Trying not to think about my cringe Minecraft OCs
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You can thank that hunk in the bottom for my ability to draw Stanley and Stanford Pines actually he’s been my lifeline 😭💕
Closeups!
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i haven't even gotten past the 3rd boss yet but this guy and his unbearable cringefail personality has enraptured me
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🌸 TW: b0dycheck 🌸
[-30 lbs]
I couldn’t notice the difference till I looked at the photos next to each other… but defiantly worth it
[190lbs to 159lbs]
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my dinner today <3
this was literally 92 calories.
2 cals for the romaine lettuce hearts
and 90 cals for the tuna creations thai chili style
and im ending the day at ~120cals!!!
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Do you consider high res = high calorie and low res = low calorie or vice versa? We need to settle this once and for all lol
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tbh aaron tveit put his entire enjolrussy into the charming young man capable of being terrible act and to this day i think we don't thank him enough for it
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Blessings from my grandmother:
• A whole 12 pack of grape propel(electrolytes)
• I asked for cheese and she sent a bag of pre-portioned cheeses. (I never know how to count cheese cals)
• my favorite soup
blessings from ?:
• dairy free-yogurt? this was randomly included in my groceries so maybe its a blessing? I don't like normal yogurt so maybe I'll like this kind!
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He was intimately familiar with the feel of it, rich red and liquid against the flesh of his hand. Still, Max studied his blood creeping up the IV tube—just backflow, the nurse had reassured him, very normal—with more than a little sense of unease.
Max had not wanted to be here in the first place. It was just headaches—was there anything more stupid to be admitted into the hospital for? And anyways, it was all J’onn’s fault he was here, the traitor. Apparently his telepathic skills extended to a partial sensitivity for mental pain. And now Max was sitting in this plastic chair in a hospital gown feeling stupid, with three different tube connecting thingys dangling out of his arm like computer wires. They had asked him earlier if he had had any piercings, shrapnel in his body or what, and he’d felt a perverse sort of pride in saying no, he didn’t think so, but he had been caught in the middle of combat before, seeing as he was manager of The Justice League, said with suitable pomp and audible Capital Letters; and then J’onn had given him a Look and Max had grumbled a little and said again, no, probably not.
im in hsopital
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