feel like watching the hunger now

It feels like a ten-ton weight is handed to every girl at the age of twelve, and then she is invited to mount the tightrope of adolescence. It is as if we look at these spindly-legged, ponytailed girls, fresh out of sixth grade and say, ‘Now you will be grown. You will be watched. You will fight every day of your life to be respected- by yourself and others. You will have to read between the lines, protect your reputation, be wary of your best friends. You will have myriad hungers. You will need to control these constantly.’

Courtney Martin, Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters

Give your twelve-year-old self some love! What would you say to that girl, knowing what you know now?

(anon messages welcome!)

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No Matter What. [Daryl Dixon x Reader]

Word Count: 2,893
Prompt: #40“You tried to shoot me!” 
                       “Next time, I won’t miss. Don’t piss me off again.”
Warnings: Language

[Part Two]

A/N: This is my first fic I’m posting on this blog so I’d love to hear what you all think! Thank you for reading(: & thank you to promptsfor-writers for the prompt!

Three days.

It had been three whole days since you had last eaten a real meal. Well as ‘real’ as you could get these days. You had managed to find some extremely stale crackers in a backpack you cut off a walker you put down over a day ago but you could hardly count those. They didn’t help the rumbling in your stomach. You finished off the last of your food stash almost a week ago when you were separated from your group when a herd of walkers came through your camp. Since then you had been combing the woods looking for any members of your group and rationing every bit of food you had. And that wasn’t much to begin with.

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The Foxhole Court, Chapter 12 – Road Trip To Embarrass… Who Again?

In which the squad goes to a talk show, wake-up calls go wrong, Neil goes live on national television, shipping goes well, and I go nuts, just a little bit.

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read The Foxhole Court.

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So I got bored...

I had nothing to do today and Isabelle is the cutest thing ever, so this was the result. Please enjoy :)

(All credit for Isabelle Wilde goes to @trashasaurusrex)

Nick threw his arms above his head, yawning as he stretched himself in the seat. Judy looked over and snickered at the fox as she drove the squad car.
“Tired Slick?” She asked amusedly, keeping her eyes on the road. Nick finished his stretch and looked over.
“Bored.” He corrected, “When was the last time a patrol was this dull Carrots?” Judy grimaced in agreement. Since their had patrol started at 8, absolutely nothing had happened. No robberies, no shoplifting, no muggings, not even a jaywalker!
“It has been pretty bad,” She conceded, “but look on the bright side, we only have three more hours left!” Nick checked the clock on the dash.
“It’s only two!?” He moaned, “Ughhh. Also, we have to pick up Isabelle from pre-school at three so don’t forget.” Judy nodded her head absentmindedly, accustomed to picking up Nick’s daughter when they were on patrol. The pair sat in silence for several minutes while they drove through Savanna Central, searching for any type of crime to break the monotony of their day. When Judy stopped at a stoplight, Nick cleared his throat.
“So, uh, Judy, what are you doing tonight?” He asked, trying to seem casual. Judy turned to face him, noticing the use of her first name.
“Nothing.” She said giving him a curious look, “Why?” Nick averted his eyes and looked down at his paws.
“I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner tonight.” He said quickly. Judy smiled and returned her gaze to the road as the light turned green.
“With you and Isabelle? Of course Nick.” She replied, confused as to why Nick was so nervous.
“Not with me and Isabelle, just with me. Like a date” Nick clarified awkwardly.

“Oh.” Judy said, surprised by the turn of events. Nick looked over at her, barely masking the fear he felt, when she laughed.
“It’s about time Nick!” She said happily, her face breaking into a wide smile as the surprise faded. Nick’s face lit up. He opened his mouth to continue speaking, but then his phone began to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and his face fell as he viewed the caller ID.
“Hello?” He answered, his brow furrowed in concern. “Oh no! I’ll be right there. Thank you.” Nick hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket.
“That was Isabelle’s school. Apparently she was just sick.” He said worriedly.
“Poor thing!” Judy exclaimed, pulling a U-turn as she headed for Isabelle’s pre-school. “We’ll be there soon.” She said, noting the worry on Nick’s face. He sighed and slumped back in his seat.
“I’m sorry Judy, but I think I might need to take a rain check on that date.” He said sadly, leaning against the window.
“There’s no need to apologize Nick.” She responded, “Your daughter’s sick and you need to take care of her.” Nick nodded his head in agreement and sat in silence until they pulled up to the school. Judy parked and they both hopped out of the car, Nick speedily walking to the nurse’s office.
“Daddy!” Judy heard a high pitched voice shout as she entered the room to find the little vixen with her arms wrapped around Nick, who had bent down to hug her.
“Hey sweetheart! How’re you feeling?” He asked sympathetically.
“My tummy hurts.” She responded with a frown. “Hi Aunt Judy!” She said, spotting Judy hanging out by the door.
“Hi Isabelle.” Judy said with a little wave as Nick thanked the nurse, “I’m going to take you and your dad home now ok?” Isabelle nodded her head as Nick picked her up and began carrying her out to the car, Judy trailing behind them. He put her in the backseat and hopped up next to her. Judy chuckled as the fox fussed over the kit, fastening her seatbelt and making sure she was set before he did the same for himself.
“Everyone ready back there?” She asked as she hopped into the driver’s seat and started the car up. Nick nodded his head and Isabelle gave her a thumbs-up. Judy pulled out of the parking lot and began the short drive to Nick’s apartment.
“Do you still feel sick?” Nick asked.
“A little.” She answered scrunching up her face. Nick nodded his head and put an arm around her.
“Here we are.” Judy announced a few minutes later, stopping the car right outside the door. Nick picked up Isabelle and slid out of the car, being careful not to jostle her too much. He walked up to the driver’s side window as Judy rolled it down.
“I’ll talk to Bogo for you and tell him what happened.” She said before he could speak. “Now go inside and take care of your daughter.”
“Thank you so much Judy.” Nick said with a grateful smile before turning around and heading inside. Judy watched him walk inside and then pulled away from the curb and headed back towards the precinct.
Judy walked inside and greeted Clawhauser with a wave.
“Hey Judy!” He called as she walked towards him, “Where’s Nick?”
“Isabelle got sick so Nick is home taking care of her.” She explained as she approached the desk. Clawhauser sighed sympathetically.
“I hope she’s alright. Isabelle is the sweetest little thing.” He said fondly. Judy nodded her agreement.
“Anyways, I just have to go explain things to Bogo so Nick doesn’t get in trouble.”
“Good luck.” Clawhauser said as she walked towards the Chief’s office.
Judy knocked on the door.
“Come in.” The chief replied, his gruff tones muffled by the door. Judy walked inside and jumped onto the chair across his desk.
“Hopps.” He said, scrutinizing the bunny, “What is it?”
“Nick’s daughter got sick earlier today sir. He had to go home to take care of her.” Bogo frowned. “However,” Judy kept going, noticing his displeasure, “we finished the majority of our patrol and there wasn’t a trace of crime.” Bogo nodded his head and returned his gaze to the papers on his desk.
“If Wilde’s daughter is sick, it is his first duty to care for her.” He said simply. “Dismissed.” Judy exited quickly and quietly, thanking the universe that the chief had a soft spot for Nick’s adorable daughter.
Nick picked up Isabelle and carried her out of the bathroom, wiping the remnants of her lunch from her snout.
“There we go.” He said, placing her on the sofa and wrapping her in a blanket. “Is there anything I can get you?”
“My mouth tastes funny.” Isabelle replied with a sour expression on her face. Nick ran off and returned with some water for the kit who guzzled it gratefully.
“Hey Isa,” Nick said with a smile, holding his paws behind his back, “guess what I have?” She shrugged her shoulders and pulled the blanket tighter around herself. Nick pulled a slim case from behind his back, eliciting a yip of happiness from the kit.
“Is that Kung-Fu Panda?!” She asked excitedly. Nick smiled and nodded his head as he opened the case and put the DVD in the player. Nick flopped down on the sofa dramatically next to his daughter, pulling her close to him and earning a fit of giggles for his antics.
“Thank you daddy.” Isabelle said as she snuggled up to Nick. Nick smiled, looking fondly at the kit and then ruffled her ears.
“Look the movie’s starting!” He said, bringing her attention back to the TV.
Nick checked his phone as he felt it vibrate to discover a text from Judy.
“Let me in” She said. Nick checked besides him to see that Isabelle was still enraptured by the movie. He slid silently out of his seat to avoid disturbing the happy kit and tiptoed to the door, opening it to find Judy Hopps standing there carrying a large bag of groceries.
“What’re you doing here?” He whispered, confused by her sudden appearance.
“I’m here to make you guys dinner.” She replied at a normal volume, drawing Isabelle’s attention.
“Is that Aunt Judy?!” She yelled excitedly. Nick smiled and waved Judy in as Isabelle came running around the corner, her blanket trailing behind her like a cape. Judy set the bag on the ground just before Isabelle flew into a hug.
“Well someone’s feeling better.” She laughed, returning the hug.
“Daddy bought me Kung-Fu Panda.” She said happily as she stopped hugging Judy.
“He did?!” Judy said in surprise, giving Nick an approving glance as he paused the movie. “I was going to make you some soup Isa, would you like that?” The little vixen nodded her head rapidly as her stomach growled from hunger. “Awesome!” She said, rubbing Isabelle’s head, “Now go watch your movie, and I’ll make it.” Isabelle waddled back to the sofa, pulling the blanket back around her. Nick resumed the movie for her and followed Judy into the small kitchen.
“You don’t have to make dinner Judy.” He said quietly. Judy waved off his complaints as she pulled several pots and pans from his cabinets.
“Go watch the movie with Isabelle.” She said firmly, “I’ll call you both when it’s done.”
Judy crept into the room carrying three steaming bowls of soup. She set two of them on the coffee table in front of Nick and Isabelle and carried the third to an armchair, where she plopped down into with a contented sigh. Isabelle grabbed a spoon and started to eat, but Nick stopped her.
“Ah, ah, ah, what do we say?” He said, plucking her spoon away.
“Thank you Aunt Judy!” She said before leaping up and grabbing the spoon from Nick’s paw.
“You’re welcome.” Judy said, chuckling as the kit stole the spoon and dug in. The three of them finished the meal in silence as they watched the movie. The movie finally finished and Nick collected all the dishes and returned them to the kitchen. Isabelle stretched and let out a yawn.
“Oh my god,” She whispered to Nick, “That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” Nick nodded in agreement as he watched the kit curl up in her blanket. He walked over and picked her up, carrying the sleepy vixen to her room.
“Goodnight Isa.” He said, placing her in her bed and tucking the covers in.
“Daddy, can Judy be my mommy?” She asked sleepily. Nick froze as he thought about his answer.
“I hope so sweetheart.” He replied as she drifted off to sleep, “I hope so.”

We’ll Watch The Stars


Sansa choked on her drink and sputtered, embarrassingly, as little droplets flew in the air that almost landed on Jon’s sleeve. Sansa’s hand flew to her mouth before she spewed out whatever that was still in it.

“Say what now?” Sansa asked, not really wanting Jon to repeat, as she heard him loud and clear. Jon’s cheeks burned hot as he felt a blush spread over them. Shit.

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Trying Something New By TEN

Daddy!Jungkook x Reader (Smut)

Chapters: 1/1 (Oneshot) 

A/N: Request for Anon! Sorry Anon I didn’t add the “ Lays in bed with you till you feel better” but added another part to it hope that’s okay! but yes enjoy, Daddy kink is fun for me to write haha. 

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anonymous asked:

can you do a scenario where reid gets jeaous thx

Spencer is a very logical person, so usually he can sort out his jealous feelings in a way so that they aren’t displayed outwardly. However, when it comes to you, it’s not that easy. They jumble up in his brain and tangle in his lower belly before making his heart thud faster while his breathing becomes labored. He’ll fidget with his fingers while he races through thoughts on why this is happening to him.

He knows that you’re just friends with Derek, after all; the dark skinned man was one of his best friends as well, so why was he so angry all of a sudden? He’s not sure and it makes him even angrier.

“[Y/N], would you help me with something?” Spencer asks suddenly.

When you near him, all smiles and of course willing to help the genius, he gently takes your hand before leading you out into the hallway of the B.A.U. building. He turns to find your expression riddled with confusion.

“Spence,” you start, but he cuts you off.
“Do you like Morgan?” he blurts.

His face warms afterwards and, inwardly, he groans. Why had he done that? Like he’d thought only moments before, Derek was a friend of yours and you were probably just going over an old case or something. It had been nothing for him to worry about.

But you smile at him kindly, understandingly, before giggling. This doesn’t help his fierce and building blush.

“No, Spencer,” you murmur. “I only like you.”

And then you kiss him, a little peck at first, but he deepens it because he has to feel you. He needs to sate that angry hunger that had built up at watching you be so close to someone other than him.

It’s not logical, but Spencer had figured out by now that loving you wasn’t something that he could riddle out with equations or figure out with all the books in the world.

request something here: X

Carl doesn’t like to beg for things. Doesn’t like to ask for anything he can’t get himself. But the hunger that twists low in his gut when Negan lowers the straight razor at last to the bathroom sink is something starved and menacing that threatens to consume him, as it always is when it comes to Negan, and he pushes himself off the doorframe. Slight movement that catches Negan’s eye in the mirror where he’s wiping excess shaving cream off his face.

They just stare at each other for a few seconds. Negan knows, he must know what Carl wants, but he just stands there, eyebrows slightly lifted, amusement twisting the corner of his mouth. When Carl draws in a breath it feels solidified into his lungs.

“I want—” He hesitates. Walks forward until he is standing at the sink, Negan turned to face him, hip cocked against the counter. Carl’s hand flutters out of its own accord like a foreign thing through the air and he watches his fingers come to rest on Negan’s smooth cheek. The skin feels dry and a little rough in places and Carl strokes his thumb over the line of the cheekbone and watches fascinated as Negan’s eyes briefly shut.

Carl’s thumb moves down to Negan’s mouth. Simple, easy gesture that sends shocks like lightning through his whole body. That hunger twisting in him, opening its mouth, ready to devour. Negan’s looking again, amber glass eyes like the sun in a beer bottle. Carl’s mind flits to the way Negan’s stubble had scraped his jaw the last time they kissed, the power in Negan’s movements, the rough virile taste of him nothing like anything Carl had ever experienced. He wonders if it would feel the same, now. If every part of kissing him would be as smooth and clean feeling as touching his face.

“Would you…” Carl swallows. He hates begging, but he hates waiting even more. “Could I…”

Negan’s skin is warm and a little wet where his lips have parted around Carl’s thumb. “C’mere,” Negan says, quiet tense needy voice, and when Carl steps forward another inch Negan lifts his hand—gently, so fucking gently—off his mouth and kisses him. Bending his body down and forward so he can reach Carl, and then lifting him up a little so as to set him on the sink. Bracketing him in with his legs and one arm, the other cradling Carl’s jaw as they both like. Kissing him with that new soft smooth warm skin rubbing against Carl’s face, the lips plush and red and bitten.

Carl reaches out, rests his hands on Negan’s ribs. It’s fucking amazing, like always, to kiss Negan, to feel that new smooth skin on his and know it belongs to him, but he was wrong about one thing. The kissing is rough, and slick and hot and messy, feeding that starved ache that’s spread through his whole body now, and Carl moans, his hips jerking forward, and it isn’t clean at all.

I knew dogs responded to whistling, but I didn’t realize cats did until about a year ago when I was watching one of the Hunger Games movies and tried to imitate the Mockingjay whistle. Penelope jumped in my lap and started purring and kneading and I knew I’d found the key.

Now when she gets too frisky (bitey) I just whistle and she turns into the sweetest kitty ever.

Sometimes I can’t believe she’s only two. It feels like we’ve been friends forever. 💕

Simple blessings

The light filtering in through the cracks in the curtains is peach-pink and sunflower-yellow, painting the bedroom with a careful artist’s brush, everything as still as the morning itself. There is a bow resting against a red armchair, there are necklaces gathered in a bowl sparkling and glittering in the shy rays of the new day, there are silk sheets slipping off the bed on one end, like water captured in motion.


It’s quiet, the gentle hum of the city outside a comforting kind of white noise when Magnus wakes. It’s a slow thing, uninterrupted, a muse posing for a portrait that will hang adored in museums, all shadows in the lines of muscle and bone, all light against skin and veins. He sits up, letting the soft fabric slip down his naked chest, skin warm against the crisp air around him. Next comes a yawn, wide-mouthed and unashamedly human while he rubs the leftover dreams from his eyelashes.

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It starts out with a bus. The barren planes of the lonesome planet she’s recently arrived on flying past, she observes the other passengers through a critical gaze: A silent Truxican lean and slick as the sniper rifle he carries on his back, wild like the huge bird perched atop his shoulder. A thick and tall wall of a man, too gentle for his size and loudness, with fists as big as bricks. A soldier so stiff and firm, his skin the color of the dark brown mountains lounging across the horizon.

She knows, without even bothering to catch their amazed gazes, that they’re staring; she figures she would, too, if she were just a simple man who saw a powerful Siren for the first time in his life.

How wonderful, they think, awe inspiring. Beautiful like a statue emerging from the depths of marble. Fascinating and captivating like a Shahmaran. Dangerously interesting and interestingly dangerous. To their pondering gaze, she’s nothing but her enticing figure and terrifying powers, an animal behind bars, up for observation. She’s used to it by now, the hunger in people’s eyes; she can see past it into their lustful, greedy thoughts.

Yet, she remains. Despite the feeling of utter irritation, she persists. Nobody knows how lonesome it is, how she has to explore herself all by herself, how there is lack of guidance, lore.

So, she rocks along with the bus, sitting in the seat at the back and still watching the scenery for the sake of ignoring the inquisitive eyes. The dry wind caresses her hair, hiding her eyes behind red locks. She pulls them aside with a flick of her tattooed hand and breathes, deep and slow. She’s here to learn more about herself since no one seems intent on helping her out, maybe earn some money and find valuable loot, then she’ll be on her way, alone once again.

Days stretch into months, and they’re getting close to the fabled Vault, with the capital V because it’s that important and it’s that mythical. The bulky, dark-skinned soldier decides to ease his own solitude with her, and she doesn’t mind; she’s bored, and an occasional fling could work on both of their frayed nerves. The cold desert night reverberates with their pleased moans.

Turns out, there really is a Vault (multiple Vaults!), and this one comes with a disgustingly huge and ugly monster straight out of some long lost mythology. The fight is easy, the loot more than adequate, but she still can’t sate her hunger for knowledge with whatever the Vault has spewed and sputtered on them.

The soldier suggests a trip to Pandora’s moon, Elpis. She laughs, not that she finds his offer funny; she’s simply entertained by the idea of Hope existing so close to Pandora. Life is full of lies and shitty mythological references, she decides, and accepts his offer. Maybe Elpis can offer her the rumors and hope she needs.

Their little vacation is fun, the sex more than adequate, but she finds herself wrapped in ennui instead of the soldier’s sleek ebony arms.

Then there’s another chance to sate her insatiable curiosity, in the form of a gangly nerd of a man going by an everyman’s name, begging for their help as he’s stranded on the space station revolving around the moon revolving around a planet; Helios, the wondrously bright progeny of Hyperion.

She doesn’t mind, despite the ravenous inspection the programmer gives her, despite the feeling of something unholy and unwanted hanging in the air whenever they exist in the same room. She does mind, but she doesn’t care. She stopped caring long ago, bullied one too many times to find it in her calloused heart to notice the signs.

It’s all fun and games until the bossy programmer decides to throw a bunch of innocent scientists out the airlock right in front of her eyes. She realizes this was never about her self-exploration, that she was just a tool in the programmer’s finely-weaved con; so she decides to play double-agent along with the soldier from then on, working with the programmer’s ex. Her intentions seem no more real than her gracious bosom, but at least she doesn’t seem like a sociopath.

Their plan is simple. Her part in it is not. As she slips through the portal and into the Vault, she’s struck with the feeling of déjà vu; the colors are off, so are the Vault Hunters around her, but the gaze is the same. The loneliness is the same.

The electricity in the air, the gentle hum of the inside of the Vault kisses her hair that is seemingly aflame in the violet hues. She tugs it aside with a flick of her tattooed hand and breathes deep and slow. She struts forward with confidence in her quick steps, going unnoticed by the hysterical man lounging in his stony throne.

She smiles a sultry, pleased smile.

She throws a punch, her fist strong and sturdy.

There blooms a supernova of light and fire; the painful screams of the scarred man are only enjoyable for a short while, as she has to flee. That was the plan, after all. Once again, she’s alone, bereft of any knowledge she deserves to fondle.

She runs. There’s a madman after her and she has nobody to seek help in. She’s used to it by now, the mistrust people have in such a dangerously violent woman like her; she can see past it into their frightened, biased thoughts.

Bandits swarm her, worshipping her like a fearsome god of a forgotten religion. They call her the Firehawk, forming cult after cult after her name and burning themselves to crisp piles of bodies as sacrifice. Nobody knows who she is, but then again, she doesn’t know who she is, either.

Who are you?


What a frigid bitch.


How much do you think a night with that tattooed chick would cost?


A Siren? They don’t exist.

When she sheds the dark cloak of her Firehawk persona, it’s a great shock to many; but Ouranos in the golden crown remains calm and cool, never a good sign for a trigger happy tyrant.

He knows, just like she does.

They call her the Firehawk. She calls herself the Phoenix, reborn from her ashes, sacred like the Bennu of the sunny lands, and her comeback is just as grand.

Ouranos tests her patience, hunting after people who were seemingly close to her. She lets flames of fury consume her, only making her stronger; she’s not angry because of the Truxican’s dead bird or the brick wall of a man’s lost town. She was always alone under people’s observant gaze- because of mistrust, because of fear, because of underestimation. She doesn’t care about these people who killed and stole along with her, but she cares about the man trying to steal her spotlight.

Throughout the years, she learned to twist that hungry gaze to her own liking, letting it inflate her ego.

The way he murders the soldier stings a little, if she’s being honest with herself. She guesses the sudden shock that seizes her comes from the shared time she has (had) with him compared to the others.

What a mistake.

Ouranos chains the Phoenix like a wild animal, controlling her powers to his liking. But she’s not afraid, she knows her limits and her abilities. A lifelong solitude has ultimately made her depend only and only on herself; they can push her down, but they can’t keep her subdued.

She plays the Vault Hunters like Ouranos once did, a virtuoso pulling at all the right strings. Despite the chains weighing her down, she struggles, his voracious gaze never once leaving her.

They weaken him, making him run around while throwing weak threats. He summons his very own Cerberus, and it fits the hellish scenery. They slay it, opening the gates of the metaphorical underworld that is the Vault. She watches, this time her hungry gaze sweeping on others- what a magnificent change.

She scrutinizes him, her curious eyes settling upon the fallen god still screaming bloody murder. As she approaches him, slow as a prowling tiger, the others are watching her watching him.

Just like the first time she confronted him in a Vault in front of a group of Vault Hunters, she faces the man with a sultry smile on her cracked and swollen lips. Her tattooed hand frees her eyes from the curtain of crimson locks draping over them. She pulls back, widening and securing her stance. Ouranos sways on his sneakered feet, fresh blood bubbling from his downturned lips.

She throws a punch, her fist strong and sturdy. He goes down, painful death looking smooth and easy. She looks down on the crumpled body of the fallen god, and she smiles a genuine smile.

The first woman who is equal to those around her, who became the subject of the hungry gaze, whom people hoped to subjugate. The woman who refused to bow to the imperious, who survived on her own, who was powerful to take on the universe.

Her name is Lilith, and she is the most powerful siren in the universe.

anonymous asked:

I'm so intrigued and interested in trying out water fasting one day a week. Can you type any handy self experiences out. How do you manage not feeling hungry? Do you lack energy? Do you only do that on rest days with no exercise? Do you eat under 2000calories the other 6 days?

Ok so I have only been doing this for 6 weeks now, but I feel AMAZING! I’d recommend watching some ted talks on fasting or reading “the miracle of fasting” by Dr Bragg. I don’t do any high intensity exercises but I’m comfortable with a Brisk walk. I get hungry sometimes during a fast but I wouldn’t say it’s extreme hunger and I feel like in my head I know it’s only 3 meals I’m missing. 👌🏾 Every other day I probably eat over 2000cals, I don’t count so maybe some days under or well over. I eat when hungry and stop when satisfied. Have also made the switch to organic.

- Weight loss
- perfect digestion (never thought I’d be able to say that)
- increased energy
- better moods
- no bloating or gas

👆🏾Just a few thinks that I have noticed since fasting and eating organic.

Not hungry (Smut at the end)

Anon: Hey, so I was wondering if you could do a one shot where y/n isn’t eating things because she feels too fat, but dans really cute about it and watching what she eats and its really fluffy and cute and maybe smut? I love your writing by the way :) thanks!

I hope this is okay :) I apologise for any mistakes and the terrible writing, I am rather exhausted from work and lack of sleep. xxoo 

WARNING: Involves eating disorders and ends with smut

This had happened before, although previously you found a way to stop yourself. You promised yourself it wouldn’t happen again but as you looked into the mirror you couldn’t help but pick at every inch of your skin.
It had begun again… It had started with only having the occasional snack but as your insecurities grew, you found your hunger disappearing.
The only difference between last time and now, is Dan. Dan Howell was the man that you fell head over heals for, but you never felt good enough for him. He would tell you everyday that he loves you, but you stubbled to believe him… How could anyone love someone like you?

This time you had to come up with excuses for not eating..

“I’m not hungry”
“I don’t feel too well”
“I already ate”

All excuses Dan has now heard. You thought it was working but little did you know that Dan was watching everything the you were doing… Stressing about ever meal you missed until he couldn’t take it any more.

“Y/n, Sweetheart? Could we talk for a minute?” Dan questioned, his eyes dark and tired from the sleep he missed as he worried over you.

“Of course. Whats up?” You replied as you joined him on the sofa.

“I know what you’ve been doing Y/n…” He looked into your eyes as he spoke.

“What do you mean? I haven’t been doing anything?”

“You’ve been skipping meals… in fact I’ve not seen you eat one thing in the last three days. It’s not good for you y/n”

You felt sick, your stomach falling as you could no longer keep eye contact with your beloved boyfriend. Dan reached over and took your hands into his own large ones.

“Why are you doing this to yourself y/n?”

“I’m not good enough… I’m fat, I’m unattractive… You could do so much better than me” Your words came out in a whisper as you stared down at the floor.

“Sweetheart… Look at me. That is all bullshit, every bit. I couldn’t do any better than you, and you know why? Because there is no better than you.  You are the most kind, caring, and incredibly gorgeous girl I’ve every know to exist. And no matter what size or shape you are, thats never going to change.” As Dan’s words faded out, your heart clenched at the sight of tears building up in his eyes.

“I love you Dan” Is all you can say as now tears are escaping your eyes. Dan lets go of your hands and stroke away the tears with the pad of his thumbs.

“I love you too Y/n… so, so much.” Dan replies, giving you a quick kiss on the lips.

“You are perfect baby, so please… Try to start eating again? I will be here to help you with every step. I know you can’t just go straight back to normal and it may be a bit of a process, but please… for me?” You could see the determination in his eyes as he spoke, he really did care and you knew he would do anything to help you.

“Okay” You answer him, your voice a bit raspy as you try not to cry. Dans eyes brighten as you accept his request. He cups your face in his hands and connects your lips in a passionate and meaningful kiss.

Within moments Dan had pulled you onto his lap, holding you close to his body. Soon enough Dans lips travelled down your jaw and neck, sucking and nipping at your sweet spot as he made sure to leave his mark on you. Dan tugged at the base of your top, lifting it up and of off your body.

“So fucking beautiful” He groaned as he took in your bare skin that he loved oh so much.

You returned the favour to Dan, tugging his t-shirt off and running your fingers down the soft skin of his rising and falling chest. You could tell how worked up Dan was, his skin hot and sensitive to every little touch.

“I want to make you feel as perfect as you are” Dan spoke as his hands slid up under your skirt, finding your panties quickly.

“I can already feel how wet you are baby”

Dan expertly removed your panties, his fingers returning and running up and down your wet heat. You couldn’t help but release gasps of pleasure. One of his long and skilful fingers circled your entrance before slowly dipping in. Dans lips found yours, his tongue exploring your mouth that he knew oh so well while his finger pumped in and out of you.

You were close to release, and Dan knew it. He wanted you to release around him however, so he removed his hand from between your legs and lay you on your back on the sofa. Dan unzipped his dark jeans and pulled them down enough for his hard length to spring free.
You watched, almost hypnotised as he pumped himself a few times before hovering over you and lining himself up with your entrance.

“Are you ready, baby?” He asked, always needing your okay.

“Yes, Please Dan..” You moaned out, and with that Dan slowly slid himself into your tight heat.
All that could be heard in the room was the both of your heavy breaths and pleasure filled groans and moans. It was not hard and rough, but slow and passionate. Dans hips rocking back and for at a steady pace while you explored each others bodies.

“Dan… I’m going to-“ You started but cut yourself off with a moan.

“Go on baby, let go for me…”

That was all you needed to hears as your walls clenched around Dans length and the knot in your stomach was finally released. You could feel Dan releasing into you as he buried his face into the crook of your neck while leaving delicate little kisses.

“My gorgeous girl” Dan said as he looked into your eyes, a thin layer of sweat across his forehead.

“What do you say we have a nap and then I take you out for dinner?” Dan question, to which you smiled.

“Sounds perfect"

Rumplestiltskin had been around for hundreds of years. He had been created to watch over the humans of the world while he sat in Heaven, and he had seen something many things. Wars, hunger, pain, loss, peace, plentiful fields, healing, births, the whole world he watched. And in all his years, he’d never seen something that made him want to go down to earth. Until now. Her name was Kestrel, she was beautiful like the sunset, like the starry sky, like the flowers that bloomed. She was kind and sweet and strong, he loved to watch her the most. And though it was against the rules, he had to meet her, she made him feel things he never thought was possible for him to feel. So one day he leapt down from Heaven and disguised himself as a human. He needed to meet her.

Just Sorry? A Mini Series (Chapter 3/??)

Warning: This chapter contains mild smut. Following chapters will contain Smut, Angst, Explicit Language, Daddy Kink, Rough Sex

Previous Chapter: 2

Word Count: 2141

“Okay so, a meeting on Monday, dinner party on Tuesday, graduation speech on Wednesday…” Natalie continued to give Jaebum an overview of what next week’s schedule was going to be but the other wasn’t registering a thing the woman said. All morning his head had been spinning as he tried to figure out what had him constantly thinking about you? Catching feelings for a woman was certainly not on his life agenda and he needed to gain control of it before things became to hectic.

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anonymous asked:

Lams hunger games au!

Okay, so I had this half way answered and then I had to go do something, and I thought I saved it, but I didn’t. So I’m really sorry to have delayed this!!

• So John is from district 9, agriculture. He won last years hunger games and is now a teacher/coach person.
• Alex is a tribute this year from district 4, fishing. He’s always speaking out against Peace Keepers and the Capital.
• When John first sees Alex, he sees this mouthy skinny kid who he thinks that his tributes could take out easily.
• He watches Alex train for awhile and starts to rethink how easy this kid would be to take out, and his face looks nice and he’s actually kind of charming in the way he speaks sometimes and John is really confused.
• So John approaches Alex and they talk and become friends even though they probably shouldn’t get attached
• They start to develop feelings, but they don’t tell each other (and yes, I’m down for this being cheesy as hell)
• And then it’s the night before Alex goes into the arena and he’s talking to Caesar Flickermen and he’s being all charming and talking about how he likes to write
• And then Caesar is all like “ A charming lad like you has to have a special someone” and Alex kind of blushes and Johns all like ¿?what¿?
• So Alex answers truthfully, that he doesn’t, but he did meet someone here, but it probably won’t happen and he wouldn’t want to start now cause he might not make it.
• So Caesar makes this sad face and the crowd whines and John is like, I’m the only one he talks to, is it me? Probably not, nvm.
• So Alex and John just watch the rest of interviews in silence and everything’s just so sad.
• And then it’s the day of the hunger games, so John goes to go see Alex off and Alex is having a panic attack and John calms him down and says “whenever you feel freaked out, just think of me” and Alex nods and they hug until Alex is being ushered alway
• And then Johns impulse control just breaks. He leans forward and kisses Alex for a split second before Alex has to go.
• And then Alex is in the arena, and John is watching him go and he sends him notes and things, even though he’s not really supposed to.
• And then it’s just Alex and this other person, and Alex is shaking. And then in a blur, it’s over. He’s won.
• He goes back to the capital. He sees John, and then they’re kissing each other on national tv and everything is okay, he’s okay, Johns okay.
• And then after the victor tour, him and John join the resistance.
• And together, they defeat the capital and live happy together (minus the nightmares that the hunger games would cause).

I hope that you like it!!

**Send me aus and ships and I’ll tell you my headcanons**

Silent Treatment.

Scott - Scott doesn’t like it when you give him the silent treatment because he loves to be cuddled up with you & be by your side 24/7. He’ll most likely kiss every inch of your face missing your lips until you give in. His kisses are your weaknesses

Stiles - When you give stiles the silent treatment he paces around the room nervously & tries to figure out what he did wrong. He goes out and buys your favorite snacks & calls you over for a movie night. That always makes it better.

Derek - Now derek gets alittle hostile when you give him the silent treatment. He pretends he doesn’t care until he has enough of not talking to you for a couple of hours. He doesn’t say anything to you, he just grabs you without a word & brings you to the bed to cuddle. He knows how much you love to cuddle seeming as if you & him always fuss over him not wanting to cuddle with you.

Liam - He’ll cautiously ask if you & him could talk about why your not talking to him. & he listens intensely to see what he did wrong and how he could make it up to you. He might bring a little sass here and there which always makes you crack a smile.

Brett - He would pin you down to any surface your near until you talk to him, it always turns out to him & you running to the bedroom with the door closed. & lets just say there was no sleeping going on in that room between you two.

Theo- Theo would intently watch you from across the room just so you could look at him & as creepy as it seems, you secretly like when you can feel his gaze upon you running over your body. You can feel desire & hunger just thinking about the way theo is looking at you right now. Theo loves when you give him the silent treatment because all he has to do is have his eyes roam your body, he knows it gets you flustered. You always give in the never ending thoughts get you worked up.

Fic: Bonding

Based off this AU idea: you crouched down to coo at my baby but i forgot to tell you their favorite thing to do is to play with people’s hair and now they won’t let go of you.

Modified slightly, but still fucking adorable, if I do say so myself. ~1450 words, G.

Kurt couldn’t help but smile at Josie’s happy babbles as they jogged (well, he was jogging, she was in her stroller) through Central Park. The weather was gorgeous, Josie had allowed him to put on her shoes without any fussing, and he even had enough time to stop for a quick pastry on the way home if he kept this pace up.

Unfortunately, Josie chose that moment to take off her shoes and chuck them in opposite directions, one landing on the other side of the footpath and the other nearly falling into a pile of goose poop in the grass nearby. Kurt ran to rescue that one first, leaving one arm stretched back towards her stroller like that could keep her from causing any more mischief while he had to look away.

He nearly dropped it again when he turned back and saw a handsome stranger approaching, Josie’s other shoe in hand.

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just a few thoughts about this episode (will write something more in-depth later, as usual):

  • not enough Tulip in these last two episodes. instead of repeating the Saint of Killers (SoK) montage a million times, we could’ve gotten more scenes with her. I knew immediately that it was Odin’s version of hell that the SoK was living out - reliving the worst moments of his life eternally - so it was really unnecessary to take up that much of the episode repeating it so many times. This is probably the first stylistic choice this show has made that I really disliked, but at least the background music was amazing.
  • based on what we got in this episode and will get in the next one (based on the “next on” and Comic Con trailers) - I really REALLY hope Tulip doesn’t forgive Jesse super-quickly. He’s consistently treated her poorly throughout the season and never told her about Genesis and just…he’s crossed so many lines with her and fed so much into her trust and abandonment issues if they are just 100% ok with each other right away after the finale, it will be very jarring to me. since they’re sort of starting next season where the comics actually begin, it’s also odd that Jesse doesn’t seem to have much to overcome to EARN tulip back like he did at the beginning of the comics. actually, I hated how Tulip forgave Jesse so easily and so often in the comics and I don’t want to see that on the show. I want them to work through their shit. tulip deserves better than a simple “I’m sorry,” and also like…part of the development of their relationship is dealing with these issues, not just letting them fall by the wayside. why let the exploration of the emotional fallout of everything that happened this season go to waste? besides not being realistic, it’s missing out on a great writing opportunity.
  • I loved that Tulip was genuinely like “good for you” when Emily said she was dating the mayor. She probably thinks he’s a tool, but Tulip wanted Emily to feel good about herself. 
  • Emily’s weirdly quiet breakdown upon her Psycho-based epiphany was very well done and interesting and disquieting. What will become of her and her kids? I really have no idea. Watching her release those guinea pigs, which will definitely die in the wild, gave me a weird sense of foreboding. Is Emily a guinea pig? Or can she survive now that she’s “free?”
  • Cassidy’s desperate hunger broke my heart. And his scene with Jesse was great but also broke my heart more because Cassidy believes that Jesse using the fire extinguisher on him and then leaving him there was what counted and he didn’t need more of an apology than Jesse had already given him. He has literally no self-esteem at all. But Jesse was truly sorry, you can tell.
  • Every scene with Fiore and Deblanc was pure gold. Deblanc’s protectiveness of the innocent and single-minded Fiore who was totally willing to prostitute himself so they could get a ticket to hell and his gentle intonation of “my dear” just about killed me. And Fiore loves comics as well as cheetos, which is very important to me.
  • The scene with Sheriff Root and the “disarticulated” seraph was heartbreaking. When he wept as he killed her, you know it was because he was thinking maybe my son was right to ask for death. Maybe there’s no escaping this monster swamp, ever, and what I’m doing now is a mercy.
  • So many missing and dead children, explicitly or implicitly mentioned on this episode starting at the very beginning when Sheriff Root talks to Jesse about child-killing much as he did back in his first conversation with Fiore and Deblanc. The SoK’s child died and he killed an entire school of children in return. Carlos is on the chopping block for having killed Tulip’s child. Fiore and Deblanc want to save their child and risk the depths of hell to do it.
  • It’s pretty much confirmed in this episode that Deblanc is a demon as he references how awful hell is, and no one can deny that Fiore and Deblanc are clearly in a relationship after this episode. I think Deblanc survived - remember how they always come back, but they can’t control where their body materializes? Maybe he materialized elsewhere in hell and perhaps he even finds Eugene. I’m choosing to be optimistic about this.