make peace with food

A cure for War? Furiously spending the same daily amount of money toward making friends. Being an indispensable source of food, shelter, peace, and cultural support dedicatedly spending 9 billion dollars a month on helping people would be a formidable enemy of evil.
—  Vanna Bonta

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.
Food for thought

Maybe talk to someone privately if you have a concern or problem with their work, in a calm manner.
Maybe don’t call them out publicly.
Maybe don’t slander people’s name.
Treat people, no matter how you feel about them, with the same respect you would like to be treated with if you had made a similar mistake.
The point of a fandom is to support one another, to be civil with each other because we have a common love for something, because we too want to be supported. So be kind, support each other. Handle things in a way you would want someone to handle them with you.

And most importantly don’t ruin the entire fandom for somebody else.

anonymous asked:

I'm having a down night after feeling okay for almost a full week, do you have any routines you do or things you watch/listen to when you feel yourself starting to spiral?

yeah I have a list of self care/calming stuff:

-turn off all lights in my room and listen to a podcast

-free write for 10 minutes about my thoughts/feelings

-write down all the things i’m grateful for

-listen to some asmr videos- I like paper folding a lot

-calm.com is a pretty cool website (it’s also an app!) where you can choose a bunch of soothing nature sounds + breathing exercises

-asoftmurmur.com is great one for creating your own custom calming background sounds- you can choose the type of nature/calming noises you want and it mixes it for you

-chill anime beats playlist on soundcloud is so good

-if you use spotify at all, the playlists ‘4am comedown’, ‘brain food’, and ‘musical therapy’ are nice

-slime, calligraphy, pottery, kinetic sand, paint mixing videos on instagram (search the tags) and theres a bunch of blogs on here that post them too if you look around (i have a sideblog where i just reblog them if you want to look on that/who i reblog from)

-i personally haven’t done anything with this yet but i found out that pixar has a free online class on khan academy? so if you want to just learn some cool tips that could be fun. also just looking around on khan academy for something you’re interested in could be a good distraction

-the peaceful cuisine channel is fantastic!! they make food that’s filmed beautifully with just the cooking sounds and no talking/music

hope that helps!

“I’m sorry. I know you loved him.”

@the-scorpion-feels(yes that is a steven universe reference)

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Bow  down  you  clowns,  answer  to  me.
Show  them  what  you’ll  be  for  the  great  Conchita 

Lovely Gatherings- Embry Call

Imagine where your Leah’s best friend and the Clearwater’s have a BBQ and the pack is there and Embry imprints on you.-Anon.
Word count: 541
*requests are open*


I squeaked as Seth opened the door, hitting me with it in the process. Now, two things can happen when a giant wolf-boy nearly runs you over. First, they can stop in time and leave you with just a racing heart and the need to catch your breath. Secondly, they can take a second too long and knock you over, leaving you as just a pile of skin and emotions on the floor. Unfortunately for me, it was the latter.

“This is it, this is how I’m going to die. Congratulations, you’re a murderer.” I said from my spot on the floor. Leah laughed and stepped around me, careful not to tread on my hair.

“Sorry, Y/N, I didn’t see you.” Seth grinned. He reached for my hand, but I just stayed how I was. He laughed and picked up my limp arm, letting it fall back to the floor.

“No use, Seth. You killed her. Being the over dramatic little shit she is, the only way to revive her is True Loves Kiss.” Leah said, putting fruit into the jello mix she was making.

“I can handle that.” Seth said. When he leaned down, I jumped up.

“No thanks, Seth. You’re too young for me. Your baby face doesn’t go with your abs.”

Seth shrugged and walked to his room, shutting the door behind him. I started cutting up cucumbers and tomatoes, the basic essentials for any acceptable salad.

Leah and I continued our food making in blissful peace and quiet. Atleast, until the guys showed up. Seth ran outside, where everyone was at. I’d met the majority of the pack, apart from two of them.

The Clearwater gatherings were always big. The majority of the council usually came, as with the Swan family. As Leah’s best friend, I was entitled to go. Mostly, it was just because she hated everyone and needed to be around one person she could tolerate.

“Food is done, help me move this all outside.” I nodded and grabbed a few bowls and server plates. Luckily for me, being a waitress improved balance and carrying abilities.

I helped her put all the things out on a table, taking maybe just a bit too much time on the alignment of everything.

I felt a brush on my hair and jumped a bit, my head snapping up. Standing next to me, just a bit too close, was who I recognized as Embry Call. I knew of him, though we had never met.

“Uhm, hi?” I asked. He was staring at me. And if I’m being totally honest, I was a little freaked out.

“You had a leaf in your hair, sorry. I realize now that was probably totally weird. I’m Embry.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m Y/N.”

“I know. Sorry for creeping up on you, it was totally weird. Uh, I’ll talk to you later, hopefully. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Now, I would not consider myself particularly girly. Usually, I do not have girly responses to things. However, I could not stop myself from giggling like a schoolgirl.

Embry Call. Well, this would be interesting.

Jack Maynard Imagine // Broken Home

“Ugh, I’m so behind on editing. There are so many unedited videos on my camera.”

Jack is lying on our bed with his head buried in a pillow, dreading what he has to do. He gets up to get a drink, pecking me on the lips on the way through the door.

“I’m just gonna flick through these videos,” I call.

I pick up the camera and find the first video. It’s the Girlfriend Tag video, where I was first introduced to his fans. Despite the fact that we’ve been together for three months, we only filmed the video last week. I laugh aloud as I watch it, marvelling over our chemistry.

All of a sudden, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I jump with fright. I was so into that video that I didn’t notice Jack sneak in behind me. I look up at him, smiling, but something else has caught his attention. He is staring at the floor, his eyes wide open. I follow his gaze, and gasp, drawing my hands to my mouth. On the floor lies the camera I was just holding. The lense and screen are shattered, and the whole thing is flickering. And then it goes black. Oh, no.

Jack slowly raises his eyes from the broken camera to me. He glares, fuming.

“I-I-I’m so s-sorry,” I stammer.

He lets out a string of swearing, then picks up the camera, turning it over in his hands. Without warning, he slams it into the ground and kicks it across the room. Hard.

I whimper, and run out of our apartment. Josh and Conor will be home soon, and they have always been better at controlling his temper, not that he loses it very often. That means I’ve really messed up. I walk into the closest coffee shop, and sit down with my head in my hands. A few tears escape my eyes, as I open a string of angry text messages on my phone.

I spend the day walking around London, trying to clear my head. It doesn’t work. When I get hungry, I head home, hoping I can make Jack something good to eat as a peace offering. Food always seems to make him happy. That and having me play with his hair.

I dump my keys in the bowl by the door as I walk into the apartment, only to find our bedroom door locked.

~~~~~Time skip~~~~~

There has been an agonizing silence and tension between the two of us for a week. It gets so bad that I need to talk to someone about it. Josh and Conor know what has happened, but I haven’t exactly talked to them for longer than two minutes about it. I know Jack hasn’t spoken to anyone about it; he has barely left the bedroom.

I’m in the kitchen, talking to our other roommates, when I hear shuffling coming from the bedroom.

“I miss my boyfriend.”

I’m crying into Josh’s shoulder, whilst he rubs my back in a soothing manner. Just like Jack does.

“I miss my girlfriend, too.”

I turn to see Jack standing in the doorway. He looks terrible. His hair is all over the place. His eyes are puffy and have huge black bags under them. He looks like he’s been crying. I have been sleeping on the sofa (even though Conor insisted I take his bed), whilst Jack has had our bed, yet he looks like he’s had less sleep than me.

Jack walks towards me, his arms wide, and I run into them. He engulfs me in a crushing hug. In my peripheral vision, I see Josh and Conor leave. I attempt to apologise to Jack, but he merely presses his lips to mine, to shut me up.

“It was my fault. I made you jump. Stop apologising. Besides, even if it was your fault, I shouldn’t have acted the way I did. I’ve been wanting to talk to you all week, but I’ve been embarrassed about how I behaved.”

This time it’s my turn to shut him up. I kiss him slowly, relieved that this has all been sorted out.

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Jack.”

Hair (Request)

hey! could you do something where you come home from work and walk in on Harry and your daughter and he is doing her hair or something and OMG

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When you’re a mom, getting sick is not ideal. So when you woke up that morning with a pounding head and a throat that felt like daggers, you knew you were in trouble. You laid there in bed, eyes shut and hands trying to shield your face from the intrusive sunlight, and let out a small groan.

Beside you, Harry rolled over and slung an arm over your waist.

“What’s wrong?”

“My head is killing me.” You replied. “And my throat hurts.”

Harry leaned up a bit, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and moved your hand away from your face. You grimaced at the sudden onset of light again as Harry pressed a quick kiss to your forehead.

“You’re burning up, sweetheart.” He said, eyes full of worry.

You were about to reply when you heard the familiar sound of tiny feet padding down the hallway toward your bedroom. Your door creaked open slowly and soon there was a little figure standing at the side of your bed.

“Hi mumma.”

You put on your best smile. “Morning, precious.”

“Can I snuggle?”

Your three-year-old daughter, (Y/D/N) had a habit of crawling into bed with you and Harry in the mornings after she woke up. Typically you didn’t mind; it let you stay in bed a little bit longer. But this morning, you just weren’t feeling it.

Thankfully, Harry came to your rescue and leaned over your shoulder so he could see her.

“Mumma’s not feeling well, lovebug. Why don’t you come on this side and cuddle with daddy this morning?”

You saw your daughter’s eyes grow a little bigger as she looked at you.

“Mumma, are you sick?”

You nodded and reached out to gently caress her hair.

“A little bit, baby. But don’t worry, I’m okay. I think daddy really wants a snuggle this morning though.”

She nodded hesitantly before walking around to the other side of the bed. Harry helped lift her up and get her situated, cradling her under his arm as she laid on his chest.

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Silverflint Domestic AU: Inspired by @mrbarrow‘s awesome Domestic AU gifset. Silver and Flint go back to Miranda’s house and make a peaceful life there with good books, plenty of food, and a comfortable bed. They go fishing, tell each other stories, and tend Miranda’s vegetable garden. It should be too quiet, too sedate, but they’re both so tired of fighting and pretending that it’s only a relief. They’re safe and comfortable and happy together, and finally James can return Flint to the sea and become himself again. 

(Oh, and of course Silver comes home one day with a parrot and Flint is far less than impressed, but his irritation only makes Silver more pleased with his impulse purchase.)