#role of sleep in bloating

[surinderbhalla]

Beat Bloating Fast- Top Tips

Bloating is a common gastrointestinal issue that many individuals experience at some point in their lives. It occurs when the abdomen feels full, tight, and swollen, often accompanied by discomfort or pain. While occasional bloating is usually benign and may result from overeating or consuming certain foods, persistent or severe bloating may indicate an underlying health condition. This article:…

[princessnijireiki]

it's honestly disturbing my spirit that we finally got a recent sci fi/fantasy film with surrealist elements ft christian bale and natalie portman in it but that damn monkey's paw curled up into a fist bc the movie was fucking thor: love and thunder

[theambitiouswoman]

GUT HEALTH: How it Affects Your body 🍽️🤍✨

Having a healthy gut is important because it plays a central role in the overall functioning of your body. The state of a healthy or unhealthy gut affects all of these things:

Digestion and Nutrient Absorption: The gut's main role is to break down food and absorb important nutrients, including vitamins and minerals. When the gut is healthy, it digests food effectively and maximizes nutrient absorption. When it is not, it can result in digestive issues such as bloating, gas, and diarrhea, as well as nutrient deficiencies.

Immune System Support: About 70% of our immune cells are located in the gut. A balanced gut supports a strong immune response, helping the body fend off illnesses and reduce the risk of infections.

Emotions and Mood: The gut and brain are intricately connected through the gut-brain axis. The gut produces many neurotransmitters, including serotonin, which regulates your mood. An imbalanced gut can influence mental health, leading to issues like anxiety, depression, and even cognitive impairments.

Hormonal Balance: The gut plays a role in the production and modulation of certain hormones. This can impact various bodily functions, from stress responses to reproductive health.

Weight Management: The gut microbiome can influence metabolism, appetite, and fat storage. An imbalanced gut can lead to weight gain and metabolic disorders.

Protection Against Chronic Diseases: Poor gut health has been linked to a higher risk of chronic diseases, including type 2 diabetes, cardiovascular disease, and certain types of cancer.

Detoxification: The gut plays a role in eliminating waste products and toxins from the body.

Inflammation Regulation: A healthy gut can help regulate inflammation in the body. Chronic inflammation, often resulting from an imbalanced gut is a root cause of many diseases.

Skin Health: There's a connection between gut health and skin conditions. Issues like acne, eczema, and rosacea can be influenced by the state of the gut. An unhealthy gut can lead to inflammation, which may manifest as skin issues.

Barrier Function: The gut lining acts as a barrier, preventing harmful substances from entering the bloodstream. A compromised gut lining, often referred to as "leaky gut," can allow toxins and pathogens to enter the bloodstream leading to various health issues.

Production of Vital Compounds: Your gut produces essential compounds, like short-chain fatty acids, which has a lot of positive effects on health from reducing inflammation to supporting brain function.

Sleep Function: The gut produces neurotransmitters and hormones that regulate sleep, such as serotonin and melatonin. An unhealthy gut can disrupt sleep patterns.

[orcasoul]

Oh Mama! A continuation of Oh Baby

Summery: As the birth draws closer you reflect on all the ways Pedro has been there for you throughout your pregnancy.

Warnings: Swearing, verbal abuse (not by our sweet man), protective Pedro, fluff, use of Y/N.

Italics indicate in ward thinking and flashbacks.

This is a continuation of Oh Baby which was meant to be a one shot but after a request for a part 2 I've decided to write this and a part 3 which will be called Oh Daddy, which will focus on Pedro being the amazing dad and partner we all know he would be :)

Miserable! that's how you feel. Miserable, bloated, heavy. No matter how much you shift or turn, finding a good sleeping position is next to impossible. It also doesn't help that you're in the middle of a sweltering heatwave. The aircon is on but it might as well be non existent with the hot flashes that keep plaguing your body.

You look to your left and feel a little twinge of jealousy as you watch Pedro sleep soundly in the dim lamp light. Why the fuck should he get to sleep while I can't! You know it's just the hormones making you feel irritable and bitter but right now you want nothing more than to shake him awake and tell him to stay awake with you.

But no matter how irritable your last month of pregnancy is making you there's no way you be that spiteful. As you watch Pedro sleep, his plush lips slightly parted, letting slow, rhythmic breathes escape, you begin to reminisce all the ways he's been there for you, supporting you and caring for you since you'd told him you're pregnant.

Neither one of you had planned for this baby, but life doesn't always go according to our own plans. It has it's own agenda and all you can do is follow the path it lays before you and do your very best. After your initial fear of telling Pedro about the baby- and that awful resulting anxiety induced nightmare - you both seemed to easily slip into your natural roles. You; the nurturing and tender mother and Pedro; the protective and comforting father and partner.

For someone who once said he's never gonna be a dad, he sure seemed happy and content these past 7 months and that happiness has bubbled over into excitement now that the birth will be any day. Pedro stirs in his sleep a little, causing a couple of stray curls to fall onto his forehead. You gently brush them back up off his face, taking care not to wake him.

You guess he could actually do with the rest after weeks of being at your every beck and call, sometimes even going out at stupid 'o' clock to buy whatever your insatiable cravings demanded. You shift for the thousandth time, onto your side and put a pillow between your knees to provide some - but not much - relief. You continue to watch him sleep, feeling his breath fan your face, his shoulders slowly rising and falling and you feel the baby kick you again.

The little Bun - as you both lovingly refer to it since you've both agreed to not find out the sex and be surprised - has been quite active today. Tears fill your eyes and suddenly you feel like the luckiest woman in the world, as you place your hand tenderly on your bump and stare at the face of the man you love. This is what it's all about, you perceive, growing a beautiful new life with the perfect man. And boy, has he been just that for the past several months.

Your mind starts to wander back to all the moments where Pedro has gone above and beyond for you both....

The third month of your pregnancy is when your morning sickness really ramped up. Until that point you had only felt slightly nauseous but then it hit you like a ton of bricks. The first time you threw up actually startled Pedro. The poor guy almost had a heart attack when you leapt up from bed, accidentally dragging the quilt and him across the bed. You would have felt bad about waking him if you weren't too busy spewing your guts up into the toilet.

"What the fuck?!" is what you heard from the bedroom as you heaved and retched. "Baby?... You Okay?" Pedro asked quietly from behind you in the doorway to the on suite. "Yeah I'm-" blargh!- "I'm... good," you finally reply in a shaky voice as you wipe your mouth with one hand while the other holds your hair back. And so it went on for months. Pedro was always beside you (when he wasn't away filming or doing interviews) rubbing soothing strokes along your back, whispering comforting words and waiting with a glass of water in hand.

The more frequent the episodes became, the more he started to worry about you. You hated seeing him so worried as much as he hated seeing you be sick, so one time you'd decided to make light of the situation. After chucking up for what felt like the millionth time you called Pedro to the bathroom. He came rushing to you but before he could say a word you cried "Hold my hairrrrr!!" in your best whiny Dieter voice. Pedro burst out laughing as he clearly hadn't been expecting that of all things.

"That's a good one," he chuckled as he did indeed hold your hair. "How long have you been waiting to do that?" You look up at him and giggle but it's cut short by another bought of retching, which of course Pedro helped you through with words of encouragement. "Just be glad I don't have to shit, too," you mumble into the toilet bowl causing another burst of laughter to erupt from him.

You smile quietly to yourself at the memory while smoothing over the arc of your bump. You can't believe that a woman can naturally grow so big and not burst, which takes you back to the time you'd gotten upset over your sudden weight gain....

After coming home from a much needed shopping trip for maternity clothes and larger everyday clothes you slump onto the settee to rest your aching feet while Pedro puts the kettle on. You miss coffee but it's better for the baby if you stick to tea for a while. It was just as good and definitely helped to relax you. Once the drinks were finished Pedro took the cups to the kitchen and started to prepare for dinner. "I'm gonna go put the clothes away," you called to him in the kitchen, to which he replied, "Don't be too long. Food will be ready soon."

Staring into your wardrobe, a lump forms in your throat and tears burn behind your eyes as you take in the sight of some of your favourite and much smaller clothes. The more items you remove, to be replaced with the new and larger (two sizes larger to be precise) clothes, the more you feel the dam about to burst. Fighting it is no good, what with the hormones and all, and in a matter of seconds you're a blubbering mess on the bedroom floor.

"Y/N...," Pedro calls up the stairs, "Food's ready." You quickly choke back your sobs as best you can and try not to sound like someone who's just been in the middle of a complete breakdown. "O-kay," you faltered unintentionally. Great, maybe he didn't notice. Oh, but he did notice. His hasty footsteps were a dead giveaway of that fact. Pedro appeared in the bedroom moments later, his brows pinched and deep chestnut eyes full of compassion. "Sweetheart? What's wrong?" he asked dolefully as he slowly lowered himself to the floor next to you, both of you surrounded by your old clothes.

You look up at him through red, puffy eyes. "I'm so f... fat!," you bawled while gripping one of your favourite tops. "I feel like a whale!" Pedro lets out an endearing huff. "What?... It's true!" Bwahhaha!... "Shhh..." Pedro coos into your ear as he takes you in his strong arms. "That's the most ridiculous thing you've ever said. You're not fat and you certainly don't look like a whale," he asserted as he holds your flushed and tear streaked face in his hands and looks directly into your eyes. "You're growing a brand new life in there," he says as he places a hand on your belly. "Of course your body will change and it's a good change."

"I just... can't see how you co...could be attracted to me right now," you wept while looking down. "What?!" Pedro asked incredulously. "Do you have any idea what it does to me seeing you carry and care for my baby?" Pedro wipes your tears away and you look up to meet his eyes once more. "You've never been more beautiful than you are right now, darling. Don't you forget that, okay?" Through calmer breathes you whisper "Okay."

Just as you got semi comfortable you realise you're now quite thirsty. With an annoyed eye roll and a huff, you roll onto your back and push yourself up to reach over for the glass of water on your nightstand. Maybe you moved a little too fast because as you put the glass down you suddenly feel a little light headed. It passed in literally a few seconds. This is nothing compared to the dizzy spells you had to endure a few months ago....

You woke with a start when your phone rang. It might as well have been a bloody foghorn with how it pierced the peace and quiet of the living room. It's Pedro. You haven't seen each other for a few weeks due to his filming commitments but you talk everyday. Swiping the answer button you groggily mumble, "Hello." Hey sweetheart," Pedro began cheerfully, "Thought I'd call you on your lunch break... You okay? You sound funny." "Yeah..." you answer sluggishly, "I'm fine." You know he'll never buy it. "What's wrong?" Pedro asks in an assertive but gentle tone. "Nothing...," you try to placate him.

"...They just sent me home from work because I was having dizzy spells." "Did you call the doctor?" Pedro interjects quickly, his voice laced with concern. You can almost feel his anxiety through the phone. "Not yet. I just needed to lay down for a bit. I'm actually feeling a bit better." Okay, that may have been a white lie but the last thing you want is to cause Pedro any unnecessary worry. But of course he's worried. "Why didn't you call me straight away?" Pedro pressed perturbedly. "I just didn't want to worry you," You answer with a hint of guilt.

"I'm coming home-" "Ped, you can't. You have an interview today-" "They'll understand," he insisted, firmly. "I'm on the next flight home." You know when he speaks in such a final tone that his mind is made up. "Okay," you relent, feeling like a burden, but you know he'd worry like hell if he didn't come back to you right now. Turns out you had low iron levels and low blood pressure. Pedro made you stay off work and re-scheduled his interview with Vanity Fair. He never left your side for the next couple of weeks while you recovered.

Your eyelids feel like they're made of lead but sleep still eludes you. Silently pushing up on your elbows, you peer over Pedro's shoulder at the alarm clock. 2:38 am. You lay back down on your side and your shuffling must have disturbed Pedro because now his arm has found it's way across your side, hand splayed on your back slowly pulling you into his broad body, tucking your head under his chin. He sighs in his sleep and his breathing evens out again as he settles back into slumber. Being wrapped up in the arms of the man you love is absolute heaven for you.

You lay a hand against his chest feeling the calm and slow movements of his thorax. With his arm draped over you it's impossible to not feel safe and protected. It feels like nothing in the world can ever hurt you and your child. Pedro's action's assured you of that when an overly enthusiastic fan verbally abused you one evening....

"The black Audi A6, please." Pedro handed the ticket to the valet as you both stepped out of the restaurant. After two weeks apart this date night is just what you both needed. The morning sickness had finally stopped by your seventh month and you'd been looking forward to this night all week. The clingy, thigh length, black maternity dress you'd bought especially for tonight hugged your bump and the curve of your hips perfectly. You actually felt attractive for the first time in months.

While waiting for the car you slip your hand into Pedro's and place a soft kiss on his shoulder. "Thank you for tonight. It's been perfect," you smiled warmly. Pedro let go of your hand to place his own at your waist, pulling you closer into his chest. "You deserve it, baby," he whispered as his lips brush your hairline. "And by the way," he adds while looking up and down your body, "You look incredible!" Even after all this time together he's still able to make you blush like a teenager. Before you can reply an excited squeal ruptures the still night air. "On my god! Pedro Pascal!" A young woman cries, unable to contain her elation.

She rushes over to you both with two more companions who are equally excited to meet Hollywood's hottest celebrity. The two girls and man couldn't have been older than their mid twenties. "Hi," Pedro smiled and tightened his grip on your waist. He's always been protective of you and now that you're having his baby that protective side has increased exponentially. "Can we have a photo, please!" The other girl asked with a huge grin. "Of course you can," Pedro chirped but didn't release his hold on you. You gently squeeze his hand while peeling it off your hip, a silent 'it's okay' and you excuse yourself to stand several feet away.

You're used to fans approaching, and you love to see how much Pedro's supporters adore him, and that his mere presence whips people up into a frenzy. You smile proudly in adoration, stroking your baby bump as you watch how much of a natural he is with his fans. "Thank you!" "We're huge fans!" "You're amazing!" "We love you!" The words are spilling out of their mouths at the same time, all talking over one another. "Aw, thank you so much, guys. That means a lot," Pedro replies, his beaming smile stretching from one cheek to the other.

While the women are still fussing, the man looks your way and then down to your rounded stomach. "Aww, baby Pascal," he burst vehemently. Suddenly he rushed at you, hands outstretched and a determined look on his face, "Can I feel?" The intensity from this stranger sent you into automatic defence mode for your baby. You step back, instinctively covering your belly just as he's about to grab you, permission or not! "Don't touch me!" you cautioned him, nervously. Pedro's head snapped from the women to your direction at the sound of your alarmed voice.

"Gee's Okay!" the man snapped at you irately. "I only wanted to feel. No need to be such a bitch about it!" He spat the word bitch out like he had a bad taste in his mouth causing your eyes to widen. "The fuck did you just say to her?!!" Pedro exploded as he stood between you and this entitled piece of shit. "Whoa... easy man-" the man stuttered in defence but Pedro cut him off. "You have no right to touch anyone against their will, especially a pregnant woman. And who the fuck do you think you are calling her a bitch because she said no?!" The man stared dumfounded. Pedro leaned in to the man's personal space, seething, "You'd better walk away while you still can!"

You've never seen Pedro this angry, literally shaking with rage, chest to chest with the guy, who looks like he's about to piss himself. His friends pull him away, scolding him in hushed tones and offering apologies to you both. "Baby?..." you soothed while stroking up and down Pedro's arm. He turns to you, chest heaving and still shaking but the moment he locks eyes with you his gaze softens, frown lines un-creasing and muscles relaxing. He wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head, languidly. "You're okay, darling. I won't ever let anything happen to you two." And he means that. You can feel the conviction of his declaration as if it were a physical manifestation.

You hadn't even realised you had fallen asleep until you were being jostled awake by a deep, concerned voice. "Y/N... Y/N, wake up." "Hmmm?" you groaned sleepily as you came to, feeling like you could smother Pedro with his pillow for waking you now! "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" annoyance and exhaustion seeped through your words. "Baby, I literally just dropped off!" "The bed's wet!" Pedro quickly replied. "What the?..." It was more of a realisation than a question as you looked down to see your shorts and the mattress completely soaked. "My water's have broken!" you gasp, looking wide eyed into Pedro's equally wide eyes. It's time....

Oh Daddy A Conclusion

[monster-slxt]

Imagine you've been having a lot of wet dreams lately. Every night you go to sleep and dream you're massively pregnant being worshiped by... something. You can never quite see it, but you can feel it's hands all over your body. Phantom hands rub your swollen stomach, and you just know in the dream your carrying its young. As fun as the dreams are they're honestly getting a little annoying. You keep waking up late insanely horny with no time to get yourself off before you have to rush to work, leaving you a distracted pent up mess all day.

But it was Friday night, and since you had the weekend off you could sleep in and really enjoy those dreams.

Little did you know, however, that those dreams were more than just a horny fantasy. A dream demon had latched onto you, and was prepping you to become it's new broodmother. Each dream changing your body and mind to better suit your new role. And the change is almost complete.

But you don't know that, of course. You're just getting ready for bed like normal, very excited to have another lovely dream and have the chance to get off to it in the morning.

Your out like a light as soon as your head hits the pillow. The insect like demon gets to work just as quick. It lulls you into the same sweet dream it's been giving you for weeks, ensuring you won't wake up as it works ots ovipositor deep into your hole. All night it pumps you full of its eggs, hundreds of golf ball eggs bloating your stomach out to the size of your dreams, the demons aphrodisiac cum making your whole body sensitive.

You wake up the next morning too horny to even question how you got so big. Your whole body was on fire and nothing else but getting off and rubbing your huge pregnant stomach mattered.

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

Do you ever imagine Steve burping helplessly and Bucky getting turned on in a public place?

This isn’t public public but something that I have been thinking a lot about recently is car rides and how an especially rough ride might jostle burps out of someone while also forcing them to hold their sensitive, overfull tummy, groaning with complaints as the car rumbles and shakes. Then, as all this is going on, there’s also nothing they can do about it because they need to get home. In fact, before they got in the car and started getting jostled around, they really wanted to get home, they were so excited to get home so they could lie down and sleep off all the excess food and/or drinks they stuffed into themselves. So they're just trapped burping and being shaken up like a can of soda, about to pop. And that’s what I’m going with here! I hope you enjoy it!

Unbeta'd stucky belly kink under the cut. Warnings for alcohol consumption (but Steve can't get drunk because we're talking about serumed Steve, so it's not really intox? yanno?), burping, bloating, button pops, etc.

Steve and Bucky have just spent their evening at the latest fancy, excessively formal gala where they’re playing politics. Shaking hands with the government officials they pretend to listen to when it comes to how to save the world, living up to their roles as superheroes who are definitely not vigilantes and certainly operate under the law, yes, sir. Really actually gritting their teeth against boredom while making polite conversation. They’re doing it for the sake of the other Avengers and so they’re not deemed as enemies of the state… again.

So, once it’s over and they’re free to go home, both Steve and Bucky breathe a sigh of relief upon getting back to their car. It’s all over, well into the night or, actually, the next day. It’s morning now. Early, early morning. But. It’s over with. Thank God.

Steve, however, sighs especially loudly, fidgeting with his tie and instantly undoing the knot the moment he drops his ass into the passenger seat, shutting his door with a little too much force.

“That bad?” Bucky smirks, teasing him but not looking over from the driver’s seat at him because he’s too busy sticking the keys in the ignition and starting the car, flicking on the ventilation system and fiddling with the radio, turning it on low for some background noise.

“You have no idea,” Steve snarks back tiredly, falling farther into his seat as he buckles up with a click.

Amused, Bucky looks over at his best guy now that the car is idling, warming up, there’s something in his voice that catches his attention - he swears if anyone said something stupid to his Steve, they’re gonna pay for it - and

Oh.

After he blinks and takes a moment to process what he’s seeing, Bucky feels his own eyes widen comically when his gaze lands on the way Steve’s gut is suddenly bulging out from his body. The breath gets caught in his throat. His stomach. Woah. It’s… it’s a thing. It’s big. Suddenly, straining the limits of his choking formal attire. His neatly pressed black suit jacket and white dress shirt underneath with the tails of his black tie falling to either side of the hill rising from the middle of his body.

“What the fuck?” Bucky murmurs involuntarily, staring at his best guy and trying to make sense of what he’s seeing. His belly is so pressed outwardly and distended that Bucky can’t see the shiny leather belt that he knows is holding up his slacks. He’s… huge.

With eyes on him, Steve stretches like a cat, arching his back like his belly actually fucking fighting to escape the formal wear and seat belt that he’s wrapped haphazardly around it. His suit looks painted on, so unbelievably tight; his seat belt is curving underneath his belly’s sudden weight and curled over the top of it, emphasizing its heft.

“C’monnn,” Steve whines, high-pitched, breaking his Captain America facade that he uses for these types of events and returning to the punk he really is, “get us out of here already.” He turns his head to the side, his blue eyes glassy.

Automatically, Bucky puts the car in gear and does as he says - he’d do anything for that stupid punk - but, at the same time, he can’t stop shooting glances over to the passenger seat where Steve’s resting, reclining, fully exhausted, in his seat. He sighs heavily again, this time it’s in relief from unbuttoning his suit jacket. Bucky catches an eyeful of it, his dick jumping, trained like a dog to a whistle but the whistle is Steve taking off his clothes. And… if possible… his belly swells outwards another inch. Maybe more.

“Jesus, Stevie,” they come to a stop at a sign, just leaving the parking garage, and Bucky uses the moment to reach over and touch his belly. Just making sure it’s real and he’s not seeing things. Patting him down. Under his palm, it’s very real. Very tight and very real, making a ripe, solid thump sound with each pat-pat he makes.

The collision has Steve stifling an airy belch behind a loosely curled fist, “c-careful, Buck,” he warns.

“Or what, you’ll pop?” Bucky’s teasing but also… he could. He might. Just look at him, nearly bursting out of his clothes. On a goddamn normal day, Bucky can’t deal with Mr. Steve I-Like-Tight-T-Shirts-That-Show-Off-Every-Inch-Of-My-Hot-Bod Rogers. So how is he supposed to deal with Steve when he’s dressed to the nines in formal wear and they’ve just had to deal with a fucking room full of stuffy politicians that frustrate him to the point of wanting to rip out his hair or punch a wall or fuck someone hard? (Preferably the last option, and preferably Steve).

He looks - Bucky licks his lips which are suddenly dry - almost pregnant. Ready to pop alright. Bucky shivers as he shifts gears.

Steve lazily chuckles at him, breathless, explaining his situation away by flapping a hand passively, “everyone wanted to have a toast to or a toast with Captain America,” Bucky nods, trying to listen and barely succeeding, “and you know how it is, I can’t turn anything down when I’m wearing the stars and stripes, it looks bad.” Steve shifts in his seat as Bucky hits the gas, the softest groan falling out of his loose, full lips already driving Bucky insane even before he admits, “so I have no idea how many flukes of champagne I drank.”

As they continue to cruise, Bucky keeps looking over at him, stealing glances, trying but failing to keep his eyes on the road. He’s trying to process the thought of Steve getting fucking wasted in this new century. Sloshed. Hitting glass after glass, bottle after bottle, until he’s flushing pink, and getting stumbly and tipsy and touchy like he used to before the serum when he was the lightest lightweight. Always snuggling up to Bucky, all over him, curling up in his lap like a cat after they went out drinking back in the day, kissing him and clinging to him, begging him with slurred words and dangerously mischievous eyes to fuck him rough and hard. Yanno how I like it, c’moooon, Buck, do meee, Bucky can still hear his drunk voice.

“Christ,” Bucky finally spits out some fucking words, his brain practically smoking, “it’s a good thing you can’t get drunk then, pal.”

“Yeah,” Steve’s breathing is labored as he tries to get comfortable, wiggling around in his seat, pulling at his now open collar and the seat belt cutting into him, “still can get full, though-”

“Yeah,” Bucky agrees too quickly, too eager.

“And bloated,” Steve hisses out the tiniest of burps, leaning completely back into the leather seat, flopping back, his hands limp at his sides, “I’m sooo bloated.”

Bucky swallows thickly, “you look it… looks like you’re smuggling a watermelon under that suit.” Bucky’s flesh and blood hand aches with how hard he’s gripping the steering wheel, he’d be worried about breaking it if all his attention weren’t split between making sure he’s not about to crash and Steve.

“Thanks, asshole,” Steve laughs gently, the sweet sound ending in a gasp as he feels the alcohol in his belly swirl, the finger food he ate swimming in it, there’s so much.

“Just look at yourself, baby-” Bucky can’t resist pushing further, teasing and in awe at the same time. That’s what he and Steve do, though, they give each other shit. It’s a love language.

“Mmmmm-hm,” Steve lazily glances down, moving slower with just how overfull he is.

“You were sucking that thing in?” Bucky risks taking one hand off the wheel to reach over and smack his gut. Lightly. But, still, it’s enough to jostle a bigger burp out of Steve. He can’t believe how tight Steve’s belly is. He can’t believe how big Steve’s belly is. It’s making it hard to think. “That whole time? Your poor abs!”

“Uh-huh,” his big chest heaves as he tries to breathe deeply but can’t find the room in his body to fully expand his lungs, his stomach is too big, stretched, taking up all the extra room in his body and more, “Jesus, yeah,” he agrees, “my abs hurt, they’re so stretched-”

Bucky licks his lips, why does that sound so good? To him, and evidently to Steve with his tone of voice… it’s gone all breathy and soft like it does when he likes something. Turned on and weak for whatever it is, unable to put up a fight.

“-But it feels good to let it out, too.”

Christ.

Tease much, Rogers? Bucky wants to bite back.

But instead, Bucky can’t be bothered to be ashamed of himself when he answers, “it looks good, too.” Fucking sue him. He’s attracted to Steve all the time. Constantly. How would this be different? Why wouldn’t he want him like this? Even more of him. He can’t believe how hard that dress shirt is straining to keep his swollen gut covered. There are diamond gaps of exposed pale flesh between every button. It’s as if his belly is dying to get out and swell bigger, needing more space to get larger. And he’s… he’s interested in seeing it get bigger. If Steve can stomach it (ha), at least. He doesn’t want to actually pop Steve. He just wants to push his limits. See how much he can take.

Steve huffs, shaking his head affectionately like he can’t believe it. But he blushes bright pink, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. He’s on the same page, just shier about it, “thanks, pal,” he murmurs, ducking his head, “you know how to make a guy feel special.”

Bucky snorts, “sure thing,” they stop at a red light and Bucky indulges himself, finding one of the gaps between his buttons to put two fingertips against his bare skin. Investigating the new landscape of Steve’s mountainous gut. It feels like he has a fever despite being unable to get sick these days, and when Bucky presses his fingers in, just to feel how much give there is in that tight belly -

“Oof,” Steve groans, “be carefu-uuuurpp,” there’s nothing Steve can do to stop the burp that comes barreling out of him.

“Be careful?” Bucky smirks, laughing a little, more breathless than anything, though, he had no idea that a stomach could do that. Could be so tight. He’s felt up Steve’s rock-hard abs plenty. Often, even. But… this is different and it’s exciting. “Or what? What’re you gonna do if I’m not? It seems like you’re having a hard time over there, bud.”

A car drives up behind them, appearing out of the empty night and honking, forcing Bucky’s eyes back onto the road. Ah, the light’s green, it probably has been for a while, too. So, he drives on.

Steve is about to respond, giving him shit right back, he’s sure, when the car hits a sudden pothole, jostling them both. But, poor Steve, it hits him worse. Not just startling him. The pothole is on the passenger side, to begin with, and Steve’s more affected by it anyway with his bloated belly. Despite how tight it is, packed to the brim with carbonated liquid, the dip in the road leaves it bouncing, jiggling, and sloshing violently as the car shakes. Bucky has never so deeply paid attention to the suspension because fuck. The impact seems to send a shockwave through Steve’s whole body, causing him to emit a loud, reckless belch that actually echoes in the tight confines of the car. The last of it turns into a groan as Steve curls his hands protectively around his belly like he can stop it from sloshing around. Meanwhile, Bucky could fucking thank the god-awful Nazis right now for gifting him with super hearing, forgiving all the other torture they put him through, just because he can hear the way the champagne bubbles trapped inside him fizz, tickling his insides almost… pleasurably if the blush spreading over Steve’s face and down his neck is anything to go by.

They’re both breathing harder now.

Not even a minute later after the first cacophonous, obscene accidental moment, Bucky turns onto another road, taking them home on autopilot, leaving NYC and heading towards Brooklyn. On the other road, right after the gut-churning too-fast turn, there’s another polehole, this one worse. Worse not because it’s bigger but because Bucky knows what’s going to happen. He sees it ahead of them and his brain is still processing what just happened, how seeing Steve jiggle and wobble made him feel involuntarily forcing him to picture the way Steve’s ass and tits move when he rides him, the way he groans when his dick bottoms out inside of him, stuffed full, and -

Bucky doesn’t even try to avoid the pothole, he just stares at Steve out of the corner of his eye, white-knuckling the steering wheel.

Steve’s swollen midsection heaves with another burp. Fuck. Bucky might be crazy, he might be seeing things, but his formal shirt, the buttons!, God, they’re almost straining more than they were before.

This time, his burps mix more with his groans and moans of discomfort.

Bucky’s head is spinning.

He feels like he needs to ask, “you alright?” But it’s more excitement than concern racing through him. This is… something about this is hot. Boiling even.

Letting the back of his head hit the headrest, hands supporting the underside of his belly, Steve swallows. Then, he nods weakly, cheeks flushed, “yeah,” he coughs to half-hide another burp, “‘m just gassy.”

Bucky’s gaze lingers on the mesmerizing sight before him, unable to tear himself away. The roughness of the road seems unending, who the fuck is in charge of New York streets anyway? They’re doing an awful job!, every jiggle and slosh of Steve’s belly sends shivers down Bucky’s spine. It makes Bucky’s face hot and tingly, stealing glimpses of his bloat as he takes them home.

Bigger and bigger and bigger.

He’s just filling up more with each shake-up of the contents of his stomach. Gas building. Bubbling.

Reflexively, with each belch and moan that escapes Steve’s lips, Bucky gets more and more aroused. His dick feels as hard as Steve’s belly looks. The tension in the car thickens. Steve tries to apologize for being so noisy and gassy, embarrassed, the manners he was taught holding him back, but Bucky won’t have it. Hastily, he reaches over with his hand not on the steering wheel to massage the roundest, most bulged-out part of his belly, saying, “you gotta let it out, baby, it’s okay. I want you to. Don’t hold back” He digs his fingers in just enough to cause another belch from Steve - a whimper right after - and they both squirm in their seats. “That’s it,” Bucky pats his tummy, encouraging him.

It seems impossible. He’s so full of champagne, so round. And all the sweet, fizzy alcohol is just getting more and more carbonated, more sparkling, more bubbly, more sloshy inside him with every jolt and shake of the car. Despite how much he’s burping, letting some of the gas escape, he just keeps swelling. Little by little, his belly inflates farther, expanding like a balloon. A balloon attached to a helium tank. Bucky is exhilarated by it, and judging by how Steve’s uncomfortable groans have pitched up into sounds that are more like moans of relief chasing each belch… Bucky isn’t the only one.

There’s something so hot about watching him blow up. Inflate. Expand. Swell.

The tension in the air follows Steve’s strained dress shirt, at first, it’s well-fitting, then a little bit tight, then tighter, tighter, until it’s creaking at the seams, ready to burst. The tension is so thick, it could be cut with a knife. Ready to snap. The buttons are threatening to pop off at any moment. All that gas… all the sloshing. The pressure is mounting. Every pothole, speedbump, black-tar snake, and accidental hit curb is a sweet torment for Steve, making him burp and cry out more which in turn torments Bucky. Both of them are wracked with anticipation, crawling with the need to touch each other.

The next time Bucky can take a hand off the steering wheel again and reach out to thump Steve’s swollen gut, Steve lets out a low, guttural moan, his body jerking into the sensation. But at that same risked moment, they hit the deepest, biggest pothole yet and -

Pop!

The first one is so loud and unexpected that it makes both of them jump in their seats, Bucky slams on the break which doesn’t help Steve’s precarious situation.

Pop!

The second one makes Steve whimper, trembling in his seat under the sloshing liquid inside him, swirling around, leaving him aching, the seat belt digging into him harder, feeling as though it’s cutting him in half.

POP!

The third one has Bucky swearing because fuck. Fuck! That’s so fucking hot. Steve is so big, so swollen that the buttons on his shirt, stretched over Steve’s belly have popped right off, flying forward and hitting the dash or the windshield. His shirt is no longer able to contain the bulging dome of his gut. It’s too much to handle, it’s expanded too far for the once perfectly fitted formal attire to hold on.

With each button that bursts free, a pleasurable relief in its own right, Steve’s pale, round, so fucking round, gut spills out into the heated, thick air. No longer held back by his clothes. The audible slosh of Steve’s champagne-and-gas-filled belly swelling suddenly, violently into his lap between the white halves of his now-ruined dress shirt is mouth-watering. With every stuttered breath Steve takes, stunned by arousal and shock, his gut seems to pulse with his overindulgence. Bucky can hear his heart racing and he knows Steve can feel it in his expanded stomach. All that taut, smooth, blushing skin exposed.

Oh, God.

Steve lets out his loudest moan so far, reckless with it. His hands had been braced on the center console and door handle respectively, hanging on as he was sloshed and jiggled. His hands fly up, grabbing his gut now that he isn’t so precariously balanced on the edge, feeling ready to burst with the pressure mounting inside him, forcing burps to come out of his mouth whether he wanted them to or not.

“Oh. Ohhh,” he can’t stop saying it, as if he’s shocked by what’s happening to him and he is, probably just as much as Bucky is. Somehow his flesh is still so taut. The pressure has alleviated some, but not much. He still feels like a fucking balloon.

Swollen.

Bloated.

Spherical.

Shaking, the blond caresses the surface of his shiny stomach. The heat of his belly pressing down against his thighs, in his lap, sends waves of pleasure through his whole body. He may not be so tightly compressed but the burps keep coming, released between his desperate gasps for breath, “ah, urrrp, oh, ooh, auurp, fuck me. Buurp. Guh. Uhhn. I feel so full!” He whines, “I’m so gassy, and, urrrrrp, God, so round.”

Bucky is amazed that he’s still fucking driving because he isn’t fucking functioning. Watching Steve touch himself, rubbing the dome that is his tight middle and daring to try and sink his fingers into his swollen body for relief from the pressure, Jesus Christ, it’s enough to kill him where 70 years of brainwashing didn’t.

Fuck Steve Rogers.

“Ah, oh, ohhh,” Steve’s voice trembles, “I can’t - URP - believe it. Look at me,” he begs Bucky, turning his head to the side to pout at him.

Fuck Steve Rogers.

“‘M so big! Buck! I’m so big! I didn’t know-oh, I could stretch so much. It aches,” he whimpers, “‘m so stretched! Buurp.”

Bucky stops in the middle of the road. He doesn’t give a shit anymore. It’s nighttime. There’s no one driving behind him anymore. There are other lanes. Anyone who does drive up behind him can fuck off. They can go around - they can go to hell. He needs to get his hands on that gut. Now.

Steve writhes as much as he can under the mass of his gut sitting on top of him when Bucky lunges toward him, “look at me!” he whimpers again, happy under his attention, “it, it… it fills my, my whole lap. Urrrrp, ugh, God, ‘m so bloated!”

His stomach feels so tight that Bucky can’t believe it. He can’t imagine what the pressure must feel like for Steve. The fullness. It has to be unbearable. Like being fucked full of cock but so, so much more. Hell, just looking at him is raw and pleasurable in a way that it shouldn’t be, so he can’t imagine what it’s like for Steve. There’s nothing erotic about this yet everything about it is insanely erotic… how he can’t stop making noises, uncontrolled burping. Sloshing. Belching. Fizzing. The way he’s squirming. The way he’s begging Bucky to help him, relieve the pressure, touch him, massage him, anything!

“Buck, I’m… I’m so full,” he whimpers.

“I know, Stevie,” he growls, his voice low and husky, practically already fogging up their windows he’s burning so hot for this, “but, Christ, babydoll, you look incredible.” He does. His gut is throbbing, red, and shining under the street lights. Bucky can’t stop touching his belly, massaging it worshipfully. Thumping it to hear how much his body sounds like a drum. “We should keep you like this,” he’s already salivating at the thought, his hips jerking forward to grind into nothing but thin air. He wants him so bad when he’s like this, stuffed full, exposed, and incapacitated by the sloshing weight in his big, sexy belly.

“Unnngh,” Steve whines, nodding, “it, it feels so good,” he pants, “urrrp, aarrp, ‘m so fuckin’ full, Buck.”

“You’re like a balloon,” Bucky whispers, leaning over awkwardly in the car to say the words into his mouth, kissing him desperately, “so tight you’re about to pop.”

Steve’s eyes flutter shut, shivering, “keep, keep touching me, I need-” he cuts himself off, burping right in Bucky’s face with a flare of embarrassment so strong it makes him squeak. Mortified.

Bucky won’t have it, though. He bites Steve’s lower lip hungrily and digs them deeper into the debauchery, “I bet we can find a liquor store that’s still open, you wanna see if we can get a few more bottles into this tanker?” Then, he slaps his gut to make him convulse, curling around his pulsing, throbbing, aching belly.

Steve can’t take it, moaning, “yes! Yes, Buck! Please! I wanna be bigger. Fill me up until I can’t take any-ah-ahh, URP, any more!”

(Why does staring at an overflowing bottle make me horny? What even is this fetish 😂)

[oddlyunaware]

Fixing Wish (2023) In My Sleep - Part 1

So, a few nights ago I had a dream. No, like, I was asleep and literally had a dream.

The dream was simple. I was explaining Wish, that new Disney movie, to my parents, and ranting about how it should have been better. Then I began to give my actual ideas for how it could be fixed... and I woke up, those ideas fresh in my mind.

So, here's part one of how I would fix Wish, and do it better asleep than Disney ever did awake.

First off, Asha is an attendant in the Royal Court. Specifically, she's a member of the Camarería, who acted as attendants to the Spanish Queen- since Rosas is meant to be based somewhat on Spanish and Mediterranean Culture, I decided this would be an applicable position! This would also give her a reason to discover Magnifico's "dark secrets" later on and begin to doubt him. She's also very close to Queen Amaya, and the two often exchange advice.

Second- Asha is no longer "adorkable", like the dime a dozen protags we get these days. She is, to be rather blunt, a bitch. Yes, a bitch! Asha will have great character development, going from a stuck-up, somewhat prejudiced woman to learning the true value of being good for the sake of others, and not just yourself.

Magnifico and Amaya, also, are a power couple. The thing about Amaya, though, is that you don't know she's in cahoots with Magnifico until act three. Basically, she takes on the role of a happier Simon, and to a much better established degree.

Speaking of Simon and the others, they're kicked out. Nope. Not having that. The cast is already bloated, we don't need six more crazy teens to worry about. I'm keeping Dahlia, because she's decent disabled rep (and God knows we need at least that nowadays), and she's the one with the most character in the group.

And of course, Starboy is a thing! Of course he's gonna be a thing, how could he not? He's a semi-shapeshifting being made from stardust and good vibes, and is usually seen with a smile and a wink. He's rather smitten with humanity, and Asha, but slowly becomes more disillusioned as the film goes on, and luckily a more developed Asha will pull him out of his funk.

Now... how does this all fit into the plot?

The Plot of the Film

The film begins with a storybook opening, telling the story of Rosas. It remains relatively the same, with Magnifico suffering loss and wanting to create a kingdom where that could never happen again. A proud, strong foundation for generations to come. He is joined by his wife, Amaya, in making this happen.

However, he doesn't just "learn magic" out of nowhere, no- he wishes on a star so long and so hard, that star "wanted to listen closer", so it fell to the Earth and imbued him with stardust. A magical substance, stardust has the ability to change reality and make dreams come true, so he began to do so for other people and created his kingdom with literal hope as the foundation.

Rosas, a kingdom of inspiration for a better tomorrow, sprung forth! Heralded by Magnifico and Amaya, once a month they have a ceremony to grant three people's wishes- after all, if they granted everyone's wish, chaos would ensue. Even the most out of loop person would understand that, after all. Anyway, people are selected, and their deepest desire made a reality.

Magnifico soon discovers that this is an excellent way to keep people at ease, and listening to him. His kingdom- he can't lose it to chaos! He will only grant the wishes that have the kingdom's best interests at heart. It's for the good of everyone... right? Amaya certainly agrees.

Asha, a somewhat arrogant attendant, is helping Amaya prepare for the monthly ceremony. Amaya muses about the importance of knowing what your heart wants, and then states she doesn't know where her pen is to write out the names of the ones chosen. Asha offers to get one for her, and searches Magnifico's office for a pen and parchment too (because she's that helpful, of course). However, she stumbles into the Wishing Chamber, where Magnifico is... muttering about something.

Asha listens in, curious. Magnifico is staring off into space, saying something about how "wishes these days are so senseless", when he sees Asha, and questions her presence. Asha states she's trying to find a pen for Amaya, and Magnifico chuckles, whipping one up from a splinter of wood and some ink.

Asha returns, a little frazzled from Magnifico's demeanor, but quickly changes her tune when she sees the kingdom, and sighs longingly at its view. Asha starts to sing, the first song of the movie: "Life in Rosas". It's upbeat, but has an air of prejudice, with Asha noting things like how she climbed to the top and deserves the best, and otherwise acting indifferent to most of the plights in the kingdom in favor of her good mood. Think "Candy Store" from Heathers- it's catchy, fun, but isn't about a well-meaning person in the end.

At the end of the song, she walks by a child who is chasing a ball down the street, and she initially thinks nothing of it. But Amaya walks by, and she instantly changes her tune, helping the kid catch it. The viewer now understands she likes to help when it directly benefits her- in this case, staying in Amaya's good graces.

Amaya questions about her quest to find the pen, and Asha gives it to her, hoping she didn't seem too foolish. Amaya, however, commends her for being distracted by the "good of the kingdom", and happily states that she couldn't have a better confidant. Asha grins, feeling validated by her idol, and Amaya announces the ceremony is to begin soon.

Well... that's where I'll end this first post! It's super long already, and I'll be sure to add the second post and continue the story- we haven't even gotten into the meat of it yet!

PART 2 - will link when ready :)

[thatguy03]

Becoming Peter - Male tf

Jack had been struggling to land a part in anything significant lately. He scraped by on the pay from commercials and low budget shows, but he wanted something that could get his name out there. It seemed like perfect timing when he received an email from his agency that they had a role for him in an upcoming live adaptation of a popular animated series. It was the perfect opportunity to finally rise to the celebrity status hed always wanted. The only catch being that his agency couldnt disclose many details of the role yet, only that he had to gain weight for it. That was no problem for jack, hed get to pig out for a few months and then lose the weight after filming finished. He needed this.

The agency gave Jack a dietitian to help him gain the weight quick enough for the role, and he definitely didnt mind the diet he was put on. It was full of calorie rich foods at all time of the day, courtesy of the money provided by his agency. Also with some weird protein shakes provided by the producers of the show. Jack took a 'before' picture the day he started the diet along with his weight of 150 pounds, thinking it would be fun to track his progress.

It didnt take long for his diet to begin to show, he had been bloated basically constantly since he started the diet. Everytime his bloat seemed to die down, he was stuffing more food in his face. The diet was clearly working because within days Jack noticed a layer of pudge covering his ever bloated stomach. It was a weird sensation as he had always been really skinny, now he had some fat that he could actually grab onto. This was nothing compared to what was to come though. It seemed everyday when he would take a show he would notice a noticeable amount of fat had accumulated on his stomach. Within only a week his stomach had rounded out, and he started to notice fat build up on his chest, making his once flat pecs look swollen. A few weeks later his body had significantly changed from when he started the diet. He had a beer belly reminiscent of dads in their 40s and pair of man boobs that showed through any shirt he wore. Friends and family showed concern of his rapid growth but he reassured it was just for the role and he was still healthy. He did often think about how fast he was growing, but reassured himself that people he knew had gained weight this fast before. Besides he had more confidence than ever, because with all the fat gained in his stomach, fat and muscle had built on his previously tiny arms and legs. He finally had arms comparable in size to the guys his age that worked out, despite most of it being fat. One day before his shower, he decided to check his weight to update his agency of his progress. He stepped on the scale and recorded '200 pounds' not realizing how much heavier he was than he expected. He took a progress picture in some new shorts he had bought, as most of his clothes already didnt fit. He sent the photo and weight to his agency, only realizing now how ridiculous it was that he gained 50 pounds in just over a month.

His days went on normal for the next few weeks, doing nothing but eating a ton and drinking shakes. Though he had noticed lately he was a lot hungrier than he usually is. At first it was difficult to reach his calorie goal each day, but it became slowly easier and easier. Soon he started eating more than his calorie goal, he convinced himself that it was just so he could hit the weight need for the role faster, but the truth was that he was just hungry between his massive meals. He had stopped going out basically at all now, just relying on order food and groceries online using the credit card provided by the producers. He stayed at home either eating sleeping of playing video games, as a result he never needed new clothes for his growing body and spent all his time in the only pair of shorts that fit him. Due to his increased eating habits, his body continued to grow significantly over the next month. His gut had grown large and round, blocking his view of his feet. He was now larger than most men he knew, even outgrowing the impressive guts of the fat old men he knew, men who had long since let themselves go. His moobs began to sag and lay on his gut, and his nipples grew large and swollen. His back formed many rolls of fat and he now had love handles that spilled over his shorts. Shorts that could barely contain his ever growing ass and thick thighs, despite being by far his biggest pair of shorts. Proud of his progress he decided he would update his agency. He stepped on the scale, having to hold his gut in to even see the scale. It read '250 pounds', he had gained a shocking 50 pounds in just a month again. He stood sideways and snapped a picture, surprised at how prominent the S curve caused by his protruding gut and ass had become.

It had been a couple months since the last update, and Jack still has no idea what this role is nor does he know how fat he needs to get. It was not like he was gaining weight for the role anyway, at this point the gaining was a part of his lifestyle. Something that would most definitely stick after shooting had concluded. He had basically stopped drinking anything but the protein shakes provided by the producers. He always had a container of them sent to his door regardless of how fast he was going through them. He is basically constantly eating, whether it be giant fast food meals or snacking any moment he isnt eating fast food. He is basically unrecognizable from the man he was only a few months ago. No one he knew would recognize him now, not like he was seeing anyone anyway. His face now hides under a thick layer of fat, with rolls covering his neck and giving him a very obvious double chin. It must have been all the unhealthy eating, but he began to look much older than he was, looking well into his 30s despite being in his early 20s. The rest of his body wasnt much more recognizable than his face was. His gut protruded out much further than it had last update, so far that it started ton sag over the waist of his shorts. It became difficult just to get in and out of the shower, he even started to shower with the curtain open because he couldnt fully fit inside anymore. His moobs swelled even further, as they sagged under his flabby arms. His love handled spilled over his waist, making door frames a tight squeeze. The only piece of clothing that remotely fit him now was his pair of red shorts, but saying they fit was a stretch to say the least. Jack stood staring at himself in the mirror, all embarrassment of what he had become had long been smothered under a new man that took pride in his girth. He figured he had grown enough to send his agency another picture. Some part of him hoped that the agency have him the same answer they always had, that he needed to be bigger. He stepped on the scale, it was basically impossible for him to the number that showed up, but he had gone above 350 pounds. Somehow his brain seemed to brush off the fact that it shouldnt have been possible to gain that much weight that fast, but the thought never crossed his mind. He stood in the mirror and snapped a photo before sending it to his agency.

The next couple of months moved by fast. He had finally gotten an update from his agency, he would be playing Peter Griffin in the new live action adaptation of family guy. Weirdly enough the email ended with "Welcome to the team, Peter." Why would they call him Peter? His name was... it was... no that's right he is Peter. His diet still consisted of massive portions of greasy food and a ton of beer, but it always had, right? It was weird that his shorts seemed to shrink every day as he has been the same size for as long as he could remember. The hair everywhere on his body but his head fell out, leaving him smooth. His double chin seemed to grow until it touched his chest and his face was enveloped with a soft layer of fat. His gut outgrew the size of a massive beach ball, making it basically impossible to reach his dick, though it's not like much of it was still visible under his thick fat pad. His moobs seemed to flatten under their own weight, still resting on his belly. Many rolls formed on his back that lead all the way down to his over stretched shorts that were holding on for dear life. Hopefully they'll have clothes his size on set. His entire body looked like it was melting due to the sheer weight of his fat weighing him down. He stepped on his scale for the first time in a while, excited to see that he was too heavy for the scale. It just kinda glitched out when he stepped on it. He felt this was the perfect time to send in one final update to his agency as he had never felt more like himself, and he was just playing himself after all.

[kungukingi]

Meditations on bris/isbr [7/?] "Getting to Know Each Other"

Link to previous part.

After the match against Naruhaya’s and Barou’s team, Isagi makes the expected choice and chooses Barou, who does not like the fact that at this moment his fate is in Isagi’s hands. As much as he does not 'play for the team', it does not make him indifferent to this undesirable side effect of having his team lose.

Afterwards though, during an argument about sleeping arrangements, Barou shows how unbothered he is by the loss itself, as he continues trying to assert his dominance as usual. Though his team lost to Isagi and Nagi, he still thinks he’s better individually than either one of them.

When it is revealed that Barou and Nagi are like oil and water and do not get along at all, Isagi has to assume a ‘peacemaker’ role between the two geniuses, reminiscent of how he used to be before coming to Blue Lock. But he’s no longer a pushover, so he quickly gets exasperated and joins in on the arguing.

This is the first time we get to see Barou’s clean-freak/order-obsessed side, which Isagi is quick to link to the results he puts out on the pitch. He agrees with Nagi in thinking that Barou seems like a 'hassle', but he is also intrigued by him and wants to “know more about him” so that he can better understand his specific brand of genius. By this point he's started to think that the best way to evolve alongside someone in a way both parties benefit from is to 'produce a chemical reaction' with them, and that's what he wants to achieve with Barou too.

Isagi makes the wrong assessment here though, when he guesses that the driving force behind Barou's ego are the 'aesthetics behind his personal rules'. In reality the driving force behind Barou's ego is the exact same desire to 'change the world with his own power' that Isagi himself has. His 'aesthetics' are just another feature of his personality, and have thus far served as an effective means to an end.

However, when they train together and Isagi sees what Barou's intense regime is like, he feels validated in his earlier assessment. And so he decides to join him, thinking the key to 'understanding' Barou lies here. He's willing to try to do things his way during training in order to crack the code of what makes him so special on the pitch, and to consequently find the path to triggering a chemical reaction between the three of them.

Later in the dining hall, Isagi thinks about how he managed to ‘adapt to’ Naruhaya by copying him, which led to his own growth as a result.

Here he's basically describing one of the methods of “devouring” that I mentioned earlier:

Assimilating and integrating attributes from your opponent into your own plays.

Thinking he should probably try to do something similar with Barou, he seeks him out to get a better understanding of his playstyle.

Barou is surprised by getting approached by him, but doesn’t seem to mind it. He is curious and somewhat suspicious when Isagi cuts straight to business, but upon hearing his answer, his reaction contrasts notably with the last time Isagi approached him with his questions.

The difference here stems from two things, in my opinion:

He’s seen that Isagi is not just some loser, since he managed to beat him in a one-on-one situation once during the last match.

Blinded by his bloated ego, he sees this situation as Isagi coming to offer him his services

I already covered my interpretation of how I see this scene from Isagi’s point of view in an earlier post, so I’ll focus on Barou now.

He wastes no time telling Isagi in very clear terms what he expects from him (to simply help him score goals), which throws Isagi off. When challenged by him, Barou reiterates that in his view he would’ve won that match against Isagi and Nagi if not for Naruhaya doing the exact opposite of what he wanted. Then, when Isagi still doesn’t back down, Barou seems to realise that he didn’t come to this talk to offer his services at all — but instead has an agenda of his own.

The thing that in particular provokes an ‘urgh’ from him seems to be the fact that Isagi says he can’t make his team win like that. Barou has never up until this point cared about helping anyone else win, he plays for himself and his goals alone — so that kind of talk puts him off.

He says as much to Isagi, clearly articulating that this is the way he intends to play from now on too, and tells him that if he was looking for someone teamplay-oriented, he should’ve picked Naruhaya instead.

But then Isagi manages to surprise him once more.

This is probably the first time Barou has been exposed to these types of ideas, and Isagi manages to do it while unintentionally using the kind of language that makes Barou more likely to listen; praising his skills and telling how he could never become like him no matter how hard he tried. The line “And your abilities can shine even brighter alongside me!” must’ve particularly resonated with Barou’s desire to always be the leading actor with the brightest spotlight directed at himself.

However, he’s got good instincts, and senses that what Isagi is actually trying to do here is get Barou to adapt to himself, not the other way around — even if at this point Isagi doesn’t realise it himself. Isagi thinks this is a reciprocal negotiation, but Barou instinctively recognises a selfish egoist when he sees one, what with them being birds of a feather.

And he’s not keen on becoming anyone else’s supporting actor.

A minor tangent about Isagi which I forgot to mention earlier: The thoughts Isagi has in this panel I think reflect well the process he’s going through on his journey from his ‘harmony-loving’ sealed-ego persona towards his more honest egoistic self.

Considering what lengths he went to in Ichinan High School to hide his own assertive tendencies out of fear of alienating the people around him, it tracks that he would think that someone so unapologetically selfish as Barou couldn’t possibly have friends.

But of course, while Barou’s selfish personality might be a ‘pain in the ass’ — he has hidden charisma that compensates for it. Granted, it's not much use to him yet, since at this point he just goes around telling people that all they need to do is simply 'help him score goals', which isn't a winning strategy in a group of egoist strikers. But we've seen that Isagi has already been somewhat taken by his charisma himself, and in the future we’ll get to see how, after some character development, Barou succeeds at employing this attribute he has in order to get people to rally around him.

Link to next post.

[ephemeronidwrites]

In the Right Time

Rating: Teen and up, for exploration of moderately heavy themes.

Relationship(s): Anders / Original Male Character

Summary:

This is the story of how Anders got taken to the Circle (but also how Anders was raised in a farming village straight out of a Russian novel).

Content warning for:

Themes of child abuse in ways both period/setting-bound and potentially universal, religious abuse, and fantasy bigotry towards mages. Exploration of how strict gender roles, patriarchy and internalised misogyny, comphet, and especially lack of access to medical care and contraception combine to affect the lives of those involved. Allusions made to repeated miscarriages / infertility / death by childbirth as a near-constant background event.

Chapters 1~3 are up!

Excerpt:

How could he make Hennik understand? That spirits came to Fritz all the time in dreams, and that chatting with them was quite normal—even boring sometimes—but when Fritz woke up from these dreams, he always knew more than he had when he had gone to sleep in the first place?

Sometimes it was knowing what herb he could put in his mother’s tea that morning to better ease her pain. Other times, she would simply wake up feeling better rested, without Fritz having to do anything. Sometimes Fritz came awake in the middle of the night with an inexplicable awareness that something had gone amiss in the stables… a heifer with bloat, maybe, or a mare whose foaling had come early.

Whatever it was, it was always something that Fritz—or the people around him—could use.

So Fritz thought there was something terribly unfair about how, now that the people around him finally knew where his help was coming from, they were scared of it. Too scared of him to place any of their trust in the good it could do.

“Hennik,” Fritz gave it one last ditch effort. “I… I know you’re scared. But I’ve never been scared of this before—”

“Well maybe you should be! Scared!”

Hennik’s voice was still thin and high, so different from how it normally sounded.

“Yes, yes, I know but please Hennik! If you’re going to be scared, be scared of me!” Fritz found himself biting down hard on his lip for a moment, hard enough that he tasted blood, before continuing. “Everyone’s already scared of me anyhow, it’s not like it will make any difference—”

It was at that moment that Hennik grabbed Fritz by the shoulders, gave him a shake, and Fritz stopped mid-sentence, no longer as sure of himself.

No longer as sure of anything anymore.

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,,I am gay."

Seriously?"

"Fuck Arthur."

I turned around and he was standing behind me, frozen, I thought he was imagining it.

“Then why the hell did you and my girlfriend get into the news?"

"Oh, fuck you Magui, I didn't know you're your girlfriend, we were talking here not long ago, my outfit excited her."

I bit my lip. I felt like giving him a little lecture about how my car broke down and how I'm stuck here and I have to go to the service and they can go with the other one.

"Charlie said that you had to take your car to the service center, it's a bad case... I can sense that my car is there too."

,,Shit... Please disappear!!!! My ex Ollie is here… I'm pregnant by him.”

"No, go to your boyfriend and talk about it, it's not my job to break up with him, that you're pregnant."

He pushed me forward, but I took a few steps in fear, I took a few breaths, thinking I can do it, I can do it...

,,Okay, there..."

Looking stupidly at the camera, but in the meantime I continued to try to cover my little belly, I grimaced and actually returned all it was only visible when I was sitting or my forearm was under my chest, even then it was usual where and which place in a restaurant to give so much food that I picked up a few pieces of food and they told me this not in the good sense of the word, I kept disappearing from their sight so that they would leave me alone with this if it was found out that I'm pregnant and boy the scandal will break out and I'd fucking avoid it.

"I only know what my partner said, Lando?"

"Loki isn't good now, everyone has been coming to the restaurant for a while, you know that's not true, right?"

"Of course I know you're pregnant and it looks good on you."

,,Who is he?"

"Nemo became a VIP guest the day before yesterday or I don't know, he won Eurovizo a few days ago."

I saw that he had a red code, I pulled him aside, I didn't want him to have a fit of jealousy, I was talking to a handsome boy with black hair again from yesterday, and he ran away sobbing and yelled at me for twenty minutes that I dare to cheat on him, then he went somewhere sobbing, telling me that I'm an asshole and that I'll date every other handsome guy whomever you see.

"I won't get together with him either and it's not planned. Calm down, please."

"Right now, it's not about that, it's about the fact that everyone believes in a fool!!!"

"But you're bloated, but you're my handsome, beautiful, pregnant, betrothed boyfriend."

A faint smile appeared on his face, then he gracefully ran his fingers along my face playfully, then he again whispered something sexy and chilling in my ear and dragged me into his apartment.

“Condoms”

,,Really fuck!!!! Although Lando doesn't play a role here..."

He smiled cheekily at me while caressing me sexily under my top.

"Oliver, is he your younger brother?"

“I don't see anywhere that he said we'll meet here and says something about someone's pregnancy and that someone in the field is gay."

,,I don't know, these ohh Loliks are coming from his room, but he will be there."

We opened the door and tried to have sex with another boy, that is to say, a guy, he was older than us, and the shit was in us.

"Lando, are you gay???"

"This is the question of the year, Pierrie!!!!"

He sat up with a pillow on his stomach and stuck out his tongue at us.

"You have nothing to do with this, you bastard!!! Who I go out with and who I sleep with gets my fucking pussy!!!"

"It has something to do with it!!! I quote, I'll tell him who's hot and fit in the field."

"It has nothing to do with it, yes, maybe my family, and Oscar, Alex, Charles and his brother know that I'm gay, but I won't tell anyone like him!!!"

"Jesus, Lando, you just told me you're gay, you crazy animal!!!"

"Shut up, it has nothing to do with you being pregnant!!!!"

"Well, I can't stand a pregnant gay, it's a lot and even idiotic, sorry for being an idiot, but he was now a man."

Storming past me with an angry face, Lando turned on the kettle, that's how I saw it on my mobile phone because that was all my friend could do, the naked Lando.

"Get dressed now."

"Not until everyone here is a dick."

"Shit? Since you've been pregnant, your mind has gone, not your body."

"Shut the fuck up, I'm serious."

"Nothing went wrong, my dear, I'm perfect."

"I think Loki says that every time you see him with a boy, you get jealous, it's not natural, good ASD, there's a reason, but don't do that."

"You know what, girl, fuck you!!!"

"Damn the whole world!!!"

,,Get dressed!!!!"

I scream back at Oscar, his girlfriend and mine at the crazy Lando, but we burst out laughing and even Oscar took it all in.

"George, I'm going to put this on the internet, it's brilliant, Lando Norris has a nervous breakdown when she's pregnant."

"Don't exaggerate."

"I don't think it's funnier after Miami."

,,If you say so."

"Okay, I'll do it... Lando goes for one, two and three!!!"

,,Oscaaaar!!!!! If you do this in Imlola too!!!!!! George will you leave it?”

I shrugged my shoulders and chuckled at this and told Oscar to calmly continue the work he had started because it would be really funny.

"Damned scumbags, drag me away from here!!!"

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Many Kitty

Insparation for her main talent being dancing goes to @bumblehoneybee and their fic

THE CARTOON: BEFORE CATNAP'S RECALL

    In the Smiling Critters show a side character named Many Kitty was created, but not yet implemented into the show. This pinksh-red feline was one of many talents, mainly because showmakers didn't want to bloat the show with too many characters (they were also working on a pretty strict budget because of Playtime Co. and couldn't make the cartoon as detailed as they wanted.) Many Kitty was planned to be primarily manning a studio where she could be seen dancing, or doing contortion in the main area, in the back of the studio would be her workshop, where she makes accessories to sell in the entrance of her studio before her classes. Many Kitty was planned to be a quiet feline who doesn't talk unless she is alone with someone she holds dear, yet still a patient soul willing to lend an ear to those who aren't as close to her. When the first designs of Many Kitty were presented to the orphans of Playcare, to say they liked her was an understatement, the kids thought that she was apart of the main cast, but they were disappointed when they were told that she was a side character. The main writers [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] decided to give Many Kitty a more important role in the show; she is the reason the Critters have their charms, and she would make more frequent appearances than other side characters.

THE RECALL OF CATNAP, THE BIRTH OF SLEEPY KITTY

    The recall of CatNap meant more than just his removal from the shelves, and advertising, Playtime Co. also intended to remove him from the Smiling Critters cartoon. The people working on the show were not happy to hear that CatNap was being removed from the show on such short notice, but they tried to make a replacement for the purple feline nonetheless. When [REDACTED] showed some of the new character designs to a select few orphans, they didn't land, the kids weren't interested. It wasn't until [REDACTED] suggested Many Kitty that a new night-related feline was born, using the design of Many Kitty and some core aspects of the character, they primarily used what made her stand out from the other side characters, her dancing moreso than her accessory crafting. After what felt like months of making tweaks to the character, finally Sleepy Kitty was born! The employees weren't allowed to (or able to) tell the kids that CatNap was being replaced. Sleepy Kitty was more social than her previous iteration, but not by much, when the wavy-furred cat knew her friends were sleeping soundly, she wound make accessories or dance. The showmakers took some parts of CatNap and put them into Sleepy Kitty, his nocturnal nature, his tendency to sleep when his friends were getting into shenanigans, his capability to sleep just about anywhere (and cuddle anyone,) the ability to sleep while standing up are a few examples. The flexibility granted by Many and Sleepy Kitty's hobby of dancing opened some new doors for shenanigans, an entire episode was planned where Sleepy Kitty would go missing, and DogDay, CraftyCorn, Kickin' Chicken and Bubba Bubbaphant, would try to find her, but she was somehow asleep in on top of DogDay's fridge, using her flexibility to squeeze herself up into a dark corner.

BIGGER BODIES SLEEPY KITTY

When Sleepy Kitty received the green light from Playtime Co, the labs got to work on making a Bigger Bodies version, using a little girl by the name of Emmalyn [REDACTED], daughter of the Smiling Critter's primary caretaker; Sleepy Kitty was brought to life, the cat was abnormally flexible compared to the other toys, capable of squeezing herself into vents, and to a degree, being able to climb walls and squeeze herself into the corners of the ceiling. The pinkish-red feline wasn't even able to be introduced to anyone before the Hour of Joy.

MANY IN THE GAME

   The Bigger Bodies variant, known as Many, woke up to the chaos that was the Hour of Joy. The feline was frightened, confused, she went into hiding, she survived by taking her targets by surprise, utilizing her agility and contortion to outrun threats. Many isn't with Poppy or the Prototype because she doesn't know that the player is in the factory, but before the player gets to her location, Boxy Boo manages to catch the starving cat, and for once, agility couldn't help the weakened feline, the player finds her after the unfortunate attack.

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Sailor Moon Crystal (Final Thoughts)

(My capture card went on holiday, but at least I have shots from years ago.)

Honestly, I am just going to take this post to focus on mainly Eternal, since S1 and S2 were overshadowed by distracting uncanny valley animation design choices and S3 had a solid run.

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In short, Eternal being told in a two-part movie was so fucking good! The pacing was well done and the animation for certain scenes executed beautifully (ALL THE HELIOS/CHIBIUSA SCENES OMFG)!!!! Amazon Trio had more of a backseat role while the Amazoness Quartet had most of the spotlight (which was awkward but I didn't mind it).

(JUNJUN!!!!!! TTTTwTTTT)

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Oh, the Outer Senshi moments...CAN I HAVE A SPINOFF WITH JUST THOSE FOUR??? PLEASE??

PLEASE?!?!?!

Anyways, I did notice something during the scene with baby Serenity...well, between Queen Serenity and Nehellenia. Is it me, or am I thinking of Sleeping Beauty for one moment?? Nehellenia just shows up to the party uninvited as if she's Maleficent, which freaking blindsided me for a split second.

There are so many things to talk about that I loved from Eternal, but I just cannot spoil it for y'all. Personally, had they all gone through that two part movie direction, I may consider this a damn good rebound ; considering how SuperS was super bloated with filler in the original run, making it difficult to figure out the lore.

Overall, Eternal left me in an emotional rollercoaster; can't recommend it anymore than I can slam a yes button.

....even if it means to do a rewatch of seasons 1-3 just to be reminded of how far Sailor Moon's reboot has come.

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Thus, that concludes the special rewatch that was not even planned for the wheel but Cosmos is already 1/2 way released. Part 1 just premiered in Japan; with all the hype and the casting, I'm TOTALLY ready to get my hands on that movie. Until then, I have something bigger approaching my way.

Yes, in July, my girls are back.

PREPARE YOURSELVES, AQOURS RETURNS WITH A HELL OF A SPINOFF!!!!

Here's reminding you that MomoCloZ and Aqours did a collab. GO WATCH THAT VIDEO!

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Daily Express - April 22, 1992

Credits to Roberto Macchi.

[Photo caption: CUDDLING: Paul Young and wife Stacy]

[ADMIRING: Brian May and Liza Minnelli]

Women who sparkle like Mercury

THE LADS may have been the stars of the show at the Freddie Mercury Wembley tribute. But it was the girls who glittered at the lavish party at Browns nightclub later. Flake advert girl Debbie Leng, long-standing girlfriend of Queen's Roger Taylor, topped the fashion stakes in clinging catsuit and elaborate necklace. And Paula Yates showed her husband Bob Geldof it's possible to be colourful without wearing the sofa covers. Model Stacy Smith, wife of Paul Young, was in sparkling form, and superstar Liza Minnelli found that Queen guitarist Brian May — accompanied by former EastEnders actress Anita Dobson — is one of her greatest fans.

[Photo caption: SPARKLING: Debbie Leng in catsuit and necklace]

[Photo caption: CLASHING: Chic Paula Yates and Bob Geldof]

[MRS LINDA JAMES A picture on Page 3 of yesterday's Daily Express was incorrectly captioned as Mary Austin. It was, in fact, of Mrs Linda James, who attended the Freddie Mercury tribute concert. We apologise for any embarrassment.]

[Pictures by RICHARD YOUNG • JILL PARKIN]

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First Lady of AIDS

Taylor takes on a new role

LIZ TAYLOR touched down at the airport looking slim and sensational at 60. The caption writers reached for the "age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety” quote from her most famous role — Cleopatra.

What is it that's brought the smile back to the Queen of the Nile? Putting it straight: AIDS. Her flagging reputation has been given the kiss of life by the virus.

There she was on Monday night in front of an audience of 72,000 for the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert at Wembley Stadium, giving the hammiest performance of a hammy career.

She all but went into a Bohemian Rhapsody about condoms and generally urged the youth of today to encase itself in rubber and not share needles.

"Protect yourselves," she pleaded with tremulous voice and quivering lip. "The world needs you to live.

Arguable, if the evidence of several hours of Def Leppard and all the other sound-alikes these 72,000 paid to hear were anything to go by.

“You are the best and brightest, the shining light that will illuminate a better world tomorrow…" Good grief, let's hope she didn't pay a scriptwriter for that.

Close at hand was Larry Fortensky, her seventh husband but her first from the construction industry, who now escorts her round the AIDS charity circuit on both sides of the Atlantic.

And what a party it has been for Liz ‘n’ Larry so far. Thank goodness she picked an exceptionally enlightened brickie, not one likely to share an anti-gay joke over the hod with his mates.

AIDS has given Liz a whole new starring role. After all, it has been a long time since Cleopatra.

Who said not long enough? Unlike the dewy eye, the parts dried up long ago.

Liz was forced to star in her own drama of drink, men and self-destruction. All very well, but costly in terms of drying-out fees.

And being pushed about various airports, bloated and wedged into a wheelchair, must have been losing its novelty as a photo-opportunity.

She had tried the last refuge of a Hollywood legend — bringing out your own scent and touting it round the promotional counters — when she was saved by the arrival of the incurable disease of the late 20th Century.

AND not just any old disease, but a high-profile one with a heavy presence on America's West Coast, handy for her Bel Air home. Thousands of victims in Africa but, more importantly from the PR point of view, a few glamorous names nearer to hand.

But in the case of Freddie Mercury, who died of AIDS last November, is glamour a big enough word? Should we be talking greatness here?

One of his few profundities not set to music was: "New York is Sin City. I just slut myself. My sex drive is enormous. I've got a big bed and it can sleep six."

Another shining light, eh?

Still, it has all been great PR for Liz, whose Tinseltown tiara was beginning to tarnish.

Now she's the First Lady of AIDS and she may soon be more famous for that than for getting married. And how well she looks on it.

Every cloud, as they say, has a silver lining for someone.

[Photo caption: EXIT: Liz leaving London last night with granddaughter Naomi and Larry / Picture: Dennis Stone]

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Empower Your Wellness: Herbs for Women in 2023

In the ever-evolving landscape of health and wellness, it's crucial to stay in tune with nature's bountiful offerings. Women, in particular, understand the significance of nurturing their well-being. With 2023 upon us, it's the perfect time to explore the latest trends in natural remedies tailored to women's unique needs. At WomenLoveHerbs, we're dedicated to bringing you the latest insights on herbs for women's health in 2023. Discover the power of herbal remedies to support your holistic well-being and embrace the vitality of a more natural and balanced lifestyle.

Herbs for Hormonal Harmony

Balancing hormones is a paramount concern for women, and in 2023, we're witnessing a surge in the popularity of herbal solutions. Adaptogens like Maca, Ashwagandha, and Dong Quai are gaining attention for their hormone-regulating properties. These herbs help alleviate symptoms associated with menstruation and menopause, promoting hormonal harmony and overall vitality.

The Rise of Nourishing Nettle

Nettle, often underestimated, is becoming a superstar in the realm of women's wellness. Rich in essential nutrients like iron, calcium, and magnesium, nettle is invaluable for managing anemia and promoting bone health. It's also celebrated for its role in strengthening hair and nails, making it a must-include herb in your 2023 herbal regimen.

Herbal Allies for Stress Relief

As women juggle their personal and professional lives, stress can take a toll on overall health. In 2023, the focus is on adaptogenic herbs like Rhodiola and Holy Basil. These herbs are revered for their ability to combat stress, reduce anxiety, and boost mental clarity. Consider incorporating them into your daily routine to support your well-being.

Herbs for Skin Health

A radiant complexion is a reflection of inner well-being. Herbs like Turmeric and Calendula are taking center stage in 2023 as they offer anti-inflammatory and antioxidant properties that promote healthy, glowing skin. These herbs help combat skin issues, such as acne and premature aging, from the inside out.

The Gut-Health Connection

Understanding the connection between gut health and overall well-being is a growing trend in 2023. Herbs like Ginger and Peppermint support digestion, alleviate bloating, and enhance nutrient absorption. A balanced gut contributes to a healthier immune system and better overall vitality.

The Power of Herbal Teas

Herbal teas have long been a beloved remedy for women's health. In 2023, herbs like Red Raspberry Leaf and Chamomile are emerging as favorites. Red Raspberry Leaf tea is a go-to for menstrual support and pregnancy wellness, while Chamomile offers relaxation and relief from sleep disturbances. These herbal infusions are easy to incorporate into daily routines, promoting overall wellness.

Herbs for Fertility and Pregnancy

For women looking to start or expand their families, herbs like Vitex and Red Clover are becoming instrumental in their journeys. Vitex, also known as Chaste Tree, is revered for its hormone-balancing properties and support for regular menstrual cycles. Red Clover is known to enhance fertility and prepare the body for a healthy pregnancy.

Holistic Approach to Women's Health

At WomenLoveHerbs, we advocate a holistic approach to women's wellness in 2023. Herbal remedies are just one facet of a comprehensive lifestyle that includes balanced nutrition, regular exercise, mindfulness, and stress management. Embrace these holistic principles to empower your well-being and enjoy a vibrant and fulfilling 2023.

In the dynamic world of herbal wellness, the possibilities for women in 2023 are endless. At WomenLoveHerbs, we're committed to bringing you the latest information on herbs for women's health. Stay tuned as we explore new discoveries, share practical tips, and provide the guidance you need to make the most of the herbal world. Together, let's embark on a journey to harness the power of herbs for a healthier, more vibrant you in 2023.

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how to lose face fat

Effective Strategies to Reduce Face Fat: Your Ultimate Guide

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Many individuals struggle with the desire to shed excess fat from their faces, aiming to achieve a more defined and sculpted appearance. While spot reduction is not possible, there are several practical steps you can take to help reduce face fat and enhance your facial features. In this blog post, we will explore a range of effective strategies that can assist you in your journey towards a leaner face.

Embrace a Healthy and Balanced Diet: Diet plays a crucial role in overall weight loss, including reducing face fat. Focus on consuming a well-balanced diet rich in fruits, vegetables, lean proteins, and whole grains. Avoid excessive intake of processed foods, sugary snacks, and beverages high in calories. Additionally, stay hydrated by drinking an adequate amount of water throughout the day.

Incorporate Cardiovascular Exercises: Engaging in regular cardiovascular exercises can contribute to overall fat loss, including the face. Activities such as brisk walking, jogging, cycling, swimming, and dancing can help burn calories and stimulate your metabolism. Aim for at least 150 minutes of moderate-intensity cardio workouts per week.

Facial Exercises and Massage: Facial exercises and massages can help tone the muscles in your face, promoting a more defined and sculpted look. Try exercises like cheek lifts, jawline clenches, and pouting to target specific areas. Additionally, gentle facial massages can improve blood circulation and help reduce water retention.

Maintain a Consistent Exercise Routine: In addition to cardiovascular exercises, incorporating strength training and resistance exercises into your fitness routine can be beneficial. Strengthening the muscles in your body, including your facial muscles, can contribute to a more toned and firm appearance. Consult with a fitness professional to develop a well-rounded exercise plan.

Reduce Sodium Intake: High sodium intake can lead to water retention, which may contribute to facial bloating. Minimize your consumption of salty foods and processed meals, as they often contain excessive amounts of sodium. Opt for fresh, whole foods, and season your meals with herbs and spices instead of salt.

Get Sufficient Sleep: Adequate sleep is crucial for overall health and can also impact the appearance of your face. Lack of sleep can lead to fluid retention, puffiness, and a dull complexion. Strive for 7-9 hours of quality sleep each night to allow your body to repair and rejuvenate.

Practice Good Posture: Maintaining good posture can help improve the appearance of your face and neck. Slouching can contribute to the appearance of a double chin and sagging skin. Keep your head up, shoulders back, and neck elongated to maintain a more defined facial profile.

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Conclusion: Losing face fat requires a holistic approach that combines a healthy diet, regular exercise, and lifestyle modifications. Remember, it is essential to embrace realistic expectations, as everyone's body is unique and fat distribution patterns vary. By implementing these strategies consistently and adopting a positive mindset, you can achieve a more sculpted and confident appearance over time. Stay committed and patient, and celebrate the progress you make along the way.