#rice water rinse

[bengallemon]

testing rice water for all those invested in skin care will update in a few days to see if it does anything

[mordacitatis]

super excited for my compost bin. we are fairly bad at getting veggies and fresh foods in so the green side of things is probably struggling but it's so cool to get to continue to use things I'd normally throw away!

[ifeelsomucholdernow]

make cool outfit. add cool hat. boom ur cool

[kyriati]

Learning to make rice without a rice cooker is a useful skill that will serve you well, stove-top rice is good and cannot hurt you, it's so simple

[loxare]

I have something to add to this! And it scales up really easily. This is the most basic recipe, but I usually double it

Mom's super easy four ingredient pineapple chicken.

~2 cups rice ~2 chicken breasts 1 can of pineapple chunks Your favourite barbeque sauce (I use honey garlic)

Make the rice

Preheat the oven to 375F

Open the pineapple can about a third of the way around and then let the juice drain into a glass. No strainer needed

Cube the chicken into bite sized pieces. Or buy pre-cubed chicken, I know they have those

Put the chicken into a parchment paper lined square cake pan. (Or you can double the recipe and use a 9x13)

Finish opening the pineapple can and then put the pineapple chunks into the cake pan. The chicken and pineapple should be approximately even in terms of amount but also it doesn't matter if there's more of one

Add barbeque sauce and mix. I don't measure this, I just add barbeque sauce until everything is basically covered

Spread everything out evenly and then put it in the oven for about 25 minutes. To check if it's done, take a large chunk out of the middle and cut it in half. No pink? All done.

Put on top of rice and enjoy with a glass of pineapple juice

Optional ingredients: I like adding pepper and garlic powder to the cake pan while mixing, and a bit of the pineapple juice too. Also, a corn starch slurry, because the sauce that you get on the other end is pretty runny, and I like my sauces thicc. You can add vegetables too, like beans or broccoli, anything that can stand up to being baked in liquid (I don't recommend leafy greens unless you add them right at the end). I also like adding ginger ale to my pineapple juice, but today I mixed in some cold earl grey tea and that was also very nice. Experiment a little with what you add. This recipe is super basic, which means it's also hugely customisable

(You might have extra rice, or not enough rice. I don't measure my rice I just make more when I run out, so the amount of rice was an educated guess. I guess you could also skip the rice and just eat the pineapple chicken as is, but it's better with rice)

Do any of u have decent recipes that are like 5 ingredients (not including spices) and take 45 mins or less to prepare i gotta stop eating sandwiches for dinner

[telleroftime]

Imagine Sukuna letting you wash his hair. He's never allowed it before but he heard some ladies in high society talk about how their maids washed their bodies for them from time to time and as a man that likes to try everything - he summoned you to the bathing chamber just so that you could do it.

You, the head servant, had simply assumed that Sukuna intended for you to bring him something. Perhaps the oils in the water were not to his liking, or perhaps he forgot a towel. But no, he orders you to wash his hair for him.

He doesn't think he would enjoy it. He stops you a few times during it too, his hand gripping your wrist before he relents. And when you finally lather the products in his hair? He cannot stop the content rumble from leaving his throat. He relaxes against the edge of the water as his back presses more firmly against your knees that stick out over the edge. You're delicate and that surprises him. He's not used to that, even from his concubines.

You comb his hair too, rinsing it with rice water and making sure each knot is brushed out. He likes it. He will never admit that he likes it, but he does. And you know he does when he summons you once per week to do it again and again. And of course, no one else gets the privilege.

[homunculus-argument]

The process in which cooking rice improves my mental health:

rinsing/soaking the rice in plain tap water while I wash/prepare the pot gives me rice water, which I can later on use to water my houseplants, which is good for them and gives me nice and shiny healthy plants!

turning plain rice into delicious rice is easy, the only thing you need to do is to add sauces and seasonings directly into the water while waiting for it to boil, turning plain water into delicious water.

once the water is on a low boil and the lid is on, all I have to do is not fuck with it for 20 minutes. Since I am not capable of leaving the area while the stove is hot nor can I stand still and watch for 20 minutes, I am compelled to wash dishes and clean the kitchen area, turning dirty dishes into clean dishes and dirty kitchen into a clean kitchen.

then I wander off anyway and go water my plants with the rice water, turning unwatered houseplants into watered houseplants.

once the delicious rice is complete, I can eat it, and turn myself from has not eaten dinner into has eaten dinner.

with the tools available in my house, I can take neutral things and change them into awesome things, which can be used to turn bad mental health things into good mental health things.

[bi-writes]

can't stop thinking about dark!simon with a sunshine!curvy!fem!reader, it's gnawing at my brain. (18+)

greeting him when he comes home in a little apron with dough smeared across your cheeks. you're bouncing in the kitchen, giggling as you wrap your arms around his neck. one burly arm hooks around your waist as he palms one side of your ass, and you kiss his lips over his blood-soaked mask again and again as you coo, "missed you so much, made you chocolate chip..."

you talk and talk and talk and talk. you're always talking. you're always whispering in his ear and chattering as he drives and telling him some story about something he missed while he was gone as you tidy up the flat. you never stop talking, never run out of things to tell him, and despite the monotone voice and the lack of response, he hears every single word that you say, and he forgets nothing. when he makes his way back on base, johnny is waiting, eager to hear an update about the receptionist at your work and if she is actually sleeping with your manager.

you wash his clothes without even blinking. you're at the sink, a bucket of cold, suddy water there as you scrub at his shirt. there's peroxide at the side, and you use a delicate hand as you scrub at the stains on it. ghost watches from the doorway as you hum to yourself, in a little pair of shorts with your hair tied up as you rinse the shirt clean. blood runs down the drain, and his shirt is clean as new.

you always find some kind of weapon around the house. you bend down to brush crumbs off the kitchen chairs, and you scold simon with a glossy pout because he left a bloody knife taped under the table. you whine when you find a grenade sitting in the same drawer you keep your tampons in. you complain when you take out the jar of rice to make dinner, and there's a small handgun hidden between the grains. but your face always softens when he cups your cheeks with two big hands, kissing you warmly, muttering, "gotta keep y'safe, luvvie...know there's a bloody line waitin' for a taste of y'r cunny, baby."

you visit him on base once in light wash denim and a white tshirt, sneakers hitting the linoleum and purse swinging as you wave at him. he's standing in front of a line of privates, watching them do jumping jacks, and his eyes light up a little when he sees you waving at him enthusiastically. when he finally makes it to you, he shoves you into the nearest supply closet and tugs your jeans down just enough to fit his cock between your thighs. when he's walking you out, the boys watch as you cling to simon's arm, a lovesick grin on your sweaty face as you flutter your lashes up at him.

he loves when your manicured hands touch him. scratching along his scalp, tracing the edge of his jaw, cupping the bulge in his pants. you're so sweet, the most giggly girl, and he loves tasting the strawberry of your gloss as you make him cum with your hand, cooing against his lips about how strong he is, how much you love him, how you would do anything for him.

he loves it most when you see him for what he really is. when he comes home battered and bruised, bloody clothes sticking to him, a snarl to his voice and the adrenaline of an op still pumping through his veins. he loves that nothing about him scares you. that even like this, you lean up on your toes and kiss him softly, that you get some of the blood and dirt smudges on the pink of your pajama pants, and you don't care, that he strangled a man with these very hands only hours ago, and you still want him to touch you.

he loves that you love him. that when he feeds his cock into you that night, in nothing but your baby pink lingerie, that you barely need any prep at all from how wet you are. thick thighs spreading apart, sticky slick shining on your skin, cunt nice and ready for him because you have missed him that much. he loves that no matter how ugly he feels, you always find him attractive, that no matter how many people he tells you that he killed tonight, all you do is smile and pucker your lips, and tell him, "it's okay, teddy bear, they deserved it, didn't they?" and yeah, they did, cause it is kill or be killed, and there is no universe where ghost does not fight to get back here, to get back to this pretty pussy, to get back to the bed he shares with you so he can watch those pretty tits bounce every time he fucks his cock into you.

ghost loves his pretty girl. all smiles. all soft, so cute, just perfect. ghost casts a shadow over the room, and you just brighten it right back up. ghost tracks blood into the house, and there you are to cover it all up with citrus and soap.

yeah. always just sunshine and smiles at home.

[allsadnshit]

I want everyone to be able to have a comforting meal when things are tough so I am making a simplified version of the congee that I eat each morning available for all the stomachache havers and breakfast skippers <3 trust your gut!!! Recipe:

In a medium to large pot bring 7 cups of water or broth to a gentle boil, then add 1 cup to rinsed short grain or jasmine rice.

Add in a teaspoon of ground ginger and a big pinch of salt.

Bring back to a simmer then partially cover and let cook on medium low heat for 24 minutes without touching.

Turn off the heat and whisk rapidly for 5 minutes or until the rice grains are broken up and the gooey texture is formed!

Finish with finely chopped scallion, toasted sesame oil, and I like to add cooked shrimp or bacon!

If you struggle to get in your fiber you can add a cup of adzuki beans too and it goes together beautifully

[eiraisnthere]

for valentines day i watched the greg valentine v roddy piper dog collar match because of course i did

[honeytonedhottie]

DIY beauty⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍯

this is a big post of some of my favorite beauty recipes and things that i can do at home for myself and my beauty routines and regimens…💬🎀

AT HOME FACIALS ;

♡ step one - cleanse with ur water based cleanser

♡ step two - steam ur face using a bowl and towel

♡ step three - use a facial scrub that isnt too abrasive

♡ step four - use a cleansing mask

♡ step five - use ur toner

♡ step six - make sure to moisturize always

doing this routine helps my skin to feel rejuvenated and healthy. steaming ur face opens up ur pores and helps to free sebum which in turn stops pimples from forming…💬🎀

BATH MILK ;

♡ 2 cups of milk

♡ 1 tbsp of vanilla

♡ 2 tbsp of cinnamon

bath milk is rly good if u have dry skin because its a way to hydrate and moisturize your skin. milk contains fats and proteins that can help to replenish your skin's natural moisture…💬🎀

♡ 1/2 cup of honey

♡ 5 tbs olive/almond oil

♡ 3 cups of milk

SUGAR LIP SCRUB ;

♡ mix in some vaseline and sugar (if u wanna be extra u can add some cayenne for a plumping effect OR olive oil for extra hydration)

doing a lip scrub every now and then helps to remove dead skin from ur lips and keep them soft and super adorable. i also recommend brushing ur lips every now and then and making sure to use a moisturizing lip balm…💬🎀

RICE FACE MASK ;

♡ add one cup of rice and rinse the rice 2-3 times

♡ use 1/4 cup of rice and 1 cup of water and put it into ur rice cooker/boil over ur stovetop

♡ once the rice is soft, pour it into ur blender till it becomes smooth

♡ make sure to let it cool down before you use it

the mask will last up to a week if stored in the fridge. rice is known to brighten the skin, shrink pores, and prevent premature aging with its antioxidants. it also helps protect the skin barrier and calms irritated skin…💬🎀

[daisynik7]

“I’m going to crush No Nut November,” Ino announces proudly during dinner at your favorite Korean BBQ restaurant. It’s the first of the month and it’s also the first time you’re hearing about this. 

You raise a brow at him, smirking, flipping over the short ribs on the grill. “Since when do you practice No Nut November?”

“Starting today,” he answers confidently, placing a few pieces of rice paper on your plate. “We’ve been going at it too much. I get hard just thinking about you. It’s time to establish some willpower.”

Your smile widens, amused by this sudden proclamation. A piece of meat hangs at the end of your chopsticks when you say, “Okay. Well, as always, I’ll support you.”

Before you can bring it to your lips, Ino pokes his chopsticks at you, giving you a stern look. “Be serious about this babe! If you’re going to support me, that means you have to promise not to tempt me! No teasing!”

You fake a gasp. “Me?! I’m a good girl. I would never do such a thing!”

He shuts his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, sighing. “See, this is what I’m talking about! You can’t just say you’re a good girl and not expect me to think of things.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Okay fine, no teasing, no tempting, no nothing. I wish you good luck, Taku.”

And good luck is definitely what Ino needs. 

Even without you provoking him in any way, your boyfriend manages to find every mundane thing you do to be somewhat erotic. At breakfast the next day, he stares at you with his tongue out, watching you eat a banana, claiming that the way your lips wrap around it is way too familiar to something else you do expertly. At night, he ogles you in your leggings as you bend over to pick up your phone that dropped to the floor, complaining about how good your butt always looks, especially in a compromising position like this. While you sleep, you actively avoid cuddling as to not “tempt” him into something further, but even with you rolled all the way to the other side of the bed, you hear him mutter to himself, “Pickled onions. Grandma’s dirty underwear. Pickled eggs. C’mon, go down, go down.”

Three days into November, Takuma gives up. He ambushes you as you’re brushing your teeth in the bathroom, his hands firm at your hips, his clothed erection pressed between your ass cheeks tight against your pajama bottoms. His mouth is hot on your ear. “Okay. I give up, sweetie. I’m weak. I’m so fucking weak for you.”

You spit the remainder of your toothpaste out into the sink, rinsing your mouth with water, some of it dripping down your chin. You grin at him through the reflection, sticking your ass out to grind on his hard cock. He moans, shuddering from your touch, already too far gone to go back. “Good boy. I knew you’d finally come around.”

[deadhands69]

Something More [than sleep]

Katsuki Bakugo x gn/afab reader

MDNI This series contains eventual smut + AFAB

Setting: fuckboy!Bakugo, mid-time skip, Senior Year of College. Reader did not attend UA high, just joined for university. Enemies to lovers (with a lot in between.)

Warnings, etc: this series contains eventual smut, slight angst, light violence/injuries, mentions of drinking/intoxication, swearing, self deprecating thoughts.

part 1  -  part 2  -  this is part 3  -  part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8

Between sleeping and binging the anime you’re watching, the weekend passes quickly. Before you know it, it’s Monday morning and you’re walking into Recovery Girl’s office. 

She works her magic and you feel the burns on your arms and back disappear. Inhaling deeply, only now do you realize how much the pain had been constricting your breathing.  Looking down, there’s barely a trace of the injury - only small scars remaining on your wrists if you look closely.

“Thanks,” you say before standing up too quickly. Your tired body tries to pull you back down.

After scalding you for your impatience, she gives you the usual rundown: sleep, eat, drink water, basically take care of yourself, before setting you free and you’re out the door. 

You yawn and a cloud of mist puffs from your mouth. The air feels colder today. 

Getting back takes forever. Your tired legs want to give out, but you trudge along anyways. Flinging your heavy feet in front of you one at a time before you’re back to your dorm.  

Without bothering to change, you collapse on your bed. 

Squinting at your bright cell phone - it’s nearly 7pm already. Your eyes squeeze shut and you reopen them, feeling groggy and admittedly a bit delirious from sleeping so much the last four days. This weekend has wrecked your circadian rhythm. Honestly, you want to go back to sleep. Then you remember, you have to text Bakugo - your now friend-not-quite-friend who you find weirdly attractive in a way that kind of makes you hate yourself a little.

“Might as well get this over with,” you mumble to yourself.

Looking down at the tiny screen in front of you, you scroll through your texts to find his name. It’s right by a drunk picture of the two of you. Now that you’re supposed to be friends you figured you should update his contact with a pic and this is the only one you have. You type and retype the message a few times before deciding, fuck it it’s just him and hit send.

You [hey, just woke up] Bakugo [Took you long enough.] Bakugo [See you soon.]

Heaving yourself out of bed, you change into tight workout pants and a more suitable shirt and jacket. In a moment of desperation, you chug the leftover cup of coffee on your desk that you didn’t finish this morning. Instant regret. It’s cold, stale, and some grounds have settled into the bottom of the cup. You choke down half of it before running into your bathroom to brush the remaining bits out off your teeth.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

That was fast.

Quickly, you rinse your frothy mouth before rushing to open the door.

“Hey, Backfire.” Bakugo says pushing into your room. Glancing at the combination toothpaste-coffee stain on your shirt he adds, “you don’t hafta rush, the forest will still be there.” He walks past you dressed head to toe in black carrying a small bento box. Handing you the box, he continues, ”I said I owe you and since you slept all day after healing the burns I gave you, I made you this.”

Opening it, the smell of teriyaki and steamed rice overwhelms you.

“You made this?” you ask, a bit shocked he knows how to cook.

“Yeah. It’s not poisoned, stop staring at it and eat so we can go.”

Tentatively, you take a bite. It’s amazing. 

So he’s a great cook too, you’re so fucked.

The icy air engulfs you the moment you open the doors to leave, making you glad to have thrown on a few extra layers. Your voice muffled slightly by the buff over your face. This doesn’t matter though because you honestly can’t think of much to say. All your brain keeps going back to is how on a cold, dark winter night like tonight you’re sure there’s a line of girls waiting to warm up in his bed. Yet here he is trudging through the freezing campus with you. As a friend, you should feel guilty for pulling him away from his social life. But you don’t. Something closer to relief washes over you and you try not to think too much into it.

“Maybe we should have gone to Ground Beta or something instead,” you try to enunciate through the layers of fabric.

“No, there’s cameras and they don’t like it when you sneak in after hours,” glancing at you, “trust me I’ve tried.”

“Okay, I definitely need to hear that story.”

Time passes quickly as you make your way to the other side of campus listening to him talk. He tells you all about his fight with Midoria, how he won, how much trouble they got in. Quickly skimming over the reasons for the fight in the first place, you can’t help but wonder what the rest of the story is but you’re glad to see another side of him.

The two of you come to a clearing in the forest and decide it's as good a spot as any. Admittedly, up to this point neither of you had considered how to actually work together. Based on what you’ve seen, it doesn’t seem like that’s something that comes naturally to him.

“So,” you start, “using our quirks together.”

Bakugo furrows his brows in consideration, 

“I could use you as a shield,” he says. 

You laugh before realizing he’s serious.

“Yeah, but you'll have to be careful. If your aim is even slightly too close it'll all bounce back at you.”

“Have you ever played pool?” he asks. 

For the next hour, you practice aiming his explosions in various directions by bouncing them off your quirk. Once you get that down, you add movement: running, kicking off of trees, etc. Shedding your extra layers from the warmth of exercise mixed with the heat of his blasts. Much to your surprise, you're both having fun. 

A huge grin flashes in front of your face before you're surrounded by hot light. Bakugo’s heavy boots land just behind you. 

“Wait. Hold still for a sec,” he says before popping his quirk off right by your shoulder. “Your quirk extends out from you by a few inches. Can you move it further?” he asks. 

“Yeah, probably. I used to have to get hit by attacks first and learned to push it outside of me, same idea. I’ve never had reason to try before. I think I can though, give me a moment.”

Closing your eyes, you focus on the energy surrounding you. With a huge exhale, you send it out further. It feels similar but the lines blur the further they extend from you. Something to work on.

“Okay,” your eyelids peek open, “I think this is as far as I can get it. It might not be too strong though.”

He's already testing the bounds of your expanded force field. 

“huh, maybe I could use you as a shield,” he mumbles, “I'd have to be pretty close though.”

It's a simple statement with nothing underneath. 

He’s being objective. 

It’s just an offhand idea for a stupid project.

Regardless, your heart nearly jumps out of your chest at the thought. Every voice in your head screams yes and no simultaneously. He's still busy testing how his quirk works closer to you, hopefully he doesn't notice how flustered the proximity is making you.

“Okay, I think I've got it, but it might be a little weird,” he bites his lip before continuing, “if you climb on my back, I won't be able to use my blasts to propel us forward. You'll have to grab onto my shoulders and wrap your legs around my waist. And hang on tight.”

“...you want me to latch onto you like a koala?” you huff out incredulously, feeling like you’ve betrayed every instinct to jump on him. 

“What, do you have a better idea?” his already cold-blushed cheeks grow a deeper shade of red. 

“No. That's fine. Let's try it,” you say as nonchalantly as you can muster. 

“I’m not gonna drop you,” he reassures you, “I’ve never dropped anyone.” 

Gripping his shoulders, you try to pretend you haven’t wanted to for the last week. Reminding yourself, even if he’s hot, he’s still Bakugo and all the personality that comes with that. He grabs the back of your thighs to help you up.

“Ready?” 

You nod and pull in close.

Warm. 

Everything about him emanates warmth. His body. His explosions. He even smells warm.

The world moves around you, but it’s all a blur. Focusing on keeping your quirk activated is all you can do, completely sucked into him. For the next minutes (it could be an hour for all you know, time barely continues to exist) there is nothing but Bakugo. 

His hair lightly brushing the side of your face every time he turns his head. You thought it would be prickly but everything about him feels softer up close.

The muscles in his back rippling under his shirt as you cling to him.

You’re reminded of the closet, it really isn’t so bad being close to him. You could get used to this.

Then there’s the ground.

You come back to your senses and quickly as your back slides across the forest floor. No real damage, as far as you can tell Bakugo’s arms shielded your fall. For a moment you lay in place, the cold dirt in stark contrast to the warm body tangled around you.

“Never dropped anyone, huh?” you tease.

“Usually not carrying a fucking distraction around with me,” he grumbles into your neck. 

“Oh this is my fault, is it? I was completely focused on my quirk, I wasn’t even talking to you. So tell me how I’m a distraction, hmm?”

He presses up enough for you to see the blush taking over his face, probably from embarrassment. Wordlessly, he gazes down at you before closing his eyes. You feel the skin of his nose on yours as he moves in closer.

Just as his mouth touches yours he opens slightly, clamping his teeth lightly over your bottom lip. Your pulse tickles under his bite before he releases, pressing a quick kiss on your lips and pulling away.

Out of words, you stare up at him. Fingers still locked tightly onto his back, keeping him close but he makes no efforts to move.

Light snowflakes fall around you. Glistening in his hair, landing gently to melt down the side of his warm cheeks. His heavy lidded eyes peer into yours and you feel like you could drown in them.

He's so fucking beautiful and you're tired of pretending he isn't. 

part 4

m.list

Taglist: @anonymity-222 @k1tk4tkatsuki

[lesbiankimdahyun]

CONTRACT LOVER V: MINA

2.3K words

CW: A/B/O dynamics, G!P

A/N: this is most likely the final installment for this series, ty for reading <3

[A!Mina x F!O!Reader]

When you finally had enough strength to get up and check your phone, you saw a text from Mina already waiting for you. 

Minari [2 hours ago]: Meet me in my room when you’re done? 

You scrambled to get moving. You willed your sore, tired body to go faster, but it took you a bit of time to get dressed. On wobbly legs, you made your way up a few floors and over to Mina’s hotel room. 

As soon as she opened the door, your mouth began watering. She had brought back practically enough takeout to feed you, her and the other two Alphas.

“Hi,” you said shyly, tucking your hair behind your ear. You could hardly look at her, wondering, for the first time, how she perceived you when you both knew exactly what you’d been up to in the hours she was away. But upon seeing your weary state, Mina immediately ushered you in to sit down and reached for the takeout. You tried to help her set up the food, but she wouldn’t let you. 

You didn’t realize just how hungry you had been until she set a plate in front of you. Rice, salmon, vegetables, all of it was delicious. You really tried not to wolf down your food, but you were so focused on eating that it was impossible for you to hold a conversation with Mina while you ate. In lieu of conversing, the Alpha turned on a drama for the two of you to watch instead. When you were finally sated, you felt ready to sleep for days. Savoring your last bite, though, you knew Mina must have invited you over for more than a meal with zero conversation. You turned your attention back to the Alpha and started to take off your shirt, feeling about as ready as you could be for another round of sex. You prayed it would be gentler than what you’d endured earlier. 

But to your surprise, Mina stopped you. The Alpha covered her eyes when you started pulling your shirt over your head. 

“Wait!” she said, batting at your arm to get you to stop. “I just kinda wanna…I don’t know, hang out? If that’s okay..?” You could have cried from how grateful you felt at that moment. You immediately pulled your shirt back down, watching her make space for you on the couch. 

Tiny emotional warning bells went off in your head as she pulled you closer to her to cuddle, but your body turned them off and you let her hold you, resting with your head against her chest. You knew you needed to sort through whatever was happening beneath the surface with Mina, but it just wasn’t the time— it was never the right time. What it was, though, was comfortable. 

As time passed, the two of you became deeply embroiled in a debate over what movie you both wanted to watch. While browsing for backup options, when suddenly you realized how gross you probably looked, and smelled, to Mina after being repeatedly ravaged and scented by Momo and Sana. 

“Oh god,” you said, embarrassed. “I- I should shower.” You sat up quickly, leaving the warmth of her arms. 

“You could shower here,” Mina said, not quite ready for you to leave. “Or, actually,” her voice grew softer, “I might have an idea.” 

She let you rinse off quickly in her shower to get the remnants of sex and sweat off your body, and then Mina ran a bath for you, wanting to give you a bit of aftercare she knew Momo and Sana absolutely weren’t giving you. That’s what she said it was, anyway. To you, it felt like far more than what she probably was expected to do for her end of the contract, but you let it go. The visual of the bath when it was ready was far too tempting to pass up.

She held your hand as she helped you into the tub. The warm water felt incredible on your aching muscles, and you let out a slow hum of approval. You brightened instantly as you sat down to settle in. The bubbles and water running over your skin made your bruises, bites and scratches shiny like fresh tattoos. Mina admired you quietly, secretly committing the image to her memory. 

With more energy to converse now, you asked about the rest of her day as you reached for the bar of soap to start washing yourself. Mina took it instead, insisting you let her do the work for you. You went back and forth a little, but when she finally just said, “Y/N, please?” you caved. 

Your cheeks went bright pink while she washed you gently, even taking care to not get shampoo or conditioner in your eyes when she rinsed out your hair. She told you about the rest of her day– the shops she visited, the meal she ate while she was out, about the people and landscapes she saw. 

She trailed off, distracted by how cute you looked surrounded by all of the bubbles in the bath. The way you looked at her while you listened attentively made her heart twist with want and ache. She wished Momo and Sana could see you like this. Maybe it would make them take more care with you after fucking you for hours. Maybe she wouldn’t be so sour about sharing you with them if they just looked after you a little more. Or maybe she should just put an end to it and finally tell them– tell you– 

“...Alpha?” 

The sound of your voice brought her back to reality. Mina frowned. “You don’t have to call me that,” she said. 

You smiled softly. “I know, I was just trying to get your attention because your name didn’t.” 

She blushed a little. “Oh. Sorry,” she said. 

You shook your head. “No, no. I just wanted to know if…” you hesitated, holding onto the edge of the tub. Maybe this was a bad idea. “...you would join me?” you gestured to the tub. “We could drain this and add more fresh hot water.” 

Mina’s big, brown eyes blinked quietly at you. 

Oh fuck, you thought. You totally had misread her. You opened your mouth to say forget it, but then you saw Mina smile. Like, really smile, the cute gummy smile you got out of her sometimes. “Okay,” she said, getting up from the floor where she’d been kneeling beside the tub. 

She dimmed some of the lighting and, after adding more hot water and more bubbles, Mina finally ditched her clothes and joined you. You tried not to stare, but you couldn’t help but admire her body as she got comfortable in the water with you. You knew this probably violated your contract in some way, something about fairness and equal turns and time, but you didn’t care. Clearly Mina didn’t, either.  

“Do you have enough room?” she asked, and you nodded. 

The two of you relaxed together. At first, you were across from one another, but when Mina wanted to stretch out a bit, you moved over to her side of the tub. You wrapped yourself around Mina naturally, the water gently covering and then retreating from the curves of both of your bodies. Your fingertips found their way through swaths of bubbles and onto her skin, tracing over her collarbone, down her shoulder, along her arm. 

Your eyes wandered over the rest of her body, mesmerized by the rise and fall of her pale chest, the way her breasts were barely hidden beneath what the transparent bubbles did their best to cover. Even though you were bone tired, you found yourself getting a bit wet the more you admired her. Mina hadn’t put her hair up and her long, black locks swirled in the water. She’d never looked more siren-esque. You didn’t realize your scent had gotten stronger until Mina suddenly cleared her throat.

“Y/N…” she said, taking a slow breath. “Are you okay?” 

You blushed, suddenly looking up from staring at the beauty marks near her lips. “Hm? Oh, I’m fine.”

The Alpha chuckled lightly. “Are you sure? Maybe it’s time to get out before you turn into a prune.” 

“No!” you protested with a laugh, readjusting yourself in the water and absentmindedly straddling her waist. You just wanted to keep her close for a little longer. “If anyone’s turning into a prune it’s y–” you stopped suddenly as you felt something. 

Mina realized at the same time you did: she was getting hard. 

“Shit,” the Alpha said under her breath, backing away from you, trying to create a little distance. “I’m sorry, let me get out and–”  

“Mina no, no,” you said softly, reaching for her hand. A light wave of desire rolled through you as your fingers touched hers. “Let me help you.” 

The Alpha shook her head in disbelief. “Y/N no, you already took all of us once today! You should be resting. Please, let me get out and get you a towel.” 

“Mina,” you said, now intentionally planting yourself in her lap so she couldn’t get up, “I can smell your scent too, you know.” 

Mina blushed deeply. “Which is why I should really–” 

“Please?” you said. It wasn’t like you to beg like this, especially in the state you were in. You knew you shouldn’t, but you did it anyway: you released some of your scent quickly in a last ditch effort to change her mind. 

“Hey!” Mina protested a moment later when your scent hit her nose, but then came her own strengthened scent. The Alpha mulled it over for a few seconds. “Are you absolutely sure?” 

You nodded, putting one hand on Mina’s shoulder to steady yourself as you reached down, your hand hovering above her hardened member. “May I?” 

The Alpha nodded. You took her cock in your hand as you straddled her, pumping her length slowly. Mina’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment. “Y-you really don’t have t-”

You interrupted her, kissing her soft, parted lips. “I want to,” you said firmly. 

The Alpha looked stunned. “A-aren’t you not supposed to…to do that…” 

It was true– your contract didn’t forbid it, but kissing an Alpha on their lips was discouraged, lest it lead to feelings and thoughts of mating. But Mina’s mouth fell open as she watched you guide her cock between your legs, forgetting she’d said anything as you sank down on her length. She let out a soft moan, and you whimpered immediately at the fullness. 

She held onto your hips lightly, trying to thrust into you as gently as she could. But even with the slower pace, the water in the bathtub threatened to spill over. Sliding out of you, you watched inquisitively as Mina maneuvered her way out from beneath you and stood up in the water. 

“We’ll flood the bathroom,” she said with a hint of a smile, climbing out of the tub. Her stiff cock hit her thigh lightly as she stood and toweled off. “I promise the bed’s more comfy anyway.” 

Eyes fixated on her, you nodded wordlessly, letting the Alpha help you out of the tub and into a warm, fluffy towel. As soon as you both were nice and dry, you were in her bed, straddling Mina once again. One hand held onto her shoulder as you picked up where you’d left off: sitting down on her full length, while your other hand held Mina’s own hand in place as she cupped your face lightly. 

Mina took great care with how she handled your sore body as she fucked you. Her touch was gentle, almost loving, as were the words of pure praise she whispered to you while she thrust into you as gently as she could manage. Her eyes were shut tight in concentration to keep her Alpha instincts in check so she wouldn’t hurt you. Something about her tenderness and self restraint made you want to cry, but you told yourself it was just because you were overtired. Mina bit her tongue when she came, burying her head in your neck to avoid admitting something she knew she shouldn’t as she filled you up once more for the evening. She insisted on getting you off afterward, her delicate hands wrapped around your thighs as she lapped slowly and skillfully at your cunt until you came in her mouth. 

Entirely spent, you allowed Mina to dress you in one of her t-shirts. You attempted to sit up to find the rest of your clothes, but the Alpha quickly talked you into sleeping with her in her bed instead of going back to your room. Not that it would have taken much convincing given how badly you needed to rest, but Mina was still secretly delighted you were going to stay. 

As soon as she was done getting ready for bed, she climbed under the covers with you and you snuggled up to her sleepily. You had not a single second to unpack any of your thoughts before you promptly fell asleep feeling warm and protected against Mina’s chest. 

The Alpha held you close for a few minutes, allowing herself to be selfish and scent you heavily before gently moving you to a more comfortable sleeping position beside her. She watched you as you slept, her eyes taking in every detail of your face from your eyelashes down to the relaxed corners of your mouth. 

Mina’s normal before-bed routine included gaming on her Switch, but it was still back in your room. She didn’t mind, though. Having you be the last thing she saw before falling asleep instead of a pixelated world, she decided, was just as good, if not better. Before she turned off the bedside lamp, she texted Momo and Sana to let them know you were with her so they wouldn’t be frustrated in the early morning trying to find you when they needed release again. Then, satisfied, she promptly turned the lamp off and wrapped herself around you for the night. 

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كرناسة / Karnasa (Palestinian yoghurt and rice stew)

Karnāsa, or لَبَنِيَّة ("labaniyya") is a Palestinian dish of short-grain rice cooked in لبن ("laban") and topped with a tadka of fried garlic. "لبن" in Palestine refers to لبن زبادي ("laban zabādi,") or thickened sour milk (aka yoghurt). Laban is used to make a variety of sauces that are served with meat dishes, stewed vegetables, and maḥshis (stuffed dishes); it may also be strained and preserved as labna. Past batches of laban are traditionally used as a starter to ferment new batches from fresh milk.

Karnasa may be made plain, or with fried cauliflower or green beans; the latter variation, called لبنية الفول ("labaniyya al-fūl," labaniyya with beans) is often eaten during the winter.

It is an older custom to prepare karnasa in the morning, then serve it with meat as a lunch forعِيد اَلْأَضْحَى (Eid al-Adha), the Festival of the Sacrifice. Eid al-Adha celebrates the willingness of إبراهيم (Ibrahim) to sacrifice his son at God's command: the أضحية ("uḍḥiyah"), or sacrifice of livestock, occurs accordingly on the first day of the three-day festivities. Families may purchase livestock—often goats or sheep—and share the meat with neighbours, friends, and extended family.

Karnasa is sometimes served alongside khubbiz tabūn, a fermented flatbread, which is torn and dipped into the stew. In this recipe, the robust sourness of the flatbread melds with the tangy, creamy yoghurt and tender, savory seitan to produce a satisfying meal that's delicious hot or cold.

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Ingredients:

Serves 4.

For the dish:

1kg (4 cups) vegan yoghurt (لبن زبادي)

1 Tbsp cornstarch

190g (1 cup) Egyptian rice, or other short-grained rice

225g (8oz) meat substitute such as seitan chunks; or cauliflower

1 Tbsp kosher salt, or to taste

1 cup vegetable stock, or 'meat' stock from cube or concentrate

1 Tbsp olive oil, for frying

Parsley or dried mint (optional)

For the tempering (ṭsha / طشة):

1/2 head garlic, chopped

3 Tbsp olive oil

For best results, use a thick yoghurt such as soy or coconut, rather than a thinner one such as almond.

To make your own cultured cashew laban, follow my cultured vegan labna recipe, but double the amount of water and skip the pressing in cheesecloth step.

Instructions

1. Rinse your rice once by placing it in a sieve, putting the sieve in a closely fitting bowl, then filling the bowl with water; rub the rice between your fingers to wash, and remove the sieve from the bowl to strain. Fill the bowl with fresh water and submerge the rice to allow to soak for 30 minutes to an hour.

2. Whisk laban and starch together and heat in a thick-bottomed pot on low until simmering, about 10 minutes.

3. Add rice and stock and mix. Cook, stirring often, until the rice is fully cooked and the texture of the stew is a little thinner than what you want (it will thicken as it cools).

4. Meanwhile, heat 1 Tbsp oil in a skillet on medium. Fry meat substitute, stirring occasionally, until browned. Set aside.

5. Make the tsha: In the same skillet, heat another 3 Tbsp olive oil on low. Add garlic and fry, stirring often, until a shade lighter than desired. Remove from heat.

6. Stir in salt and tsha. Ladle into individual serving bowls and top with meat; or, cut meat into small pieces, add into the pot, and simmer another minute or two before serving.

7. Top with parsley or dried mint. Serve hot or cold, with flatbread.

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eating disorder harm reduction

no one ever compiled this so that it what we are doing today. for people with eds and people whose loved ones do. please note: i’m not a doctor. this is a compilation of things from books and ed resource sites.

for people whose loved ones have an eating disorder:

try to make sure they know these things.

try not to force them to eat, they might feel uncomfortable eating in front of people. also, risk of refeeding syndrome.

if their life is in danger and you are seeking help for them, consult the person beforehand to make sure they will be safe and give them a heads-up so that they aren’t startled (especially if they’re neurodivergent! giving them notice will aid control!)

offer them ways of controlling things aside from food - practice consent, include them in conversations, don’t talk about them behind their back, compliment their makeup or hair.

be patient. the person may be irritable from lack of sleep, feelings of depression, worthlessness, etc., or malnutrition.

keep in mind that you can’t tell if someone has an eating disorder by looking at them. people of all weights do - only 17% of anorexics are underweight - and also, men and non binary people can also have eds.

general:

drink lots of water, especially if you’re drinking lots of caffeine.

drink some electrolytes at least once a week - gatorade, electrolyte tablets, coconut water, doesn’t matter, just get it into your system.

if you are getting dizzy or flushed and can feel your heart beating, quick carbs will raise your blood sugar - sweets, bread, fruit, juice, non diet soda, whatever. keep snacks around pls.

your brain uses 400-500 calories daily. eat more than this.

take your supplements!

you still need protein, have an egg or something.

don’t take adderal or insulin unless you are actually diabetic or neurodivergent, because you are raising the price by buying them and denying access to those who need it.

throw a towel over the mirror. it’s not worth it if it’ll cause you anxiety.

try to limit disordered behaviours like body checking, purging, and weigh ins.

practice good dental hygiene.

put your scale somewhere where you have to actively look for it to weigh yourself.

avoid social media and for your sake don’t go on pro ed tiktok or tumblr or twitter or insta.

get a buddy who also struggles with the same thing if possible to support each other.

get regular medical check ups (if you can afford it)

practice things within your control - makeup, hair, clothing, etc.

push your rules - eat 5 minutes before your time, or 50 calories over your limit.

for people with restrictive disorders (e.g. anorexia):

do weight and resistance training at least twice a week to prevent musculoskeletal conditions such as osteoporosis.

don’t drink on an empty stomach.

try to put gaps between fasting periods.

don’t fast for more than 72 hours.

wear lots of layers to keep warm.

eat an extra 100-200 calories on your period if you menstruate.

have a metabolism day.

take care of your hair.

as horrifying as this is to many people, please go to the hospital if you’re experiencing heart problems or if you’re passing out for more than 30 seconds.

for people with purging disorders (e.g. bulimia):

if you would like to purge, wait 15 minutes first.

after purging: drink lots of water - the emptiness you feel is dehydration. don’t brush your teeth but rinse your mouth out, preferably with an alkaline mouthwash or baking soda mixed into water. do something you want to do, like reading a book or watching a show. don’t smoke. don’t have anything acidic. eat a banana or some chocolate or a rice cake to keep your blood sugar levels in check.

if you vomit blood or your vomit looks like coffee grounds, this is a sign of internal bleeding. you could be drowning in your own blood from a hole in your esophagus, essentially. go to the hospital or call 911/999/the emergency number in your area.

stay safe everyone. i hope this helps. also, i do not use these tags - i have them blocked - but i am using them so that people on these tags will find this because they need it most.