weight freedom

😍🍊🍫😍I am completely in love with this. It tastes like a Terry’s chocolate orange is all natural and only 14 calories a teaspoon!
I picked it up in Sainsbury’s but I’m pretty sure you can get it in other supermarkets in the uk (not sure about the rest of the world)
Honestly this is something I would recommend to anyone (even people who could not care less about what the eat) it tastes so so good!
Would be awesome swirled on bananas nice-cream , pancakes, waffles, cupcakes , warm milk, coffee or (how I roll) directly into mouth 😂

Freedom (Tig x Reader)


Request: sad Tig x reader?

You watched as he laughed with the boys at the bar. You were going to miss everything about this place. From the boy’s mugshots to all of the sluty croweathers hanging around. It’s not like you planned it this way, it was just that you couldn’t take it anymore. The late nights waiting for your man to come home that never bother to show up was getting to you. Also that he would barely even look at you anymore. In the past month you really only talk to Tig once and it was about a club party. Putting away the last few bottles at the bar, you slowly took one last look at the place. This club meant everything to you over the last few years but now it was coming to an end.

Saying goodbye to the boys for the day as they thought, you made sure to kiss your old man on the cheek before you left. You always did even if Tig barely noticed and just went on with his conversion like he always seemed to do. You let out a sigh as you made your way to your parked car. Gemma shouted from her office not to forget about the dinner at her house tomorrow as you took the day off for your plan. Smiling and shouted back that you would never miss it, she waved and you were all set to go home.


You rushed into your house with all of the boxes in hand, making sure that no one saw. If anyone saw an old lady on the run the first thing they would do is tell the club. The town feared them so they wouldn’t just let something like this slide. You didn’t need anyone at the moment ruining this for you. Packing all of your things, you made sure to leave the gifts behind that Tig gave you over the course of your relationship, not needing a reminder that wasn’t memories. When it hit dark outside in Charming you had everything packed and ready to go. Loading your car up set a feeling inside of you that you couldn’t quite get. But as you made your way passed the Charming sign you fully understood what it was. Freedom. The weight of the club and your broken relationship was finally gone and now you were free.


“TIG” Gemma shouted as she saw the curly hair man walked over to his bike. He looked at her waiting for her to go on with it. “Can you go remind your old lady about dinner? I think she might have forgotten since I told her yesterday, she isn’t picking up her phone.” Gemma thought for a moment “Have you heard from her?”

“No sorry Gem, I’ll go get her” Gemma nodded her head happily and made her way back to her office. Tig wouldn’t tell her that the only time he actually saw you lately had been at the clubhouse when you were working. He hasn’t been home in over month with all of the stress from the club he rather just stay there. Not bringing home any of the drama seemed like the right choice or as he thought. Pulling out of the lot, Tig was pretty happy to actually to be going home to you.


Disappointment washed over Tig’s face as he pulled up seeing your car gone. He thought that you were already gone to Gemma’s but was given his answer when he walked into the house. It felt different the minute he opened the door. Not really knowing why, Tig took out his gun getting ready to shoot if needed. Slowly making his way in he noticed everything was in it’s place. Still on alert he went to your guys bedroom. The gun hit the floor with a bang as he entered. His jaw dropped as he looked around the room, everything you owned was gone. Speechless, he didn’t know what to do. Where did you go? He knew that he hasn’t been the best man around lately but he didn’t think it would come to this. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the bottom drawer he laid on the bed, taking in your scent from your side. Tears fell from his eyes but he didn’t bother to wiped them. You were gone and Tig knew you weren’t coming back.


All eyes were Tig as he entered Gemma’s and Clay’s house stumbling. Clay quicking went over to him making sure he wouldn’t hurt himself. No one truly knew what was going on, only that Tig was half drunk in the kitchen but they all knew it was something bad when Tig broke down crying. He was never one for tears. Gemma made her way over the broken man with the others behind her, leaning down to him her heart broke at the slight.

“Tig baby, what’s wrong?” Tig didn’t answer just kept crying, wishing he brought the bottle of whiskey with him more than ever. “Tig did something happen?” still no answer just tears so Gemma try something, knowing where he came from. “Did you have a fight Y/N?” You weren’t here so Gemma knew it was something with you two but just didn’t know what. Tig cried harder at the sound of your name.

“She umm..” Tig was at a lost for words but managed to get out with a hoarse voice “Y/N left me” Tig looked up at everyone who now had shocked looked across their face.

“Honey how do-” Tig cut Gemma off and started to speak

“Her stuff is all gone and her phone is disconnect Gem, I knew I wasn’t good enough but I never thought she would leave without saying goodbye.” Tig brawled into Gemma chest not knowing how to get rid of the pain he felt. The clubs eyes were on their broken brother, they didn’t know that you guys weren’t alright and they wonder how come. They knew they needed to find you to fix this but if you didn’t want to be found, could they find you? Anger filled the room from what you had done. As Tig cry from pain everyone got to work to make sure you would be coming home. But Tig knew and so did Gemma as she also let tears fall. You weren’t coming home, you left this life for a reason and never looked back.

                                                            Jailbait Verse Summary:

After being accused of plotting the next Columbine shooting, seventeen-year-old Jared is sent to three months at Travis County Juvenile Detention Center in Austin, Texas in order to await his court hearing. Frightened and convinced he is innocent, Jared tries to become a fly on the wall to avoid any problems, but conflict and misfortune always seems to find him when he catches the attention of another seventeen-year-old boy named Jensen, who he later learns has been in the detention center for five years prior to his own arrival. High on sex, blood, and violence, the two juveniles will learn the heavy weight of what freedom actually costs.

Chapter Masterlist:

1. Chapter One

2. Chapter Two

Happy Birthday to Ann Dustin Wilson! (19 June 1950)

But the greatest victory I found in my lifelong battle with weight was freedom from the external judgment that ruled me for so long. I go with my instinct now, and not my junior high classmates, my mother’s, male rock critics, or even standard of other women… . I am never going to starve myself again. I am never going to binge and purge to try to make myself pure. Those techniques worked at one time in my life to make me small, but not in the way I wanted to be small. They withered me. I am no longer a heavy person trying to get good – I am just a person, a woman, and a singer in a band … I learned that being smaller wasn’t worth my soul taking up less space

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“ShySL”

When I write poetry.
the only people watching me.
Judging, critiquing, understanding
are the people in my mind.
When I sign poetry.
I can feel thousands of future eyes.
Condensed into one
Camera lens.
I want freedom from those eyes-
their pressing weight
The freedom of being alone.

#actuallydeaf #asl #americansignlanguage #deaftalent #deaf #signlanguage

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                                             Jailbait Verse Summary:

After being accused of plotting the next Columbine shooting, seventeen-year-old Jared is sent to three months at Travis County Juvenile Detention Center in Austin, Texas in order to await his court hearing. Frightened and convinced he is innocent, Jared tries to become a fly on the wall to avoid any problems, but conflict and misfortune always seems to find him when he catches the attention of another seventeen-year-old boy named Jensen, who he later learns has been in the detention center for five years prior to his own arrival. High on sex, blood, and violence, the two juveniles will learn the heavy weight of what freedom actually costs.

The season finale of PoI tho

Root: Alright, Shaw, here’s your new identity, very important.

Shaw: “Mrs. Root, Marital Status: VERY MARRIED, Eye Color: BROWNEST BROWN THAT EVER BROWNED, Height: FIVE FEET AND THREE INCHES OF DREAMS AND FREEDOM, Weight: Two hundred twenty pounds when she lifts up her wifey in a great big hug”?

Root: Oh wow, what a crazy coincidence, I am Mr. Root, let us go to your beautiful house in the suburbs now.

Shaw: …

Root: WE HAVE TO GET A KITTY THE MACHINE SAYS.

It is seriously so upsetting to think how much of my life this eating disorder has taken from me. The last 2 years at uni have been hell, I haven’t been able to make the friendships everyone else has. Everyone is talking about what they want to do after uni and having dreams/plans while I’m still stuck in this living hell of an ED, not able to cope when I “eat too much”. Having panic attacks, crying, isolating myself all because of my body/weight/food. It has taken everything from me, everything I ever wanted doesn’t seem important anymore. The only thing that matters is food, my weight and the amount of exercise I did each day, how fucking crazy does that sound? I want my passion, drive, motivation to succeed back. I want to make friends again and actually have/enjoy a social life, I want to enjoy food again and not freak out over how much I ate the day before or how much exercise I did/didn’t do.

I want to be free.

Festive Lacerations - Chapter Three

Darkness swarmed like a shroud of flies, blurring Batman’s vision and stuffing his throat with fluttering wings. Every inhale brought forth a cough, every dreary thought caused a stumble of his breath. The air stank of freezing mud puddles and weak sunlight. A tiny but painful heartbeat pounded against his skull, making his skin cold and his muscles weary. A single memory of thin metal sliding into his skin caused his eyes to blink open. A myriad of gray tones swam before his vision. With a dry tongue that sat thick and heavy in his mouth, Batman turned his head to scope out his surroundings. The sound of his cowl catching against fabric made him reconsider his current position. He was situated on a raggedy bed that squealed underneath his weight. In regards to freedom of movement, the ropes curled over his abdomen and legs were nothing compared to the ropes that suspended his arms above his head. The gauntlets, for the most part, protected his skin from chaffing. But that didn’t stop the loss of circulation. His hands were worryingly numb and his shoulders ached something fierce.

A haze of green and purple sharply caught his attention. It made his stomach squirm to hear the Joker say, “Finally! It’s so boring when I have to talk to myself.” He came to stand in front of him, his grin bloody and innocent all at the same time.

“You think this is an improvement?” Batman asked, a sharp and rhetorical edge to his voice. He winced slightly at the relentless throbbing between his eyes.

“Oh, it is. You’re just too disoriented to realize it, dear. A good ten miles from the heart of Gotham in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.”

Batman just glared incredulously. “Right, because no one thinks to look in abandoned warehouses.”

Joker frowned. “Trust me, Batman. Our little pointy-nosed friend won’t find us here. This warehouse was deserted over sixty years ago. The rats and the mold have corroded nearly every shred of wood.”

“So we’re in plain sight.”

“Technically. But there’s a roof over our heads and at least a hundred meandering passageways that lead away from us. This place is a maze, Batman. And Cobblepot isn’t exactly the shiniest knife in the shed.”

Batman shook his head, a slight movement of exasperation. “He’ll find us, Joker. They always do.”

The Joker sighed, a real and honest frown adorning his face. His down-turned lips revealed only a semblance of the possessiveness he felt stirring within the hollow dip of his stomach. He sat on the bed beside Batman, crossed his legs like a gentleman, and said, “Don’t doubt me, Batman. You haven’t so far in our little dance. I’d hate for it to be your downfall.”

Batman said nothing, only glared at the wall a few feet away. The Joker stared, a giggle forming on his lips. Before Batman could react, the Joker swooped down and quickly crashed their mouths together before leaning back. Batman jerked wildly at the first touch of contact, his eyes hard with anger.

“Sorry, Bats. Couldn’t resist.” The Joker burst into a fit of giggles then, his face aflame with pure joy.

Batman looked at him through the corner of his eye, his mind primarily preoccupied with keeping the dizziness at bay. “What happened to your boundaries?”

The Joker only grinned wider. “I tried not to, Batman. But you just look so cute when you’re all vulnerable.”

Batman growled, his throat rumbling painfully. “I’ll say this once. Don’t touch me again. Or you’ll regret it. Forever.”

The Joker crossed his fingers over his heart. “No problem, darling. Boundaries, remember?”

Batman clenched his fists and looked away, silently pleading for the Joker to leave him alone. Unsurprisingly, the Joker stayed where he was on the side of the bed, looking at Batman like he was the entire mystery of the universe wrapped up before him.

“You have such beautiful baby blues,” the Joker said, his eyes pouring acid into his soul.

Batman shut his eyes tight, a budding headache growing stronger by the second.

“So I’ve heard.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ve heard a lot more than that, too.”

Batman could feel a perpetual frustration tickling his ribs, making him squirm with the urge to bludgeon the Joker’s face with his fists. But his muscles twitched with exhaustion, and the erratic spikes of pain in his skull rendered him weary.

“So, who in this great sparkling city has had the privilege of rolling between the sheets with the great Batman?” No answer traveled back to him. The Joker pouted. “I bet you’re very lucky with the ladies, aren’t you? That Catwoman has had quite the interest in you.”

That got Batman’s attention, and he looked at the Joker with such clear disdain that it sent an icy finger up the Joker’s spine.

“Don’t hurt her, Joker.”

“Oh, so she is something special.” A maniacal flash of darkness brightened his eyes, promising a future of singular pain and suffering.

Batman’s patience snapped, like a cord being strained to its last thread. “You’ve already tortured and killed the people I loved most in this world! How many more do you have to take away until you’re satisfied?!” His eyes burnt with the need to cry, to bruise, to bleed, to cut, but everything was spiraling out of his control. And he could only scream.

Quick as a viper, the Joker only sat silent for a mere moment before he crawled atop Batman, his legs straddling each side of Batman’s hips. Within a second, he had whipped out a pocket knife and plunged it into Batman’s shoulder, making him cry out in pain. Along with the fear toxin still polluting his veins, the nerves shredded by the knife were amplified tenfold, making the pain akin to fire in his bones.

The Joker leaned in threateningly close to Batman’s face, his hand still curled tightly around the hilt of the knife while the other gripped Batman’s other shoulder, as if reminding him to keep still.

When the Joker spoke, it was with a malice that Batman had never heard before. “I will kill every last citizen of Gotham until you’re left with nothing but me. Everyone you’ve ever loved, everyone you’ve ever gave a passing thought about, will die at my hands until there is no one left.”

Everything was a growl, a raging snarl of unbridled wrath. And it made Batman very still, and very quiet. The Joker’s weight atop him put pressure on his bruised ribs, making them protest angrily. But he didn’t dare move, not with the knife so close to his heart.

They stared at each other, Joker heaving with rage while Batman’s chest barely rose. Warm blood pooled beneath his suit and soaked into the mattress below. His eyes grew heavy and his head pounded in a way that made him dizzy.

The sudden slap to his cheek had him reeling. “Wake up, Batman. I’m not done with you yet,” the Joker warned, his hand twisting the knife even further into his shoulder.

Batman didn’t have the strength to flinch or cry out as more blood gushed forth. He could see the familiar soft edges clouding his vision. He used his remaining strength to utter out a warning. Lifting his head, he said, “I’ll kill you before you hurt this city again.”

The Joker chuckled. “We both know you won’t do that.”

Batman’s chest heaved, the Joker’s weight crushing everything that was rendered delicate in his body. “Then I’ll kill myself,” he managed to say, his breaths heavy and uneven. “So you won’t have anyone to play with.”

The Joker merely scoffed. “I’ll still blow this city to ashes.”

“No, you won’t. Because I won’t be there to see it.”

The Joker stared at him, his eyes hard and calculating. “You don’t strike me as the suicidal type, Batsy.”

“I’ll do anything to protect this city.”

The Joker cocked his head to the side. “Except kill me apparently.”

Batman leaned back against the mattress, the muscles in his shoulder straining against the knife buried deep there. “I’ll end everything, Joker. Your purpose in life will be gone. You’ll have nothing left.”

The Joker stared at him for an unsettlingly long moment before bursting into a fit of laughter. Batman was too used to this sudden change in mood to find it disturbing.

“Oh, Batman! I’m sorry to kill the mood, but I keep imagining you alone in a bathtub, your wrists slit open and gushing blood. And you have this adorably sad look on your face!” His laughter turned violent then, his body convulsing in shivers as giggles stole the breath from his lungs.

Batman cringed, the thought of wrists and blades conjuring up painful memories. He wished he could buck the Joker off of him, get him to let go of the knife so he could yank it out of his shoulder and plunge it into Joker’s leg. But his strength was gone, seeping out of his body at the same rate as the blood pouring out of his shoulder.  

“You’re insane,” he whispered, but the intimidation was entirely absent, leaving the comment utterly ineffective.

The Joker stopped laughing and leaned forward again, applying more pressure on his weakened lungs. “And your threat is hollow, Batman. You wouldn’t dare kill yourself. You’d miss me too much.”

Batman weakly shook his head, the light from above growing dim. “Don’t doubt me, Joker. I’d hate for it to be your downfall,” he said, throwing Joker’s words back at him. His smirk faded away as the Joker roughly pulled out the knife. He managed to stifle a groan at the last second. He’d suffered worse, after all.

“Don’t get cheeky with me, Batman. I can do a lot worse than that with this knife,” he said, gesturing to Batman’s injured shoulder.

Batman huffed out a strained breath. “Go ahead and do it, then. It’d be better than listening to you talk.”

Just as the Joker lowered the knife to his face a loud series of shouts were heard in the far distance. The Joker sprang up like a cobra, his spine going straight as a rod. Batman’s smirk returned, along with a renewed sense of vertigo.

“I told you they’d find us,” he said, the last of his strength draining out from his muscles. The Joker only glared, until a wide grin spread his lips apart.

“Nothing more exhilarating than a plan gone wrong, eh Batman?”

Batman frowned. “There’s at least twenty men out there from the sound of it. Heavily armed, with the intent to kill.”

The Joker shrugged and raised the bloody knife to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick the trails of crimson tears. “Practice makes perfect.”

He leaned down again, his face mere inches away from Batman’s. “And as I told you before, you’re my dance partner. You belong to me, and no one else. I’ll make an example of these fine gentleman, and then the entirety of Gotham’s underbelly will know that you are mine.”

Without another word, Joker leaped off Batman’s torso and rounded the corner, his hand reaching into his purple-striped pants to pull out a handgun. A surge of adrenaline caused Batman to sit up straighter, his raging headache and fatigue retreating to the corner of his mind as a new obstacle presented itself. A voice in the back of his mind was screaming at Joker for his stupidity, for he was undoubtedly going to get himself killed. He imagined coming upon the Joker suddenly, his ashen white face marred with a single brain-splattered hole in the center of his forehead. And the image should have been less troubling than it was. But the truth was this: Batman didn’t want to see the Joker die. He wanted him in Arkham, rotting away like the rest of the mass murderers and psychopaths.

When shouts of agony were heard over sporadic laughter, the fear toxin coursing through Batman’s body amplified to a bloody raging pit of anger and adrenaline. With the pain forgotten, Batman used his remaining strength to dislocate his thumb, untangle his wrists, and untie himself from the bed. His knees failed him when he stood, causing him to stumble as he pushed his legs from the ground and forced himself to run. The world around him blurred in a myriad of ugly gray tones, the windows of the warehouse distorting to look like the mouths of monsters. Hallucinations seemed abundant with the apparent after-effects of the fear toxin, but Batman was able enough to discern the fantasy from the reality.

Following the sound of gunshots and the smell of bleeding bullets, Batman rounded a corner to see the Joker, in all his insane and joyous glory, slashing the throats of each man coming to challenge him. He killed the men with their own guns, rushing from pillar to pillar to escape the oncoming bullets. He was in his prime, his trademark smile stretching his face in a truly horrifying manner. Batman had yet to be spotted by the men, hidden in the darkness as he was, but the Joker knew his antics all too well. He searched the shadows deliberately, and when he found the darkly clad body struggling to stand under the angle of a sliver of darkness, the Joker screeched his name like a lovesick schoolgirl.

“Hey, Batsy! Enjoying the show?” he yelled, accentuating the words with a wet slap of his tongue against his lips. The men halted in their confusion, now searching the dark corners of the warehouse. Batman cursed under his breath, silently vowing to hold no punches when taking the Joker back to Arkham. That’s when he noticed one of the men with his eyes still on the Joker. Batman watched, heart pounding loudly in his ears, as the man raised his gun, aimed it at the Joker’s head, and fired. What happened next was a series of white noise all trimmed into film, like a slideshow of images being displayed on a glaring white board. The armor on his chest only slowed the bullet marginally when he flung his body in front of the Joker’s. The tiny piece of metal tore through his chest and the tendons in his already injured shoulder, snapping the bones like twigs and causing a flood of blood to pour from his body. He slid onto the concrete with a barely concealed shout, his body quaking with a renewed sense of torment. His ears rung like a broken bell, the external sounds fading out to nothing more than high, half-strung notes on a violin. He only saw a polished umbrella tip hitting the ground near his face before he blacked out completely.

3rd Year | 22 | Culinary Arts | Tom Felton 


Charles grew up with his parents in a uptight London upper class society having to grow up quickly with his parents working hours and his younger brother depending on it. Helping the nanny that would watch them during the week. Having the title as heir to the family business, Charles was put through private education where he took extra classes in business from the moment he started high school. He was a kind soul who would help and hang out with his friends but as he grew he found himself spending less time with them in favour of studying and focusing on his role as head of the company when the time came.

With the title came very little time for fun and hobbies and even less freedom. The weight of his parents’ expectations of him were evident whenever the two boys were brought out for an event with them. Once he left high school, he spent two years working as his parents’ right hand man and taking care of his younger brother whenever he was at home. Where he found his love for food. He never too notice of his brother taking photos of his food until he was approached about it in the kitchen at the offices and handed a open day postcard for LRSOA.

He never expected to look at the school but as his younger brother was looking at future prospects it had come up and he was the one to go with him. Seeing the culinary facilities, he found himself absorbing himself in the atmosphere of the place. It wasn’t an easy conversation to have with his parents but they wanted him to work for what he wanted and it was what they had always taught him. It wasn’t long until he was applying with only fingers crossed that he’d be what he was looking for.


Connections: 

Piper Ambrosio: Best Friend
Benjamin Oakes: Younger Brother


Charles is currently unavailable

Ever since you left
I felt something missing inside of me.
I mourned for the things you took away
and the things you left broken.
But what I never realized was
your incessant chipping away
at pieces of me
was setting me free.
Unknowingly,
you were eroding the chains
you had wrapped around me.
And the day you walked away
I felt empty.
But it’s because you stole
all the weights
that you had been using
to keep me down.
And now,
everything in me feels so light
that I can finally fly.
When I was with you,
I thought I was happy.
Really I had just forgotten how to feel.
But now that you’ve finally let me go
my smile has never felt more real.
—  Free - V.P.

Just to reiterate.

Freedom of speech does not mean people have to listen to you. It doesn’t mean that when you spout falsehoods or conspiracies that people have to give them equal weight with facts.

Freedom of speech protects what you say from being censored or controlled by the government, and there are already circumstantial ways in which that protection is limited for people like military personnel and government employees.

Freedom of speech does not protect you from consequences in society. If you call your black co-workers the n-word and tell your CEO she can’t do her job as well as a man, sure, you have a right to say that, but you’re not protected from losing your job and being lambasted for being a bad person.

anonymous asked:

Why do you think Sasuke apologized to Sakura and no one else?

Probably because he feels he needed to apologise to her the most.

After being saved from his hatred, he was able to see things clearly, and he realised the magnitude of the consequences of his behaviour and actions. He realised that this clarity, this freedom, this weight lifted from his heart; that was all Sakura was trying to do for him. He realised that this was all she wanted to give him from the very beginning, a life free from his hatred.

He didn’t believe it was a viable option for him, so he cast her and everyone else he cared about aside, all for the sake of following the path he thought was the only one he could follow. But he was proven wrong, and he was sorry that he had hurt her due to his blindness, because at the time, he wasn’t privy to what she was trying to achieve by getting in his way. Now that he knows that all she wanted was his freedom and happiness, he apologised for constantly casting her efforts aside.

He was now able to see that in this scene:

The happiness and freedom that Sasuke now felt was all she was trying to do for him; she was interfering in order to ensure his well being and attain this clarity for him. Therefore, he was sorry for being so harsh when the situation didn’t warrant it.

He now realised how blinded by hate he had been during this scene:

When all Sakura was trying to do was to nurse him back to health. He was regretful for casting her affections aside because he now knows what she was trying to achieve, and she didn’t deserve that kind of a reaction from him.

He now realised that this situation:

Had stemmed due to Sasuke spiraling deeper and deeper into the Uchiha curse of hatred, and she didn’t want him to spiral any further, before he completely lost himself. He now knew how blinded he was at the time, and how much pain it caused Sakura; to see him so lost.

And he now realised that despite the events in the Land of Iron, Sakura at this point, was still just trying to secure a better future for him. She was still just trying to give him the freedom that he now felt, but because he was so blinded at the time, he again cast her efforts aside, because he thought it was impossible:

But he was proven wrong. He was very regretful, not just because of the international crimes that he committed, but also because of his ignorance caused by his hatred. He was briefly able to appreciate Sakura’s efforts in 181 after her initial confession, because that’s just the positive effect she often had on Sasuke, causing him to briefly show his true nature. However, years of training with Orochimaru, and focusing on nothing but revenge rebuilt that wall around his heart. He knew that wall was there, but did nothing to stop its construction.

Now he knew how detrimental that was, and how much of a favour Naruto and Sakura did for him.

Sasuke now acknowledged the things mentioned above, and rather than give Sakura an extensive and convoluted list, he opted to just apologise for “everything up till now”:

They may have been on opposite sides of a war for a while, but Sasuke wasn’t just apologising for things that had transpired after the war began. He was apologising for not allowing himself the opportunity to live the life which even he felt he belonged to at one point. Because he was now able to see the fruits of Sakura and Naruto’s efforts: A smiling Team 7:

Sasuke’s freedom was what Sakura wanted for him, and he apologised for having always brushed aside her efforts.

However, Sasuke has actually apologised to someone else. He apologised to Kakashi for his international crimes, but there was quite a sharp contrast between this apology and the one he gave to Sakura:

See the difference? That just signifies what he prioritized as far as apologies go, and what he really regretted doesn’t it? XD

Losing or Gaining Weight Made Simple

Losing or gaining weight is a relatively simple process, yet people tend to complicate the process by looking for short cuts or easy ways out of hard work and discipline. Let me preface this article by saying that it is not actually easy, it is difficult and will require a great deal of will power and dedication to what is often a very slow process. If you’re looking to lose or gain ten pounds of bodyweight in a week then this article isn’t for you. This is for people who are serious about making a change and are willing to work hard to make it happen.

The most important factor in losing or gaining weight is calorie balance. That is, consuming either more or less calories than you are using each day. How do you know how many calories you are burning each day? Well, the gold standard for determining this is through Resting Metabolic Rate (RMR) testing via a metabolic cart which measures your caloric needs by assessing the amount of oxygen inhaled and carbon dioxide exhaled. This determines your RMR, which is the amount of calories you are expending at rest. However, since most individuals do not have access to or can’t afford this sort of testing the American College of Sports Medicine (ACSM) supports an equation, known as the Harris-Benedict Equation that can be used to give you a rough estimate. This equation uses you sex (male or female), height (cm), age (years), and weight (kg) to provide the estimate. The equations are as follows:

Male: (88.4 + 13.4 x weight) + (4.8 x height) – (5.68 x age) = Calories expended per day at rest.

Female: (447.6 + 9.25 x weight) + (3.10 x height) – (4.33 x age) = Calories expended per day at rest.

Again, remember we are using weight in kilograms, height in centimeters, and age in years. If you use height in inches and weight in pounds, aka freedom units, THIS WILL NOT WORK! And remember, this is only an estimate not an exact value.

Your RMR is NOT the total amount of calories you are burning per day. In fact, it is only one contributing factor. The total amount of calories an individual burns in a given day is known as Total Daily Energy Expenditure (TDEE) and it comes from several sources including RMR, the thermogenic effect of food (TEF), non-exercise activity thermogenesis (NEAT), excess post-exercise oxygen consumption (EPOC) and, of course, exercise (Ex).

TDEE = RMR + TEF + NEAT + EPOC + Ex

RMR and TEF are relatively constant from day to day with only small fluctuations due to muscle mass and conditioning, and to dietary shifts. The NEAT and exercise components (EPOC and Ex) have a much greater variability and can greatly influence you total daily caloric expenditure.

So how do we account for and determine for the NEAT and exercise components of TDEE?

Remember that equation we used for RMR? Well, you will simply take the number you found using that equation and multiply it by a given factor. What factor you multiply that by will vary based on how active you are in your everyday life.

1.2 = Sedentary (Desk job and little formal exercise)

1.3-1.4 = Lightly Active (Light daily activity and light exercise 1-3 days a week)

1.5-1.6 = Moderately Active (Moderately daily Activity and Moderate exercise 3-5 days a week)

1.7-1.8 = Very Active (Physically demanding lifestyle and Hard exercise 6-7 days a week)

1.9-2.2 = Extremely Active (Athlete in endurance training and/or very hard physically demanding job)

Be honest with yourself, if you’re sedentary then claim sedentary you won’t be hurting anyone but yourself. Oh and again, these are rough estimates based on an already estimated RMR so it is NOT 100% accurate. 

Use the equations to find an estimate, stick to it for a week or two. If you gain weight in that time then your TDEE estimate is likely higher than your actual TDEE. Adjust by lowering the estimate by 250 calories per day and give it another try to week and see how that goes. Continue this until you find something pretty close to where you are maintaining your current weight. Likewise, if you lose weight in that time then you may need to up the estimated value by 250 calories or so per day and continue to adjust until you find where you are able to maintain your weight at.

Now that you know how many calories you need to maintain your weight it’s time to either lose or gain weight. If you want to lose weight then you need to consume less calories than is required for maintenance to be in a caloric deficit.  And likewise if you are trying to gain weight then you need to consume more calories than you are expending to be in a caloric surplus.

How big of a deficit or surplus should I be in per day? That’s not a very easy question to answer. Some have more weight to lose than others. So if you’re over 20% body fat then it may be a good idea to be in a larger caloric deficit than someone who is already relatively lean and under 20% body fat. Keep in mind that 20% is not a magical number, I’m just using this as an example but be real with yourself if you are obese or very overweight then you know it, likewise if you are very underweight you are also aware of this and know you should probably be trying to gain weight faster than the typical person. So where should you start? I would suggest starting out at no more than a 500 calorie per day deficit/surplus, this will set you up to lose/gain right around 1 pound of body weight per week. This is a pretty safe amount to lose or gain and still stay healthy. However, if you are very overweight or very underweight than I would suggest you start with a larger surplus or deficit of around 1,000 calories per day.

Calorie balance is a great start to either losing or gaining body weight. This article has given you sufficient information to get you on the right track towards weight management. In the next installment I will dig a little deeper into this topic and cover macronutrient (protein/fat/carbohydrate) intake.

"Girl": A poem for Leelah Alcorn

So, for a poetry slam, I wrote this poem about Leelah in case I reached the third round. I didn’t make it, so I never got to preform it, but here it is. 

You came into this world

Kicking, screaming

And she held you

And before you could open your eyes

Wide enough to see your own body

They laid the first brick of your prison.

“Boy.”


You grew in this world

Suffering, silenced

And you felt pain that you couldn’t yet understand

And you knew there was something wrong

But you never knew why

Yet, it hurt.

“Boy.”


You searched this world

Hurting, desperate

And you found your answer

And you felt like Atlas with the weight finally lifted

You tasted freedom for the first time

And your temple was no longer a trap.

“Girl.”


You trusted this world

For about ten seconds.

Blindly, hopefully,

And you told her.

She hit you and she yelled at you

And she forced you back into the cell that your body had become.

“Boy.”


You lived through this world

Hating, feeling

You had found who you really were, felt what it was to be free

And you gave yourself a name, chose for yourself your fate.

It meant night beauty, for that was what you were,

But you had to be hidden from those that you thought knew you best.

“Leelah.”


You were crushed by this world

Painful, spiteful

And you were consumed

And your prison escape became an impossible dream

They named you “savior”

But you couldn’t save yourself

“Boy.”


You left this world

Silent, accepting

And you left behind your wish

And they did not listen, they never listened, even as they lowered you to the ground.

They merely polished your mask and placed it on again, after you had finally learned to take it off. 


We remember you in this world

For what you really were

You were a night beauty and you were a savior

And they cannot replace the mask, for we broke it

Once and for all

For this beautiful, beautiful

Girl. 


Rest in peace, Leelah.

Please remember her for the wonderful, talented young woman she was. Never forget her sacrifice.

anonymous asked:

Not to sound too harsh or anything but why did Sasuke apologise to Sakura in 699 after his fight with Naruto. Looking back, technically, he has never done anything wrong to her, personally at least. The kage summit, they were on opposite sides of a battle & they're ninja, In 181, Sasuke is not in anyway obligated to Sakura so while leaving her hurt Sakura, he didn't do anything wrong to her personally. Sasuke has wronged his village, yes, but to Sakura personally??? So what's the apology for?

He had a lot to apologise to her for Anon, a lot.

After being saved from his hatred, he was able to see things clearly, and he realised the magnitude of the consequences of his behaviour and actions. He realised that this clarity, this freedom, this weight lifted from his heart; that was all Sakura was trying to do for him. He realised that this was all she wanted to give him from the very beginning, a life free from his hatred. 

He didn’t believe it was a viable option for him, so he cast her and everyone he cared about aside, all for the sake of following the path he thought was the only one he could follow. But he was proven wrong, and he was sorry that he had hurt her due to his blindness, because at the time Anon, he wasn’t privy to what she was trying to achieve by getting in his way. Now that he knows that all she wanted was his freedom and happiness, he apologised for constantly casting her efforts aside.

He was now able to see that in this scene:

The happiness and freedom that Sasuke now felt was all she was trying to do for him; she was interfering in order to attain this clarity for him. He was sorry for being so harsh when the situation didn’t warrant it.

He now realised how blinded by hate he had been in this scene:

When all Sakura was trying to do was to nurse him back to health. He was regretful for casting her affections aside because he now knows what she was trying to achieve, and she didn’t deserve that kind of a reaction from him.

He now realises that this situation:

Had stemmed due to Sasuke spiraling deeper and deeper into the Uchiha curse of hatred, and she didn’t want him to spiral any further, before he completely lost himself. He now knows how blinded he was at the time, and how much pain it caused Sakura; to see him so lost.

And he now realises that despite the events in the Land of Iron, Sakura at this point, was still just trying to secure a better future for him. She was still just trying to give him the freedom that he now felt, but because he was so blinded at the time, he again cast her efforts aside, because he thought it was impossible: 

But he was proven wrong. He was very regretful, not just because of the international crimes that he committed, but also because of his ignorance caused by his hatred. He was briefly able to appreciate Sakura’s efforts in 181 after her initial confession, because that’s just the positive effect she often had on Sasuke, causing him to briefly show his true nature. However, years of training with Orochimaru, and focusing on nothing but revenge rebuilt that wall around his heart. He knew that wall was there, but did nothing to stop its construction.

Now he knows how detrimental that was, and how much of a favour Naruto and Sakura did for him.

Sasuke now acknowledges the things mentioned above, and rather than give Sakura a convoluted list, he opts to just apologise for “everything up til now”. 

They may have been on opposite sides of a war for a while, but Sasuke wasn’t just apologising for things that had transpired after the war began. He was apologising for not allowing himself the opportunity to live the life which even he felt he belonged to at one point. Because he was now able to see the fruits of her and Naruto’s efforts: A smiling Team 7.

Sasuke’s freedom was what she wanted for him, and he apologised for casting aside her efforts.

This was Sasuke’s apology for his international crimes:

See the difference? That just signifies what he prioritized as far as apologies go, and what he really regretted doesn’t it? XD