eating too much pizza

Pop punk problem #48

When your mom tells you that you eat too much pizza:

“Shut up mom you don’t know me!”

*Grabs pizza box and phone, climbs onto roof, listens to Neck Deep and wonders why you’re still stuck in this damn town*

So since Superhollis AU is being written for the Big Bang, it’s not actually gonna be seen for awhile, BUT. That doesn’t mean I can’t show you guys any snippets from this universe. 

So, theoretically, would you guys like to see anything? I can do prompts for bby Kryptonian Laura getting used to Earth, or post fic supercorp Hollstein (since of course Carmilla is Lena Luthor and they are endgame). 

Zach and Easton? (Zach Werenski)

Originally posted by werenskiz

requested by anon: could I have a werenski one where him and y/n are friends, but then become something more after zach accidentally makes fun of one of her insecurities? I hope you could understand that I’m terrible at describing things lolll

warnings: talk of insecurities

note: hopefully this fulfilled your request! :) and many thanks to @justhockeywriting for editing (a blessing, honestly)! 


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anonymous asked:

Imagine Kara accidentally slips to Clark on phone that she's hanging out with Lena and five minutes later he appears at Lena's balcony. He storms in and almost yells "What are you planning, Luthor? what you are trying to do with my cousin??" and Lena is like "Um I think we're planning to try a new Chinese place today after work"

LENA LUTHOR IS AN ANGELIC CINNAMON ROLL CUPCAKE THAT HAS NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG EVER IN HER LIFE!

She just wants to splurge on excessive amounts of food and watch her girlfriend eat pot stickers and pizza all day. Is that too much to ask? I really don’t think it is!

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So,I noticed Jeffrey’s tee in this pic and remembered one of my fav SPN scenes. It’s from season 10 episode 9 - The Things We Left Behind

I guess John bought a souvenir from there! 

Dean: We know John Winchester isn’t going to win any #1 Dad awards, but damn if he wasn’t there when we needed him.

Sam: Hey, uh, tell him about that time in New York.

Dean: Oh Yeah… Yeah, okay so, ah. We were working this haunting in Long Island, and me and Sam begged the old man to let us go to the city, for once.

Sam: He had this thing about New York; too big, too loud, too dirty.

Dean: And he hated the Yankees.

Sam: Big time, yeah.

Dean: Some how we convinced him to let us go. So we all go, we all you know see the sites and ride the subway, eat too much pizza, the whole nine. By about midnight Sam and Dad are zonked, and I figure ‘screw it, I’m going to CBGB.’

Sam: CBGB is…

Castiel: I know. It’s where the Ramones and Blondie got their start.

Sam: Right, wow. Anyway he was way underage at the time.

Dean: So I get there, I sneak in, and it is nuts. I mean people are drinking, and they’re smoking, and they’re snorting whatever. There’s a 500 pound guy on the stage with mohawk just screaming. My mind is blown I don’t even know what to do. Then this girl walks up, and she’s ‘Hey why don’t come over sit down with me and my friends at this table,’ 'yeah, alright.’

Sam: Yeah and they get him drunk. First time.

Dean: But not fun drunk, I’m not quite sure what was in that stuff, but the room starts to spin, and I feel like I’m going to puke forever. Right about that time, I hear him. 'Dean Winchester.’ My old man, I don’t know how but he found me. And now I’m really freaking out, because he’s just standing there not saying anything, and I look around everyone else is freaking out too in fact no one is looking him in the eye, then finally this one guy with like a safety pin in his nose and a 'kill everything’ tattoo looks up and he says 'sorry sir.’ Yeah, 'sorry sir’ heh. John frickin’ Winchester.

Castiel: He saved you.

Dean: Yeah and you know what he got for that? Me whining about how much he embarrassed me. Me telling him that I hated him. But then he stopped and turned around looked at me and said, 'Son, you don’t like me that’s fine. It’s not my job to be liked.’

Sam: 'It’s my job to raise you right.’

Dean: And he did.

i bought enough pizza and pasta from dominos to get a free pizza from dominos but i feel too sick from eating so much pasta and pizza from dominos that i don’t even want the free pizza. what a sadistic trick 

Vertical sleeve gastrectomy - 4months post op

Okay so I am a little more than four months post op and I know I’ve been posting some progress pix but I guess I haven’t talked much about my experiences. I think a big part of that is because 1. I talk to a group of girls on whatsapp so we’re constantly talking about experiences and 2. I feel like my life is pretty much …normal? So I guess I don’t have much to say. But I mean there has been major changes and shit I’ve learned so I will randomly name a few in this post based on personal experiences. Tips, tricks, notes to self, etc.

- I can eat more now than the first month post op. There are less gas pains and I also eat pretty much normal speed.

-I still cannot drink and eat at the same time. I know most people can’t but I also know some people who can.

-the hair loss is real

-fruit smoothies from places at the mall will likely make you shit yourself

-milk…. Shit yourself

-store bought coffee that contains milk…. Surprisingly not shit yourself! Yay

-soup that has chunks of food in it… Practically like eating and drinking at the same time and doesn’t work out too well. Same for cereal. I just get a lot of gas moving around and it’s not worth it

-some days I can eat a good amount and others I can take three bites and be stuffed. Very annoying when you’re eating something tasty

-the hair loss is fuckin REALLLLL

-some people around you will try to be the food police

-other people around you will offer you bad food all the time… Don’t know why

-my boobs are gone. RIP

-my stretch marks seem more noticeable

-I keep having to buy new clothes

-hair… EVERYWHERE

-take your fuckin vitamins JASMINE YOU LAZY ASS

-this surgery doesn’t change your mind set about food. If you tended to eat junk food, eat late at night, eat out a lot before surgery… You still have to consciously make those decisions every single day not to go back to those ways.

-I sadly did NOT turn into a light weight. I still need to drink a LOT to get drunk just like before surgery. I now mostly drink wine and vodka

-can’t drink beer or soda. Allllll those fuckin bubbles

-my back and feet hurt way less than they used to

-I went from being able to jog one minute to seven minutes. Still working on this

-start exercising as soon as you can so when the weight loss slows down you still have something that is going to help your body change

-most people won’t have a negative reaction when you tell them about surgery but some people will be like “be careful because I know someone who DIEEEEED!” 😒

-my boobs are seriously fuckin sad

-I feel that staying hydrated is hard especially since you’re not supposed to drink before and after you eat so you have to be extra mindful of it all day every day

-the first time you eat pizza after surgery don’t eat too fast or too much because you will barf you idiot :)

-sometimes when people take candid pictures of me now and show them to me I don’t want to die so that’s reallly cool

-I thought this surgery would motivate me to learn how to cook and it has not. Stilllllll not wifey material. Oh well don’t care

-don’t be afraid to not order a drink at restaurant. I always say water and then I have a giant cup of water sitting there the whole time and like we’re in a draught. #california

-I don’t recommend taking shots #peerpressure

-sell your old clothes to buy new clothes!

-“your hair is everyyyywhere… SCREAMING INFIDELITIES” - only tru emo kids will know

-you will notice that your body is different than it used to be but you might still feel as big as you used to be. Like you might look at a space and think “I can’t fit there” but you probably can.

-the weight loss is fuckin random. Some weeks I lose 5lb!!! Some weeks I don’t lose anything for two weeks! Only baby Jesus knows

-don’t become obsessed with the scale. I think weighing yourself every day will fuck with your mind. I think once a week at most

-my body is very squishy now. Weird thing to say I know

-I’m not constantly sweating for everything I do!! Cool

-your stomach doesn’t care where the fuck you are it WILL scream the music of its people at any time, any place, in front of anyone

Lastly I just wanna say to myself and to others going through this journey - stay focused. As soon as you become lax on your eating and exercise it is so easy to go back to old ways. Have someone help you be accountable. The surgery doesn’t change how your mind works. It just makes you get full faster. You still have to watch what you are putting into your body. You still have to be active. Listen to your body and work on your mind. Eating badly/over eating will ALWAYS be a struggle for me for the rest of my life. It is something that I have dealt with since a very young age and it’s not something that will just go away. Do your best and don’t give up. If you have questions/need some support follow @thiqgirlsquad on Instagram.

This is just a thought I had but, Blanche and Spark would be the best parents and they would raise the best kids. Spark is so optimistic and nurturing and Blanche is so intelligent and mature. They’d be so loving. Wisdom and Intuition hand in hand. Their kids would be bomb. Smart, altruistic, resilient, determined, and caring. I WANT.

Keep Me Sane

Michael Clifford Insanity!AU

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He was crazy there was no doubt about it. It wasn’t hard to notice that he seemed a little off and just a little different from the rest of the people in apartment building 206. There was something about the look in his green eyes that made it seem like his thoughts were a little too jumbled and his mind was a little too overcrowded. You distinctly remembered hearing him talking to someone one night through the paper thin walls of your apartments since his was right next to yours. He was having a heated argument, but you could never hear another voice talking back. It was like he was talking to the walls, or to a ghost. But Michael Clifford, of apartment number 4B, was plagued by something far worse than ghosts, but you had yet to find that out. To you, he was just the cute boy who lived next door, dyed his hair a new color every month and muttered to himself a little more than the average person. Who would’ve thought that you would be the one to save him.

It was a dark December night when you spoke to him for the first time. Your only interaction with the strange boy had been passing in the hallway and one or two awkward elevator rides down to the lobby. But tonight was different, and if you believed in such things you would have said it was fate bringing you together. You had always thought highly of the boy who changed his hair every month. He was gorgeous for one thing, but there was always some other driving factor that made you want to get to know him. You could say you had developed a little crush on the boy in apartment 4B, despite never having spoken. But some people are just meant to be.
You had been coming home from work late that night and you were exhausted and ready to come home and crash into bed. Stepping out of the elevator, immediately you sensed something was wrong. There in the hallway was Michael and he was pacing outside of your doorstep, looking like he was debating whether or not to go inside. He was murmuring incoherent words to himself and as you got closer to him you could just barely make out what he was saying.

“No, I won’t do it. Can’t hurt her.” There was a long pause before he continued. “No! She’s so nice I can’t do it.” He didn’t realize you were behind him. “You can’t make me hurt her.” He spoke in a hushed, but angry tone. One you had heard before, through the walls of your apartment. You should be terrified of his words and at the fact that he seemed to be having a one sided conversation with no one, but instead you were curious. Curious as to what he was doing and who he was talking about. Getting closer to him, you neglected to watch where you were going and scraped up against the hall wall causing Michael to instantly turn around. His eyes widened at the sight of you and he ran his hands through his hair a few times. He looked nervous to see you, making you wonder if maybe he had been talking about you.

“Can I, uh, help you with something?” You tentatively asked him. He knit his eyebrows together at your question, like he wasn’t used to being spoken to by an actual person. He was speechless for a second before he became overcome with something almost otherworldly.

“I don’t need your help.” He spat, making you jump slightly at his harsh tone, but you were never one to sit back and take unnecessary rudeness from strangers.

“Well you’re standing in front of my door talking about who knows what so I guess I just assumed.” You sassed him and he looked utterly surprised that you hadn’t cowered in fear because of him or something.

“I was just heading inside, don’t worry about it.”
“Doesn’t look like you were just ‘heading inside’.”
“Well you don’t know anything!” You noticed his eyes were discolored now, almost black, instead of the green they usually were.
“Easy tiger, I just want to get in to my apartment.” You raised your eyebrows at him and softened your voice. At your gentle tone, his eyes lightened and he lost the cocky demeanor he had had just moments before. It was like he had just gone through a transformation right in front of you. He sighed and shook his head.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you, and for uh, being weird I guess.” He cast his eyes downward.

“Hey, well I didn’t think you were that weird. Just rude.” You smirked at him. His eyes met yours and the pure green of them almost took your breath away. They had changed from the sinister black color from before and the sight made you lose focus. He took a few steps closer to you.

“You don’t think I’m weird?” He mumbled, more like a statement than an actual question.

“N-No.” You couldn’t stop staring into his eyes. You figured it would make him uncomfortable but he didn’t seem to be fazed by it.
But like a switch had been flipped, his eyes turned dark and stormy again.

“Well you should. Because I am.” He turned to go, but you reached out and grabbed his arm. At your touch, his whole body froze and he gasped loudly. You kept your hand on him, but neither of you knew what to say at his strange outburst. Slowly, he turned back around to face you.

“How did you do that?” He spoke slowly and his whole body changed again to relax into your hold on him. It’s like you had him under some sort of hypnosis.
“Do what?” You cocked your head in confusion.
“You just, you…it stopped for just a second and I thought maybe you felt it too.”
“Felt what? I don’t understand!”

He sighed deeply, glancing down at your hand again making you self conscious. You removed your hand and immediately he tensed back up.

“Do it again.” He commanded.
“Do what? Tell me what’s going on!” You demanded.
“Touch me again!” His voice came out like a growl and you shrinked back ever so slightly, but he noticed.
“I-I think I should go.” You began to go inside, but he got in your way.
“No, no I’m sorry. God, this is probably freaking you out isn’t it.”
“I’m not freaked out I just want to know what’s going on.” You mumbled. There was an awkward silence for awhile as he stared at you, almost studying you like he was trying to look into your soul and pour out its content.

“What’s your name?
“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” Your name ghosted off his lips like smoke. “I’m Michael.”
“I know.” He looked at you with confusion. “We’ve lived next door for almost four months now. I heard your name tossed around by the other people living here now and again.” You smiled.
“Oh, I guess you’re right.” There was silence again until he spoke up. “Do you maybe want to come over some time?” His question took you by surprise, but it was clear that he wasn’t joking.
“Um, yeah sure. When?”
“Tomorrow afternoon.”
“Alright that works fine.” You smiled, happy to have made a new friend.
“I’ll see you then Y/N.” And with that he turned and disappeared into his apartment leaving you alone in the hallway. You were absolutely thrilled to be seeing him tomorrow. If he hadn’t interested you before he sure as hell did now. You actually really liked him. There was something different about Michael and you were determined to find out what.

Michael’s POV

“Excellent work Michael. She’ll be ours in no time.” The voice hissed at him from within the confines of his head making him shudder.

From a very young age, Michael had not been the only person inside his mind. It began with the nightmares that consisted of a darkness so raw it was divine evil.  It attacked him in the middle of the night, restricting his movements and his breathing. Michael didn’t think much of it- perhaps he was just stressed or eating too much pizza- until they began haunting him in the daytime. When it first happened he had grown rigid with fear and ended up skipping his last few periods of school because he just couldn’t function. The voice was eerily smooth and it spoke to him often, telling him to do awful things that he never would have even thought about doing on his own. They controlled him, taking over not only his mind but sometimes his body as well. After a few weeks he decided to seek medical attention. The flashes of darkness had become worse and worse, to the point where it was affecting him physically. His head was pounding all the time and there was a constant ringing in his ears that never seemed to cease. His whole body ached like he had been fighting twenty battles all night, and in a way he had been. Michael was in a constant state of anxiety and was absolutely terrified of the things he was hearing the voices say. He had been to countless psychologists to try and find out what was wrong with him, but all they could come up with was a diagnosis of some long winded mental disorder and shove pills down his throat. After a while, Michael realized he was on his own. For years it had just been him and the voices and no one else. He had no family, because when he was younger his entire family had died in a mysterious boating accident leaving him orphaned. So here he was with no one in the world to call his own, living in a shabby apartment and working night shifts at the local pizza place. But every moment of every day the voices were there, hissing and buzzing around in his head attempting to break him down. As the years progressed on, his condition became worse and worse. He was getting into fights, his personality seeming to become more and more violent with each day. During the actions that were prompted to him by the voice in his head, he had little remorse. It was like he became what it was telling him to be, little by little and that scared him more than anything. He didn’t want to become that; a monster controlled only by the demons in his mind, but he was fighting a losing battle.
Michael was a boy surrounded by darkness.  He was insane. He knew he had to be. He had little hope of ever being free of his insanity because there was no one on the planet who could save him from himself. That is, until he met you.

He had always been interested in you, the pretty girl in apartment 2B. You had moved in about a year after he had and from the moment he saw you he knew there was something that he just really liked. Every time he got to have even a small interaction with you, Michael felt flustered. Whether it be the elevator rides you too sometimes shared or just seeing you walk out of your apartment in a little skirt and knee socks that he loved you in, he thought you were the most beautiful thing on the planet. Michael really liked you, he couldn’t deny that, but he would never act on his feelings. Why do it and then cause himself pain when you found out how much was wrong with him and ran away as fast as you could? Every time he invited someone new into his life, the voices made sure to get rid of them. They wanted all of Michael’s attention so that’s what they made sure they got.

But when you had touched him, for that brief moment the voices had left him and for the first time since he could remember he was alone in his head. Maybe that’s why the voices wanted him to hurt you. You could save him! You could free him from the killers inside his own mind. But the voices weren’t going to go down without a fight.

“She will be ours Michael. There is nothing you can do to stop what’s coming.” The voice rang out.

“I will not let you hurt her.” He spoke back to no one.

“Oh but you already have.”

“You’re lying.” Michael clenched his teeth, trying to take back some control.

“We would never lie to you.”

“I’ll protect her.”

“How are you going to protect her when you’re the one that’s going to kill her.”

Michael let out an uncontrollable scream and slammed his fist into the wall, cracking the drywall. “GET OUT OF ME! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” Michael roared but the voices only laughed. Michael rested his head in his hands, allowing a few tears slipped from his eyes before he heard a soft knock at the door followed by a muffled voice.

“Michael? Are you in there?” Y/N. It was here, she was here. She couldn’t be, especially not now. “I know you’re in there. I heard a crash, is everything okay?” Her voice was laced with worry. Usually people left him alone and gave him odd looks afterwards when they heard one of his episodes, but you came to his door. Why would you do that?

“Answer the door. Now’s your chance! Finish her!” Michael tried to ignore them, but the pull was too strong. He knew that if he opened that door, his face would be the last you would ever see.

“Michael?” You knocked again. He stepped over towards the door, the voices egging him on. “Finish her! Yesssss!” The voices chanted rhythmically. His head was pounding as he tried to resist. He pressed both his hands on the wooden door opposite of where you were standing and rested his head against it. Your voice on the other side of the door gave him courage to push away the only person who could save him.

“Go away.” He growled as the voices scolded him for wasting an opportunity with you.
“Michael I want to help you!” You pleaded with him on the other side of the door.
“I don’t want your help.”
“Michael I…”
“Listen Y/N, I didn’t ask for help, I don’t want your help. I want you to stay the fuck away from me.” He yelled.

The hall was silent for a moment until he heard you sniff a little. Oh how he wished he could step outside and hold you in his arms, stroke your hair, and tell you everything was going to be alright. But everything was not okay because he knew that if he were to hold you he would be forced to squeeze you enough that the air left your lungs. He was just a fucked up kid who was all on his own in the world and he refused to take you down with him.

“O-Okay. I’m sorry for bothering you.” Michael heard your footsteps leaving his door followed by the slam of your door. If only you had seen his face as he broke your heart, because written there it was clear that his heart was breaking too. Because as you walked away you took all of his hope for a savior along with you.

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Part 2

Masterlist

name: Nisie

birthday: November 29th

gender: female

orientation: straight

age: I prefer not to say if that’s alright.

favorite soda: I can’t drink soda. 

favorite candy: I can’t eat candy too much that I don’t have favorite. 

favorite pizza: The one with Meat

favorite meal: For now, Soba

best memory: Hmmm… that I won 2nd place in an international programming competition, I guess

best friend: I’m not worth to be anyone’s best friend yet. But @universalskyworld is the someone who understands me best and @uncreditedsaviors is the only person who knows about my secret and @fxtelism is someone who’s always able to make me smile. 

best relative: My grandparents.

best pet: I don’t have a pet. 

one random fact about you: I’m dangerous.

one random fact about your day: I found out that I can’t drink coffee too much because it upsets my digestive system lol. 

one random fact about your job/school: I love and hate my job at the same time. 

one random fact about your favorite tv show: It involves… people running?

TAGGED BY: @universalskyworld (Thanks for the tag >w<)

TAG 5 PEOPLE: @fxtelism, @bravelighteon, @infinemxndi, @uncreditedsaviors (I don’t have 5 people to tag lol)

it’s been five months since i last saw my best friend and i miss her a fucking lot you guys :-( i used to go to her house every week and we would bring all her blankets and pillows out onto the porch of her apt building and snuggle up and drink gin+kombucha and smoke way too much weed and eat pizza and take cute snapchat vids together and it was like the only time i wasn’t constantly surrounded by men and like ??? tbh this is rly missing from my life now :/