#third and fourth are position changes using the peanut

[abirddogmoment]

A variety of conditioning exercises using the inflatable peanut.

[senselessviolets]

“dream a little dream of me”

Roman Roy x Fem. Reader

Rating E

Word Count: 2.3k

AO3 Link

WARNINGS:

EXTREMELY dubious consent, somnophilia (reader is in and out of sleep), sleep/drunk sex (both Roman and Reader are drunk but Roman is more active/the one initiating during encounter), smut, alcohol, language, implied Roman eating disorder, erectile dysfunction mention, pervert!Roman, needy Roman, no uses of Y/N

Author's Notes:

A oneshot by @cum-a-calla opened my eyes recently and I realized “Roman + somno” might be my peanut butter & jelly. Like wow. What a concept.  Jokes aside, this fic is dark so PLEASE be wary of the warnings above. <3 

Summary:

Post-S4, Roman and Reader begin to date after working at Waystar Studios together. While they bond and flirt more and more, he continues to keep her at bay. One night, the two get extremely drunk at his apartment and suffice it to say—they both wind up getting what they want.

This was maybe your third or fourth time sleeping over. You honest to god never thought you’d make it this far. For all of his gross jokes and sexual provocations, Roman reviled intimacy.

It’s why when he first started to court you; you were so taken aback. You’d been around; you knew what the mumblings were about his ‘eccentricities’. You were the Director of Creative Affairs at the Waystar Studios L.A headquarters. A position you were remarkably young to have; your famous two-time Oscar-award-winning actress mother and prominent movie producer father having nothing to do with it at all.

Following the Gojo acquisition, Roman withdrew from executive operations, accepting the fact he no longer had a place there. That and he outright refused to be in the same room with Lukas Mattsson.

As such, he returned to the entertainment side of things (this time with no Frank to boss him around) and went back to living in L.A around the clock. Things hadn’t changed much in the three-year hiatus he had from working at Studios. 

Well, except for you. 

It was only in his absence that you got your job. You wondered had he been around during that time, if he would’ve made a stink over your dad pulling the strings and landing you the job. A practice that was completely foreign to him, no doubt. Of course with it being Roman, you knew with full certainty the answer—yes. Because who was he if not the world’s biggest hypocrite/walking contradiction?

You found this to be even more apparent after your first date. Roman made a point of booking the two of you a reservation for the most high-end, gourmet French restaurant in the city. Even though when the waiter came around to your secluded table with the 16 oz beef ribeye he’d ordered, Roman did no more than fidget with the garnish on the plate. 

While on that same date, though he’d surprised you at the beginning of the evening with an ornate bouquet of red roses and white orchids—he didn’t deign to even so much as hold your hand the rest of that night.

Three months later, you and Rome had exchanged a myriad of kisses and flirtatious squeezes around the office. The suggestive texts the two of you exchanged, making tempting offers and filthy propositions. All of that build-up only to result in chaste nights in at his flat, eating takeout and bitching about the latest tentpole flop your studio was in the midst of developing. It could be worse, you thought. To say your needs were being met, though, would be a lie.

Tonight was different. Tonight was heavy. 

The two of you had spent a good portion of the night sprawled out on the wooden floors of his living room, talking about nothing and downing a Japanese whisky neither of you could pronounce. The taste hadn’t left your mouths. You wondered if his would taste the same. 

After deciding to turn in for the night, you gradually make your way toward the master bedroom, stumbling over yourself. He stops you from colliding into the wall several times. You and Roman make the most obnoxious-sounding cackles as the both of you hap-heartedly flop onto his Hastens Superia bed. You let yourself fall deep into the cotton wool mattress, landing somewhere between sleep and a drunken haze.

You feel yourself be pried out of this state as a force slowly turns you so you’re on your back. You can tell by the faint outline of his fluffy hair that it’s him. In this lighting or lack thereof, you don’t really know for sure. You give a weak smile, maybe even whisper a small “hi”. He waits to proceed until the expression has fully faded from your face and the heaviness in your eyelids takes over. His lips made rough with the scratch from his beard, are forcefully pressed onto yours. Once again, you are ripped out of the peaceful purgatory between awareness and slumber you’d just been slipping into. It’s hard to not liven up at the wet sensation of his tongue slipping past your lips. 

Roman hadn’t ever kissed you like this.

Using your chin, he pries your mouth with his index finger so it's more open to him. Briefly, you consider gliding your tongue along his own, to reciprocate the motions, to achieve the taste you yourself so desperately craved. But you didn’t want him to stop. 

To get in his head like he had a tendency to. To sever himself from you yet again.

So you remain still. Pliant. His.

Meanwhile, his one free hand has wandered elsewhere. Roman’s fully straddling you at this point so you can feel a firmness in between his thighs that hadn’t been present before. The hand alternates from palming himself to cupping your bare mound. The chill of his fingers causes you to flinch. You suppose in the arduous journey to get to his bedroom, you must have lost your bottoms. You don’t entirely remember having ever taken them off yourself. 

It would remain a mystery.

The oversized white button-up blouse of yours has opened itself to Roman and his gaze. He moves the opposing sides of the fabric so they’re no longer covering your chest. Roman dives face first, smushing his face against the warm pillowy flesh of your breasts, inhaling deeply. He kneads them with his fingers and takes them into his mouth, sucking more gently than he wishes to. It’s clear Roman wishes not to disturb your ‘slumber’. 

He shows you a devotion other men had hardly shown you when you were fully awake. It was all a jumbled mess in your head. Due to the surrealness of the whole situation but also the liquor as well.

Instead of working his way downwards like most guys naturally would, Roman instead makes his way up to your neck, burrowing his head in the crook near your shoulder. He takes a deeper inhale of the tender flesh there. Eventually his nose prods into your hair which was strewn all over the pillow your head rests on. There were times at the office when you could’ve sworn he took a brief inhale of your hair when sneaking past you. You didn’t say anything. Even after you two had begun ‘dating’, you still didn’t question it.

While Roman halts his movements and lies on top of you, your mind drifts, thinking something to the effect of, ‘if he’s this much of a pervert when I’m asleep at night, what kind of disgusting shit does he get up to in the daytime behind my back’?

You have no time to dwell on the thought because something cold and slender traces your opening. Due to its tensility, you’re able to make out that its his finger that now fumbles around your entrance. There’s no foreplay, no crescendo because in an instant, Roman is inside of you. You can’t help but mumble a whimper at the sudden intrusion. He freezes, keeping the tip of his finger in you. When he sees you don’t stir and go back to sleep, he plunges what feels like his index finger deeper into you. So deep, you fear he’ll run out of space to fill. He stops just before it becomes too uncomfortable. Not that the interaction was all that pleasant. 

Mentally, you were aroused but physically, your body had yet to catch up.

“...not wet,” he says to himself. 

He withdraws his hand quickly, spitting multiple times on his now two fingers, and wedges them both inside of you. The lube of his saliva provides some slick but it’s still making you sore. 

“That better…? Hm…? Yeah…?” he coos, watching your emotionless face, “That what you need..?”

He smirks briefly when he sees your eyes flutter. 

“Oh…you dreamin’, baby? Hm, you dreaming about me?” Roman taunts, in a shrill soft voice, “You better be. You better fuckin’ be.”

You clench reflexively as he says it. Roman drags his lower teeth against the smooth skin of your arm as he continues to pump his fingers into you rapidly. Fast enough that your increasing wetness is audible in the still silence of his bedroom. Roman ceases all of his movements at once, letting out a sharp exhale. Gradually, he removes his fingers from your pussy and a moment passes before you begin to feel something warm and moist being smeared across your lips. You realize it's your own fluids. The notion makes your stomach flip.

Roman proceeds to lick it off your lips. His tongue becomes more and more greedy and taking the opportunity to drag along the sides of your full cheeks. You get the impression this is something he’d thought about doing before, if not entirely because of how slowly he does it. 

He’s fucking savoring it. 

‘This’ll be it. He’ll just continue to fuck around a little more and use it as spank bait later,’ you predict. 

The thought of Roman penetrating you with anything more than his fingers was truly unfathomable. There’d always been the rumor at work about him having ED (though the type of ED varied depending on who you were talking to) and needing the little blue pill to so much as jerk off. You never knew what to make of those claims. You disregarded them. But the stiffness that has been rutting against your hips and waist and thigh for the past half hour had you now wondering; ‘was he gonna go all the way?’.

A few more moments of nothingness pass. Then the metallic sound of a zipper being undone overwhelms your senses—the sonority soon replaced with dread. Even if he did position himself between your legs and bury himself fully inside of your unaroused cunt; ‘what would it really change?’ 

It wouldn’t suddenly make it ‘rape’.

 That ship had sailed several digits ago. 

You were on the pill if he decided to be lazy. You were clean and he had assured you many times he was as well—and you chose to believe him. The answer to your self-questioning was that it would simultaneously change ‘nothing’ and ‘everything’. 

So you brace yourself for his full weight on top of you once more along with the new sensation of being stretched open on his cock.

But it doesn’t come. 

Roman rolls off of you completely, laying adjacent to you on the mattress. There’s the rustling of fabric as he shimmies his slacks down his thighs. Roman’s hand flies to your wrist as he slides his dick into your relaxed grasp. Spitting into his palm and gliding the wet over the head of his cock, he begins to fuck your own fist in earnest. 

The most pitiful, squeaky boyish moans leave his lips and he pants them into your shoulder, hot from the heat of his breath.  

“F-f-fuck…oh f-ff…I…I fuckin’ need this, need this,” Roman whines into your hair, “Oh…oh…ohhh…needed this, need this, fuckin’ need this,”

His hips continue ramming into your hand at the same relentless pace. He’s clearly pent-up. Probably from the months of emotional anguish, familial turmoil, betrayal—with a dollop of grief on top. Small dabs of wetness is felt on your skin. At first, you think he’s drooling from arousal but you later realize those were tears. 

It doesn’t deter from his sheer desperation, his uninhibited need, all on display. 

You had been the one submitting yourself to him but somewhere along the way, the roles seemingly had become inverted. You hold back from biting your own lip. You had made it this far. You couldn’t fuck it up now. Not for him. If he stopped, you felt like you’d die a small death then and there. 

“Oh, please, my sweet. Sweet little thing, please be sweet. Please be good. Please take what you need. What you’ve earned,” you’d chant, if you were even capable of speech, “Please cum. Please cum now.”  

There’s no humanly possible way he could’ve heard your inner dialogue but his hips buck wildly and he unloads into your palm like he did. 

“Thank you, thank you, I needed it, I needed it, baby…oh, I fuckin’...I fuckin’ needed …,” he trails off.

His vibrating body eventually after a long while goes still. You’re able to unravel your hand off of his softening cock. The stickiness between your fingers is still lukewarm. If you had the strength or the agency, you might wipe it off with a Kleenex or onto the sheets or the perv in you may try to sneak a sniff or a lick. But you like him are beyond spent. He stays facing you, laying on his side, now sound asleep with a gentle snore. You remain on your back, shirt ripped open, naked from the lower half, face staring deep, deep into the void of the ceiling. 

It was this empty blackness—this dark—that you slowly felt yourself being compelled to. It’s where your darkest urges liked to dwell. The desires you never felt the courage to voice, even to those you trusted the most. It felt cliche to say you often saw Roman on the other side of this void. You got the impression it’s an island he’d marooned himself on for a long time. Every partner that tried to swim out to him sunk to the bottom of the ocean floor. And there they stayed in the depths of his subconscious. Submerged, sodden, drowned memory of a person that for years would continue to be buried by guilt. By shame. Fear. You refused to succumb to that same fate.

As you let the sleep overtake your tired limbs and melt into oblivion, you swear you see him in that void. Expressionless. He’s numb, like you. He’s scared, like you. He doesn’t know what he wants, much less what he needs. And neither do you. So in the meantime, you silently agree to meet him there in that void. In that black. Again and again. 

As long as you found each other in the end.

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[paper-mirio]

let the world turn without you tonight

Kirishima Eijirou x Reader, Platonic!Class 1-A x Reader

College AU

Words: 4,966

Summary: You’re the resident assistant for floor 1-A in a dorm building at U.A. University. You have many responsibilities that come with this position, yet you still have to maintain your grades on top of this. You’ve been able to handle things so far, but the stress of university life creeps up slowly on you. How long will you be able to keep saying that everything’s fine?

Warnings: light angst, negative thoughts, anxiety, imposter syndrome, mentions of fire

  The clock read 11:43 pm. It was a Saturday night, and it had been three hours since the last time Bakugou was heard yelling at someone in the halls. Kaminari had apparently brought snacks to the floor’s lounge to share with everyone, including peanut butter cookies. Peanuts, of course, were banned from the lounge due to Yaoyorozu’s severe allergies, and this was the fourth time this semester Kaminari forgot that particular rule. You supposed you should thank Bakugou for resolving the situation quickly. The last thing you needed was to write up a report on why a student had to be sent to the emergency room while you were on duty. Still, it would've been nice for him to be a bit quieter during midterm season.

Your eyes tore away from the clock, looking back down to the textbook in front of you. You took a few moments to try and blink the sleep out of your eyes, yawning as you did so. Your midterm wasn't for another week, but you knew there wouldn't be enough time for you to cram in the days before. With planning for the floor’s retreat, writing up funding proposals, and making sure nobody started a third fire this month, you knew you would have been far too busy in the days before the exam. Besides, wasn't this a more effective way of studying?

As you moved your hand to write down the answer to a problem you were working on, you stopped, noticing the pencil had gone missing from your hand. And the paper had gone missing from your desk. And the clock now read 12:25 am.

Oh, right, you thought. I was packing up for the night.

You closed your textbook and set it aside, avoiding the pile of notebooks that was dangerously close to toppling over. You stood and stretched, letting out a squeak upon hearing a multitude of cracks and snaps in your spine. I really need to work on my posture, you thought as you reached up to turn off your desk lamp.

You made a brief glance at your phone to check the notifications. Other than a few reminders you'd set and some memes in the group chat from Ashido, there was no new activity. You plugged your phone in and set it down, feeling a bit relieved. It was earlier than you'd normally go to bed, but nobody on the floor seemed to need anything tonight, and you were especially exhausted. You shuffled across the room to your bed and threw yourself across it. As the soft mattress hit your back, you let out a soft moan at the comfort. After sitting hunched at your desk for hours, either studying or doing work, it was a relief to lie back and let yourself rest. You sank into the mattress, leaned back against your pillow, and closed your eyes, letting yourself drift off into sleep.

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It's 2:15 am, not even two hours later, when you're woken up by a loud screech and white flashing lights. A crackling sound came from your intercom, and you heard the prerecorded voice begin to give instructions. Standard procedure for a fire alarm being set off. You turned over in bed, burying your face into your pillow, and let out a strangled sob.

It’s fine, you thought, stumbling out of bed to slip on your shoes. I’m fine, as you shrugged on your uniform jacket. Everything’s fine, as you stepped out of your room and into the hallway, finding a few of the residents standing in the doorways to their rooms. You closed your eyes, inhale slow and deep, and let out a sigh. Fine.

You walked over to Uraraka, Hagakure, Sero, and Kirishima, whose rooms were closest to yours and were already standing outside. Uraraka rubbed her eyes, a pout on her face. “Ugh, another one already?” she whined. “(Y/N), I thought you said we were only gonna have one drill this semester. This is, like, the fourth one!”

“I know, I know, but you know the drill by now,” you started. “Get to the stairs, head down and out. Get away from the building. I'll meet you all there.”

Sero and Uraraka nodded, moving to leave. Hagakure stayed put and appeared to gesture to the rest of the hall. “I can wake everyone else up!” she offered. You smiled, noting that she was oddly cheery and energetic for someone woken up so early in the morning, before shaking your head.

“As much as I’d appreciate the help, I need you to evacuate with everyone else. Get to safety. Let me handle this.” When you finished telling her this, she made a movement you could only assume was a nod before heading toward the staircase, a spring in her step. You watched her leave with a smile on your face. At least she seems unbothered by this.

You turned back around to wake up the rest of the hall, only to be faced with Kirishima. He was still standing outside his door and didn't seem to have moved at all. You let out a sigh—you were already going to have to deal with a bunch of other 19 year-olds waking up, and you did not want to have to repeat the same directions to your boyfriend of all people.

“Listen, Eijirou, that applies to you too. I need you to leave with everyone else,” you stated, moving to walk around him only to stop as he grabbed your shoulder. You looked back at him to see his eyebrows furrowed and a frown on his face. He seemed cautious, as his grip on you was light. He opened his mouth a few times to say something, only to shut it, changing his mind. Finally, he seemed to gather himself as he looked you in the eyes.

“(Y/N),” he began, “are you sure you're alright?”

I’m fine. Everything's fine. You gave him a strained smile, placing your hand over his. “I will be once you're out of the building safely. We can talk later, okay?”

His frown deepened, and you felt his grip on your arm tighten briefly before letting go. His arm dropped to his side, and he turned to walk toward the staircase without another word.

As you watched him leave, you felt an uneasy feeling set in your chest. The way he'd frowned at you, how he didn't respond to you, his posture—all of it told you something was wrong. You replayed the interaction in your head, trying to think of something you'd said to upset him, only to come up with nothing. You were fine, and you wanted him to be safe, so everything should be fine, right?

A harsh shove met your side, knocking you out of your thoughts and into the wall next to you. Your head and shoulder took the brunt of the impact, and your hands caught the wall to prevent yourself from toppling onto the ground.

After getting yourself back upright, you looked ahead, slightly dazed, to see two hooded figures running towards the staircase. You squinted at them in annoyance. Nobody ever pays attention to the instructions...

“Hey!” you shouted at them, before wincing at how loud your voice sounded. “No running! Walk out of the building in an orderly fashion!” Your head throbbed from hitting the wall, the blaring alarm and the volume you had to use to be heard only worsening the pain. You decided you'd need to send out a message to everyone later letting them know what “orderly” meant.

At your instruction, the two slowed their pace, but not by much. As the two speed-walked towards the exit, one of them turned their head around to glance back at you. Midoriya, as you could now tell, smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, (Y/N)!” he laughed, before turning back and continuing to walk.

The second person ducked their head and pulled their hood further down, as if they didn't want to be seen. Despite this, you caught a glimpse of red and white hair peeking out from underneath. You let out an annoyed sigh.

“Just get to the evacuation zone safely. And Todoroki, please watch where you're going,” you called after them, watching them exit through the door to the staircase.

You marked the two of them off on a mental checklist, noting that they'd left the building. That made six who'd left already, three who were off-campus or in other buildings, and six who were visiting their families for the weekend. As you counted off in your head, you saw the last few unaccounted for students make their ways to the exit, stumbling in a sleepy haze. You smiled to yourself, glad that everyone would be safe and accounted for.

You walked behind them toward the staircase, ready to exit. As you walked, however, a faint smell reached you, causing you to falter in your steps. You inhaled sharply in surprise, and the smell became stronger, causing you to cover your nose with your sleeve.

Shit, you thought. Something’s actually burning...

---

It was dark out, save for the flashing lights of the fire alarm in the building behind you and a few street lamps. You stood at the entrance of the building, having just turned away a seventh student who tried to enter despite it clearly being evacuated. A harsh breeze hit your face and you flinched, shrinking in on yourself to try and hide your face in the thin jacket you wore. Your hands trembled, and you cursed under your breath. The firefighters normally didn't take this long to resolve the issue.

You looked over to the parking lot across the street, where the residents of your floor had gathered. They were scattered across the lot, some on their phones, and some others talking with students living in building B, who had come out to see what the commotion was about. Some, like Koda and his emotional support rabbit, tried to escape the cold by entering the B building, with the residents being kind enough to allow entry. Ojiro and Tsuyu were both leaned against a wall, asleep already, while Tokoyami seemed more awake and alert than normal.

As you looked across the lot, verifying that everyone had evacuated for the tenth time since you left the building, you couldn't help the dread building in you. The firefighters still hadn't left the building yet, and you'd started to worry that this may be something serious. Had this been a larger fire? Was this something more dangerous? Different possibilities occurred to you suddenly, and each one made your stomach flip and your heart drop. Shaky breaths came out your mouth, forming visible clouds in the cold air. Maybe I should check on everyone one last time, just to be sure, you thought. So you looked across the lot for the eleventh time.

“Excuse me?” called out a voice behind you. “You're (Y/N), right? The resident assistant on floor 1-A?”

You turned to see a fireman standing in the doorway to the building. He had a grimace on his face and was holding something charred, black, and annoyingly familiar in his hands.

“Yeah, that’s me,” you started, the worry starting the fade and irritation quickly taking its place. “Is everything alright? Is the fire taken care of?”

“It's all fine now. Just try to make sure this doesn't happen again,” he scolded, before turning and walking away, muttering something about a damn smell and annoying kids.

You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, counting to five before letting out the breath. It’s fine.

After heading to the parking lot and informing everyone that they could return to their rooms, you did a quick headcount to yourself to make sure nobody who had fallen asleep was left behind in the parking lot. Once you verified that everyone was making their way inside, you searched the crowd for your two targets. Spotting the two blondes about to enter an elevator, you glared and rushed forward, sticking your arm in before the elevator could close completely. “Fuck,” you muttered as the elevator doors opened, rubbing your arm.

“Oh, hey (Y/N)!” Kaminari laughed. “Sorry, didn't see you there. Would've held the door open if I did. Guess I'm still kinda tired, heh.” You rolled your eyes, teeth gritting at his nonchalance, and stepped into the elevator, letting the doors shut behind you.

Bakugou remained silent and rubbed his eyes, clearly exhausted. When he saw you glaring at him, however, he frowned. “The fuck is your problem?”

You crossed your arms, not looking away. “My problem,” you hissed, “is that I have told both of you on multiple occasions that using your quirks to make popcorn is not only stupid, but incredibly dangerous. This is the third time we’ve had to evacuate because of this.”

Both blondes blinked in confusion, taking in your accusation.

“Wait, you think we did this?” Kaminari asked. “Why?”

You stared at him, raising an eyebrow. “History. You've done it before. I don't doubt you did it again.” You let out a deep sigh, shaking your head. “I don't have proof it was you two, so nothing’s gonna happen. Just, please, don't do this again. Especially this late.”

The elevator jolted to a stop as you reached your floor. The doors slid open, and the three of you exited together.

Bakugou growled, turning and stomping in the direction of his room. “Whatever,” he grumbled. “Too fucking late to be blamed for this shit...” Kaminari followed him with a shrug.

You rolled your eyes at the two, before turning and heading in the direction of your room. You looked down at your watch. 3:20 am. That gives me...three more hours of sleep? Maybe I can fit in 20 extra minutes if I run to class.

Once in your room, you pondered over how much sleep you could get while still having time for breakfast and coffee. Slipping back into bed, you attempted to make the calculations in your head. Hindered by your sleep deprivation, you had lost 20 minutes of potential sleep time by the time you gave up on trying to figure it out. You turned off your light, collapsed on your bed, and finally returned to sleep. Tomorrow’s gonna be fine. Better than today.

---

It took all your willpower to resist slamming your laptop shut and hurling it out the window, though you doubt you would've had the strength to even lift it at this point. Your eyes burned as you continued to stare at the bright screen, hoping to somehow change what you’ve read. Your vision blurred, making the results illegible to you as tears ran down your face. The numbers were etched firmly into your mind, however, impossible to ignore.

All of that time spent studying, stressing, just to receive a 53% on the midterm. It was pathetic. You choked down a sob and frantically tried to scrub the tears from your eyes. Pathetic. You were an adult, sitting in your room and crying like a child over a bad grade. It happens to everyone. Everyone, that is, except the students at U.A., known for its prestige and academic excellence.

Yet here you were, failing. You should've known this would happen. You felt lucky enough to be accepted that you tricked yourself into getting comfortable, believing that luck would carry over the entire time you spent here. But no, it was just luck. That's all it had to be, if all of your efforts resulted in failure anyway.

You let these thoughts fill your head as your face was buried into your hands. You attempted to steady your breathing, but hearing how shaky your voice sounded only distressed you further.

I’m fine, you tried. I’m okay.

Because failing was fine, right? You only wasted money and time on this school when somebody else more deserving could easily have taken your place. Fine. Pathetic.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of your door opening. You cursed under your breath, suddenly regretting the open door policy you had with your residents.

“Woah, it's so dark in here,” Kirishima muttered, causing you to flinch. Of all people to walk in right now, why did it have to be him? “Hey, (Y/N), are you busy right now? Because there's something going on in the lounge and I think—“ he cut himself off, suddenly taking in the sight of you curled up in front of your laptop, face buried into your arms.

Great, now he’s worried about me. You took in a deep breath before removing your hands from your face, wiping your eyes as you do so. You turned to smile at him, trying to convince him nothing is wrong. Because you were fine.

Judging by the frown on his face, he wasn't convinced. He shut the door behind him and locked it before making his way over to stand behind the chair you were curled up in. He leaned over, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“(Y/N), honey, what's wrong?”

You sat in silence, wondering if you should tell him. You didn't want to bother him with your own failures. But, you thought, he cares. He wouldn't want me to keep this to myself. You open your mouth to speak, then shut it, remembering how your voice sounded earlier. You didn't want it to be any more obvious that you were crying, if he couldn't already tell. Instead, you gestured wordlessly to the screen in front of you, still displaying your grades.

Kirishima looked to the screen at your direction, only to inhale sharply through his teeth upon reading the score. You deflated hearing that, shame pooling in your stomach. See? It's bad, and he knows it.

“Yikes,” he muttered. “I see the problem, now...” You frown, nodding silently. The problem, of course, being the solid dent in your GPA.

You sniffed, reaching up to rub at your eyes. “It’s just, I studied so hard for this,” you whispered, still not quite trusting your voice. “It feels like it was all for nothing, now.”

“You’ve got Aizawa-sensei for this course, right? Yeah, his exams are always like that.”

Wait, what?

“Like...that?” you muttered. You turned your head away from the screen to look at him, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, I had him last semester. His exams are always this difficult, full of trick questions and so long hardly anyone can complete them in time.” Kirishima chuckled, leaning to rest his chin on your shoulder as he stared at the screen. “The highest I've ever heard anyone getting on his exams was 65%, and I'm pretty sure that person cheated.”

You blinked, trying to process this information. “But, if everyone scores low, how do they pass?” you questioned, trying to make sense of it.

Kirishima looked at you and gave a toothy grin. “His exams are tough as hell, but Aizawa-sensei’s a fair teacher. Those scores are just for us to use as a reference point for what we need to focus on moving forward, but he doesn't actually grade by percentage. If he thinks you know the material well enough, you pass the course.” He lifted a hand to point at your screen. “And 53%? Is pretty damn great, all things considered. I never got anything higher than 40% in his class and I still made it out with a B.”

His grin turned to a soft smile as he watched you try to process this. While you sat in shock, he reached over to shut your laptop closed. “Let’s not worry about that anymore,” he muttered, before reaching down to scoop you into his arms. “C’mere, let's lay down a minute.”

He carried you over to your bed before gently laying you down on your back. He slid in next to you, lazily wrapping an arm around your middle and resting his head on top of yours. You leaned into his embrace, face still scrunched up in confusion.

“So...I didn't fail?” you asked.

He laughed and gently pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I thought I said let's not worry about that, hm? But no, (Y/N), you didn't fail.” He hummed softly, using his arm to pull you closer. “You're actually doing great. Not that I'm surprised, of course. I've got the smartest partner in the whole world.” He laughed again before leaning down to pepper soft kisses on your neck. “I'm so lucky...”

Your face heated up, and you laughed nervously. “Eiji, stop...” You gasped, feeling his hand begin to slide up under your shirt, but made no move to stop him. “Somebody could walk in!”

Kirishima shook his head. “Nah, I made sure I locked it this time.” He shifted himself until he was on top of you, legs straddling your waist. He gave you a goofy grin that caused you to laugh.

“That's what you said last time,” you giggled. “Then Mina walked in. I mean, it's probably the most embarrassing thing that's happened to me, but the look on her face!” You burst into laughter, clutching your sides.

Kirishima laughed above you. “True, but seriously! I did lock it this time!” His laughter died down while you continued to giggle. He smiled warmly before leaning down to peck at your lips, effectively cutting off your laughter. “There's that smile,” he murmured. “You've been so stressed lately, I missed seeing it on you.”

You blushed, smiling up at him. “Well, I can't help but laugh when my boyfriend’s this much of a dork.” He let out a snort at that. “But still, I guess it does help that I love you.”

He leaned his forehead against yours, moving a hand to your cheek to gently caress it. “I love you too, (Y/N).” He then pressed his lips to yours.

As you get lost in the sensation of kissing your boyfriend, you feel yourself relax under him. The feeling was strange, unfamiliar, like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders and you couldn't remember a time without it. You lifted a hand to run through Kirishima’s hair, trying to bring him closer somehow. He hummed, pressing his body into yours.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. You tried not to let it distract you.

You thought about how long it had been since the two of you really kissed like this, or even just had a moment to yourselves. You had been far too busy lately with work and classes, and you'd spent so long stressing over both that you hadn't had much time to just relax with your boyfriend. You thought about all the times he'd asked if you were okay or looked at you with worry, and you'd just brushed it off, saying you'd talk later. Did you ever talk with him? You couldn't remember.

Kirishima broke the kiss, pulling you out of your thoughts. “You're overthinking again,” he stated.

You sighed, leaning your head back against the mattress. “Sorry,” you muttered. “I was just thinking how long it's been since we were able to just...do this. Be alone. Kiss. Hell, even just talk to each other.” You frowned, turning your head to the side. “I've been busy lately, but I still could've made time for this. For us. I'm sorry.”

Kirishima shook his head, using his hand on your cheek to turn you to look at him. “(Y/N), all of that was out of your control. You had all of these responsibilities before we got together, so I knew what I was getting into.” His phone buzzes again, making him pause and roll his eyes. He continued, ignoring it. “I'm just worried about you. You push yourself too hard sometimes, and I know it gets overwhelming. I don't want to see you cry the way you were when I first walked in.”

He pecked your cheek. “Let's enjoy this time we have now, alright? No more worrying about anything else.” He gave you a gentle smile, and you couldn't help but return it. He always seemed to know just what to say. He leaned back in to kiss you again.

Kirishima’s phone buzzed repeatedly in his pocket, causing both of you to let out load groans.

“Who the hell is texting me this late?” he questioned, exasperated. His phone buzzed again, making Kirishima sigh and roll off of you.

“It might be important,” you said, giving an awkward smile. You rolled onto your side to face him. “You should probably check it, just to be sure.”

He hummed in acknowledgment. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and read the notifications. His eyes widened, and he jolted upright in the bed. You startled, slowly sitting up next to him.

“Shit!”

“What?” you asked. “Is something wrong?”

“Completely forgot the reason I came in here in the first place!” he exclaimed, smacking his forehead with his palm.

“The reason you came in here?” You thought about what that could mean, then suddenly you remembered his words upon entering. You sucked in a gasp. “Wait, you said something was going on in the lounge? Is it bad?” Without waiting for an answer, you bolted out of bed. You hurriedly put on your shoes and scrambled to get your jacket.

“Wait, (Y/N), calm down for a moment, it's nothing that serious!” Kirishima got up after you, alarmed by your sudden panic.

“But you said something was happening and wanted me to come check it out. What if it is serious by now?” You shook your head, heading towards the door. “I'm heading over just to be sure.” You opened the door and walked out into the hall, walking swiftly towards the lounge.

Kirishima let out a deep sigh, burying his face into his hands. “Nice going, dumbass. Couldn't find an excuse that wouldn't make them panic...” He shook his head before following after you, doing his best to keep up with your pace.

You reached the door to the lounge. You braced yourself for what chaos you might find inside. I just hope nobody started another fight over the TV. That's the last thing we need right now, you thought, before turning the knob and opening the door.

“Finally! Took you long enough to get them, Kirishima,” Ashido exclaimed. The occupants startled, turning towards the door. It seemed everyone on the floor was inside. They all beamed upon seeing you, before simultaneously shouting, “Surprise!”

You stood in the doorway in shock. Rather than chaos and potential damage reports you'd need to write, the room was decorated and relatively clean. There was a table full of food and snacks, many of which were your favorites. The TV was hooked up to a console, one you assumed belonged to Kaminari, and it seemed they were in the middle of a Mario Kart match before pausing it when you walked in.

“What's all of this?” you asked, not quite understanding what was happening. Your birthday wasn't for a few more months, and Kirishima’s had been last semester. You couldn't recall anything happening recently worth celebrating, but the surprise seemed to be meant for you.

“Well, we had this party set up for you, and it would've started half an hour ago, but someone got distracted when sent to retrieve the guest of honor,” Hagakure explained. Ashido looked to Kirishima with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, to which Kirishima blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Ok,” you replied. “Why, though?”

“To thank you, of course!” Midoriya smiled. “For being the best resident assistant we could've asked for!”

“Yes! You've been fair at enforcing the rules while also going above and beyond to ensure our safety!” Iida exclaimed, gesturing from you to everyone else.

“Not to mention the fact that you were able to get Mineta kicked out after the school wouldn't listen to our complaints,” Jirou smirked, giving a thumbs up. “We still owe you for that one.”

As the others began to speak up with more praise and thanks, you felt your face heating up from having this much attention on you. You'd never really thought about how they'd feel about the work you did. They really did all of this for me?

“So, to show our appreciation, we set up this party! Because even though you're technically the boss of us now, we’re still all your friends!” Uraraka said. “We got Satou to make these sweets, and Aoyama and Yaoyorozu helped us with the decorations, and Shoji helped us hang them up, and Kaminari and Sero told us what your favorite games were, and—“ she rambled on, listing every detail of the party and exactly how every person on the floor was able to contribute. “Even Bakugou pitched in and was able to tell us what times you were busy, based on when you tell him to stop yelling!”

Kirishima wrapped his arms around you from behind. “You’ve done a lot for us this past year. Let us take care of you tonight, okay?” He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “All of this is for you.”

You looked to Kirishima, who had a large grin on his face. You glanced around the room at everyone, noticing how happy they all looked. A warm feeling blossomed in your chest, and you felt tears well up in your eyes. A few managed to escape and fall down your cheek.

Hagakure jumped, panicking. “Oh no, we made them cry!”

“Everything alright, (Y/N)?” Kirishima asked softly.

You laughed, reaching up to wipe away your tears. Everything was fine, right? No, you thought, not fine. You gave everyone a large grin.

“Yeah, everything’s great!”

[purplesurveys]

502

Are you going to any concerts this summer? No. It’s been almost a year since my last concert, and of my favorite band to boot :( I can’t believe it’s been that long already; every detail is still ridiculously fresh in my mind. Have you ever been to a concert? I’ve been to several ones. I typically go for mainstream acts since it’s rare that they come over to the country, so I’ve seen Coldplay, One Direction, and Paramore, and a WWE show if that counts. Would you have gone to Woodstock? It would have been such a thrill to experience that; I don’t think I would have wanted to miss it, despite the traffic and the mud and sanitary problems that ultimately came up. Then again I’d probably only go if I was already near the area cause I wouldn’t be passionate enough to travel for it. Have you ever camped out with a significant other? Mmm no. We’re both pretty unfit to try camping hahaha. We’d have no clue where to start. I’d love to have the opportunity though. What kind of music do your parents listen to? Generally, my mom is super attached to her elementary and high school tunes; she knows every hit song from the 80s. Right now she’s in a Queen and ABBA phase though. My dad is so much hipper than I am and the playlists he makes has all the newest Top 40 singles lmfao, half of them I usually don’t even know about. I do know he has a bias for Maroon 5.

What's so special about the state you live in? We don’t have states here, only provinces and cities. Do you ever feel like you're getting old, but you're still a teen? Well, I mean I’m no longer a teen but when I used to be one I didn’t feel like I was getting older. I wanted to enjoy my teenage years, so I did my best to. What do you do when you can't escape thoughts of your ex? When I was stuck in this position, I couldn’t. I went out to as many hangouts with my friends as my mom could possibly allow me to try and forget, and while those helped distract me for a bit, it never fully worked. Then my grandfather died soon after so I had something else to cry about. And then the most important college entrance exam I was ever gonna take took place, so I was properly distracted for a bit. But that was all there is to it – distractions. What do you think about indoor pets? So long as they’re properly trained and don’t chew and/or pee on everything, it’s fine. If you were a fish, what colour would you like to be? Silver? I dunno. What was your best year at school, so far? In high school, third or fourth year. In college, third year (so far). Do you have any siblings? I have two. Do you have any lame family traditions for holidays? We have our traditions but I don’t think they’re lame. What colour hair do you have, naturally? Black. Do you think it's gay for a guy to straighten his hair? It’s not gay for a guy to do anything except actually be gay. Do you watch any TV shows where the setting's a hospital? Nope, generally not a fan of those. Do you believe in ghosts or spirits? I’d like to think it’s possible that they exist, but I’m not like an overzealous ~paranormal~ expert with equipment or anything close to that. Would you agree that love is blind? Sure. Do you want anything that you can't have? Yes. Lots of money. Would you still want it if you had it? I don’t think I’d get tired of it lmao. What's your favorite video game? Mmm I’m pretty basic lmfao, I’m going with the Grand Theft Auto or Resident Evil series. What are some perks of being your gender? I know we’re all about gender expression nowadays and anyone could wear what they want so what I’m about to say isn’t really a *perk*, but I do like how the women’s sections in shops are always much bigger than men’s. That’s the case in the Philippines though; I don’t know if it’s the same in other countries. Did your first real significant other change you at all? She helped me grow up and taught me to save a little love for myself. Are you waiting to have sex until you're married? Welp, I didn’t. Do you play any sports at school? My PE this semester is supposed to be weight training, but our instructor has decided that it will be a general fitness course so we’ll be working out for the next four months...I’m so dead lmao, I have not exercised a day in my life. :(((( He’s a gym coach though so he’s pretty legit, and while I’m mostly terrified about my body possibly giving out, I’m a LITTLE excited for what’s in store.

How many schools have you been to? Two. I went to the same school for 14 years for kinder, elementary, and high school. Then I started university and had to move to a different school. What's your favorite football team? I hate American football, and I don’t understand football. Do any songs give you goosebumps? Usually songs that are really meant to evoke intense feelings, yeah - like songs used in series finales. Baby Blue, used in Breaking Bad’s last episode is a great example. What do you think about divorce? We don’t have it here, so all I have to say is we need it :) :) :) What's your favorite colour? Pastel pink. What's your favorite colour to wear? Black, maroon, or olive green. Isn't it lovely when your SO smells good? Yessssssssssss. What do your socks look like? I’m not wearing any at the moment but the last pair I wear was blue and it had a bacon and eggs design. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? Chicago. Where's the most beautiful place you've ever seen? Sagada. Do you watch shows like South Park, Family Guy, The Cleveland Show? I did, when I still used to watch on cable. I quickly realized that their humor was never my style, so I got tired of it easily. Harry Potter or Twilight? Twilight. Have you ever seen the show True Blood? Nope. Never looked interesting enough for me. Have you ever read a Harry Potter book? Yes. I read the series up until I reached the thick blue book, and at that point I realized it was gonna be the same old shit I read in the last four or so books. I always kinda hoped it was gonna be a different story for every new book but I never learned until I reached the blue one. I think I put it down by Page 2 and never returned to it anymore. Do you have anything autographed by a celebrity? I have a poster signed by AJ Lee, but I think that’s it. I used to have it on a frame because I absolutely DID NOT want it to get dirty, until my mom redesigned my room and it got placed in my closet. I would never throw it away, though. If you HAD to makeout with a celeb from the Disney channel, who would it be? I don’t know any of the new ones so I’m sticking with the people from my era. I’d go with Miley Cyrus. Who's your favorite actor? Kristen Stewart and Kate Winslet. Who can make you laugh no matter what? Hans.

What's your favorite way to eat peanut butter? As a doughnut flavor, in a milkshake, in a Reese’s, or with a spoon. Can you play any musical instruments? Just the recorder. I ‘know’ how to play piano but only because I know which keys to press to play my favorite tunes. Have you ever obsessed over a crush before? When I was in Grade 5 and was the typical 11 year old, sure. The last time you packed, what did you pack? Stuff for a trip to the beach. The next time you pack, where will you be going? Not sure. I think my dad has a couple of out-of-town trips planned. Do you still watch any cartoons meant for kids? Spongebob, that’s for sure haha. What's your favorite kind of cereal? I don’t like grainy ones. I’d go for super sweet cereals, like Cookie Crisps. What'd you eat for breakfast, all this past week? I skipped breakfast all week because I’ve had to drive to my morning classes. History or Discovery channel? Discovery, because History Channel is barely about history these days. Do you have a good memory? Yes. Do you have a Netflix? My dad handles the family plan, but yeah I technically have one because I’m part of the subscription. What were you doing the last time you were on a roof? I’ve never been on a roof, just rooftops. Have you ever attended a slumber party? I’ve been to sleepovers, but we didn’t really call them ~slumber parties. What did you wear to bed last night? I wore a tank and shorts, my usual get-up at home. What's your favorite kind of sandwich? Banh mi! Have you ever *dated* someone you've never met? Nope. Where can you always find inspiration? UP. Have you ever left America? I’ve never *been* to America. Have you seen Alice In Wonderland? Nope. Have you seen The Lovely Bones? Nope. What's your favorite movie, by the way? It’s either Good Will Hunting or Two for the Road. What keeps you awake at night? Various triggers.

[jancys-blue-bayou]

prompt for “we’ll figure it out”: emily always falling asleep on top of jonathan (since she was a baby)

A/N: Thanks for the great prompt! This spun into short little vignettes of them through the years.

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Four days old…

Emily is a clingy but sleepy baby. They come to that conclusion quickly. Both their mothers tell them how lucky they are she’s a sleepy baby as opposed to a cryer for example. According to her mom, Nancy was the latter, and she herself recalls Holly wailing in the night too. Joyce says Jonathan and Will both were similar to Emily. ”Sweet babies, but God you were so cuddly! As long as I held you you wouldn’t cry but there was a period where you’d cry soon as I put you down!”. That’s sort of how it is with Emily at this early stage. She doesn’t cry when she’s held, but try and set her down once she’s fallen asleep and she’ll instantly wake up crying, craving bodily contact. They hope Joyce is right that it’s just a phase that will pass, because though Emily is the most amazing, snuggly, cuddly, precious, awesomest thing ever, she’s not sure she’ll be able to deal with having to hold her all the time.

Because it’s still early, only their second day home from the hospital. She’s still drained from the ordeal of giving birth, she mostly sits or lies with Emily while Jonathan is running around waiting on her hand and foot. She swears it’s like he’s in multiple places at once sometimes, like when he’s somehow cooking her food, giving her a back rub, doing laundry and changing Emily’s diaper seemingly all at the same time. She felt kind of bad about just sitting on her butt while he’s darting around at light speed fixing stuff, but when she told him this he stopped in his tracks, looked at her and then pointed to Emily.

”You gave birth to her and you keep her alive, you’ve done more than I will ever even come close to doing, ever.”

Hard to argue with that when he sounds so sure.

She holds Emily most of the day. Emily eats and sleeps. That’s basically it. Well, that and tiny life-changing moments like her eyes peering open and them for a second locking gazes before Emily nuzzles in closer and falls back asleep. At night they try again to place a sleeping Emily in the bassinet by their bed, but they soon give up on it as it makes the girl bawl her eyes out. Emily stops crying soon as she picks her up again.

”You know, this is definitely your cuddle bug genes doing this,” she notes.

”Oh yeah, because you’re so cold and aloof,” Jonathan josses her.

”Fair,” she admits. Kind of has to admit considering she’s pressed into his side as usual right now, it’s second nature to her to be that close.

”I can take her,” he then offers.

She nods and carefully hands Emily over. The baby whimpers a little at first but soon as she’s resting against Jonathan’s broad chest she stops. She then lets out a big cute yawn before nuzzling in close and soon falling back asleep.

”Mm, she’s got the right idea,” she notes and adjusts herself, laying down her head in the crook of Jonathan’s neck. ”Comfiest pillow in the world.”

”Glad to be at your service,” he chuckles.

”Don’t roll over,” she mumbles into his chest before following Emily into dreamland.

Six months…

”Seriously it was awesome, their sound is amazing and he sings about like… like everything, you know? Like it just hits you so hard,” Will is beaming with excitement telling him all about a concert he went to with some friends from college last night. Some new band Jonathan’s not sure he’s heard of before, he’s been kind of out of the loop music wise recently. Other stuff kind of took the forefront.

”Yeah, totally. That’s awesome. What was their album called, again?” He asks while glancing at Emily who’s on the playmat between him and Will, currently content to just lie on her tummy clutching her dear Hopper the Bunny, that Will gave her as a newborn, in one fist while simply pounding the floor with the other while making incoherent baby noises, peering up at him. He smiles down at her.

”Nevermind,” Will tells him.

”What? No come on, I’m listening,” he insists. He really is, Will shouldn’t think he’s not interested or blowing him off just because he’s looking after the baby at the same time.

”No,” Will snorts with laughter. ”That’s the album. It’s called Nevermind. By Nirvana,” he explains.

”Oh! Gotcha. Cool, I’ll check that out.”

”I have a tape with a few of theirs on it, here,” Will fishes a mix tape out of his pocket and hands it over. ”You gotta hear Come As You Are. It’s incredible.”

”Cool,” he nods. Emily, intrigued by the new item in her line of sight reaches out for the tape in his hand.

”Awesome, she’s already into grunge. I knew you’d make a cool kid,” Will grins.

”She’s the coolest yeah,” he agrees.

”She actually almost looks like their album cover, kind of. But all babies look the same so. Well, except she doesn’t have the little wee-wee of course.”

”Er, what?”

”Oh, on the album cover there’s a baby boy swimming after a dollar bill.”

”Huh. ’Wee-wee’?” He smirks.

”Well I don’t know, felt weird to say d-i-c-k or p-e-n-i-s about a baby’s you-know-what, especially in front of a baby,” Will blushes.

”Right,” he chuckles.

Emily’s attention has turned to Will. She started crawling recently and excited with her newfound ability that she’s rapidly getting better at, she hurriedly turns around and crawls over to her uncle and tries to climb into his lap. That proves to big of a challenge though, but Emily happily babbles when Will instead picks her up and plays with her. He’s happy to watch the two of them. That Will would be the best uncle in the world was as obvious to him as the fact that Nancy would be the best mom ever.

”Hey watch her for a minute will you, I’ll get the milk,” he excuses himself and gets up to go to the kitchen.

”So how’s Nancy doing?” Will asks him while he feeds Emily.

”Good, she’s good. She’s happy to be back at work but still misses Emily for those hours. But you know, that’s how it is. She’d miss work otherwise.”

”Right, yeah. Plus work is just so many hours out of the day, she can still be with her, right?”

”Right. And she can work from home on Fridays, mostly, which is good for her. But I think she’s still adjusting, you know after being home with her for six months. You get really used to it and she’s always on your mind.”

”Sure. You guys are really nailing this whole thing, by the way. I mean, we all knew you would but it’s still cool to see.”

”Thanks. It’s pretty easy though, with Nancy on my team. She can do anything so I just try to do all I can.”

”Well, you’re not too bad either.”

”I guess. But to be fair Emily doesn’t really do much so it’s easy.”

”Mainly eating, it seems like?” Will smirks.

The girl in question just at that moment decides she’s done eating, turning her head and pushing the bottle away.

”Yeah,” he smiles as he holds Emily up to his shoulder and pats her back. ”And burping,” he continues and soon is granted with Emily doing just that.

Emily next lets out a comically large yawn, then nuzzles into his shirt and instantly falls asleep.

”And sleeping,” Will chuckles at the speed of which she went between the two modes.

”Yes. And pooping, don’t forget about pooping,” he adds and carefully adjusts Emily so he can take a quick sniff. ”Not yet, so there’s something to look forward to.”

”Exciting times,” Will rolls his eyes and smiles.

Four years old…

Okay. Dishes — done. Cleanup in the kitchen — done. Cleanup in the living room — done. Cleanup in the hall — done. Cleanup in their bedroom — not tonight. Cleanup in Emily’s room — await status report. Now entering prone position.

Emily turned four years old today. A monumental occasion of course, just like when she turned one, two and three. As per usual they invited Emily’s aunts and uncles and grandparents, and her best friend Luis, who all showed up of course, El in advance with the cake she insisted on making just like previous birthdays. But this year the guest list expanded outside the usual suspects. The big happening in Emily’s life between her third and fourth birthday was her starting preschool. She’s loved it from the start, being a bit apprehensive at first but once Nancy convinced her it was the start of a big exciting adventure she’d go on with Luis at her side, she was game. Headstrong, creative and energetic she soon discovered the perks of going to a place which had fun new toys she didn’t have at home and a bunch of new playmates. Emily invited them all to her party. Twenty kids who received nice handmade invitation cards Emily made with Nancy’s help. It’s all gone well, Emily’s had a big smile on her face all day playing with her friends and family. But dear God, somehow hosting twenty sugar-high kids at their place and the cleanup has been almost more exhausting than all their run-ins with another dimension. The aftermath of the party slightly reminded him of the states of destruction his old home in Hawkins was put in through the years.

He and Nancy cleaned the living room and hall together after saying goodbye to their last guests — his mother, stepfather and brother, whose offer to stay and help clean up they politely declined — while Emily played with the new toys she was gifted today. While he took care of the kitchen Nancy went to get Emily ready for bed.

And having finished up in there he’s now allowed himself to fall back on the living room couch, lying from end to end stretching out and grabbing some rest. He smiles to himself as he can hear Emily and Nancy talking in about the day while brushing their teeth. Then their soft footsteps pattering out from the bathroom and towards the living room.

”Turning four is exhausting! I’m all tuckered out.”

”Aw, you’ll sleep well then Peanut, we’ll just say goodnight to- well well looks like it tuckered daddy out too!”

He opens his eyes to find his wife smirking at him and his daughter with a smile on her lips and tired eyes. She clutches Hopper the bunny in her hand.

”Mm, well I certainly am all tuckered out. You and your friends really know how to party, Emi.”

”Did you have fun daddy?”

”I did, did you?”

”Super fun!”

”That’s good. Sometimes you have so much fun you get so tired. So we should go to sleep so we can wake up and have more fun tomorrow.”

”Good idea!”

He gives Emily a goodnight kiss and hug. But then the girl doesn’t turn away to go into her bedroom with Nancy like he expected, instead she climbs up the couch, plopping herself down on top of him, laying down with her head on his chest. His arms immediately go around her to keep her steady of course. Nancy snickers.

”Sweetie, what are you doing?” He asks.

Emily’s answer comes in the form of a large yawn. Says it all, really.

”Okay sweetie but we should sleep in beds not on top of daddy,” Nancy tries, barely containing the chuckle in her voice.

Emily’s already fallen asleep though.

”Wow she really goes lights out when she’s comfy on you doesn’t she,” Nancy continues to snicker.

”Yeah,” he whispers. It’s not the first time she’s fallen asleep on him or snuggled into him.

Sleeping on the couch the whole night doesn’t sound appealing though so with Nancy’s help he manages to get up without disturbing Emily and they head into their bedroom, all three of them. Nancy’s as beat as he is and they end end up in a big tangled heap, him sleeping on his back with  Emily on his chest and Nancy on his arm.

Six years old…

”I’m going to stay up until midnight!”

”Well, you’re welcome to try, Peanut.”

”I will! Just you watch!”

There’s five hours left of 1997 and their six year old is determined to stay awake for the fireworks going off at midnight. He has no problem with Emily taking on that challenge. She’ll never make it. She’s never made it past nine the previous years. He exchanges a knowing glance with Nancy who smirks at him. They’re celebrating in the new year at home with his mom, Hopper, El and Mike, and Will and his boyfriend Adam. It’s become a tradition for them all, since they first moved to New York really. In time for the clock to strike twelve they’ll go up to the roof of their apartment building from where they’ll have a good view of the fireworks. Until then they’re happy to be inside with each other’s company, food and the moderate amount of booze they’re comfortable having at a party with a six year old as well as El and Mike’s baby girl Anne.

Emily makes it until almost 10 PM before she slumps against Nancy on the couch and starts snoozing away. Nancy smiles and presses a kiss to their daughter’s hair before carefully adjusting her so she’s laying down under a blanket.

”We’ll wake her up for the fireworks,” she tells him as they together with the others subtly moves the party into the kitchen and keeping it going at a lower volume.

1997, the year Emily started first grade. And the year he and Nancy both turned 30 and ”officially got old” as Mike put it. He doesn’t really feel old though, it’s hard to feel that way when he’s with Nancy and they’re having just as much fun as they did a decade ago. It feels crazy how the years have passed. It feels like just yesterday they were skittering around each other until they finally just said fuck it and shared the damn bed in Murray’s bunker. But it also feels like just yesterday they moved to New York, just yesterday Emily was born, just yesterday a lot of things. Time is weird in that way.

”Honey, wake up.”

”Huh… what…” Emily mumbles in response as he rouses her from her sleep.

”It’s almost midnight. 1998 is just around the corner.”

”Nooo did I fall asleep?!”

”You did, honey.”

”Rats.”

”But you lasted longer than last year!”

”I’m tired…” Emily rubs her eyes.

”Come on, I’ll carry you.”

”Next year I’m going to be awake the whole time,” Emily says with conviction as they’re on the rooftop.

”I believe in you sweetie,” Nancy smiles.

”I’m gonna stay up all night now at least!”

”I’m sure you will…”

”Ten!” Mike calls out, and they all join in counting down the last ten seconds of the year, none more loud than Emily.

”Happy new year!”

He’s still holding Emily and on the stroke of midnight he and Nancy kisses either of their daughter’s cheeks. She squeals with laughter while fireworks erupt above their heads. Emily is transfixed by them while he shares a quick kiss with Nancy.

By the time the last fireworks ebb out, Emily’s already fallen back asleep against his chest.

Fifteen years old…

”America’s Most Wanted?”

”Next.”

”Law & Order SVU?”

”I’ve seen this one three times already.”

”News?”

”I write the news, next.”

”Some Disney cartoon… oh it’s Lady and the Tramp.”

”Hold it!”

”You want to watch Lady and the Tramp?”

”Hell yeah, considering the options.”

”Fair.”

Jonathan puts down the remote. She picks up both their wine glasses and hands his to him before nestling into his side, getting comfortable right in the spot that’s been her favorite one to be in on earth for decades now. It’s Saturday night and Emily is out, giving them privacy and time to cuddle up on the couch. Jonathan remembered to pick up wine but forgot to pick up a movie and having gone through all their dvd’s they opted to flick through channels until finding something suitable enough. Which they found in ABC’s Saturday Night Movie.

”Remember first time we watched this together?”

”Yes, there was a snowstorm so we couldn’t go to the movies so we had to make due with what me and Will and mom had on tape.”

”And we found this and you got inspired to make spaghetti later.”

”Right.”

”One of my favorite dates ever I think.”

”I’m sure-”

He’s interrupted by the front door suddenly swinging open and Emily coming in, alone.

”You’re home early?” She calls out to the hall. Emily really is, it’s not even 9:30, way too early for a teenager to return home from a date.

Emily doesn’t answer at first but they can hear her breathing heavily.

”Emi? Are you okay?” She asks as they both stand up. They’re on their way to the hall when Emily steps into the living room, wiping at her cheeks where tears fall freely.

”Brian broke up with me.”

Oh. The first boyfriend. Since about a month back. And now the first heartbreak. It pains her so to see her daughter like this, all she wants to do is wrap her up in a big hug and shield her from everything bad in the world. So that’s what she does. And Jonathan the same.

”Oh sweetheart, come here. I’m so sorry.”

Emily just cries in their arms for awhile and they simply let her. Eventually she feels it appropriate to ask.

”What happened?”

”I-I d-don’t know he just said he wasn’t ’feeling it’ anymore… w-what am I supposed to make out of that?”

”Ugh, I don’t know sweetie that’s such a shitty explanation… it’s not even an explanation.”

”I-I j-just don’t get what… what changed? I d-didn’t feel like anything changed I thought it was like before, I liked that… m-maybe I’m too slow… too boring…”

”Honey, no,” Jonathan immediately protests.

”But it must be me… I d-don’t know what to do with… stuff like this… what’s expected… I thought we were having fun I didn’t want to do… more. Than we were doing…” Emily mumbles, then hastily adds. ”Just kissing! Is what I meant. Just kissing I don’t want…”

”Peanut, relax. You didn’t do anything wrong. Come here, let’s sit down.”

They lead Emily to the couch and sit down with Emily in the middle. They let Emily collect herself, anticipating that she has more to get off her chest first. As much as it pains her to see her daughter hurting, she’s happy Emily feels comfortable coming to them to talk about it. Like they’ve told her all her life, she should always come to them with whatever problem she has and they will listen to her and try to help her. She thinks back to her own upbringing. It wasn’t quite like that. She loves her mom but they were never… that close, or at least not as close as she feels to Emily. Growing up she didn’t always feel like she could go to her mom. She vividly remembers the last time she did, go to her with a big problem. Confiding in her about Barb’s disappearance and all her worries about that. Her mom had tried to be supportive in her own way at first but then… the betrayal she felt when, after she told her mom all about her worries for Barb and what could’ve happened to her, her mom instead focused on the fact that she had gone to a party and hooked up with a guy, that that was what was important to her, that her princess had slept with some guy not that Barb was missing. She’s never really gotten over that betrayal, after that it felt useless to go to her mom with her troubles. She’d handle it herself instead. With a lot of help from the guy who’s right now got his arm protectively around both her and their daughter on the couch. And she promised herself she’d never do to Emily what her own mom did to her.

”I’m just… I don’t know what people, what he… expects. Or wants. I thought we were just having fun going to the movies and hanging out and stuff and just uh… kissing. I didn’t… don’t… want to do more than that… kissing. Right now. But I know that… I mean Cindy told us in the locker room that she let Greg Morris feel her up like uh… a lot and people talk about going to second base or third or whatever and like some have been having sex since like 8th grade, ew, but I’m just… not ready… for that stuff… I thought Brian got that but I mean I know he wanted more because I kind of had to slow him down last week what if that’s what… I mean everyone else is up for it I don’t know why I’m such a-”

”Hey hey hey. You shouldn’t do stuff you don’t want to do. Never. Don’t ever do stuff just because other people are doing them if you don’t really want to. That’s never the solution. We’re so proud of you. You’re so strong.”

”No…”

”Yes you are, you have the strength to say something when you’re uncomfortable and don’t let people just have their way with you. That’s really strong. You know… a lot of that stuff you mentioned it’s just… okay all that stuff can for sure be fun, but only if both are ready for it and really want to do it. Sadly I think a lot of times people start doing stuff like that when they’re too young because… well because boys… a lot of… most, boys take stuff for granted and maybe are pushy in a way that it’s hard to say no. When someone is being pushy, to say no like you did that takes strength and not everyone has that strength always, which no one can be blamed for, it’s just bad that people are pushy… I’m not gonna be the type of mother who tells you to not do… stuff but I am glad you haven’t done that stuff yet if you’re not comfortable with it. Because it really is only fun if you really want to do it not when you just give in because someone nags you about it.”

”And if he couldn’t handle you saying you didn’t want to do that stuff then he’s an idiot.”

”Dad…”

”He is. If he can’t wait and doesn’t like it when a girl says what she wants, he sucks.”

”It’s true Peanut, he really sucks if that’s the reason.”

”Okay but still it’s… I don’t know if it was that I just think maybe that was… but also just like… compared to other girls I mean I… if I don’t put out like other girls… and then I look like this and I’m not cool I don’t get how… what would people see in me… what did he even see-”

”People see a super cute beautiful girl! With a cute face and great hair and piercingly blue eyes-”

”Mom, you’re my mom of course you’re gonna say-”

”That you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, because you are. Okay remember, family rule: No bullshit.”

”But ugh I’m too short and I’m flat as a plank and my acne is…”

”Isn’t noticeable. And you’re not flat as a plank, nor too short. You’re perfect.”

”Yes. And what do you mean you’re not cool? You’re easily the coolest girl in your school.”

”Dad, you don’t know cool. Pretty sure my dad saying I’m the coolest just made me even less cool…”

”Hey now I know cool! Your mom was the coolest girl in town no doubt and you’re so much like her!”

”Yeah right… I just… feel so stupid.”

”You’re not stupid. He’s stupid. Boys are stupid.”

”Well I’m just… I thought he liked me… I liked him… I think I liked him… it’s… I hate this. I was so nervous I’d screw it up and I wasn’t sure how I felt but then I started feeling better about it and then he just goes ’not feeling it’… I don’t… I don’t know…”

”Sweetie, were you having fun? With him.”

”Yes… mostly, I mean. When I wasn’t nervous or unsure of… stuff, it was fun.”

”Well then… I know it hurts, it ending like this. Without him giving a good reason even. That really sucks. And I’m not gonna lie, it’s gonna continue to suck for a bit… I wish I could say something that would just make it all better but I don’t have those magic words sweetie. But I do know it’s going to be okay.”

”Right…”

”And I don’t think you should have any regrets. Seriously, it’s his loss not yours. It’s not you who did anything wrong. You did what you wanted to do and didn’t do what you didn’t want to do. Hold onto that attitude sweetie, please, I’m begging you. Don’t do stuff you don’t want to do. If he can’t handle that it’s his loss.”

”Yeah he’ll be kicking himself soon enough. He’ll go ’oh my god how could I let Emily Byers go? I’m such an idiot’,” Jonathan fills in.

”Yeah right dad,” Emily scoffs with the slightest hint of laughter in her tone. ”And thanks mom I know I’m just… trying to be strong like you but-”

”You’re already way stronger than me.”

”No I’m not-”

”Yes you are. God you should’ve seen me at your age. So desperate to fit in, so unsure of who I was, what I wanted to do…”

”I don’t know what I want to do or who I am or anything either!”

”Yeah but who does? My point is, you at least don’t change who you are to fit in. You’re just unapologetically you, which makes you the coolest. You got that from your dad, by the way. I love that about you and that’s why your friends like you and that’s why even the dork I married is right when he says you’re the coolest girl in school.”

Emily releases a soft chuckle at her calling Jonathan a dork.

”Why are you drinking wine and watching Lady and the Tramp?” Emily then asks as she readjusts herself further back into the cushions and for the first time really glancing up at the TV.

”Because adulthood is fun. And because your father forgot to go to Blockbuster.”

”And because your mom got nostalgic.”

”We watched this in the winter of ’84 when we got snowed in and then he got inspired to make me spaghetti,” she explains to Emily’s questioning look. ”It was sweet.”

”Ugh, you’re both dorks,” Emily shakes her head.

”Thanks, you’ve said that before.”

The classic scene where Lady and the Tramp share a string of spaghetti comes on.

��Please tell me you guys didn’t do that,” Emily sighs.

”Well…”

”It was your mother’s idea.”

”God please tell me I’m adopted.”

”Sorry honey.”

Her daughter’s usual dry sarcasm is like music to her ears. Emily will be okay. They remain cuddled up together all three on the couch for the rest of the evening, lazily watching the rest of the movie and then other late-night programming. Eventually Emily falls asleep against Jonathan just like she always did when she was little. She gently brushes a hand through Emily’s hair and thinks that through it all they somehow must’ve managed to do something right because they’ve raised this girl who’s turned into the best person in the history of the world as far as she’s concerned.

[l0nely-edgel0rd-g0d]

Impromptu: Introduction of Power

We’ve officially moved from The Nameless Theater to a operational dance club called P.H.; which secretly stands for Pheasant Humiliation. The move reduces our cleaning and maintenance cost by 47.3% and features a fully functioning kitchen. The clubs owner is my friend and fellow libertine Risa Kawajiri, though running the club will keep her from attending ‘Impromptu’. But before we reveal the minutes of this event, let us first describe the locale as there won’t be time to describe them later; but by no means shall it distract from our tale.

The exterior of P.H. is in no way unique or distinguished from the other buildings in the area. The interior of the first floor is just as interesting as the exterior, save for the excessive use of valour. Upstairs is the VIP room with more valour and six televisions for viewing various sporting events. It is only through an electronically locked door on the ground floor labeled ‘Staff Only’ (as opposed to employees only) one can access to our setting. Follow me as I have an electronic key card that allows access. Follow me into a dimly lit corridor with a thrice turning, ADA certified ramp to another door also electronically locked which the key card opens. On the other side is another door much like one finds in a modern bank allowing passage to one person at a time. This third door requires a five digit PIN unique to each guest; thus preventing undesirables from entering. I have provided one for you (85491), so come along as we enter…

...A brightly lit club with gold plating, mirrors and reclaimed wood wherever possible, bringing the word gaudy to the mind of most who see it. Assuming we entered through the Southwest door, I shall describe the layout desoil from the aforementioned starting point. Immediately to the right is the men’s lavatory, along the West wall is the bar, followed by the buffet. The kitchen is behind the bar. The Northwest corner is the supply room servicing both the kitchen and the stage. The stage is along the North wall with a DJ booth in the Northeast corner. The East wall is a lounge area with couches and tables with a variety of pipes, bongs and hookahs ready for use. In the southeast corner is the women’s restroom, followed by the other entrance with a unisex lavatory in between the two entrances. Their architecture and style differ in no way from the rest of the club. The dance floor was in the middle.

Now let us turn to the night in question. Ah but gentle reader, I must first take a moment to beg of you to prepare your heart and mind for a telling of an adventure most impure. Many of the actions we shall depict will, undoubtedly, displease you. This we know. But there amongst you a few whom this tale will warm to the point of arousal. We cannot guess who amongst you will fall into which category, all we can do is relay the facts as best we can given the details of this evening. Think it of as a buffet, some dishes you’ll like, some you won’t, but you needn’t eat them all. Take what you like and leave the rest for others to decide for themselves.

And now, with no further delay or warnings, we present the minutes of the event called, ‘Impromptu’.

There are 19 (counting your dear narrator who does have a role in this drama) attendees at Impromptu, the first we must mention of course is the ponytailed assassin from Thursday; we never did learn his name. He is naked and locked bent over in a pillory bolted to the stage; facing the lounge area. His feet kept apart by a metal spreader locked around his ankles and locked to the stage. His mouth is held open by a dentist's gag. The second guest we must mention is Ling-Li Chang, mistress of the Purple Dragon Triad. She was dressed in a sailor suit, gagged and cuffed ankles and wrists to a wheelchair. A head restraint was attached to prevent her from turning her head, and support the wire speculum that held her eyes open. She was positioned as close to the stage as possible but ensured she could see the whole stage.

The 17 others were all to play a game. Each would be given a turn to subject ponytail to whatever their dark imaginations could conceive of; but whoever killed him would have to pay a thousand dollars to every guest who didn’t their turn. They drew numbers to determine the order.

We’ll skip the hour or so they spent treating this as an everyday social event, making small talk, sampling the food, making each other’s drinks and get to the examples of how it wasn’t. With that the first number was called. It was Lucas (no surname), built like a UFC middleweight; he’s a veteran member of The Syndicate who participated in the raid on Ling-Li’s villa. His past is a mystery to all, but one could speculate he was an American with military training. Lucas simply struck ponytail about the face 14 or 16 times with his fists. He clearly didn’t hold back.

Next was a woman, short, nearly 100 kg most of which was muscle. She had short hair and wore blue jeans, a grey t shirt and a red flannel shirt over it. She place a cage on his limp prick and began massaging his anus and testes with sensuous oils to encourage an erection impeded by the cage. All the men winced, hissed and/or groaned at the sight. A discussion of whether or not he was capable of preventing an erection was possible and all agreed; not with the technique our heroine used. There was an applause at the end.

Number three was an obese white MtoF transexual who went by the name Luna Turquoise; easily voted best dressed of the evening. Luna made sweet tender love to ponytail. There was a spirited debate among those on the dance floor as to how cruel this was. Sure he was sexually assaulted but he wasn’t maimed or disfigured. Also planted the thought that this would be the most pleasant thing to happen to him seem the worst torture of all. Others took the position that not removing the penis prison was the worst. Let us finish the minutes and you, dear reader, can determine what was the worst single event he suffered.

A Japanese dominatrix, unanimously voted second best dressed of the evening, though her name escapes me, took her turn next. She gave him 50 strokes with a bull pizzle on the buttocks. Nearly 30 of those strokes landed in between his cheeks. Following was Christof Select, attending his first such party. He was welcomed with gentle teasing and gratitude. He showed no signs of first time jitters as he shoved filthy and salted bamboo shoots under ponytail’s finger and toenails. He sipped a pair of manhattans and sang Norse folk songs the entire time.

Thérése (no surname), sixty-two, hailing from the bowls of France. She looks like a skeleton, has no hair, no teeth, a stinking mouth, and ass seamed with scars, it’s hole is of excessively generous diameter. She forced her fetid ass and cunt on to the subject’s mouth, rubs it all over his face. She produces some of the most foul smelling farts and queefs as she does so. Her orgasam is intense and she shouts blasphamies as it happens.

Amir Kusein, dressed in an Armani tuxedo and hold his fourth dirty snowball (Pour irish cream and peppermint schnapps over ice in a medium rocks or old-fashioned glass. Top with milk, stir, and serve in "Old-Fashioned Glass" and no garnish) had been moping the night because he couldn’t bring his dog. There was a lively discussion among the attendees about animal participation during the preamble. Suffice to say they were excluded, and Amir was disappointed. He satisfied himself while dropping teaspoons of boiling peanut oil onto ponytail’s back and buttocks. He ejaculated into the subject’s left ear.

Cammy Williams, a veteran member of The Syndicate who participated in the raid on Ling-Li’s villa. She wore an Alice in Wonderland (animated) cosplay with bunny ears atop her head. She was standing at the buffet feasting on teriyaki shrimp when her number as called. She dashed to the stage, wasted no time and showcased her MI6 training by dislocating his right shoulder and breaking a rib in one ferocious elbow strike. This produced a scream and a puddle of urine from the subject that brought a cheer from the attendees. She then returned to the buffet. No one else had teriyaki shrimp that night.

Viktor (no surname), a veteran member of The Syndicate who participated in the raid on Ling-Li’s villa; and probably the largest man you’ll ever see. He wore a white gym shirt and green gym shorts that hide nothing. When questioned about his lack of shoes he replied he liked the feel of the filth on his feet. Brandishing the third largest member of the night, he sodomized to the direction of those on the dance floor, letting them control the tempo, depth, strength, etc. of his penetrations. He finished by discharging into the crowd. They were delighted.

The woman that followed is best described as actress Constance Zimmer (though it couldn’t possibly be her) cosplaying as Edea from Final Fantasy 8. Notably, she was controversially voted third best dressed at the event. She firmly planted her shoe heel in the subject’s anus and proceeded to use a megaphone to verbally abuse him with every degrading insult and invective she could shout in the time permitted. She had spent the last 19 hours memorizing them in preparation for this moment. Most took this moment to use the restrooms or hit the buffet; unless they wanted teriyaki shrimp.

A man I only ever heard called, and I do beg your pardon for this, Arse Splitter, is 28 years old. He has the look of a satyr; his majestic prick is bent saber fashion, it’s head, or glans, is enormous, it is eight and three eighths inches in circumference and the shaft eight in length. A fine curve to this majestic prick. Sodomized the subject in a manner true to his name. Many of the ladies attending wished to try him out, but learned his leanings were only for men’s asses.

Nina White, a veteran member of The Syndicate who participated in the raid on Ling-Li’s villa. She was dressed as a playboy bunny and had just been spurned by Arse Splitter when her number was called. She found large chunks of ice and used them to break eight bones in his hands. It matters not which ones or in which order it happened. It is enough to say it took considerable effort on her part, three chunks ice and only ended because her time was said to have expired.

Up next was a man who made his living as a professional Dennis Rodman impersonator, dressed in a Yves Saint Laurent wedding dress and had been very bitchy since he didn’t make the top three for best dressed. One by one he used a straight razor to cut off the subject’s toes and shoves them up his ass with a member that also fails to make the top three of the night. He discharged when the tenth toe came back out.

A squat woman dressed as Pennywise the Dancing Clown from Stephen King’s It (2017) viciously fists the subject and beats him with a one pound plastic weight in a crudely drawn sock puppet. In her, fist, is the remote for her vibrating panties. Her orgasam is so intense, so flfilling, she falls. After she falls out of him, he voids  his bowels upon her. She then has a second orgasm more intense and violent than the first. Viktor has to carry her off the stage to the lounge where they fornicate, forever tainting one of the couches.

Next was a muscular 6 foot 3 inch tall, black, MtoF transsexual cosplaying as Juliet from Lollipop Chainsaw. She tries to pull out ten of the subjects teeth with two pair of the filthiest pliers one ever did see, failing to get three. She then holds the subject’s tongue with a pair of the pliers and stabs his tongue with a pair equally filthy screwdrivers, both phillips and flat. when asked she revealed she kept the tools in the bowl of a portable toilet used by the homeless. She doesn’t stay for the orgy that follows these minutes.

The penultimate guest was Heather Camden dressed in a Star Trek TNG engineers uniform, rank Lieutenant Commander. She dumped three table spoons of some caustic powder to his mouth that reacted with the water in his mouth in a very acidic way. It produced some voluptuous gargled screams to which she frigged herself. She howled and appeared in seizure when climaxing. The woman, who’s name I cannot remember though I know she went second, carried Heather off the stage.

Last was me, your narrator gentle reader. I simply stab his six or seven times with an ornate early 18th century German smallsword; taking great care to ensure none of the wounds is fatal. The subject is then freed of his bonds and rushed to a competent emergency room. Our heroes then have an orgy the likes of which I’ll leave to your imaginations based on the information you have now. Though i must confess Viktor, Ms. Pennywise and Thérése had their own private orgy which Ling-Li was made to watch, apart from the main one. When it was over Ling-Li was returned to her corpse decorated villa with the understanding of what happens to those who fuck with The Syndicate.

[mardukwhite-blog]

I was not raised in a racist home or environment. Living in the South, almost every White person has a small amount of racial awareness, simply beause of the numbers of negroes in this part of the country. But it is a superficial awareness. Growing up, in school, the White and black kids would make racial jokes toward each other, but all they were were jokes. Me and White friends would sometimes would watch things that would make us think that “blacks were the real racists” and other elementary thoughts like this, but there was no real understanding behind it. The event that truly awakened me was the Trayvon Martin case. I kept hearing and seeing his name, and eventually I decided to look him up. I read the Wikipedia article and right away I was unable to understand what the big deal was. It was obvious that Zimmerman was in the right. But more importantly this prompted me to type in the words “black on White crime” into Google, and I have never been the same since that day. The first website I came to was the Council of Conservative Citizens. There were pages upon pages of these brutal black on White murders. I was in disbelief. At this moment I realized that something was very wrong. How could the news be blowing up the Trayvon Martin case while hundreds of these black on White murders got ignored? From this point I researched deeper and found out what was happening in Europe. I saw that the same things were happening in England and France, and in all the other Western European countries. Again I found myself in disbelief. As an American we are taught to accept living in the melting pot, and black and other minorities have just as much right to be here as we do, since we are all immigrants. But Europe is the homeland of White people, and in many ways the situation is even worse there. From here I found out about the Jewish problem and other issues facing our race, and I can say today that I am completely racially aware. Blacks I think it is is fitting to start off with the group I have the most real life experience with, and the group that is the biggest problem for Americans. Niggers are stupid and violent. At the same time they have the capacity to be very slick. Black people view everything through a racial lense. Thats what racial awareness is, its viewing everything that happens through a racial lense. They are always thinking about the fact that they are black. This is part of the reason they get offended so easily, and think that some thing are intended to be racist towards them, even when a White person wouldnt be thinking about race. The other reason is the Jewish agitation of the black race. Black people are racially aware almost from birth, but White people on average dont think about race in their daily lives. And this is our problem. We need to and have to. Say you were to witness a dog being beat by a man. You are almost surely going to feel very sorry for that dog. But then say you were to witness a dog biting a man. You will most likely not feel the same pity you felt for the dog for the man. Why? Because dogs are lower than men. This same analogy applies to black and White relations. Even today, blacks are subconsciously viewed by White people are lower beings. They are held to a lower standard in general. This is why they are able to get away with things like obnoxious behavior in public. Because it is expected of them. Modern history classes instill a subconscious White superiority complex in Whites and an inferiority complex in blacks. This White superiority complex that comes from learning of how we dominated other peoples is also part of the problem I have just mentioned. But of course I dont deny that we are in fact superior. I wish with a passion that niggers were treated terribly throughout history by Whites, that every White person had an ancestor who owned slaves, that segregation was an evil an oppressive institution, and so on. Because if it was all it true, it would make it so much easier for me to accept our current situation. But it isnt true. None of it is. We are told to accept what is happening to us because of ancestors wrong doing, but it is all based on historical lies, exaggerations and myths. I have tried endlessly to think of reasons we deserve this, and I have only came back more irritated because there are no reasons. Only a fourth to a third of people in the South owned even one slave. Yet every White person is treated as if they had a slave owning ancestor. This applies to in the states where slavery never existed, as well as people whose families immigrated after slavery was abolished. I have read hundreds of slaves narratives from my state. And almost all of them were positive. One sticks out in my mind where an old ex-slave recounted how the day his mistress died was one of the saddest days of his life. And in many of these narratives the slaves told of how their masters didnt even allowing whipping on his plantation. Segregation was not a bad thing. It was a defensive measure. Segregation did not exist to hold back negroes. It existed to protect us from them. And I mean that in multiple ways. Not only did it protect us from having to interact with them, and from being physically harmed by them, but it protected us from being brought down to their level. Integration has done nothing but bring Whites down to level of brute animals. The best example of this is obviously our school system. Now White parents are forced to move to the suburbs to send their children to “good schools”. But what constitutes a “good school”? The fact is that how good a school is considered directly corresponds to how White it is. I hate with a passion the whole idea of the suburbs. To me it represents nothing but scared White people running. Running because they are too weak, scared, and brainwashed to fight. Why should we have to flee the cities we created for the security of the suburbs? Why are the suburbs secure in the first place? Because they are White. The pathetic part is that these White people dont even admit to themselves why they are moving. They tell themselves it is for better schools or simply to live in a nicer neighborhood. But it is honestly just a way to escape niggers and other minorities. But what about the White people that are left behind? What about the White children who, because of school zoning laws, are forced to go to a school that is 90 percent black? Do we really think that that White kid will be able to go one day without being picked on for being White, or called a “white boy”? And who is fighting for him? Who is fighting for these White people forced by economic circumstances to live among negroes? No one, but someone has to. Here I would also like to touch on the idea of a Norhtwest Front. I think this idea is beyond stupid. Why should I for example, give up the beauty and history of my state to go to the Norhthwest? To me the whole idea just parralells the concept of White people running to the suburbs. The whole idea is pathetic and just another way to run from the problem without facing it. Some people feel as though the South is beyond saving, that we have too many blacks here. To this I say look at history. The South had a higher ratio of blacks when we were holding them as slaves. Look at South Africa, and how such a small minority held the black in apartheid for years and years. Speaking of South Africa, if anyone thinks that think will eventually just change for the better, consider how in South Africa they have affirmative action for the black population that makes up 80 percent of the population. It is far from being too late for America or Europe. I believe that even if we made up only 30 percent of the population we could take it back completely. But by no means should we wait any longer to take drastic action. Anyone who thinks that White and black people look as different as we do on the outside, but are somehow magically the same on the inside, is delusional. How could our faces, skin, hair, and body structure all be different, but our brains be exactly the same? This is the nonsense we are led to believe. Negroes have lower Iqs, lower impulse control, and higher testosterone levels in generals. These three things alone are a recipe for violent behavior. If a scientist publishes a paper on the differences between the races in Western Europe or Americans, he can expect to lose his job. There are personality traits within human families, and within different breeds of cats or dogs, so why not within the races? A horse and a donkey can breed and make a mule, but they are still two completely different animals. Just because we can breed with the other races doesnt make us the same. In a modern history class it is always emphasized that, when talking about “bad” things Whites have done in history, they were White. But when we lern about the numerous, almost countless wonderful things Whites have done, it is never pointed out that these people were White. Yet when we learn about anything important done by a black person in history, it is always pointed out repeatedly that they were black. For example when we learn about how George Washington carver was the first nigger smart enough to open a peanut. On another subject I want to say this. Many White people feel as though they dont have a unique culture. The reason for this is that White culture is world culture. I dont mean that our culture is made up of other cultures, I mean that our culture has been adopted by everyone in the world. This makes us feel as though our culture isnt special or unique. Say for example that every business man in the world wore a kimono, that every skyscraper was in the shape of a pagoda, that every door was a sliding one, and that everyone ate every meal with chopsticks. This would probably make a Japanese man feel as though he had no unique traditional culture. I have noticed a great disdain for race mixing White women within the White nationalists community, bordering on insanity it. These women are victims, and they can be saved. Stop. Jews Unlike many White naitonalists, I am of the opinion that the majority of American and European jews are White. In my opinion the issues with jews is not their blood, but their identity. I think that if we could somehow destroy the jewish identity, then they wouldnt cause much of a problem. The problem is that Jews look White, and in many cases are White, yet they see themselves as minorities. Just like niggers, most jews are always thinking about the fact that they are jewish. The other issue is that they network. If we could somehow turn every jew blue for 24 hours, I think there would be a mass awakening, because people would be able to see plainly what is going on. I dont pretend to understand why jews do what they do. They are enigma. Hispanics Hispanics are obviously a huge problem for Americans. But there are good hispanics and bad hispanics. I remember while watching hispanic television stations, the shows and even the commercials were more White than our own. They have respect for White beauty, and a good portion of hispanics are White. It is a well known fact that White hispanics make up the elite of most hispanics countries. There is good White blood worht saving in Uruguay, Argentina, Chile and even Brasil. But they are still our enemies. East Asians I have great respent for the East Asian races. Even if we were to go extinct they could carry something on. They are by nature very racist and could be great allies of the White race. I am not opposed at all to allies with the Northeast Asian races. Patriotism I hate the sight of the American flag. Modern American patriotism is an absolute joke. People pretending like they have something to be proud while White people are being murdered daily in the streets. Many veterans believe we owe them something for “protecting our way of life” or “protecting our freedom”. But im not sure what way of life they are talking about. How about we protect the White race and stop fighting for the jews. I will say this though, I myself would have rather lived in 1940's American than Nazi Germany, and no this is not ignorance speaking, it is just my opinion. So I dont blame the veterans of any wars up until after Vietnam, because at least they had an American to be proud of and fight for. An Explanation To take a saying from a film, “I see all this stuff going on, and I dont see anyone doing anything about it. And it pisses me off.”. To take a saying from my favorite film, “Even if my life is worth less than a speck of dirt, I want to use it for the good of society.”. I have no choice. I am not in the position to, alone, go into the ghetto and fight. I chose Charleston because it is most historic city in my state, and at one time had the highest ratio of blacks to Whites in the country. We have no skinheads, no real KKK, no one doing anything but talking on the internet. Well someone has to have the bravery to take it to the real world, and I guess that has to be me. Unfortunately at the time of writing I am in a great hurry and some of my best thoughts, actually many of them have been to be left out and lost forever. But I believe enough great White minds are out there already. Please forgive any typos, I didnt have time to check it.

[caligulalotus]

ok now i will elaborate

so i'm sorting everything in the glossary screenshots i got (ty @blazeball ) into four categories: in the glossary before, in the glossary before, but changed, not in the glossary before, and no longer in the glossary. i'm cross referencing the new glossary with how it looked during season 24 from before.

in the glossary before, unchanged:

amplification (added during short circuits)

alternate

away team

ballpark

boost

bottom of the inning

charge (added during short circuits)

circuit (added during short circuits)

coffee

combo (added during short circuits)

commissioner

conference (added during short circuits)

day (added during short circuits)

debt

distortion (added during short circuits)

division (added during short circuits)

election

elsewhere (added during short circuits)

fan

feedback

fielder's choice

god's day

home team

honey roasted

impair

in

incineration

inning

inverted (still totally redacted definition)

lineup

losses

lots of birds

night (added during short circuits)

noise (added during short circuits)

non-losses (YUP. THOSE ARE STILL THERE.)

observed

out

outing

partying

pending

percolated

pity

player

preseason

receiver

released

reverb

reverberating

risk (added during short circuits)

rotation

run

shadows

shame

shame donor

[redacted] (technically, we all know from the definition and placement that it's shelled)

siesta

solar eclipse

superallergic (sorry nerd)

superyummy

[redacted] (the definition is just "Is.")

the coffee cup

the fourth strike

top of the inning

tribute

unstable

vote (yes, this means votes are still snacks!)

walk in the park

win

wins

in the glossary before, changed:

electric: the second definition has now been changed to state that the bloodborne ability can now strike away strikes and balls, rather than just strikes

flooding: the first two definitions remain unchanged, but the third definition, "a fan-made crisis", is gone

idol: the only change is that it does not say idols will reward fans with coins, just that they will reward fans.

internet series: instead of reading "contested since Season 6 of the Discipline Era, between the champion teams of the Wild League and the Mild League", it reads "contested since [redacted] between champion teams of the Uptempo Conference and the Downtempo Conference."

party time: the second half of the definition, "during which they may occasionally receive permanent stat boosts during games", has been removed

peanuts: two definitions have been removed. "2. A snack to be consumed during Blaseball games (not to be confused with Snacks)." and "3. An offering of tribute in the Hall of Flame." have been removed.

not in the glossary before:

[redacted]: A condensed outburst of [redacted] (starts with a c, in between charge and circuit)

discipline: 1. The practice of training people to obey rules or a code of behavior, using punishment to correct disobedience. 2. A branch of knowledge.

doubt: A lack of confidence, conviction, or faith.

fiesta: An official stoppage of Regular Season Play for the Observation of Parties.

good vibes: An increase in Cinnamon and Pressurization

a new(?) totally redacted word and definition in the "L" section. may have been in the glossary before but there's not really a way to know for certain if they're the same. (it might be, as some have speculated, legendary. if that's the case it was there before.

uptempo conference championship series: A postseason series to decide the Uptempo Conference Champion, their representative in the Internet Series.

bonus category: things i could've sworn were added during short circuits but weren't, apparently?

virtue: A quality considered good or desirable or associated with positive expected value.

prize match: A contest, usually between two Teams, granting the Winner a Prize from [redacted] in lieu of a Win.

snow: 1. Weather 2. Crystalized [redacted] that accumulates on the Field [redacted] modifying and potentially Freezing [redacted] (i'm certain this showed up during the circuits but i don't know what it's old definition was)

title belt: A Prize Forged by the Cheat [redacted] granting the Wielder invitation to Tournaments.

[redacted]: A contest, usually between two Teams, between [long redacted] granting the Winner possession of [redacted] in lieu of a Win.

no longer in the glossary

0 no

affinity for crows

apple

art gallery

base instincts

bird seed

black hole

blaserunning

bless off

blood bath

blooddrain (RIV)

burger

chaotic

charm

cheese board

chesapeake racetrack and ballpark (or: the crabitat)

chips

coin

concessions

consolidated debt

containment (oh no)

credit to the team

crunchy

curse of crows

earlpostseason

earlsiesta

like four redacted "e" terms

endseason

fifth base

fire eater

fireproof

first born

flickering

fliickerrriiing

flinch

flute

free refill

friend of crows

gravity

growth (thank god)

hall of flame

hard boiled

haunted (RIV...)

heating up...

home field advantage

hot dog

idol immune

inhabiting

latepostseason

latesiesta

lateseason

liberated

life of the party

loyalty

magmatic

midseason

mild

mild league championship series

[redacted]: a destroyed non-physical concept (started with o)

perk

pizza

popcorn

red hot!

refinanced debt

repeating

returned

roamin

saboteur

sealant

shop

siphon

snake oil

somewhat better

somewhat worse

spicy

squiddest

squiddish

stable

stale popcorn

star

steal

subjection

sub-league

sun 2

sunflower seeds

super idol

swap

targeted shame

tired

traveling

well rested

wild league championship series

will

wired

ok im not gonna elaborate without doing a read more but i am. obsessed with certain things in the new glossary. what's going on in there.

[chaiwu1314]

What causes the severe hair loss

1. What is the cause of severe hair loss

　　 One is: hereditary hair loss.

Hereditary hair loss is the most common cause of hair loss in men. The reason for this serious hair loss is that some of the human head hair follicles have natural defects. They are easily stimulated by male hormones in the body and cause the hair follicles to shrink, lose their function, and enter "pseudosexuality". The "death" state leads to severe hair loss.

　　 The second is: lack of sleep, poor sleep quality.

　　 Adequate sleep can promote the normal metabolism of skin and hair, and the metabolism period of hair is mainly at night, especially between 10 pm and 2 am. During this period of adequate sleep, the hair can be metabolized normally. On the contrary, if the metabolism and nutrition of the hair are out of balance, the hair will fall out. Nowadays, people are used to staying up late or even overnight due to work, study, etc., which leads to severe hair loss.

　　 The third is: long-term mental stress.

　　 The high mental pressure in today's society is also one of the main reasons for the severe hair loss. The ancients used to say "smile, ten years old, worry, worry, white head", it can be seen that hair and spirit have a lot to do. Hair loss caused by mental problems is generally temporary, as long as you adjust your mentality and improve your quality of life, this can generally be restored.

　　Fourth is: unbalanced nutrition.

　　Unbalanced nutrition has always been one of the important reasons for severe hair loss. The growth of hair requires a lot of protein, amino acids, vitamins, trace elements, etc. If a certain kind of nutrition is lacking, it will make the hair grow abnormally and cause hair loss all the time.

　　 Fifth is: the scalp is stimulated by the outside.

　　External stimulation is also the main cause of hair loss. External irritation mainly comes from perm, hair dyeing, hair pulling, hair binding, poor air environment, and poor cleaning. These irritations directly damage the hair follicles and cause chronic hair loss. It is also easy to damage the hair quality, and the hair becomes thin and soft. It can be said that most of these factors are man-made, so we need to pay attention to them.

Second, what should I do if my hair falls badly? 　　 1. Diet is the main source of hair nutrition, so whether the diet is balanced or not will directly affect the growth of hair. If the long-term nutrition is not balanced, or if eating spicy food stimulates greasy food, it will lead to severe hair loss. To make your hair grow healthily, you should pay attention to nutritional conditioning, supplement high-quality protein, and eat less spicy and irritating foods and foods that are too fatty to provide sufficient nutrient absorption for your hair!

　　2. Daily care is a key factor directly related to the health of hair and hair roots. Don't blindly pursue fashion, pursue beauty, and perm and dye your hair excessively. Perm and dyeing will make the hair lose its luster and elasticity, and even become dry and yellow, which will lead to severe hair loss. At the same time, it is necessary to clean and protect the hair moderately. When washing the hair, pay attention to the massage of the head and the hair care after washing.

3. You can choose an effective method that suits you to effectively suppress the continuous occurrence of severe hair loss, avoid hair thinning on the top of the head due to long-term hair fall, and baldness, and avoid the appearance of frequent hair fall. Produce a huge gap to avoid immeasurable impact on life and career due to frequent hair loss. Experts recommend that Heileya has a good effect on preventing frequent hair loss.

　　4. Maintain an optimistic attitude towards life, take part in more exercises to keep the body and mind healthy, and avoid anxiety, excessive stress, and long-term mental stress that can lead to severe hair loss. Should reduce stress, exercise properly, promote the normal circulation of body functions, and maintain optimism and cheerfulness. On weekends, you can go out at the right time, breathe in the fresh air outside the city, and appreciate the amorous feelings of nature, thereby effectively relaxing your body and mind.

　　 5. Sufficient sleep is an indispensable foundation for a healthy life. Only by ensuring the quality of sleep, can people better engage in new work, maintain normal functioning of the body, and effectively avoid severe hair loss.

3. What kind of food is better for hair loss? 　　 iron supplement

　　 Suitable for the crowd: Anemia causes hair loss

　　 The human body needs a variety of trace elements. Iron deficiency can cause anemia. One of the accompanying symptoms of anemia is hair loss. Therefore, you should choose foods with high iron content in your diet. Peanuts, soybeans, black beans, carrots, spinach, carp, bananas, potatoes, etc. are rich in iron.

　　 Protein supplement

　　 Suitable for the crowd: malnourished hair loss

　　Hair is one of the measures of people's health. Malnutrition is manifested as browning, split ends, and a lot of hair loss on the hair. This type of hair loss should eat foods with higher protein content. Eggs, white meat, corn, etc. are high-protein foods. Milk is also a good choice.

　　Alkaline vegetables and fruits

　　 Suitable for the crowd: Excessive fatigue causes hair loss

　　 The major factor in hair loss and yellowing of hair may be acid toxins in the blood. The reason is physical and mental fatigue. Long-term consumption of carbohydrates and fatty foods causes acid toxins to be produced in the metabolic process of the body. Vegetables and fruits such as grapes, tea, wine, kelp, citrus, persimmons, cucumbers, and carrots are all strongly alkaline.

　　 Hair aging and hair loss

　　Hair is also alive. It changes with the change of people's age. It also has a growth period, a mature period and a senescence period. For this type of hair loss, we must first maintain an optimistic and young mentality, and at the same time supplement vitamin E in an appropriate amount. Vitamin E can also be taken from food. Fresh green leafy vegetables, animal organs, beans, egg yolks, fruits, lean meat, peanuts, etc. contain a lot of vitamin E.

Fourth, how to prevent severe hair loss

　　 1. Psychotherapy

　　 First of all, we must have an optimistic and positive attitude to view this phenomenon. A happy mood can make our hair more black and beautiful. On the one hand, hair loss is related to our genes, and a large part of the reason is recent stress. Therefore, no matter what difficulties we encounter, we must have an optimistic and positive attitude.

　　 2. Food therapy

　　① Barley + mung bean + lotus leaf, wash the above three ingredients and cook porridge for consumption, which has a good anti-hair loss effect.

　　②Multi-protein and vitamins, usually eat foods rich in protein, trace elements, vitamins, etc., but also avoid spicy, fried and other irritating foods, as well as refined sugar and flour. These foods are not conducive to the growth of hair.

　　③We boil black sesame and japonica rice together to make porridge and drink. This method requires us to persist in doing it. Black sesame seeds contain a lot of vitamins, which can play a good role in treating drug-induced hair loss and disease hair loss.

　　 Tips: Try to use less irritating foods, spicy and fatty foods, and eat more fresh fruits and vegetables, vegetables, and nuts.

　　3. Massage

　　 You can rub the scalp with both hands in the morning and before going to bed, from the forehead through the top of the head to the pillow for 2 to 4 minutes each time, 30 to 40 times per minute, and then gradually extend to 5 to 10 minutes each time. As long as you stick to it for a long time, you will have black hair after three or four years. Scalp massage has a good effect on promoting blood circulation.

　　 4. Olive oil cures hair loss

　　Olive oil is rich in vitamins B and E. Apply them on the scalp and massage until fully absorbed. Wrap it in a turban or shower cap and wash it off with a neutral shampoo after one hour. This method can prevent hair loss and also prevent dandruff.

　　5. Guaranteed sleep

　　 After studying and working for a day, our heads must be in a state of tension, and enough sleep at night can keep the metabolism of the skin and scalp normal. So I suggest everyone, every night from 10 to 2 o'clock, to ensure sleep during this period, can help reduce the occurrence of hair loss, and keep your hair in good condition.

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[latinuser]

Okay so I’m currently in a bit of a root of depression/insecurity/HELLA QUESTIONING MY SHIT right now, which all added together with the need of a job kind of fucks over the mental state to create stuff and get out of that funk. You just sorta. Binge? Lay there doing nothing, you aren’t super upset at that moment but you don’t feel anything, so you’re watching comedy skits or anime or something to bring yourself to a high point so that you can feel motivated to do anything.

But, while being in this shit hole where the majority of my brain turns to: Nobody supports you, you don’t know what you feel so how dare you even think the way you do/you’re fucking over other people you love/you have it so easy stfu

I decided, LETS TRY AND BE PRODUCTIVE (and vent sorta with the above) and so I’m gonna throw up a bunch of shit I like to do to try and help myself feel better (because I can be happy in a moment but it fades over time with the whole depression until you feel like a void)

So, down below is gonna be just some shit I do to make myself do stuff set into categories of:

Art/Drawing

Writing

and Chores

Key note, this works for me. It may not for others, but if it works for some people then I’m glad to provide a little relief.

If anyone else has other advice/resources add on to this post!!

ART/DRAWING

First thing I suggest is something I’ve been doing for ages before I even recognized I was doing it for my depression.

Find a super old piece of art you did, like two-three years ago, and then re-draw it. For slumps (especially long ones) where Depression just won’t let you think creatively, not having to overthink what you’re drawing is helpful. Having an old piece where the pose/the basic composition of the piece is already decided let’s you just work through everything faster, even if you change the pose slightly/what the character is doing. You know the scene, that’s the important bit.

Once done, look back at the old piece, then what you can do now. You may not be satisfied with where you are, but, you are almost guaranteed to be better than the older piece. 

Second thing is memes. Whether it’s draw your character memes or faces or something, just. Draw them. All of them. It’s a good warm up, and it also let’s you go kind of zen and, again, not have to think creatively.

Third is get paper (physical paper) and pen, crayons, etc... any and all different mediums, and just. Scribble. Not being specific has a bit of freedom in it and lets you get out of a “What tf do I draw, it has to be perfect/anything i do is shit” mindset.

Fourth is similar to the last. If you have a medium you haven’t used in a long time (pen/paper, pencil/paper, colored pencils, marker, etc...) pick it up again. Usually making yourself work with something you aren’t used to/haven’t done in a long time lets you see the other skills you’ve progressed and feels good at the time, lets you move forward a bit easier.

Fifth, drink something hydrating. Water, tea, etc... just something that isn’t soda or energy drinks. This is more so just an “in general” statement, but I find I think more clearly when I’m drinking cold water.

WRITING

First thing I like to do is, similar to the first drawing is, read my old writing. Not re-write it, but just. Read it. Read it and pick out all my mistakes and laugh at my grammar or cringy I was. It helps me see where I flubbed out and where I can improve.

Second is pencil/paper write it out. Write out some of your story beats, how it works, etc... Hell, if you have a whiteboard thats even better! This way you can get a far away look at everything. (Also there’s just something to me about writing on paper?? Idk, it’s nice)

Third is eat/drink something. Yeah, same as the fifth one for drawing but this is!!! SUPER!!! IMPORTANT!!!!!! Sometimes you dont realize the reason your head is foggy/your “muse” or your mojo isn’t working is cuz “I haven’t eaten in like 9+ hours and holy shit is that the time?” So just. Get some water, get some fruit/peanuts/something small at your desk and snack while you write.

Fourth is turning all your text white in whatever document. This is more so if you just get stuck at a specific part for me, but it can work for this too. Turning your text white makes you have to ignore your mistakes / what you wrote prior and just keep moving forward, cuz you backspace once and who tf knows what’s going on.

CHORES

Chores are monotonous things that, when you have 0 energy and can’t see a point in doing anything, kind of get pushed to the side. Especially in comparison to the creative things (like writing/drawing) that get pushed to the side because “I can not do that” but!! Here’s a few things I do right before starting them to keep me going.

First thing is white noise.

No. Really. Just. Put something on in the background and have that playing while you drag your butt around the house. This won’t work all the time (like all of these won’t work all of the time) but I find it’s helpful.

Second, family help. So this one is, again, not for everybody and definitely not gonna work if you don’t have someone around who’s willing to take your phone/tablet/random device away from you, but. If you do. Ask your sibling/parent/friend to take your phone away from you after (x) amount of time (i usually say 20 minutes cuz that gets me through one YT episode) and then to take it and hide it (still playing, mind you) and hide it somewhere.

Not too hard, but def. somewhere I gotta go and search. Makes me get up, makes me have to go to whatever other room it is, and means I’m much more likely to keep moving.

Third is, honest to god, showering. Just. Do it?? I dunno what it is about showering, and I don’t care if it’s 9AM, Noon, or 11PM, take a shower. Showers can help you wake up or wind down and, generally, the water will ease you and make you relax more. Plus, as said with above, once you start moving, you keep going. Even if you don’t quite understand why.

Fourth is binging while you work. I usually carry my phone around with me, YT or a Podcast blasting in my pocket and just walk around and do my chores kind of numbly in these moods. It’s not the easiest and I do get 100% distracted/just don’t want to keep going. But it helps me, similarly to white noise.

Fifth, can anybody guess what this is?

That’s right. Drink/Eat stuff. AND AGAIN, make sure it isn’t just junk food or soda/carbonated drinks. Again, fruit, peanuts, just something?? Is better than nothing.

Anyway there are some of my things. Hope this helped some people?? As a final “THIS IS WHAT I LOOK AT” I’ll put down some pretty sappy/funny stuff I like to watch in this mood to give me more positive ... mess of something in my stomach while I work.

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GGS Spotlight: Kelly Bruno

Name: Kelly Bruno Age: 33 Location: San Diego, CA

What does being a Girl Gone Strong mean to you?  I am honored to be considered a Girl Gone Strong. I’ve spent most of my life proving to myself (and I guess to the world) that I’m no different than anyone else even if I’m missing one leg below the knee. I’ve always wanted to be considered an athlete first and an amputee second, third, fourth or never. I’ve wanted an even playing field and, in a way, I feel like this is it. I am an athlete. And just an athlete. Nothing more. And nothing less. And it feels good.

How long have you been strength training, and how did you get started? I started strength training when I was in college, so I’ve been lifting for about 15 years. At the time I weighed 100 pounds and ran 30 to 40 miles per week. But I was also chronically injured with shin splints and hamstring issues. I made a deal with my now-husband that I would go to the gym with him if he would go for a run with me. I’ve been lifting ever since. And he’s been running. So it was a good deal for both of us!

Favorite lift: Definitely deadlifts. Despite being on the taller side and having one leg, deadlifts have always been my strongest lift. I used to pull sumo, but when I got my new prosthetic leg, I switched to conventional and added about 50 pounds to my all-time PR. It was an awesome way to finish my last USAPL meet.

Most memorable PR: Speaking of all-time PRs, that would have to be the 320-pound deadlift I pulled in my garage during a deadlift party we had with some friends. I just went up to the bar and pulled it. Probably because I didn’t overthink it like I so often do.

Top 5 songs on your training playlist: This may sound silly, but I actually enjoy lifting in relative silence. I’m able to find my “headspace” and get into a zone. It’s a nice change from working in a busy clinic all day.

Top 3 things you must have at the gym or in your gym bag: I actually work out in my garage, but if I had a gym bag then it would HAVE to have:

Wrist straps

Chalk

Baby powder

Do you prefer to train alone or with others? Why? I enjoy lifting alone, which is why having a gym in my garage is perfect. I like being able to lift at my own pace, taking just the right amount of time between sets and not feeling rushed by other people wanting to use the equipment. I also like the zone I’m able to get into when it’s just me and the barbell (or dumbbell depending on the lift). There’s also something very rewarding when you go for a heavy lift and know that you’re on your own with no one to bail you out (maybe not the smartest, but it’s forced me to give 110 percent).

Most embarrassing gym moment: I farted once while I was squatting. Turns out no one else seemed to notice, but I felt like the whole world knew!

Most memorable compliment you’ve received lately: One of my patients told me I looked too young to be a doctor. After 8 years of rigorous medical training and residency, I definitely took this as a compliment!

Most recent compliment you gave someone else: I told a lady she had a beautiful dog. I’m not very good at giving compliments.

Favorite meal:  Pad thai. I really think it’s just about the peanut butter though. In the past, when I was literally in starvation mode, eating about 300 calories per day as a contestant on the show Survivor: Nicaragua, all I could think about was peanut butter. I guess you could call it my “comfort food”. Pad thai makes great use of the flavor.

Favorite way to treat yourself: A facial. I don’t get them often, but when I do, I find them invigorating. I carry a lot of tension in my face and jaw. The relaxation of a facial helps me reset that tension.

Favorite quote: The difference between a successful person and others is not a lack of strength, not a lack of knowledge, but rather a lack of will. — Vince Lombardi

Favorite book: Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom

What inspires and motivates you? My father was a big influence growing up. He pushed me more than my sisters because he didn’t want me to feel limited by a disability. It wasn’t until he was killed in the Haiti earthquake in 2010 — he was there on a mission trip with students from a University where he worked — that I realized what an impact he had. His selflessness continues to inspire me to this day.

What do you do? I am an Anesthesiologist with a specialty in Pain Medicine. Currently, I am doing a research fellowship in neuromodulation for phantom limb pain at UC San Diego.

What else do you do? I do behind-the-scenes work for Complete Human Performance, including designing and running the website. I actually have three websites that I’ve created and currently manage, including the CHP website, a hybrid training education website, and a blog focused on pain perspectives and management for athletes. When I’m not working I enjoy playing with my two dogs, finding new running trails in and around San Diego, lifting weights, and drinking Belgian beer with my husband.

Describe a typical day in your life: My alarm goes off at 5:15 and I hit snooze. Twice. At least. I’m out of bed at 5:30 and start the day with a short yoga session. I then scramble to get myself, the dogs, and the cats fed so I can be out the door and on my way to work by 6:45. My work day varies, but usually goes from 7:30 to 3:30. Most days I lift or run in the evening, using it as a time to unwind. I usually get in 4 lifts per week and at least 4 runs with shorter, harder runs during the week and longer, easier runs on the weekend. The evening is spent catching up on non-work work, dinner, a quick TV show, and a short meditation (usually 10 to 20 minutes) before I go to bed at 10:00.

Your next training goal: Right now I’m planning to run Rim to Rim to Rim in the Grand Canyon later this fall then prep for a powerlifting meet in early spring.

For what are you most grateful? My exceptionally supportive family and husband. I could not have accomplished half of the things I’ve done without their unyielding support.

Of what life accomplishment do you feel most proud? Finishing my first 100 miler ultramarathon. I’ve completed 100 milers faster since then, but just knowing that I could do it was such an amazing accomplishment for me.

Which three words best describe you? Competitive. Persistent. Passionate.

What’s a risk you’ve taken recently, and how did it turn out? I moved from North Carolina (where I’d lived since starting my undergraduate degree at Duke in 2002) to San Diego this past July for a position at UC San Diego. I sold or gave away most of my stuff, drove across the country in six days, and started a new job a few days later. It’s been both rewarding and liberating.

How has lifting weights changed your life? I’ve mostly noticed subtle changes. I am, no doubt, a more resilient runner with fewer chronic injuries. I have better balance. I have a better self-image and self-confidence.

What’s the coolest “side effect” you’ve experienced from strength training? The fact that I totally surprise people with my strength. I’m stronger than I look. People usually assume I’m just a runner because of my build, so I find it even more empowering to throw heavy weight around.

What do you want to say to other women who might be nervous or hesitant about strength training? Not to be intimidated by the weights. Or the weight room, for that matter. If you have questions, ask because most people are happy to offer advice (honestly, in most cases, they’ll give it whether you ask for it or not). And most importantly, the long-term benefits of strength training are worth any hesitation you might have about getting started. It’s worth it!

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[Video description/transcript below the cut because it's long]

There is a white storage bin lip laid on top of a short, overturned grey plastic bin just inside and to the right of the doorway of a large, indoor peafowl coop. There is straw on the ground, and a person (me!) wearing jeans can be seen only from the knees down from where they are sitting on an overturned, red 5-gallon bucket.

On the white lid there are 10 buttons in 4 rows, oriented to face into the pen rather than the camera or the person. On the top row center there is a black hexagon. The second row has a 1x4 board, atop which sits a small blue and white button with the word "Eris" written on it. The third row has 3 hexagon buttons. The closest button to the camera is green and labeled "Kale" the middle button is white and labeled "want" and the farthest is yellow and labeled "nugget." The bottom row has 5 buttons. The closest to the camera is a round, orange button labeled "No," the second button is a red hexagon labeled "Peanut," the middle button is a round, pink button labeled "treat," the fourth button is a blue hexagon labeled "Roach," and the last button is a round, green button labeled "Yes." The camera is stable and will not change positions through the video.

The video begins:

Me: (snapping my fingers to get the attention of Eris offscreen) Leave it alone. (I lean down and press the buttons, which speak pre-recorded words aloud. As I press the first one, a purple-morph female peafowl comes over from offscreen and watches what I am doing with her face very close to my hands)

Buttons: Eris. Want. Roach.

Eris: (taps the blue "roach" button immediately after I do. I say the button's word, since Eris cannot apply enough pressure to the buttons to set them off. This will be true the entire video, so anything Eris "says" is me speaking the word on the button she pressed) Roach. (she pauses to look at the camera, her neck feather fluffing in alarm, and then presses more buttons) Nugget. Nugget. Roach.

Me: Which one?

Eris: Roach. Roach. Yes.

Me: Okay. (off/above camera I retrieve a dubia roach treat and Eris walks over to me to get it. She sets it on the ground to eat.)

Eris: (returns to the buttons,) Roach. Roach. (she tries to scratch at the buttons with her feet, but is blocked by the frankly clever addition of the overturned grey bin). Roach. ROACH.

Me: (reaching down to model pressing the buttons) Want. Roach?

Eris: (immediately after I press the blue button) Roach.

Me: Yes or no?

Eris: (looks at the "Eris" button first, and then) Roach. Roach. (she looks up at me, and then comes over to receive a roach, which she eats)

Me: (using buttons) Eris. Want. Roach (she pressed the blue button right after me). Yes.

Eris: (looking at me for treat)

Me: Want roach?

Eris: (pauses, and then goes to the board) Nugget. Nugget. Roach. Roach. Roach. Nugget. Nugget. (she comes to me for a treat, and I give her a nugget, which she drops and we both look for in the straw)

Me: Where'd it go? (I give up and give her a second nugget instead, which she eats).

Eris: Yes. (she proceeds to press the roach button repeatedly, more times than I say the word for her). Roachroachroachroachroachroachroachroachroachroach

Me: (tapping buttons but not activating them) Want. (she taps the want button after me) Roach. (she taps the button after me, and then looks for a treat. I reach to press buttons again, actually activating them this time) Eris. Want. Roach. (she presses the blue roach button after me, and looks for a treat) Yes or no?

Eris: Yes. (she receives and eats a roach, and then returns to the board) Roach. Roach. Roach. Roach. Nugget. Want. Want. (she comes over to me and receives a nugget treat, which she eats, and then returns to the board) Yes. (she comes back over to me and backs up when I reach down)

Me: (reaches down to board to press and activate buttons) Want. Roach. (just speaking) Yes or no?

Eris: (steps closer to me)

Me: Use your buttons.

Eris: (returns to the button board)

Me: Yes or no?

Eris: (looks at the button board, then around the pen, and at the camera, and then at me)

Me: Want roach?

Eris: Yes.

Me: (Gives Eris a roach, which she eats, and then when she comes to me again) You're such a good bird. (quieter) you're such a good bird. Very good bird. (we interact only partially on camera for a few seconds and then I speak) What do you want?

Eris: (returns to the board) Yes. .... yes yesyes. Roach. Roach. (she returns to me and receives a roach, which she eats, and then returns to the board) Roach. Roach. (pause) Nugget. Nugget. Roach roach.

Me: Which one?

Eris: Treat. Want. Want.

Me: (laughing) Okay. ({I can tell she is getting frustrated by her body language and soft vocalizations, so semi-offscreen I start the process of cleaning up to end the session} I give her a roach, which she eats. While she is eating, Lazuli, a young purple blackshoulder peacock, appears from offscreen and inspects the floor and the buttons). I'm gonna give 2 to your brother. (softly) actually that's not a bad idea. (in the background, quail start making noise and Stan the peacock calls from outside while I fiddle with something offscreen) (VERY softly, when she grabs for something) It's not for you. I mean it is for you, but give me a minute. .... New button. New button? You're figuring out "want" pretty quick. (there is a long pause, during which Lazuli comes over to see what I'm doing too. There is a loud beep.) Lazuli (there are 2 loud beeps and then a recording repeats) Lazuli. Lazuli. (I lean down to place the "Lazuli" button on the wooden board, on the side closest to the camera, and then adjust the "Eris" button to be on the opposite end)

Eris: Nugget. Nugget {note: I did not vocalize these presses because I didn't see which button she pressed}

Me: (gives Eris the second-to-last roach, which she eats) oh, you're going to hate this. ( lean over and press) Lazuli. Roach. (I hand the last roach to Lazuli, who takes it and turns away so Eris can't steal it.

Eris: (Attemps to steal the roach anyway, but is unsuccessful. She turns to the buttons and begins pressing them very hard and at random and trying to dislodge them from the board) Kale. KALE. ROACH ROACH. NUGGET.

Me: (and she comes partway over to me again) You're just pressing buttons 'cause you're mad, now.

Eris: Yes.

Me: (laughing)

End video]

I used the camera tripod that Sark got me to film a full session with Eris. I cut this before she started arguing with me about roaches being all done.

For reference, the “want” button (white) and the “all done” button (black) and the “eris” button (the small one on the board) are all brand new, which is why I am modeling them for her. “Kale” is a button she HAS but not one I have actually taught her yet.

She likes nugget treats and roaches the best so far out of the treats I commonly have available, and sometimes doesn’t care which. Usually if she presses both and I ask her “which one” she will just press one, and you can see that on here- I ask which one and she presses “roach, yes.” This session was interesting because she pressed both “nugget” and “roach,” and when I asked her which one, she pressed “treat want” instead. She also threw a little hissy fit when I gave her brother a roach at the end (because he was VERY well behaved the entire session and left us alone and deserved a roach).

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Kids and Their Bones | Help Your Child Build Healthy Bones

What Builds Healthy Bones?

Many nutrients work in concert to provide the framework for healthy bones. Calcium lies at the forefront, but vitamin D, magnesium, vitamin K and regular physical activity also are important.

Calcium Aim for a good calcium source in each meal and snack. Milk, cheese, and yogurt are the richest natural sources of calcium.

For instance, one 8-ounce glass of milk provides 300 milligrams of calcium, or about one-fourth to one-third of the recommended daily intake.

Other non-dairy food sources include almonds, broccoli, kale, turnip greens, figs, and tofu prepared with calcium.

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Some foods and beverages are fortified with calcium, including certain juices, cereals, and plant-based beverages.

Vitamin D Sun exposure triggers vitamin D production, but this can vary greatly with skin pigmentation, season, and geography. If you live in the northern United States.

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there is a good chance you won’t get enough sun exposure in winter for adequate vitamin D production.

Also, sunlight exposure increases the risk of skin cancer and sunscreen blocks vitamin D production.

There are just a few natural food sources of vitamin D, including egg yolks and fatty fish such as salmon and tuna.

You can find vitamin D in fortified sources such as orange juice, milk, and some non-dairy beverages. Talk with your pediatrician about giving kids vitamin D supplements to reach the recommended 600 IU per day.

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Magnesium Look for sources of this mineral in foods such as almonds, spinach, black beans, oats, peanut butter, avocado, and potato.

Vitamin K Leafy green vegetables, such as kale, turnip greens, cabbage, spinach, and broccoli, are rich in vitamin K.

A small amount of vitamin K is made from bacteria in the colon but it’s unclear how much our bodies are able to produce and use, so it’s important to include food sources.

Physical Activity Regular weight-bearing exercise stimulates bones and makes them stronger. Try activities such as running, hiking, dancing, tennis, gymnastics, basketball, volleyball, soccer, and weight training to build bones.

While swimming and bicycling are great for cardiovascular health, they are not weight-bearing. If these are your child’s preferred sports, encourage them to do weight-bearing activities, too.

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Diet and nutrition impacts bone health Encourage fruits and vegetables, especially green leafy vegetables, beans, and soy.

Discourage soda pop; the phosphates contained in soda may decrease calcium absorption in the bone.

Make sure your child has the recommended daily allowance of essential bone health nutrients, such as calcium, vitamin D, and vitamin C.

Monitor weight gain. Obesity is a growing problem in America’s youth. Be a role model for healthy eating habits.

Serve the age-appropriate meal and snack portions.

Avoid junk food, fast food, and highly processed foods, sweetened juices, and sports drinks and candy.

Choose a fun activity to do together instead of using food treats as a reward for good behavior.

Be active to improve bone density

Encourage regular physical activity, at least 60 minutes per day. This can be casual, recreational, and informal, but should raise the heart rate and cause sweating.

Decrease TV and computer time. Set specific time limits on daily participation in sedentary activities.

Some sun exposure early or late in the day without sunscreen may be healthy.

The body absorbs vitamin D through sunlight, and this key vitamin helps with the absorption of calcium. Maintain a balance; overexposure to sunlight is a risk for skin cancer, skin damage, and wrinkling.

Participate in regular weight-bearing, a high-impact activity that loads the bones.

The “riding sports” (skateboarding, scooters, bicycles) are very popular these days but do not promote healthy bone impact.

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Impact activity includes running, jumping, hopping, skipping, cutting, and weightlifting. Movements should be forceful, fast, changing in direction, and progressively more skilled.

Set up an obstacle course The following is a fun high-impact obstacle course you can set up and do with your child to help build bone strength. As they improve, add more challenges by using a timer or increasing repetitions.

Single leg hops to the side: Hop on the right leg to the right 3 times. Hop on the left leg to the left 3 times.

Double leg hop: Jump forward with two feet together. Older children can hop over cushions or cones, while younger children can hop over coins or stickers.

Drop hop: Stand on the bottom stair of a staircase or on a step-stool or firm box. Jump down with two feet shoulder-width apart, landing with knees pointing straight ahead.

Frog leap: Kneel down into a crouched position and leap upwards. Land with both feet facing forward, knees straight ahead in the same crouched position.

To help build healthy bones Eat Lots of Vegetable Vegetables are great for your bones.

Perform Strength Training and Weight-Bearing Exercises.

Eat High- Protein and Calcium Foods Throughout the Day.

Here are some calcium-rich foods to try incorporating into your child’s diet:

Low-fat and non-fat milk, yogurt and cheese.

Canned sardines and salmon (with bones).

Collard greens, turnip greens, kale, okra, Chinese cabbage, dandelion greens, mustard greens and broccoli.

Vitamin D:

Make sure your child receives the recommended amount of vitamin D. Vitamin D helps ensure the body absorbs and retains calcium and phosphorus, both critical for building bone.

Sources of vitamin D:

Oily fish, beef liver, cheese, egg yolks, and some mushrooms, Foods fortified with vitamin D such as milk, cereal, orange juice, yogurt, and margarine, Sunlight, Your skin makes vitamin D from the ultraviolet light (UVB rays) in sunlight.

Develop healthy eating habits Healthy habits start in childhood, and getting enough calcium and vitamin D.

your kids can develop a taste for leafy green vegetables, nuts like almonds, and water or milk to drink. Replace soft drinks with calcium-rich dairy drinks.

If your child dislikes dairy products or is lactose-intolerant, consider almond milk or fortified orange juice.

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It’s also important that your child eats enough calories, especially if he or she is an athlete.

Get active Research shows that high-impact exercise, such as jumping, is the most powerful way to build bones and muscle. But it also has the highest risk of injury so be careful.

Limit screen time Phones, computers, TVs, video games.

Prevention begins in childhood

It is important to promote bone health at all ages

Childhood and young adulthood are the bone-building years

As children grow, their bone mass increases until it reaches what is called peak bone mass (“PBM”).

PBM is the greatest amount of bone an individual can attain

PBM is reached in the late teens and early ’20s

Children and adolescents who have higher PBM reduce their risk of osteoporosis later in life

What can I do to help my child and teen build and protect their bones?

Provide a well-balanced diet including calcium-rich foods such as milk, yogurt, green leafy vegetables, and calcium-fortified foods

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Be sure your child gets the right amount of vitamin D

Be sure your child is physically active – Children and teens need to be active every day and get at least 60 minutes of moderate exercise

If you observe your child or teen exercising or dieting to excess, speak to them and your healthcare provider

Stress the importance of healthy lifestyle choices including avoiding smoking and avoiding underage alcohol consumption since they are harmful to bones

Teach about the importance of wearing a seatbelt and using protective equipment for sports such as a helmet, and knee pads to protect bones

Speak to your child’s healthcare provider about their bone health

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What Is A Good Healthy Weight Loss? Read Some FAQ Here

Healthy weight loss means that you eat and drink enough. You eat enough and healthy so that you do not develop a nutrient deficiency, but you do ensure a calorie restriction. In addition, it is important that you do not lose weight too quickly. Losing weight too quickly is at the expense of your muscle mass and increases the chance of a shortage of vitamins, minerals and other nutrients that the body needs.

Furthermore, it is important not to set the bar too high. Research shows that a weight loss of 10-15 percent is realistic. Suppose you weigh 176 pounds, then a weight loss of 7 to 26 pounds is realistic to be able to maintain without falling back or becoming even heavier.

What is a healthy weight?

You can use the Body Mass Index to calculate whether you have a healthy weight. A healthy weight means that your BMI is between 18.5 and 24.9. If your BMI is higher than 30 or lower than 18.5, we recommend that you contact your doctor or a dietitian. Long-term professional guidance is probably needed to adjust your diet.

How many pounds can you lose in 1 week?

We advise you to lose no more than 1 to 2 pounds a week. Faster weight loss means a chance of a shortage of nutrients and a loss of muscle mass. In addition, you can also suffer more from binge eating if you lose weight too quickly.

How do I lose weight without dieting?

Losing weight without dieting works best by first becoming aware of your current eating habits. This can be done with the help of a food diary. Next, step by step, you will change your eating behavior into a healthier eating pattern that you can sustain.

“The best diet to lose weight is a diet that you can sustain.”

When you work on all the things that play a role in working towards a healthy lifestyle, that often gives the best results.

This means that you will learn, for example, not to eat too much, make healthier choices and continue to motivate yourself with, for example, setting realistic goals. An example feeding schedule gives you handy inspiration and shows what a healthy daily menu looks like. In addition, exercise helps you burn extra calories.

Note: many people who exercise more will also eat more. This can ensure that you remain at the same weight. So pay close attention to your energy balance!

What’s realistic?

Losing weight quickly with a diet is difficult to sustain. In addition, this can also be harmful to your health. That is why we advise not to see losing weight as a quick solution. As previously stated, 1 pound per week is realistic.

There can be several reasons why losing weight with or without a diet is not possible. It is possible that your weight no longer decreases, but your fat mass does decrease. This regularly occurs in people who do strength training: after all, you build up muscle mass. Your body changes positively through exercise, but that is not always visible on the scales. To get a good picture of your progression, it is therefore important to also measure your waist and hip circumference. When you see the ratio between the two getting smaller, you make progress.

A second important reason why losing weight is no longer possible is that you underestimate the size of your portions. In other words: you eat more than you think. If you ask two people to indicate what a portion of peanut butter is for them, there can be a big difference between them. Almost everyone makes such estimation errors. Research shows that even dietitians were unable to properly estimate how many calories a certain portion contained.

The third explanation is that you have landed on a plateau. If you have already lost a few pounds, you simply need less energy than before. You will then have to eat less than you do now to lose weight.

The fourth reason is that your diet does not match what you need. This may be because, for a long time, you have not received enough essential nutrients or too few proteins. This can lead to a breakdown of muscle mass and a slower metabolism. Fortunately, exercise can help you to keep your metabolism up to date.

In addition, you may be busy eating a lot. This takes a lot of energy. This allows you to get the feeling that you eat much less than others, while that is not the case.

How well does a low-carb diet work?

A low carbohydrate diet, in which you eat little or hardly any carbohydrates, works in the short term for weight loss. This is mainly due to the fact that carbohydrates retain more moisture than proteins or fats. So in the first period, you mainly lose water instead of fat.

In addition, it appears that the low carbohydrate diet, like all other diets, does not work well in the longer term. Most people fall back to their old weight or become even heavier. This is the reason why we advise against a low carbohydrate diet.

Do you get fatter with carbohydrates?

Research shows that carbohydrates do not make you fatter. You mainly get fatter if you eat more calories than you need. This is just a simple calculation of what you eat in a day and what your body uses in energy. The bottom line will show whether you have eaten more or less energy than is sufficient.

It is true that many people easily eat too many sugar-rich products such as chocolate and cookies. You do not necessarily get fatter from sugar, but because you eat too much of it quickly.

How can I lose my belly fat?

Unfortunately, there is no way to lose fat faster in certain body parts. If you train your triceps or abdomen a lot, it will not cause you to lose more fat at that location. You can, of course, grow more muscle mass in specific places through training.

If you lose weight in a healthy way you will also burn belly fat at a given time. Unfortunately, this takes longer for one person than for another.

Which weight loss pills do you recommend?

I am not in favor of weight loss pills, because you often get a lot of caffeine with weight loss pills. Often they also contain (possibly) unhealthy substances. Slimming pills are also simply not worth the money. As was also mentioned earlier, losing weight is mainly about learning to eat healthier and exercising more.

How important are proteins in weight loss?

Proteins are important when losing weight because proteins ensure that your muscle mass is protected when losing weight. In addition, proteins give a full feeling.

How many proteins do I need if I am going to reduce weight?

How much protein you need when you lose weight depends, among other things, on whether or not you exercise and what type of sport you practice.

We recommend that between 20% and 25% of your total energy intake consist of proteins during weight loss.

What are protein-rich recipes?

Protein-rich recipes include, for example, cottage cheese, chicken, meat, tofu, and fish.

Can I lose my weight without exercising?

You can certainly lose weight without exercising, by eating less. We do recommend sports because this is also healthy for you. You also burn extra calories with exercise.

What is the best diet?

The best diet to lose weight is a diet that you can sustain and that contributes to a healthier and fit lifestyle. Therefore: more healthy eating, never eating too much, enough physical exercise, enough rest and relaxation. It will make sure a steady reduction in weight for the long term.

What are healthy diet recipes?

Healthy recipes do not exclude food products but contain the nutrients that the body needs. Diet recipes, therefore, do not exist. It is about the total amount of calories that you eat.

How do I stay motivated?

You start with full courage in a new attempt to lose weight, but after a few weeks, the first cracks in your motivation start to come. Recognizable? You’re not the only one.

Motivation is an art, especially when it comes to yourself. You can learn to motivate yourself happily. To remain motivated, the following skills, among others, play an important role:

Plan

When planning, it is important to think out in concrete terms how you will achieve the desired result and what behavior you will perform for this. Specifically, describe the desired behavior. With planning you can structure the behavior more. This also gives you more insight into what you’re having trouble with.

Gain success experiences

Another important aspect is increasing your self-confidence. Or even more specific: the feeling that the behavior you display leads to results. With a difficult word, this is also called self-efficacy. It is important to start with small steps so that you will experience success. This then increases self-efficacy and gives you the energy to continue.

Draw up small rules of conduct or behavioral goals and keep track of how these goals are going.

Evaluate and reward

How do you know if you are heading in the right direction? You do this by regularly evaluating and analyzing how your behavioral goals are going. Have you achieved a behavioral goal? Then reward yourself with something fun. If it does not go the way you want, it is important to find out which obstacles hinder your success.

Increase self-control

When learning a new lifestyle, in the beginning, you will often have to encourage yourself to do something different than what you are used to. This costs energy and self-control. In addition, stress and fatigue also ensure that your self-control is reduced. Fortunately, there are different ways to increase and save your self-control.

What are good supplements to start with?

There are various supplements on the market to lose weight with. Many of them are not worth the money or they are bad for your health. We, therefore, advise against using supplements to lose weight.

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The Power of A Home

To start off, this might gonna be a bit long cause you know I like to mumble off and well you'll see.

So tonight, I just helped Bubu to bake a cake, ordered for a kid's birthday party, she'll turn 4 tomorrow. I helped this and that, learned this and that. We waited for the cake to be ready in the oven so we sat and then we talked about marriage, a topic which has been discussed about since 3 or 4 days ago. That was not a complaining sentence, I actually enjoyed talking about that since I am able to think a lot about myself, what should I do, or even maybe what should we- for the breathe of mine, the one who's gonna share everything with me till the next 50 years or so, hehe, -discuss or even think about or compromise about.

Duuuuude love is such a strong engine for a human. It drives them to do something with their all. It motivates them. That's what keeps us going. It applies on anything, on your God, education, your job, your significant other, your family, your friends, your pet, your clothes, anything. It becomes the basis of various things that people do. I mean, even the evilest villain did what they do cause they love something and they want to achieve it as a whole right? They just did what they do in the other way, well, you know villains as in superhero and what they do in movies wkwkwk.

Ok back to what we talked about. We actually were talking about a problem. And she said again that the first, the fourth, the sixth or seventh will be some hard year(s) to be faced in marriage. I believe that anyone's marriage has their own secrets and problems and it won't go on a smooth way everyday in a year. So I asked, why those years? And she told me stories about her first year and basically the first year is a very crucial time for it is an adaptation of both of you. No matter how long have you guys been together in a relationship, living together everyday sharing different habits will be some kind of a trouble cause even the smallest little things will get to annoy one, or both of you. If you scroll through this Tumblr you'll see a post that I reblogged about someone who had a class called "Relationship for Life" and yes I do agree of the fear of being replaced by the one who once thought all the stars were in my eyes. Not in the real definition but you know what I mean. That the love between us might be slowly giving up just because getting annoyed of little things that got big cause of both our ego(s) (idk should I use an s or no wkwk). Ego, humans' emotions got in the way of someone in learning things so easily. I admit that cause my ego also likely to come in the way of me trying to understand things. I am, too, still learning to control my ego, my feelings. Ego got a shortcut to humans' tongue and actions and that's why we don't make a decision when we're still feeding up our ego right?? My ego will past but if I did something out of it, it might hurt the other person and eventually me too, for what I did. I hope my forever partner will understand when I get mad and I do too for him and we hardly get tired of each other. Hehe

After that she told me about the third/fourth year, that is the year where she or should I say, they, got kids. Another new member, also new adaptation needed. As in Deadpool movie, "kids give us a chance to be better". That is so trrrrruuuuuuuuuue. After all I said I think it is all will teach us about willingness and sincerity cause both of surely, hopefully, fairly unfair on sacrificing something for the sake of us. Why fairly unfair? I don't know I think that maybe, just maybe, everyone has their own level of fairness and I understand that every individual demand to be understood by their significant others. There will be times when one of us feels like one did more than the other. But I hope that we hold on each other no matter what the future holds and always remember pages of our journey that we experienced together until we get to that position and us each other did great things and sacrifices things for each other to get there. I'll love you forever.

Next, we talked again about a problem. Communication is a veeeeeery important thing, transparency is a big essensial. For me, I acknowledge myself that I hardly open up to someone else. I hardly invest myself to others. Even when I got one to, it takes some process to do. For the breathe of mine, I'm sorry, I know it's gonna put some weigh on you I'm sorry but believe me I'm trusting you with all of my heart and all my life. No doubt.

To be a good-listener is also a thing. It's easy to talk but people need to understand how to listen. It's easy to cut off someone's story and change it to ours. My peanut, we're going to have each other's back for the rest of my life. I'll make sure I'll listen to all of your happy, funny, silly stories and be there on all your sorrow and not leaving you for when you're angry. Hehe. Bismillah

And then she talked about anther problem about marriage readiness. Mentally, physically, aaaaaaaallllll thingssss.