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ahmementos · 1 year

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Hazards of The Job

I'm not sure if I'll manage all the prompts as real life kinda went wild, but I'll still write some for the rest of the month on a pick and choose basis.

Febuwhump Day 11 : Fever

Happy Ending On Ao3

You didn’t just have a fever, not in Leon’s line of work. It was worse than a typical person googling their symptoms on WebMD. You had to figure out when the last time you had a dangerous mission was. You had to double and triple check your body for cuts or abrasions that looked infected in the worst way possible the doctors might have missed. If you had a fever, you had to report it to work so their doctors could run a multitude of tests.

When you already had a prior infection inside you, it sent you down a never ending spiral of dread and anxiety. Your mind plays tricks on you. You start to remember every pain you had when infected. You cross reference the aches and pains you currently have with the ones you had over a decade ago that were as fresh as remembering what you did or didn’t have for breakfast.

When you hear the front door to the apartment open up, you dread giving Chris that key. “It’s a fever,” Leon groaned, too weak to do much else from his position on the bed. “Get the fuck out.”

“You have been at a desk doing paperwork for a week and before that it was training at the on-site range.” Chris brought in two bags of food that contained what looked to be soup containers. “It is probably the flu that’s going around at work.”

“Got my flu shot,” Leon mumbled against his pillow.

“And we both know that shit doesn’t always stop it from happening.” Chris grabbed the thermometer from the nightstand. “Open up.”

Leon didn’t fight the order.

“Don’t let that fall,” Chris added as he pulled out what was very clearly soup from one of the bags. “If you turn into a zombie, I’ll shoot you, okay?”

Leon rolled his eyes; obviously taking his temperature was a tactic to shut him up, not that he had the energy to really sass him back anyway.

The electronic beep told Chris the temp was taken and he pulled the thermometer away and stared at the numbers. “What was it earlier?”

“102.”

Chris nodded. “It’s 100.9 now. Our lines of infection to worry about run upwards to 104.” He sat down on the bed and smoothed his hand against Leon’s warm skin. “Unfortunately for you and your death wish, you just might live.”

“Fuck you,” he mumbled but allowed Chris to help him sit up against pillows. “I feel like shit.”

“It’s a pretty bad flu this year.” He dipped the spoon into the container and moved the soup closer to Leon’s mouth. “You have to eat.”

Leon stared at the soup and the moving contents slithering in and out of the broth. “It’s moving.” He looked up at the drooling monstrosity that was definitely not Chris and was too weak to move. “Jesus fucking Christ…”

“Leon, wake up!”

The feeling of Chris’ hands on his shoulders jolted him back to consciousness. “Fuck,” was all he could get out before he had to lean away from Chris and vomit. Black liquid splashed against the broken cement he’d been sitting down on. It may have been blood but the darkness of the abandoned sewer entrance made it all seem black. Knowing his luck, it was black, which meant the infection had progressed to a dangerous point.

“Are you still you?” Chris gestured to his side at the soldier who had a gun trained on Leon’s forehead to make him stand down.

“Just kill me.” It was jarring to be in one place then suddenly meet the glaring reminder that you were actually infected while on duty and waiting on an antivirus that might not even work. They’d vacated the lab and found a sewer tunnel entrance just beyond the facility to keep Leon secure while a cure was located.

Second time in a row, too, and Leon wasn’t sure his luck was going to hold for a second miracle. Did he want to die? No, but he also didn’t want to become the job, either.

The soldier lowered the weapon. “Yeah, that’s Kennedy.”

Chris might have growled under his breath before he started removing enough of Leon’s jacket to have access to his shoulder. “I told you,” he said softly. “You aren’t dying today, damn it.”

Leon was sure he looked amazing, black liquid already drying against his lips and his hair plastered from sweat against his forehead. “I was looking forward to it.” He didn’t wince when the injection burned through his body; the fever cooking him from the inside out decided the antivirus just felt like a slight tickle.

“Now we wait.” Chris gestured for the soldier to guard outside the perimeter. “I told you if it doesn’t work, I’ll handle it. Go guard the entrance.”

“Yes sir.”

Leon didn’t watch the soldier leave but the heavy boots signaled his departure. Gravel shuffled in cadence with footfalls retreating outside the broken down sewer entrance they’d bunkered down in. It left the suffocating presence of Chris Redfield’s overwhelming guilt and possible looming loss. “I’m sorry.”

“Shut up, Leon.” Chris had his handgun out but his other hand was holding Leon’s. “You’re going to be fine.”

“I don’t want to be another loss you shut down over.” Leon couldn’t bring himself to look at him. He couldn’t stand to see those puppy dog eyes. He didn’t want to recognize that impending dread lining Chris’ face. “I can do it myself.”

“No one is doing anything right now.” Chris didn’t outright sound defeated, but he sounded uncharacteristically quiet.

Leon’s fingers attempted to grip Chris’ hand tighter but he could only manage a light squeeze. “This isn’t your fault, Chris.”

They both knew he was going to blame himself, regardless of the outcome.

“Just put a barricade up and go finish the mission.” Leon tried to sit up and fell against the bricks for his efforts. “I’ll either be recovering when you get done or I’ll need to be put down when you get back.”

“Mission is being handled.” Chris tried to reach out and help him sit up but Leon shook his head.

“Without the commanding officer.” Leon swallowed down bile; he refused to vomit a second time with Chris sitting there.

Chris nodded. “They can handle it.”

“You can’t handle this though.” Leon managed to turn his head and finally looked at Chris. “I don’t know if I can handle having to look you in the eyes if you have to put me down.”

“I can’t handle leaving you here, worrying out there if you are even going to be you when I get back.”

Leon forced his other hand to rest on top of Chris’. “You’re an idiot.”

Chris almost seemed to relax at the insult. “I love you, too, asshole.”

#chreon #Chris Redfield #Leon Kennedy #Resident Evil #Febuwhump #FebuwhumpDay11

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oldtumblhurgoyf · 4 years

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Chicken Ramen Recipe

So I looked at like 4 different recipes and just sort of compiled them all into one, picking the bits I felt I’d like most as well as what was actually available at the store. It’s simmering on the stove now and smells delicious, plus the broth tastes pretty good to me so far. Though I haven’t actually eaten it yet (that will be later tonight).

I think total prep time for me so far has been just under 2 hours, but about half of that was either waiting for water to boil for the ramen eggs or cooking chicken/letting the broth simmer for about 20 minutes. You could cut this prep time down a bit by not cooking the chicken first. Instead, you would cut off the raw meat into bits and then toss it in after you’ve added the chicken broth (and all the other stuff that goes in at that points), letting it cook while the pot simmers there.

Also worth noting you could totally do an even bigger batch of this, it would still only take about 2 hours, and you’ve got a few meals ready to go throughout the week. Just have to heat up the broth and prep the noodles.

Ingredients:

4 chicken thighs, with skin, on the bone 3 TBSP miso 1 TBSP oil 1 onion 4 oz shiitake mushrooms, stems removed 1/2 cup soy sauce (this and the water are the only things I actually measured, everything else was eye-balled and then I just tasted the broth and adjusted) 1/2 to 3/4 lbs bok choy (I think I ended up using a little over a pound) 4 cups chicken broth 1 cup water 1 TBSP chili sauce 4 cloves minced garlic 1 TBSP fresh grated ginger root

Instructions:

First, if you want ramen eggs to go with this, prep this first part anywhere from a few hours ahead, to the day before. For best results, let them marinate over night.

Mix 1/4 cup soy sauce with like, iunno 2 TBSP of miso. The actually recipe I have says to use 1/4 cup rice vinegar or mirin, not miso. But I don’t have those things so... and lastly, 3/4 cup water. Mix that all together and set aside. Also my container didn’t allow me to fully submerge 6 eggs with this much, so I doubled up on everything. If you only do like 2 or maybe 3 eggs in probably a tall glass (or individual cups?), this is probably plenty.

Bring a pot of water to a soft boil and (gently, with a slotted spoon) toss in however many ramen eggs you want. Let them go for 7 minutes, then remove and put in an ice bath for 3 minutes. From there, carefully peel them and put them in the marinade you made above. Set in a fridge for up to 12 hours. You can keep the eggs for up to 3 days in a fridge, but if you do that you’ll want to transfer them out of the marinade and into a dry air tight container.

Now for the actual ramen.

I started with my chicken thighs. Took my ramen pot and put it on the stove with that 1 TBSP of oil and let it heat up a bit (med-hi heat). Plopped the thighs down skin side down in the bottom of the pot and let that fry. Added some salt and pepper and then just made sure they didn’t get stuck to the bottom of the pot. Flipped ‘em after about ten minutes and went another ten minutes. Then I removed them to a plate.

The pot now has some chicken grease and oil and bits of fried chicken in the bottom. Toss your onions (I diced them, but all the recipes I saw showed bigger chunks, so do what you want there) on top of all that and scrape the bottom a bit to get all that flavor intermingling. Sweat the onions for about 5 minutes.

Then you toss the mushrooms and miso in with that. I quartered my mushrooms (my wife doesn’t like mushrooms so she should be able to avoid them more easily this way, otherwise I would have diced them as well). Let that fry in with the onions for about 3 more minutes.

Then we toss in the garlic and ginger. It only needs to be in there about 30 seconds to a minute. Just enough time to get aromatic. After this we toss in almost everything else.

The soy sauce, chili sauce, water, and chicken broth all goes in now. Bring this concoction to a simmer and let it go for about 15 to 20 minutes. While it does that...

Take two forks and shred up your chicken that you’ve had set aside. And if you’re like me you’ll now see that your heat was a bit too high so this chicken isn’t cooked all the way through. No worries. Shred off what you can then toss it all back in the pot. After about 15 minutes you can fish out those bones and pick the rest off them. Stir in your bok choy and let it go just 3 more minutes.

Now if you aren’t eating any right away, let this stuff cool off and keep in the fridge in air tight container for about a week.

Whenever you do want to eat it, heat your noodles as recommended on the package (if using instant noodles as I’m stuck doing this time around, obvs I’m not using the flavoring packet that came with them and I’m also going to make sure they’re just a little bit under-done. They’ll finish in my broth and hopefully not get soggy). Put it a bowl and ladle your hot broth over top of it. Warm one of those ramen eggs (preferably briefly in your broth) then cut it in half and add to the bowl. I’m going to serve mine with a sheet of nori, some green onions diced and sprinkled on top, as well as some poppy seeds sprinkled on top.

Note that if the broth is too salty or spicy for you (do a taste test before you put the bok choy in), you can stir in 1 tsp of sugar to cut those flavors and taste again. Do this until it tastes how you like, just a tsp at a time, well-incorporated.

Also note that you can totally sub in things you like or specific types of like miso or chili sauce or whatever that you prefer. My miso of choice here was “mild and sweet.” Instead of miso you could use mirin or rice vinegar or even sake (about 1/4 cup), or one recipe called for 1 TBSP fish sauce and 2 TBSP oyster sauce instead. You could toss in carrots or other veggies. You could add a lime wedge or cilantro when you plate at the end instead of things like nori and poppy seeds. Switch from chicken broth to some other stock and this probably works just as well as a base for a beef or seafood ramen. Like it’s just versatile and easy to mess with. Tweak things and use what you have and what you know you like.

@sumguyhunglow

#food #ramen #I'm pretty happy with this broth currently #like it's better than I expected #maybe a bit salty #but for me that's fine #and that was before I added the bok choy so

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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 years

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Hi Steph!

Love you ♥️

Can you and your followers maybe help me out? I'm writing a story where John is Canadian, what are some Canadian dishes that he'd be easily scandalised over if done wrong? You know, in this joking way like when we butcher some Italian dishes for example and you get an Italian village throwing pitchforks (all jokes fam)

I think poutine is Canadian? What are some do's and don'ts?

Thank you :3

Hey Nonny!

AHHH what a fun question! Ahhhhh, funnily enough, a lot of our cuisine is very American, BUT the one I was going to suggest WAS the poutine hahahah. It’s legit one of my FAVE foods, and my city has a Poutine Fest every summer when we’re not in a pandemic, LOL, and it’s just the best thing ever.

It’s the one that is ALWAYS make or break for me personally! It differs by region and nowadays, because of the ease of “buy everything in a can” for food, but a poutine can be greatly affected by what type of the three main ingredients you use.

A proper “original” Canadian poutine (pron. POO-TEHN) is made with fresh potatoes skin-on, gravy made from beef broth (dark brown, THICK gravy... this REALLY REALLY matters), and cheese curds (NOT shredded or chopped up blocks of cheese). BUT because not everyone’s tummies can tolerate ALL THAT HARD TO DIGEST FAT AND DAIRY, obviously these days, any poutine is good, as long as it’s got good fries, hahah. Poutine Fest has trucks that sell “hamburger” poutine and “mac and cheese” poutines (I’ve had both, and they are delicious), so really, it’s all about what you like. But yeah, IF you can eat cheese, get it with curds.... it’s NOT the same without the curds. I know many Canadians judge a poutine by the curds you have in them. It’s because they melt and get SUPER stretchy, which is why it’s fun!! This website here, actually, has a pretty good rundown of how a good Canadian poutine should be made :)

These days I make my poutines with bagged frozen fries, St. Albert’s Cheese Curds (one of the local cheese farms that sells in-store), and St. Hubert canned Poutine gravy (very subpar, but it’s the best of the canned gravies for poutine), topped with bacon bits, green onions, and a dash of salt. TOTALLY not an every day snack, but it’s nice to treat myself once in awhile. Really though, there isn’t a RIGHT and WRONG way to make poutines, but I CAN say that Americans make very.... subpar poutines. Except New York Fries. Theirs is really good.

Ah, hmm, what else? Timbits (doughnut holes) are the perfect snack. Popular “group” snack, since you can order them in Party Packs.

Maple syrup, very important! The best syrup comes from sugar farms, costs a lot, but SO worth it. There’s a BIG difference between pure maple syrup and whatever fructose crap sold in bottles on the store shelf. Canadians have “maple season” from February to April where you go to a sugar shack (cabane à sucre), pour hot maple syrup onto the snow to make maple taffy / candy and eat it. Best thing ever. Every Canadian kid who grew up in Northern Ontario of my generation has gone to at least ONE during a school trip.

And another one I am REALLY fond of and miss, are Persian Buns. It’s COMPLETELY a local thing in Thunder Bay where I grew up, and when I was a kid, you made sure you had money to buy a Persian on Persian Day at school lest you look like a LOSER. It’s literally a cinnamon sweet roll with strawberry sugar icing on it. They were the best, and I miss them so much.

AHHH sorry, I got super nostalgic there. That last one is completely not an all-Canadian thing, but it’s very VERY localized.

OH!! BEAVERTAILS. Americans call them Bear Claws / Paws, we call them BeaverTails, they taste better, and they’re shaped like a beaver tail, LOL. Staple of Canadian ice skating winters on the Rideau Canal. We actually have stands here where I live all year round, but yeah, people go NUTS for them. It’s literally a pastry with cinnamon sugar, sometimes with additional toppings (see the link above) and they’re HUGE, like the length of your forearm and about an inch thick.

OH!! A Tourtière (pron. TOUR-TEE-AIR, but faster and roll the ‘R’ because French people talk fast and all our R’s are rolled LOL), which is a meat pie made with beef and pork. Some Québecois will not be happy if you make them wrong, LOL. Traditional French dish my family has on Christmas Eve.

OH. NANAIMO BARS. One wrong mess up in a recipe will ruin them. Trust me, I did this once, EEEEEE.

Montréal Style Bagels. The best bagels you will ever get, tastes like heaven, that’s why they’re shaped like halos.

OH! And Canadians are VERY VERY proud of our craft domestic LOCAL beers. Wherever John lives in your story, look up the local brewery, because that shit is important to some Canadians, and it will make the story more believable. Same goes for wines, especially if your John is from the Niagara region. They’re popular for their wineries and wine tours. And Canadian beer is better, and I don’t even like beer LOL.

Hee hee! I was just scrolling to see if there’s any other I have a comment on, and I actually found this great article about Canadian things you HAVE to try, so yeah, these are all staples of Canadiana! <3

Food Network Canada also has some here too! I have lots to say about all of them minus the seafood and the Caesar, but yeah, all of it is delicious, and just makes me proud to be a Canadian! <3

AND finally, some a lot of the best-known Canadian cuisine comes from the French Canadians and from our First Nations People [see here for some make-at-home recipes] (bannock bread is AMAZING!!), so have a look see at that too – these are the cultures I grew up with and currently live around, so they’re the ones I’m most familiar with. I know that there’s regional food out west, in the Territories, and out east that I’m unfamiliar with, but do some research on Canadian food, it’s all very unique and amazing.

As I said, a lot of Canada has a lot of “local” things, so many of us make things in our own ways, and we’re pretty easy going about it all, because it’s food and we love food. But yeah, I think poutines are the biggest one. Most Canadians who love poutine will tell you every other poutine EXCEPT a French Canadian poutine is inferior, LOL.

If any of my fellow Canadians have anything local to their region to share, or has some words about poutine because it is very divisive, please share LOL.

This was such a joy to write, and now I want Persians. :D

#steph replies #little canadian things #happy posts #i LOVE talking about being canadian #Anonymous #look i didn't bring up bagged milk aren't you proud of me all??

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purlturtle · 2 years

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(inspired by @maiagaru's post - not gonna tag anyone either; if you vibe with these, go ahead and do it! blank version under the readmore)

favorite time of year: spring. Like, right now. From the time when the sap visibly starts rising to the time when it gets summery warm. Never fails to lift me up as well, life reborn and all that. I like the other seasons too, it's just this bit about spring that gives it the slight edge over the others. And yes, I have allergies and it's hard, but I still love spring best.

comfort food: so many! #1 gotta be my cherry brownies, #2 chocolate toast I have as breakfast on the weekends, or any meal of the day when I feel blue. #3, noodle soup of any description: just plain broth from powder plus thin short noodles, Japanese versions like ramen and udon, pho, chicken noodle that my wife makes me when I'm ill - I love you, noodle soup. #4, fruit, especially in season - currently it's strawberry time here and I'M OBSESSED. #5, sushi. (I just love food, okay. Good food makes me happy. Good food in good company is divine.)

do you collect something: turtles? Plushies, pictures, figurines, tattoos (😅) but it's really a random thing of seeing a cute and/or pretty thing and going "I want", rather than seeking things out specifically. So, themed purchases rather than a collection, perhaps.

favorite drink: currently Yuzuka, a yuzu flavored soda that is very new to the German market - new enough that I had to email their retail service to find out where to buy it near me. Always a go: Fritz Limo Orange, an orange flavored soda. Honorable mention: milk, my trusty companion to all things chocolate. Disclaimer: I cannot stand coffee or (black/green) tea, they're all too bitter for me. I also don't drink alcohol, for the same reason. So yeah, mostly it's fruity sodas, milk, juices, and sometimes alcohol-free cocktails.

favorite song: too many to count. Love Pink Martini band (the biggest little orchestra), love a great number of soundtracks, love classical music - I can for the life of me not point to any one song.

favorite fic: same as with songs: too many to count. Like, only today I read this one, which I'm really enamored with (Bering and Wells meets Groundhog Day), and then there are fics that I've re-read a dozen times and will return to over and over again because they're just so GOOD. And I hesitate to link any one here because then there are a thousand more that I could also link, and I don't have a curated list (maybe I should get onto that), and I'd forget to link a fic that'll make me go "Oh my god how could I ever forget that", or put up a list of authors and then later remember an author friend I didn't put on there who will now be sad I didn't mention them and I don't want that- Long story short, too many to count.

This was fun! Thanks for the inspiration, maiagaru!

favorite time of year:

comfort food:

do you collect something:

favorite drink:

favorite song:

favorite fic:

#ask meme #get to know your author

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sunsiac · 5 years

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king and queen / jaehyun [3]

genre: murder mystery, romance, angst

member: jaehyun

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none

summary: a young prince and a knight’s daughter are an unlikely pair, but nonetheless, these two were attached at the hip as children. without any royal duty or stress, it proved to be an unexpected yet beautiful friendship.even as they grew up together, they only developed to be more inseparable. they proved this when she, hakyeong turned 16, and he, jaehyun, gave her one of the most precious gifts he could; both of their first kisses. but it was bad timing. their respective responsibilities dawned on them quicker than they would’ve imagined, forcing them to grow apart. 5 years later, the both of them 21, meet again after jaehyun’s older brother who is about to be crowned king is found dead. A string of murders throughout the castle force them to come together and find the one behind it before one of them is next.

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HAKYEONG :

I left the supervisor's office in a hurry, eager to get through the darkening halls as quickly as possible. Oddly enough, the halls at night had never bothered me before, even when I had first come here. If anything, I liked how quiet they were compared to the bustling of the day. But now I just wanted to get through them as fast as possible.

Because, I liked the idea of a killer being out there even less.

The sun had past set, the dim lanterns scattered throughout the halls bleeding into the darkness of the night and making odd shapes that lined the walls. But, all of this was relinquished when the dining hall came into view, light and various different sounds spilling out into the otherwise quiet hall.

When I walked in, it was a little overwhelming. Even though I'd been eating there every day for years, I couldn't say I had gotten completely used to the deafening noise yet. Everyone that worked in the castle that was below a royal status ate here, and that added up to a lot of people.

As I stared, a single hand came up over the crowd and lead me over to my normal seat. My roommate, Eunhye, was sitting there, her curly blonde hair pulled back as she spooned soup into her mouth. Eunhye was arguably the person I was closest to, being my roommate and best friend for all the years after Jaehyun and I had cut off contact.

She knew almost everything about me, from my relations to the royal family down to something as simple as my favourite colour. It felt good to have that mutual connection with someone, a shared friendship that had lasted through the years. And, understandably, I was pretty determined to keep it.

I slipped into the seat next to her, greeting her with a nod as she passed me a bowl.

"Hey. Where were you?" She asked, looking at me expectantly as she bit into a roll.

"Oh, I just was pulled to the supervisor's office," I said casually, not finding any reason to go into more depth.

"What," She nudged me with a smile, "Are you actually in trouble for once?"

I just laughed, taking my share of food. "Never. It was just some questions about Hyeonsik,"

"Ah," she nodded, getting quiet and obviously at a loss of how to respond. I wasn't expecting her to be like this, but I didn't blame her. It seemed like no one knew what to say to me after his death, and I guess it wasn't that limited at her.

"Were you pulled at all yet?" I asked, making her look over.

"No," she shook her head. "But I don't think I will be, since I was with the visiting duchess almost that entire night,"

I just let out a sigh and rested my chin on my hands. "Lucky. For some reason, I feel like the supervisor's suspicious of me,"

She laughed."What? You? Everyone knows you and Hyeonsik were super close. He'd have to be insane to suspect you,"

"I know. That's why I'm worried,"

She just gave me a small smile over her bowl. "If it helps at all, I know it wasn't you,"

I just sighed.

"I just hope they know that too."

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JAEHYUN :

It's always soup.

Don't get me wrong, it was usually better. Way better, in fact. But, I guess with everything that's been going on, they aren't too concerned about the food.

I swirled the broth lazily around the bodies of the dish, not really in the mood to eat soup again. I was never an extravagant eater, not adventurous in the least, but now, I think I would rather eat anything but this.

I let the spoon drop into the bowl with a sigh as I sat back, the tray that laid on my bed shifting precariously. The recent events had changed a lot of things around here, and while I wholeheartedly understood why, it was a little hard to get used to.

Schedules were tight for everyone now, limiting everyone's, excluding knights, hours allowed out til twilight. And because of this, regular activities during the day were rushed, making people a bad combination of stressed and cautious.

Which, was part of the reason I was here, sipping soup over my bedsheets. I had barely been let out of my chamber in the past few days, everyone seemingly too nervous to let me out of their sight.

Though, yesterday around noon I had somehow convinced a few guards to accompany me on a trek to find something other than soup to eat. At first, I was unbelievably happy to be on my feet again, relishing in the sight of the familiar halls. But, it was short lived.

Hakyeong usually guarded the hallway in-between the offices and the main room, I knew, but today she was in the hall by the kitchen and the guard rooms. As we passed eyes, I remember words hanging on the tip of my tongue. And I knew she could tell, the former flat look on her face delving into one of curiosity.

But, when I tried to go over to her, a guard had stopped me, grabbing my arm.

"Sir. Please just try to get back to your chamber as quick as possible," He mumbled to me, making my eyes flit over to where she was standing.

She had an unreadable expression as she stared at us, inducing a guilty feeling in me as I nodded, turning away. I still remember the look of disappointment on her face as I did, and, though it didn't leave me feeling the best, what could I do?

THIRD P.O.V :

It seemed that as the days passed, things were just getting more reckless. Everyone's fear was lingering in the final realisation that someone had really been killed, and it wasn’t just a rumor. Because of this, things were rushed and unthorough all around the castle. Meals were repeated for days, jobs were done unmeticulously, and people were distant. It was too much of an anomaly for officials to pass a blind eye, so, a meeting was called that morning.

The royal supervisor had his doubts about what was going on, about what he was going to propose. But, he knew when everyone was sitting in front of him, that it was a decision that had to be made.

"Everyone," he stood up in front of the small group of men, their conversations dying down.

"I apologise to call you so early in the morning," he said, multiple people shaking their heads in dismissal. "But, I assume you can all figure why?"

This earned a few laughs before someone piped up, "Everything is a mess,"

He smiled and nodded. "Yes. Because of that, I want to propose something,"

The silence told him to go on. "I say we move on with the coronation,"

This raised a few eyebrows, even a few laughs.

"So," The director of management tapped his finger as his lips turned up in a small smile. "You're suggesting to put the younger prince up on that pedestal? When his older brother was murdered only days ago?"

He just smiled patiently. "I know it might not make much sense. But, we can only go long without a ruler,"

"It's only been a few days, we just need to be patient and wait for something to turn up,” The director said, his tone trying to hint that this part of things wasn’t up for discussion. “The king has been ruling fine from his bed, and that’s enough of a buffer for now until we can decide what to do,”

"The king is due soon," The royal supervisor said, making a few people shift uncomfortably in their seats.

The king's death was a taboo topic, and rightfully so. He was a good king, and people liked him. But most hadn't even stopped to consider what would happen after he does pass.

"Then why not wait?" Someone else piped up. "If it's that big of a deal to go without a ruler, then let the current king live it out, and crown the son then,"

“With all due respect, but is the king really in the best health to keep doing this? Sir Hyeonsik had most of the responsibilities before. So, why not crown the younger now? That way, we can put our focus onto him and protect him with no distractions,"

"You sound like a child begging for a toy right about now. Give it up, Hyunjin. It's just not the right time,"

He just sighed, pushing down the bubbling anger and nodding. Though he wanted to argue more, he knew he couldn't do anything without the majority's vote.

The same man pushed out his chair, saying, "All we can do at this point is continue to investigate. So, don't worry too much, Hyunjin,"

The royal supervisor just nodded.

"Fine. Meeting adjourned.”

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annebrontesrequiem · 7 years

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Hmn this might be werid but I'm in the mood for angst, rfa + minor trio(MY baes) somehow injurying mc really badly maybe even leaving a permanent scar or something, if they were in an argument or etc, happy or bad ending u'r choice abd it's okay if u don't do this if it makes u uncomfortable

Zen

• He knew he wasn’t supposed to do it

• He knew it was bad for him, that it could very well kill him

• He was going good so far, he hadn’t smoked in two months, and hadn’t gotten too drunk in about six weeks

• You were happy about that, and honestly, he was pretty proud of himself

• But one day it happened

• He slipped, and all descended into Hell

• He had lost a role he’d been preparing for weeks to a man who he hated

• And his friends managed to convince him to go out and get a drink

• Well one turned into five

• And a cigarette

• Or two

• It was a miracle he managed to drag himself home, but when he did he sort of lost it

• And not in a good way

• You were waiting for him, after a crap ton of missed calls, and the pictures on the messenger

• You were ready to give him some Advil, put him to bed, and the next day to spend around eight hour lecturing him on the dangers of smoking

• But it didn’t exactly go that way

• When you saw the state he was in you kinda snapped• A shouting match ensued

• “You’re going to kill yourself!!”

• “You’re just being over protective and stuck up, besides, what if I don’t care?”

• “You take that back right now!”

• “Why should I?!”

• Eventually he picked up a plate on the counter and chucked it

• He wasn’t aiming anywhere in particular, and it wouldn’t’ve mattered he was so drunk

• But the pieces of porcelain, along with what smashed on the grounds when he wildly grabbed it, were stuck in you

• In your shoulder, your ankles

• You bit your lip, fighting back the screams of pain as your body burned with the shrapnel-like pain of something being thrown at you at a fast rate, before lodging itself in you, still glistening with cleaning solution

• You ran out, leaving Zen with his thoughts

• In his drunken state he didn’t notice, he just slinked off to bed, falling into a coma-like sleep the minute his head hit the pillow

• When he woke up at first he didn’t remember

• Rolling over to hug you he noticed the bed was empty

• At first his thoughts were confused through the headache and haze of his hangover

• Hangover…

• Shit!

• He ran into the kitchen to see the remains of what happened last night

• Immediately he freaked out, calling Jumin, Seven, Jaehee, before finally clicking on your number. The phone rang about five times, and he was in panic, when finally, finally, you answere

• “Hello?”

• He almost sobbed with relief

• “Jagi! I’m so sorry for what I did, oh my goodness are you hurt, where is it? Please I’m so sorry!

”• The line goes silent for a few seconds and Zen thinks you’re going to hang up

• “Zen, I’m happy that you’re okay. I am currently in the hospital. The porcelain is out, they were worried about infection due to the cleaning solution, but they can now say that is not going to happen. If you just wanted to know my vitals then I’ll be going.”

• Your voice sounds like a flat instrument, the ends dipping down into something, and something unpleasant.

• “Jagi, please, I know, I made a mistake, and I get it, you can leave if you want. Just please, please don’t hate me forever. That would break me.

• You listen on the phone. “Fine Zen, I’ll talk later, I have to talk more to the nurse. See you, bye.” The line dies

• When you’re released from hospital a few days later Zen notices the scars that trace your arm and ankle’s, the one on your arm slightly yellow, scabbed at odd places, the holes from vaccines and IUDs vivid against the dull purple

• He acts so fragile around you

• And though you don’t like to admit it, that breaks you a bit inside

• So you agree to stay

• As long as he gets help

• He nods

• He did something wrong, and you will always have the scars to prove it

• Not him, because sometimes we don’t hurt ourselves, instead we pin our crimes on others

• And he knows that now

• The day you move back into the apartment, over a year later, he is waiting patiently, the pieces of glass still in a box, buried deep in his closet that acted as his own reminder

Yoosung

• Okay, this one was an accident

• Yoosung had been holed up at the library for over twelve hours, agonizing over finals

• He looked more dead than alive tbh

• So when he dragged his way home he wasn’t exactly thinking straight

• You were cooking beef soup on the stove, waiting patiently for him to come home

• “MC…..”

• He stumbled in, bag falling immediately to the floor

• You smiled softly, then went back to your work

• “Yoosung, hwo about you go take a bath, dinner will be ready in a bit!”

• “Ahh, but MC! I’m too tired, let’s cuddle!”

• He went to hug you, but you carefully pried him away

• “After dinner Yoosung, it’s important for you to eat.”

• “But MC!! Dinner isn’t that important!”

• He lunged towards you, going to hug you, but somehow knocked you back

• The broth feel on your elbow, which in turned rammed into the fire, touching the gas distributor

• Your survival skills kicked in, and you managed to get the fire off yourself, but not without screaming in massive pain, feeling like your flesh was dying, eaten away quickly like in those old movies

• Yoosung immediately sprung into action

• Turning the stove off he ran towards his phone and called an ambulance

• When they got there and he explained it the medics just shook their head

• He felt ashamed

• He waited outside the room as they operated on your arm, managing to put some sort of fake skin on it, that would attach to the cells and act like actual skin

• It was the latest technology, but Yoosung couldn’t help but worry

• When you were finally allowed visitors he rushed in and held onto your good hand tightly

• “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

• The tears streamed from his face onto your palm

• You just smiled softly

• “It’s okay, I’ll be fine, there’ll always be a bit of a dark patch, some burn scars, but after some rehab my right arm should be completely functional again.”

• You tried to keep your tone light and airy, but Yoosung could still hear the pain behind the words, the heavy breathing tearing at his heart

• Even when you were released he still babied you

• You were put to bed, and he was getting everything ready

• In the process he pulled up your sleeve somehow

• He immediately began to cry

• The scar was massive!

• Wrapping around your arm, and patchwork of hues, ones that would never fade

• “Yoosung.”

• Your voice snapped him out of himself and he realized he was crying again

• “I don’t care about how it looks. I’m happy that we’re both safe and there was no true long term damage. So please don’t cry, when you do it makes me so unhappy.”

• He put on a brave face for you, but when you were asleep he kissed the bruise lightly, whispered I’m sorry, and fell asleep to the tears in his eyes

Jaehee

• You guys had planned this date weeks ahead

• You two were so excited

• Until Jaehee bought a ticket for herself to go see one of Zen’s plays

• The same day

• Not even two, no, one

• You were obviously upset

• You two had been talking excitedly about it for weeks, it was going to be special

• It was your anniversary after all

• So why did she do that?

• You ended up confronting her about it

• And a screaming match ensued

• “Do you not enjoy my company or something?!”

• “Maybe I’m just getting tired-”

• “Of who, me?!”

• It was going back and forth

• Until a coffee withdrawal-ed Jaehee threw a vase at you

• The glass shattered against your face and lodged itself into your eyelid, barely missing the iris

• But you still knew there was trouble

• You resisted the urge to touch it, but not the urge to screaming bloody murder as you grabbed your phone and ran

• When Jaehee could see past what had just happened she immediately panicked

• Dribing to the hospital, she called Jumin, Seven, and Yoosung by the time she reached there

• When Zen was there she didn’t so much as acknowledge his existence

• Finally, after agonizing hours they were done

• Your vision couldn’t be saved

• The RFA let you two have a moment alone once they were done surrounding you

• Jaehee kneeled next to your bed and began crying

• She apologized again and again

• You just sat there listening, your eye now slightly white with film, a scar weaving its way around the gap

• When she was done you began

• “It’s good that you learned your lesson…”

•He head picked up in surprise

• “…That was you won’t make the same mistake with your next loved one.”

• She began crying again, and you just tapped the assist button and rolled over

• The day that you were released she came over with some flowers

• But you were already gone

• It had been years since she had seen you

• Seven refused to tell her your location

• All she knew was that you were in France

• She waited for you every night

• And one day you came back (edit cause I can’t believe my closeted ass pulled a bury your gays)

Jumin

• You two were so excited to work on this small cottage

• And you of course insisted that you two work on at least part of it together

• It was a sunny, hot day, and Jumin was working on the tiling, while you worked on some of the piping

• “I’m so excited!” You squealed cheerfully

• He smiled gently at you

• “Yes, it’s going to be the best vacation home anyone has ever seen.”

• You smiled brightly

• That smile lit up his world, you were his torch in the darkness, a spirit leading him out of what once had been darkness

• He still couldn’t believe the ring you wore on your finger, the fact that you had said yes

• “Hey Jumin, could you pass me the wrench.”

• Absentmindedly he picked up the metal object

•And chucked it at you

• It hit your forehead with a thud as you knocked on the ground

• Blood was trickling down your head, and your vision was fuzzy

• A concussion was almost certain

• Jumin’s head whipped up when he heard you fall, and he immediately drove you to the hospital

• It was indeed a concussion, and the scar was unrepairable

• He was beside himself in guilt

• Watching intently as they patched you up

• It took them about three hours before he could see you

• Your neck was in a brace, and the scar was red, the skin sunk in slightly, no wider than a paint brush

• He kissed it softly before apologizing profusely

• You laughed slightly, despite the pain

• “It’s okay, but, um, what the heck were we doing.”

• You had forgot the 24 hours up to when it happened

• He carefully explained everything to you, and you listened

• He felt bad about it every time he saw your scar

• But you assured him that it didn’t matter, what a concussion and a small scar in the grand scheme of things

• Eventually he got over his guilt

• And when you two had children of your own one of his favorite stories to tell them is about how their mother defeated a giant metal dragon

Saeyoung/Seven

• It was torture trying to push you away for him

• And for you too

• But you kept pushing, and pushing

• You just couldn’t give up

• He would hear your sobs through the thin walls, and agonize over the pain he was giving you

• But it was for the best

• Wasn’t it?

• One day was especially bad

• “Don’t get near me.” He kept insisting

• But you kept pushing it

• Eventually he stopped thinking

• Shutting down he shoved you into a wall, hard

• The room echoed with a crack, amplified to the sound of a gunshot

• His façade immediately disappeared when he saw your curling up around your limp arm, your face scratched, the blood sticking in your hair

• He scooped you up, running towards his car, asking over and over if you were okay

• You were crying into his chest, the pain running through your blood, your ears ringing and your vision half fizzed out

• He rushed you to the hospital, and stayed there the whole time

• When he was allowed to see you he rushed in

• Your arm is in a cast, the bruise climbing up around your joint

• Apparently your arm also popped out of its socket

• He apologized over and over

• And you just said

• “I’m happy you don’t hate me.”

• After a few weeks in hospital, you had an infection and it took a bit longer that expected

• He helps you get into your house, where you immediately go to your room

• After a while he knocks on your door and joins you

• You’re snuggling under a bunch of covers and it takes a few minutes top pop your head out

• You smile at him

• “I’m so happy you don’t hate me.”• “No MC, I could never hate you.”• He kissed you lightly on the forehead• “I love you….”

V• You two were usually really happy together• You leaned on each other and were complete together• But one thing hurt that• The surgery• Whenever if came up you two ended up bickering and pouting for about an hour• And one day Rika inevitably came in• “Just tell me you love her and I’ll be gone!”• “Don’t give me an ultimatum!”• “What, should I just stay here to watch you agonize over another woman!”• That was the last straw• He picked up the first thing he could feel and chucked it at you• It, was his tripod• There was an ear shattering crack• The tripod had broke, and part of it was lodged in your thigh• You grabbed the phone and called an ambulance• V sat there, telling you breathe, trying to comfort you, crying• The ambulance arrived and took you away leaving him• Seven eventually got him over to the hospital• Where you were crying• The bit of tripod cut through nerves, and put a hole in bone• You would never walk again• When he heard that V couldn’t look you in the eye• And if he did you wouldn’t let himFive years later• You had left a long time ago• He saw you sometimes, being wheeled around by Seven or some other member of the RFA• He had gotten the surgery after, to be able to look at the pictures of you scattered around his house• But you never looked at him• He knew it was hist fault, he hurt you so much, he deserved it• So why did it hurt so much?

Saeran

• He was doing much better• All the drugs had been flushed out of his body• There was one problem left• The PTSD• His attacks, although lessening, were horrible, he couldn’t recognize anyone, he’d scream, throw things, and • You tried to pul lhim out of that darkness, but it took a long time• One day it must’ve been especially bad• You reached out to touch him• And he swiftly took you arm and snapped it• The pain was disconnecting, what was going on, you felt like you were on fire• Who was screaming?• Was it me?• While you were grabbing for your phone to call an ambulance Saeyoung ra in• Pushing past Saeran he scooped you up and took you to the hospital• Saeran just stood there• It took about half and hour for him to process everything• And when he finally woke up it was Hell• He ran to the hospital• When he got there, the whole RFA was there• Saeyoung walked up to him• “She’s in surgery right now, they thought it’d be prudent to take care of it right away.”• Those words chucked Saeran out to sea• He couldn’t process anything, it was like the ground underneath him was made of glass, and he’d just shattered it• It took a few hours, but finally you were allowed visitors• And when he stepped in he knew he was lost again• Your arm was in a metal brace, stitches spiraled down you arm, neat and carefully done, holes pocketed your skin where pieces of bone and vaccines were• The RFA surrounded you, asking if you were in pain, did you need water, smothering you• Saeran stayed in the corner, looking at the people outside passing by, leaning against the wall• “You need to talk to her.”• Saeyoung had snuck up behind him and put his hand on his brother’s shoulder• “She won’t want to see me.” He said flatly• “How do you know what she’s thinking right now? Have you asked her? You matter to her, no matter what she thinks of you, she’ll still want to talk.”• Saeran looked at his brother. “And if she hates me?”• “Well then you know, besides, I don’t think she hates you, she’s too proccupied.” Saeran nodded and, as the RFA began trickling out, walked up to you• “I’m sorry, this is all my fault.” • You looked at him, curiosity written all over your face

“Why is it your fault that you have PTSD?”

Saeran looked up at you, disbelief written all over his face, but you were dead serious

“It’s not the fault of the people who have cancer that they have it, why should it be any different for people with mental issues. Sure I’m really mad, I’m frustrated, I hate this scar, but that doesn’t mean it’s your fault you have PTSD.”

You two talked a long time

And came to a decision

Saeran would go see a professional psychiatrist regularly, and take medication as long as possible

The attacks stopped

He recovered, and what it took was hurting the one he loved the most

Never again

Vanderwood

Kids, this is why you don’t run with sharp things

It was a week before April Fools Day, and Saeyoung was having the time of his life

Constant pranks on Vanderwood

It was driving them crazy, and one day it got to much

Achievement unlocked: You’ve officially broken Vanderwood!

The next time Seven tried it again Vanderwood has scissors

They were goofing off, running around, chasing each other

When you had the misfortune to walk in

The room was chaos

But that wasn’t the problem

The problem was that Vanderwood had run into you

As had their scissors

Right into your shoulder

You screamed, and at first they weren’t sure why

Then they saw the scissors lodged in you

Panic mode officially on

The drove you to the hospital, insisting that you mustn’t pull it out, it could cause nerve damage

It’s good they did, because the doctors later said that themselves

The procedure wasn’t horrible

Stitches, salve, then in bed

Unfortunately, it would leave a bunch of scars all over your back

You hated those scars, they were ugly, and they were there for such a stupid reason

Every time you saw them poking out behind your sleeves

Vanderwood felt horrible

You didn’t let it show that they were a bother in front of them

But they knew

Eventually they confronted you

“Do you hate me?”

“Why would I?”

“Because of your back.”

You flinched, and Vanderwood thought they were a goner

“I understand if you never want to see me again.”

“No.”

Those words echoed throughout them, and their face furrowed in confusion

“I may hate them, and sometimes I may not want to see you, but that doesn’t mean that I want to never see you ever again. That’d be ridiculous.”

You hugged them tightly

“It may have been your fault, but that doesn’t mean I should hate you forever.”

Vanderwood was never more grateful in their life

#mysme #mysme headcanon #mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanon #zen headcanon #yoosung headcanon #jaehee headcanon #jumin headcanon #saeyoung headcanon #seven headcanon #707 headcanon #saeran headcanon #v headcanon #vanderwood headcanon #I died writing this

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imagineyourstars · 7 years

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Hello~☆ i would like to request a matchup! I'm a girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes.I'm currently 147cm.I'm pretty shy around people and mostly towards boys because im an only child with no brothers.Im pretty chatty once you get to know me and i tend to take care of my friend's priority over mine,i usually get mad at people who disturbs my friends.I like to draw and write stories in my free time.I never really been social with boys since i'm super shy so i'm always flustered talkin to them

hi hi~ here you go ! i hope you like it ! -mod mademoiselle

Your match is MaoIsara !

Attending anall-boys school ? Talk about a nightmare. Not a single girl insight : you kind of felt lost at first. Since you tend to beflustered around boys, you didn’t really try to approach anyone andyou got embarrassed whenever they’d come up and try to engage adiscussion. Or flirting. Depends on who we’re talking about here.Fortunately, Trickstar quickly took you under their wing. Or moreaccurately, Mao and Hokuto did.

Hanging around withthem everyday was still pretty awkward, what with Subaru being big onphysical contact and Makoto being twice as embarassed as you, butfortunately, Hokuto and Mao were here. Truly, they were a beacon oflight in that dark, hopeless school. They showed you around,introduced you to people and made sure you felt great in your newschool. Mao didn’t stop here though : even though he was pretty busyas a member of the student council, he made sure to help you withhomework and bring you back home whenever he could. Expect tutoringsessions in the library that quickly derail, and the two of you getthrown out by an angry Keito because you were laughing too much andnot studying enough.

Mao’s so gentlearound you. He’s concerned about how you may feel and always takesyour interests to heart. As the two of you became good friends, hegot more and more protective of you. Sometimes he’s so concerned itborders on devotion, such as when he brought lunch for you five daysin a row. Or when he ran to buy medicine and chocolate when you madethe mistake of letting him understand you were on your period. Orwhen he showed up, disheveled and his shirt half-buttoned, to yourhouse one morning because you told him you’d probably be a bit lateto school. Hokuto often reproaches him this, saying you probably wantto be a little more free, but Mao can’t really help it. It’s a habitof his to worry too much about his friends, after all. At leastRitsu’s very happy about Mao’s sudden change of targets, since he cannow skip school as he pleases.

You couldn’t havehoped for a better friend. Every moment with him feels great. Youoften have lunch together on the roof when it’s sunny, chattinghappily about your hobbies. He’s always the one who brings you backhome now, and you sometimes stop to have some sweets at a cafe youlike. Sometimes he randomly brings you to the arcade and gives youthe cute plushie he won in the crane game machines. And he’lltake your hand on the way home, walking silently and trying to avoidyour eyes. It all feels so overwhelming to you : it’s the first timeyou’re so close to a guy, after all. What you don’t know is that hefeels exactly the same.

It took a greatdeal of time for him to finally confess his feelings for you (fridayat 5 pm, under the cherry tree, as read the note you found in yourshoe locker). Actually, he waited until the entire school (includingyou) already knew to tell you. So that wasn’t much of a surprise,naturally, but you were still happy to tell him you felt the same.And you were secretly glad the status quo was over : you’d growntired of Subaru and Makoto playing respectively the parts of you and Mao, confessing your burning feelings to each other in a very bold and risqué way. Well, it was funnythe first time, but not the two hundred times that followed. Expectto be teased by your common friends for finally being together,especially Subaru. “Hey hey, you might want to be careful aroundMao. First : he snores. Really loud. He also has stomachacheswhenever he’s stressed, and he sweats a lot. When he eats ramen, hesplashes broth everywhere, so don’t sit next to him. Also he…”

Mao’s a very easyto fluster boyfriend. Literally. Touch his hand ? His ears aregetting red. Whisper a bit too close to his ear ? His entire face ispractically a very ripe tomato. Kiss him ? That’s it, he’s a mess. Bekind on him the first few times, he’s going to get used to it. Healso gets you way too many gifts, even when he has no valid reasonto… He always ends up saying he bought it because it reminded himof you. That boy, seriously. But at least, you help him ease hisnerves. He’s always so relaxed around you. And since you saw himbeing really stressed, this is saying something. Overall this boy’salways doing his very best for you, so please support him ! Even justa word of encouragement from you would mean the world to him. You’rehis sweet girlfriend, after all.

Other possible matches : Hokuto, Hajime

#mod mademoiselle #matchup #enstars matchup #ensemble stars matchup #mao isara

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consulting-celiac-in-the-tardis · 4 years

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30+ Simple to Surprising Suggestions That Won't Cure Celiac Disease

New blog post! One of the very first things my doctor told me after my celiac disease was this: "Right now, there is no celiac disease cure...you can only manage your symptoms by sticking to a strict gluten free diet." And yet, over six years after that moment, I still regularly bump into people who say that they "used" to have celiac disease.

Yeah. The phrase "used to" boggles my mind just as much as it does yours! But thinking about these "past" celiacs (as well as this awesome post from Carb Counting Mama about mythical "cures" for Type 1 Diabetes) got me curious. I found myself asking: what are some of the most common "cures" that are suggested to people with celiac disease like me? And, even better, what are some of the weirdest? So I scoured gluten free Facebook support groups, Reddit and Quora threads, and polled my own Insta followers...and here's what I came up with! Keep in mind...as I wrote above, there is presently NO celiac disease cure (though there are some cures being tested in various research studies). All the celiac disease "cures" are listed below solely for entertainment purposes, as well as in hopes that they will serve as a reminder to take other people's advice - especially about your health! - with a grain of salt.

Let's begin with three of the MOST common incorrect celiac disease "cures":

1. You need to go gluten free to heal the intestinal damage initially caused by celiac disease...but once your antibodies test at a "normal" level, you're cured and can eat whatever you want! Cue the booing audience soundtrack, because this is definitely very false! Yes, you will test negative for celiac disease and not show any intestinal damage after going gluten free, but that's only because you're not eating gluten. As soon as you start, all that damage will come back...and "once again", you will have celiac!

2. Now, let's discuss "cure" number two: keeping or adding a little gluten back into your diet so that your body can slowly become more tolerant of it. This is a practice called oral immunotherapy, and it's becoming a more common treatment for people with food allergies. You can also read here about how injectable immunotherapy may be helpful for people with celiac disease in the (likely far) future. However, it is important to keep in mind that celiac disease is NOT the same thing as a food allergy, and exposing someone with celiac disease to low doses of gluten will not "improve their tolerance" of it. 3. And finally, the infamous, "Oh, I bet you'll grow out of it!" Beep. Wrong answer! When you're diagnosed with celiac disease, you have it for life. But maybe the friends or coworkers talking about how their aunt or cousin magically "healed" their celiac disease credits a different technique.

You know...something a little more alternative-medicine-like.

Here are just a couple of real-life suggestions people have gotten on how to cure their celiac disease:

"Heal your gut." Yes, working on creating a happy gut by eating probiotic-rich foods, avoiding foods that mess with your body, etc. may help you feel better in the long run...but it won't let you just magically go back to eating Papa John's pizza.

Use a detoxing diet protocol or product line...and I'm not gonna name any names, but if you've ever been in a Facebook group related to eating gluten free, you've probably seen at least a few posts talking about the latest miracle pill or juice line.

Do a parasite cleanse.

Clear up the yeast infection that caused celiac disease in the first place. Now, there are studies linking yeast infections or fungal infections and celiac disease, and some even suggest yeast overgrowth could be the trigger to celiac disease or the reason why some people with celiac disease don't feel 100% even after going gluten free. But the only site I found saying clearing up a yeast infection "fixed" someone with celiac was selling a yeast cleanse product...and repeatedly used "celiac" and "gluten intolerance" to mean the same thing. Sooo...do with that what you will.

Try Chinese acupuncture to "reset" your immune system. People in the comments did report their seasonal allergies had improved via acupuncture...but from what I've seen, no celiacs have yet been cured via needles.

And now, drum roll please....we get to the food. Currently, eating gluten free is the only science-backed treatment for celiac disease...but that doesn't keep other people from suggesting different or even more restrictive diets.

Dietary Choices That Can "Cure" Celiac Disease:

Eating gluten from Europe, since its different processing protocols or ingredients make it "safe" for people with celiac disease. Unfortunately, wheat is wheat...and all wheat, gluten and barley are dangerous for people with celiac.

That you actually just need to avoid pesticides covering food, not the food itself. I'm pretty sure pesticide-free wheat will still hurt me. And so far, one of the only studies linking pesticides with celiac disease (in a causal relationship) was later said to have made conclusions "not supported by the available scientific evidence."

Only eating organic fruits and veggies and free-range meats. Which is basically just one form of a gluten free diet, which doesn't "cure" celiac disease but does treat the symptoms.

Guzzling bone broth.

Drinking celery juice on the daily.

Eating allll the bananas. At least this celiac disease cure has history, considering that doctors first treated people with celiac disease by prescribing a banana-only diet.

Eating a plant-based diet. You can certainly eat a plant-based and gluten free diet, and you may even find eating plant-based makes you feel healthier overall...but it won't let you eat gluten again if you have celiac disease.

Avoiding GMOs.

Only eating whole wheat versus refined flours. Because whole wheat is definitely what someone who can't tolerate gluten or wheat needs to heal? Yeah, I'm lost on this one.

This is when my research really started getting fun (in a twisted sort of way, I suppose). Because the more I searched, the more weeeeird celiac disease "cures" I discovered.

We'll start off pretty tame with just three "healthy living" hacks that are often suggested to pretty much anyone with a chronic illness.

Doing yoga. I can confirm that doing hot yoga regularly will not sweat out your inability to eat gluten.

Juicing. Unfortunately, I don't believe fruits and veggies can change our genes...

Drinking hot water every morning. Apparently, this is what everyone in Cambodia suggested one celiac traveler should try...

And then there are the countless things you can buy to "fix" your digestion, your mood and, of course, your autoimmune disease. Just to name a few examples, here are some marketable celiac disease "cures" many celiacs recall being pitched:

Essential oils...because what CAN'T essential oils do these days?!?

Probiotics. Taking probiotics has definitely transformed my gut health for the better, but there is a major limit to their "healing" powers.

Chinese medicine. Again...these cure everything, right?

Digestive enzymes. Possibly helpful when at risk for cross-contamination while eating out or if you have gluten intolerance. Not helpful for de-activating your celiac gene.

Activated charcoal. Sammmme as above.

And finally, the grand finale: a bunch of celiac disease cure suggestions that I saw on my computer screen and couldn't help but think:

"This is too weird to make up."

Get pregnant and your body will "magically" fix its celiac disease. Who knew we all just needed a bun in the oven to suddenly eat wheat?

Prayer. I know this is a touchy subject, and I don't include this "cure" in this grouping as an intentional attack on anyone who believes in the power of prayer. I agree that miracles can happen...but that it's also irresponsible to suggest that people with celiac disease can or should just pray about being able to eat gluten and still put their body in harm's way...

Meditating regularly and reducing stress. Definitely beneficial in helping you cope with the stress of having an autoimmune disease. But that's about it.

Exorcism?!? Yeah...I'll just leave that one here. (And note that the person who shared this story considers the wannabe celiac "exorcist" an ex-friend. Not surprising, I'd say!).

Thinking positively.

Communion wafers that are made with gluten. As the commenter put it, "I know God loves me, but God's gluten wafer definitely doesn't."

Going to a psychologist or therapist. Celiac disease CAN have a psychological impact on the people who have it, but it's not rooted in our minds.

Waving vials of wheat near your body to "desensitize" it to gluten. A mom heard this tip from her daughter's doctor. Safe to say, they soon found a new practitioner to visit.

What I Hope You Take Away From This Post

At the end of the day, I would be ecstatic if there was a celiac disease cure...not necessarily even for me to use, but as a great option for my children, should they inherit my celiac disease.

Right now, though, there is no cure for celiac disease - just eating gluten free to treat celiac's symptoms.

I know that fact can be hard to accept, especially if you're newly diagnosed or struggling with celiac-related issues right now.

But also know this: over six years after my celiac diagnosis, I can honestly say that I'm living pretty dang happily while eating gluten free. And you can too.

So if friends or coworkers do suggest a less-than-scientific way to magically "fix" your celiac disease, I hope you can laugh off their suggestions and be grateful for everything you still can do, even while living with celiac disease.

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1:57pm, life is never working out as planned.

Wednesday, January 15th of 2020.

So, what, everinthemotherlovingfuck, is pissing me off today, of all fucking days?

Shit that's on my mind, as of now:

I bought posterboards in hope to actually make a concept board for my songs, artwork, etc... and I overworked myself last night, while also punishing myself for not having sober thoughts at 2am to successfully finish a film idea.... thus, giving me negatively associated feelings towards creating things.

But working during the daytime is eh, since.... Dingy, unprivate bedroom? Ew. Living room? Filled and occupied with screaming children and an uninterested mother, who sees me as a pest.... Not great. And in terms of the library, I'm hesitant, mainly due to drudging my ass down there just to either stare at my phone, overwork myself to unhealthy points, or other factors.

I keep not eating. Fucks sake.

I was oh so close to 100% being over Patrick. I was confident, feeling great, not giving a fuck about him. Figured seeing Uncut Gems or something would help me at least get out of the house, or something. Plus, asshole or not, I enjoy hearing his perspective on movies. (Then the morning horniness and depression wave hit me like a truck, and back to Square One, in terms of the "Patrick is no longer gonna eat my pussy" speedbump to get over..... Healing isn't linear, and well, note to self... He may be decent company, but he's not so much a decent person.)

I'm spending too much money on uber, since yknow, months of having a significant other who was more than happy to go with me wherever I wanted, and save me the costs of a clipper card or ankle pains, late night creeps following me up the hill, or coming home freezing from the library..... Yeah, i was spoiled rotten, pretty much. Aaaaaand since the idea of going back to walking gives me major "fuck that shit" feelings.... yeah, i wont deal with it. If i gotta grossly take the bus tomorrow, wake up early, and take a bus or two for maybe an hour straight with no battery pack, and strangers who shit on seats, just for the sake of company..... i guess thats whats gotta happen. Since im not the most financially frivolous right now, and need to be especially careful!

I was hellla inspired last night to create until my mom shifted the conversation from "im making artwork and jumpstarting projects!", to immediately brushing it off in a doubtful and condescending way, then bringing up work..... Wow, i was in such a nice mood for everything too.....

My hair is trash. Aaaaand considering the "i blacked out and stole a jar of pens from a snotty receptionist that ruined my appointments, TWICE in a row......" I gotta deal with less trustable people for higher prices. I'm confident I'll find the right person, though. Not a huge fan of the Vegeta look, at this point in time with my current hairstyle goin on....

I can't find my hair cream for the life of me, though. I spent so much money buying it? Where did it go????? I NEED TO DETANGLE OR MY HAIRS GONNA FALL OUT EVEN MORE THAN IT DOES BITCH-

I want money. I don't wanna work. That's all. Eugh. :)

Alright.

Glad thats off my chest.

Solutions:

Buy groceries, dipshit, and eat whatever is inside of your fridge. No DoorDash or Chipotle for awhile. Go back to chugging Trader Joes Tomato Soup. Rice and broccoli with chicken broth. Those 2 dollar steak burritos. Itll feel way better to get out the house, enjoy the glares of vaguely threatening suburban fuckfaces, and triumph through the passive aggressive pain of bumping carts and rude scoffs, TO ACHIEVE..... drumroll, please.... GOOD FOOD THAT WILL LESSEN THE AMOUNT OF TIME NEEDED OUTSIDE OF MY HOOOOOUSE!

Interview the homeless again. Good company, less chance of loneliness. Would be nice to have people to check in with consistently again.

Your hair cream is somewhere in your big ass room, queen, you'll find it soon.

You don't have to be progressing every single day.... You can relax for a day, its okay. Just light your candle, eat some food, rest up. Its gonna be okay.

Your ideas are valid, and your singing voice is precious. Your songs matter to people. Your films will say a message that will stun and shock others. You're just lessened to it, since you've replayed these thoughts in your head over and over, so the ideas may not seem like much to you, but someday, they'll be cult classics. Hell, the person who made the Heathers film screenplay probably thought, "This movie is super weird, dark, awkward, and convoluted"... but people loved it nonetheless. If niggas can love The Purge, any Adam Sandler movie ever, or the most shitty frat comedies, overrated paranormal flicks, or teenage cringe horror comedies.... then, yours is gonna also be a hit. Seriously. :)

Alright, feeling better so far.

And hungry.

Do I wanna stay home and waste 15 bucks on Chipotle delivery, or go out, and get as much from Trader Joes as possible?

Let's charge my phone and head out, then.

Peace out, yalls. Have a nice rest of your days, fam. :)

#im hungry as fuck #life #nice #yes

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