breakfast for a champ

Breakfast of champs right here 💪 2 pasture raised eggs scrambled with onion, broccoli, bell pepper, zucchini, and radish then topped with green onions, cilantro and feta. On the side is tomato, avocado, and roasted potatoes (sprayed with @chosenfoods avocado oil spray, seasoned with salt + pepper and roasted at 425 for about 20 minutes). Very full and very satisfied 👌

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Dawning in Dust: Part X

Thanks to all of you readers who have sent asks and shown this story love. Special thanks to @lenny9987 for the beta ❤️

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Breakfast was a quiet affair. Jamie and Ian were out with the tenants completing the never ending winter prep list. Young Jamie had woken Jenny up a few hours earlier, which meant that the latter was already halfway through today’s do list by the time Claire came downstairs to eat. Mrs. Crook, the housekeeper and main cook, came and cleared away the remaining breakfast dishes, firmly insisting that Claire not lift a finger to help as she was a guest. Not wanting to cause waves, Claire bundled up and prepared to go outside.

She emerged from the warmth of the Lallybroch manor house, breath stolen by the wind and freezing rain coming down outside. On mainland Europe, rain would have been met with shelter lock downs and chemical tests due to the toxin contamination in the food and water supplies. Not for the first time, she was grateful for a full belly and more than adequate shelter to return to each night.

She made her way toward the barn to meet Jamie, shrugging to keep the knit scarf Jenny had given her as high as possible. Shivering with cold and a slight case of nerves, she trudged through the mud as fast as she could without slipping. The barn’s large sliding door was half way open and she could see the horses champing on their breakfasts or pacing in their stalls. With the dark clouds and rain outside, it only took a few blinks for Claire’s eyes to adjust to the dimness inside.

There was something about the scents of the hay, manure, and animals that stopped Claire. She stood, eyes closed, breathing in slowly and listening to the shuffling of hoofed feet and the patter of rain on the roof. Maybe it reminded her of her world travels with Uncle Lamb. Maybe it was the thought of caring for other living things; each inhabitant of this estate coexisting for survival. Maybe it was feeling close to the earth; dirt and plants and life remaining despite the explosive destruction of civilization.

“Morning Sassenach,” a quiet voice said beside her.

The corners of her mouth turned up, but she didn’t open her eyes yet. She could feel him, his large presence standing so close that his natural heat radiated into her own flesh. Her heart thumped, blood surging strong and sure through her veins as the moment of peace passed over her. Jamie didn’t move or say anything; he just was along with her and time and the moment. Sighing contentedly, Claire opened her eyes and looked up at him.

“Good morning.”

“Did ye sleep well?” he asked, looking her over carefully.

“Yes, eventually. You?”

“Aye, eventually.”

They smiled at each other for a moment before Jamie coughed and turned slightly toward the exit.

“Are ye ready to see yer surprise?”

Claire eyed him dubiously and he laughed.

Dinna fash. Come, it’s this way.“

He held out his hand and she took it, feeling nervous. In truth, Claire tossed and turned after Jamie left her room last night. Deep sleep was interrupted by flashes of dreams and memories; her mother singing; Claire and Frank on their wedding day; the last letter she’d ever received from him; Claire running, unable to find whatever it was she was looking for; Jamie, down the hallway sleeping.

She twined her fingers with his as they headed back outside, walking fast to keep up with his long stride. He wore his tartan coat today, the curls of his auburn hair escaping the grey beanie on his head.

"Are you keeping your bandages dry?” she asked, eying the crimson fabric that was darkening at the shoulders from the rain. She saw his cheek curl and thought he must be smiling.

“Aye. There’s a waterproof liner inside my coat. Besides,” he looked down at her, moving her hand and tucking it into the curve of his elbow, “I dinna want to get my arse skelped for going against doctor’s orders now do I?”

Claire gave him a look and nudged him gently with her shoulder. While he was up and about every day, she noticed the stiffness in the way he still carried himself.

“I’m not a doctor, but I’m glad you know who’s in charge.”

Jamie made a Scottish noise of amusement and led her to a small outbuilding. It was no more than a large shed, but she could tell that the two windows on either side of the door had recently been washed. The door was open, the smell of lemon wafting out into the cold air.

“In there,” he said, releasing her so she could go inside first.

The room had been freshly scrubbed down. Claire briefly took in the many shelves and storage boxes along the walls before her eyes caught the object on the table. Her fingers were touching it before she even had a thought, the smooth worn wood of the old medicine chest like velvet against her fingers. She looked up at Jamie, questioning, and saw his look of nervous anticipation.

“Open it,” he encouraged.

Claire pulled the latch open and lifted the lid.

“Jamie!” she said, a delighted grin spreading over her face.

She touched the contents of the chest, sterile medicaments, herbs in old fashioned glass bottles, and simple surgical instruments, most of them hospital grade.

“Here, there’s more,” Jamie said, encouraged by her enthusiasm. He opened the front, revealing tiny drawers filled with pre packaged sutures and needles.

“The hospital in Broch Morda was in disuse,” he explained, watching her as she started making a mental inventory of the new supplies. “The local tenants divided the remaining medicinals. I’d have grabbed the more advanced instruments but I didna think we’d have anyone who would ken how to use them properly, even if we could fix their coding.”

”This was in the Medical Director’s office,” he went on, nodding at the chest. “I couldna bear to leave a piece of history behind so I took it. Now, I’m especially glad I did.”

Claire met his eyes, a happy flush to her cheeks and eyes clouding over slightly with moisture.

"Do ye like it?” he asked, searching her face.

“Yes, it’s wonderful!” she replied, with feeling.

“It suits ye, Sassenach,” he said, the corners of his mouth turning up. “I hope this space will be sufficient for your doctoring.”

She blinked, then looked around the room.

“You… you mean this is for me to use?”

“Ye’ll need privacy to do some of the things that need done, aye? I thought this would be a nice spot for it. Close to the house but out of the way. It’ll be warm. I asked Ross to make sure it was well insulated. There’s a solar panel up top to give ye light whenever ye need it.”

Claire stared at him. Jamie’s ruddy brows drew together.

“Will it not work Claire? Perhaps another space would-”

“No!” she exclaimed, placing a protective hand on the surface that would become the examination table. “No Jamie, it’s perfect. Truly.”

Jamie’s shoulders relaxed at this.

“It…” Claire paused, looking up at him. “I don’t know how to thank you. You.. everyone.. has been so kind.”

Jamie nodded, moving closer as she processed what she was going to say. She felt exposed and vulnerable… and yet, perfectly safe with him. Jamie Fraser knew her on a level no one else had ever had and she knew he would give her all the time she needed. The thought sped up her heart, her pulse racing strong and sure through her body as he leaned closer. He put a hand over hers and squeezed lightly, causing her to look up at him from under her eye lashes.

Blue, slanted eyes gazed back at her, fathomless and open as she’d ever seen them. She could feel his own pulse in her hand, racing along with hers as he chose whatever words he was about to say. He stood tall in front of her and took a shaky breath. Claire met his eyes and, for the first time in a long while, was ready and willing to be a part of whatever it was he was about to offer.

“Claire..” he started.


Claire jumped, pulling her hand out from under Jamie’s as a young boy flew into the room. He had bright blue eyes and wild, curly hair. He was also drenched from the rain and slipping on the freshly washed floor in his haste.

“Fergus, calmez-vous lad,” Jamie admonished as he grabbed the young man by the shoulders to steady him.

“Kincaid and I have just returned from Leoch,” Fergus reported in a heavy French accent.

Claire saw that he was breathing fast, muscles taut like a bow string. Jamie noticed too and started to tense himself.

“What’s amiss then?” he asked.

“It’s your uncle, Milord. He’s coming.”

anonymous asked:

The wonderful you should sleep so you can feel as wonderful as we all think you are. (While your content is amazing, I think I speak for most of us when I say you and your health are more important).

The breakfast of champ(I make vastly horrible decisions)ions.

But thank you for worrying about me and my health!! And for taking time out to send me an ask. Oh and to clarify I don’t wanna spam you guys with undertale unrelated asks so from now on I’ll answer messages like this privately!!

Breakfast of champs right here 💪 2 pasture raised eggs cooked in @fourthandheart ghee butter, 2 pieces of flax @foodforlifebaking Ezekiel toast, avocado 🥑, tomato 🍅, broccoli sprouts, and fresh blueberries on the side 😋 working on something pretty exciting today that I’ll announce next week so stay tuned!

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anonymous asked:

Your Jack/Shitty/Bitty fic is really great and there is very little content for them otherwise so: what about a domesticity prompt? What's triad date night for them like at Jack's place

Aww thank you :)

  • OK SO when bits is still at Samwell I like to imagine shitty meets up with jack first on date nights and they get ready together, side by side in the bathroom like they did for three years of winter screws and art shows and whatnot when they lived next door to each other
  • it’s mostly them reminding each other to put on deodorant and matching socks and whatever, but sometimes jack helps shitty groom the ‘stache
  • Bitty always does a little “shave and a haircut” knock on Jack’s door on date nights, despite the fact that he has a key. he says it’s called Being a Gentleman.
  • given the more unusual circumstance of being in a triad, jack doesn’t feel so anxious getting dinner in public, even fancy romantic places. Shitty calls them business meetings because he’s a shithead.
  • bitty, surprisingly, is always the one who tends to drink too much wine on date nights. it sometimes makes him sleepy and cuddly before the night is over, but it’s cute so the boys don’t really mind.
  • they always stop somewhere on the way home to pick up dessert, usually some cafe or bakery Bitty’s been reading up on. and they never eat the dessert in public, because Bitty’s reactions tend to LEAD to things
  • the best date nights end with the boys piled onto the couch or Jack’s comfy ass bed, some mindless syfy movie on in the background, jack and shitty slumped shoulder to shoulder, bitty draped across them, face pressed into Jack’s neck, knees tucked up under Shitty’s arm.
  • in the mornings, Bitty makes pancakes, jack makes bacon, and shitty mans the coffee pot like a champ.
  • breakfast always gets cold, though, because these boys prefer morning sex after date nights
  • (bitty and jack get a bit competitive in the mornings. jack cooks the bacon in his briefs and an apron. Bits wears an oversized shirt that isn’t his and nothing else.)
  • (shitty just looks on in his typical nudity and wonders how he got so lucky to have two boyfriends who’re trying to outsexy each other while making breakfast foods)
  • (this triad is ridiculous and I love them so so much)
Mornings Like These // Fives oneshot

There were so many things Fives needed to teach his son, so many. If he wasn’t grasping onto the last remnants of sleep at the moment, the next lesson would be stealth. That was something the energetic four-year-old lacked as he shook the former arc trooper.

“C’mon, Daddy! It’s time to wake up! Mommy made blue-milk pancakes! You said you’d take me fishing today!!” The child yelled excitedly, climbing on top of his father to shake his shoulder.

Fives grunted his sleep before rolling over, causing the child to fall on the bed. This didn’t deter the boy, instead he huffed before resuming his hollering.

“Daddy! Me and Mommy are awake! Mommy said the fish were too!” Finally, Fives gave up on sleep, pushing himself up onto an elbow.

“Did she now?” The ex-soldier’s voice was gruff, still tinged with sleep, as he used his free hand to wipe the exhaustion from his eyes. When he opened, he saw the beaming face of his son illuminated by the golden light coming through the window. This illuminated the brown eyes his son had received from him, making them seem gold. “Go on and eat breakfast, champ, I’ll get up and get dressed.”

The 4-year-old’s face screwed up as he peered at his father and extended his pinky, “Promise?”

“Promise.” Fives affirmed, taking the pinky with his. The child scrambled off the bed and ran out of the door as Fives laughed quietly.

“Your plate’s on the table, better hurry up before the cat gets it.” He heard his wife say from the doorway, quickly followed by the child screaming the cat’s name. When he looked to the doorway, He was greeted by the sight of you still in your pajamas only with a cardigan on top, hair still mussed from sleep, face free of makeup.

“That was adorable.” Was all you told him as you crawled back into bed with him to greet him with a kiss, “Good Morning, Darling.”

“Good Morning, sweetheart.” He uttered back against your lips. He would trade mornings like these for the entire galaxy.
Short and Sweet. Requested by anon.

Felipe’s Last Stand

*Raptor is tidying up her workspace when Felipe barges into her room , terror on his face, and dives under her bed*

Raptor: Felipe, what the?!

Felipe: Raptor, you have to hide me! Seph and Champ have gone berserk!

Raptor: What are you talking about? They wouldn’t hurt a fly!

*both of them stiffen as they hear Champ’s heavy hooffalls and Seph’s shoes clacking sharply on the floor outside*

Champ: Where’d he go, Seph?! Feli, get your malnourished little butt out here!

Seph: This is the last time you eat ice cream for breakfast, you nutritionally devoid degenerate!

Raptor: …on the other hand, I can completely see them force feeding you…


This is the true breakfast of champs!!!!

Heroin + 3 x 30mg oxy + Monster Energy drink = Superman Status/ Wonder Woman status for the ladies. 😗😘💉🥂💊🍾🍁💊🎉🎈🔥🔥🔥



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