deficiency

When people think vegans are nutrient deficient🙄 meals based on whole plant foods are BURSTING with vitamins, minerals, fibre and yes even all the protein we need🌟🌿 and they taste pretty amazing too - just like last night’s chilli + ginger veggie stir fry with marinated tempeh and black rice👅👌🏼
Also, there’s a NEW POST up on naturally-nina.com on how to get enough Calcium on a vegan diet! Link is in my bio💛

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justanotherbooklover20  asked:

Hi. What can you tell me about becoming a vegan and its deficiencies? And how to manage them? Thanks!

If you eat a diet based on whole plant foods such as fruit, veggies, grains, legumes and beans, nuts and seeds etc and you eat ENOUGH, then you will get all the nutrients you need on a vegan diet and there is nothing you have to worry about!
The only exception is vitamin B12 (a bacteria found in the soil which we don’t get from plant foods anymore because our society is too clean!). So this you need to supplement!

If you have any concerns, check out nutritionfacts.org for some great videos and articles on nutrition🌿

I’m also currently writing some posts for naturally-nina.com on how to get all your nutrients on a vegan diet, so stay tuned!🤗

Hope that helps! xx

The Joke’s On You [Joker x Harley]

What if Joker showed up to break Harley out of Belle Reve at a different time, before Suicide Squad, and saw what happened there? Based on this post.

Inspired by day 6 of @jokerxharleyweek​: Wrath

This ended up like a mixture of my previous fics Go Home and Death Throes, so you will surely recognize the themes if you’ve read those.
Warning: depictions of graphic violence, suggested/referenced non-con.


 The floor was underneath her again, cold and hard. She could feel the hard surface against her back, her empty stomach cramped as her eyelids fluttered shut.

“She’s just a little girl, come on! How could she overpower you?”

Her dry lips twisted into a smile and she felt the skin break, the warm metallic liquid spilling down her chin. The guards moved like dark shadows around her, distorted in her vision, enormous sharks surrounding her from all angles.

Someone was yelling; she must have broken someone’s back again. Harley traced the bars of her cage with her outstretched hand, feeling the electricity travel through her skin in sensations she couldn’t decide were uncomfortable or pleasurable. The sunlight that she had not felt on her skin for months filtered through the acrylic glass at the very top of the room, held back by endless metallic bars.

The sun had fought to climb all the way up on the sky and the work day had started. This place was a treadmill in constant motion, but the inmates remained unmoving. Day or night inside of this place had no meaning.

She had no clear memory of how she ended up there on the floor, only this time with a split lip and the taste of someone’s skin in her mouth. She was convinced she was so deep underground that no one could ever find her, as if this place was a rabbit hole, filled with endless tunnels and passages. Someone had stolen her away; an evil rabbit with big teeth and hilarious round glasses had grabbed her and taken her with him.

Sometimes, this room was the only thing she could remember. She was rootless, drifting alone at an enormous vast sea, no trace of land in any direction. Floating further away on a wave into the universe.

For a long time, her hope had kept her going. She survived for many cold, empty months on hope alone.

Don’t scream. You’ll only give the security guards a show. Now hold still.”

She knew that he would come for her. Puddin would not leave her there; he would find out where they kept her. He must be miserable without her.

Do you like that, hotness?” Heavy panting in her ear. Her limp body pushed against the dirty floor. She giggled when she pried his fingers off.

Anytime now. She kept repeating it to herself.

Grabby, sweaty hands on her skin, grasping. “We can do whatever we want, you’ll be in here forever.”

She sang a tune to herself and the laughter bubbled up from her chest.

Eenie meenie miney moe, catch a guard by his throat. If he screams, squeeze harder. Then bash his head out.

By gazing at the barred window far above she could determine what time of day it was. The light came and it went away again, and Mr. J had still not shown up.

He will come, something told her, fiercely, he will.

But he was somewhere else, on the other side of the universe, and she had lost sight of him as time passed by.

She had refused to eat – she didn’t touch the dog food they gave her. She wanted bubble gum and something sugary sweet, but the main guard had laughed at her until she broke his wrist through the bars. Hunger was a sign of life force, of energy, and she lost it as time progressed. A dying body does not want nutrition of any kind. So she slept instead, and her sleep got heavier and sometimes feverish, sometimes cold. The shadows danced at the edge of her vision, whispering to her when she hang upside down from the ceiling.

Letting her hair fall to the floor, rocking in the pieces of fabric she had strung together to create a makeshift trapeze, she let the slow movements soothe her for days on end. Like a spider in her nest, she waited for the next opportunity to strike.

As time passed by she had withered away until she was only skin and bones, and when she finally curled up on the floor and decided to shut the world out, she was happy. She was in her happy place with Mr. J and nothing could ever reach her.

Until one day when the guards suddenly showed interest in her again, and she was forcibly removed from the floor by the alpha guard and his men.

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I hate that feeling

when I can feel myself falling

into a deep, deep depressive hole

and,

like quicksand

or a soccer field after a rainy day,

everything is slippery,

there’s nothing I can hold onto.

Nothing to stop me from falling.

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anonymous asked:

I have a headcanon that the barrier around the mountain slows the aging process of everyone and everything within, so that while Chara may very well be mid-30s, this would explain why they look 20-something at most. Thoughts?

Very interesting headcanon! If that was the case, that barrier comes with some awesome perks!

However, our Chara isn’t benefiting from any barrier anti-aging perks in this story. Rather, I’ve found 30-somethings can actually look quite young (or old!) depending on their genetics and lifestyle. In fact, I mix up mid-20s and mid-30 year olds all the time in real life! This Chara is just supposed to look like a regular 36 year old. Old enough to have a bit of wisdom, but young enough to hit the local arcade without looking out of place.

Today sweet space dog was diagnosed officially with a zinc malabsorption problem. His biopsy results came back positive. It’s been over a year that we have been fighting illness, disease, and injury. Many of which I have not talked about because as the problems got worse and my sweet humble bumble got sicker, the prognosis seemed more and more to be possible cancer. A zinc deficiency means Hubble has a long, healthy, happy life though. It means we will see dramatic improvement in health and even his chronic hind end injury…

Guys be advocates for you pets. It has saved my dogs lives more than once. If you don’t have a vet that takes you and your concerns and research seriously, get a new one. Because of my vet’s compassion and open mindedness, as well as her drive to stay educated, hubs was diagnosed and now will receive appropriate treatment.

Haha I am still crying over it.

Daycare! ;w;

So, after immersing myself in the wonderful AU that is PJ’s Daycare, I wanted to see how my little Taffy would look like if he was in said AU. :D


Soda Gaster would be the one dropping off little Taffy to the daycare because he needs to go to work at the Bakery and Peppy is already in grade school. But Taffy has a terrible case of separation anxiety and does not trust any adult - or rather, anyone who is significantly taller. So…that first day wasn’t so good. Taffy cried and cried, and would not let any adult come near him as he hid away in a corner. The adults knew that he was sugar deficient and needed to eat regularly, but they couldn’t come near him.
Some days later, Sugar and Melon came to the daycare as normal. But they soon found out that there was a new child to play with! But…this child seemed terribly timid as he hid in the far corner, away from the adults and children. 
Sugar and Melon remembered that being in new places could be scary sometimes. So they went to see if they could cheer up this new tiny child and possibly befriend him.
At first, Taffy wouldn’t even speak to them, let alone play with them. He only ran away and hid. But the duo were persistent and kept trying to talk to him. Eventually, Taffy soon thought that perhaps these two kids weren’t harmful. Perhaps…he could trust them. He still didn’t want to talk, but sooner or later he let them lead him around the daycare, introducing him to the rest of the kids. But he still ran away from any tall people.
The rest of the kids, though, thought that he was mute; he spoke so rarely. Taffy, of course, isn’t mute, but he didn’t know how to talk very well. He only knew a few words and phrases (he had learned to speak at the age of three; he is currently four in this AU).
It took quite a while for Taffy to become used to this place. He was stubborn when it came to being near adults, but he could breathe a little easier with the kids. Except…it seemed that one particular kid didn’t seem to like him very much. He had a mean, tough attitude and wore scruffy clothes. But…at the same time, Taffy was curious. Sometimes, he ended up finding little presents, such as flowers, candies and toys. He didn’t know who was sending them, but he thought that whoever was sending them wanted to be friends?

Who knew.


Sugar © @sugartalesans
Melon © @missladytale
PJ’s Daycare © @blogthegreatrouge

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[ RECAST THE DREAMCAST ] Bogdan Romanovic as Remus Lupin
Remus Lupin; lover of libraries and Honeydukes chocolate, who would rather throw a spider out the window than kill it. Dark circles sat beneath his amber eyes, blending in with the harsh scars that lined his face. He was a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma, hidden by a floppy fringe and a shy smile. He was a constant, niggling puzzle, like a splinter than one couldn’t work loose. (x)