also what strikes me the most is the difference between the reaction of isak before the o helga natt scene and after, because before he was giggly and in love but after he was confident and you can literally see how much he loves even but also how secure he is in their relationship now and idk i’m emotional
Jungkook had barely gone to sleep when his cell came to life, ringing relentlessly to wake him up. He thought about ignoring it. Sleep didn’t come to him easy these days because a perpetual movie was playing in his mind since the day he found out about his sin. It started with the first time he had met you.
He remembered being star struck as he ran his eyes all over you unconsciously in the fated get together of mutuals where he had first met you, trying to register all your features because god you were beautiful. An ethereal creature amongst meager men. He remembered the way your lips curved slightly as you savored the taste of bourbon. He remembered the way you swallowed the bitter whiskey quietly, paying no heed to the sexist jokes of the host, although he could tell they were getting on your bad side by the way your hand tightened around the crystal of poison. Oh, yes he remembered. He remembered the way you lashed out on the host, not being able to take the male chauvinism and the general approach of men sitting in the room objectifying women and how you had openly criticized the host and his ideologies, not shying away from calling him names that some people would definitely be talking about later. You dragged his ass right through his own party because that’s how you kept your environment neat. You weeded out the negativity.
He remembered when he had followed you right out, not caring a dime about how that would look to people, and run after you to find you waiting for a taxi with your arms crossed across your chest in anger. He had somehow mustered up the courage to ask you to stay a little longer and you had agreed upon the condition that it would not be that party. So together you had gone to the café that was right across the street, the words BEER CAFÉ splintered across the front. It started with an acceptable beer and respectable introductions, your conversation but soon it turned into tequilas and guffaws and before he could blink, the night grew into day. At that moment, he had decided. He knew that he just had to get to know you more.
So he did.
One date turned into many, and many dates turned into a relationship. It was a quick decision, thoughtless and one he didn’t doubt, moving close to each other.
The beer café became a sacred place; one you would visit every weekend. He would come over at your place and stay the nights more often than not. On some days you would make love, on other days it would just be an old school but an extremely satisfying movie night in that ended in sweet promises and cuddles. He loved you, he cherished you and you did so much more for him.
Suddenly, the movie skips time.
It comes right to the moment when Seulgi suddenly visited his house with a picture of you sprawled across the bed, a man hovering over you and both parties quite obviously naked. The world slipped from right under his legs. This…this wasn’t true. You would never do that. Ever. But Seulgi stopped him, there were more. She emptied out her bag on his bed, with more pictures than he could count on his fingers of you in various situations, in various positions, with various men, and each time your face was twisted in pleasure. He knew those expressions. You would make them for him when he pressed sweet kisses on your neck making you moan breathlessly, when his hands explored every inch of your body, finding a new weak spot every time which he exploited shamelessly making you bite down on him. When his mouth trailed your neck down to your sweet core and he devoured you, setting your body on fire.
When he fucked you.
That’s how you looked and he knew that look. But it was not for him.
His vision went white as a tear and then two fell down his cheeks. Suddenly, everything felt pointless. Him running after you, that decision to move closer, those kisses, those dates. Everything had suddenly lost meaning because you didn’t love him like he loved you.
Time skips again.
You message him, leave voicemails, and try to contact him after he broke up with you but he won’t answer. He can’t. He sits and listens to your voicemails, and his heart feels like it’s playing tug of war and ripping itself apart when you cry and cry, asking for just one chance. One meeting to make him believe you. But how could he? Those pictures, those motherfucking pictures, were driving him insane. He felt mad all the time, he felt contempt towards you- who had failed to love him, so the next when he met Seulgi and she confessed her love, he didn’’t think twice before kissing her hard their teeth clashing together. He knew he was fucking up. He didn’t like Seulgi. He didn’t feel like his entire existence was for this kiss, like he felt with you. It was passionless, emotionless and pointless. But he would do it.
He would hurt you like you hurt him.
Two weeks of trying and your voicemails stopped coming. You stopped ringing him. You stopped texting him. You stopped trying to convince him. He fell into a new routine. A lifeless, senseless routine that he doesn’t care about. He made a girlfriend that he didn’t love. But at least he was doing the right thing. He couldn’t give in to his feelings for you.
Once again, time kicks him hard and throws him into a new cut.
The café. You sitting with Yoongi. That was all and he saw red. You had forgotten about him. You couldn’t care less that he was still breaking apart everyday, you couldn’t care that he would wipe his tears all night thinking of you. You simply didn’t care. So he walked up to you and vented out. He called you names, humiliated you and broke you apart just like you had done to him. Surely, this would help him sleep better? It would help him accept the reality of the situation, it would make him accept himself.
But your eyes. Your eyes were unflinching as you took a hit from his words. Somewhere in his ball of fury, your gaze became fiercer, breaking through his powerful image and hitting him right in the heart. You weren’t lying. He knew it. But how could he believe. So even as you fainted, he let Yoongi take you. He wouldn’t take a step, not until he had confirmed the truth.
Another leap in time.
You were true. Your words were true. Your intentions were true. Your love was true. And he took too long to realize that. He made too many mistakes before realizing that. After reading the exchange between you and Seulgi, a hazy blanket of hate had been lifted from his eyes in the harshest way possible. And dare he say he deserved it. Why should you ever come back to him? What reason did he give you? He knew he had destroyed an intimate connection between the two of you by repeatedly mistrusting you and to top it all, he even dated the person who had cooked up this recipe of destruction. He knew it all too well. However, he couldn’t stop himself from trying to reconcile with you. Like a shameless brat, he still wanted everything to be okay. He wanted the dread and guilt in his heart to be replaced by the love he felt for you. He wanted the harsh blankets covering him in the night to be replaced by your soothing touch. He wanted to call you. He wanted to take you in his arms and beg for your forgiveness on his knees again and again.
And he tried.
He tried to call you. He tried to text you. He visited your apartment. He even called Yoongi in hopes of finding any information, but he had received a cold response. He went to your workplace and waited there for hours on end to catch a glimpse of you but you never came out.
You never came out because you didn’t work there anymore.
You had all but vanished. Your number was not in service anymore. You had shifted out of your apartment. You didn’t visit the Beer café anymore. You had disappeared. He didn’t give up though. He thought of contacting your colleagues but realized he didn’t know anyone’s cell number. The revelation hit him like a bucket of ice-cold water. How could he not know anything about your colleagues? What if something happened to you at work and he couldn’t get in touch with you? Who would he call? Was he even in the position to blame Seulgi for anything when he didn’t even know something as simple as this?
Each time he came to this conclusion, it connected to the beginning and the movie began all over again. Sleep was a luxury that he could not afford. His conscience wouldn’t let him get away with what he had put you through.
That’s why when the phone rang incessantly, he was double minded about answering it. However, he turned around and brought it to his ear without paying attention to the called ID.
“Hello?” He answered, unintentionally letting his tiredness seep into his voice.
“We need to talk.”
A jolt of electricity passed down his spine and his tiredness completely abandoned him. He immediately sat up straight, his senses on edge. He clutched his phone tighter in his hands and brought it closer to his ear to the point that he was sure there were going to be imprints on his skin.
“___? ___, I’m so sorry-“ He began but your voice cut him sternly.
“Jungkook. Look, I just need to talk to you, okay? Just tell me this, can I meet you right now?”
Jungkook replied faster than a hurricane’s wind. “Yes. Yes, of course. Where do you want to meet me?”
“At your house, if you’re okay with that of course.”
He knew that he should have expected it but he couldn’t stop the dull pain growing his chest at the unfamiliarity you were expressing. You were cold and distant, like you were a stranger to his house. Like you hadn’t come there as much as he’d come to your old apartment.
“Yes…” His voice slightly cracked and he cringed at the sound. He took a deep breath and steadied his voice. “Of course, you are welcome here anytime. You know it.” He said. He knew he was pushing his luck, pretending like nothing so bad had happened that it would stop you from coming over but it was all he could do. He couldn’t fathom you feeling like a stranger in house.
There were a few seconds of silence on your part before you curtly replied. “Alright. I’ll see you in 30 minutes.” You hung up.
Jungkook removed the phone from his ears to look at it and despite your cold response, he couldn’t help the smile that was creeping up on his face. He kept the phone on his bed and hurried to clean his house before you arrived because it looked like a mess and he was sure it smelled worse. Oh god, he had to take a bath too.
As he hurriedly moved around his house, cleaning up the mess all he could of was your call. You had called him. That meant something right? This had to be a chance.
What else could it be?
Jungkook was ready. Thirty minutes had already passed since you had hung up and his house was as neat as it could be. The bed sheets were neatly plastered on the bed with minimal creases. The glass door facing the city was spotless and glistening with the orbs of lights emitting from the skyscrapers. The wine was ready in cabinet but he daren’t take it out yet. He didn’t want to seem too at ease with the situation, which he really wasn’t, but if it came to that, he was ready to please you with some of your favorite wine. Double-checking everything for the 20th time, he nervously looked at the clock. 9:30 pm. You should be here anytime.
As if it was a rehearsed play, his doorbell came to life. His heart almost leapt right out of his chest but he steadied himself speed walked to his front door, opening it with more haste than he intended, to find you standing in a black dress and a thin overcoat clearly not meant for the kind of chilly winds gracing the city from past few nights. You were paler than he remembered and slightly thinner. You were frowning, and your lips were in pursed in a tight line. You cleared your throat, clearly unnerved by his shameless ogling but he couldn’t help himself, you looked as beautiful as the first day he had seen you. Just as ethereal.
“May I come in?” You finally spoke up.
The formality in your words cut through his heart like a knife. He swallowed, forced a smile on his face and that the feeling in his heart, the feeling that everything was going to go wrong was untrue.
He took a deep breath and brightened the smile on his face.
Hughes being crushed by a 12 ft monument of Elicia
Roy and Edward head to head in one of the most epic duels of all time
Al and Martel being really close friends
Lust’s character being 176% more important and compelling.
Like… way more important. I personally like the homunculi creation system in the original a lot more than in Brotherhood. With plotlines like that being so different there is no objective ‘better’. But, the way she was created paved the way for not only one of the best character study episodes (35, ‘Reunion of the Fallen’) but one of the best character redemption arcs, as it’s fueled by revelation of character motivation, not a moral change of heart.
Speaking of: the dynamic/relationship between Scar and Lust
I was genuinely shocked when I first came on Tumblr after finishing the original (before starting Brotherhood) and found absolutely nothing shipping wise between the two. I know now it’s because the majority of the fandom is dedicated to Brotherhood, but still. Maybe it’s just me, but I found their relationship to be one of the most complex and fascinating dynamics in the entire series.
TBH, I think that with the exception of Selim and Greed (and maybe Bradley), the Homunculi in general are way more fleshed out, sympathetic, and so much more intriguing than just the evil bad guy henchmen of Father.
The Flame Alchemist, the Bachelor Lieutenant and the Mystery of Warehouse 13
The ocean is a flat plane of glass, and the boat doesn’t
cause a single ripple as it glides along the surface. Dean has no idea how they
managed to drift out so far, but somehow they’ve completely lost sight of the
shoreline. The only indication of the horizon is the thinnest, faintest line; a
stray hair caught in a watercolour canvas.
It’s light out, the air around him a diffusion of pink and
gold and reflected back in the water’s mirror surface, but he can’t find the
sun. Perhaps it’s nearing dawn.
Dean’s leaning back against the bow, hands behind his head.
The gunwales are kind of digging into his shoulders, but he’s smiling.
His companion is silent and placid where he sits near the
stern. The light is catching the tips of his hair, setting off the dark with
glints of gold. Clasped hands hang between splayed knees.
Dean inhales thick, salt air and lets his eyes drift closed.
“This was a good idea. We needed a vacation.”
“You deserve it.”
Dean hums, contented. “You too. Hell, we’ve all been through
the ringer lately.”
Cas nods. “I suppose we have.”
Their voices float easily through the air, but in the space
all around them it’s perfectly quiet, save the occasional soft, gentle slap of
water against the boat.
“Seriously, we shoulda done this years ago.”
“When?” Cas asks, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “After
the apocalypse, but before the leviathan? Maybe between the Mark of Cain and
“Anybody ever tell you you’re kind of a downer, Cas?” Dean
“Once or twice.”
Another long and companionable silence stretches out between
them. They’ve been out here a while now and the sun probably should’ve risen,
but it’s hardly a concern: the glow of light around them is warm enough. In
fact, Dean could probably afford to take off his jacket, were he not far too
comfortable to move.
“Dean. How long do you plan to stay out here?”
Dean cracks one eye. “What, you got somewhere to be?”
Cas’ answering smile is fond, and only slightly tinged with
“That’s what I thought.” Dean drops his eyelid.
“It’s just, there are things you need to do.”
Both Dean’s eyes open now, and he leans all the way up to
sit on the hard, wooden seat. The boat rocks and sways. “Yeah, Cas, there’s
always something. But you are cutting into our hard-earned relaxation time,
man. You keep this up, you can kiss that second date goodbye.”
“This is a date?”
Dean gives him a look. “You take a lot of platonic pre-dawn rowboat rides?”
“I suppose not,” Cas says, and he casts his eyes out to the
water. “I’m just a little surprised.”
“But not disappointed.”
There’s a faint blush dusting Cas’ cheeks. Maybe it’s just
the light. “No.”
“Because you love me.” Cas’ eyebrows rocket up to his
hairline, and Dean shrugs defensively. “Hey, you said it, not me.”
Dean’s gotta give him that one. “Touché.”
Cas is looking at him patiently, waiting.
Feeling rather like a third-grader forced to answer a
question he wasn’t listening to in the first place, Dean casts his eyes down,
suddenly intensely interested in the rough woodgrain below his feet. The fact
that the boat has no oars is a mild curiosity.
“I dunno,” Dean shrugs. “Probably shoulda said it then. Guess
I just figured you knew.”
“Because you’re always so open and honest with your
That’s two points to Cas.
Dean plays for time a while longer, scraping his boots
through the coarse, black sand he tracked in from the beach. “Alright, well,
there it is. Better late than never, right?”
This time Cas doesn’t bother trying to hide the heartache in
They sit in silence again, for minutes or maybe hours.
Eventually Cas looks left to the non-existent sun. “It’s probably time to go
back,” he says quietly.
Dean shakes his head. “Nah. Little longer.”
“You have responsibilities, Dean.”
Dean scoffs. “What, you mean Rosemary’s baby?”
“He didn’t ask to be what he is.”
“He’s the literal
“Whatever he is,”
Cas says firmly, “good or evil, he needs someone. He needs guidance.”
“He needs a bullet
in the neck.”
Cas shakes his head. “You don’t mean that. He’s an innocent,
Dean. And he needs you and Sam, now that I can’t be there for him anymore.”
Something flickers in Dean’s chest, like a moth beating against
his heart. He frowns, confused, and finds Cas’ eyes.
The intent expression on Cas’ face gradually shifts to one
of resignation. He sighs softly. “You forgot again, didn’t you?”
Dean jolts awake to a blaring car horn.
Sam is driving, the hideous sodium streetlights casting
harsh lines of shadow across his face when he turns to the passenger seat. “You
were talking again.”
Dean doesn’t answer as he reacquaints himself with the deep,
aching chasm in his chest.
Sam swallows visibly, shadows of raindrops on the windshield
like pockmarks on his skin. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
Dean grits his teeth. “Yeah, Sam. There were these clowns.
Like thirty of ‘em, and they all kept piling out of this Volkswagon.” The lie
slides easy off his tongue.
Sam throws up a hand in surrender. “Okay.”
Anger is easier. Anger is always easier.
Dean closes his eyes tight and tries to chase the soft,
pink-gold light of the ocean. He inhales Baby’s familiar leather scent,
desperate for a whiff of salt air.
Summary: You find out that your husband, Loki was still alive after falling from the Bifrost, and you were determined to see him. Although, when you do, it is not hugs and kisses like you expected from reuniting with the love of your life.
AN: mmkayyy, so my first shot at actually writing something, tell me if you like it. I just needed some good and frustrating ANGST. If y’all like it, maybe I’ll write more. If not, I’ll probably hide in my shell and never write again. Feedback is always welcome tho
“I command you let me through!” You were yelling at the two guards blocking the path to the dungeons, or as you thought, your path to Loki. “We have orders from the Allfather, Lady Y/N,” they replied. “I don’t understand why I am forbidden to see my own husband.”
You had been arguing for almost an hour before you heard a familiar voice boom through the hallway. “Let her pass!” Whipping your head, you saw familiar golden locks and a sympathetic look from Thor. “He has already been sentenced to life in those dungeons. No need to keep him from reuniting with his dear wife"
Thor put an arm around your shoulder and interrupted the guards before they could speak again, “Come! I will escort you to my brother”
After passing through the large doors and turning a corner, Thor stopped to look at you and sighed. “Lady Y/N, I know you must miss him but you cannot just bother these dungeons. He cannot be trusted. He is not the same Loki you grew up with centuries ago… that Loki fell from the Bifrost” He held your shoulders and you know that he means well but you couldn’t help but feel anger start to bubble up inside you.
“How is he different? He’s made mistakes but don’t we all? Thor, I lost him once but I know he is still my Loki.” You looked at Thor hoping he would understand, and sighed. “And even if he weren’t… I’d love him all the same.”
Thor let out a second deep sigh and let go of your shoulders. “I hope he knows that.” You continued walking until you and Thor reached a rather large and furnished cell and saw the raven hair you missed running your fingers through.
“I must go now. I might need to speak to father before the guards do.” Thor turned and walked away before stopping to shortly look back between you and Loki. After Thor had left, you walked closer to the cell in front of you.
“Loki,” You spoke quietly but loud enough for him to slightly turn his head to the side.
His hair was much longer from the last time you saw him. From what you could see, his eyes looked sunken and his face was a sickly pale color.
“Loki,” You repeated and he furrowed his brows before standing up and turning to you. “What are you doing here?” He spoke harshly and glared. You were confused for a moment. He seemed angry and ashamed all at once but you still missed the sound of his voice after it had stopped flowing from his lips.
“I wanted to see you.” You continued keeping your voice at a whisper. He scoffed and looked away. You didn’t understand what you were feeling. You wanted to kiss him and punch him all at once. He left you but he’s here now. You started to feel the tears prick at your eyes and you looked down at your feet, from being so overwhelmed, you assumed.
“Did you miss me?” You heard Loki’s voice mock and you looked up to see his back turned to you once again.
Your tears subsided and whatever you were feeling turned into anger. Angry at him for everything; for leaving you and letting you cry at night, for mocking you now and for not seemingly missing you at all. At the same time you were angry at yourself for still wanting feel his lips against yours.
You furrowed your brows and raised your voice a little louder, “No, Loki. I didn’t.” Loki turned back to face you and looked taken aback, all you could do was let out a laugh and wipe the tears away. “I didn’t miss you at all. I didn’t miss the one person I called my friend. I didn’t miss the person I married. Gods, I didn’t miss having someone hold me at night or comfort me when I cried!” You were screaming and tears were falling hard at this point and you were trying to look anywhere but him.
“Y/N, I-” He started but you quickly interrupted him, not caring how much your voice cracked. “Of course I missed you, Loki” Your voice was back to a whisper and you looked back at your feet. You didn’t realize you had walked as close as you could to the cell. “I died when I heard what happened.” You let out a sigh and continued, “All I wanted was to see you again…” You looked up to see he looked… Sad. He had tears in his eyes but his mouth was turned downward like he was disgusted, not with you, but himself.
“I’m sorry, Y/N” Two words from his lips and all you wanted to do was hug him. You just missed the feeling of him. You didn’t realize you were crying now just looking at his face.
“Why did you leave me? Why didn’t you tell me that you were okay? That you were alive?” You just wanted to know and every part of you was relieved that he was alive but hurt that he kept himself away from you and let you mourn.
“I couldn’t, Y/N.” he turned away again and started to walk towards his bed and you wanted to throw your slipper at him. “Why not!?” You yelled and he stopped moving completely. You saw his body stiffen and he let out a deep sigh.
“Did you not want to be with me?” You didn’t even understand what was coming out of your mouth. You wanted an answer. Something to explain why you didn’t eat for months and cried yourself to sleep, wishing you had fallen from the Bifrost. You just wanted him back with you.
“Of course I wanted to be with you, Y/N!” Loki yelled and interrupted your thoughts quickly. “Everyday, I wish to be beside you again. To hold you while you sleep. To be out of this accursed cell and be wherever you are!” He was running his fingers roughly through his hair, causing the slicked back locks to fall out of place. “But I couldn’t…”
“Why not!?” You yelled again
"I’m a monster, Y/N!” He looked at you full of rage. Not particularly at you but at everything. He wanted the world to melt away. “I couldn’t take it and especially after what I’ve done, I was too ashamed to even think of holding you again.” He sat on a small chair and put his head in his hands. You know what happened in Midgard but frankly, didn’t care when they told you he was okay.
“Did you at least try?” Your voice was cracking, you weren’t even sure if Loki could still hear you. All he did was sigh again before speaking up, not moving from his spot. “I wasn’t strong enough to try… I was too weak.”
“Were you too weak… or too selfish” You were hurting all over and your chest felt like a sack of bricks. It worsened when you saw a tear slip past Loki’s palm.
“I don’t deserve you, Y/N…” He was near sobbing and it made your heart burn and caused you to choke back a sob yourself but you were just as mad.
"Loki, please… Just look at me” Your voice was still cracked but you had managed to cease the tears that were falling from your eyes. He looked up at you and you saw the tears that covered his cheeks.
“I’m not strong enough to try anymore, Y/N” He started to whisper, afraid that he wouldn’t be coherent if all you could hear was sobbing when he raised his voice. Hearing his words, your tears pushed out once more. You could feel your heart tearing itself to pieces. It felt worse than when you heard about his “death”. You felt hopeless. He was not the monster he believed himself to be nor did you believe he ever will be, but it seemed like he was the shell of your Loki.
“I missed you, Loki” you whispered one last time and turned around to leave when he put his head back in his hands and started to choke back his sobs.
The puddle of water reflected the lights of Pop’s Chock'lit Shoppe. It was almost 11 PM but the dinner was still filled with people. A girl, around the age of seventeen, sat in a red Jeep. Loud music was playing while she scrolled through her phone. It was clear to everyone that she was waiting for someone. This, someone, was FP Jones, the fearless leader of the Southside Serpents. The Serpents lived on the south side of Riverdale and were feared by the north, west and east. They were especially known for drugs, alcohol, and stealing. The girl was born and raised as a Serpent. At some point, her parents began to care less and she began to hang out with Joaquin and he was the reason, how she met FP.
Right now, she was waiting for him. She only went with him because he promised her some food, which she probably won’t get. After all, an invisible rule said that the Serpents were actually not allowed in the other parts of Riverdale. The only thing she knew about his business was that it was with someone called Lodge. The girl moved her eyes to the nearest cars; Cheryl Blossom’s Car. She was the queen bee of Riverdale High, and the youngest and now only child of the Blossom Family.
Just because she had the money, the red-haired witch thought she could rule Riverdale, mostly the whole world. Before she could drift even more into her thoughts, the door of the driver side opened. FP had an angry look on his face while fastening his seat belts. The girl looked concerned and reached out for his hand. The older man moved his face to look at her, and his eyes soften. “Everything okay?” she asked him while he wiped the sweat away from his forehead. “Yeah, nothing your pretty head has to worry about,” he told her with a wink. The teenager girl was about to answer when she felt a pair of eyes staring at her. A waitress was staring at them, with a deathly glare. FP touched her shoulder which caused the girl to look at him again. He caressed her cheek and moved towards to kiss her.
“A night in an attic with a prince thrusts you into the unknown world of royalty. Suddenly you’re married, a princess, and you’re pregnant. The only problem is your husband hates you and you hate him too … at least you think you do.”
“You’ve spent your entire life believing that the only person you can put your trust into is yourself, and then a drunk but handsome man falls into your life and his touch changes everything. He says he’s your soulmate and the pair of you are destined to be together but can you really learn to trust someone you only just met?”
“Your daughter Zoe is your greatest achievement and everything you do in life is for her wellbeing and her happiness. So when a new job has you moving to the big city of Seoul, you take the opportunity to make a fresh start. However, when an old flame walks back into your life, you find yourself struggling to keep your two worlds a secret from each other, utterly petrified that they will collide and crumble at your feet.”
“With your brother gone, your life has lost all meaning and doesn’t seem worth living anymore. One jump off your building would end it all but someone pulls you back from the brink. A man … with wings! Your guardian angel.”
And so this is my life’s work! If you read anything on this list, thank you for taking the time. I write because it makes me happy and I find it very therapeutic so for others to also find enjoyment in my stories is just a bonus. Thank you for all your love. Know that I’m sending more love back to each and every one of you!!
- don’t EVER tell anyone that you’re hungry. even if you are hungry, don’t ever admit it. and don’t ask for food. this way you’ll only eat when you’re offered.
- set your own rules, for example don’t eat before 7am or after 7pm or tell yourself that you can’t eat between 11am-4pm or write down a list of foods that you must, at all cost, avoid and that you can only eat if you’re being forced to. don’t choose your absolute favorite foods though since your cravings for them might lead you straight into a binge.
- drink at least 3 litres of water//day.
- have a storage of thinspo. save pictures to your camera roll in one file so you can easily access them, or start a blog for thinspo on some social media.
- avoid food that’s sugary, fatty, saturated, fast food or other food that is healthy. try to eat, when you eat, food that is natural and home made.
- take vitamins and food supplements so that you’ll remain strong.
- listen to your body!! you don’t push it to things it can’t take. you don’t want to pass out in school or in front of your family so they’ll figure things out and force you to recover or end up in hospital.
• Keith was orphaned at a young age. Was adopted. Lost his brother. Found him. Lost him again.
• Lance’s big family doesn’t know where he is or if he’s ok or even alive
• Pidge knows Matt was alive but is he still? Also they have no idea where their father is
- Furthermore, Colleen cries every night for the loss of her husband and children
• Hunk is the most afraid of dying every mission and secretly wants to quit the most out of all of them
• Shiro never thought of anything but getting back to his brother when he was a prisoner and, additionally, watched helplessly as they tortured his best friend and his best friend’s father
• Coran had a family on Altea. I repeat. CORAN HAD A FAMILY ON ALTEA.
• Allura has consistent panic attacks alone in her chambers before and after and in between missions because she actually has no idea what she’s doing and dreads the idea that she could be responsible for any and all of the paladin’s lives… or deaths
One of the biggest differences I’ve noticed since losing weight and changing my diet/exercise routine is in my face! These pictures are less than two years apart! My cheekbones and jawline are so much more defined now and my skin has gotten significantly smoother. I almost look like a whole new person.