thighs, pulling him over for kisses.

"Keep your eyes on the road!" Regulus scolded, but it was only half-hearted, with a tipsy smile. James just smirked, one hand on the wheel, the other on Regulus's thigh.

When they finally arrived at James's house, Regulus sighed, relieved to be able to get some fresh air. James's teasing on top of his alcohol intake had left him a bit flustered. But when he went to open the door, it was locked.

"James." He whined, partly because of the door and partly because the man had begun kissing his neck. The cowboy simply hummed against him, and Regulus huffed.

"Open the door."

James smiled.

"But it's so nice and cozy ‘n here." James murmured, and Regulus groaned.

"C'mon, just open it..." Regulus protested, pushing the cowboy away. He then leaned across James, trying to reach the lock. James blocked him, laughing, grabbing Regulus by the shoulders and positioning himself in the way. Regulus shuffled closer, crawling over the gear shift. He could almost reach the lock, but then James grabbed his wrists and began nuzzling his neck. Regulus faltered, and James took the opportunity to pull the smaller man into his lap, so Regulus was straddling those glorious jean-clad thighs.

"Mmm, ah could get used to this." James's voice rumbled, and Regulus rolled his eyes.

"Not much space in here."

"Don' need that much space, sugar. Ah wanna keep you close, anyhow." James remarked with a kiss, one that made Regulus forget about the truck for a moment. He leaned forward, trailing kisses down the to side of James's neck, where he began sucking and biting. James groaned, letting his head drop back against the seat. Regulus smirked against his skin, giving it one final nip as he reached over and unlocked the door. He was out of the truck in an instant, sprinting to James's front door.

"Oh you li'l shit." Regulus heard as James swung out of the truck, and he threw his head back and laughed. In a flash, James was on the porch in front of Regulus, backing him against the wall. Regulus couldn't contain his smile.

"Seems like quite a big house for just one man." He commented, gesturing to the house they were standing just outside of. James hummed against his neck, flicking his tongue over Regulus's pulse, whose breath stuttered.

"It's my parents' house."

Regulus couldn't help himself.

"Really? A grown man, and you still live with your parents?" He queried, and James narrowed his eyes at him.

"Durin' the summer t' help my pops with the farm, y'little brat." James replied, and Regulus grinned at him.

"Where are they now?"

"Visitin' some fam'ly friends. They won' be back tonight, don' you worry."

"Why would I worry?"

James leaned forward, biting Regulus's neck.

"Fancy li'l brat." He growled, finally backing them to his door and opening it. They stumbled inside, now reattaching their lips in another heated kiss. James pulled back to grab Regulus by the hand and lead him down the hall.

"Are we going to your childhood bedroom?" Regulus questioned, snickering slightly.

"Nah, they turned that into a st’rage space. This 's the guest bedroom." James answered as he swung the door open.

"Oh, and is this better?"

"Yup. Y'know why?"

"Why?" Regulus answered, eyebrow raised.

"Cuz it's gotta bigger bed." James murmured, pulling him into another kiss. They stumbled backward, the door swinging closed behind them, before the backs of James's knees hit into the bed, and he sat. He pulled Regulus right onto his lap, just like their position in the truck. Except this time, Regulus stayed put, and let James mouth at his neck and begin unbuttoning his shirt.

"Goddamn, y' really are sugar. Ah could jus' eat you up." James rumbled, kissing and sucking across Regulus's now bare chest. The younger man sighed, working on James's own shirt. The man paused his own actions, pulling his shirt by the neck and over his head, dislodging his hat. Regulus swiftly plucked it off the bed, placing it atop his own curls. When James looked up, his lips parted, taking in the sight that was Regulus wearing his hat.

"Well fuck me." He murmured, running a thumb along the brim, trailing down to Regulus's lips.

"That is the goal." Regulus hummed against his thumb, smirking. James pressed, shushing Regulus, who simply sucked the thumb into his mouth. Hazel eyes widened, pupils swallowing iris, and James licked his lips.

"Regulus. Can ah fuck you, please?" James groaned, and him saying Regulus's name like that made it even easier to say yes.

From there things progressed quickly, feverishly, clothing thrown haphazardly across the floor and praise whispered into mouths. Regulus was already falling apart as James whispered things like “you’re an angel,” “so good, so gorgeous,” and “baby, please let me.”

Soon Regulus was gasping as he sunk down onto James’s cock, both groaning as he bottomed out. They started off slow, savoring the feeling, James dragging his lips along Regulus’s shoulder, his fingers down his back. Soon they picked up the pace, though, until James was thrusting up into Regulus, the man’s thin fingers buried in James’s curls. James fell over the edge quicker than he’d have liked, the sight of Regulus riding him like a true cowboy, wearing his hat, too hot to handle. Regulus followed him, gasping and pulling James in for bruising kiss, before they collapsed onto the bed, falling asleep sprawled across one another.

*

It was mid-morning when Regulus woke up, blinking as he adjusted to the sunlight streaming in through the windows. He laid on a warm, strong arm, and rolled over to find a still very asleep James. His eyelashes cast pretty shadows on his tanned face, hair splayed across the pillow. Perfect lips parted just slightly, his sculpted chest rose and fell peacefully. After admiring the man for a good minute —or five— Regulus moved to get out of the bed. But strong arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him close again.

"I thought you were asleep." Regulus murmured, amused.

"Half 'sleep." James mumbled, face buried between Regulus's shoulders. Regulus chuckled.

“Ah felt y’ starin’ there, angel.” The cowboy murmured, and Regulus’s smile was giddy.

“And?”

“See anythin’ y’like?”

“Many things.”

James’s grip tightened slightly, nosing along Regulus’s neck fondly, pressed kisses at his nape. Regulus wriggled against him, trying to break free. It was a moot point, though, as the strong arms only tightened around him.

"Don' go..." James whined against him. "Stay here w’th me..."

"Stop talking, it tickles..." Regulus laughed, squirming again in the man's arms. He felt James's grin against his back. Then, a deft tongue darted out, tickling his skin. Regulus let out a little shriek, pushing against the arms keeping him trapped.

"If ya stop tryna leave, ah’ll stop ticklin' ya." James told his back, and Regulus huffed.

"Fine." The younger man groused, rolling his eyes even though the man couldn't see it, settling back against the strong body. The position wasn't exactly something he could complain about. He felt James smile against his back, then feather-light kisses up his spine, making him shiver.

"Wish ah could jus' keep y’locked up 'n my bed fr'ver." James mumbled, nuzzling Regulus's neck.

"That would be kidnapping." Regulus replied, but he settled into James's arms as he said it.

"Would it, now? You don' seem too reluctant to be here, sweet pea." James drawled, smoothing his hand down Regulus's side. The smaller man hummed, leaning into the touch.

"Case in point." James said triumphantly, and Regulus didn't have to look at his face to know he was pleased with himself.

~

Next part

[starlightsuffered]

Forgiveness

Info - Timothée criticizing your eating choices, Zendaya being offended for you, argument, calling reader a bitch and punching wall, reader wanting to leave but him not letting you

"You sure you wanna eat that Mon amour?" Timothée asked me, pointing to the dessert I'd ordered.

"Why do you say that?" I asked. Zendaya's gaze was laser focused on Tim. I didn't get what was going on.

"It's really fattening," he said offhandedly.

"Aw mate you don't say that to a girl," Tom said under his breath and shook his head.

"Timothée Hal Chalamet, you're an asshole! Come on Tom we're leaving," Daya said to Tom. Tom looked at me sympathetically and left with his girlfriend.

The ride home was quiet and awkward. I was doing everything I could not to cry. When we got in the house Timothée tried to grab my arm as I was walked away.

"I didn't mean it like that. You just told me you wanted to watch your sugar intake," he said desperately.

"You didn't have to point it out in front of our friends and basically call me fat," I snarled.

"Okay well I said I'm sorry, can you forgive me now?"

"It doesn't work that way Timothée, I have to feel like I am ready to forgive you and I DONT feel that way!"

"Come on, forgive me, and also call Daya and tell her we're good, I don't want the press to know she's mad at me. It's not a good look whatsoever."

"Ohhhhh, that's what this is about truly," I snapped. "I should've known."

"No, it's not only that, but that's part of it. I am really sorry and I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," he said earnestly.

"I don't believe you. Why don't you just dump me and date a stick thin Victoria secret model who eats a single grain of rice. She'll be so nutrient starved she'll obey you like a zombie."

"Stop being such a bitch!" He roared and punched the wall angrily. I burst into tears of fear and hurt. His face fell.

"Baby, oh baby, I'm sorry," he said trying to move forward. I flinched and I watched tears fill his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, I should never have done anything like that. Honey, tell the world I'm an asshole and Z doesn't like me. I don't care what you do but don't be afraid of me, let me hold you," he sobbed.

"I don't think so Timothée, I think I need to leave," | said and made for the door.

"No!" He wailed and sounded genuinely pained.

He got on his knees. I was shocked when he put his head under my shirt and wrapped his arms around my waist.

He was kissing my stomach over and over while saying he was sorry into my skin.

"I'd die if you left me, I would be broken. I don't want a Victoria secret model. I want you, your body, your personality, your everything. I have never been more attracted and loved a woman the way I love you. Please forgive me, please love me again. I'll never do anything like that again."

"Okay, okay Timmy, I forgive you, I love you," I said gently.

"Oh thank god," he gasped and came out. He held me to him so tight, placing kisses on the top of my head.

"I adore you, you are my world," he sighed.

"I love you Timothée, how's you hand?" I asked.

"Don't you dare worry about my stupid hand."

[tako-cafe]

Azul ED HCs

Idia's post for part 1

As the title says this is dealing with eating disorders so read at your own risk. This is also my own interpretation of the game content. You could and might read these lines in a different light, but this is how I see him.

Start with what I think he has: Anorexia. Through the events, card and homescreen voice lines, and main story it is clear he limits his calories and types of food he consumes. He has a unnamed calorie limit, exercises a certain amount daily, and does so for the sake of keeping in a certain weight he deems correct based around childhood bullying around his weight. Key reasons other than his obsession with his figure and weight are his calorie tracking to remain within a strict limit to a point of not eating even if hungry, A focus on healthy eating to a point he skips joining school events fully like halloween parties,and a limited diet ie he cut out his favorite foods deeming them unhealthy (his being listed as fried chicken). This post will go through and showcase everything I could find to back this up from game. note-will only add enough for context, look up or read game content for full stories, and of course spoilers if you haven't read these yet.

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Jade mentioning Azul used to be an eater, Azul trying to hide why he isn't eating

Event: Terror is Trending

 Azul-get heartburn just watching Ruggie eat. Jade-Oh? I believe you could put him to shame if you felt so inclined Azul-Not another word. Jamil-For as little as you're eating, you've been going around eyeing everything. Is there a scheme in the works I should know about? Azul-Can't an honest businessman scope out the catering without being painted as some kind of villain? Jamil-You can't even relax on Halloween, huh?

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Floyd noticing his lack of eating

Azul's Dorm card-

Jade- Ugh, what a waste. And the carpaccio we had that day was so delicious, too. In any case, I imagine that growing up in a restaurant allowed him to try many different foods and keenly develop his sense of taste. He is a true gourmet.

Floyd-Then he should eat more. He only ever picks at his food these days.

example of his calorie limit being mentioned

Floyd-Hey, I'm thirsty. Can I have one of those drinks? We're up to our dorsal fins in the stuff.

Jade-A splendid idea. We should toast to Azul's success.

Azul-I've already hit my nutritional threshold for today, so I will pass.

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Birthday Boy-

Remembering eating as a slight negative memory

..They'd tell me,"Eat some of this,eat some of that!" In Hindsight, I wish I had complained about how excessive it all was...

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Home screen Lines-

school uniform- I wish they'd label how many calories are in each dish in the cafeteria. It makes keeping count so difficult.

outdoor wear- You think I've eaten too much? Oh, no, there should be no qualms with that today, since I've burned more calories than usual.

Ceremonial robes- Maybe I should tighten my belt a little...I prefer having a tight figure.

Halloween- I'll hold back on the treats, thank you. Accepting more and more of them will only increase my calorie intake for the day.

Birthday boy- heheh For my birthday, I decided that I will eat as I please without worrying about the calories.

You brought me food again? ...Is that your way of saying I look like I eat a lot?

Tsum- This Tsum...its roundness and plushness may be cute, but it gives me mixed feelings whenever I look at it.

GloMas- The aromas of butter and sugar permeates the air...The City of Flowers is overflowing with temptation. I must be more strict with myself than usual.

Homescreen lines have a mix talk about calorie counting, restriction, and body image talk in them.

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While I didn't go and collect the lines as screenshots like the Idia post this HC was more straightforward and went over a more well known disorder than his did. Everything listed above is what I remember being in game and are examples why I think he has Anorexia.

[cokezerobeetle]

https://www.tumblr.com/cokezerobeetle/775335815058505728/im-like-almost-3-months-into-active-r3l4p5e-and-i

DUDE I WOULD KILL AND DIE TO BE 27 LBS DOWN IN 3 MONTHS SPILL YOUR SECRETS........🤲

I want to be honest and say I started at a higher SW so my BMR is a little more than others in this community, but I’ll let you know just a little bit about what I do 🥲

I keep my net intake under 600, my average is about 200-300 ish daily.

I get on average, 50 minutes of exercise and 8.5k steps daily. Walking is literally the easiest exercise and light on the body if you’re restricting.

I drink a LOT of water, I guesstimate about 80+ oz a day.

I (try to) track and weigh everything. I got a food scale so at least the foods I eat at home are measured accurately. Everywhere else, I try to guesstimate to the best of my ability. (There’s an app called BitePal that uses AI to guess calories and honestly, they way overshoot the actual amount often times. It’s not perfect but it helps me get a general idea if I have no clue.)

I (try to) prioritize protein through shakes, bars, chicken, etc.

I don’t cut out very much, as long as it fits within my budget then it works. Like if I want fries from a fast food place, I’ll get a small as portion control. If I want a cookie, I’ll cut it in half. I do usually opt for sugar free/ low cal/ protein packed options of all the things I can though, like sodas, condiments, chips, candy, etc.

I plan around food centered events by working out more before, eating less before or after. Stuff like that, so that I can be normal and eat a little more than I usually would, but still maintaining a deficit. It keeps friends and family’s worrying or concern at bay for at least a while.

I try to keep my hands and mouth busy, I play a lot of Roblox. Not even joking.

I take vitamins to make up where I lack, like I’m deathly afraid of messing up my teeth worse than I already have, so I take calcium. I have low hemoglobin, so I take iron. My hair is lowkey thinning, so I take biotin. I want to stave off unwanted side effects as best as I can as harm reduction.

Okay, that’s everything I can think of right now. Be safe! 🤍

[thiccpersonality]

Heaven Help Me: I Had To Leave My Children Home Alone For Work, And I Hope That When I Return I Have A Home (and Children) To Come Back To

If anyone were to ask Bruce or Batman how much he adored his kids, he probably wouldn't answer you-but! Some certain superheroes (looking at you Superman and Supergirl) would be able to hear the shift of the usually calm heart beat at the question, maybe even be able to smell the contentment and love that radiates off of Bruce at the simple thought of his chaotic children. Should he learn to actually answer the question honestly without fear of seeming weak? Most definitely. But if you were to tell the Big Ol' Bat™ that, you know what he'd tell you? Shut up.

Anywho, this isn't about Bruce's deep rooted emotional issues, this is about how much he loves and cares for his kids. How much he wants to see them happy, content-and most importantly-alive.

Anyone that has come to know Bruce well enough might tell him that the last part is a little over dramatic. They'd roll their eyes at his antics and tell him to, "just calm down. You're only leaving for work, they'll be fine." But that is the issue, he has to leave his kids home alone...you know? Together. In the Manor-did Bruce mention he's leaving them ALONE yet? Because he has to leave them alone without any adult supervision. And Bruce does NOT care that Richard is twenty-five years old, he knows that he'll be too lenient on Tim's coffee intake and Damian-oh, God! He will probably try and introduce his poor baby to the-in Dick's words-"the wonders of sugar!"

Bruce shivers violently at the thought of coming back to his home-scratch that, he is worried he won't have a home (or children) to come back to.

"Maybe I don't have to leave, Alfred. I have people that can do my job for me." Bruce stands in front of the mirror just in front of the entrance door, smoothing his perfectly combed hair back in a show of how distressed leaving his kids is making him. Alfred (bless his dear heart) just smiles patiently and ever so kindly at his son through the mirror, grabbing the car key after making sure all of Bruce's suitcases are accounted for. "But you have been planning this event for awhile, Bruce. You have been so excited to open up the new orphanages and learning centers, why the worry now? You know young Master Richard can be trusted with his siblings."

Bruce turns around to face his father, his posture a bit more relaxed compared to before, leave it to Alfred to know what to say. "You're right...maybe I-"

Before Alfred can make any sarcastic comment about always being right, the little moment between father and son is ruined by the sound of Damian stomping down the steps and peaking over the railing with a pout a glare. "Father! Are you departing so soon without me? I have packed my things! So I should be ready to partake in this adventure with you."

Bruce can only stare in surprise as Damian rushes down the rest of the steps, his suitcase thumping against the wood as he drags the too big thing behind him, his little socked feet shuffling against the floor until he is proudly standing in front of Bruce, his big green eyes sparkling in anticipation as he looks up to his father. The sound that escapes Bruce can only be accurately described as the air being punched out of him, he can't handle Damian when he gets like this...so the only solution obviously is-"We can bring him. I don't think they'll mind an extra Wayne attending the opening."

Damian nods and reaches for his shoes, a curse escaping him as a pillow is very precisely thrown at his hands, forcing him to drop his shoes.

"Hold it right there, kid. Dad said that we ALL had to stay here and that I, Richard John Grayson, would be allowed to watch my adorable little siblings. Isn't that right, B?" Bruce freezes at the stares he receives from his eldest and youngest child, he can't exactly go back on his word to Richard now...Heaven knows the young man will be crushed if Bruce changes his mind and takes Damian with him, plus, the boy does have school to attend.

"I...did say that, yes." The man gives a defeated sigh and looks down at Damian with the best reassuring smile he can muster, it's kind of hard when he doesn't want to leave his kids alone either, "I'm sorry, Dami. Maybe next time you can come with me, okay? For now, you listen to your older brothers-" Bruce pauses at Jason's cackling coming from the kitchen at those words-"Listen to Dick, okay? And no unnecessary arguments with Tim." Damian's shoulders slump in defeat, his eyes only widening under the instructions to-to listen to Richard-ha! "But father, who will be aiding you on this mission of yours? All due respect to Pennyworth...but he is not as young as he once was."

What does Damian mean by adventure and mission? Bruce is only traveling to officially open up a couple orphanages and education centers in Haiti and a couple other places.

"Damian, what do you mean by that?"

Jason makes an appearance in the kitchen entrance, a tub of ice cream tucked in-between his arms like a baby. "Pipsqueak here thinks your giving a secret code for a mission you have somewhere. I tried to tell him that you are genuinely just traveling for work, but he just cursed me in Arabic and then said something about me being a snake and speaking my native tongue: lies."

Bruce looks back down at Damian with a humored look in his eyes, "I'm going to work out some things abroad. I have been working on some nice things for some very good people, Damian. Batman's work isn't just at night, you know? It's helping the people be able to live easier day-to-day too." Damian manages to slump even more, tugging his suitcase close to himself while muttering, "Then can I go quickly pack my regular clothes? I can still come." The young boy shouts at Richard picking him up and holding tightly onto him, the older stubbornly keeping his grip firm despite the struggle while he turns to give Bruce a dazzling smile.

"You go have fun with those other kids! I know-ow! No biting, Damian! I know how much you enjoy children and I'm sure they'll appreciate your dedication to their health and education. I promise not to burn anything down while you and Alfie are away!"

Bruce was feeling reassured up until Dick mentioned not burning anything down...now all he'll be imagining is his kids trapped in this maze of a home screaming as its burning down. But before he can say anything about it, Alfred honks the car horn loudly thrice, signaling to Bruce that he shouldn't keep his personal pilots waiting any longer, so, with a sigh and a slightly worried look in his eyes, Bruce bends down to kiss Damian on his cheek goodbye. Smiling fondly at the eager look he receives from Richard when sitting back up and also placing a loving kiss on his eldest son's face as well, he quickly walks over to Jason and surprises him with a kiss as well, causing the nineteen-year-old to blush and sputter.

As Bruce turns to find Tim, the boy suddenly appears behind him, his eyes glued onto his tablet while tilting his face slightly to the side so Bruce can access his cheek.

After giving all four a kiss, Bruce feels he can finally leave...well, not without shouting rules and safety measures while slowly inching his way towards the car. The man finally leaving after Alfred honks at him again. Richard holds Damian up with an arm wrapped around his chest, letting the boy dangle while he waves at the car goodbye, sighing and shaking his head fondly when he can't see the car anymore. "B sure is something, isn't he?"

Damian crosses his arms and huffs: "By something, do you mean a traitor? I thought he loved me...I wanted to go with him."

Richard coos at Damian, quickly apologizing to the younger when he tries biting at him again for the babying. "Okay, okay...I get it! I made a list of fun things we can do together! I thought this could be a chance for us to bond more now that Bruce is away and we usually end up agreeing to surround him like a flock anyway. This time can be for just us as brothers and-yes, Jason?" The older teen lowers his hand after his name is called, "Do any of the things on your list include bank robbery?"

Richard is taken aback by the question, "You remember that I'm also a cop? Why are you asking me that? I'm supposed to uphold the law."

Jason scoffs and shrugs, "Supposed to doesn't mean you are. I'm just asking to see what our list of things are-oh, oh! Or maybe we can set fire to a gang's hideout I've been eyeing recently, they've been giving me a lot of shit lately and I don't appreciate it." Richard nods politely while sitting himself and Damian down on the couch, "Yeah...I appreciate your enthusiasm, Jay. But I don't think doing a crime is exactly the best way to have fun." Damian looks up at his eldest brother questioningly for the response, "I hate to agree with Todd...but that does sound very enjoyable. Who doesn't like fire?"

"Right? See. Baby Bird gets it." Jason says proudly.

Richard looks horrified, a scenario of him and his brothers stuck in a holding cell until Bruce is called back being all he needs to shake his head quickly in refusal. "Nope! I'm going to have to keep my eyes on you two. We aren't committing arson and we aren't robbing a bank of innocent peoples money."

Tim sniffles and looks up from his tablet, "The bank robs us. Who knows how they use our hard earned money? I say we rob them back!" Damian and Jason shout in agreement, the second eldest mentioning going to grab his mask but is quickly interrupted by Richard telling him to get his ass back on the couch-"Get your ass back on the couch! Have you three always been this...this insane? I think I'm beginning to see how Bruce feels." Jason snorts, "Yeah. You're ruining my fun already, old man." A gasp escapes from Richard's lips at the unnecessarily cruel words, he is not old!

"I know how to have fun! I told you I made a list of things to do that are fun AND keep us out of harms way until dad comes back so we don't have to care about it anymore."

Damian rolls his eyes, "Fine then. Let's read this list of yours." The boy reaches for the paper and automatically sighs at the things written down on it, "Really? Play hide and seek, make popcorn and watch movies, go on a shopping spree, go to an amusement park, tell scary stories-" Damian stops there and waves the list around-"What are we, five and out on a campout? This list is so juvenile, so immature and childish and I..." The look on Richard's face makes Damian trail off for a moment, the man looks so pitiful and hopeful at the same time. "I think...it sounds just fine all things considered. Father...father did tell me to listen to you."

Richard smiles big and hugs onto Damian while shouting thank you, rambling on and on about what they could add to the list, not noticing his baby brother sending threatening glares Tim-and especially-Jason's way. Dread is what the older two boys feel when Damian suddenly smiles and grabs the list from Richard's hands, an evil cackles escaping his lips as he starts writing stuff down. "You know...maybe we can enjoy this moment? I think we should add a water balloon fight to the list."

That look the younger is wearing on his face lets Jason and Tim know that from here on out, this means war.

(If anyone that reads this also has read my Damian Gremlin Wayne and His Even More Gremlin-esque Family, thank you first and foremost! But I know I still have other parts I need to write for that, but while sitting in bed I had this idea out of nowhere 😂. I might write them doing each of the things on the list, literally! Them doing each one until Bruce comes back home lol.

Don't blame Richard for the things on the list! He has never had siblings to start out with, let alone so many at one time XD. Though...maybe I'm biased? Cause those are things I'd have fun doing with my own siblings 😂. We literally put on a puppet show when the electricity went out once and were entertained, and in my happy/crack BatFam universe, Richard is the sibling that has silly little ideas like that (and makes it fun! Thank you very much.) I might also show the kids going a bit insane while Bruce is away, cause I know I'm not the only one that feels restless when my parents are gone for a certain amount of time....right? 😭😭😭

And please don't ask me why I title my stories in such a way, cause I don't have a proper answer for that other than I find it funny 😂. Also, I wish I had the money to commission a picture of the BatBoys (actually in civilian persona) in a holding cell with another picture of Bruce looking a mix of tired, stressed and worried as he gets a call that they have to head home already XD. I can hear Bruce now, "Alfred! Tell the pilot to turn around! The boys are in jail already!"

I love talking to y'all too much, these notes are always longer than expected or needed XD. But I appreciate you all for stopping by, and don't be scared to leave me a comment (you don't have to though. Stopping by to read is enough!) No matter what it is! As you can tell by these notes, I have no issue with speaking 😂, anywho! You darlings please stay safe, happy, healthy and of course lovely as always. 💛)