Reading over this weekend’s edits to the manuscript whilst I drink some coffee. Because I’m exciting and unpredictable like that.
I had to take the boys to work with me today. I cleared all the expensive stuff out of my lab and hid them in there. I secretly felt like Greg Brady trying to hide the rival high school’s mascot goat in his bedroom. And if you’re old enough to get that reference, congratulations. You’re old and will probably die soon. Seriously.
I made the mistake of trying to clean up the house before the kids went to bed. With my six year old still up, it was like brushing my teeth while eating Oreos.
What would the Matsuno bros be like at Thanksgiving dinner (even though japan doesn't observe thanksgiving xD)?
Matsus On Thanksgiving
First and foremost, every single one of them would absolutely eat like pigs. I mean, cmon, all that good food is just sitting right there, of course they’re gonna eat as much as they can! But to get to specifics…
Probably tries to eat half the turkey all by himself, proceeds to get beaten up by the rest of his brothers
Most likely to try and start a food fight at some point
Sneaks out immediately after dinner is over so he doesn’t have to help wash the dishes
Probably one of THOSE people who purposely starts a controversial conversation just to watch everyone else argue.
Immediately falls asleep on the couch afterwards, but wakes up as soon as dessert is served
Actually relatively polite, makes sure everyone else has everything they want to eat before he himself starts to eat
Tries to keep the conversation civil, but ultimately starts debating various topics along with everyone else
Helps clean up afterwards, mostly with putting away leftovers (he probably sneaks some more food at this point too)
Afterwards he tries to entertain everyone by playing his guitar
(Nobody will admit it but his playing is pretty good, he was able to lull some of them to sleep)
Somehow he became the center of action for passing around all the food, so it takes him longer to finish his dinner than the others
“Can you pass th-” Yeah yeah, here you go.
After Osomatsu started up a controversial conversation Choro was the first to jump in and start arguing
He’s also that guy who’s completely sure that he’s right, no exceptions.
After dinner is over he helps with the dishes, still occasionally trying to start the debate back up
Very quiet throughout the meal, though he does enjoy listening to his brothers argue
Sneaks some of the turkey into his pocket so he can share it with his cat friends later, when things have quieted down
Avoids the kitchen like the plague after the meal is done so he doesn’t have to help tidy up
If someone DOES ask him to help clean, he probably pretends to sleep, though he doesn’t fool anybody
Most likely to shove somebody’s face in the pumpkin pie during dessert
Very loud the entire time, and very enthusiastic
BANNED from passing food to anybody, because he’s more likely to throw it than to hand it nicely
Also banned from helping to clean up, as he’d probably just make a bigger mess
When Ichi goes to give some food to the cats Jyushi joins him and makes comments about how cute the cats are
Everyone tries to keep him from having too much dessert (the last thing this boy needs is more sugar) but he somehow ends up eating half a carton of ice cream anyway
Refuses to touch any food that someone else might have touched beforehand (like a roll, let’s say) because they’re probably contaminated with germs
Second most likely to get really heated during the dinner time debate
(Though in his case he’s just really petty, not so much actually angry)
Will begrudgingly help clean up afterwards, if only because doing so makes him look like a better son
Doesn’t eat very much dessert because he’s “trying to watch his weight,” despite the fact that he ate a ton during dinner itself
i don’t know how i truly feel about daryl dixon this season, but i do know carol’s got a memento of his in her pocket somewhere because the characters in this universe love to hold onto tiny objects and bring them out at random times TO PULL ON OUR FUCKING HEARTSTRINGS WHENEVER THEY WANT as if this is something they have with them at all times so shes basically lying down to go to sleep looking at this object to give herself solace every time she catches her rest she probably thinks about him killing squirrels and eating snakes and is just like
This lady can’t afford six eggs, which always struck me as a little odd but I figured maybe that was normal in a poor French village. I mean, look at all the little kids she has; she probably struggles to afford any kind of food that would feed all of them… Right?
But later we discover something interesting about Gaston:
Gaston eats five dozen eggs every day. That’s 60 eggs. SIXTY. Which adds up to 420 eggs per week. No wonder this poor village doesn’t have enough of them to go around!
Gaston, who is very well-respected and successful and probably makes good money from his fabulous hunting skills, is cornering the entire egg market. To feed his addiction, he probably has to constantly go around and buy out every farmer’s supply of eggs, which causes the price on any remaining eggs to skyrocket.
Gaston is singlehandedly destroying the town’s economy.
Way to go, Gaston. You may be popular, but I’m sure that at least the chicken farmers were relieved when you fell to your death.
So about 4 days ago my brother was working in the yard and he was getting rid of this big old plastic pot we had that was already falling apart. To fit it in the garbage bag he had to smash it into smaller pieces with a shovel.
But when he dumped out the dirt….
…eggs. Ten little eggs.
My mom brought them in to show me. Not knowing what they were or if they were dangerous or not, she asked me if I wanted to take one and open it up outside to make sure it wasn’t full of baby bugs or something. I told her that they were definitely reptile eggs but she was still giving them the ‘I-still-don’t-trust-that-they-aren’t-bugs’ look.
I knew there was no way it was full of bugs and I wouldn’t be able to get it off my mind if we cut one out and killed it. But then I remembered candling.
If you don’t know what candling is, it’s when you put a flashlight under an egg to check if it’s fertile or not.
So I told her to hold on and I ran to get a flashlight.
Lo and behold they were not bugs.
It was our first time ever candling anything so we weren’t exactly sure what to look for. The only videos I had ever seen for candling an egg was a video talking about how some geckos lay eggs without a mate but there is a rare chance they could be fertile anyway; the eggs in the video were always empty though. So we checked all the eggs and they were all alive and responsive. I managed to convince my family that I was 99% sure they were lizards of some kind.
Since we kind of accidentally destroyed their nest and a storm was coming we set out to give them somewhere safe to hatch.
We got a pot and filled it with damp dirt like the one we found them in but smaller. After candling each egg, we made a divot in the dirt and placed each egg half in and half off, careful not to turn them too much and damage them.
My mom did some research and found that the eggs needed to be kept somewhere with good humidity so we got a plastic book crate, drilled some holes in it, and filled the bottom with wet paper towels.
The mystery eggs were put in the garage where it was just as hot as outside but safe from the huge thunderstorm.
Day 2 of eggs and nothing happened. We didn’t think anything would happen just yet but we were all a little worried that we were doing the wrong thing. It was my day to go finish up cleaning up the dirt and shards from the broken pot in the yard when I found another egg.
I picked it up and it wasn’t as firm as the others. In fact it was leaking. I called my mom and candled the little guy. He was just as alive as the others were. There wasn’t much room in the new incubator with the other eggs so we got a tiny beta fish tank we haven’t used in years and fixed it up for the egg. We put it in the garage next to the others.
Now this egg had me worried. He had been out in the storm with a damaged egg. I would go out and check on him throughout the day. Not a thing happened and I was starting to worry that he didn’t make it.
Day 3 of eggs was interesting. I went out to check again on little egg 11 with my mom. She asked how the others were doing and wanted to see. It was fogged up on the inside so I shone a light through and saw it. A head! A little baby lizard head poking out of the egg!
The incubator was taken inside and everyone was gathered around the table. We would all switch from watching the eggs, to someone doing research, to checking the eggs, to setting up the empty tank we had, to checking the eggs again.
All together 4 little lizards were hatching. They’d kick for a bit in their eggs but then fall asleep because it was so tiring.
After a while my mom got concerned about one that hadn’t opened its eyes in ages. It wasn’t moving. I picked up the egg and put it in my hand. I rubbed the shell and gently gave it little tugs. Then out the baby came!
This little guy came out healthy and fast. After a brief look-around he ran out of my hand and back into the pot. Then over the edge of the pot to explore the hides we fit in.
After 4 of the babies fully hatched and we figured out what we were going to do, we put the incubators in the spare tank we had so we could keep an eye on them. At that point it was a little past 1:00am and a 5th egg started to hatch.
Day 4 of eggs and lizards we went to the local pet store to get something that these super small babies could eat. Luckily, Petco carries super small crickets and meal worms. We loaded up on reptile supplies: bus, vitamin dust, hides, heat lamps, you name it we probably bought it.
Upon getting home my mother and I readied the tank.
At that point all but two eggs had hatched. One we thought wasn’t going to make it because it didn’t react when I candled it, and the other was number 11 who was found a day late and broken. We decided to move the two into one incubator instead of two while we moved 9 of the lizards into their temporary home.
When we look for them they were hiding in the incubator all curled up together under a plant we had put in. They actually seem to do that everywhere they decide to hide which is kind of surprising to me. I thought they were going to all be really territorial with each other. But they seem to like each other more than I thought they would.
After a few hours, number 11 hatched and he was just as healthy and fast as the others despite being through the storm earlier. Not too long after that, the last egg hatched. He was much smaller than the others but equally as fast. We added them both to the tank with the others and they hid as quick as a ninja.
Day 5 of lizards was mostly setting up heat lamps and lights and worrying if they were okay. They stayed hidden under rocks and brush. We never saw them eat so we went back to researching.
Day 6 of lizards and they are alive and well! They’ve taken a liking to the new heat lamp and have been scuttling around there all day. I even saw one eat a cricket!
Even the smallest of the bunch was enjoying himself in the warmth :)
I will continue to take care of them until it comes time to release them back to their natural habitat. I’ll keep you all updated. It’s such a strange and wonderful learning experience :)
despite all the 'i need healing' memes, they're usually pretty nice. they know the entire team is watching and waiting for them to crash and burn
either spawn from hell or just here to have a good time (usually the latter). will probably try to say hi at the enemy spawn
very friendly. will almost never get their ult to go off but won't be salty about it. thanks healthpacks
KINKY. either cursed as shit or will say hello to anything and everything. anyone that mains reaper has dreamt of him crushing their head between his monster thighs
VANILLA. it's okay though, most people want to fuck him but can't explain it
definitely only here to have a good time since she's basically useless until the devs give her a monster buff. if the player spams the boop voiceline you will hear that noise in your nightmares forever
very high chance they're gay. very high chance one of the enemy team will switch to tracer because they're annoying
absolute sweethearts who will risk life and her other eye to keep you alive. secretly enjoys watching the person she's nanoboosted lose their fucking mind trying to make the most of it though
again, really sweet. unless they're on ilios in which case he's public enemy number one and even if he's on your team you shoudn't trust him
probably picked healer because everyone else picked genji and hanzo. alternatively, a masochist. if the pistol is used a lot they probably mained medic in TF2 and don't fear god or death
most likely play competitive too much. another top tier picks for gays but they probably have clinical depression
[flicking teleporter on and off] welcome to my reality welcome to my reality
in the top three most likely to say hi in spawn. please get behind him
this one is skin dependent. normal roadhogs are like your weird uncle but roadhogs with the islander or junkenstein's monster skin are maniacs and will hook your entire ancestral line across the map
i've only ever seen like three. cryptids
tied with tracer and zenyatta as a pick for gays. a good zarya will take your bullets and shove them back up your ass at mach-1 speed
the chaotic good of the universe. probably has play of the game before the match has even started
probably tried to play bastion in competitive once and that was enough. anyone that places him on that elevator thing in hollywood is a scorpio
they take skirmish way too seriously
THE CHAOTIC EVIL TO D.VA'S CHAOTIC GOOD. the sound of a riptire is actually an effective tactic to kill the enemy team irl because half of them will have a stroke out of stress
lava eating machine. all of them are cursed and i'm personally afraid of him
57 shots, 1 kill. if they're using the odile skin they're probably a straight male
Presumably, if adult humans are weird, then human kids must be weird as well. But of course, since aliens probably wouldn’t interact with human children too much, there might not be much about them in the human guide.
Imagine a human leaving her kid with an alien friend because her SO is sick and none of her human crewmates are able to act as babysitter and she’s got an important meeting. So she goes to the meeting and the alien takes her kid to one of the rooms in the ship that acts as a sort of play area.
Then, when the human comes out of the meeting, she picks her phone up and sees that she has some missed calls…
1st call: “Hey, Katie, it’s me, Grit. I know you’re probably in the meeting by now and can’t answer your phone, but I was just wondering… Jackie’s been chasing the other kids a lot, is she hunting them? Is that part of the whole predatory instincts thing? They all seem to be having fun— at least I think so, they’re all making that weird noise you guys make— but I just thought I’d let you know. And, um, listen… she’s not going to try and eat the ones she catches, is she?”
2nd call: “Hi, Katie, Grit again— look, I know that you guys are descended from tree climbing mammals and so your offspring need climbing equipment to satisfy those instincts— but there’s no way she’s supposed to be that high, right? None of the other parents are doing anything and I can’t go up and get her down because my hooves can’t get a grip on the frame. She’s right on top and— NO!<incomprehensible noises that sound like a cross between the moo of a cow and the bray of a donkey>— okay, so she’s swinging from the bars. One of the other humans just explained that that’s normal. He’s offered me some coffee, but I said no because I’m pretty sure that stuff’s toxic. I’ll try not to call again unless there is an emergency.”
3rd call: “I’m so sorry, Jackie’s been injured. She tripped over and seems to have lost a layer of skin from her knee. She’s making these noises and there’s liquid coming from her eye sockets and I don’t know what to do! Please pick up! There’s blood and the coffee offering human keeps saying she should suck the blood out or something. Is that a thing? Does your species’ saliva have healing properties? Shoud I call a medic?! Please pick up!”
4th call: “Sorry for that last message. Jackie seems to be doing fine now. I don’t know how— she should be laid out for weeks after an injury like that! Please, for my sanity, can you get a human babysitter next time?”
tom holland in england: adorable cozy boy who wears soft clothes, walks his dog, drinks tea and hangs out with his mom. practices lines in the morning, goes out to pubs and gets a lazy happy kind of drunk. is asleep by 10 pm everynight without fail. probably cries while watching titanic and likes the smell of grass
tom holland in new york: This Bitch™ who wears tight clothes that are all dark like his soul. titties are Hard and tattoo gun is Out. goes boxing every day and probably is always in the mood to make out with somebody. lowkey sleepy all the time. he’ll kick your ass he’ll kick my ass he’ll kick his own ass
tom holland in california: a fuckboy with a heart of gold. never wears a shirt, probably doesn’t even own shirts anymore bc he burned them all then lit a joint on the flames. eats raw fruit a lot and drinks only ice cold water. smells like sea salt and always has some sand in his hair. he loves life he loves himself and he loves his friends. good vibes man
A classic, nice simple sauce, would eat this no problem. Probably tastes pure and the kids would love it. 7/10
Fun, simple, but dangerously close to Mac n Cheese with that level of orange saturation. They would probably steal your labeled food from the fridge, simply shameful. Not sure what the purple spots are either, not sure if i’d eat this one. 5/10
Shameful, it appears to be a few noodles left on a plate, what a waste. Would not eat someone’s leftovers. 0/10
Elegant, simple, modern. Reminiscent of a pizza, which is a fresh new way to approach the subject. The stray noodle is a little worrying, but for the most part they’re a hardworking, well put together pasta. Would hang this up in my modern art gallery. 8/10
Not sure how to feel about this one. While the sauce is one of the best renditions I’ve seen, beautiful detail, the rest of the dish is lacking. The leaves look dangerous, like those delinquents that try to roll with the pure kids, but we’re onto them. I love the symmetry of the three noodles rising from the sauce, would eat them for sure. Not so sure about the rest. 6/10
Fake. This obviously canned pasta is trying to play itself off as genuine, unforgivable. While the taste is probably fine, a pasta you’d let your daughter hang out with, it doesn’t excuse the fact that it’s a filthy liar. would not eat for fear of my health. 2/10
A very small noodle, good with young children, tries their best at all times. It has the perfect portion of sauce for such a tiny thing, and it deserves all it can get. I would eat this, but gently, as not to intimidate it. 9/10
Magnificent! Tasty! A real winner of a dish! The attention to detail and shading simply astonishes me. This dish is to die for, and the kind you’d bring home to your mother. Simply lovely, would definitely eat. 10/10
This is just abhorrent, not tasty at all. The choice of thick white noodles surrounded by a yellow liquid, while an interesting take, is incredibly inaccurate and tasteless. Would not eat, especially with that trident thing. 1/10
flavourless, an absolute bore of a dish. White I appreciate the detail of the cell shaded noodles, they lack charisma and courage. Would be a true pure friend, someone you can rely on, but very easily manipulated and a momma’s boy. Need’s more saturation if it want’s to roll with the big boys. 4/10.
I feel like this is a failed attempt at what HTC excelled at. The abstract look they’re going for just doesn’t execute well at all. And that black border feel’s very threatening and hostile, as if I’m not allowed to eat it. The kind of pasta who has problems with it’s masculinity. Probably wouldn’t eat. 3/10
Why the fuck is there chocolate syrup on my pasta. 0/10
When we say “executive dysfunction”, I think it’s important to acknowledge to ourselves (and make clear to those who don’t struggle with it) that we’re talking about a basket of different struggles that we’re labeling with one name for convenience. One person’s executive dysfunction may not look like another person’s, even though the outcome (not being able to complete a task) may look similar from the outside.
Some people with executive dysfunction struggle to break down tasks into their component steps. Others struggle to connect cause and effect (’if I do this, this other thing will likely happen’), which makes daily life a confusing and sometimes terrifying black box. Still others can break down steps and parse out cause and effect, but they can’t start the first task (hello anxiety my old friend), or they get partway through and get distracted by a tangent or forget what the next step was because there were more than three (ah add i never miss you because you never leave), or they run out of energy before they can finish (tons of situations can cause this, both physical and mental). Sometimes people have a poor sense of how long it will take to do tasks, never seeming to budget enough because they don’t track time internally well. Others can only complete a task when they have sufficient adrenaline to spike their brain into focus, which usually means working in panic mode, which associates those tasks with Bad Feelings and further reinforces any anxiety the person may have.
And this isn’t just a few people. This is large-scale, across many groups struggling with different issues, from heavy metal poisoning to autism to add to chronic illness to anxiety to schizophrenia to mood disorders to traumatic brain injury, and more.
What we need, as a society, is to build better structures for supporting those with executive dysfunction, structures that acknowledge the multiple different types and causes. Because we cannot keep throwing the baby out with the bathwater here. We throw away incredible human potential that could help all of us because our society is set up to require a single skill which a large percentage of our teen and adult society doesn’t have and can’t easily develop (or they would have, trust me), or previously had by has temporarily lost due to injury or illness.
Instead of treating executive function as something that some people have developed and others haven’t, like artistic skills or a talent in maths or the ability to visualize systems or managing people, we treat it as a default that some people haven’t mastered because they’re [insert wrongheaded judgment here].
What if we treated the visual arts that way? If you can’t draw skillfully, you must be deficient in some way. How can you not draw? Anyone can draw. You start as a young child with crayons, what do you mean you can’t do this basic task?
Never mind that it’s a really complex skill by the time you’re expected to do the adult version, rather than the crayon version. Never mind that not everyone has been able to devote energy to developing that skill, and never mind that not everyone can visualize what they want to produce or has the hand-eye coordination necessary to accomplish it.
Now, I have friends who say that anyone can draw, and maybe they’re right on some level. But it’s hard to deny that it helps that drawing is optional. That you can opt out and no one thinks any less of you as a person. Executive function is treated as non-optional, and to some extent, since it’s involved in feeding and clothing and cleaning and educating oneself, it’s not entirely optional. But we make all of those tasks much harder by assuming by default that everyone can do them to an equal degree, and that no one needs or should need help.
If we built a society where it was expected that I might need timed reminders to eat, I would probably remember to do it more often. I certainly did as a child, when the adults around me were responsible for that task. Now that I’m an adult, the assumption is that I somehow magically developed a better internal barometer for hunger. Many people do. But I and many others did not. Recognizing that there are many of us who need help and treating that need as normal would go a long way toward building support into the basic fabric of our society.
But then, I guess that’s been the cry of disability advocates for decades; just assume this is a thing people need help with and build the entire structure with that assumption in mind.
Got7 reaction to you walking out of their room in nothing but a tee shirt and sexy underwear when the other boys are there and saying sleepily “Oppa come to bed” please?
When he sees you standing at the frame of the door mouthing to him “Come to bed”, Jaebum being an angel will smile at you, tell you to go cuddle yourself in bed, give him five minutes to make the boys go to their homes and he’ll come to cuddle you. He told you before going after you. Stopping you in the middle, he kissed the temple of your neck and whispered. “Do this one more time, and I’m gonna back fire at you. They saw something reserved for my eyes.” he said as he cupped your pussy. “That’s mine and I don’t like others to see it. Clear? Go to bed, I’ll deal with you tomorrow, Love.”
“Oppa, it’s too loud. Please just come to bed.” you’ll say, tiredly rubbing your eyes with the end of Jinyoungs’ dress shirt you were wearing. The dress shirt lifted a little and the end of the Victori Secret panties, his favourite ones, was on display. “Baby, you are really tired.” he’ll say, before taking you in his arms bridial style and tugging you to sleep with the background of “AWWWWS” coming from Got7 themselves. When in reality, when he tugged you, instead of “Good night”, you received “I saw them. And don’t think they didn’t. Not quite the right decision to tease me in front of the others, don’t you think?”
When he saw you coming out of the room and asking him to come to bed, in nothing but a hoodie and the dark red lace panties showing under the hoodie, Youngjae was quick to kick the boys out, making excuses like “She can’t sleep from the noise.” when the truth was that he couldn’t sleep because of the sudden visit and was very thankful for your interference. And playful. Because of the panties.
When a small voice interuppted the boys saying “Oppa, please come to bed. I don’t want to be alone.” Jackson saw his beautiful angel in one of his t-shirts hair braided and the ribbon of the lace pink thong he gave you, could be seen from the shirt. He forgot about those around him and smiled softly. Standing up from the couch, he’ll accompany you to the floor where no one could hear you two. A light-feather kiss will fall on your forehead and Jackson will ask you to wait just a little bit.
You were a little bratty creature indeed. So when the “emergency meeting” took more than 30 minutes, you got upest. They ruined the perfect mood for a wild night. You kknew Mark was nice to Got7 and he wouldn’t kick them out without a little push. So you put on his grey hoodie and steped in the living room. “Oppa, I know t’s probably really important, but can’t it wait until tomorrow?” Mark smiled, knowingly and was quick to add “Boys,she’s right. Let’s do this tomorrow. It’s really late.” Soon they were all out and Marks eyes were full of lust. “So, where were we?”
Bam Bam was angry when the boys ringed on the door bell. He was just about to eat his dessert, you, for being a good boy, and Got7 decided to show up. He couldn’t just kick them out, so he told you he’ll come back soon and if he doesn’t you to just fall asleep. Which actually happend. You fell asleep, the boys came in and asked where you were. BamBam told them you’re sleeping and everyone went to check, which caused you to wake up. “Oppa, are you coming back to bed?” “Soon baby, I’m coming soon. Sleep for now.”
If the others couldn’t kick the boys out, Yugyeom couldn’t for sure. The maknae was having actually a pretty good time, but he was worrying if his kitten, you, will be alright to sleep alone, to which the answer was “No.” Soon you were standing in the middle of the living room wearing only his sweater and black panties with a ribbon that fell down your legs and was clearly visible. And then the voice of an angel came “Oppa, come to bed please!” and Yugyeom became as hard as a fucking rock. Yugyeom called you and told you to lie on his legs to sleep if you want and you obligated fast and happy. Yugyeom’s lap was your throne after all. When you layed your head you heared a hushed whisper “ What I’ll do to you once they are gone. Wait and see.”
10 things I learned in my first seven months of college
1. just because you walk to all your classes doesn’t mean you’re immune to the freshman fifteen, turns out, you actually have to exercise
2. the freshman fifteen can be the freshman zero, to the freshman fifty, not gonna lie, it all depends on you
3. just don’t even think about leaving your dorm or your apartment without all relevant chargers and headphones, you’ll regret it, and even though you think you’re gonna come back to your dorm soon your probably won’t
4. you’ll probably oversleep if you take a nap between your classes, or you’ll have to sprint to make it in time
5. if attendance is required, just go, even if attendance isn’t requirED JUST GO
6. even if you have readings assigned per class, don’t wait until the test to read them all, if you wanna wait, read a week’s readings at a time, do not wait until the test if you don’t have to!
7. if you have a FULL meal plan, and haven’t eaten 2-3 meals a day there, don’t waste your money on fast food unless absolutely necessary, i know dining hall food gets annoying but just eat it, your wallet will thank you eventually
8. you probably won’t dress up more than 4-5 times a month to go to class, make sure your sweatpants/leggings/gym shorts are clean
9. just set a time to wash your laundry, also don’t be afraid to take people’s clothes out, also don’t wait until your hamper is full to wash, try to wash every 1-2 weeks (including your linens!!!!!!)
10. going out the weekend before a test is noT beneficial at all
don’t report ana/mia blogs. you aren’t helping ANYONE! in fact you’re making their current condition worse. just because their account gets shut down does not make them all the sudden not ana/mia. also no one develops an eating disorder from a pICTURE! being in this community i know that it’s kinda hard to find these blogs. you have to actually look for them. so why are you going out of your way looking for us just to hate us. someone would have to search to be here meaning they probably already have an eating disorder. without a lot of my ana buddies i probably would not be here. they help me stay safe. our convos are not at all saying we’re too fat or anything like that. it’s making sure you’re achieving your goals, alive. we always check up on one other making sure they aren’t putting themselves too far into danger. making sure they don’t fast for too long. making sure they don’t push themselves too hard. making sure they’re okay. we are loving and caring in a weird way. just leave our community and let us be us. we cant just stop this illness. we would if we could. so just let us help one other through this horrible illness.