#can dogs eat lettuce

[petdogs]

Is it safe for dogs to eat lettuce?

Whether you're having a backyard BBQ or dining AL fresco at a favorite eatery during the warmer months, nothing goes better than an ideal summer salad. Is that something you can share, though, when Fido gives you that wistful glance when you're eating lettuce?

It's generally agreed upon that while lettuce counts as a "human food," salads are strictly forbidden for dogs. Because lettuce contains as much as 90 percent water, it is generally safe for dogs to eat, whether it is romaine, rocket, or iceberg. Even better, lettuce is a terrific treat for overweight or elderly dogs because it is relatively low in calories and has a few health benefits. What dog doesn't adore that crunch, too? Read More...

[pizzapizzadickz]

Random fun facts b4 bed! Whoo!!!

I never rly realized just how severe my pickiness is. Bc. I'll eat anything. I love food. I love trying food too. Buuuut, if im at home I won't eat many foods. Lettuce, most raw veggies, I like chips but hate how they get stuck in my teeth (i avoid a lot of similar foods), and i hate it when I toast things too much and all the skin on the roof of your mouth just says "im outta here"). There's probably more but this is an example. Oh also i hate food touching (I'm fine with it when it's at restaurants tho bc that's how it's supposed to be so it's okay). And when I do go out to eat (and try something new), I generally like picking it out beforehand or I take a while to decide everything I want. I love that places have online menus now bc I often just decide using that.

Also I've been stimming a lot lately. Probably bc ive been tired. But I wonder why that tends to cause it? Probably bc it's a self soothing behaviour. How neat.

[lemonlover1110]

Double Trouble

Dad Series

Toji Fushiguro

Warnings: Pure Fluff

Picky eaters. Toji was blessed– or rather cursed with twins that are picky eaters. If it were up to Toji, they’d eat whatever they want until they realize it’s not good for them but unluckily for him, his wife wants to make sure the three-year-old twins eat their nutrients.

Toji serves them a beautiful plate with white rice, some steak cut into tiny pieces, black beans, and a green salad that contains lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, radish and cheese. It’s all small portions for the twins, but after two bites, they claim to be full. Toji has to stop eating just to look at them. He glares at them, and Toji wishes you were home right now to yell at the kids because when you do it, they understand what to do. When Toji yells at them… They ignore him.

“I’m full.” Koemi pushes her plastic plate away from her. Her twin follows her lead. Toji puffs out a breath.

“You’re not getting any dessert if you don’t eat it all.” Toji threatens, causing the twins to shrug. They’ll sneak their dessert later, when Toji falls asleep on the couch they can easily access the fridge and the freezer. It’s not a threat to them. Toji crosses his arms and then says, “You won’t get up from this table until you two finish all the food– And you’re not feeding it to Megumi’s dogs either.”

“Daddy…” Kisho sticks out his bottom lip. He read their tiny little minds. Toji looks at his own plate, and the twins begin to sneakily exchange the pieces of food that they like and when they encounter stuff that they both absolutely hate, they throw it on the floor. Within minutes, their plates are empty and Toji squints his eyes looking at the plates that suddenly don’t have a single grain of rice.

“You ate it all?” Toji asks, standing up from his chair and walking over to them. He doesn’t take note of the floor, he just vaguely searches the place for the dogs which aren’t nearby. 

“Open your mouths.” He orders, and they do it. “Let me check under your tongue.”

There’s no food in their mouths still, however, Toji continues to glare at them. He can’t find anything so he ends up sighing, “You can go.”

“Can we get ice cream?” Koemi gives him doe eyes, and Toji purses his lips together. He adores when she gives him those cute little eyes, it almost makes him want another kid. Almost. 

“Go ahead. Help yourself.” Toji says, and they run out of their chairs and to the kitchen. He goes back to his chair, and picks up his utensils to continue eating. His fork slips out of his hands and falls to the floor. He reaches down for it, and that’s when his eyes fall on the mess that’s under the table. Toji sits up and he takes a deep breath to contain his anger. They think he’s an idiot. In the end he yells,

“Koemi, Kisho! Come here you little rascals! You’re eating the food from the floor!”

[lxvvie]

Couples shit with Simon Riley, Modern Harefare edition:

I've talked about Simon with Pup (the dog) and Spectre (the cat), but what if the family pet was... a rabbit?

Meet Thumper, the cutest, most adorable Lop... that Simon wasn't expecting. At all. When you said you were getting a Lop, he didn't think it'd be a... a bloody rabbit. And thus a war in your home was started, one of epically adorable proportions.

Simon is convinced Thumper wants him dead. For a variety of reasons. Reasons that include waking him up at the ass-crack of dawn by sprinting across the bed and catching him mid-snore when Thumper hits his head. Yeah, luv, the bloody rabbit wants him dead.

It's that and catching Thumper nibbling on his clothes with no remorse. Because he wants him dead.

And it's also Thumper... thumping his way through life, throwing adorable tantrums because "I just gave you some lettuce, Thumps," or, "Can't eat my biscuit, mate." It's fuckin' psychological warfare, the things Thumper does to him, luv. What's so bloody funny?

Perhaps you've noticed that whenever Simon is scrolling on his yee-yee ass phone, Thumper jumps on him and knocks the phone out of his hand. With no remorse. Because he wants Simon dead. Alright, mate, if it's a bloody war you want, it's a bloody war you get.

Simon retaliating in kind, responding with psychological warfare of his own. "Gotta disarm my opponent," is what your soldier says, as he gives Thumper his favorite treat: a banana. All to throw Thumper off his game. Know what else Simon does?

Clean Thump's hutch when it's his turn. He makes it nice and comfortable again all so his bunny child can rage and thump and... mess it up in rebellion. Again. Simon can't help but be amused and chuckle. The tide's turning in his favor, sweetheart.

Whenever Thumper jumps on him, Simon... pets him. To throw him off his game of course. No thumping formed against him shall prosper. Sometimes. And when Thumper does thump in rebellion, Simon gently admonishes him like the honey bunny dad that he is. No, Simon, you're absolutely not laughing at him giving your pet rabbit a whole-ass lecture.

Bond with Distract Thumper with the game on the telly. Goes good for Simon 'cause it puts his thumping to good use whenever they miss a goal. Yeah, he feels the same way, Thumps. Now Johnny has bragging rights for the next couple of days or so until his team inevitably lets him down again.

Let Thumper follow him throughout the house for the most part. You have to keep your friends close and your enemies closer, luv.

And you know the most effective war tactic Simon has at his disposal? Cuddles. Because Thumper loves his cuddles and how Simon picks him up and nestles him in his arms. Better yet, it's when he lightly scratches Thump's head, lulling him into a false sense of security... and sleep. "Think I've won this war, sweetheart," Simon says as Thumper rests comfortably in his arms. Yeah, Simon, you sure did. And when you suggest putting your bunny baby down so he can nap some more, Simon looks at you as if you had two heads.

[bogleech]

OH MY GOD does it fucking piss me off that some piece of shit owns "nutritionfacts.org" and uses it to spread outright lies about health. Fucking asshole. This video on youtube is over a decade old with countless views, and it directly implies that you can get a tapeworm infection in your brain from eating raw pork.

I've one on this rant several times before but I'll go on it again: Tapeworms have a complex life cycle where every single stage behaves completely different, and is contracted in a completely different way. The simplified version is that you will only get tapeworm larvae in your brain or other tissues if you ingest tapeworm eggs from fecal matter, such as in contaminated water, soil, or unwashed produce. The stage that can be found in raw meat is what becomes the adult tapeworm, which is very easy to treat and not life threatening. This video and many other fearmongering articles on "PORK tapeworms IN YOUR BRAIN!!!!" either does no research or deliberately leaves out the critical details in order to conflate all stages of tapeworm as the same exact thing and scare people into thinking they'll get it from a fucking hot dog. Naturally the comments on these are full of smug veganism of course. Don't tell them all the nastiest, deadliest food-borne illnesses pretty much come from lettuce. If you want to understand why it works that way I'll put the longer technical life cycle explanation under a cut:

So a tapeworm begins as a microscopic egg. It's very sticky, and it can survive a long time "hibernating" in that egg, like a sea monkey! The only thing that will hatch the egg is exposure to stomach acid when it gets accidentally swallowed by something. When this egg hatches, it becomes a specific type of larva that only exists to tunnel out of the stomach, keep tunneling through the tissues of the body, and eventually become a "cyst." This is another "hibernating" stage. It doesn't feed or grow. It just stays there hanging out in the meat, and unfortunately, sometimes hanging out in the brain tissue. The goal of this cyst is to be eaten again, by a carnivore. When this cyst comes into contact with stomach acid again, it begins development into the adult tapeworm, the one that just chills in your digestive tract and absorbs your digested food. This can grow very large and it can cause metabolic problems but it is not very dangerous; some people have one for their whole adult life and never know it. It is extremely easy to treat. The danger of the adult is that it produces the eggs, millions of them, which come out in the host's feces. As mentioned earlier, the only FOOD that might have these eggs on it is food potentially handled by someone who doesn't wash their hands, which unfortunately includes a lot of produce. Fecal contamination is very common in hand-picked vegetables, especially those that outsource to poorly treated, poorly paid labor (which is lots of them)

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 43]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.2K

"Hey, wanna swap?" You came over to where San and Yunho were grilling the meat. Yunho smiled when he saw you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"No, we're good. Let us cook for all of you now." San chuckled, turning you around and gently pushing you back in the direction of the table. You went to help Seonghwa make the ramen for the table. There were two pots going from the sheer amount.

"Taste test." Wooyoung called. You went over to help him taste the bean paste soup.

"Good." You nodded in approval. Wooyoung grinned and leaned in to give you a peck on the cheek but you dodged it.

"Hey! You knowing dodging it is only going to make it worse." He frowned, trapping you in his arms to forcefully try and peck your cheek. You squealed amidst your laughter, trying to escape.

"Stop, I need to make the tamagoyaki." You slapped his arms. He laughed and let you go, stealing a peck on your cheek first.

"What tamagoyaki are you making?" He asked as you stood in front of the fridge.

"I'll do a mentaiko one and a cheese one... I think. With the amount of people, we'll definitely need at least two." You said, looking at the ingredients you bought.

"Two should be sufficient." Wooyoung hummed. You cracked the eggs and began to make the tamagoyaki with the different fillings, cooking the delicate sheets of egg layer by layer. Yeosang came to help wash the lettuce, perilla leaves and chili peppers that you all would eat with the meat.

"What's next?" Jongho came over.

"Spring onion salad. Red pepper flakes are in the cupboard with the soy sauce." You informed. He saluted and started on that. Wooyoung prepared the garlic and set aside some to be marinated.

"Can that be marinated in time?" Jongho asked, seeing Wooyoung mix the soy sauce mixture with the garlic and onions.

"We'll see. I'll heat it up a little to hopefully speed up the process." The older shrugged.

"The first portion of meat is cooked. When you guys are ready, we can eat." Yunho entered the house, going to the fridge to grab a beer and a soda, presumably, for San.

"Okay. I'll go set up and the grill for the seafood then." You grabbed the tray of prepped seafood and box of rock salt.

"Can I use this part of the grill? Before we put the marinated meats on." You asked. San nodded, stepping aside and dramatically gesturing for you to take over. First, you laid down the aluminium foil then built a salt bed.

"Is it hot, love? Want help?" Yunho asked.

"I'm good, Yun. Thanks." You said, laying the layer of rock salt down on the tin foil. It only took 5 minutes before the salt started popping and sizzling.

"Be careful. It may jump." You cautioned Yunho and San. Once the salt was hot, you laid the shrimp down first.

"That looks good." San said in awe, him and Yunho flinching slightly when the salt popped.

"Ramen's ready. I'm going to get the rice now. We're all having rice right?" Mingi asked. The 3 of you nodded in confirmation. The taller went into the house to grab the rice.

"Hongjoong hyung, I need help to carry everything!" He yelled from inside. Hongjoong stood up and quickly went over.

Everyone was busy their own thing, running around and preparing or cooking. Finally, everything was done. All 9 of you sat at the long table on the deck to begin eating. Jongho gave out glasses to everyone, him and Wooyoung making sure that everyone's glasses were filled with alcohol.

"Woohoo! Cheers!" All of you clinked glasses and began digging into the delicious food. This reminded you of the first time you went out for dinner together.

"This reminds me of the first dinner we had together as a team. To celebrate one week of the restaurant being open." You smiled.

"And now we're celebrating one year." Seonghwa said. You nodded, clinking glasses with him again.

"Mmm, so good." Yunho groaned happily, falling onto your shoulder in pure bliss. A happy smile on his face as he chewed his food. You snorted at his reaction.

"Drama queen." You couldn't help but laugh, patting his cheek. You made a wrap to eat.

"I asked you to make a wrap for me when we ate at the barbeque restaurant." Yunho remembered, watching you make the wrap.

"Exactly. Thinking about it, I don't know if you genuinely enjoyed it or you were just trying to flirt." You raised an eyebrow. Mingi, Yeosang and Hongjoong winced at your words, loudly 'ooooooh'ing, while Yunho pouted at you.

"It was actually good! I wouldn't lie about that!" He whined. You smiled and grabbed his chin in your hand, leaning forward to give him a peck, earning jeers from the rest of the table.

"Come here!" Wooyoung tried to kiss Jongho, who in retaliation, jagged Wooyoung hard.

"Oww! Yah!" He howled, grabbing his ribs. You knew that was going to leave a bruise for sure. Hongjoong refilled everyone's drinks.

At the end of the night, the food was finished and everyone helped to clean up the area before moving into the living room to continue drinking.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!" The boys cheered on Yunho and Jongho, who were racing each other.

"I win!" Yunho slammed his empty glass down, throwing his arms up victoriously as the others cheered for him.

"Did you see me win?" He cuddled up against you. You nodded, too busy laughing at how drunk Yunho was already. You had stopped drinking a while ago, already feeling the buzz but you wanted to be somewhat sober. Yunho leaned on you and threw his head back, laughing as Mingi tripped over something.

"Be careful, Mingi!" Yeosang went over to help the taller male, sitting him back down on the couch. Mingi blinked with a dazed look in his eyes, confused at what was going on.

"You aren't drinking anymore?" You asked San, who was sitting on the floor with Wooyoung laying in his lap.

"Nope, not after what happened last time. Two drinks are more than enough." He chuckled.

"Just leave him there later. He can sleep anywhere when he's drunk." You said, nodding over to Wooyoung. San laughed and nodded his head, stroking Wooyoung's hair.

"Baby, pay attention to me." Yunho frowned, grabbing your cheeks to make you face him.

"I am paying attention to you, Yun." You said.

"Good." He gave you a big smile, which was adorable with his red cheeks and red ears, giving you another kiss. You smiled softly, stroking his cheek. He leaned against your chest and you put your arm around his head.

"I miss Whiskey... He hates me but I love him~" Yunho sniffled, a sad pout on his face.

"Aww, I miss him too. And he doesn't hate you, Yun. He just shows love differently, you buy him snacks and toys. I'm sure he misses you too." You comforted.

"Whiskey is our first son... Our very cute son." He smiled up at you. His words made you choke, you felt your own cheeks heat up.

"I'm sleepy." Seonghwa groaned.

"Let's get you to bed." You stood up, leaving Yunho momentarily. You put Seonghwa's arm around your shoulders and tried to keep him steady, guiding him to his room.

"There we go, Hwa. Goodnight." You said, tucking him in. Seonghwa hugged you down to his chest.

"Goodnight." He whispered in your ear before letting you go. You chuckled and made sure he was fine before leaving the room.

"I've put Wooyoung in his room. He's out like a light. Didn't even notice me carry him." San said, coming out of Wooyoung and Jongho's shared room. When the two of you returned, Hongjoong was shakily topping up everyone's glass, squinting his eyes to focus on getting the alcohol into the glass.

"Come on!" Hongjoong pulled Yeosang over. Poor Yeosang was tipsy too, staring into space and not really saying much. He looked dazed, it was cute.

"Baby, where did you go? You left me." Yunho frowned when you returned to your spot.

"I went to put Hwa in bed, Yun." You replied patiently.

"Come on, Mingi. Don't sleep out here." San couldn't carry Mingi like he did with Wooyoung so it was amusing to see the tall giant's body slumped onto San's.

"Yah. We're going to fall. Wake up for a bit." San stumbled from Mingi putting his entire weight on him.

"Let me help." You stood up but Yunho grasped the end of your shirt to stop you.

"No. Don't go." He stopped you, the frown still on his face.

"I got it, (y/n). Don't worry!" San waved you off and brought Mingi to his room. You sighed and sat back down. Yunho grinned, happy he managed to 'persuade' you to stay with him. Considering San didn't come back out, you assumed he slept in Mingi's room.

"Oh... There's no more." Hongjoong pouted when there was only a measly drop that came out of the soju bottle.

"Good. Let's get all of you to bed." You patted Yunho's head before going to help them. Jongho, although drunk, seemed to comprehend instructions the most out of all of them.

"Alright, this way." You guided Jongho to the room and helped him get into his bed.

"Goodnight." Jongho yawned. You smiled and patted his hand then went to check on Wooyoung before coming back out.

"Yeosang~" You waved a hand in front of his face. He just stared at you, his eyes glazed over as he swayed a little. With some encouragement, you managed to get him to stand up.

"Where... are... we... going...?" Yeosang blinked in confusion.

"Going to your bed to sleep." You replied. You carefully helped him into his bed but he just sat there. So you laid him down on his pillow, on his side, and covered him with his blanket. Whether he will actually sleep or continue to stare at the wall in a drunken daze was not something you could change.

"Last one, Hongjoong. Let's go." You patted his shoulder.

"No!" Hongjoong turned his chin up in defiance, crossing his arms like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Joong, there's no more alcohol anyway. If you don't go to bed now, I'm going to leave you here all by yourself. You can sleep here." You raised an eyebrow.

"No~" He whined. You held your hand out to him. He sighed, shoulder slumping in disappointment.

"Fine." He had a look of disappointement on his face but still slipped his hand into yours. You put your arm around his waist to support him.

"There we go." You pulled the blanket up to his chest.

"We'll get more tomorrow, alright? If you're up for it." You coaxed not sure why you were giving in when he's drunk and wouldn't even remember his tomorrow.

"Promise?" He held his pinky up. You nodded and laced pinkies with him, making him smile in satisfaction. Before leaving to go back to Yunho in the living room, you went to check on Seonghwa again, being Hongjoong's roommate.

"That leaves us, Yun." You yawned. Yunho reached out to hold your hand quickly, grasping it with two hands.

"Don't leave me again." He commanded.

"Okay, I won't." You patted the back of his hand. By some sort of luck, you managed to get Yunho up the stairs unharmed. He leaned against the wall.

"Come." You led him to the bathroom. You gave him mouthwash to rinse and spit since he can't brush his teeth.

"Go to bed. I'm going to shower." You ushered him to bed.

"Okay." He nodded and yawned, falling onto the pillow. You quickly showered and brushed your teeth, that helped you sober right up. You climbed into bed with Yunho after drying your hair.

"Still awake?" You asked. He hummed and turned around to face you but made not effort to close the gap between the two of you. Even when he was flat out drunk, Yunho wouldn't miss any chance to cuddle you and have you as physically close to his body as he could. You shot him a questioning look.

"I'm mad at you. So no cuddles." He declared, reminding you of a child like how Hongjoong was earlier.

"And why are you mad?"

"Because... I saw you... You put your arm... around Hongjoong hyung's... waist. You... cheated... on me..." He accused, squinting his eyes at you.

"I didn't cheat on you. I was just helping him to the room. He's drunk, like you are." You pointed out.

"I'm not drunk. And that is cheating." He corrected.

"Fine. Be that way, stay mad." You shrugged, turning off the light on your nightstand and laying on your pillow to sleep. You missed the way Yunho's jaw dropped, not expecting that.

"You're lucky I love you." He mumbled as he pressed himself to your back, wrapping his long arms around you.

"I know, I am very lucky. And I love you too." You lifted to his hand to kiss to back of it. Yunho let out a little snicker to show his happiness, snuggling his face into the back of your head to show you affection like a puppy.

"Go to sleep, Yun." You murmured. Soon enough, you heard his little snores by your ear, signifying that he had really fallen asleep. It lulled you to sleep too.

"Ugh my head." You were woken up by Yunho's groan as he rolled away from you.

"Come here..." You sleepily called out to him, turning around. He turned back to you, resting his head against your chest.

"You need to drink a lot of water, you're dehydrated." You said, massaging the back of his neck to help him relieve some of the pain in the back of his neck. He melted at your touch.

"I'm never drinking so much again." He groaned.

"You always say that... Feel better?" You yawned. You felt him nod as you continued your actions.

"We should get up soon. You need a warm shower, have some food and water in your stomach. It'll make you feel better before going back to sleep." You said, stroking his hair. He shook his head in refusal, tightening his grip on you, bunching the material of your shirt in his hands on your back.

"Come on. After that you can spend the whole day in bed." You patted his shoulder to persuade him. Yunho reluctantly got up, sitting up and yawning.

"You go first, love." He nodded over to the bathroom. You hummed, going to shower and brush your teeth.

"Yunho, I'm done." You came out to see him sleeping faced down.

"Yun~ Wake up." You shook him lightly. He nodded and sat up, sliding out of bed and stumbling to the bathroom. Once you heard the water running, you left the room to go downstairs.

"Oh, everyone's here." You blinked. Jongho was at the stove, cooking a big pot of rice porridge.

"(y/n), sorry for disappearing on you last night. I must have passed out because I woke up cuddling Mingi." San apologised.

"No worries, San. Thanks for helping me with getting everyone to bed." You giggled. Everyone else was strewn around the living room, too hungover for a conversation right now. You poured yourself and Yunho a cold coffee.

"You were the one that helped us to our rooms?" Yeosang asked. You nodded your head.

"San carried Wooyoung and moved Mingi. I moved everyone else, one by one. Safe to say, it was very interesting and rather eventful." You laughed.

"Stop right there, I don't want to know how bad it was." Seonghwa winced, laying his head in your lap as you drank your coffee.

"You were all very adorable." You giggled. In response, there were multiple jeers and protests from the room.

"Ugh." Yunho trudged down my stairs.

"There's my golden retriever." You teasingly cooed. He glared at you, going to get the coffee that you left on the counter for him. He sat beside Mingi since Seonghwa's legs occupied the couch you were on.

"But for real, (y/n). Since you were sober, who is the cutest drunk? Me, right?" Wooyoung snuggled to your other side from the arm rest, making you and Seonghwa groan, having to scoot down slightly to accommodate him squeezing onto the couch. You raised an eyebrow at him, shaking your head.

"Cutest is Yeosang. He's so dazed, it was absolutely adorable. Then he would sway from side to side like this with his head." You mimicked Yeosang last night while giggling.

"Y-Yah (y/n). Don't go exposing people like that." Yeosang called out, his cheeks turning red.

"I'm not the cutest?" Yunho said in disbelief.

"You and Hongjoong were the whiniest. Gosh, like trying to put 5 year olds to bed. Had to pinky promise Hongjoong to give him more alcohol today." You raised an eyebrow.

"Hahaha that's so funny, hyung! You're legit a little kid." Mingi and San burst out laughing, keeling over.

"Stop it, (y/n)~" Hongjoong shook his head with despair, covering his ears, not wanting to listen to your exposé anymore.

"And Yunho wouldn't cuddle me because he was mad and throwing a tantrum. Said he saw me cheating on him with Hongjoong." You rolled your eyes. Hongjoong and Yunho both choked on their coffees, coughing violently.

"What?" Yunho squeaked.

"You kept whining about me leaving your side to help the others to bed. And you said the way I support Hongjoong to his room was basically me cheating on you." You scoffed.

"Please no more..." Yunho cried out. Jongho saved everyone by announcing that the food was done.

"I wasn't mad the whole night, right?" Yunho leaned over to ask you in a hushed voice.

"No. You weren't happy that I accepted you being mad and came to cuddle me right away. I would say you gave up in about 20 seconds?" You chuckled.

"Good. Because I would hate my drunk self for giving up any opportunity to cuddle with you." He laughed.

"Oh, Yun..." You melted, shaking your head and reaching up to stroke his cheek.

"Thanks for cooking, Jongho." Everyone chimed. You and Yunho decided to sit outside at the deck table with your bowls of hot porridge. The others didn't join you, to give you two some space as a couple and because the glare of the sun was not helping the hangover headaches.

"This is relaxing. How's the hangover?" You asked him.

"It's good. I bounce back a little better than the rest. And I have a great nurse to take care of me." He teased. You scoffed and nudged him.

"I know you've been stressing about your employee contract ending, haven't you?" He suddenly spoke. Your hand paused in mixing your food as you slowly turned to look at him.

"I know you well. And I've been thinking about it too." He smiled softly, eyes leaving yours to look at the shore in front of you.

~

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[sailing-through-hawkins]

not a specific prompt im just a whore for kas!eddie being utterly obsessed w Regular Guy steve harrington & i think it'd be funny if they tried to just have a normal hangout w the party & eddie absolutely cannot be normal & just like gargoyles around or something

sorry about the wait, writer's block hit me pretty hard again but i did it!!! i hope it's to your tastes and that you have a very happy birthday!!!

So here's the thing.

Eddie could have been a vegetarian.

It was a whole thing when he was like thirteen years old and had just watched a very, very terrible movie that involved a lot of gore and too many metaphors about chickens. It fucked him up so bad that he refused any of Wayne's meat-infested meals, from pies to hot dogs to fucking sandwiches.

He did end up caving after one too many weeks of hiding in his room when the smell of delicious, juicy steak (it wasn't really a steak but fuck if he knew the difference) wafted around the trailer. He cried the entire time while he ate but Wayne pat him on the head and said he was still proud of him for making it that far.

Anyway, the point is Eddie could have sworn to look at nothing but vegetables and grass his whole life.

He's never been so glad that he didn't.

Not when Steve, the absolute fucking dork that he is, is eating his burger in the messiest way possible just to prove to Robin that he could do worse.

 Eddie can't tear his eyes away.

The way the dark, twilight blue of that Henley somehow makes his skin look that much warmer, the way his smile is riddled with sauce and lettuce, the way his eyes squeeze shut when -

"You can't eat Steve."

Eddie blinks, and turns his head to find Dustin with his arms crossed, his face squished into a grim expression.

Eddie tilts his head.

"I'm serious, you promised you wouldn't eat anybody -"

"I don't want to eat Steve," Eddie rasps out, his tail flicking against the wall. It's cold, the surfaces of everything in this house is too cold. He's almost desperate enough to burrow his way into the couch, just so he can soak up the warmth of Steve and Robin, even if their eating habits are disgusting.

Dustin glances at Steve, who's already got a tissue and is jamming into Robin's cheek with a laugh, and frowns at Eddie. "You're sure? Because you've been staring at him like, all day."

Sighing, Eddie resettles himself on the island counter so he's sitting cross-legged and continues to watch Steve. "I know."

There's a pause.

"That's it?" Dustin says incredulously. "That's all you have to say?"

"Have you ever seen someone so intrinsically against everything you've ever believed in that's somehow also the exact poster child for what you should aim to achieve?"

He hears Dustin blink. "What -"

"He's just so -" Eddie flails a hand, his tail mirroring the motion. "Benign! And yet, he possess the strength, the fearlessness of a man on the battlefield -"

"Why are you using your DM voice -"

"And yet again, he will sit there, with a perfect swoop to his hair, an innocence to his eyes and a delicate sweetness to his tongue and he will ask that you believe him to be harmless."

Another pause.

"Okay, that was a little weird -"

"And you will!" Eddie leaps onto his feet, standing above Dustin with power raging through his veins as the head rush of a monologue captures him. "You will believe that fine, gracious man to be harmless! As long as you don't - look - back."

"Eddie, get down from the counter."

With a laugh, Eddie spins and his tail wiggles a hello to Steve, who looks up at him with his exasperated, innocent eyes. "My liege," Eddie says, hopping down only to slink into Steve's space and wrap his tail around his bicep. "How goes the competition?"

"Robin won -"

"As usual!" said-bird calls out from the living room.

"Yeah, as usual," Steve repeats with a lovingly snarky tone. Eddie's tail tightens. "What have I said about standing on tables, Eddie?"

"Oh but sire," Eddie murmurs as he circles Steve, ducking down just to pout up at him. Yeah, he knows the power of his big brown eyes, he knows how to use 'em. "I was simply delivering an informative, nay, crucial declaration of your -"

"Eddie."

He switches tactics. "I won't do it again?"

"You fucking better not," Steve mock-glares down at him and oh, that's a look to think about later. Hooking a finger under Eddie's tail, where it's curled around his skin, Steve gently pulls it off and walks to the sink, the warmth of his finger sending shivers down Eddie's neck.

There is a moment of silence.

"You can't fuck Steve either, by the way, it'd be like - weird. For a lot of reasons. Not because you're guys -"

"For fuck's sake, Henderson -"

[bequiteanddriveeeeeee]

Best way I can describe Orth0 food restriction is like ‘normal’ food is dog food. Could you 34t dog food? Yeah it’s edible and dogs eat it all the time, but it’s not real food, if you like get me. It’s this secret other third thing.

I don’t think many people crave dog food, that’s why I don’t crave food outside of my raw foods, it sounds weird maybe but sometimes I crave lettuce or carrots, I have a mental block I suppose

[femmefatalevibe]

Femme Fatale Guide: Tips To Relieve Everyday Bloating

As someone who has dealt with chronic bloating for a lot of my life, here are some of my thoughts, observations, and recommendations. HUGE disclaimer: I am in no way an expert on this, a medical professional, nutritionist, or anything of the sort.

Especially for women, bloating can be a sign of gynecological issues (endometriosis, PCOS, hormone imbalances like estrogen dominance, and even a warning sign of ovarian cancer). So, if you experience constant bloating that doesn't get better with improved digestion, schedule an OB/GYN appointment ASAP to ensure that everything is okay on the women's health front.

Everyone's triggers are different, but for me, these are some of the common causes of bloating that I've noticed:

Lack of sleep

Stress

Eating too quickly or while stressed

Lack of movement/walking

Not drinking enough water

High-fat meals

Chewing gum

Carbonated drinks/alcohol

Here are some of my best tips, habits, and product recommendations to manage & minimize bloating:

Engage in a 1-minute diaphragmatic aka deep-belly breathing exercise in bed right after waking up and right before going to sleep (place one hand on the middle of your chest and the other in the central "hollow" area right below your rib cage)

Get at least 6-7 hours of sleep a night

Have a bowl of oatmeal (made with plain oats and water) with cinnamon and fruit every morning

Drink water before any coffee in the morning; Only having at most 16oz or one large mug of coffee before breakfast in the morning

Chew my food slowly, taking time between bites

Drink at least 8 large glasses of water daily

Take my Vitamin B12 and Vitamin D supplement daily (I love the Deva brand!)

Have avocados/use avocado oil as my primary fat source (I love nuts/nut butter, but they really bloat me, so find your trigger foods!); I've found a large salad with a romaine lettuce base, some veggies, avocado, and an ACV-based dressing works wonders to settle my stomach or steamed spinach with roasted root vegetables/potatoes

Use digestive enzymes when necessary (These digestive enzymes are my favorites!)

Take at least 30 minutes to walk/move around daily (Pilates, yoga, or bodyweight exercises also work)

Drink ginger tea or some herbal-based tea nightly (my long-time favorite is Bigelow Benefits Calm Stomach Ginger Peach Herbal Tea!)

Don't eat anything for at least 3 hours before bed

For trapped gas: Try lying on your stomach, engaging in the downward dog yoga position or fetal position on the left side, or doing an abdominal massage (rubbing in a circular motion from the right side of your pelvis up through your rib cage down and around the left side) all work well!

[justagirlwholikesadam]

Construction Worker! Sandor Clegane's Headcanon

Sandor Clegane x Reader : Modern AU

A/N: lmk if you guys like this. I'll start writing more headcanon.

Warning: SFW, NSFW, fluffy, husband Sandor, reader is a housewife

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SFW

Construction Worker! Sandor works five days a week. He wakes up at 6:30am every Monday through Friday. Sandor wakes up with a big yawn and stretches his arms before looking to his side to see you still sleeping. He kisses your forehead before getting up to let the dogs out in the backyard.

Construction Worker! Sandor walks into the bedroom after his morning shower. He comes in with a towel around his waist and you can't help but watch his body with sleepy eyes as he picks up his clothes from the dresser you laid out for him the night before. You had the time because you are Sandor’s little housewife. You believe it’s the least thing you can do since he works hard all day long. Sandor loves the fact that you are his little housewife, cooking and cleaning. 

Construction Worker! Sandor always lets you know when he’s off to work. A gentle shake wakes you up.   “I’m off to work, babe.” You hear his deep voice and it wakes you up. He never leaves  without his goodbye kiss, something you made him get used to. At first he thought it was ridiculous to wake you up just for a kiss but after years being married to you. It's an essential for him now. He needs your kisses.

Construction Worker! Sandor grabs your chin when he notices you were about to kiss his cheek. He pressed his lips against yours.  You mumbled about morning breath but he doesn't care. The kiss was broken when both of you heard loud barking. Sandor rolled his eyes at the two very large Irish wolfhounds near the doorway of the bedroom. You let out a chuckle at the sight of your fur babies, they wagged their tails as they looked at both of you. “Aint doing nothin’ to your momma.” He tells them, making their head tilt to the side.  

Construction Worker! Sandor had rescued the two Irish wolfhounds from the shelter. Gregor and Ellie were siblings and Sandor didn't have the heart to break them apart. Gregor and Ellie grew large in the span of two years after Sandor adopted them.  Sandor kisses your cheek and walks away giving the dogs a pat on their heads and tells them to take care of their momma. The moment they hear their daddy walking down the stairs they are quick to jump on top of the bed making you squeal as they lick your face giving their own kisses to you. They go to their usual spot they always go when Sandor leaves to work. You laid back back down on the bed with them. Just like Sandor, they loved to cuddle up next to you.

Construction Worker! Sandor lets out a sigh when he hears the loud horn across the work site. It was time for lunch. He takes his hard hat off and pulls a bandanna out of his back pocket of his dark blue jeans to wipe the sweat off his forehead. He hears his coworker Bronn yelling at him to come over to sit with him. The guys on the job envy Sandor whenever he brings out his lunch. 

Construction Worker! Sandor would roll his eyes at them when he brings out the enormous lunch bag you pack for him everyday the night before. They were all curious what you packed for him and some were even filled with envy. There was a new guy on the job named Jon and his eyes widen when Sandor sat across from him. Now, Sandor is a big boy with a big appetite, he's 6'6. He needs to eat. You would pack him two sandwiches with a heavy amount of cold cuts, mayo and lettuce with pickles. No tomatoes, Sandor hates tomatoes. You pack him cookies and trail mix as well. Two large bottles of water along with cool blue Gatorade and a can of Dr. Pepper. That's just the snacks you pack for him to eat during his breaks. The main lunch would be leftovers or something you whip up for him. Today was white rice and ribs, you had placed the food in a heated lunch box that's battery powered. Sandor looks at the small container of salad you pack for him as well, Sandor isn't a fan of salads and has told you he isn't a rabbit but you told him greens are good for him. Either way he always eats what you pack him. You work hard to pack his lunches and he appreciates it very much. 

Construction Worker! Sandor watches as the new scrawny kid, Jon, eats string cheese and drinks a can of coke. Jon jumped when Sandor got up from his seat in front of him. Jon was told of Sandor beforehand. “Not a bad guy, keep to himself, hard worker but don't mess with him or his tools.” Jon realized then why everyone was a bit weary of the tall man. The right side of his face was burned, he can see the scars on his forehead to his cheek. Sandor's long brown hair covered most of it and his beard. Jon notices the large amount of tattoos of Sandor’s thick arms. Everyone on the table froze when Sandor leaned towards Jon, giving him one of his sandwiches and the zip lock bag of cookies. 

Construction Worker! Sandor nods when Jon thank him. Sandor just didn’t want to see the kid faint during mid shift. He didn't want to sit in another HR meeting about safety. “I’m Jon but my friend calls me Snow.” Sandor looks at him as he opens his water bottle. “Call me Clegane.” 

NSFW 

Construction Worker! Sandor comes home around 6:30pm. He parks his black pickup truck in the driveway and he can hear the dogs barking from inside the house. They knew their daddy was back. The moment he opens the door of the house, his stomach growls when he smells your cooking. He kneels down after removing his jacket and placing his hard hat on the table near the doorway to give Gregor and Ellie kisses and scratches behind their ears.

 Construction Worker! Sandor makes his way to the kitchen and smiles at the sight of you. He gets turned on when he sees you wearing a sundress. You’re barefoot and he can see your white paint toes. Your cheeks look flush, no doubt from cooking over a hot stove. “Did you have a good day today?” You ask as you get a beer from the fridge for him. Before you can open it for him, he gets in front of you and leans down to kiss you. Sandor’s large hands cups your face. “Is that yes?” You asked, smiling up at him. 

Construction Worker! Sandor nods and answers with a yes. You melt under his touch, the feeling of his rough hands on your cheeks. You can smell the sun on him along with sand dust. His cologne is faint, you place the beer on the counter and touch his chest as his hands go down to your hips. You look up at his face, being married to him for so long you knew what he wanted just by staring at those brown eyes. His breathing was getting heavy as his hands started to go down to cup your ass. “Check under.” You whispered to him, giving him a smirk. His breathing stutters when he feels your bare ass. He gives your ass a quick squeeze pulling you close to him. Your face near his chest and your hands go down to cup his hard on. “You’re so hard, honey. Want me to help you?” You tell him. Sandor doesn't respond to you, he gives a hum and you squeal at the sudden movement. Sandor had lifted you up to drape you over his broad shoulder. “Sandor! Wait! The oven! It’s on!” You shouted as you draped over his shoulder. You had smacked his behind and he quickly turned around to turn off the stove. 

Construction Worker! Sandor makes his way up the stairs to the bedroom. Ellie and Gregor are now barking and following him. “Stay!” Sandor firmly tells them and they quickly obey. After making his way up the stairs to the bedroom, he shuts the door behind him. Dropping you on the bed, you tugged on the collar of his shirt pulling him close to you. “I’m dirty.” He mumbles against your lips. “Don't care.” You tell him as you start to unbuckle the black belt around his waist. He asks you how you wanted it and you immediately roll to your stomach. You let out a squeal when he pushes the dress up to your waist, he smacks your bare ass when you get into position. 

Construction Worker! Sandor has many favorite positions but one of his most favorites is having you in doggy style. Your puffy cunt is on display, your little puckered asshole is all for him to do what he pleases. He’s tugging on the dress over your hip as he grabs a pillow for you to use it. “Good girl.” He tells you when you put the pillow under your hips. Sandor’s fingers are so thick and large you moan when you feel him playing with your pussy. He hums behind you as he plays with the fat of your ass, pulling your cheeks apart so he can see all your holes. “Baby.” Your cries were muffed. You wanted him in you so bad. Sandor had a habit of making you beg. 

Construction Worker! Sandor doesn’t even remove his clothes. He unzips his jeans while you go more towards him urging him to hurry up and fuck you. You let out a grunt when he gets into position, he brings one of his large heavy hands to your shoulder pushing you further down to the bed. Your chest is squished against the mattress as your ass is high up in the air.  “Please.” You begged him. You bite your bottom lip when you hear him spit. It was warm when it hit your ass, he rubbed your cunt with his spit even though you were wet, he didn't want to hurt you. Sandor wants to make sure your pussy is ready for him. 

Construction Worker! Sandor loves when you whine every time he slides inside of your pussy. It doesn't take him long to start thrusting, especially when you begin to push yourself on his cock, taking all of it. Sandor loves that his cute housewife is such a greedy slut for his cock. Sandor doesn't go hard until you tell him too, you beg him and cry out for him. Of course, he's gonna listen to his wife. He grabs one of your arms and pins it behind your back before he starts pounding you like crazy. Sandor groans as he looks down to see you creaming on his cock, he whines when he sees a white ring around his fat cock. 

[smallgodseries]

[image description: An animated sandwich smiles as it high-steps toward us. It’s brown bread is filled with luncheon meat, tomatoes and pickles with 2 olives on toothpicks for eyes. It  juggles avocado, egg, bacon, swiss cheese, cherry tomato, anchovies, bok choy, onions, and shrimp in a perfect arc overhead. Text reads, “52, Homeslice ~ Small God of Sandwiches”]

He is so much older than they dream, although never beyond his expiration date.  He is so much more crucial than anyone gives him credit for. They paint his origins in misty watercolors, call him a gambler’s dream, son of the fourth Earl of Sandwich, as if no one had ever thought to place a thing between two other things and call it whole before one man wanted to keep the mustard off his cribbage cards.

As long as there have been breads and bread-like things, there have been people using them to contain other things that would leave more marks upon the hand that eats them, meats and cheeses and sauces of all kinds. As long as there have been things to contain, he has contained them. Whatever can be placed between two halves of a whole belongs to him, and is delicious in his sight.

Peanut butter and jelly.  Peanut butter and banana. Turkey and stuffing with cranberry sauce.  Bologna and cheese. Sliced strawberries and roast beef. Cucumber and mayonnaise. Even, in more adventurous times, whipped cream and fruit and nothing savory to be seen.

He can be a breakfast, croissant sliced in two and filled with egg and cheese and crispy bacon, a slice of tomato perched jauntily atop. He can be a lunch, turkey and ketchup and cheese, a piece of lettuce for contrast, a smear of spicy mustard. He can even be a dinner, although that is rare anymore. He stands at the center of a million debates. No, he says, a hot dog is not a sandwich, it is food served in a bun; the two pieces of the bun are not distinct, and being enveloped does not a sandwich make. A hamburger, though…a hamburger is his to have.

There are no bad sandwiches. Sandy is overjoyed to bless them all, to see them coddled and consumed, crown to crust, and not a crumb forgotten.

[feral-ffa]

Ever wondered how those instagram foodie account girls stay skinny even though they're eating 5 items from a different trendy restaurant every day?

You had idly wondered that, but most of all you just couldn't believe your luck when you finally sealed the deal with a cute and sweet rising star foodie.

The first time the two of you went out for a content shooting dinner, it was to a nice fusion sit down place. She told you she'd mostly just talk to her tripod. All you had to do was get some close up shots of crispy crusts and cheese pulls and then just not eat till she had all the footage she needed. Easy trade off for a free dinner with a beautiful girl!

When the waiter came around, she rattled off an order of two house cocktails, two apps, and three entrees, before turning to you and asking you to pick your favorite entree too. You obliged, ordering pineapple fried rice.

When the food came out, she started taking pictures and recording, and she was still working on the appetizers when the 4 big entrees came to the table. You did your best suppressing your hunger and helping her get the perfect shot of her sampling each dish. When she was done and told you to dig in, you both started devouring the still-warm food. But you had to state the obvious. "There's no way we can finish all this."

She waved you off. "We'll take the rest in to-go boxes. Not like it's going to waste."

Still, it seemed like a shame to not have the food hot and fresh out of the kitchen. She got full shortly, but you plugged on, finishing the entirety of the lettuce wraps and spring roll appetizers, both desserts she ordered, and the sweet and saucy pork adobo. It felt like you barely put a dent in the other dishes, so you got to go boxes.

As full as you felt leaving, the siren call of leftovers lured you to the fridge twice more that night.

~~~~~~~

And so it went, your girlfriend taking you to snack joints and restaurants to help film, and you doing your best to clean the plates after. You never truly could though, always bested by her choice of rich cuisines or gimmicky posts ranking every kind of cronut or rice dog a place offered.

Until you all went to a fancy prix fixe place she had fought to get reservations for. You each got five modest portions of perfectly cooked food and you cleaned yours up no problem. She had started to get winded by the meat course and only had half of her dessert.

"Finally a member of the clean plate club, huh?" she teased as she snapped a picture of the receipt.

"Well they give you those small fancy portions," you protested. "Two bites of quail. Two bites of steak. Three raviolis. Tastes good though."

She just laughed and gave you an affectionate pat on the tummy.

~~~~~~~

You did find yourself having to size up your clothes as the seasons changed, but again, you considered it a reasonable tradeoff for the pampered life you were now living.

"I hope you're ready for this," your girlfriend chided you on the way to the state fair in the summer. She was partnering with them for a series of 'everything I ate at the state fair' videos, which of course was actually going to be everything you ate.

You faithfully videoed her taking the first bite of what felt like a million little snacks, making sure to capture her reaction. Wide eyes at the cheese pull from a mozzarella stick, unimpressed at a dry turkey leg, laughing as she got a good angle to chomp down on tornado fries, smiling in pleasure at cherry topped funnel cake.

Soon as she was satisfied with the footage, she would pass the greasy treat off to you and drag you to the next line. You lost count of all the fair food you hurriedly plowed through that day, the hand dipped corn dogs, berry shortcakes, bbq sandwiches, and fried oreos.

The shoot ended with you finishing off a huge fresh squeezed cold lemonade she had taken one (1) sip of. It was the only thing you had room for, and you felt it filling in the gaps in your already food-stuffed gut. You waddled after her to the petting zoo, where she wanted to treat herself to some baby animal cuddles as a reward for getting all the footage and b-roll she needed before sundown.

Before you sat on the bench outside for a breather, you noticed your stuffed belly peeking out of your shirt. Sure you just ate nearly everything the fair had to offer, but this was a new XXL shirt! You glanced at her inside the pen, scratching a piglet behind the ears.

"The pigs are my favorite."

"Yeah, I bet."

~~~~~~~

You went ahead and bought new shirts and pants again. As time passed you got better at eating as much of your girlfriend's orders as possible in one sitting. You especially looked forward to when she did collab videos with her friends. They'd reserve a long table and it would be laden with over a dozen meals. You got to try everything, eat as much as you wanted of your favorites, and there would still be leftovers.

One night before going out to film at a sushi restaurant, she warned you, "this is a hand roll place and i booked us the omakase menu, it's $250 for 6 small bites."

You helped her get pics and enjoyed the delicious savory raw seafood, but she caught the downcast look on your face and the hand on your belly after you left.

"Don't tell me you're still hungry?"

"You aren't?"

"No, I actually finished every course. Even the miso soup."

"Well I'm used to cleaning up after you don't finish every course!" You wrapped your arms around her, and pulled her in close to whisper in her ear. "You always pick where we go, can I choose somewhere just this once?"

"Let me guess," she said as she leaned into your soft belly. "You want to stop at mcdonalds?"

So the two of you stopped at the drive thru, chatting and laughing in the car as you worked your way through a big bag of burgers and fries.

~~~~~~~

You continued to feel grateful for this lifestyle, but you were especially excited when your girlfriend told you she booked a reservation at Pina's Table, a new Italian restaurant that was already getting lots of buzz on the socials.

When you arrived for your reservation, both in nicer clothes for the opening weekend, you were shown to a intimate booth near the back. You felt a little nervous sliding in, as you could just barely fit. But before long you were more focused on the menu. After she ordered her usual sampler spread of two apps, two cocktails and three entrees, the waiter turned to you for your selection, and you decided to be bolder today.

"How about the chicken marsala. And the baked ziti."

Both of your selections looked so good when they arrived, you could barely stop drooling while filming her slicing open a burrata and tasting the spaghetti all'amatriciana. It felt like a million years passed before she gave you the OK to dig in.

You started off sampling a little bit of everything, and it was of course just as good as expected. You were enjoying a mouthful of ziti when the flash from her phone went off. Startled, you looked up. Had she forgotten to get a picture of something?

"Sorry," she blushed, putting her phone back down. "You're enjoying yourself so much, I just wanted to save it to remember."

You laughed. "If that's good, just wait till after I'm done."

You dug into the warm food, savoring the light burrata and tomato salad and the heavier mushroom ravioli and amatriciana. You ate with relish for what seemed like ages until you started to feel the table pushing into your swollen stomach.

Exhausted, you leaned back, against the soft booth, your fullness finally catching up to you. You subtly opened the top button of your pants, letting your belly flow out to bump the table again. There was still so much of each entree left....

You were spared from the eternal dilemma by the chef, a young and energetic guy, coming to the table to drop off a sampling of cannoli and gelato. Your girlfriend jumped up excitedly to shake his hand and take selfies, and passed the phone to you to you could take a couple pictures of them... after you struggled to haul yourself to your feet.

"Thank you so much for helping get the word out," she chef thanked her profusely. "Pina's Table is my baby. I'm thrilled how many people turned out for it."

"Thank you so much for inviting us!" Your girlfriend chirped in reply. "Everything was delicious."

"I'm thrilled you enjoyed it! It's a labor of love." The chef clapped her on the shoulder before turning to you. "And of course your seal approval means just as much too! Seems like you enjoyed, huh?" He gave your belly a playful poke.

"I wouldn't be where I am now without the belly behind the account," your girlfriend agreed, reaching over to give your tummy another squeeze, jostling out a small burp.

The pair of them shared another laugh and selfie before the chef left to go gladhand some other tables.

"Should we get the to-go boxes?" she asked, patting you gently on the butt as you squeezed yourself back into the booth.

"I think I have a little room left."

You pulled the plate of ravioli in front of you and started working on it again as she took a short video of the desserts.

'The belly behind the account,' huh? You could get used to that.

[couldtheycatchkira]

FAQ

Is this about Kira Yoshikage? This is about the international serial killer "Kira" who kills through an indetectable, contactless, remote method. He might be in Japan, though.

Can you put a "Don't know this character/See Results" option? No. This is an active global serial murder investigation and time is of the essence. If you truly don't know who they are, either: look them up, ot just go by what I'm told are called "vibes". Do not default to "Could Not, Would Die" or "Could Catch, Would Survive" simply because you don't know who the character is.

What is the current wait time? About a year, maybe, and counting.

I thought this was for detectives only? We're desperate. Why do you think this is a suicide squad?

How many submissions can I send in one ask? Six. If you go to seven I am deleting the submission without review. Don't even think about attempting eight.

Do submissions need pictures? Not necessarily, but if you want to, make sure it's at the least an OFFICIAL RENDER. I don't like using fanart! (Nothing against fanartists, I just don't want to search something like "Kermit" and get images of strangely muscular frogs (you can imagine the hell I went trying to avoid AI images for Ramona Flowers)). IF YOU ARE SUBMITTING SOMEONE'S FANART FOR A CANONICALLY-UNSEEN CHARACTER (such as, for example, Adolin Kholin), LINK THEIR TUMBLR BLOG SO THAT I MAY CONTACT THEM FOR EXPLICIT PERMISSION.

If a character was already submitted as a standalone/part of a group, can I submit them as part of a group/a standalone? Yes, however you need to wait the full seven days after their poll goes up. In the event that both are submitted in a short amount of time from one another, I shall personally space them out in the queue so that there are at least seven days between them. This is to prevent a situation where, say, Princess Zelda is submitted in quick succession to "The Triforce Wielders" as a group, and you have two polls with Zelda running at once.

Can I submit a real human? No. Pets aren't allowed because they'd sweep, but do not send me video essayists or the like. I will not put them on the blog unless they, themself, send in their name on an official Tumblr account. I fully doubt this will happen, obviously, so simply do not do this.

Can I submit [ANYONE ELSE]? Baby life is short when you're dealing with a guy who can kill from a distance at any time. You should do whatever you like. Submit a guy who can't separate his darks from his lights. Move to a new city. Find a 200 sqft apartment. Get five roommates. Ghost all of them. Start a company that sells leg warmers for dogs. Declare bankruptcy. Move to a different new city. Enter a torrid romance with a guy who calls himself "The Creature". Cheat on him with a different guy who calls himself "Monsieur Beast", a legally distinct entity unaffiliated with MrBeast. Start an electro-flamenco band with both of your exes. Get trapped in a stupid and gay little maze. Fight your way to the castle beyond the Goblin City and take back what has been stolen from you. Eat a lettuce wrap. Move back to your hometown and tell no one.

[sunny-ssunset]

Heyyy hope you're doing well, I like your fics with the girly reader :)))

So can I please request Cartman with a girly s/o pls? (Never in my life did I ever think I'd request Cartman but I really wanna see how he'd act with his s/o being all girly and stuff)

If you don't wanna write it that's okayy ^⁠_⁠^

💖👹Eric cartman x A Girly! fem! reader👹💖

THANK YOU GIRL!!!! Its okay, been thinking about writing this one for a WHILE might make a x girly reader series i love the trope smmm

TW: BRIEF MENTIONS OF EATING DISORDERS

•First of all he is your no.1 fan

•Will back you up all the time

•He is the first to like any of your posts on any social media

•You'll both chat shit about people together

•"I dont wanna be rude but that skirt she was wearing today was disgusting" "I KNOW RIGHT AND THAT BRACELET EWWW"

•He wont tell anyone though unless you break up

•He is your biggest hype man

•He'll spoil you using kyle's moms credit card

•"BABE THIS WOULD LOOK REALLY PRETTY ON YOU"

•If you have a problem with confrontation and you are at a restaurant he will bring it up for you he is such a karen lmao

•"SHE WANTS A GREEK SALAD NOT A BIT OF LETTUCE AND SOME GROSS OLIVES FIX IT NOW."

•He'll always defend you if people are talking shit about you

•"Y/n is actually so fucking fak-" "The fuck did you just say about my Y/n?" *Death stare* "N-Nothing"

•He used to be scared about showing affection in public until he met you

•Brags about you to kyle

•And Kyle get so pissed off because he wonders why would someone as pretty as you be with someone like HIM?

•He follows you everywhere

•"GET BACK Y/N IS COMING THROUGH"

•The whole school thinks its a really weird match but you two dont care

•He is a very jealous man

•People arent even allowed to look at you

•He is your guard dog lmao

•His mom loves you

•She'll always mention you

•Cartman will rant about you to her

•"Is Y/n coming round today poopiekins?"

•He is actually really supportive of your body and looks suprisingly

•He'll notice if you arent eating enough and urge you to eat more

•And he'll hype you up whatever body type you are he thinks you are perfect <3

[i99zhuo]

Nini's diet ୧ ‧₊˚ 𓐐⋅ eat like blackpink jennie!

this is a guide on jennie's diet plan with multiple meal + a little workout routine!

content list:

1. diet specifications

2. breakfast

3. lunch

4. dinner

5. extras!

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✸ ꒰ diet specifications + workout ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

👒 important: I'm only sharing Jennie's diet, always consult a doctor before doing any diet, stay healthy people >.<

INFO: Jennie's diet plan is simple with meals that consist of good proteins, organic vegetables, fruits, and whole grains. In this guide I will provide 2 meal examples for breakfast, lunch and dinner that I have researched and are part of Jennie's diet.

The calories you will consume doing this diet are around 472 to 1119 depending on what options you choose to eat! [TRY AND ALWAYS STAY IN 800 cal TO 1119 cal DON'T STARVE YOURSELF!!!]

Diet duration: 3days - 7days

WORKOUT: Here is the actual workout Jennie does!

wunda twists (30s per side)

side kick kneeling (30s per side)

break (15s)

downward dog leg lift (30s per side)

downward dog ab cruch (30s per side)

break (15s)

jack knife (30s)

one legged wheel (30s per side)

bow pose (30s)

dancer pose (30s per side)

video ver. -> click me!

you can also do any of the workouts i mentioned on my previous blog!

RULES: try and make these changes in your diet in order to make it more effective!

> drink 8 glasses of water! (example -> 2 while having breakfast, 2 while working out, 2 while having lunch and 2 while eating dinner)

> reduce salt intake!

> reduce sugar intake! (use another sweetener instead, example -> stevia, honey, coconut sugar, etc.)

> have your last meal at around 6pm to 8pm

✸ ꒰ breakfast ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🦎 meal a: simple and light fruit breakfast 202cal

-> 1 banana (~~130g)

-> a glass of soy milk (~~200ml)

🌿 meal b: whole grain toast with boiled egg 138cal

-> 1 egg (~~55g)

-> 1 slice of wholegrain bread (~~25g)

✸ ꒰ lunch ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🥑 meal a: avocado salad 266cal

-> 1/2 avocado (~~120g)

-> 1 cup of cherry tomato (~~150g)

-> 4 pieces of lettuce (~~10g)

-> 1 garlic clove (~~3g)

-> a pinch of salt

-> a pinch of pepper

-> 1tbs of olive oil

🎾 meal b: salmon salad 216cal

-> 1 cup of lettuce mix (~~35g)

-> 1 palm of salmon (~~80g)

-> a handful of blueberries (~~35g)

-> 1/2 boiled egg (~~28g)

-> oriental sauce to your taste!

✸ ꒰ dinner ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🛣 meal a: detox juice 118cal

-> 1 apple (~~160g)

-> 1/4 cup of pineapple (~~43g)

->1 lemmon (juice) (~~15g)

-> 1 and a 1/2 cups of spinach (~~45g)

💶 meal b: porridge 280cal

-> 2 spoons of black beans (~~30g)

-> 30g of mung beans

-> 2 spoons of red beans (~~30g)

-> 1/2 cup of rice (~~100g)

-> 4 cups of water

✸ ꒰ others ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

✳️ these are some extras you can eat if you're still hungry or craving snacks!

option 1: detox tea (2cal)

option 2: fat free yoghurt (66cal)

option 3: oatmeal cookies (217cal)

option 4: latte (86cal)

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Hey ty for reading AND waiting for this one 😭😭😭😭 I'm so sorry but I'm so unsure about this one, it's my first time trying this format sooo idk if its fine or not??? I feel like it's all over the place...

well anyways i don't really have much to say 🫡

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The Mills & Boon book I'm reading, Gentle Savage, continues to be incredible. Here's what's happened so far...

At 17, Kelsey is kissed by her father's friend and business associate Marshall (I know, ew), who is in his mid-20s and constantly calls her honey-bee (yet another ewwww) then fast forward four years and it's the eve of her 21st birthday and Marshall is randomly taking her out for dinner.

Kelsey works at an interior design place in London and is constantly sexually harrassed by the boss's son, Greg, who has ever proposed to her. Anyway, so Kelsey goes to dinner with Marshall where they eat some weird fish and almond on lettuce concoction, and there are many ladies there with their dates who are staring at them because he's dated them ALL. He is the most man is have ever men'd. Before dessert they go for a slow dance and. they're joined on the dancefloor by a woman named Jade and her partner Kent. Jade is all up at Marshall and being spiteful but flirting, and then he reveals that Jade is actually married to Kent and, basically, Kent get your wife the fuck away from here before I punch you (yes, he is that dramatic).

The following day is Kelsey's 21st birthday party and Greg is there, drunk, and he's telling everyone from their company that they've been seeing each other so to save Kelsey from SOCIAL RUIN (this book was written in 1993, not 1953), Marshall suggests a fake engagement because Kelsey's dead dad would want him to save her. Kelsey is a spikey young lady and she's not taking any of Marshall's shit. Greg tries to get all gross with her again but Marshall saves her and they announce the engagement and Greg drives off in his sports car.

To also save Kelsey from COMPLETE AND UTTER SOCIAL RUIN FOR SAYING NO TO GREG, Marshall is giving her a job to renovate a villa in Portugal he has just treated himself to. That means she'll get to live over there for six months so by the time she returns she can call off the engagement by saying he's a total cad and people will feel sorry for her because apparently everyone hates him just as much as she does.

The day after that, Marshall turns up to take Kelsey out for a drive and she spots a wedding and she's like, 'Let's watch!!!! The bride is so pretty!!!!!' So they stop and Marshall is suddenly VERY SAD. Turns out he just loves and leaves the ladies as he does with his big masculine prowess because he OBVIOUSLY HAS A DEAD WIFE. We do not yet know what his wife Laura died of, but the bride looks just like her and he is SAD.

He says he's taking Kesley for afternoon tea and they rock up at this manor house but it's not a country hotel like he told Kelsey but his HOME. And he's not a cold, hard headed brute at all, because HE LOVES AND ADOPTS ORPHANED DOGS, and has an old couple called the Rooks living with him who work for him.

By this point they have shared several kisses and Kelsey has realised she is in love with this man, who is only ever described as dark and sardonic, and she is absolutely desperate to bang the absolute life out of him. This is where I've got up to but when I've finished I'll update, but I'll leave you with this amazing quote describing one of their kisses.

'...he was completely still and then his arms went around her, drawing her to him as his mouth plundered hers. His kiss was violent in its intensity, a fierce hot hunger seeming to take hold of him, ripping the veneer of civilisation away in a second of time.'