but this is super tasty

anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips to lose weight? I have been trying so hard for so long and I'm just stuck in a cycle of being motivated for like a day and the losing control and eating so much. I just really really want to be skinny and you are like my goal.

The best tip I think I can give is to find little ways to incorporate healthy into your day to day life.
For example, add in fifteen minutes of yoga in the morning. It’s not much but it’s a great way to start your day and set your intention. Or go for a ten minute walk after (or before) dinner. Great way to wind down your day and make sure you sleep well.
You can also find healthier alternatives to what you already do. You have to eat so why not make it tasty AND healthy? Try to replace an unhealthy food with a healthier option. Like fries or potatoes in general? I love broccoli cheese tater tots as an alternative. Super tasty and a lot healthier with the veggies and no potatos. You can also cut calories in small ways and still see results by going for the “light” options of what you normally get. Especially for things like Mayo or milk. I used to LOVE whole milk. Now I use unsweetened vanilla almond milk for my smoothies and stuff and I’ve saved like 130 calories per cup. Just by making that one change.

Then you can slowly focus more and more on being healthy. Do 15 minutes of yoga AND an evening walk. Develop a taste for fried tofu. (it’s delicious)

Just make sure you keep balance in your life. Still enjoy the occasional Zebra cake and make sure not to let food/weight consume your life, because it is a slippery slope to go down.

What are you giving up for lent?

Orthodox Christian: Everything, also if you could not talk about meat or anything else tasty for the next few months that’d be super great. 

Protestant who actually does lent: Uh Chocolate? Maybe soda? I dont know yet, I haven’t decided, I gave up coffee last year and almost died, and I don’t think I can do it again. 

Protestant who doesn’t do lent: Christians don’t *have* to do lent, its not in the bible, only Catholics do. 

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Here is a sweet post! (◕‿◕✿) Wagashi is a sweet and super tasty traditional Japanese treat usually made of rice flour and enjoyed with a lovely fresh steaming cup of matcha.🍵✨ Wagashi comes in all shapes, sizes and colors making them not only super sweet, but kawaii as well! ✨ During spring time the most popular is a pretty and pink sakura wagashi 🌸 Wah so kirei!😍✨ Check out some more shapes here ►https://www.pinterest.com/petitmimi_paris/wagashi/

anyway so @dadvans heard me foolishly say the words “dog groomer AU” so for my sins


  • Makka on Pearl is the most exclusive shop for grooming dogs in Portland like you walk past it and you lose $50 from your purse just by being blessed to see such beautiful dogs
  • Victor grooms for all the dogs in serious competition, like, Johnny Weir and Tara Lipinski are like You can tell when Victor Nikiforov shaped a poodle!!!!
  • Vicchan’s is in a kind of shitty place in St John’s, but word is your dog walks out ten years younger and more well behaved and also it is the only place to get Phichit Pieces, which may actually be crack cocaine for dogs 
    • someone accidentally ate a Phichit Piece for a human cookie and ever since then a small, half-ashamed crowd of people actually buy them for themselves because they’re human safe and also super tasty what the fuck
  • Yuri walks past Makka on Pearl every few weeks when he’s taking Vicchan on the bus because Vicchan is actually his anxiety dog
    • everything’s so shiny. and glossy. and professional
    • Yuri has a shitty blow dryer and a third hand stand that a German Shepherd tried to eat
    • Sometimes he see the van and is super envious. Mobile Makka on Pearl: Fetching Grooming for You 
  • he wants to get Vicchan groomed there but he’s always wearing walking clothes and Victor is always wearing a perfect apron and perfect shirts rolled up his perfect forearms, and Makkachin is always there with perfect curls and a bowtie on his collar 
    • Vicchan eats bows
      • sigh, thinks Yuri
      • who is that cute boy with that cute toy poodle with the cute teddy bear cut, thinks Victor, what a pair of adorable cuties, I want to kiss them both
        • not in the same way
  • Victor does free grooming for shelters (not just dog shelters, but grooming for like, low income people and homeless people with dogs) and stuff every month, which is how they actually eventually meet beyond Yuri’s fervid dreams
    • GROOMING BENEFIT FOR THE OREGON HUMANE SOCIETY!!!! say the flier. With Makka on Pearl and Vicchan’s!!!!!! Also Yurio!!! on Cats Grooming, and the creator of Phichit Pieces!!!!
    • Phichit what the fuck, says Yuri, staring bleakly at the posters
      • shhhhh think of the foster puppies, says Phichit, also I changed your shirt size on your registration
        • to an xl? says yuri
        • to an XXS replies Phichit, you’re welcome
        • yuri is going to die
    • Victor walks in and the cute boy with the cute toy poodle is dressed in a tight hot pink t-shirt and skinny jeans and cooing at a bichon
      • Victor has definitely suddenly found religion and it’s called The Cutest Boy in the World has the World’s Cutest Butt, I’d Like to Thank God and Also Jesus, but Especially This Boy’s Mother
      • also what the fuck his apron says Vicchan’s wait THAT’S Vicchan’s owner? holy fuck they did someone’s Westie for them and it was perfect 
      • welp. Victor will have to marry him so they don’t compete for customers
  • and they all live happily ever after
    • except Victor “accidentally” shrinks all of Yuri’s L shirts and replaces them with XS copies and shrinks all his jeans into skinnies

Building a Better Burger– Now, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with the odd burger or two, but don’t you ever wish that the toppings inside your burger were a bit fresher? Maybe a little more wholesome? Dare I say–nutritious? As we know, most condiments and toppings are processed within an inch of their life. They might have been a vegetable in a past life but they only vaguely resemble them now. It’s a labor of love, but I tell ya’ there’s nothing really like topping up your favorite toasty treats with a few homemade touches.

Both of these recipes are vegan and gluten free, so no matter what kind of buns you eat, or what you eat between your buns; everyone will be able to enjoy a homemade and fresh condiment that might even sneak a few extra micronutrients into that sandwich you’re whipping up.

Ketchup

  • 2 -28 oz cans of crushed tomatoes (low or no sodium)
  • ½ cup water
  • ¼ of a large yellow onion
  • 3 small cloves of garlic
  • 1 stalk of celery
  • 1 cup white vinegar
  • ½ cup of molasses (you can adjust the vinegar-to-sweetener ratio depending on your tastes; I like vinegar)
  • 1 ½ tsp salt (if tomatoes are salted, use less here
  • ¾ tsp black pepper
  • ½ tsp ground mustard

Directions: Prepare the vegetables with rough chops, it will all get blended out later. Place all the ingredients in a slow cooker, on high, and left uncovered. Stir every hour until it is reduced to the desired thickness. At least 6 hours, up to 10 hours. Blend the contents once they’ve cooled significantly. If you really feel like going through the Hell of smashing it through a sieve you can, but I really don’t care enough to make that sort of mess in my kitchen. I’m not afraid of a few seeds in my ketchup. Should make 48-60 (1 TBSP) servings depending on how much you let it reduce. I froze half and kept half in my fridge.

Pickles

  • 2 large cucumbers
  • 1 large red onion
  • 1 lb of any sweet pepper that isn’t too spicy (I usually use pimientos but there weren’t any, so I grabbed poblanos this time. Red bell peppers would be delicious, too.)
  • 5 cloves of garlic
  • 3 cups of white vinegar
  • 3 cups of water
  • 6 tsp salt
  • ½ tsp black peppercorns

Directions: Prepare the vegetables how you’ll like them. I made coins out of the cucumbers, straws out of the onions, and diced the peppers and garlic. Set the garlic aside for now.  In a large glass jar (such as a flour/sugar canister; it should hold 2 quarts) layer the vegetables and place a few of the black peppercorns between each layer. On the stove, bring the water to a boil. Next, lower the heat to low and place the garlic in. Simmer it for 5 minutes. Then, add the white vinegar and the salt, bring the heat back up to high, and let it boil. Let it boil until the salt completely dissolves. Finally, feed the liquid into the jar. If you have a funnel, use it! Splashing boiling vinegar is bound to suck. Now, cover the jar opening with the lid but don’t seal it just yet. Let it cool on the counter for a few hours before sealing it and placing it in your fridge. They’ll start getting super tasty in a day or two, but I tell you. Once you’re week 1 or even week 2 into your pickles. Holy crap. These should keep for up to three months, but you’ll eat them before then because they’re so frickin’ good.

Calm your nerves infusion: ✨

Super easy and tasty herbal infusion to calm yourself and make you feel at ease:

❁ 1pt Lavender
❁ 2pt Calendula
❁ 2pt Vervain

Chant as you add:

“Herbs three, ye I add,
In this pot do soak and stew,
Grant me calm and bring me ease,
Steep now ye Witches brew!”

Originally posted by itadakimasu-letmeeat

Open Wide (Doyoung x Reader)

Aloha, guys!! I’m back with some super tasty Doyoung smut, requested by an anon who understands that we. need. more. Doyoung! This scenario is where you’re just casually watching a movie when…uh oh, Doyoungie is a bit touchy! Also. I DON’T KNOW WHY IT TURNED INTO A DADDY KINK SCENARIO, BUT IT DID AND I’M EMBRACING IT. Enjoy!

P.S. This gif never fails to make my panties drop, everything about him is pure perfection jciowjevi

Originally posted by taesyong

The winter storm warning alert you had received on your phone earlier that day certainly wasn’t wrong, nor did it disappoint. The ground was already completely covered in white and the darkening sky was blocked out with puffy grey clouds that shed snowflakes the size of dinner plates. Luckily for you, you were currently snuggled underneath your favorite blanket in your cozy living room while your boyfriend prepared dinner diligently in the kitchen.

You could hear Doyoung humming softly to himself as you stood up from your blanket cacoon to see what he was close to finished. You loved watching your boyfriend in the kitchen, his broad shoulders shifting underneath his red long sleeve shirt as he carefully tasted the soup. He wasn’t surprised to find you barely hovering behind him, a smirk on his face as he held out the spoon to you, “Open wide.”

Some pink found its way to your cheeks as your took the spoon into your mouth, tasting one of Doyoung’s special recipes. You watched the way his eyes lingered on the way your lip closed around the metal spoon, perfectly pink and sinful. He slowly dragged the spoon from your lips, his own mouth quirking ever so slightly, “How does it taste?”

“Yummy,” you murmured, having sensed the sudden change in Doyoung’s demeaner the moment you walked in the kitchen. Oh, how he loved playing games with you.

“You can go sit down, sweetheart,” his voice changed again, back to his usual calm and sunny self, “I’ll bring it out to you.”

“‘Kay,” you smiled to yourself, thinking while you walked to the table that Doyoung was plotting something, what though? You didn’t know. All you knew was that it would make you feel really good in the end.

If you were aware of Doyoung formulating some sort of plan a minute ago, it was suddenly gone from your mind as Doyoung set a heaping bowl of soup and rice in front of you, “Order up.”

You and Doyoung chatted like usual, with him telling you about how freezing the van was on the way to his schedule, how he almost forgot to introduce a group on one of the music shows. You laughed as he described all the events of the day, much more exciting then your stay at home. You loved seeing him get excited about, essentially, his new job as a debuted idol. He’d flourished this past year, growing and surprising you time and time again with all his new talents. He was definitely, more often than not, tired all the time, but at least he was happy. You did all you could to help, but it always felt like it wasn’t enough.

Upon finishing your dinner, you suggested you watch a movie to wind the day down. The chilly Friday was a perfect day for just that and you couldn’t help but want to snuggle with him on the couch. Doyoung agreed, but called dibs on picking the movie out. You didn’t care very much though, knowing that he had pretty similar taste to your own. The two of you had a pretty vast collection of dvds to choose from, so Doyoung took his time perusing while you went to grab more blankets from your bedroom. When you came back into the now dimly lit living room, Doyoung was settled on the couch with the remote in hand as he waited for you to sit, arm slung across the back of the couch, just begging for you to snuggle in.


You were about to flop down beside him, when he suddenly spoke up, “Baby, I had a rough day today,” he murmured, his low voice commanding. “Why don’t you sit on oppa’s lap and comfort me?”


You gulped, the tone in his voice sending a delicious shiver down your spine as you made yourself comfortable on his thighs. You wrapped an arm around him, absentmindedly playing with the soft hairs at the back of his neck as you let your head rest on top of his. He placed his remote free hand on your thigh, stroking the soft skin as his eyes trained on the movie. Doyoung knew that your thighs were very sensitive, and he loved to exploit that weakness whenever he could, no matter how innocent the setting.

You were trying your hardest to pay attention to the movie, but the way Doyoung’s fingers gently dug into your thigh made you shift in his lap. You didn’t hear him give a sharp inhale of breath, your mind trying its hardest to be absorbed in the film; anything but realizing that Doyoung’s hand was far more distracting than you cared to admit.

The movie was about a third through when you felt Doyoung move underneath you, his long fingers tightening their grip and slipping further down your inner thigh, “Doyoung?”

“You’re really pushing your limits, aren’t you? Huh, baby girl?,” he groaned, his lips grazing your neck as you squirmed to look at him.

“What are you talking about?,” you furrowed your brow, only to have your eyes widen as Doyoung dropped the remote and gripped your waist tightly. You realized the moment you felt something very familiar and hard poke at the bottom of your pajama shorts. “Oh…”

Doyoung looked as calm and collected as can be, turning you so that you sat sideways on his lap, “So what are you going to do about it? I was trying to watch the movie and you just can’t seem to sit still, can you?”

“W-what?,” you stuttered, not being able to remember the last time you saw such a predator look in Doyoung’s brown eyes. Maybe you had pushed his buttons a little, but your thighs were so ticklish you couldn’t help wiggling. It was as much his fault as it was yours, and you knew he liked it anyway.

“Come on, baby girl,” he drawled, nosing into your neck. “You know Daddy doesn’t like to repeat himself. Especially when he’s annoyed.” He emphasized his point with a quick nip, making you gasp at the sudden pain.

You swallowed, eyes big and pleading, “I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t realize…”

“You didn’t realize you were rubbing your little ass all up against Daddy’s dick?,” he finished, quirking an eyebrow, pulling away from your neck to look at you. You were treading dangerous waters right now, and Doyoung was doing all he could to get you to drown. You can’t even remember the last time he demanded you call him daddy, probably because he had practically fucked you into a coma. All memory of that night had faded into one collective feeling of pleasure and lust, all you remembered was that you had enjoyed yourself immensely.

Doyoung lived for when you acted compliant, bite the bullet now and you’ll get what you wanted later. You tried to look as sorry as possible, coming off more as shy and embarrassed, “Yes, Daddy, I did. I really want you, so I couldn’t help myself.” You played with the loose threads of Doyoung’s shirt, biting your lip and waiting with bated breath for his response.

Doyoung seemed to be measuring your response, sizing you up like a piece of delicious prey that had stumbled into his lap. You saw him trace the corners of his mouth with his tongue, fingers flexing where they rested on the curve of your hip. Eyes half-lidded with lust, your boyfriend smirked down at you, his thumb coming up to stroke your bottom lip, “Well then, sweetheart. That means your pretty little mouth is going to be doing some work tonight.”

You nodded eagerly, stomach churning with your bundle of pleasure, “I want to make you feel good, Daddy.” You were already sliding off his lap and kneeling on the floor rug in front of him, the carpet digging into the skin of your knees.

He looked rather pleased to see you on your knees before him, one of his hands lazily going to unbuckle his belt, but he didn’t say a word. The clinking of the metal set you on edge, wanting nothing more than for him to use the leather belt on you, sick as you were.

Doyoung slid the belt from the loops of his dark wash jeans, about to toss it when he thought of something better. He placed it on the arm of the couch as if saving an idea for later, leaning back into the plush sofa as he waited for you to finish stripping him. Your fingers clumsily scrabbled to unbutton his jeans, looking far too tight as the outline of his member pressed against the denim. Once freed, your boyfriend’s dick proudly sprang against his toned stomach, the tip swollen from your accidental teasing during the movie. You licked your lips in anticipation, watching as he let out of a sigh of relief when your hand softly grasped the base. You directed the tip into your mouth, tongue lavving against the underside of his dick.

“Oh, kitten,” he groaned, hand coming up to grasp your hair, already in control of your movements as he directed you to take him deeper into your throat. “Just like that.”

You hummed, satisfied as a cat that you were eliciting such delicious moans from him with only your mouth. You fervently bobbed your head, careful to not seem too eager as you took him as far back in your mouth as you could before you choked and released him with a wet pop of your lips. You were both panting, but Doyoung still remained composed even after you did everything in your power to shake him. He calmly reached forward and gripped your jaw strongly, forcing your mouth open as he inserted his cock once again, dissatisfied with your sudden stop.

You gasped through your mouth full, choking delightfully with lusty tears in your eyes as Doyoung face fucked you. He was panting, hips rutting roughly even as he gripped your hair in one hand, forcing you to take his dick. Doyoung’s words came out choppy from his rapid movements, “You don’t stop unless I tell you too, kitten, understand?”

Your eyes were practically rolling back into your head from the sheer animalistic nature of the whole situation, your body trembling as you managed to moan around him. Without your hands busy, you had, in your pleasure, grabbed the cushions of the sofa in an iron grip. You let one of those hands sneakily wander down to your pajama shorts, where your soaked heat practically begged to be touched. You knew Doyoung’s rules well, but you couldn’t help yourself as you got lost in the desire.

Slipping your fingers past the waistband of your panties, you’d barely brushed your clit before your mouth was suddenly empty and your wrists were being grasped in Doyoung’s much larger hands. Your vision refocused, taking in Doyoung’s annoyed face, brow furrowed in a cross expression, “I know you know the rules, baby girl. Why do you like to break them so much?”

You thought quickly, writhing in Doyoung’s grip as you leaned into him, “I’m sorry, Daddy-”

“Save it, kitten,” Doyoung cut you off, dragging you to your feet with his dick still hanging tantalizingly from his open pants and bending you over the arm of the couch. “I’m starting to think you’re only apologizing to get what you want.” He tugged your shorts and panties down your legs, tossing them carelessly behind him.

You shook your head hastily, toes curling as you craned your neck to look back to him, “No, Daddy- Ah..!” You cried out suddenly, feeling the sting of where Doyoung’s hand had smacked your ass, the skin already turning pink.

“You’re talking too much,” he simpered, reaching for the belt that was beside you, a small smile reaching his lips, but not his eyes. You felt his dick rub against your soaked core as he leaned over you, teasing and prodding, not seeming to care that you were practically dripping down your thighs.

“Open wide, kitten,” Doyoung smirked, remembering those same words being spoken earlier in the kitchen. You listened obediently, mouth wide as he buckled the belt behind your head, creating a makeshift ball gag of sorts. “That’s better,” he licked his lips. “Now, where was I? Oh, that’s right.”

You were prepared for this slap, feeling your ass jiggle under his hand as he smoothed over his now very visible handprint. You let out a small moan, enjoying this far too much. Doyoung noticed and smirked, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” To your pleasant surprise he began to stroke your dripping heat, his fingers dipping briefly inside of you, eliciting a keening moan from behind the belt in your mouth.

Another smack, another, and another close enough to your core to make your fingers dig into the arm of the couch in pleasure. Doyoung fucking loved the sounds you were making for him, your moaning muffled by his belt. You were practically dribbling from your mouth, tears pricking at your eyes as you silently begged for Doyoung to finally fuck you.

He didn’t seem in any rush too, but your body couldn’t take anymore waiting, so you pulled out your trump card. You managed to push a few more tears out, attempting to look as pathetic as possible for him. Through the belt you managed to whimper, voice weak, “D-daddy, please!…I can’t take it anymore!”

That seemed to snap Doyoung from his reverie, body coming to life as he looked down at your pitiful state. He saw the way your hair stuck to your sweaty forehead, your eyes brimming with tears that leaked from your big doe eyes as you pleaded with him, “Daddy, please fuck me!”

Doyoung cock visibly twitched, his hands coming up to unbuckle the belt from your mouth, allowing your sore jaw to relax. He silently pushed you back down into the couch, his body crawling hungrily over yours as his hands found the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head carefully. His uncharacteristic silence confusing you as his warm hands rubbed your most sensitive areas with care, lips pressing to your skin as he sucked hickeys in various places. You moaned wantonly as he allowed his thumb to press on your clit, his dark eyes meeting yours as he finally groaned, “Baby girl, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be seeing stars.”

With that he thrust his entire length into your waiting core, slipping in oh so easily. You both groaned in relief, finally getting what you so desperately wanted. Doyoung didn’t wait for you to adjust, knowing how you liked him to fuck you up completely with no bars held. He sat up on his knees, never stopping his perfect rhythm as he pulled his shirt off, revealing his lean chest and broad shoulders. You wanted so desperately to rake your nails down his chest, taste his skin as you sunk your teeth into his shoulder, oh you wanted it so badly.

He stayed sitting up, rutting his hips into core as he smirked, “You want to touch me, don’t you?” Damn, at this point you were sure he could read your mind.

Your boyfriend came back down from his towering position, caging you in his arms again and obviously allowing you freedom to roam. Your hands scrabbled across his chest, groaning in appreciation as you finally felt his gorgeous body. Finger nails scraping angry red lines across his pecs and abs, lips coming up to meet the sensitive part of his neck. You sucked a dark purple bruise into his neck spitefully, secretly loving to mark his perfect porcelain skin in the most dirty ways possible. Doyoung enjoyed your touch too, rocking his hips into you faster than before, your mouth on his neck egging him on.

You gasped when one of his hands came down to rub licentiously on your clit, causing your breath to be sucked from your lungs and your back to bow. Your chest rubbed against Doyoung’s, the feeling of your peaked nipples against his warm bare skin almost too much for your body to handle. You were having sensory overload, unable to do anything except pant and hang on to Doyoung’s shoulders for dear life as he hammered into you relentlessly, close to your high.

Doyoung seemed close too by the way his breathing increased, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as his body rocked into yours faster than ever, his hand still working diligently on your clit to bring you closer. Your breathing picked up too, air leaving your lungs in gasps as Doyoung’s hips began to stutter, you could feel every vein in his member drag against your walls. You clenched around him, urging him to come as you tangled your fingers in his hair, whispering, “Come inside of me, Daddy! Please!…”

Hearing you whimper such a lewd request was all it took for Doyoung to finally come undone, his hot seed shooting deep inside of you. He didn’t stop thrusting his hips, voice strained as he groaned, “Oh, fuck, kitten.”

“Daddy!…,” you wailed, hips rutting up into Doyoung’s as his fingers brought you over the edge, the knots in your stomach snapped as you orgasmed around his member. Your clenching walls milked Doyoung of every last drop of cum he had ejaculated as you came, head thrown back in pure pleasure. He let you ride out your high, his hips rocking slightly into you and his fingers rubbing you until it felt like you would black out.

Finally settling down, you looked up at Doyoung shyly, gauging his emotions to see how he felt. You were happy to find a lazy smile on his face, his lips coming down to meet yours softly. Your boyfriend wrapped you into his arms, gentle with your soon to be sore body, mumbling into your shoulder, “Sorry about the belt. I-”

You cut him off with a quick kiss, fingers stroking the hair away from his forehead, “It’s fine, I liked it. Although, maybe something more comfortable next time? And maybe less leathery tasting?” You looked over at the television, realizing the movie was scrolling through the end credits, “There goes watching a movie…”

He laughed sheepishly, nuzzling into you again before he stood up and took your hand, “I’ll see what I can do about the belt, and sorry about the movie too, baby. For now though…shower with me?”

You rolled your eyes, but let him lead you off to the bathroom, stomach already churning anticipation for what could only be round two.




Hello! After getting caught up on my current queue, I’m opening Headshot Commissions to help pay for college luxuries such as food, extra clothes, and self-care items like fancy soaps or super tasty snacks.

Each headshot is $15.00 USD, and if you want a fancy bg for an icon, it’s $20.00 USD! Otherwise, it will have a small white border like in the bottom two examples.

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Slots:

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anonymous asked:

unpopular opinion: i hate the super tall cakes. one slice is gonna be too big to balance​ on a plate, so you'll have to lay it down like some kind of animal. and then it's gonna be too big to eat all of. maybe too big to even fit on the plate when you lay it down. and they stick so much stuff on top. whos gonna eat that? are susie and jennie ann gonna fight over who gets to eat the freaking ice sculpture on top of poor sallys birthday cake? youre all a bunch of godless heathens.

AHAHAHAH i LOVE this anon. Totally a popular opinion with me at least because I don’t get why they make them so tall either! You need like a weird long rectangle plate or something! I don’t even know who owns any plates like that in real life though. Idk about all the toppings either, you got cookies and doughnuts and chocolate pieces. It’s A LOT. I get overwhelmed when I eat too much chocolate. I need chocolate to be balanced out unless its a candy bar. It’s way too extra. Savin those doughnuts on top for breakfast the next morning smh. It’s weird. At least they look neat for the videos   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I’m so in love that you sent this in though xD thank you babe

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I hung out with @upthewitchypunx for Candle mark today to make candles and eat tasty food. Per usual, I did more chatting and hanging out than actual helping… >_>

The candles are for resistance/survival - sweet orange & black pepper in the black layer, dragon’s blood resin in the red on top. I’m excited to try one out.

Alex also made a super-tasty dinner of seitan pot roast, root veggies, garlicky Brussels sprouts, and sour dough bread. Always the best place for a home-cooked dinner.

anonymous asked:

At one point in a post a while ago you said something about treating antifreeze poisoning with alcohol? Could you expand on that please??

Sure!

[At some time of night Google just starts throwing random emergency numbers into the search results, right? This isn’t just because of my search history…?]

But anyway…

Automotive antifreeze/coolant is the (usually) florescent green liquid in a car’s radiator that prevents it from overheating in the summer or freezing in the winter. A common main ingredient in this, and what we will be talking about in this post, is a substance called Ethylene Glycol.

(Fun fact: They also make “environmentally friendly” or “pet safe” automotive antifreeze out of a substance called propylene glycol. This is also a common additive in ice creams in the US. Tasty!)

Ethylene glycol itself is not super poisonous, or at least not much more so than regular alcohol. What the human body does with it, though, can and does kill without prompt medical attention.

When ingested, ethylene glycol causes some intoxicating effects, roughly on par with drinking alcohol. This can make it difficult to identify early on in poisoning, when those around the victim (including medical professionals) may mistake life threatening ethylene glycol intoxication for less dangerous alcohol intoxication. It’s also sweet, making it potentially easier to accidentally ingest (or slip into food…).

The body recognizes ethylene glycol as an alcohol (which, technically, it is), and tries to break it down and excrete it using the same enzyme pathway it uses for, say, vodka- one that starts with the enzyme Alcohol Dehydrogenase (ADH). This pathway works well for drinking alcohol, but can end up breaking ethylene glycol down into a very toxic substance called oxalate

Oxalate is a problem for 3 reasons:

  1. The process of creating it makes the blood very acidic (several acidic compounds must be produced first, causing a potentially deadly condition called metabolic acidosis)
  2. It pulls calcium out of the blood (calcium is important for normal electrical activity in the heart)
  3. It uses that calcium to make crystals, which can accumulate in body tissues (this is especially problematic in the kidneys, which eventually clog up and stop working)

Oxalate causes death by either metabolic acidosis, a bad heart rhythm from the low calcium levels, or by causing kidney failure (which if not caught in time can lead to high potassium levels which can also send the heart into a bad rhythm).

The treatment for ethylene glycol poisoning is to prevent oxalate (and the acidic compounds that come before it) from forming. One of the easiest ways to do this is to keep ADH busy by giving it something else to break down.

First-line treatment is giving ADH a drug called fomepizole. Fomepizole has few serious side effects and ADH loves it. If fomepizole is unavailable, however (even in hospital settings, its sometimes difficult to come by and generally expensive), another molecule, ethanol (the alcohol in alcoholic beverages), works the same way.

…But it takes more than a single drink to do this. Like, a lot more. And the side effects aren’t always fun.

In order to use drinking alcohol to prevent oxalate from forming, the person needs to drink 4ml of 20% alcohol (anything “40 proof”) per kilogram of their body weight. For someone who weighs 75kg, this would be approximately 300ml, or 6-7 shots. Then, every hour after that, they would need to drink an additional 0.4-0.7 ml/kg (approximately 1 shot) for approximately 3 days.

That’s a long three days, because unless there’s an NG tube (or way to improvise one) available, the person would have to wake up every hour to drink. Not to mention, alcohol can cause a lot of problems, the most serious of which include respiratory depression (not breathing enough) and hypoglycemia (low blood sugar levels). The person would have to be very closely monitored during this time, and breathing/blood sugar supported as necessary.

The process of using ethanol to keep ADH busy also greatly depletes vitamins B-1 and B-6. Since these are vitamins necessary to the breakdown of alcohol, lowered levels can mean a higher chance of alcohol poisoning during treatment.

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