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[imrllytootiredforthis]

VACATION SEX!!!!!! Specifically thinking about either beomgyu or lix for this one idk why they are so cute and would just be so easy to fluster

Like spending the whole day at the hotel pool or waterpark subtly teasing him, eyeing him up in his swimsuit without even hiding it just to see him blush, grabbing his ass when he walks in front of you, “accidentally” grinding up against him in the wave pool bc the water was just too rough before suddenly deciding you want to go tan as he begs to stay in the water a bit longer so he can calm down bc poor baby gets hard from the smallest touches. but of course you drag him out anyway as he pretends he doesn’t like the embarrassment of having to walk in front of everyone with a boner. & sitting him down on the towel to rub sunscreen on his chest and back, paying extra attention to his nipples as he whines that you guys are in public and anybody could see, even though he pushes his chest out into your hands for more (tsk tsk again with the pretending to hate the embarrassment) and also pretending to fumble with the sunscreen and dropping it on the opposite side so you have to lean over him to get it, putting your hand right by his throat for leverage and practically shoving your chest in his face as he whines harder

AND THEN FINALLYYY after a long day of him having to endure all the torturous touches and you making up excuses to stay at the pool longer because it’s funny to see him lose it, you bring him back to the room. and he is already desperate and pliant just waiting to be thrown around and used as your little doll. he’s sitting patiently on the bed as you lock the door and put up the do not disturb sign before turning to him and shoving him down onto the bed, climbing onto his lap and grinding against him like how he’s been waiting for all day. bonus points for a sloppy kissing session with his arms pinned by his head as he can hardly reciprocate bc he’s moaning so much and begging as he thrusts up into your bathing suit, asking in the sweetest voice “please please take it off, touch me, just do anything!” and how can you resist your sweet boy who’s been so patient even though he’s been waiting so long?

and round 2 in the shower afterwards bc you can’t go to bed soaked in that chlorine water… but i had this epiphany while i was scrolling through pinterest and had to tell you. anyway i see that you’re having another busy week, remember to take breaks and relax if things get too overwhelming!! also don’t forget to eat and drink water:) nothing is more important than your mental and physical health

-🎀

thank you so much<3, i'm actually gonna take a break over the weekend so everything i post is queued and i'm just going to relax for the holidays and recharge after everything that's been going on!

honestly, thank you for caring, it feels really good to have people understanding that it takes quite a bit out of my time and is also mentally as well as physically draining,

but anyway,

going on a vacation with lixie, holy fuck, the sunscreen visual you gave me was the best fucking thing in the world,

teasing him all while under the guise of simply keeping the poor baby's skin safe from the sun, brushing over his nipples, smirking as he whines about being and public, begging you to stop all while he keeps pushing his chest further into your touch and you really can’t help but notice the way he’s subtly pressing himself against your knee

whispering to him about how he’s a dirty boy, wanting to get off on your thigh in front of all these people, the little perv

he tries his very hardest not to moan from that, his lip pulled between his teeth, tiny hands fisted at his sides to keep from touching your when you ‘accidentally’ drop the lotion bottle, leaning over his body to retrieve it

after you notice how red your baby is, brushing your fingers over his freckles with a slight frown, cooing about how he’s gotten burnt all while you know damn well the effects you’re having on him. He nods along sullenly, giving his best puppy eyes and you decide to be merciful, saying you should go back to the room now so he doesn’t get more burnt

that do not disturb sign getting put to good use but he only blushes as you put it up, imagining about fifty different positions he wishes you would fuck him in right about now

he’s just so needy when you finally touch him, whining and pawing at your body, lips latching onto your skin wherever they can find purchase.

so sensitive and so worked up, moaning when you finally begin to grind down on him. he swears he can see stars, he’s so pent up from all of your teasing touches and malicious, knowing smiles

his hands rest on your hips, wanting to explore, not wanting to piss you of any further, looking up at you with the sweetest doe eyes

“can I touch, please, please, let me touch, I promise, I promise, I’ll make you feel good, I’ll make you feel so good.”

his lips leave wet kisses all over the top of your chest, a trail of saliva left behind costing your skin

but no, no because you pin his hands above his head, “no touching puppy.”

Poor puppy cries out, as you kiss him, messy and sloppy with teeth and tongue and drool and his tears mixing in, thrusting up desperately

and when you pull away you can’t help but admire how pretty he is, all messed up

“i-I’ll do anything! I’ll be good-I promise I’ll be so good!” He cries

so you take pity, grabbing the phone off the nightstand and handing it to him while you reach over to put the number in.

“okay puppy, call room service for me, make sure to not make a sound and maybe if you do good baby, I’ll give my good boy a reward~”

you slither down his body, pulling his swim trunks down right as a voice comes over the phone

“room service, how can I help you?”

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sorry this is a bit sloppy and rushed, I wrote it on my phone right as I was about to leave😭

[glass-heartz]

it’s getting late now, dearest!

did you have a good day today? no new injuries today, right?

I hope you’ve been treating yourself with love today, you deserve to be able to enjoy being yourself and feeling pretty!

remember to eat something for dinner if you haven’t already! something healthy and savory!

don’t forget to drink some water before going to bed too! that last cup of water is so you can be well hydrated while you’re resting!

I’ll keep our bed nice and warm for you like always! remember to try coming to sleep at a reasonable hour, staying up too late can mess with your health!

and who knows, maybe I’ll reveal myself soon <3

sending lotsa mwah mwahs and snuggles!

-Fluffy!!!!!

it is getting late, indeed ,,

i had an okay day, feeling very low ,,

i’ve felt exhausted and just very tired overall, very drained. i’ll admit to you.

i haven’t eaten all day, i lost my appetite.

i’ll try to get some refreshing water, or iced tea. i’ve been having iced tea lately … !!

and truthfully, i’ve been awake until like… six in the morning at least. i can’t seem to sleep at all. sighs ,,

but who knows ,, maybe i’ll join you tonight. i don’t know how tonight will go, truthfully… last night was just bad. but i hope you can keep me safe, yes? and i can’t wait for your little surprise ,, -chuu!-

[kosmokai]

Sipho!!! How are you doing?? How's your life out in yours? Are you eating well? Sleeping enough? Having some rest throughout the day?? If not, please do. Be healthy <3 I really like you and you should be well get it??

Khush Raho pyaari saheli❤️

hi noulli!! thank you for checking up on me, and yes, i’m doing great!! i’ll try my best to be healthy, but assignments are getting most of my time and attention 😭😭

but enough about me, how about you?? i hope you’re doing really well, don’t stress about your work too much, yeah? don’t forget to drink lots of water and get some sun :3

ndikucacele kakhulu noulli-yanthwa, stay safe!! 🫶🏾🫶🏾

[susantaylor01]

How to Get Rid of Fat Hips

INTRODUCTION

Fat accumulation in the hips is a common concern, especially for women. Genetics, hormonal factors, and lifestyle choices can contribute to stubborn fat deposits in this area, making it difficult to lose weight from the hips. While spot reduction, losing fat from a specific part of the body is largely a myth, a combination of overall fat loss, targeted exercise, and lifestyle changes can help reduce fat in the hips. Here’s how you can address this issue effectively and safely.

Understanding Hip Fat

Fat is stored in the body when we consume more calories than we burn. The distribution of fat varies between individuals, often based on genetics, age, and sex. Hormonal factors, particularly those related to estrogen, cause women specifically to store fat in their buttocks, thighs, and hips. While this fat can serve important biological functions, excessive accumulation can lead to aesthetic concerns and health issues.

1. Focus on Overall Weight Loss

Since spot reduction isn’t possible, your first goal should be to reduce overall body fat. When you lose fat throughout your body, your hips will naturally become slimmer over time. This can be achieved by creating a calorie deficit burning more calories than you consume. Here are some tips to help with overall fat loss:

a. Create a Caloric Deficit

To lose weight, you need to consume fewer calories than you burn. Start by tracking your daily caloric intake and cutting down on high-calorie foods that provide little nutritional value, such as sugary drinks, processed foods, and unhealthy snacks.

b. Eat a Balanced Diet

A balanced diet rich in lean proteins, whole grains, fruits, and vegetables supports fat loss. Protein, in particular, helps build and repair muscle tissue, which can increase your metabolism and promote fat loss. Incorporate lean meats, beans, eggs, and low-fat dairy products into your meals. Don’t forget healthy fats, like those found in avocados, nuts, seeds, and olive oil, which help with satiety and overall health.

c. Stay Hydrated

Drinking plenty of water aids in digestion, reduces bloating, and helps control hunger. Often, we mistake thirst for hunger, leading to unnecessary snacking. Staying well-hydrated supports your body’s ability to metabolize stored fat efficiently.

2. Cardiovascular Exercise

Cardio exercises are crucial for burning calories and promoting fat loss. Regular cardiovascular workouts can help create the caloric deficit needed to shed fat from the hips and other areas.

a. High-Intensity Interval Training (HIIT)

HIIT involves alternating between short bursts of intense activity and periods of lower-intensity recovery. This workout style boosts your metabolism and burns more fat in a shorter amount of time compared to steady-state cardio. Incorporate exercises like sprinting, jumping jacks, burpees, or cycling at high intensity, followed by a slower pace to recover. Aim for at least 20-30 minutes, three to five times a week.

b. Steady-State Cardio

Longer, steady-state cardio sessions—like brisk walking, jogging, or cycling—can also help with fat loss when performed regularly. If you’re not a fan of high-intensity exercises, consider activities like swimming, hiking, or dancing to burn calories and keep your workout enjoyable.

3. Strength Training for Hips and Lower Body

While losing fat requires overall calorie burning, you can still tone and strengthen your muscles to create a leaner, firmer look in the hip area. Incorporate strength training exercises that target the hips, thighs, and glutes to build muscle and improve muscle definition. Here are some effective exercises:

a. Squats

Squats are a fantastic lower-body exercise that targets the glutes, quads, hamstrings, and hips. Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, and lower your body as if sitting in a chair, keeping your knees behind your toes. Push back up to the starting position. Perform 3 sets of 15-20 repetitions.

b. Lunges

Lunges work on your hips, thighs, and glutes. Leaning forward with one foot, bend both knees at a roughly 90-degree angle. Resuming your starting position requires pushing through your front heel. Perform three sets of 12–15 reps per leg, switching legs throughout.

c. Hip Thrusts

Hip thrusts specifically target the glutes and hips, helping tone this area. Sit on the floor with your upper back against a bench and feet flat on the ground. Lower back down and repeat. Perform 3 sets of 12-15 repetitions.

d. Side-Lying Leg Raises

This simple exercise isolates the outer thigh and hip muscles. Lie on your side with legs straight, and slowly raise your top leg as high as you can without rotating your hips. Lower it back down slowly. Perform 3 sets of 15-20 repetitions on each side.

4. Consistency and Patience

One of the most important factors in losing fat, including hip fat, is consistency. You won’t see results overnight, but with regular exercise and healthy eating, you will notice changes in your body over time. Track your progress with measurements, photos, or fitness benchmarks, and celebrate small victories to keep yourself motivated.

5. Manage Stress and Sleep

Lifestyle factors, such as stress and sleep, also play a role in fat loss. High stress levels can lead to emotional eating and the release of cortisol, a hormone that promotes fat storage, particularly around the abdomen and hips. Incorporating stress-reduction techniques like meditation, deep breathing, or yoga into your routine can help keep your stress levels in check.

Adequate sleep is crucial for maintaining a healthy metabolism and regulating hormones that control hunger and satiety. Try to get between seven and nine hours of sleep per night to help you lose weight.

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Conclusion

While it may seem challenging to get rid of fat hips, it’s entirely achievable with the right combination of exercise, nutrition, and lifestyle adjustments. Focus on overall fat loss through a balanced diet and regular cardio, while incorporating strength training to tone and shape your hips. Stay consistent, be patient, and make healthy living a long-term habit to enjoy sustainable results.

[altruistbloger]

Skiing for Seniors: Tips for Staying Active and Safe on the Slopes

Skiing is a fantastic way to stay active, and it’s a sport that can be enjoyed at any age. If you're a senior looking to hit the slopes, it's important to take some extra precautions to ensure that your skiing experience is both enjoyable and safe. Whether you’re planning a day at the resort or venturing into backcountry skiing, here are some simple tips to help you stay active and have fun on the snow.

1. Start with a Lesson

If it's been a while since you last skied or if you’re new to skiing, consider taking a lesson. Ski instructors can help you refresh your skills, improve your technique, and ensure that you’re skiing safely. Many resorts offer specialized classes for older adults, so you can learn in a comfortable and supportive environment.

2. Choose the Right Equipment

Having the right equipment is key to a safe and enjoyable skiing experience. Make sure your skis, boots, and poles are properly fitted and in good condition. If you’re new to skiing or trying it again after a break, renting gear from a reputable shop can be a good option. For backcountry skiing, make sure you have the necessary safety equipment, including avalanche gear and a transceiver, and that you’re familiar with how to use it.

3. Warm Up and Stretch

Before hitting the slopes, take some time to warm up and stretch. Gentle stretching can help prevent injuries and improve your flexibility, making it easier to navigate the slopes. Warming up with some light exercise can also prepare your muscles for the physical activity ahead.

4. Know Your Limits

It’s important to listen to your body and know your limits. Stick to slopes and terrain that match your skill level and comfort. If you’re considering backcountry skiing, make sure you’re fully prepared and experienced in navigating off-piste terrain. It’s always a good idea to start with easier runs and gradually work your way up as you gain confidence.

5. Stay Hydrated and Eat Well

Skiing is a physically demanding activity, so staying hydrated and eating well is essential. Drink plenty of water throughout the day and eat balanced meals to keep your energy levels up. Avoid heavy meals that might make you feel sluggish, and opt for light snacks to keep your energy steady.

6. Use Proper Safety Gear

Safety gear is crucial for all skiers, but especially important for seniors. Make sure you’re wearing a properly fitted helmet to protect your head. Consider using padded ski pants or a back protector for added safety. For backcountry skiing, additional safety equipment, like avalanche beacons, probes, and shovels, is essential.

7. Take Breaks and Rest

Skiing can be tiring, so don’t forget to take regular breaks and rest when needed. Listen to your body and take time to sit down, stretch, or have a snack. Avoid skiing for too long without rest, as fatigue can increase the risk of injury.

8. Be Mindful of Weather Conditions

Weather conditions can greatly impact skiing. Check the weather forecast before you go and be prepared for changes. If conditions are icy, very cold, or if there’s poor visibility, it might be best to stay on easier runs or opt for indoor activities.

9. Consider Skiing with a Buddy

Skiing with a friend or family member can add an extra layer of safety and enjoyment. It’s always a good idea to have someone with you who can assist in case of an emergency or just share the fun of the slopes.

Conclusion

Skiing can be a wonderful way for seniors to stay active and enjoy the outdoors. By following these tips, you can ensure that your skiing experience is safe and enjoyable, whether you’re on a resort run or exploring the backcountry. Remember to stay within your limits, use the right gear, and take care of your body, and you’ll be able to enjoy the slopes with confidence and fun

[aadhyawork]

Preparing for Your First Paragliding Experience in Bir Billing

If you’re seeking an adrenaline-pumping adventure that offers breathtaking views and a unique perspective on the world, paragliding in Bir Billing is an experience you won’t want to miss. Nestled in the Indian Himalayas, Bir Billing is renowned for its perfect paragliding conditions. Here’s everything you need to know to prepare for your first flight.

1. Understanding the Basics of Paragliding in Bir Billing

Bir Billing is globally recognized as one of the best paragliding spots, thanks to its ideal weather conditions and stunning landscape. Before you take off, it’s crucial to familiarize yourself with the basics, including the Bir Billing paragliding height. Typically, flights in Bir Billing start from the Billing take-off point, which is situated at an elevation of about 2,400 meters (7,874 feet) above sea level. This altitude ensures a thrilling experience with ample time to enjoy the panoramic views.

2. Costs and Pricing

When planning your paragliding adventure, it’s essential to understand the financial aspects. The Bir Billing paragliding cost can vary based on the type of flight package you choose. Generally, a tandem paragliding flight, where you soar with an experienced instructor, is priced between INR 2,500 to INR 5,000. The Bir Billing paragliding price might fluctuate depending on the season, package inclusions, and duration of the flight. Always check for updated prices and ensure there are no hidden charges.

3. Safety Considerations

Safety is a top priority when it comes to paragliding. While Bir Billing is considered a safe location for this adventure, it’s important to be aware of potential risks. Research the history of Bir Billing paragliding accidents to understand the importance of adhering to safety protocols. Opt for well-reviewed and certified operators who follow stringent safety measures and provide high-quality equipment. Additionally, listen carefully to your instructor’s safety briefing and follow their guidance throughout the flight.

4. Best Time for Paragliding in Bir Billing

Choosing the right time to visit is key to having a successful paragliding experience. The best time for paragliding in Bir Billing is typically from March to June and from September to November. During these months, the weather is favorable with clear skies and gentle winds, providing optimal conditions for paragliding. Avoid the monsoon season (July-August) due to heavy rains and strong winds that can affect safety.

5. Preparing for Your Flight

Before your flight, make sure to:

Dress Appropriately: Wear comfortable clothing and sturdy shoes. It’s advisable to dress in layers to adjust to changing temperatures.

Stay Hydrated and Eat Light: Drink plenty of water and eat a light meal before your flight. Avoid heavy or greasy foods that could cause discomfort.

Check Your Health: If you have any medical conditions or concerns, consult with a doctor before undertaking paragliding.

6. Capturing the Moment

Don’t forget to bring a camera or use your phone to capture the stunning views from above. Many operators offer photo and video packages, so inquire about these options when booking your flight.

Conclusion

Preparing for your first paragliding experience in Bir Billing involves understanding the costs, safety measures, and the best time to visit. By taking these steps, you’ll ensure a thrilling and memorable adventure. So, get ready to soar high and take in the majestic beauty of the Himalayas from an unparalleled vantage point!

[siu-ka-phahospital]

Top 10 Tips for Maintaining Healthy Joints and Bones

Maintaining healthy joints and bones is essential for a vibrant and active life. Our skeletal system provides the framework for our body, supporting movement and protecting vital organs. At Siu-Ka-Pha Hospital, recognized as the best orthopedic hospital in Assam, we understand the importance of bone and joint health. Here are the top 10 tips to help you maintain healthy joints and bones.

1. Maintain a Balanced Diet A balanced diet rich in calcium and vitamin D is crucial for bone health. Calcium helps build and maintain strong bones, while vitamin D improves calcium absorption. Include dairy products, leafy greens, fish, and fortified foods in your diet. Don’t forget to get some sunlight exposure for natural vitamin D.

2. Engage in Regular Exercise Regular physical activity strengthens bones and joints. Weight-bearing exercises such as walking, running, and strength training are particularly beneficial. These activities stimulate bone formation and help maintain bone density. Aim for at least 30 minutes of moderate exercise most days of the week.

3. Maintain a Healthy Weight Carrying excess weight puts additional stress on your joints, particularly weight-bearing joints like the knees and hips. Maintaining a healthy weight reduces this strain and lowers the risk of joint damage and osteoarthritis. Eating a balanced diet and regular exercise can help achieve and maintain a healthy weight.

4. Stay Hydrated Hydration is often overlooked in joint health. Water lubricates joints and helps maintain the cartilage that cushions bones. Drink plenty of water throughout the day to keep your joints well-lubricated and functioning properly.

5. Avoid Smoking and Limit Alcohol Smoking and excessive alcohol consumption can negatively affect bone health. Smoking interferes with calcium absorption and decreases bone density, while excessive alcohol intake can lead to bone loss. Quitting smoking and moderating alcohol consumption are crucial steps towards maintaining healthy bones and joints.

6. Practice Good Posture Good posture reduces strain on your joints and bones. Whether you are sitting, standing, or lifting, maintaining proper alignment helps distribute weight evenly and prevents unnecessary stress on your musculoskeletal system. Incorporate ergonomic furniture and be mindful of your posture throughout the day.

7. Take Joint-Friendly Supplements Consider taking supplements like glucosamine and chondroitin, which are known to support joint health. These supplements can help maintain cartilage structure and reduce inflammation. Always consult with a healthcare provider before starting any new supplement regimen.

8. Protect Your Joints Protecting your joints from injury is crucial for long-term health. Wear appropriate protective gear when engaging in sports or activities that put you at risk for joint injuries. Additionally, practice safe techniques when lifting heavy objects to avoid unnecessary strain on your joints.

9. Get Regular Check-Ups Regular check-ups with an orthopedic specialist can help detect and address potential issues before they become serious. At Siu-Ka-Pha Hospital, the best orthopedic hospital in Assam, our experts can provide personalized advice and treatment plans to ensure your joints and bones remain healthy.

10. Manage Stress Chronic stress can negatively impact bone density and joint health. Practice stress-reducing techniques such as yoga, meditation, and deep breathing exercises. Managing stress not only benefits your mental health but also supports overall musculoskeletal health.

Conclusion Maintaining healthy joints and bones is a lifelong commitment that involves a combination of proper nutrition, regular exercise, and healthy lifestyle choices. By following these top 10 tips, you can ensure your joints and bones remain strong and resilient.

At Siu-Ka-Pha Hospital, we are dedicated to helping you achieve optimal orthopedic health. As the best orthopedic hospital in Assam, we offer comprehensive care and advanced treatments to support your bone and joint health. Whether you need preventive advice or specialized treatment, our team of experts is here to help you every step of the way.

[rubeslovesthesmiths]

hi rubes 💕

i hope you know that you are amazing, and you are worthy and capable of so many great things. i may not know you well, or really much at all yet, but that doesn’t change much. you deserve to have positivity in your life. you deserve so much. i want you to know that. it seems like you’re having a notsogood time recently, and i want you to know that you’re loved and you have support<3 you are strong. i’m not sure if you need this, but i’m sending it your way regardless. you have made it far, you are doing great. don’t forget to take care of yourself. drink plenty of water, eat well, rest yourself. if you need a break, take a break. no worries about inactivity on here, if you need a break, take one. treat yourself well. self love and self care are very important. and you are very important.

i hope you’re doing well. have a wonderful day, week, month, year, and all of the above. stay safe. stay strong.

~❕

The way my jaw dropped

OMGANONYOURSOSWEETITSNICETOKNOWPEOPLECAREANDDONTWANTMETODIEANDSTUFF

Bless you, exclamation point anon

Bless you

[nikhalgupta]

The Road to Healthy Weight: Ayurvedic Weight Gainer Capsules in Kanpur

Ayurvedic weight gainer capsules in Kanpur are dietary supplements formulated using herbs and natural ingredients based on principles from Ayurveda, the traditional medicine system of India. These capsules are designed to help individuals gain weight in a healthy and natural way.

What Natural Herbs are used in Ayurvedic Weight-Gainer Capsules

Here are some common herbs that may be found in Ayurvedic weight gainer capsules in Kanpur:

Ashwagandha (Withania somnifera): Ashwagandha is a popular adaptogenic herb used in Ayurvedic weight gainer capsules in Kanpur.

Shatavari (Asparagus racemosus): Shatavari is another common herb found in Ayurvedic weight gainer capsules in Kanpur.

Gokshura (Tribulus terrestris): Gokshura is traditionally used to promote strength, stamina, and muscle growth. It is often included in Ayurvedic weight gainer capsules in Kanpur to improve appetite and support the healthy functioning of the reproductive system.

Vidarikand (Pueraria tuberosa): Vidarikand, also known as Indian kudzu, is believed to have nourishing properties that support overall health and well-being. The main work of this ingredient is to increase the appetite of a person and better his digestion.

Safed Musli (Chlorophytum borivilianum): Safed musli is used as a revitalizing herb in Ayurvedic weight gainer capsules in Kanpur.

Yashtimadhu (Glycyrrhiza glabra): Yashtimadhu, commonly known as licorice, is used for its soothing properties in Ayurvedic weight gainer capsules in Kanpur.

How To Gain Weight Fast And Naturally

1 — Eat More Calories: Ayurvedic weight gainer capsules in Kanpur can complement your calorie intake by providing nutrient-dense ingredients that support healthy weight gain.

2 — Eat Frequently: Alongside Ayurvedic weight gainer capsules in Kanpur, aim to eat smaller, frequent meals and snacks throughout the day to increase your calorie consumption.

3 — Choose Nutrient-Dense Foods: Opt for nutrient-rich foods that provide essential vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants along with calories. Include plenty of fruits, vegetables, whole grains, lean proteins, and healthy fats in your diet.

4 — Focus on Protein: Ayurvedic weight gainer capsules in Kanpur may contain protein-rich ingredients like Ashwagandha, Shatavari, and Gokshura, which can support muscle growth and repair.

5 — Strength Training: Combine Ayurvedic weight gainer capsules in Kanpur with strength training exercises to build muscle mass and support healthy weight gain.

6 — Stay Hydrated: Drink plenty of water throughout the day to stay hydrated and support overall health. Avoid filling up on calorie-free beverages like water or herbal tea, as they can fill you up without providing additional calories.

8 — Limit Cardiovascular Exercise: While cardiovascular exercise is important for overall health, excessive cardio can burn a lot of calories and make it harder to gain weight. Focus more on strength training and limit cardio to moderate amounts.

9 — Get Adequate Sleep: Ensure you’re getting enough quality sleep each night while taking Ayurvedic weight gainer capsules in Kanpur, as sleep is essential for muscle recovery and growth.

A Healthy diet that can help in Natural Weight Gain

1- Eat More Carbs: Include foods like rice, oats, bread, and pasta in your meals. They give you energy and help you gain weight.

2- Healthy Fats: Snack on nuts, seeds, avocados, and olive oil. They’re high in calories and good for you.

3- Protein Power: Eat chicken, fish, eggs, beans, and dairy products. They help build muscles and make you stronger.

4- Drink Milk: Have whole milk, cheese, and yogurt. They’re rich in protein and calcium, which are great for gaining weight.

5- Eat Often: Have small meals and snacks throughout the day to get more calories.

6- Fruits and Veggies: Don’t forget to eat fruits, vegetables, and beans. They have vitamins and minerals you need for good health.

6- Stay Hydrated: Drink water and other healthy drinks to stay hydrated. You can also have milkshakes or fruit juices to add more calories.

8- Balanced Meals: Try to have a mix of carbs, protein, and healthy fats in each meal. It helps you get all the nutrients you need.

9- Be Patient: Gaining weight takes time. Keep eating well and being active, and you’ll see results over time.

Is Yoga Exercise Good for Natural Weight Gain?

Yes, Yoga Exercise is good for Natural Weight Gain

1 — Stress Reduction: Yoga practice often includes relaxation techniques and breathing exercises that help reduce stress and promote relaxation.

2 — Increased Appetite: Certain yoga poses and practices can stimulate the digestive system and increase appetite.

3 — Muscle Building: While yoga is not primarily a strength-training exercise, it does engage and tone muscles throughout the body.

4 — Mindful Eating: Yoga encourages mindfulness and awareness of the body and its sensations.

Conclusion

Taking nutrient-dense foods, staying hydrated, and being patient with the process, individuals can achieve their weight gain goals naturally and sustainably. iVate Ayurveda is the best local company that produces Ayurvedic weight gainer capsules in Kanpur at your city with the actual ingredients and herbs that are extracted from nature which help in aiding human illness issues with Ayurvedic Treatment.

FAQ -

Are Ayurvedic weight gainer capsules 100% Natural and Pure ?

Yes, Ayurvedic weight gainer capsules is 100% Natural and Pure

What are the Main Ingredients used in Ayurvedic weight gainer capsules ?

The Main Ingredients used in Ayurvedic Weight Gainer Capsules are — Ashwagandha, Safed Musli, Shatavari, Triphala and Gokshura.

Who Provides Perfect Ayurvedic Weight Gainer Capsules in Kanpur ?

iVate Ayurveda is the Company that provides perfect Ayurvedic Weight Gainer Capsules for Weight Gain in Kanpur.

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[limetarte]

How about a student strike?

I hear many teachers talk about how they don’t like the way students get treated and stuff like that, but their strikes only ever bring some better treatment to teachers and school staffs, never to students. Students should go on strike. I understand it would be hard to do, that’s why we need organizers. “You” could be an organizer if you want. The government is unlikely to do anything to help students unless students themselves say what they want or show it. That’s why I’m thinking about a strike.

What I think the demands should be:

1. No exams, or no exams impacting your future. We don’t need exams to test someone’s knowledge nor to learn. Students will forget the vast majority of what they learned for an exam once they don’t need that info anymore, which is most information that school teaches.

2. No mandatory homework, homework only if the person wants to and that won’t impact someone’s future.

3. Different ways of teaching. Not being forced to sit still all day and do and learn everything a certain way. Being able to choose to learn outside, inside, online, etc. Research based teaching, being taught in ways that are proven and shown to work best or well.

4. Being allowed to go to the bathroom whenever you want to and for whatever reason without ever having to ask for permission.

5. Being allowed to choose when you learn something, so at what time of the day and what days and months.

6. Bullying not being tolerated.

7. Classes about diversity, inclusivity, race, sexuality, privilege, oppression, systems, politics, consent, etc.

8. Classes about survival and nature: learning about different kinds of plants and their uses, which ones to stay away from, how to cook, how to clean, how to survive in nature, how to repair stuff, what to do with meat, critical thinking, etc.

9. Classes about whatever you want a class of, examples: dancing (cultural, etc.), languages that you choose, different arts, sciences, skills, etc.

10. School not being focused on written language and written words, written language doesn’t really matter and is just used as a tool rather than a mandatory skill.

11. Not getting punished or abused, instead learning in a positive and safe environment with positive reinforcement.

12. Choosing how much you want to be taught about something, especially about unnecessary subjects, like grammar, etc.

13. Classes about actual history and no whitewashed history, not most of the history focusing on privileged groups, being taught history about different minorities and different cultures and communities.

14. Classes about how to treat people, nature, animals, plants, etc.

16. Classes about equity, equality, respect, mutual aid, kindness, community, etc.

17. Classes about different religions and different spiritualities.

18. Classes about relationships: how to make friends, how to get to know someone, how to end friendships, how to make boundaries and respect others’, how to end relationships, how to start relationships.

19. Being allowed to eat food and drink water during classes. Being allowed to stim, draw, make noise during classes.

20. Not being forced to do anything, and that includes not being forced to attend school.

Am not a student anymore, so will share ideas and give support. Students generally are around my age, and I was a student up until recently, so I feel like this is also my thing.

This info should be spread throughout students, so that many get the word and so that a strike can actually happen.

[sunmoonjune]

SCREAMING CRYING HYPERVENTILATING THROWING UP SUFFOCATING ON MY PILLOW

I LOVE THEM!!!|!%]!_$~!!}

woo comforting bug and APOLOGISING FOR EVERYTHING even though he’s not the one who hurt her (we don’t talk about that tackle) and him holding her even until his arms fall off?? standards are extremely high they are unattainable rn

AND THE YUNREUNION (it took me an embarrassingly long time to remember how reunion was spelt 😭) THEIR HUG WAS SK CUTE HIM SAYING YOURE SAFE WOO SAYING STAY *pls*

the way bug didn’t want woo to let go of her as well istg i’m sat here crying that is so cute and my heart is burning rn i’m literally sat wiggling my toes because of these intense emotions and the little forehead kiss has me giggling twirling my hair like hehe that made ME blush

love your writing so much i got so excited to read it was the best thing to wake up to forget studying for my modules exams i shall stay awake all day re reading and giggling at the comfort cause lawd knows i need comfort and you have DELIVERED god bless amen

also just saw you weren’t doing too well a couple days ago i hope you feel better :( take care of yourself stay healthy and happy always MWAH

- 📚 xx

SCREAMING CRYING I LOVE YOU hehehe <333

no but these long comments with your guys' thoughts make me kick my feet and giggle!! literally have to put my phone down to dance across the room cause I'm so happy <33

wooyoung is really out here raising standards xD hi yes, I'll take one jung wooyoung with a side of ateez please??

the yunbugwoo reunion <333 so much love I was literally squirming and giggling in my seat writing it I swear

and she couldn't let go of woo :')) she wanted him to stay so bad and he couldn't be parted from her either <33 the little forehead kiss too,, I was in agony writing that D': it was so cute <3

thank you so so much my love <33 I'm so happy you enjoyed the new chapter!! I'm also glad it came at the right time! I def know the excitement of something nice during exam season :>

(and thank you again lovely <3 it warms my heart so so much to know you guys care :')) I hope you also stay healthy and happy! drink some water and eat when you can <33 )

[glass-heartz]

I’ll be heading to bed now, sweetie!

I hope today was a good day for you, you’re almost done with the week! you got this!!

remember to have something yummy for dinner if you haven’t eaten yet! gotta keep yourself well fed, yknow!!

don’t forget to drink some water too! maybe treat yourself to a warm cup of milk so you can snooze well tonight!

I’ll keep our space nice and warm for you while I wait for you to come to bed, don’t stay up too late <3

sending lots and lotsa mwah mwahs!!

-Fluffy!!!!!

ah, you’ve sent this anon yesterday, and i didn’t return as intended ,, but i fell into a state of disorientation yesterday, and was a bit out of it and i just woke up all confused afterwards. i don’t recall much, but i’m here ,, !! mm ,,

i missed you, hun !! i’ve kept you safely in my thoughts, and i have yearned to talk to you again if i see you around again. i hope you’re doing all okay today, and had a wonderful day.

i haven’t had dinner, but i might eat soon ,, i don’t know yet. we’ll see !!

i won’t forget the water this time, i’ll keep it very near me tonight so i won’t forget ,, -chuu!-

thank you for everything, lovely.

[distortedataraxia]

Hi!! Don’t stress yourself over requests and matchups! I believe everyone can understand that no one can work on requests, manage their life’s and work on recovering

Drink lots of water and don’t forget to eat!!

Love you and stay safe! <3

Hi ! Thank you a lot, it means a lot :'D I'll remember that ^^

I hope you drink a sufficient amount of water aswell and that you eat well !

Stay safe and take care ! ★

[ghostwriterofficial]

The Ghostwriter (5 Chapter Sample)

Well, hello there! For my own safe keeping, I am posting the first five chapters of my work-in-progress novel, The Ghostwriter.

If you stay to read I would appreciate it greatly if you would tell me what you think in the notes!

This is my first ever novel, so I hardly know what I'm doing. Criticism, (both negative and positive) really helps me.

Cw/tw for cursing, drug reference and alcohol, as well as mild sexual references and a potential eating disorder (I promise it's not as edgy as that makes it seem)

(Also musical theater. Ew.)

Story is under the read more 》

  Chapter I

September 12th, 2012

A thin bar of moonlight crossed my face as I stared up at the ceiling, counting the cracks and then recounting them as I had been since about ten pm, which is when I gave up on television and attempted to sleep. At this point, though, I was giving up on that, too. I rolled over and checked the time on my alarm clock. 3 AM. Practically morning, I decided.

 I rolled out of the blankets and sat on the edge of my bed, holding my head in my hands. It’s better if I don’t sleep, anyway. I thought. When I slept, the dreams returned. Dark hair in the wind, bundled up in a parka, a small child. Ready for the bus, only to miss it- 

I shook my head, clearing the memory, and stood up. I stretched until my back popped and then I shuffled sock-footed down the hallway and into the kitchen.

I opened the fridge, removed the milk carton, and gave it a shake. 

“About half full,” I muttered, opening it and taking a swig. 

I set it on the counter and took a can of coffee out, along with one filter out of the bag that I kept up there. I placed it in my old coffeemaker, and then poured a spoonful of coffee inside it. I checked the water level, and noticed it was full, so I closed the top and pressed “start” before opening the cupboard where I kept dishes and grabbing my mug. It was a wedding gift from about five years ago- a cheap thing, with ‘Mr.’ printed in black serif on the outside.

 I liked it because it was just the right size, and in my experience conducted heat better than any other mug I had. I refilled the dog’s water dish and wiped my counter down white I waited for my coffee to brew. I smiled slightly when the comforting scent began to fill my apartment. Colin was sleeping on the couch, curled in a tight black ball. He wasn’t technically allowed to be there- he sheds like crazy- but I didn’t have the heart to kick him off.

 His old bones needed rest.

He stirred a bit in his sleep and I left the kitchen to give him an affectionate pat on his shoulder. He tapped his tail, very slightly, and sighed. 

“Good boy.” I murmured.

Just then, the coffee maker beeped, and I went back to the kitchen to pour myself a cup. I added some milk, and a little honey, and leaned back against my counter, mug warming my hands, as I waited for it to cool to a temperature just under the limit of what my mouth could handle. I glanced out the kitchen window, at what I could see of the sky. The stars weren’t visible- they never were, here- but the moon was.

 The first signs of dawn were beginning to appear on the undersides of the clouds, but the sky was a rich grayish black and a fat full moon shone in sharp relief against it. My brain hummed with the faintest sign of inspiration.

“Only the brightest lights are visible, but the moon is only bright because it reflects something brighter.” I muttered to myself, forgetting how hot my drink was and taking a thoughtful and artistic sip. 

I had been standing there for a second, breathing through my mouth to soothe my burned tongue, when my gaze dropped to the ivy plant on my kitchen windowsill. 

It seemed dry so I filled a glass half-full with water and poured some into the soil.

The plant was growing in the other mug in the wedding set, the one marked “Mrs.” 

I had wanted to break it when Ellie left, but I couldn’t bear to even throw it away.

At the same time though, I couldn’t stand seeing it just sitting there in the cabinet among the other mugs, as if it was just waiting expectantly for her to lift it off the shelf. I found a better use for it where it is now: on the sill, with an ivy in it.

With both mugs full, I felt less like half a set, and more like… well… 

Something else.

But in a good way, I think.

I took a sip of my coffee, now at a drinkable temperature, although the pain on my tongue had not completely faded.

I sighed, and set about the long task of enduring what was left of the night.

Chapter II

I managed to fall asleep soon after, despite the coffee, despite the fact that I had been sitting in an office chair, and despite the biting cold seeping through the drafty window in my office. I had been waiting in vain for an email to appear out of thin air, but it hadn’t three weeks ago, and it wouldn’t now.

It would’ve been smarter for me to just give up, at least temporarily- rather than waiting anxiously for a sign, any sign at all, that I had a client.

Business was always somewhat catch-as-catch-can in the ghostwriting industry, but never had it been so unreliable; I hadn’t had work in months, and my funds were running painfully thin.

My clients were the rich and powerful (or, far more often, the mildly famous) who wanted an “auto” biography without having to write said material. A few days ago I put in applications to work at the nearest fast food joints, just to keep myself alive, in case i couldn't get a client before my funds ran out.

I stretched, wincing at the soreness in my back, and stood up. 

I couldn’t tell the exact time from the light outside, as the sky was clouded over, mirroring the thick blanket of fog that had crept in on me as I slept. The worst kind of weather, in my opinion.

What made it worse was the fact that I had to go walk the dog.

I went to the door and called Colin.

Immediately I heard the telltale clicking of a dog’s claws on hardwood, and the boy himself appeared in the doorway, expectant dog grin on his face.

“Walk?”

He let out a quiet woof in response and wagged his tail like a helicopter.

I smiled despite myself and grabbed my coat and his leash off the hooks by the door, and after putting them on we departed.

I cannot stand fog; it makes everything damp and obscures your vision to the point that you almost have to navigate by sound alone. 

If it weren’t for Colin, I wouldn’t leave at all when it’s like this. At least it was a distraction from my depressing lack of emails- I knew if I were inside, I’d be checking it every five minutes, and that wouldn’t be healthy, really.

I congratulated myself for being positive for once as I followed the dog through the hall and down the stairs, fishing my pockets for cigarettes. I located one loose in my coat pocket along with a cheap lighter just as we were arriving at the door.

 It didn’t occur to me until I was faced with the swirling gray in person that I might not even be able to light the thing because of the oppressive moisture in the air. It also couldn’t hurt to try. I stood under the alcove and managed to light the end and set it smoldering. I took a puff and stepped off the stoop and onto the sidewalk, allowing Colin to lead me where he chose. Despite the cigarette, I couldn’t ignore the ominous presence of the fog. I couldn’t see ten feet in front of my face, and sounds were muffled. I felt goosebumps forming on my arms as I followed my dog into the void. I told myself I was acting stupid. I mean, this was practically a phobia, and for what? Some floating water vapor?

I shook myself off and tried to think of something, anything else, like how nice it was to be outside despite the weather, and think of all the calories I was burning by walking!

Except, no, it wasn’t nice really, and I needed all the calories I got. I was already underweight, although I didn’t like to admit it. It wasn’t that I couldn’t get food per se, I just kind of forgot to eat most of the time. I never really felt hunger a lot of the time, and whenever I realized I hadn’t eaten in a while, I had to force myself to eat anyway, so what was the point of cooking? Most of my calorie content was from the shit I put in my coffee, to be honest. I exhaled smoke as I sighed.

“It never gets better, does it?” I said aloud, surprising myself as much as the dog, who turned to face me, looking concerned. It was a thought I had been having internally for a long time, turning it around in my mind like a gas station hot dog, but I don’t think I’d ever voiced it. I took a long drag and released it. Fuck, I knew I didn’t need an answer for that question. I knew the answer. Maybe it had been better once at some point, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to survive long enough for it to ever be that way again. And if I was being honest with myself I don’t think I wanted things to be the way they were. Unless I could turn back time to before shit started to hit the metaphorical fan, anything I did would be tainted by my memories. Any happiness made me feel vague guilt as it was- it might’ve eaten me alive if I let myself be happy all the time.

Maybe things got better for some people, but as far as I was concerned, things were as good as over. I had smoked that cigarette down to the filter and half finished another (a completely different brand, who knows where it came from? Certainly not me-), by the time Colin was ready to head back to the apartment. I smoked the other one down and crushed it under my heel. Instantly wishing I had more. It was less of an addiction to nicotine (although that helped), than just the desire to focus on something. I used to smoke pot, but it was one of the first things to go when I started budgeting- it just wasn’t as important as food.

If you asked me that now, I’d probably have a different opinion, but that didn’t matter anyway, because my food budget had shrunk to be far lower than what my weed budget used to be.

I stepped in a puddle and almost cried.

I squelched home in abject misery, mentally cursing God, Zeus, and the local politicians.

Colin led the way into the building, up the stairs, down the hallway, and waited patiently while I fumbled with the keys.

I threw off my shoes, peeled off my socks, and, standing there in my bare feet, decided to go the whole extra mile and just take a shower. When I finished, I put another pair of sweatpants on along with a clean shirt, and threw a hoodie over it because the apartment was cold. Slouching into the kitchen, I noticed Colon's empty food dish and poured a scoop into it for him. Hearing the tinkle of the kibble, he came trotting in from the living room, grin on his face, and began inhaling it.

I patted his head and left him to it. The door to my office (used to be a bedroom) caught my eye, and I stood in the living room with what looked like an intense internal conflict all over my face, when in reality I had blanked out and there were no thoughts going on whatsoever.  I remembered where I was and opened the door. The bulky old computer, at least half my age, sat taunting me from the rickety old desk I had picked up from a yard sale at a house a couple blocks down the road. I took a seat in my office chair and reached out a hand to boot the thing up, before catching myself.

"C'mon Jack. You know there's nothin' there…" I muttered aloud, immediately pressing the power button anyway.

I watched in sulky silence as the dinosaur of a computer struggled to boot. As it loaded itself up, I reminded myself that there was no way that there would possibly be anything in my inbox. I opened Gmail with that mindset, and I had to come to terms with the fact that it was the wrong one pretty quickly when, despite the odds, I was faced with an email. Not just any email, either- an email from a potential client, which had been sent hours ago, while I was sleeping right in front of the goddamned computer. With shaking hands I opened it and began to read.

In essence, the agent of one Ossory Black, famous Broadway actor, required someone who could write a biography for him from his point of view, without credit but with a fat stack of cash as reward. They wanted confirmation of a lunch date/interview over the phone, and had enclosed their number as an open invitation.

I felt giddy. I could live for months on that type of money, which, while the numbers had been vague at best, I was sure was a good type.

I practically scrambled to call the number, nearly dropping my Nokia several times. Which wouldn't have been a problem, but was still frustrating.

It rang three times before a disgruntled female voice answered me.

"You've reached Lilly Harper," she growled, "the fuck do you want?"

"I'm Jack Shmidt," I spoke slowly to avoid pissing her off. "The ghostwriter?"

"Oh, right." She cleared her throat and seemed to straighten herself before continuing. "Sorry about that, I thought you were… someone else…"

I had ideas about who that someone could be, but I didn't say anything.

"It's alright. You wanted to negotiate a deal?"

"Yes." She said, "But damn, have you got your work cut out for you."

Chapter III

We spoke at length about rates, before negotiating a meet time. I hung up the phone with a grin and turned to my dog, who had come over at the sound of my voice.

"We're safe now, boy!" I laughed, attempting to pick him up, before my strength failed and I gave up. I shook it off and petted him instead, but it still worried me, somewhere in the back of my mind. I was always able to carry him before, even when he was a strong young adult. Now he was old, and light, and somewhat frail and I should’ve definitely been able to carry him with ease, but I couldn’t and it made me uneasy. I went out onto the balcony and lit a cigarette.

It hit me that this book may very well be my big break, so to speak. 

Although I knew I wouldn't get any credit for the work publicly, Black was famous enough that hopefully the right people within publishing would catch wind of it. I realized then that this job was more important than just this one client- it could make or break my career.

I chuckled and snuffed my cigarette out on the wooden railing. Kind of late for that, honestly. An opportunity like this should've come a decade ago; career determining events belong in your twenties. Not that I was complaining, this way I knew I wouldn’t botch the job- I had an extra ten or so years of experience under my belt.

I pocketed what was left of the cigarette and went inside. I knew what I had to do to prepare for the project.

I spent the next three days researching the theater, so I could at least appear knowledgeable. I even found a few illegal recordings of plays circulating online, including some that Black himself had performed in. He didn’t look how I expected him to. Honestly, I was kind of expecting an older guy- after all, why would a young guy want a biography when he wasn't done having experiences worth writing about? He seemed to be in his mid to late twenties, a little younger than I was, and he had vibrant red hair. I thought I’d seen redheads before, but Ossory Black was a whole different category. I had never seen anyone with hair that shade, and my first instinct was to think it was dyed, but by the time I finished all the material I could find, I wasn’t so sure, although I wasn’t able to find any pictures of him with different colored hair to prove it.

 He seemed to own any stage he was placed on, even when he played more minor roles, which is probably the reason he wasn’t put in minor roles more than a few times, in his early career.

 I wasn’t able to find any plays featuring him in any roles, even minor ones, earlier than 2004, but I chalked that down to him only being in local performances, or more niche productions. His wikipedia page was uncommonly bare as well, which was surprising as he was somewhat of a celebrity, with a good number of fans. 

The only information on his page that I hadn’t found out myself through mere deduction was a birth date; November 1st, 1985, which meant he was 27, so I was more or less spot on when I guessed his age. I was intrigued by the incredible dearth of information relating to this guy, and found it exciting that I would be the one who would reveal his backstory to the world, and judging by the comments sections on the many MySpace posts related to him, a lot of people wanted to read it, too. 

I woke up to the alarm I forgot I had set blaring in my ears, and it took me a solid thirty seconds to remember why the fuck I had set it in the first place.

I slapped at it until it shut up and then I groaned and rolled out of bed, stretched, and trudged, bleary-eyed, into the kitchen, where I brewed myself some coffee and thought about maybe making toast. I decided against it (pretty sure the bread was stale anyway), and went into the office, where I saw my notes from yesterday and nearly spat out my drink with the shock of realizing that it had actually happened. Jack Shmidt in reality is never so lucky… until now, I guess. I gathered my notes, skimmed over them to jog my memory, and checked the time. 

“Shit.” I sighed. I needed to hurry or I’d be late. 

 I showered quickly, blow dried my hair, and shaved. Then I went to figure out what to wear. I found a sweater vest in the back of my closet, a pale blue button-down shirt, and a pair of khaki slacks.

I got dressed and hunted down my comb so I could fight the knots out of my hair. I seriously needed a haircut. Like, a professional haircut, not just the stationary-scissors trims I would give myself once my hair got long enough to brush my shoulders. I hadn’t gotten it professionally cut since my ex wife and I were emo and I wanted it fringe. I lost focus reminiscing and accidentally yanked the comb too hard.

I cursed and shook my head to dispel the pain and the memories. As I did so I noticed the wall clock out of the corner of my eye- I had fifteen minutes to get there. I cursed again and stood up, scanning the room for things I may need. I grabbed my keys, phone, notepad and wallet and shrugged into my coat. Colin heard my keys jingling and came running, thinking I was taking him for a walk.

“Sorry, buddy,” I told him, crouching so I could give him a hug,  “You can’t come along this time.” I held his face and rubbed the graying hairs on the side of his muzzle and sighed.

He was getting old fast. He had been just a puppy when Hope was born. I stood abruptly, startling the dog, and turned to leave.

On my way out I peeked at myself in the full-length mirror by the door and sighed. The idea was to make myself look like the kind of person who would enjoy theater, but I just felt like an office worker like this. I glanced into the coat closet, found my favorite knit cap, and put it on.

“Yeah, I guess this works.” I shrugged and pulled on my converse.

As I was leaving my apartment I turned to look over my shoulder at Colin.

“Bye.” I said again.

He answered with nothing but a tired sigh that ate at my heart, and I shut the door behind me, leaving him alone.

When I turned around I found myself face to face with my neighbor, Crystal.

“Where are you going in such a hurry?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips.

“Interview.” I said, trying to move past her.

“You finally got a real job?” She elbowed me teasingly. “Mister ‘Starving Artist’?”

“I’m the one doing the interviewing, dumbass.” I snorted.

“Ohhh…” She adjusted her glasses, (which I knew were just RealD 3D glasses with the frames popped out, but whatever). “Well, at least you’re being paid, cause the way you’ve been living…”

“Yeah… I, uh…” I nodded my head in the direction I needed to go. “I’m actually gonna be late if I don’t-”

“...Absolutely cray cray.” She continued. I doubt she had even heard me, because she was now texting someone. “Who is your client, anyway?”

“Uhhh… some guy named Ossory Black?”

She nearly dropped her phone. “Ossory Black??”

I nodded and tried to escape while she was distracted, but she grabbed my sleeve before I could get away. “Ossory fucking Black? The actor?”

“Yep. That guy.”

“O.M.G that’s cool as shit.”

“Can I go now?”

“So that’s why you’re dressed like a bargain bin Onceler.” She grinned.

“That’s the best diss you could come up with?” 

“Not really a diss, you know…” She said, moving closer. “You know I’m a Once-ling. I kinda dig the scrawny hipster aesthetic.”

I cleared my throat. “Crystal, we talked about this.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re no fun, Jack. If you didn’t want to see me anymore you should’ve moved away like I told you to.”

“You know full fucking well that that’s not happening.” I growled.

She moved away. “Sheeeeeeesh…” 

As I turned to leave she called after me,

“Hey, get an autograph from him for me, pretty please? I’m a big fan!”

The car ride was uneventful, and traffic was somewhat light, luckily, but I still ended up five minutes late. 

I locked my car, a little Honda Civic with nothing in or on it worth stealing, and crossed the rain-shiny parking lot to the little diner we had agreed to meet at. Surprisingly humble in my opinion, due to the theatrical nature of my client’s profession, but I didn’t mind either way. 

When I stepped through the heavy wooden push-door, I skimmed the tables for my client.

He wasn’t hard to find. Aside from his eye-catching hair, he seemed to exude an air of confidence that drew the eyes. Also, he was reading one of my books.

I stumbled as soon as I noticed. He was sitting sideways at the booth, leaning against the window, with my book in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He took a sip and flipped the page, seeming engrossed. 

I had no idea if he knew I had written it (though if he didn’t that was a crazy coincidence), but I still scanned his face for signs of approval and willed myself to walk.

When I neared the booth he raised his eyes to meet mine. They were bright green and full of humor. I realized that I had dressed incorrectly. Black himself was wearing ripped black jeans and a dark green sweater that was unraveling at the edges, in contrast to my pale business casual.

“Good book?” I asked as I struggled to arrange my thoughts.

“Actually, yeah,” He grinned. “And who are you?”

“Jack Shmidt… I’m uh…” 

He thought about it for a moment before he realized.

“Oh! You’re the ghostwriter, aren’t ya?”

I grimaced. “Well, I wouldn’t say it out loud like that.”

He closed the book and turned to sit at the table normally.

“Eh, who gives a damn, my reputation is already shit anyway,” He said, gesturing across the table, “Have a seat, why dontcha?”

I obliged, and he continued.

“So Lil hired you to write down my life story, right?” He asked, stirring his drink, which at closer range was revealed to be not coffee, but tea.

“Ah, yes. Yes, that’s correct.” I nodded.

An elderly waitress noticed us and came over to take our orders.

“Well would you look at that, its my favorite reoccurring customer. And you've got a new friend?” She twittered. "Double the business!"

“Doris, this is Jack,” Black gestured towards me and I waved sheepishly. “He’s been hired to write my biography.”

“That’s wonderful honey, I hope it sells well.”

“Thank you kindly.” He answered with a warm smile.

“Can I getcha anything, dears?” She asked, glancing first at Ossory, then at me. 

“Just the usual, please.” Black answered

“Oh, of course. It's always potatoes with you in some way or other, you ginger."

 Watching them laugh together made me grin despite myself. 

She turned to me with a sparkle in her eye.

“And what can I get for you?”

“Oh, no thank you,” I said, shaking my head, “I’m not hungry.”

“Oh nonsense, dear.”

“No, really. I don’t need anything to eat.” I insisted, “But I would like some coffee, if you have it.”

“Suit yourself, dearest,” she shrugged, “But if you get hungry just let me know.” she gave a pert nod in my direction and shuffled back to the kitchen.

I looked down at the table and sighed quietly enough that I didn’t think anybody could hear me over the din of the diner, but when I looked up, I saw that Black was examining my face with a vague expression on his face.

“You… alright, over there?” He asked.

“Oh, totally. Just had a big breakfast, that's all.” I lied cheerfully.

He laughed. “I get it.”

I cleared my throat and changed the subject.

“Anyway, that book we were working on?”

“Oh, right, well, what is it you need to know?” He asked. “Where should I start?”

“Well, uh.” I pulled out my notebook and opened it at an empty page. “I guess, the beginning? You know, where were you born? To whom?”

“I…” He thought for a moment, closing his eyes with concentration, “Well I was born the first of November, In 1986.” He said.

“Uh huh.” I nodded. I learned that already, from wikipedia.

“I was born in Ireland, but came over the pond a long time ago, I don’t remember it much.” He continued.

I wrote that down quickly. I should’ve figured he was Irish based on his hair, and eyes, and the spray of freckles across his nose.

“Alright.” I said, when I noticed that he was waiting for confirmation.

He cleared his throat and continued on. “I came over alone, though. No parents.”

I glanced up, surprised.

“If you don’t mind me asking, wha-”

He interrupted me with a shrug. “No idea, I never saw them again.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”

He shrugged again. “I don’t remember them, either. It was forever ago.”

From that point on he had my pen writing constantly as he painted his story.

After he came to America, he wandered the streets of New York, where he saw his first Broadway play by sneaking in after a young well-to-do couple, the Morrison-Blakes, who offered to take him in when they discovered him trying to follow them out afterwards. 

The wife, Margaret Morrison-Blake, was infertile, and they raised the then eight-year-old Ossory Black as their own son, in their family home in Vermont. 

He was next in line to receive the Morrison-Blake fortune when his adoptive parents suddenly disappeared and he was accused of the murder, but nothing came of the accusations. At 15 years old Black was once again an orphan, but this time he ran away when the authorities tried to put him in foster care, and ended up living in an abandoned house in the ‘bad part’ of town. He didn’t go to school past freshman year.

I was enthralled. As he spoke, a far-away look came into his eyes like an old man reminiscing about old memories. 

We completely lost track of time, actually. The food was delivered and eaten, several cups of coffee were drunk, the bill was delivered and paid (Black insisted on footing the bill) and I got to see just a little bit deeper into the soul of the man who was Ossory Black than anyone else ever had… or at least, that's what I thought.

When I looked up from my notepad, I noticed the light had changed. 

He did, too, “I think we’d best continue that when we meet next.” He grinned.

“Yeah,” I said, gathering my things.

“Oh, wait- before I forget…” He rifled through his bag, searching for something. I stood back and waited, and he pulled out a wad of cash. “This is the… uh… whatever it’s called… down payment?” 

On autopilot, I reached out and took it. “Yeah, thanks.” I said, pocketing it. It looked to be a good thousand’s worth in hundred-dollar bills. I grinned.

“Also,” He looked me up and down, “You’ve never been to a single production, have you?”

I ran my hand across the back of my neck. “Well, uh… not in person?”

He snapped his fingers. “I knew it!” He exclaimed, “I kept dropping the easiest references ever and they went right over your head.” 

“Heh. Yeah, I wasn’t a theater kid or anything.” I shrugged.

“Yeah, you look like the Onceler pre-capitalism trying to pass himself off as a highschool theater queer when he’s nothing but a hipster without the mustache.” 

I had to take a few seconds to process all the words in that sentence, and by the time I was ready to defend myself he was already distracted looking for something in his bag.

He passed me a rather large red ticket, resembling a movie ticket but oversized, and what looked like a backstage pass but had “Crew” printed on it. “This is for my next show.” He said, pointing at the ticket. “It opens for the first time tomorrow, actually, which is why I have to be leaving, heh.” 

“Oh, thanks.” 

“Yeah, of course.” He thought for a moment. “I mean, after all, you can’t write about theater if you’ve never felt theater.”

“Okay, And what’s this for?” I held up the pass.

“Ah,” He grinned mischievously. “That will let you into the crew only after-party.”

I imagined what Crystal would think if I told her I’d be going to a cast party with Ossory Black and stifled a wicked grin.

“Actually, could I get an autograph? My friend is a big fan of yours.” I ripped a blank sheet from my notebook and held it out to him.

He smiled and pulled a pen from his back pocket. “Sure. Who should I make it out to?”

I thought for a moment before answering; “That chick with the mustache finger tattoo.”

He snorted and slapped the paper down on the table so he could write it down before signing the page with his name in elegant script.

 “Here you go.” He said, passing it back to me with a tip of an imaginary hat. “Good luck with that chick.”

“Thanks.” I chuckled. “Good luck with your rehearsal.”

“Much obliged.” He said, turning on his heel and walking out of the doors with extremely enviable confidence.

I shook my head and pocketed the autograph before going out the door myself. I glanced around on my way to the car, but he was nowhere to be seen.

On my way back to my apartment I stopped to deposit all of the money in the bank except for one hundred dollar bill, which I took with me to Walmart and used to buy dog food and printer ink, then I drove through the Starbucks drive thru and ordered a venti Caramel Macchiato with almond milk, no whipped cream, and three and a half extra shots of espresso in it using the change.

“Fucking hell, they made it wrong.” I sighed, taking a sip as I turned out into the rolling tide of traffic, only to be nearly rear-ended by a minivan.

“Mother fucker!” I snarled as I unrolled the window and stuck my hand out so they could see when I flipped them off. Judging by the way they laid on the horn, they definitely saw it. I quickly rotated the hand crank to roll the window back up and snickered.

When traffic started moving again, the minivan passed me and I made eye contact with the bloated, red faced, and absolutely livid middle aged man who was driving. I winked at him and he started ranting like a lunatic at his wife, who was sitting next to him with an expression of abject misery. I shuddered at the thought that I may be like them someday. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I was getting older, despite the fact that I didn’t seem to have changed much since I was twenty, other than one or two concerning gray hairs that were only visible if I looked for them. Even still, time marched on. Hope would’ve been twelve if she hadn’t- 

I turned the knob on the radio all the way up to dispel the thought and nearly shattered my fucking eardrums. I sat there, watching the sea of cars trickle slowly forward, and tried to stop my shoulders from shaking while Somebody That I Used to Know blared out of my car’s speakers with so much force that I could practically feel it.

It occurred to me then that I never would be like that middle aged couple, they-

(insert deep philosophical speech where this mf over analyzes boomers)

***

I pulled into the apartment block two hours later, what optimism I had left sucked away like jello through a metal tube by New Jersey traffic. As neat of a noise as that would make, I was sad, and desperate for the cigarettes I had forgotten to buy. I lugged the groceries upstairs with great difficulty, put them away, and immediately threw off my clothes so I could change into something more comfortable. I found my favorite pair of sweatpants, an old pair with worn knees and holes in random places from Colin getting too excited as a puppy. I was pulling a hoodie over my head when a knock came at the door.

“H-hello?” I called.

“Jack, it’s me, Crystal!”

I adjusted my sweater and walked over to the door. 

“What do you want, though?” I said, without opening it.

I could hear her exasperated sigh through the door before she told me she just wanted to talk.

I opened the door and crossed my arms, waiting for her to say what she wanted to.

“So,” She grinned. “Ossory Black?”

I shrugged. “He’s pretty chill, I guess.”

“You interviewed him, though.” She said, eagerly. “You learned shit he hasn’t told anyone else before.”

“Yeah, I mean…”

“Have you started writing?”

“Chris, I just got home…” 

“Oh, right,” She thought for a second, “Didya get an autograph for me?”

I had completely forgotten about it. “Actually, yeah. Give me a minute to find it.”

Before she could answer, I closed my door and searched around a minute before finding the sheet of paper folded up in one of the front pockets of the slacks I had been wearing, where it made the most logical sense for them to be in the first place.

I opened the door again warily to find her still standing there.

“Here.” I said, handing her the paper and immediately shutting the door again.

I could vaguely hear her saying something through the door, but I pretended not to and went to find the dog.  

I found him sleeping on the sofa again and gave him a gentle pat, before sitting down at my desk to set up a more cohesive outline.

The first step was to check Black’s story, to see if any of the people he mentioned, even the ones with a vague connection, could be found and hopefully interviewed. The first people I googled were his adoptive parents, the Morrison-Blakes. Although they were dead, hopefully I’d be able to find living relatives, or more descriptive accounts of their deaths that Black himself wouldn't have been able to know or remember. Possibly even information on his immigration that would even reveal the identities of his biological parents. No matter how thoroughly I checked, though, I couldn’t find anything. I couldn’t even find evidence that the Morisson-Blakes were real people. The nearest record of people with those specific names were a couple from the 1800s, who had obviously been dead too long to have anything to do with Black.  I chewed my lip thoughtfully. It’s possible that he misremembered their names, I thought. He was pretty young when they died, and he didn’t know them for all that long, did he?

I made a note to ask Black about it tomorrow, and went to bed.

Chapter IV

I managed to sleep that night, for a few hours. I woke up at nine and made myself some cereal that I made myself eat a couple bites of before pouring the rest into the sink. I cleaned out my fridge, excavating leftovers that looked old enough to host sentient life. With no remorse, I tossed them in the trash and lugged the full bag down the stairs and out the door so I could throw them into the apartment block’s dumpster. Noticing the difference already upon reentering my apartment, I decided to do a little more cleaning. ‘A little more cleaning’ started off as just me wiping down counters and mopping the bathroom floor, and ended up with me vacuuming the curtains and throwing away decade-old tax invoices. 

I stood in my living room, hands on my hips, surveying my handiwork. 

Yeah, the furniture was mismatched, and the ceiling leaked, and the carpet was stained, but it suited me. I was mismatched and poorly put together myself. And the work I had just put in was worth it. 

“Probably about time to get ready for the show.” I told Colin, who was sitting on the couch, already dusting the blue fabric with dark hairs.

He let out a quiet woof and I forgot about the couch.

“Good boy.” I said, giving him a pat as I walked past. 

In my closet, I had a surprising amount of formal clothing.

Most didn’t fit quite right. Too big, too loose. The tuxedo I wore to my wedding, the ones I wore to friends’ funerals, the suits I used to wear to meet clients. I grabbed two undershirts and held one and then the other against my chest to figure out which would fit better. Eventually I decided on one and found an overcoat that matched. 

“Here goes nothing.” I sighed.

***

The traffic was unusually quiet and the sun painted the clouds vivid orange as it went down over the tallest buildings. I couldn’t help but smile a bit as I checked the time. If all went well, I would arrive on time- early, even. Immediately after thinking this I came up on a blockage several cars long.

“Shit, just my luck.” I muttered, settling back in my seat and sighing. The music that was playing on the radio just then was getting on my nerves, so I opened the glovebox and pulled out a stack of CDs large enough to bludgeon a man to death if put into something swingable, like a leather bag. 

Not that I had thought about using them as a weapon or anything- that was just roughly how many they were.

Unfortunately, my music tastes had changed a lot since I bought most of them. I felt a vague nostalgic sadness as I flipped through the cases and saw titles I hadn’t read in years;

The Young And The Hopeless by Good Charlotte, Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge by MCR…

I smiled a little at that last one. I remembered going to a My Chemical Romance several years ago, back before the divorce. I carried her on my shoulders so she could see over the crowd, both of us high as the ceiling and having the time of our lives. I could remember that night vividly, down to the way her fishnets felt against my skin and the name of the guy we’d bought the ketamine from. I still knew the lyrics of damn near all of their songs. That was one of the last times I ever went to anything remotely like that. I found a Foo Fighters CD in the pile and popped it into the CD player. 

As traffic started moving again, I couldn’t help but smile at the situation.

Here I was, a man in a Honda Civic wearing a formal suit, listening to alt rock on my way to a musical. I was nothing but a mess of contradictions. I pulled into the theater’s parking lot only twenty minutes later and was surprised to see that it was completely full of cars. I drove in circles for a while, looking for just one empty spot with no luck before giving up and heading back out to park by the side of the street somewhere. Finding somewhere free about fifty yards away in between two cars, I swung myself into it in a parallel park maneuver that would’ve made my dad proud, if I had had one. 

I grabbed my bag and locked the door behind me. The length of sidewalk between me and the theater was obscene, but eventually I arrived at the stairs, and upon checking the time realized I was still ten minutes early.

I was pushed along by the crowd into the line for bag checks. After checking my bag, the woman behind the desk asked me if I was a journalist.

Despite being a little overwhelmed, I managed to smile back and answer, “Yeah, something like that.” As I took my things.

When I turned around, I was offered a playbill, which I took, and then I followed the crowd into the main theater.

With some difficulty, I located my seats, which were in the middle of the theater. 

I was surprised by the variety of dress in the patrons. I had expected entirely formal clothing, but many people came in dressed in casual street clothes. Fortunately there were enough fancily dressed people milling around that I didn’t feel overdressed. Honestly, I felt out of place for other reasons… I was a punk rock meth head in a place of fine art, no matter what clothes I wore. It occurred to me that this just might be what making it in life felt like. 

As I waited for the play to start, I took notes on the surroundings. The beautiful high ceilings and ornate columns that almost seemed to come from another era. I could understand why somebody would want to devote their life to this craft.

I was brought out of my thoughts by the lights dimming.

The audience drew silent as the curtains drew back…

And the stage lights illuminated him. Ossory Black.

He gave a little wave to the audience and several people waved back.

“Hello, and welcome to opening night.” He said with a grin, “I hope you enjoy it, because I know I sure will.”

Laughter.

He paced across the stage and continued- “Y’know, no matter how many years I do this for, it never gets old. Maybe this sounds funny coming from me; the newest redheaded star to appear from thin air-”

The audience seemed to be in on the joke, judging by the uproarious laughter that made Ossory crack a wicked grin in response, but I was confused as hell and made a note to ask him about it at the party. 

After they quieted down again, he continued, “- but I couldn’t imagine ever doing anything else. Do something great for humanity, they tell you when you’re young.” He shrugged.

“What they meant was for me to be a doctor or something, a politician, I don’t know…”

“But anyway, I chose to become an actor, because of course you could do your best to fight the world’s problems directly… go down tooth in nail trying to kill world hunger, or racism, or whatever your battle is, and ultimately kill yourself in the process…,” He glanced around the crowd, which was completely silent, waiting for his next words;

“Or, you can reach people, change their minds, offer them catharsis in a world constantly throwing real tragedies their way.”, he said, making eye contact with me, “And live forever.”

I looked down, chewing over his words as he wrapped up his speech.

“The production you are about to witness is one of those tales. Fine art intended to inspire, courtesy of the mind of the great Hugh Jass, who sends you his warmest thoughts from the hospital, where he is watching this live.” He looked sternly down at a group of people who had brought children and said, “That being said, remember to silence your phones, and if your children really must be obnoxious, it would be great if you could remove yourselves in order to  not ruin the immersion of everyone around you.

“That being said, sit back and enjoy the show, everyone.”

I settled back in my seat and watched as the light changed again, and the show started.

***

After the show, I followed the crowd back into the atrium, chewing over my thoughts about the musical itself. I had filled several pages with my notes on it, even though I had stopped writing about thirty minutes in. 

I noticed a crowd around a door marked Crew and realized that was probably where I needed to go. I tentatively made my way through the crowd. I had almost gotten to the door when a reporter who had been waiting for actual crew members noticed the tag of my lanyard sticking out of my bag and blocked my path.

“K18 News, who did you play?” She asked.

“Ah, nobody… I’m uh… backstage?” I said, moving past her.

She continued to block my path “Any information on the whereabouts of Black, Gladstone and Zhaoqing?” 

“Uh, no.” I lied. Actually, I was pretty sure they were still behind that door. “If you’d excuse me-”

Finally I escaped her and scanned the card for entry.

Entering the room, I found myself face to face with a couple of the most murderous looking background dancers I had ever seen.

      "We already told ya! No backstage access tonight!"

I pulled the pass out of my bag and held it out to them.

     "I'm uh… with Black?"

They rolled their eyes and shot knowing glances at each other.

      "God. Fine. Everybody's back there."

      "Uh, okay..?" 

I stepped through a pair of wooden double doors into a large lounge filled with people.

The room itself was elegant and formal. Red velvet and mahogany furniture, brass trim everywhere. I wouldn’t have been surprised if someone had told me that it was Victorian. Directly contrasting the decor were the people. They were still dressed in their costumes for the most part, clustered in groups of four or five, laughing at a volume that could only mean they were shitfaced already. Either that or they were lounging on and around the chaise lounges with blunts in their mouths. I glanced around the room, but I didn’t see Black anywhere. I did, however, notice a bar against one wall. I crossed the room and took a seat at the counter. A handsome bartender asked me what I wanted and I asked for something strong.

It had been a while since I’d drank, and when I finished that one, I had another.

Glass in hand, I surveyed the lounge again. A song by Tame Impala was playing as people sat around doing various drugs. Most I recognized, some I didn’t. 

When I was told to come to the cast party, this was honestly not what I expected.

I mean, it's a little shocking to watch a play where a person is a beacon of virtue and light or whatever, a tragic martyr, and then immediately afterwards watch the actress do cocaine off the sleeve of her dress while still in costume. I took a drink and sighed. The doors swung open and Black himself walked through wearing street clothes.

Everyone who wasn’t too incapacitated already cheered. He pretended to be flustered by the applause and covered his face with his hands.

“Aw shucks.” He said. This was met by laughter and he joined a group of the main cast members where he was offered champagne.

I couldn’t help but feel out of place when faced with the tight-knit camaraderie of these people that I didn’t know. I was almost a fly on the wall in a place I wasn’t supposed to be, except I had been invited personally. I found myself wondering why I had been invited in the first place, I mean, surely he didn’t want me writing about beautiful young actresses snorting lines of coke off their sleeves so why..? I shrugged the thought away and took another drink. Realizing it was empty, I called for another. Several drinks later, I’d damn near forgotten my name, but that was fine by me. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to face the person and saw that it was Black.

“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” He asked with a grin.

“Gawd. Tha-thas horrid.” I said, tripping over my words a bit.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. couldn’t get any more c-clish…”

“Cliche?”

“Yeah. That.” 

“Ok,” He grinned, “Then it’s your turn. Say something cliche.”

“I’m naht wearin’ any underwear.” I confidently blurted out.

He choked on his drink and stood there coughing for a minute.

"Huh??" He stood there with a drink in his hand, puzzled.

I tried to string some words together in a comprehensible way and failed, so I just gave up. Somebody called Ossory's name and he turned towards the sound.

"Well, nice seein' ya, man." He said, slapping my back in a genial sort of way, "But I'm needed elsewhere."

I think I grunted in response, and he disappeared back into the crowd, as I disappeared back into my Screwdriver.

Bliss, probably. I couldn't tell if what I was feeling was positive or negative anymore. And at that point, I didn't care.

***

Ossory surveyed the aftermath, proud host of a party well run.

“You can tell how good a party was by the amount of vomit on the walls.” He said to nobody in particular.

The only people who were still there were the usual layabouts and druggies. Passed out in positions of varying degrees of comfort and practicality. They knew how to get home, and honestly they deserved to get stranded if they didn’t. Sitting slumped over at the bar was a figure he didn’t immediately recognize. Apon nearing the bar he realized that it was the writer. John or James or whatever. Ossory cleared his throat. No response, other than a soft intake of breath that at least let him know that the guy hadn’t died from alcohol poisoning.

“Hey man, do you have a ride home?” he asked him. 

When he got no answer again, Ossory nudged him and he grunted and opened his eyes.

“An’ his name is Jahn ceeeeeeeeenaaaa….”  He mumbled.

“Hey man, sorry to bother you, but the place is about to be closed up for cleanin’ and-”

“Hrgnnn… fuck.”

“Indeed.” Ossory thought for a second. “Yeah, you’re in no condition to drive.”

John only shrugged in response.

“Have you got someone who can come get ya?”

He shook his head slowly.

Ossory noticed James’s wallet sticking out of his back pocket and grabbed it.

Opening it, he found a driver’s license with his actual name on it, which meant that Ossory wouldn’t have to embarrass himself by asking him what his name was again, and also a family portrait, which he pulled out so he could look at it more closely. It showed a younger Jack with his arm around a young woman and a small child in his arms. Reaching its head up to look at them was a black-furred older puppy, all of them standing under an umbrella on a rainy day. Ossory was transfixed. He’d never really had a family. It just hadn’t really seemed possible for him, all things considered. 

“You have a beautiful family, Mr. Shmidt,” He said, and when Jack didn’t answer, he continued with, “Oh, I could probably call your wife to come get you, would that work?” 

He turned to look at Jack and was shocked to see that he was crying. Tears ran down his face and dripped onto the counter and he stifled a sob with his hand.

Ossory stood there for a minute, unsure of what to say, before taking a seat on the bar stool next to Jack’s.

“Hey, uh-” He tentatively reached out a hand and patted his back in a feeble attempt to comfort him.

This is weird, this is weird, this is really fucking weird. Ossory thought, as he continued to try to comfort the writer, “I’m sorry… I didn’t know, uh…”

Jack made a vaguely speech-like noise then, and he stopped patting to listen.

“Huh?” Ossory said.

“Rain… Bus… f-fog.. I…” Jack said between body shaking sobs.

He probably hasn’t cried in a really long time… Ossory realized. Something horrible happened, and it took getting blackout drunk for him to finally be able to let it out- or… some of it at least.

“Would you like to, uh, talk about it?”

“Cup.” He cried, before passing out again. There was no way Ossory was getting anything else out of him.

Ossory chewed his lip speculatively. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and dialed a number. 

“Hey, Lilly. Can you call a cab for this guy?” He waited for her answer before continuing, “And also, make sure you schedule our next meeting at a bar or somethin’. I need to get him drunk again.” 

Before she had a chance to say anything in response, he hung up and pocketed his phone

Ordinarily, he wouldn’t really care, but something prompted him to learn more about this sad loser’s backstory.

***

I woke up with my face in a puddle of vodka and my employer standing next to me with a mix of pity and impatience on his face.

“You alright?” He asked.

I sat up. There was alcohol in my hair, and on my clothes. If someone struck a match anywhere near me I would probably catch fire. It would be better for me that way, honestly, A fitting end. Burned to death in a hidden theater lounge.

Ossory cleared his throat.

“Ah, yeah,” I answered with a fake ass smile, “I’m great.”

“I called a cab for you a while ago. Should be here pretty soon, but you know how traffic can be.”

“Oh, I appreciate it, but I drove here. I can get home fine.”

He laughed. “Drunk or not, you can’t drive home smelling like you used an entire bottle of vodka as shampoo.”

“Yeah. You’re probably right.”

“I learned that the hard way.”

“Ah.”

Our conversation drifted off into awkward silence and it suddenly occurred to me exactly what had just happened. I had gotten blackout drunk at Ossory Black’s cast party and now he pitied my sorry ass enough to pay for my transport home.

“I’m not an alcoholic.” I said.

He looked confused. “I never said you were.”

My head was spinning still and I was dreading standing up because I was sure I would vomit. I didn’t answer.

“Everybody gets shitfaced every now and then,” he continued, “Honestly, if you don’t you’re a stuck up prude and I want nothing to do with you.”

“Ah.”

He paused for a moment, thinking. “So, uh.”

I turned to look at him and was surprised to see that he was struggling to come up with something to say. He looked genuinely concerned and I started to worry about what had happened the night before. I couldn’t remember shit.

“Jack, I…” He paused. “You don’t mind if I call you that, do you?” 

I shrugged.

“Alright. I just wanted to ask about….” He trailed off.

I waited for him to say something but he didn’t.

“What?” I asked, curious now.

“Nevermind. It’s not my place.”

That made me incredibly anxious, but before I had a chance to ask him what the fuck he meant by that, one of the doors opened and a security guard entered the lounge.

“Cabbie’s here.” He said and turned on his heel. The door shut behind him and Ossory turned to face me. 

“That’d be your ride. I’ll have one of my staff bring your vehicle to your home address, if you’d like.”

I bit my lip. “Yeah, thanks.”

I got off the barstool too quickly and my head began to spin. I gripped the beveled edge of the counter to steady myself.

“You good, man?”

I shook my head and gagged.

“You have like no liquor tolerance, huh?”

I didn’t answer because I was too busy trying to keep my insides from becoming outsides.

“I mean, half the people here drank more than you did last night.”

Before he could say anything else, I threw up what little I had in my stomach. I had to stand there for a second until my vision cleared. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and cursed.

“I haven’t eaten anything in a while.” I said by way of explanation.

“Oh.” Ossory said. He looked like he wanted to say more but I had already started walking to the door. He didn’t follow me.

Security came through the door again before I was halfway there and informed us that the taxi was about to leave without me.

I started to follow him out, but before I closed the door, I glanced back over my shoulder at the short redheaded actor who seemed almost stranded in the middle of the chaos. He had turned towards the bar and was pouring himself a drink.

“Hey, Ossory?” I called, and he turned around to meet my gaze, “Sorry for party rocking.”

He laughed and I couldn’t help but smile despite my aching head. I closed the door behind me and entered the desolate empty lobby of the theater. With all of the patrons gone, I could clearly see the beautiful architectural details of the interior. I felt almost like a time traveler surrounded by the opulent velvet and mahogany of another time. With reluctance I left the theater. 

The taxi was there as promised, idling by the curb. I took a seat in the back and gave the driver my address. As he pulled out into the street I sighed and propped my chin on my hand.

 That was a fiasco. I could smell vomit still, and honestly, I wasn’t entirely sure if all of it was mine. I looked out the window and saw myself reflected in the glass. The early morning sky was dark enough that I could see my features clearly.

 I looked awful. My tie was loose, my hair was tangled and sticky with drying alcohol, and there were dark circles around my eyes. All pretty normal for me, but definitely not a side of myself I wanted clients to see. Ossory had seen too much of me for my liking. I didn’t even remember much of tonight. I remember sitting down for just one drink and then getting woken up from a drunken stupor by my vaguely irritated client. I groaned. 

I couldn't believe I had been so reckless. I got blackout drunk at a cast party for a play I hadn’t even acted in. Despite what he had said, I couldn’t shake the thought that he had been put off by my behavior. It wasn’t very hard to get on the bad side of an employer, and I’d lost deals over less in the past. My thought process continued down this trajectory the whole ride back, and by the time I arrived I was certain I was going to find a strongly-worded email in my inbox. I climbed the stairs, walked down the hallway, and unlocked my door with apprehension. I gave the dog a pat and went to check my email, but there was nothing there. I breathed a sigh of relief and shut the computer off.

I peeled my liquor soaked clothes off, placing them in a bag so I could get them dry cleaned, assuming they weren’t already ruined, and took a long shower using the last of my shampoo to get the alcohol residue completely out of my hair. When I was done the bathroom smelled like a confusing mix of cheap shampoo and expensive alcohol. I left the door open in the hopes of it airing out eventually and found a pair of sweatpants and an old band tee in my room. I put them on and slumped on the couch, exhausted. The shower had settled my stomach somewhat, but I didn’t really trust myself to not vomit if left unsupervised, so I flicked on the T.V and made some coffee. The news were the strange variety that really only showed up at the witching hours of the night. I came back to the living room with my coffee and sat on the couch. Colin struggled up onto the couch and curled up next to me with his head on my thigh as I watched a barely comprehensible debate between two old men about politics. I stroked the dog’s head and sighed. Maybe it hadn’t been as bad as I thought. I mean, other people were worse. The program on TV ended and a different one came on, and, too comfortable now to get up, I sat through that one too.

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hehehe hello lover <3 well, yesterday i wrote just over 3000 words of tag you’re it part two, which has me crazy excited to finish it hehe c: today i am going on a day trip to a small town with my boyfriend!! i woke up with some sort of bug bite on my lil knuckle tho :c i am allergic to mosquito bites and it looks suspiciously like one, or two, right on top of one another ._.

i hope you’re doing fantastic, sweetpea <3

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things i’ve learned in 14 years of ed life and need to remind myself every once and awhile: (really it’s been almost 18, but the most severe years were between the ages of 14-28)

1. don’t set a date to lose weight by. you’ll sabotage yourself. instead, set a goal weight, and a plan to meet that goal, and give yourself time to meet it.

2. don’t punish yourself for slipping and eating. you’re human. you need food to survive. you’re starving yourself. you’re going to break your fast one day. or “forget” you’re restricting one day because you saw something that looked sooo damn good and you ate it without even realizing. you’re going to go over your calorie limit once and awhile. you’re going to binge. it’s inevitable.

3. learn how to curb the binges. just cause you start, doesn’t mean it’s too late to stop. if you eat 100 calories, don’t turn it into 1000. you can burn off the extra 100-500cals way easier than 5000.

4. learn your triggers. avoid them.

5. just exercising doesn’t work well. just starving yourself doesn’t work well. you need to restrict AND work out. seriously. the results are in and i just lost 35lbs in 3 months. like my drs MA that weighed me saw the red line and exclamation mark that i’d lost 20% of my body weight in 3 months and she flipped out. my weight loss has slowed a little the last 2-3 weeks and it’s 100% because i stopped exercising as much when school started. i usually walk 3 miles every morning on the track after i drop my son off at daycare. it’s my lifeline. if i don’t walk the track every morning now i get super pissy, shit gets bad, and i either gain weight or plateau. restricting and working out work wayyyy better if you do them together.

6. drink water! i know everyone says this. but everyone says this for a reason. it keeps your tummy full so you eat less food, it helps flush everything out, it helps keep your digestive system running, it helps keep your face clear, it helps keep the headaches down, it helps you lose weight… water is just super good for you and you should drink it. but don’t drink too much. if you dilute your body too much, you can kill yourself. literally. if you drink too much water (e.g. 2-3 gallons in under an hour) you’ll die. so don’t drink that much. but, ya know… a gallon, or a gallon and a half spread out over a day is good.

7. allow yourself a treat every once and awhile. not a binge. not an unhealthy treat. it doesn’t even have to be a food treat. but give in once and awhile. get your nails done, take a fun class, make something, draw something, have an ice cream cone. do give yourself the opportunity to indulge in something. or else you become bitter and resentful.

8. once a week, up your calories by at least 200-500. it’ll kickstart your metabolism and you’ll lose weight faster. just don’t keep up the higher calorie count for more than ONE DAY or you’ll start gaining again. but one of those days every couple weeks is great to avoid a plateau.

9. when your clothes start getting really baggy, buy a smaller size. there’s nothing quite as rewarding as going from a large to a small. i just made the switch a few weeks ago and it’s amazing.

10. feel your b0ne3. rub your hands over your r1b3, your h1pb0n3s, your c0llarb0n3s look at your thigh gap.. get on tumblr, look at th1nsp0, it’ll keep you motivated.

11. take lots of pictures. it’s great to look back and see the progression from fat and gross to being skinny and beautiful 🥰

12. stay safe ♥️

all pics in this post are me ☺️