#digestion and sleep

[balu88r-blog]

Health Tips : ರಾತ್ರಿ ಮಲಗುವ ಮುನ್ನ ಈ ಆಹಾರಗಳನ್ನು ಸೇವಿಸಿದರೆ ತೊಂದರೆ ತಪ್ಪಿದ್ದಲ್ಲ….!

Health Tips – ಒಳ್ಳೆ ಆರೋಗ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ಸರಿಯಾದ ಊಟ ಎಷ್ಟು ಮುಖ್ಯವೋ, ಅಷ್ಟೇ ಸರಿಯಾದ ನಿದ್ದೆಯೂ ಬೇಕು. ಆದರೆ, ಇತ್ತೀಚಿನ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಎಷ್ಟೋ ಜನಕ್ಕೆ ನಿದ್ದೆ ಅನ್ನೋದು ಒಂದು ಕನಸಿನ ಮಾತಾಗಿದೆ. ರಾತ್ರಿ ಸರಿಯಾಗಿ ನಿದ್ದೆ ಮಾಡಿಲ್ಲ ಅಂದ್ರೆ, ಒಂದಲ್ಲ ಒಂದು ಆರೋಗ್ಯ ಸಮಸ್ಯೆಗಳು ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಬೆನ್ನಟ್ಟಿಕೊಂಡು ಬರೋದು ಗ್ಯಾರಂಟಿ. ಆದರೆ, ನಿಮ್ಮ ನಿದ್ರಾಹೀನತೆಗೆ ನೀವು ತಿನ್ನುವ ಆಹಾರವೇ ಕಾರಣವಾಗಿರಬಹುದು ಅನ್ನೋದು ನಿಮಗೆ ಗೊತ್ತಾ? ಹೌದು, ನಾವು ಬಾಯಿಗೆ ಹಾಕೋ ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಂದು ತುತ್ತೂ ನಮ್ಮ…

[foxgloveinspace]

i sometimes wonder how many people know what vore is now cause of Sleep Token, but also i wonder how many people are going around just blissfully unaware that vore is a kink. Vessel just straight up named a song after a kink.

[vorev]

You knew being roommates with a pred was risky but they seemed friendly enough, they joked about eating you often but typically respected your wishes to not be lunch. Though they did sleepwalking often and normally eating any leftovers while they did so.

One night while you were getting a midnight snack you saw them sleepwalking and watched as they walked up to you, their unawake eyes staring you down before their grip on your shoulders and a growl of their stomach made it clear they'd choosen a snack.

Your protests went on deaf ears as you were quickly gulped down and curled up in your roommates belly. They let out a satisfied belch and casually walk back to bed as you slosh around. They don't know anything besides the fact they're full now, being pleased with their midnight smack they lay down. You can't do much but wait and hope you don't digest during the night.

[ihavesomejays]

bootlicker

keebs i did it i fixed what yours was missing bro !!! anyways good evening wriolette nation i hope you're eating well because i forgot to eat my birthday cake because i was drawing this !! wriothesley was my genuine reaction when i discovered neuvillette's thigh highs im ngl ANYWAYS everyone go check out my good bro @k33bsi (artist of the original art this one is based on) who will provide you... mostly with mdzs ngl but hey fandoms intersect in the most unexpected of ways maybe you guys will be into that

closeups under keep reading

[askmagus]

Hair routine when??? Skin routine when?? Life routine when????????

they're just joking. probably

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

There’s just so much to process…I don’t even know where to start…

[lesbianoms]

It would be an absolute dream if whenever I was struggling with my mental health, a big pred lady just flopped her belly onto the table in front of me and told me to get into the “therapy tank” while gingerly patting it

Cue the warm, slow, gooey digestion that could factory reset my emotional state into a better one~ ☺️

[youkidding-me]

my angst-lover ass: dorym one-shot fanfic orym pov of dorian organising cyrus's funeral RIGHT NOW

[faxxmodem]

POV: dalton castle is sharing his turkey and cheddar sandwich scraps with you

[fiftyshadesofmetal]

Back on my horny BS again

Me n @anony-man are cooking up a little collab that I am SO excited to bring to you guys :3 This is gonna be my half of it

Waiter! Waiter! I need more chubby sunstreaker!

Little wip sketch to sate you guys til I finish, if you can even make out whats going on

[bughead-in-the-comics]

Bughead and the gang meet Serena Carpenter in Please, Please, Please, Betty and Veronica Double Digest #334 (2025).

[hungrytummyprompts]

How about tired with a side of extra whump?

As soon as the door closed behind him, Kurt collapsed straight into his bed. He didn't even bother removing his shoes, or his hero gear. Hell, the hero gear was best left on as much as possible. He'd live in it if he could, it was the one thing he had that protected his skin from his own powers. Anyway, his main goal for now was to just sleep until he felt at least a little rested, which would be...six years perhaps? Yeah, that was in line with how exhausted he felt now. He'd even elected to stay in a room in the team base instead of making his way home home, even though that would certainly leave him more at risk of Katharine's nagging about getting injuries seen to or whatever else. Honestly, she was worse than his ex sometimes.

It probably would have been easier to sleep if he had let her treat his wounds. Then he would just have to deal with the nausea that came with the excess acid in his system (thanks, acid powers) and the way that excess acid made it difficult to eat properly.

Speaking of which, he was starving. As usual. His belly gave its usual complaints, a low, longing groan that bid him to get out of bed and go back to the common room. He pushed himself up on his arms, yawned and decided 'fuck it'. A second later, he was face down in the pillow again.

Sleep didn't come easily, much to his chagrin. Despite his exhaustion, the aches and pains across his body digging into his psyche every time he tried to relax bothering him more than he'd care to admit. Hunger was digging at his belly like a frantic animal, and now he was no longer in the midst of battle his stomach decided it was cool to complain. He shifted position for a while, trying to get comfortable if it was the last thing he did, and ended up on his back, one leg bent up, one arm slung over his eyes, the other draped languidly over his poor neglected stomach. In this position he could really feel it sinking in from lack of food, each miserable grumble like a knife to his already sore body.

He didn't neglect it on purpose, of course. If he could control it, he'd be eating well every day, enough even to become good and fat. He imagined how it would feel to be completely stuffed with good food and thought it would be the ultimate fantasy.

The problem was his acid powers. His body naturally overproduced saliva, enough that he was either forced to swallow it down or spit it out with frankly ridiculous frequency. There was always a pause in conversation when it was his turn while he cleared his mouth of the latest stupid puddle. It meant he always had a huge amount to spit at enemies, but outside of a fight situation it was nothing but a pain.

Additionally, the saliva his body produced was a highly corrosive acid. More potent than anything else he'd encountered in his life so far. His body didn't seem properly equipped to handle it either. Any time it touched his skin, it burned. He had scars around his mouth, his lips mostly scar tissue, his hands and arms carrying the proof of old burns. The inside of his body had some protection. It still burned his mouth and throat, but not enough to cause obvious major damage. Sometimes he would gag as the acid slid down his throat, his body bringing it back up as it begged him to get rid of it, and jesus fuck did that hurt, and having more acid in his stomach than he was supposed to was just awful. It hurt, especially when his stomach was empty, it made him feel sick, it bloated him and gave him ulcers, it just sucked more than anything.

Overall, this made simply eating and drinking normally highly unpleasant. Anything in his mouth caused it to water, which of course meant more acid spit, it would quickly become some nasty mush before he could even chew it, his body would try to reject it when he swallowed, his stomach wouldn't even absorb whatever made it in properly and there was a fair chance he would throw up later.

Okay, maybe some of the neglect was willful avoidance of a very unpleasant process but mostly it was just hard to get anything good into his stomach. A stomach that was currently throwing an absolute tantrum in his exhausted body. He dug his fingers in against the miserable organ, just wishing it would stop. He was tired and just wanted to sleep without his tummy screaming at him. It was too much, he couldn't do it anymore.

At some point in the mess of misery, he must have fallen into a light sleep because he was startled awake by his door opening. He knew who it was without looking. The whole room stank of death and rot, which didn't help the nausea at all. He couldn't judge Katherine for it though, it was a shitty side effect of her powers too.

"Get out."

She instead placed something on the desk. He caught the scent of broth and groaned as his stomach clenched and howled. Katherine huffed.

"I could hear your stomach from all the way down the hall. Eat, you idiot."

He raised a hand and waved her away,  waited until he heard her leave and shut the door and sat up to look at what she had brought.

Soup.

Simple soup. Some kind of vegetable soup by the smell. His belly begged him to get up, take those few steps to the desk and eat the whole thing. When had he last eaten? It looked so good and he was so hungry, and he could tell what Katherine had meant. His tummy was growling non stop and so fucking loud, even before she'd brought the soup in. He contemplated dragging himself out of bed to eat.

Then lay back down with both hands pressed to his belly. He would eat later, he promised himself. For now, he was just too damn tired.

[starseongs]

[noxer]

Just something sweet while i have time~

[tomoleary]

Norman Rockwell (1894-1978) “The Night Before Christmas (Santa Peering over Chair at Sleeping Child)” Literary Digest magazine cover (December 22, 1923) Source

[bretonalchemist]

i just binge watched good omens and i am SO MAD wtf do you mean i forgive you you fucking ass (i may or may not have screamed "OH FUCK OFF" at my screen at that point) well I CERTAINLY don't forgive YOU omg i need to go scream into a pillow and cry in the shower and read so much fix it i don't sleep all night

you are so goddamn stupid god you handled this in the WORST. WAY. POSSIBLE. i am FUMING i WILL take that loyal, loving man if you don't want him you absolute dunce, wrap him in a blanket burrito hug him hold him let him watch the saw franchise (not the type to watch disney movies when in an emotional crisis so i'm going off on a limb here)

they better fucking fix this but GOD this is gonna take some serious groveling, the little i was wrong dance won't cut it, i'm talking kneeling, washing shoes with your own spit, crying throwing up groveling, and that's just to be let in again, but rebuilding the trust ?? centuries, millenias, it's going to take romeo and juliet levels of stupid dramatic proof of regret and love to just get that man to open his heart again like bruh do they have couple therapists in heaven ? hell ? honestly i would never be able to take him back goddamnit you fucked it up you fucked it all up and i am. so. MAD.