but i have to go out for lunch

Old Junkrat request (possible tw for unhealthy relationship behavior)

How about an unnecessarily possessive junkrat? And then they confront him about it? (Perhaps a bit of angst I’m sucker for that)

Hey there! Sorry this took so long T_T I hope I did your request justice! (JUSTICE WILL BE DONE-)

****Tagging for possible trigger warning: possessive behavior, or unhealthy relationship behavior****

Junkrat’s s/o sighed sadly as they looked outside; it was pouring rain. They had made plans to go out with a few of the Overwatch members for a picnic. “Looks like it’ll have to wait…” they mumbled to themselves, “Ah well. Jamie and I can have the sandwiches for lunch so it doesn’t go to waste.” Pushing off from the windowsill, they made their way into the kitchen to get a pot of coffee started. Junkrat wouldn’t be up for a couple of hours, so they decided to enjoy a cup while reading a book.

They were only made aware of how much time had passed once they felt an arm drape itself around their waist and a face nuzzle its way into their neck. “G’mornin’,” Jamie grunted in way of greeting.

“Oh! Morning sweetheart,” they responses and turned to give him a small kiss on the cheek. “Although,” they glanced at the clock, “I guess I should be saying good afternoon.” Jamie merely sighed in response and burrowed deeper. “Would you like a sandwich? I have quite a few if you’re hungry,” they said as they ran their fingers through his hair.

“Sure. Got anymore o’ that coffee left?” Jamie asked as he leaned back to stretch and yawn. His s/o merely giggled and stood to give a stretch of their own and a small kiss on his lips as an answer. Jamie took a seat at their kitchen table as his s/o poured him a cup; black with two sugars. “Thanks luv,” he said once the cup was placed gently in front of him.

“No problem. Hm, let’s see…ah! Here we go,” they murmured before pulling out a large plate of wrapped sandwich halves. They grabbed two paper plates and filled them with food and gave one to Jamie and kept the other for themselves. “If you want anymore, they’ll be in the fridge,” they said.

“Why do ya have so much food, anyway?” Jamie asked quietly before taking a large gulp of the still hot coffee.

“Hm? Oh, you don’t remember? I was supposed to go on a picnic with some of the gang. Lúcio, Hana, Genji, and Zenyatta…but the weather isn’t exactly, ah, picnic friendly,” they said as they munched on their sandwich. They didn’t notice Jamie’s grip on his coffee mug tighten in response.

“Oh? Were ya now?” he asked through gritted teeth.

They gave a small sigh, seemingly oblivious to the change in atmosphere. “Yeah, it sucks. But we’ll just wait for another day. At least the food won’t go to waste! We can have Road over for some too, I’m sure he’d appreciate it. I’ll make sure to hide the ham,” they said.

It was quiet for a few moments before Jamie drawled, “Ya know, you’ve been spendin’ a lot o’ time with those omnics, don’t ya think?” His s/o peered at him over their mug, brows drawn in confusion.

“What exactly does that mean, Jamie?”

“You know exactly what I mean!” he suddenly yelled, slamming his mug on the table so hard a crack was nearly audible. “Am I not good enough for ya?! TOO BAD!! Yer mine! Not some stupid omnics’ or cyborgs’! Yer not hanin’ around them anymore!!”

His s/o sent him a nasty glare and snarled, “What the fuck, Jamie?! First of all, I’m allowed to be friends with whoever I want. Especially considering these are people that care about you as well, believe it or not! Second of all,” here they drew in a deep breath in an attempt to calm down,  “you’re more than enough for me. I love you, you explosive punk. Have I not been making you feel wanted or something?”

Jamie bared his teeth in anger, “What did I say? Yer mine. So, yeah, I CAN say who you can an’ can’t see!!”

His s/o drew in another deep breath before standing. “Jamison Fawkes, I am my own person. I do not belong to you, nor anyone else. I don’t owe you anything, nor anyone else. If you really believe, honestly, that a relationship is about owning the person you’re with, then I think I need to take a step back and reevaluate our relationship. I’m not a fucking object, Jamie. And I sure as hell won’t be with someone who treats me like one.”

As they turned to walk away, they only made it a few steps before a hand grasped their wrist. “Wait, please. I’m sorry, please hear me out,” they heard Jamie say in a thick voice.

They slowly turned to give him their attention and were surprised to see his eyes were glistening with unshed tears. “Jamie…” they whispered.

“In th’ outback…ya had to be possessive of everything ya had. It’s a kill or be killed world there, and people are willin’ to do fucked up things for scrap metal. If there was something ya had that was precious to ya…ya couldn’t let it out of yer sight.” Jamie gave a heavy sigh. “Yer not an object, luv. I know that, and I’m so, so sorry fer sayin’ what I did. I just don’t want ta lose ya. Yer the most important person in my life. I’m always afraid you’ll realize just how fucked up I am, and that you’ll leave. I promise ya, I will work on my issues, and I won’t be like that with ya, ever again.”

By the time he was finished, tears were trailing down his face. His s/o sighed and reached out to wipe away the tears, although they kept falling. “I’m sorry you went through that, Jamie. Thank you for the explanation and apology, which I do accept. I love you, so much. I’m trusting you to follow through with that promise, and I’ll be right by your side to help you,” they said and pulled him in for a hug. Jamie had to bend down to hide his face in their shoulder in order to muffle his sobs and his s/o rubbed his back.

“C’mon, sweetie. Why don’t we go tinker in the workshop and then take a bath?” they offered once Jamie had calmed down.

He slowly pulled away sniffling and wiped his face with his hand. “If it’s alright with ya, I’d rather just take the bath with ya,” he said. His s/o merely smiled and gave him a slow kiss before walking with him to the bathroom where they could relax in the large tub.


I just finished cleaning my apartment and it feels so great and liberating. Kylo had an hour walk so he’s pooped out and behaving. I just finished making myself lunch ( tuna wrap with kale & veggies ) and kept thinking about how I honestly need to get back on track and start working out. I am on Amazon right now researching on supplements such as pre-workouts, vitamins, etc. 

I’ve cut out steak and chicken and now stick to mainly seafood, pastas, brown rice, quinoa salads, veggies, kale salads, and some desserts here and there. I still have eggs for breakfast though. I’m going to try to cut out as much carbs as possible and see how I feel. I’m having second thoughts on going back to adding chicken in my diet but I’m just going to try to see how I feel after cutting out the pastas and carbs first.

If any of you have any sincere advice in getting back on track, I would really appreciate it. 

After being so dedicated to my workout routine couple years ago it really makes me sad how unmotivated I am and feel. :( 

I need to get my shit together!

... of things to come

The tall man walked into the living room from the kitchen, “I’ve got lunch ready if you’d like to sit down. My wife and children should be home any minute.” The old man smiled, “That would be wonderful.” But Riley shook his head, “I’m afraid I have to take my leave of you.”

The frown on the old man’s face could have been genuine, “But you’ve come out all this way.” Excuses came easier to Riley and he shook his head, “I have a lunch date if I’m able to make it. I don’t mean to cut this short, but I should go.” Riley bowed respectfully towards the old man and he nodded in understanding, “Take care. We will be in touch soon.”

There was the sound of a car pulling up and the tall man said, “See, there’s my family now, please stay.” Riley sighed, “I’m afraid I can’t.” Then he moved in the way of the window. A silhouette was visible in the front window for only a moment before the front doors broke down, almost impossibly, and men with dress shirts and blue vests charged in, holding service pistols. It was difficult for Riley to hear because he was near the door, but had moved in time away from it.

Several men were telling the old man and the tall man to stop moving, but they ignored Riley and moved throughout the house. The officers were done yelling the acronyms of their agencies as they began searching the house, and Riley walked out of the front door. The gray vans parked on the side of the street, and squad cars blocked off the entrance.

But it was difficult for Riley to pay attention to anything. It was cloudy then and instead of smelling what would soon be rain, he felt everything was black and white.

It was the last girl he had fallen for; her break was over and she left the state. He knew she had to leave and was still broken over it, over caring for people and he knew Hera by then. He read snippets of her work in the paper, recognized certain references she made that others wouldn’t, made the effort to find and contact her. She answered and he had counted on her increasingly, with each week and then each day. She was the biting words his conscience no longer gave him.

The cousin cut the hair to her shoulder, it was sharper at the edges and thinned to where the bangs could go behind her ears. Riley could see her now, the gray light flashing on her cheeks and she was smiling for the smoothest, most filling moment of his life thus far until he blinked and the image of her was gone, forever left in place. “Just in case you want it back,” she said to him once, and it could have been anything between them.

It was everything, and Hera knew it was not a thing but each moment that brought them here, the soft footfalls they tried to conceal when the other was in bed, or the growing ill and unfair feelings that grew beneath their scalps, one more than the other, or so he felt. Distance was nothing, time was made up, it was just the order of things and Riley wanted so badly to make things new and different.

He thought of everything beautiful and could not separate them from her. All the aching thoughts and strings of light, he held them close as he saw her still in the distance. Their enemy was time.

“I still want to know more about what this "business” of yours is.“
"I’m too tired to go into details tonight. Maybe we can talk about it over lunch.”

“Or maybe you can send me a nice dull prospectus.”
“You and me, Candy, we may have our ins and outs and ups and downs, but dull we never are or can be.”

"Whoa, What Are Those For?" CF Medications In Public

If you know anything about Cystic Fibrosis, you probably are aware of the insane amount of pills and other therapies that we require in our everyday life. While there are a lot of medications, patients with CF, like me, still have to go on with our lives like a normal person. This includes having to do our medications in public. When I have to take my Cystic Fibrosis medication in public, I am usually pretty discreet about it. Although, sometimes it’s hard to keep them from being seen. When I was in elementary school at lunch, I was asked many times about my enzymes. Being that young, I only understood that I needed them to digest my food. So, that’s what I told my classmates. Nowadays, people are aware I have something going on due to my constant supplemental oxygen. When I go to eat and pull out my 6 horse-sized enzyme pills, I get a “Whoa, what are those for?” or a “What are those for? They are HUGE. I can hardly take one small pill!” I use this time to create awareness for Cystic Fibrosis and explain that while CF affects my lungs, it also affects my digestive system causing a problem absorbing nutrients and breaking down food. 

Another medication that is hard to hide is my breathing nebulizer machine. Sometimes I have to do it in public. When I was younger I was embarrassed, due to all the stares I received. Now, I do it with confidence because there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Some people come up to me and ask me about it. Like the enzymes, I always tell people about Cystic Fibrosis because it’s impossible to get awareness out without talking about. Plus, if the public is not educated about it, then there likely won’t be enough funding for a cure or drug development. When I get asked about my breathing treatment, I explain that I have a genetic illness called CF that causes my lungs to fill with sticky mucus that will eventually grow bacteria and cause my lungs to scar, which is irreversible. This can lead to needing a double lung transplant when the lungs are too scarred up and the lung function drops too low. So, in order to get this junk out of my lungs and to breathe easy, I need nebulized breathing treatments. 

I am never embarrassed when people ask me questions in public about my medication. I find it as a way to open up someone’s eyes and heart to the struggles of a person with Cystic Fibrosis. I always hope that after speaking to the public, I spark an interest in them to go research it and hopefully get involved with their Cystic Fibrosis community to find a cure. Hopefully one day we will have a cure. That’s a world I dream about :) 

-Tiffany Rich 

my personal headcanon is that jonas finds out that isak had a crush on him when jonas asks him, slightly hurt, “why don’t you hang out at the skate park anymore?” while they’re having lunch in cafeteria and isak, shovelling food down, says “not my thing anymore man” and jonas pesters him a little about it, grumbling under his breath its-not-your-thing-anymore-cos-of-even, which isak hears and blurts out, over a mouthful of food “yo, i only ever went because of you, i don’t even like skateboarding” . a beat. and jonas’ eyes go wide, and isak’s eyes go wide and they stare at each other for a moment, and isak swallows the food with a gulp, and shakes his head wildly and jonas has a huge grin on his face and “I FUCKING KNEW IT!” and isak goes “nei nei nei nei nei nei”, and jonas gets up from his seat, rounds the table, takes his friend’s face in his hands roughly and plants a smacking kiss on isak’s forehead and laughs out loud, and never lets it go for the next 100 years, isak regrets everything from then on

ive been distracted by Lena’s red coat so i didn’t make this comment weeks ago but: kara, i don’t care what’s going on in life, how do you forget you have a date with lena fucking luthor? like i could get murdered, and i’d leave my own funeral to keep that lunch date, im not kidding. my ghost ass is going out for kombucha with lena. period.

random aus i havent seen
  • ‘you are sitting next to me at the doctors watching me freak out. oh, i just am deathly afraid of needles and need to get a shot’ AU

  • ‘i’m a librarian and i see you have a bunch of books about depression and suicide in your hand, hey buddy, want to talk to someone? i’m here if you need me’ AU

  • ‘you are talking to yourself in a silent library about how much you hate studying and how you are going to fail. need help there? i just so happen to major in that subject. oh shit, you’re really cute’ AU

  • ‘you play guitar every day during our lunch hour and no one knows what song it is but I do and i love that band, lets talk about how amazing they are.’ AU

  • ‘i have a garage sale every year at the same time and you always show up but never buy anything and just flirt with me but i have never seen you any other place’ AU

  • ‘i’m in a band and i jumped into the crowd but no one caught me and i accidentally crushed you oh my god im so sorry here come backstage to rest. wow, you’re actually really cute’ AU

  • ‘you’ve been in Bed, Bath and Body Works for hours everyday and all you do is smell everything’ AU

  • ‘i met you on social media but we both don’t speak well in each others languages, wow i really like you and need to figure this out’ AU

  • ‘i’m a guest on your talk show and you’re flirting with me, do you do this with everyone? oh your audience is swooning over us, sure, i’ll come back on your show soon’ AU

  • ‘i collect snowglobes and i just need one more from your country, you own an antique store, wanna help me find it? oh shit i forgot you don’t really speak my language’ AU

  • ‘i’m the principal of this school and you’re an administrator and you catch all the kids trying to sneak off and send them to me. i’m impressed and you’re also really hot in that vest.’ AU

  • ‘you write amazing fanfiction on tumblr and i send you anon messages everyday. oh shit, that wasn’t on anon, my cover’s blown. well, may as well message you and talk about how much i love [insert ship here]’ AU

Human Sardonyx(es?)
as lawyers ready to go on their lunch date

I really don’t feel like coloring this, but at the same time, I don’t believe it needs colors? It has been a long time since I did a black and white pic. Also, Leticia Curi is my real name! I’m figuring out how to sign it in a cool way. 

Also thanks everyone who send me helpful messages, I’m ok, I’m just on a “meh” state! Sorry to worry you guys!

  • Jess: *is sitting behind Lena's desk* And what did we learn today Ms. Luthor?
  • Lena: *recites* Never get a temp Secretary while you're gone because they might turn out to be evil and in cahoots with my mother.
  • Jess: And?
  • Lena: *pouts* And I promise to never do it again. Can I get my desk back now?
  • Jess: No. You get my desk for the rest of the day.
  • Lena: But Kara and I were supposed to have lunch here.
  • Jess: Well then, I guess you should of thought about that before you tried replacing me with some two bit wannabe never gonna be me assistant, right Ms. Luthor?
  • Lena: *gulps* I know Jess. Sorry Jess.
  • Jess: You may go Ms.Luthor.
  • Lena: *heads out* Yes Jess.
  • Kara: Uh Lena, what are you doing at Jess's desk?
  • Lena: *pouts* I rather not talk about it.

you know, i like to think of those times when isak and even eat lunch together in the cafeteria and then they have afternoon classes, and isak has biology and he always arrives earlier so he can go over his readings, the room is empty and it’s easier to concentrate. and isak sits right there at the back of the class, next to the window. and even sits by the window as isak takes out a textbook from his backpack. and it’s spring and it’s a sunny day and even looks outside and thinks of what they could do after class. go for a walk, go to the park maybe. because yes, even loves swings and once he grabbed isak’s hand and told him, “we’re going swinging” and isak whined but still followed him, smiled when even sat on the swing and said “let’s go!” as he slowly started to rock back and forth. and maybe they’ll grab burgers and eat them on a bench outside, and even will take off the ketchup on the corner of isak’s lips with one of his fries, grin at him before shoving it in his mouth. today is bright and beautiful, and even thinks it has that in common with isak 

and even turns around and looks at isak, his feet barely dangling above the floor, and he tells him “come here” and isak is still looking down at his textbook, and he’s got a small smile on his face as he says “hold on, i’m done with this section in a minute”. and when he is, he stands up and rests his hands on even’s thighs, settles between them. and even strokes isak’s nose with his, his mouth ghosting over isak’s and isak’s hands go up and up until they’re gently grabbing even’s face. and their lips touch as students come in, and then sana arrives and sits at her seat, the one next to isak’s and she’s clearing her throat, twice, and that’s when isak finally turns around, a slightly annoyed look on his face until he notices that it’s sana

and isak and even both say hey, smile on their face and in their voice and sana asks even how he’s doing today, and he tells her he’s doing well. and isak asks “don’t you wanna know how i, the best biology partner you’ll ever have, am doing?” and sana shakes her head and says “we have the whole class ahead of us isak, but even has to go because class starts in…” she looks at her watch and adds “four minutes” and even’s eyes widen a little and he grabs his backpack and he kisses isak’s cheek quickly and tells sana “it was nice seeing you sana, have a nice day. let’s all grab lunch together soon, okay?” and sana smiles and nods. and even is out of the classroom. and looking at sana as she opens her notebook, isak feels thankful to have her as a friend. and when he quickly glances outside the window right before class starts, he also thinks that it’s a bright and beautiful day today, and that he can’t wait to spend the rest of it with even

Ellie my child… oh God, you know there is a fuckening shitstorm brewing for this woman

“I dreamt I was at Axehampton, lying by the waterfall”

And every single episode brings us closer and closer to Joe

Then there’s her dad and kiddos and the problems with Tom

And her personal grief, the way she can relate to Trish’s needs, and what happened to her, and how she’s so traumatised by what men have done and hiding it behind this wall of anger


something bad is going to happen to ellie and when it does I’m going to defenestrate myself

When you’re sick Draco will...

(A.N. Here’s my first headcannon! Sorry I haven’t been posting much but I got a laptop for Christmas so I’m going to be posting more often! Anyways, Enjoy!)

  • At first Draco will simply ask you if you’re feeling alright
  • Hint word: at first
  • No Draco me and my pale ass coughing face are fine
  • You don’t want him to be worried so you tell him you just have a little headache
  • Draco doesn’t look convinced but keeps a close eye on you
  • You continue your day going class to class
  • You only do that because O.W.L.S are around the corner and you don’t want to miss out on any important last minute information
  • When you’re walking hand in hand with Draco to lunch you black out
  • Draco Protective Mode: Activated
  • He catches you right before you hit the ground
  • He panics a little
  • But pulls himself together for his princess
  • Carries you to the hospital wing
  • Beats himself up a bit because he should have brought you here when he noticed something was wrong
  • He keeps asking Madam Pomfery if you’re going to be okay
  • “Yes Mr.Malfoy she will  be okay. She was just dehydrated she will be released tomorrow.”
  • Dehydrated?
  • He knows you’re dehydrated because of the amount of studying you do
  • When you wake up Draco is at your side
  • “Y/N are you okay? Do you know how much you worried me. I thought you DIED for a second. Why haven’t you been drinking water? Do you realize that your health is MORE important than what you get on your O.W.L.S?”
  • You tear up slightly because I mean look at this beautiful Slytherin of a man caring about you.
  • Draco panics again  
  • “Y/N I didn’t mean to yell at you I was just worried! Please don’t cry love.”
  • He kisses you hard
  • Lets just say after you got released you had a clingy study partner

Preparation is key 🔑 it literally takes 20 minutes (give or take a few depending on what you’re making) to prepare meals for tomorrow if you plan to be on the go. ‘I don’t have enough time ’ is NO excuse for spending $50+ dollars on take out a week because you were too lazy to buy and make your own food. Food that you know exactly how it’s cooked and what it’s cooked with. Who knows what exactly you’re getting when you buy food out? Even if you believe it’s healthy-may not be as good as you think. So instead of scrolling through Instagram for half an hour, or watching two extra YouTube videos, or watching TV, use that time to make your breakfast/lunch/dinner/snacks for the next day if you’re going to be on-the-go all day. (School, work, etc etc). You’ll save a heap of money and notice better results for it. HEY, you could even prep your meals whilst you watch TV/YouTube and so on…win win situation right? Some Inspo in this photo is some of my favourites! Yoghurt, muesli and fruit for brekky and some brown rice, chicken and Veges for lunch! If that’s not what floats your boat, come up with another idea for your meals and snacks! Omelettes, smoothies, Sandwiches, leftover dinners, stir fries, salads, fruit, Veges and hommus, homemade protein brownies/muffins/bliss balls, ETC! So many ideas. Just spend the time to prep your meals and you’ll feel much better for it-and your purse will too 😜😜


Cracked this Tinder thing

Okay so I think I have actually cracked Tinder for sugar babies. My profile reads “I enjoy the company of classy older men who love to spoil me. I’m intelligent, curvy, vibrant and would love to get to know you over cocktails next to the waterfront.”

Then I match with guys with signs they’re wealthy in their profiles, then they message and always mention something about spoiling me. So I say okay let’s go out for lunch, take a walk then do a bit of shopping. And they’re so down. Then on the shopping trip you can test their generosity and get a sense for whether they’re worth seeing again.

Salts will just unmatch and disappear because they know they will have to buy you things from the start. It also sets it up so that it is clear to them I do not come for free and my tastes are expensive.

A Letter to Sherlock

Dearest Sherlock,

You Always Asked Me ‘For’ Something:

Please note bruises formed in the next 20 minutes.

Black, two sugars, please. I’ll be upstairs.

Could you wheel them out again for me?

You’re having lunch with me. I need your help.

I need that analysis.

Would you still want to help me?

Molly. Would you like to solve crimes?

But you can’t do this again, can you?

What do I do?

Ready to go Molly? Just tell me when to cough. Hope you remembered my coat.

Molly, please, without asking why just say these words…

Molly, no! Please, no, don’t hang up! Do not hang up!

But please… just say those words for me.

Please, just say it. Why?

Well, if it’s true, just say it anyway.


Molly, please!

I Always Asked You 'About’ You:

Bad day was it?

I was wondering if you’d like to have coffee.

Are you okay?

What do you need?

You wanted to see me?

Sherlock. What was today about?

How dare you throw away the beautiful gifts you were born with, and how dare you betray the love of your friends? Say you’re sorry.

Stop it. Just, stop it.

You’re almost certainly going to die, so we need to focus.

I said. Focus!

So come on, what’s going to kill you?

Sherlock, you need to fall on your back. Fall. Now.

You have to control the pain.

Hello, Sherlock. Is this urgent because I’m not having a good day?

Leave me alone.

Why are you doing this to me? Why are you making fun of me?

You say it. Go on. You say it first.

Say it. Say it like you mean it.

So now, most of your fans (who used to love me in the past) hate me. Why?

They say that I have just a silly crush on you.

They say that I can be easily manipulated by you.

They say that I am too old, ugly and weak for you.

They say that I follow you around like a loser.

They say that I am not allowed to love you.

They say that I am miserable and pathetic in your eyes.

They say that you do not care for me.

They say that you do not worry about me.

They say that you do not love me.

Sherlock. It’s not a crime to fall-in-love.

You are not a machine. You never were.

Truth of the matter is:

You Always Asked Me 'For’ Something.

I Never Asked You 'For’ Anything.

So, I loved you. I love you. And…

I’ll keep loving you. Because it’s not a sin to love you.

Please stay safe.

With Love,

Your Molly. xxx

everyone is gay: the musical // magnus & even, t+

aka: magnus has an awakening and even is unfortunate enough to be near it.
(for ceecee aka @westiris, thank u for supporting my impulsiveness love u)

“I gotta ask you something.”

Magnus blurts it out over lunch one day when it’s just him and Even sitting at the table. Even doesn’t even have to look up from his phone to know that Magnus is staring intently at him, hands in his lap as he waits for Even to tell him, “go ahead, lay it on me, I’m a human search engine.”

“What’s up, Magnus,” he all but sighs instead, tossing his phone onto the table.

Magnus doesn’t even hesitate before beginning with “So you’re bisexual,” and Even’s patience is already compromised.

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hamilton characters as texts from our group chats
  • Aaron Burr: "yup, im full of bad decisions and shitty judgment"
  • John Laurens: "i guess nothing about me is straight *does finger guns, trips, falls down stairs*"
  • Lafayette: "thanks also kindly fuck off"
  • Alexander Hamilton: "i cannot be quiet for the life of me"
  • Eliza Schuyler: "but wait till its like mad late and cuddle your way out of it"
  • Angelica Schuyler: "imma fucking grab you and throw you in the trash where you belong"
  • Peggy Schuyler: "my parents are sleeping im not going to fucking lunch they can't see if i did or not ahahahahah HAHAHAHAHAH"
  • George Washington: "stillllll i worry i'm the mum friend i can't help it"
  • Samuel Seabury: "*does jazz hands, dances away*"
  • Charles Lee: "ALL I DO IS COMPLAIN"
  • King George III: "i actually have an evil smile on my face right now sbahfjskf its so fun being in command"
  • Thomas Jefferson: "im not going to consider your opinion cause it makes mine wrong"
  • Philip Hamilton: "at least im going to die with style"
  • Maria Reynolds: "i just stood in front of the mirror in my underwear for a good three minutes looking at myself like,,,, bitch"
  • John Adams: "i can't understand whats happening"

“Eating healthy is boring.”
I ate pumpkin pancakes with agave syrup for breakfast, had a chocolate blueberry protein shake with lunch & dinner was turkey chili with all the fixings. Even snuck in a Digestive biscuit or two with tea time.
“I hate working out.”
Last weekend I hiked 3 miles to a fresh water pond, swam for a half hour, hiked back and had brunch.
“Healthy food is expensive.”
You ever bought produce? They’re practically giving bananas away.

Moral of the story: fuck your excuses. I am 10x happier with my lifestyle now than I have been in over 2 decades and I have the results to prove it.

P.s. this is taken after going to London, eating everything in the entire city for a week, coming back and getting back into shape a few weeks later. YES, you are allowed to vacation.