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#Potatoes and Bread are the essence of life

looigee · 23 days

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My life may be in ruin but potato sandwich will never let me down

#yes it is exactly what you think it is #potato and bread #the white mans life essence #food

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azullumi · 1 year

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the minecraft experience with them — various characters ☆彡

summary — in the world wherein the blocks are square, the sun is square, the moon is square, everything is square, how will they live and survive?

characters — kaveh, zhongli, childe, tighnari, cyno, wanderer, alhaitham, ayato (w/ gender neutral reader)

tags — fluff, modern, just some headcanons i thought of while playing minecraft; headcanons

word count — 1137

a/n — god my heart is melting seeing my friends act like couples in minecraft.

KAVEH — It’s obvious, guys, come on. He focuses on arts and the beauty of architecture and would most definitely take on the role of the builder and the designer of the world. He’s the type to build the most beautiful and extravagant house, create an underground base, and have a fully functional and pretty home that it feels literally out of the world. He consumes a lot of resources though and would spend more time gathering the things that he needs more than the time he spent on building. He’s the primary reason why the forests are bald in your world because of the amount of wooden logs he needed. There was also the time wherein a creeper came to his home and blew it up, ultimately destroying it, and he was in despair. Alternatively, if you threaten to destroy his base, hell will break loose.

ZHONGLI — The most efficient and lucky miner of all, as well as the gatherer of materials and resources. He’s the type of player to immediately venture out and look for a cave with a wooden pickaxe on hand. Nobody complains though because he’s extremely lucky at finding ores and getting the things you need early-game. Progress is easily made with him on your side because of how fast he can mine things and because of that, it feels like he’s an expert on the game even when he doesn’t play that much nor has any prior experience. Oftentimes, he’ll immediately find diamonds but doesn’t have the appropriate pickaxe to mine it but it’s not a problem however as he’ll find another one so easily. ‘I came looking for coal but found diamonds instead’ type of beat.

CHILDE — An all-rounder. He can be the miner, he can be the explorer, he can be the gatherer, he can be the farmer, and most especially, he can be the fighter. We don’t talk about his building skills though, this man would build a 5x5 house made out of wood and call it a base then reasons that this is much more effective and saves your resources. Well, whatever makes him happy, I guess. He often accompanies you wherever you go especially when you go mining as he’ll protect you from the mobs. He’s the kind of person to believe that placing a bed on nether and sleeping on it will give you a huge buff. He’s the adventurous type of player, the reckless and careless kind, and is the reason why keep inventory is switched to true.

TIGHNARI — FOOD. FOOD. RESOURCES. FARM. ANIMALS. FOOD. Food is the essence of life and is really crucial in the game. He’s in charge of anything related to farming and alike. You’ll find dozens of chests fully stacked with food and animal products, especially bread and baked potatoes. He’s the main supplier and giver of food, as well as, potions in your world. He’s the type who loves collecting flowers and has his home decorated with plants and vines because it looks pleasant and not like anyone complains because it looks good. He’s also the builder type and just one look at a reference picture for his builds, he knows how it is done even without watching a tutorial. Definitely doesn’t like spiders because of the way it looks and how it can climb up structures and invade your home.

CYNO — The fighter and bodyguard to the farm. He’ll take on the role of the protector as he protects the base and farm from creepers that threaten to approach, blow up, and destroy any form of hardwork and kill annoying skeletons that shoot at you from afar and hide underneath the shade of the tree to avoid being burnt and dying. He often uses the weapon, Trident, and would go even at the ends of the world just to attain it (since it’s a rare drop). He does whatever he is asked to and would often go explore to gather materials or get what is needed. He occasionally finds lush caves and would tell you about it, asking you to come to these specific coordinates if you can. You won’t need Iron Golems and anything to protect your home when you have Cyno.

WANDERER — Just like his name suggests, man is the player incarnation of Dora the Explorer and would rather focus on looking for those rare and hard-to-find biomes than settling in on one place. He takes days just for adventuring and sometimes it can last up to weeks or months in-game. He goes out to venture and seeks for strongholds, mansions, and villages, then once he’s satisfied, he’ll come back with good loot and hard-to-get items on hand. He pulls an uno-reverse card on enemies and would raid them, blowing up mansions and taking everything that he can. He knows how to come back to your base or wherever he came from though no matter how far it is. You really don’t have to worry about him getting lost since he understands how coordinates work and if you don’t, he’ll make fun of you for it but will teach you afterwards.

ALHAITHAM — An explorer and expert in gathering. He has tons of materials stored in his chests that he doesn’t use and only chooses to fight when he needs to but he somehow has his character on a fully enchanted diamond armor with enchanted tools, either iron or diamond. You need a stack of clay? He has it, it’s on the chest on the third column at the top. How about some cactus or snowballs? He has quite a lot of those. He also has a collection of leaf blocks and vines that you might like as decorations of your home. Of course, since he has those unnecessary things, he also has a ton of importance that are often really hard to get and find, especially the slimes. Because of this, farming and gathering wasn’t something you’ll have to think of when you play with him.

KAMISATO AYATO — Exploration? Mining? Fighting? Gathering? Farming? Building? Whatever you mention, he knows how to do it and is even good at it. He immediately becomes an expert on the game from the very first few times of playing, saying that it’s just like life itself with some weird mobs and a square world. However, he only gathers and collects precious and rare materials and items that, majority of the time, he ends up not using. He would never touch copper because he thinks that it has no use— it’s true though. He doesn’t do a lot of work and wouldn’t invest that much time in doing such trivial things and tasks so his base is mediocre, not big nor small, only made for functional and competent use, and his chests are filled with only items that are needed for late-game.

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magickkate · 28 days

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Hey, fellow witches and magical souls! Today, let's delve into the nurturing embrace of the element of Earth and uncover its profound significance in the practice of witchcraft. 🌿✨

🌱 Elemental Correspondences: Earth is associated with the North direction, the season of winter, and the midnight hour. Its energy is stable, grounding, and deeply rooted in the physical realm. In the magical circle, Earth represents the manifestation of our intentions, abundance, and fertility.

🌿 Magical Properties: The element of Earth is rich with magical properties that enhance our spells and rituals. Here are some correspondences to incorporate into your practice:

Direction: North

Rules: Stability, foundation, manifestation

Time: Midnight

Season: Winter

Planets: Earth, Saturn

Zodiac: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn

Crystals: Crystals such as green aventurine, moss agate, and hematite resonate with the energy of Earth, grounding and stabilizing our energy while promoting growth and abundance.

Herbs: Herbs like patchouli, sage, and cedar embody the essence of Earth, offering protection, purification, and grounding properties in our magical workings. [remember: white sage is endangered! and be mindful of other practices :D]

Symbols: Symbols associated with Earth include the pentacle and the Tree of Life, representing fertility, growth, and the interconnectedness of all living beings.

Colors: Earthy tones such as green, brown, and earthy reds symbolize the element of Earth and can be used in candles, altar decorations, and ritual attire to amplify its energy.

Ritual Tools: Tools such as the pentacle, salt, and stones are commonly used in Earth magic to ground and center our energy, create sacred space, and connect with the natural world.

🌎 Incorporating Earth Energy: To harness the power of Earth in your practice, spend time connecting with nature, whether it's through gardening, hiking, or simply taking a walk in the woods. Practice grounding exercises, such as visualizing roots extending from your body into the earth, to anchor yourself in the present moment and draw upon the stabilizing energy of the Earth element.

Some of the rituals and practices associated with the element are:

Grounding and Centering: Many earth magic rituals begin with grounding and centering techniques to connect with the Earth's energy and find stability.

Sacred Space Creation: Creating a sacred space, often through rituals like casting a circle, is common in earth magic to establish a connection with the natural world and create a protective boundary.

Offerings and Prayer: Offerings of herbs, grains, or other natural materials are made to the Earth or nature spirits as a way of giving thanks and seeking blessings.

Divination: Some practitioners of earth magic use divination methods such as scrying with natural materials like stones, water, or soil to gain insights and guidance

🌿 Manifesting Abundance: Earth magic is particularly potent for manifesting abundance and prosperity in our lives. Work with Earth correspondences in spells and rituals focused on financial abundance, career success, and material wealth, aligning your intentions with the fertile energy of the Earth to support your manifestations.

Related recipes with Earth are:

Root Vegetable Stew: A hearty stew made with root vegetables such as potatoes, carrots, parsnips, and turnips. Add onions, garlic, and herbs like thyme and rosemary for flavor. This dish symbolizes grounding and stability, as it features ingredients that grow beneath the earth's surface.

Whole Grain Pilaf: A pilaf made with a variety of whole grains such as brown rice, quinoa, barley, or farro. Cook the grains with broth, vegetables, and herbs like sage or parsley for added flavor. Whole grains are associated with fertility and abundance, making this dish a fitting representation of the Earth element.

Herb-infused Bread: Bake a loaf of homemade bread using whole grain flour and infuse it with earthy herbs like rosemary, oregano, or thyme. The process of kneading and shaping the dough can be a meditative practice, connecting you with the Earth's energy as you work with the ingredients.

Roasted Vegetable Medley: Toss a variety of seasonal vegetables such as squash, Brussels sprouts, cauliflower, and bell peppers with olive oil, salt, pepper, and herbs. Roast them in the oven until tender and caramelized. This dish celebrates the abundance of the harvest season and the earthy flavors of freshly harvested produce.

Herbal Tea Blend: Create a custom herbal tea blend using dried herbs such as chamomile, nettle, ginger, and licorice root. These herbs are associated with grounding, healing, and nourishment. Steep them in hot water to create a comforting and aromatic beverage that can be enjoyed throughout the day.

Harvest Salad: Combine mixed greens with roasted beets, carrots, walnuts, and goat cheese. Drizzle with a vinaigrette made from olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and Dijon mustard. This salad showcases the vibrant colors and flavors of the harvest season, while also incorporating ingredients that are deeply connected to the Earth.

Ethics and Guidelines:

Respect for Nature: Earth magic emphasizes respect for the Earth and all its inhabitants. Practitioners are encouraged to work in harmony with nature and avoid practices that harm the environment.

Responsibility: Practitioners of earth magic often adhere to the Wiccan Rede or similar ethical principles, which emphasize the importance of acting responsibly and avoiding harm to others.

Personal Empowerment: Earth magic is often seen as a path of personal empowerment, encouraging practitioners to connect with their inner wisdom and intuition while respecting the interconnectedness of all things.

🌿 Embrace the grounding energy of the Earth element, dear witches, and let its nurturing embrace guide you on your magical journey. May you find strength, stability, and abundance in the fertile soil of the Earth's embrace. 🌿🌎✨

Learn more:

Earth Magic by Dodie Graham McKay This book explores various aspects of earth-based spirituality and magic, providing practical guidance for individuals interested in deepening their connection with the Earth. The book covers topics such as:

-> Foundations of Earth Magic: McKay lays the groundwork by discussing the significance of the Earth as a source of spiritual power and wisdom. She emphasizes the importance of cultivating a relationship with nature and honoring its cycles. -> Elements and Correspondences: The book explores the elemental energies of Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, highlighting their correspondences and symbolic meanings in magical practice. McKay offers insights into how these elements can be invoked and utilized in rituals and spells. -> Rituals and Practices: Earth Magic provides a variety of rituals, meditations, and exercises designed to deepen one's connection with the Earth and tap into its energies. These practices range from simple grounding techniques to elaborate ceremonies for honoring the seasons and natural cycles. -> Herbalism and Plant Magic: McKay discusses the magical properties of herbs and plants, offering guidance on how to work with them in spellcraft, healing, and spiritual growth. She shares recipes for herbal remedies, incense, and potions, along with tips for cultivating a magical garden. -> Divination and Earth Wisdom: The book explores divinatory practices such as scrying, rune casting, and earth-based tarot readings, showing how these methods can be used to gain insights and guidance from the natural world. -> Ethics and Responsibility: Throughout the book, McKay emphasizes the importance of ethical conduct and responsible stewardship of the Earth. She encourages readers to approach magic with respect, integrity, and a commitment to environmental sustainability.

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eatmangoesnekkid · 5 months

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Check in on any packaged foods you eat, meals prepared for you by other people, food that you can't seem to get enough of, those addictive brands and restaurant foods, especially anything marketed as "healthy." "Organic" canned foods. "Healthy" potato chips. Bio frozen foods. The focaccia bread. The vegan take-out. Everything carries a frequency. Oftentimes the stuff we eat and think is healthy actually isn't and can influence us our addiction to it. Too much sugar, salt, seed oils, or artificial flavors mask the hurt and pain baked into the food and wreck our creative power and potential. The energy and value of modern prepared food is often more life-draining than life-giving and it's not only a quality of the obvious stuff. It's the less-than-obvious that we have to check in on and get clear about. Not tuning into the food we eat could be the reason we are constantly emotionally up and down, easily triggered, and lacking vigor, inspiration, or real energy. Our bodies are possessed. If you are not cooking from scratch, infusing your love, sweetness, sensuality and other forms of erotic energy into the food which raises the frequency of what is being ingested, then your energy could be heavily influenced by the person, people, factory, or company you've been eating from. One of the lost arts of sensual erotic energy is its alchemical nature, a feel-good essence that transforms lead into platinum gold. When you cook, you are creating more desired energy. Truly tasting flavors can be a completely sensuous experience. You can be deeply penetrated by simply tasting your soup while adding more spices. That's because sensuality is literally everywhere. It is the river we can sink into and see what else flows from it. Being in your body, smiling into your food and singing joyfully while chopping ingredients actually add more nutritional value into your meal, supporting your body or the bodies of your loved ones. But if you must eat packaged or canned foods or order take-out, be sure to take your time as you sincerely pray over every meal. --India Ame'ye, Author

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ecowitchescoven · 1 year

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First Sabbat : Yule

Hi! :) So Yule is in a week an a half! I'm so excited!

I've wrote this little guide to celebrate Yule as a reminder or to help witches who never celebrated Yule before and want to!

This is my personal interpretation of the sabbat. If you celebrated differently in the past Yules I would love to hear about it!

I will be posting a small ritual to do on Yule (december 21) if you want to participate. If you don't have the time on the exact day I always give myself the liberty to celebrate 2-3 days before or after the date of the sabbat!

Much much love,

Juniper !

Symbolism :

Yule for me is closely associated with the feeling of hope, optimism, dreaming and rest. Although it’s the darkest day of the year, from this point the days start getting longer! It might not be noticeble yet but it’s happening. To me this is the essence of hope and optimism, even if you might not see the change instantly, it’s about knowing that it will get better. It always does. An other aspect of Yule is about embracing rest and, therefore, dreams. At this point in the year, if you live in the north like me, it’s cold outside and there’s snow. To me it’s always an invitation to stay inside and sleep. Enjoying the sun going down early and getting up late to sleep in or go to bed early! We are constantly getting the message that we should always do something be productive or work toward something. As much as I agree that it’s not a good idea to stay in an understimulated job and strive toward nothing, I think rest and not overworking our mind is required. I think it’s actually really productive! So it’s time to rest and dream about the warmer days and what we want to accomplish in the next year! I always let this energy last until the next sabbat which is Imbolc (february 2nd). And yes, that means I’m against the hardcore, intense juice cleanse, gym and weight loss ‘’resolution’’ of January. In my mind it’s a big scam use to sell gym membership and make us feel bad!

Colors : Dark green, red, deep blue, white, silver and gold

Foods : Oranges, apples, caneberries, potatoes, carrots, beets, turnips, hazelnuts, almonds, walnuts, cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, clove, Mulled wine, hot spiced cider, meat pie, ginger bread cookies, molasse cookies, Yule log (cake)

Spellworks intentions : dream working (spell bags, astroprojection, dream divination, etc.), spells to bring hope up, spells about renewal, spells for self-care and self-love.

Journal prompts :

What are my hopes for this next year?

What do I dream to achieve this year ? (we are not detailing the exact step to get to your goal yet, we are simply dreaming about what you want for yourself!)

How can I invite the energy of sleep and deep rest in my life ?

Activities : At home spa, watching holiday movies in pyjama, cooking, taking a walk outside while drinking a hot beverage, keeping a dream journal, decorating your home to bring in hope and optimism.

#green witch #kitchen witch #witchcraft #coven #sabbats #yuletide #yule #midwinter #spellworks #journal prompts

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howieabel · 2 years

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“I Explain Some Things” from Residence on Earth - Pablo Neruda

You will ask: And where are the lilacs? And the metaphysics laced with poppies? And the rain that often beat his words filling them with holes and birds? I'll tell you everything that's happening with me. I lived in a neighborhood of Madrid, with church bells, with clocks, with trees. From there you could see the dry face of Castilla like an ocean of leather. My house was called the house of flowers, because everywhere geraniums were exploding: it was a beautiful house with dogs and little kids. Raúl, do you remember? Do you remember, Rafael? Federico, you remember, from under the earth, do you remember my house with balconies on which the light of June drowned flowers in your mouth? Hermano, hermano! Everything was great voices, salty goods, piles of throbbing bread, markets of my Argüelles neighborhood with its statue like a pale inkwell among the carp: oil flowed into the spoons, a loud pulse of feet and hands filled the streets, meters, liters, sharp essence of life, piled fish, texture of rooftops under a cold sun that wears out the weathervane, fine delirious ivory of the potatoes, tomatoes repeating all the way to the sea. And one morning everything was burning and one morning the fires were shooting out of the earth devouring beings, and ever since then fire, gunpowder ever since, and ever since then blood. Bandits with airplanes and with Moors, bandits with finger-rings and duchesses, bandits with black friars making blessings, kept coming from the sky to kill children, and through the streets the blood of the children ran simply, like children's blood. Jackals the jackal would reject, stones the dry thistle would bite then spit out, vipers the vipers would despise! Facing you I have seen the blood of Spain rise up to drown you in one single wave of pride and knives! Traitor generals: behold my dead house, behold Spain destroyed: yet instead of flowers from every dead house burning metal flows, yet from every hollow of Spain Spain flows, yet from every dead child rises a rifle with eyes, yet from every crime bullets are born that one day will find the target of your heart. You will ask why his poetry doesn't speak to us of dreams, of the leaves, of the great volcanoes of his native land? Come and see the blood in the streets, come and see the blood in the streets, come and see the blood in the streets!

“Explico algunas cosas” de Residencia en la tierra

Preguntaréis: Y dónde están las lilas? Y la metafísica cubierta de amapolas? Y la lluvia que a menudo golpeaba sus palabras llenándolas de agujeros y pájaros? Os voy a contar todo lo que me pasa. Yo vivía en un barrio de Madrid, con campanas, con relojes, con árboles. Desde allí se veía el rostro seco de Castilla como un océano de cuero. Mi casa era llamada la casa de las flores, porque por todas partes estallaban geranios: era una bella casa con perros y chiquillos. Raúl, te acuerdas? Te acuerdas, Rafael? Federico, te acuerdas debajo de la tierra, te acuerdas? de mi casa con balcones en donde la luz de junio ahogaba flores en tu boca? Hermano, hermano! Todo eran grandes voces; sal de mercaderías, aglomeraciones de pan palpitante, mercados de mi barrio de Argüelles con su estatua como un tintero pálido entre las merluzas: el aceite llegaba a las cucharas, un profundo latido de pies y manos llenaba las calles, metros, litros, esencia aguda de la vida, pescados hacinados, contextura de techos con sol frío en el cual la flecha se fatiga, delirante marfil fino de las patatas, tomates repetidos hasta el mar. Y una mañana todo estaba ardiendo y una mañana las hogueras salían de la tierra devorando seres, y desde entonces fuego, pólvora desde entonces, y desde entonces sangre. Bandidos con aviones y con moros, bandidos con sortijas y duquesas, banditos con frailes negros bendiciendo venían por el cielo a matar niños, y por las calles la sangre de los niños corría simplemente, como sangre de niños. Chacales que el chacal rechazaría, piedras que el cardo seco mordería escupiendo, víboras que las víboras odiaran! Frente a vosotros he visto la sangre de España levantarse para ahogaros en una sola ola de orgullo y de cuchillos! Generales traidores: mirad mi casa muerta, mirad España rota: pero de cada casa muerta sale metal ardiendo en vez de flores, pero de cada hueco de España sale España, pero de cada niño muerto sale un fusil con ojos, pero de cada crimen nacen balas que os hallarán un día el sitio del corazón. Preguntaréis por qué su poesía no nos habla del sueño, de las hojas, de los grandes volcanes de su país natal? Venid a ver la sangre por las calles, venid a ver la sangre por las calles, venid a ver la sangre por las calles!

#Pablo Neruda

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rabbitcruiser · 1 year

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National Food Day

Getting families to pay more attention to what they are eating and then make improvements toward eating more real and whole foods is the entire essence of National Food Day!

History of National Food Day

When packaged foods and convenience foods began to grow in popularity during and after World War II, the number of people cooking meals at home from scratch seemed to hit a decline. And with women working outside the home more than ever, this seemed like a great compromise for family life.

But with the convenience came the addition of non-natural preservatives, artificial trans-fats and a lack of clear labeling. Because of this, many scientists and nutritionists were concerned that families were finding themselves uninformed and unaware about the things that they were ingesting into their bodies.

In 1971, the Center for Science in the Public Interest was founded by several scientists who were concerned for the health of families. As a consumer advocacy group that is science-based and independent of any government agency, the clear and ambitious agenda of CSPI has been to improve the food system in the United States to support healthier eating for American families.

One large goal of the CSPI was to make sustainable, healthy food available to anyone, and they have gone about advocating for this and raising awareness in a variety of ways. This includes legislation for more informed labeling, removal of certain dangerous trans-fats, advocacy for better school lunches and much more.

By 1975, the CSPI founded National Food Day in an effort to get more people involved in learning to shop, eat and cook in a healthier and more natural manner. In an attempt to offer something similar to Earth Day, National Food Day has been celebrated annually for several decades.

National Food Day is all about making an effort to eat more whole, real foods, such as fresh vegetables and fruits, whole grains and natural proteins. While it might take a bit of thinking ahead and creating some new habits, the potential for massive results is certainly worth a little bit of effort!

National Food Day Timeline

1500 BC Yeast bread is first recorded

The earliest recorded bread made with yeast is in Ancient Egypt, though it is likely that fermentation was used in bread much earlier than this.

1921 First fast food restaurant opens

White Castle, America’s first fast food chain, opens in Wichita, Kansas and serves burgers made on an assembly line.

1971 Center for Science and Public Interest is founded

CSPI, the founding organization for National Food Day, is established by several scientists.

1975 First National Food Day is celebrated

Founded to raise awareness about the increasing industrialization of food in America, as well as hunger, increasing food prices, as well as the diet and health crisis in the United States.

2015 Food Day Apple Crunch takes place

On National Food Day this year, students are encouraged to participate by posting a picture of themselves biting into an apple, with the hashtag #FoodDay2015.

How to Celebrate National Food Day

Celebrating and joining in on the fun of National Food Day can not only be a delight to enjoy, but also is a great step in creating healthier habits that can last a lifetime!

Consider implementing some of these tasty ideas in honor of the day:

Eat Some Real Food!

Sure, it’s something that most humans do on most days, but National Food Day is a particularly important day for eating – and for enjoying the food that is eaten! On this day, make a bit of an effort to get all of the meals for today from the produce section or fresh meat section, rather than eating from pre-made, preservative filled convenience food.

Got a craving for some crunchy food? Put down that bag of potato chips and, instead, pick up a crisp apple or a crunchy carrot stick. Feeling like a sweet snack? Instead of that pre-packaged granola bar, consider whipping up some homemade granola that includes oats, raisins, cinnamon, vanilla extract and honey.

When it comes to eating real food for National Food Day (and beyond), the changes can be small but the effects are important and lasting!

Learn to Shop Differently for National Food Day

Many times, simply out of habit, people tend to do the same things over and over again. For those who are accustomed to purchasing processed foods, it can feel a bit difficult to overcome that habit. But, National Food Day is a great time to try to re-think the old habits of grocery shopping.

All it takes is a bit of time to stop and reconsider the way grocery lists are made and food is purchased. One of the best ways to level up that food shopping experience is to make a plan in advance, filled with healthier, natural and fresh foods.

In most cases, an important factor for learning to grocery shop differently is to spend the most amount of time around the perimeter of the grocery store. This is because the perimeter is typically where the healthier and most natural foods are located. Fresh fruits and vegetables, dairy items, the meat counter, and freshly baked items are all often located on the outside loop. Start by filling up the cart with produce and move on around the outside from there.

On the other hand, at the center are items that may be filled with preservatives, like frozen foods, pre-packaged snacks, convenience foods and more. Although some of these are not bad, simply being aware of this can help change the way grocery shopping impacts a family’s health.

Join in on a National Food Day Event

Different events in honor of National Food Day are planned in local communities around the country. Whether this means attending a lecture on how to stock a more natural kitchen at home, or joining in on a community event that is advocating for healthier school lunches, this day is a great one for getting connected with others who are making similar efforts!

Try Some New Healthy Recipes

Just because it is healthy doesn’t mean it can’t be quick and convenient! It’s all about learning to think a little differently about the way food is shopped for and prepared.

For instance, when the kids come home from school and want a snack, it’s easy to grab a bag of potato chips or a package of cookies. But what if they had some pre-cut carrots to dip into peanut butter instead? It’s just as delicious and tons more nutritious.

Or, instead of cooking up that box of prepared mac and cheese or a package of ramen noodles, try some Asian stir fry made from frozen, pre-sliced veggies. It’s just as easy and much tastier and healthier.

Longing for proteins that are more convenient? Try grabbing a rotisserie chicken from the deli section of the grocery store. It’s quick and easy, but also healthier than grabbing hamburgers at a fast food joint. Simply add some sliced cucumbers or home baked sweet potato fries as a side.

Even with a small effort, and simply paying attention, National Food Day has the potential to improve the diets and the health of Americans as well as people all over the world!

National Food Day FAQs

How is food important to culture?

Food provides cultures and individuals with identity, comfort, status, pleasure and belonging and, for some, it is more important than geography or even language.

How long can you go without food?

A person could possibly survive up to two months without eating food, although this would cause some serious health problems.

Does food give you energy?

Yes, all food gives energy to the body, but the type of energy can range from a quick jolt with refined sugars to more sustained energy with whole grains or veggies.

How long does it take to digest food?

It typically takes 6-8 hours to digest food from eating to its arrival in the small intestine. From here, it is another 36 hours or so until the food moves through the entire colon.

Can food poisoning cause a fever?

Yes, food poisoning can be accompanied by a fever, nausea, stomach cramps, vomiting and diarrhea.

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havelidesighee · 2 days

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Ghee in Indian food: Exploring Its Role in Traditional Dishes

Ghee is a golden potion that is used to improve the flavor and richness of many Indian dishes, adding energy to the bright variety of Indian cooking. Let's explore the significance of ghee and acknowledge its enduring presence in our culinary heritage as we set out to explore its role in traditional Indian cooking.

Understanding Ghee:

Clarified butter, or ghee, is a highly esteemed ingredient in Indian kitchens and homes. It is a representation of tradition, wholesomeness, and purity rather than just a culinary ingredient. Ghee, which is created by simmering butter until the milk solids separate and are removed, has a high smoke point and a rich, nutty flavor that make it perfect for a variety of cooking techniques.

Ghee's qualities include a long shelf life, resistance to rancidity, and compatibility with high-heat cooking techniques. Because of its high smoke point, it's perfect for deep-frying, cooking, and frying without burning or releasing toxic compounds.

To comprehend ghee, one must acknowledge its cultural significance in a variety of customs and cuisines, as well as its function as an adaptable cooking fat with a distinctive flavor profile.

The Heart of Indian Cooking:

Ghee is more than just a cooking fat in Indian cooking; it is the essence of many recipes. Ghee adds its distinct taste and smell to everything, from rich desserts to flavorful curries, taking every dish to new heights. Its flavorful, buttery taste adds a delightful richness to sweets and desserts and increases the flavors of savory foods.

The Role of Ghee in Traditional Dishes:

Dal Tadka: Dal Tadka is a common dish in Indian homes, but it isn't complete without a creating dollop of ghee. Ghee gives the dish a silky texture and increases the flavor, making it impossible to resist.

Biryani: Ghee is mostly responsible for the indulgence of biryani, the culinary masterpiece of India. The aroma of the rice that has been infused with ghee and the richness it adds make biryani a culinary masterpiece.

Gajar Ka Halwa: Ghee gives gajar ka halwa, a soul-warming winter treat, its nice texture. Carrots caramelize in ghee due to the slow cooking process, making for a rich, fragrant, and incredibly decadent dessert.

Parathas: Whether stuffed with potatoes, paneer, or vegetables, parathas cooked in ghee are a comfort food like no other. The golden crust, crisp yet tender, speaks volumes of the magic of ghee.

Khichdi: Khichdi, a hearty one-pot dish consisting of rice and lentils, acquires its essence from the use of ghee. Ghee's richness makes this a nutritious and healthful dish, as it not only increases flavor but also facilitates digestion.

Roti and Naan: Indian breads like roti and naan are often brushed with ghee before serving, imparting a glossy sheen and a buttery flavor. This simple addition enhances these modest staples to a whole new level of indulgence.

Pakoras and Fritters: The crispiness of pakoras and fritters owes much to the frying medium, and ghee provides just the right balance of richness and lightness. It lends a delicate flavor without overpowering the taste of the vegetables or batter.

Mithai (Sweets): From laddoos to barfis, Indian sweets are incomplete without the addition of ghee. Its richness enhances the texture and mouthfeel of sweets, while its nutty aroma adds depth to the flavor profile.

Sambar: A staple in South Indian cuisine, sambar gets its distinct flavor from the tempering of spices in ghee. The addition of ghee at the end of cooking enhances the aroma and ties together the flavors of this hearty lentil stew.

Kheer: A creamy rice pudding delicacy, kheer derives its velvety texture and rich flavor from the use of ghee. The slow cooking process allows the rice to absorb the ghee, resulting in a dessert that is decadent yet light on the palate.

These examples underscore the versatile and essential role of ghee in traditional Indian dishes, where its presence not only enhances flavor and aroma but also contributes to the overall sensory experience and nutritional value of the cuisine.

Haveli Desi Ghee: Pure Goodness, Naturally Yours

When it comes to traditional Indian cooking, ghee selection is crucial. This is where Haveli Desi Ghee, a company committed to maintaining the genuineness and purity of this golden potion, comes into play.

Crafted with care and dedication, Haveli Desi Ghee is a celebration of 100% natural ingredients sourced from grass-fed cows in mineral-rich areas across India. Our commitment to quality means that our ghee is free from preservatives. With Haveli Desi Ghee, you not only experience the true essence of traditional Indian cooking but also embrace a product that is ethically and sustainably sourced. Every spoonful of our ghee is a testament to our respect for nature and our dedication to providing you with the best.

Conclusion:

As we conclude our exploration of ghee in Indian cuisine, let us remember that its significance goes beyond flavor and aroma – it embodies tradition, heritage, and a deep-rooted connection to our culinary roots. With Haveli Desi Ghee, you not only enrich your dishes with pure goodness but also honor the timeless legacy of Indian cooking.

So, the next time you embark on a culinary adventure in your kitchen, remember to reach for the golden jar of Haveli Desi Ghee – where tradition meets purity, and every dish is a celebration of flavor and heritage.

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Mediterranean Diet 101

https://youtu.be/SMsy_XuofMo video Discovering the True Mediterranean Diet: A Journey to Crete Embarking on a journey to demystify the true essence of the Mediterranean diet 101. Bill Bradley, a registered dietitian, takes us through his transformative experience on the Greek island of Crete. Known globally for its heart-healthy benefits. And as a beacon of longevity, the Mediterranean diet's authentic version might not be what many of us imagine. Bradley’s firsthand insights shed light on the genuine dietary practice. That make the Mediterranean lifestyle the gold standard for healthful eating. The Authentic Mediterranean Diet: High in Fats and Vegetables Upon arriving in Crete, Bradley's initial encounter with the local cuisine—a sugary. Cheesy pastry—prompted him to delve deeper into the traditional diet of the region. His explorations revealed a diet significantly higher in fats than commonly perceived in the West. Contrary to the modest olive oil servings mentioned in many cookbooks. Traditional Cretan meals are rich in this heart-healthy fat, sometimes incorporating up to a cup of extra virgin olive oil in a single dish. This high-fat consumption does not translate to higher obesity rates; instead. Cretans maintain healthy weights and exhibit lower instances of heart disease. Vegetable intake on the island far exceeds the average. With residents consuming 9 to 15 servings of fruits and vegetables daily, all drenched in flavorful olive oil. This generous use of vegetables and olive oil not only enhances the. Taste but also significantly contributes to the diet’s health benefits. Debunking Mediterranean Diet Myths Bradley addresses several common misconceptions about the Mediterranean diet 101: - Carbohydrate Consumption: Contrary to the belief that the Mediterranean diet shuns carbs. It is indeed a high-carb diet, embracing bread, pasta, rice, and potatoes. These staples are balanced with high fat, primarily from olive oil, debunking the myth of it being a low-carb lifestyle. - Affordability: Initially, the Mediterranean diet was the sustenance of peasants, crafted out of necessity by those with limited resources. Despite its perceived costliness in modern times, especially in the U.S., Bradley suggests that the diet can be affordable. By prioritizing vegetables, beans, and whole grains, and consuming less meat, one can enjoy the Mediterranean lifestyle on a budget. - Global Benefits: The health advantages of the Mediterranean diet are not confined to the Mediterranean region. Studies have consistently shown that no matter where you live, adopting this dietary pattern can lead to significant health improvements. Including reduced risks of heart disease, diabetes, cancer, and neurodegenerative diseases. The Role of Alcohol in the Mediterranean Diet The consumption of alcohol, particularly wine, within the Mediterranean diet is often celebrated but remains a topic of controversy. While alcohol is a staple in the diets of many Mediterranean cultures, its health impacts are mixed. Moderate consumption may increase good cholesterol levels, but risks, including negative effects on the brain and an increased risk of breast cancer in women, necessitate a cautious approach. Experiencing the Authentic Bradley’s narrative concludes with a family meal, featuring horta (greens) with potatoes, a Greek salad, and bread—highlighting a day without meat, fish, or beans, yet rich in flavors and nutrients. This simplicity and flexibility in meals underscore the Mediterranean diet's essence: a focus on whole foods, plant-based ingredients, and a balance of macronutrients to support a long and healthy life. Through Bradley’s exploration in Crete, we’re reminded that the true Mediterranean diet transcends beyond just food; it's a testament to a lifestyle that values freshness, simplicity, and the joy of eating well with family and friends. Other Posts that you might like! >> What is Noom Diet? >> The Blood Pressure Program Reviews - These Exercises Really Reduce Hypertension? Read Before Order! >> Hyperbolic Stretching 3.0 on 2024 Review Read the full article

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MUMBAI

Introduction

Mumbai, often referred to as the "City of Dreams," is a vibrant and diverse metropolis that stands as the financial, entertainment, and cultural capital of India. With its rich history, iconic landmarks, bustling streets, and a melting pot of cultures, Mumbai is a city like no other. In this blog, we'll delve into the essence of Mumbai, its historical significance, famous attractions, culinary delights, and the unique spirit that defines this dynamic city.

Historical Significance

Mumbai's history is a tapestry of diverse influences. Originally a collection of seven islands, it was under Portuguese and British rule before becoming part of independent India in 1947. The city was officially renamed Mumbai in 1995, reclaiming its Marathi heritage. Its past is preserved in colonial architecture, historic neighborhoods, and a thriving arts scene.

Famous Attractions

Gateway of India: A defining symbol of Mumbai, this majestic arch stands as a reminder of British colonial rule. It's a bustling spot for locals and tourists alike, with boat rides to the nearby Elephanta Caves.

Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminus: Formerly known as Victoria Terminus, this UNESCO World Heritage Site is a masterpiece of Gothic architecture and a hub of Mumbai's suburban train network.

Marine Drive: This iconic boulevard is known as the "Queen's Necklace" due to its stunning curve along the Arabian Sea. It's a serene spot to enjoy a leisurely walk or take in the breathtaking sunsets.

Dharavi: Asia's largest slum, Dharavi is a paradox of poverty and industry. It's home to small-scale industries, recycling units, and vibrant community life. Guided tours offer a unique perspective on Mumbai's entrepreneurial spirit.

Elephanta Caves: Located on Elephanta Island, these ancient rock-cut cave temples feature remarkable sculptures and reliefs, primarily dedicated to Lord Shiva.

Culinary Delights

Mumbai's culinary scene is a reflection of its diversity and rich heritage. Be sure to savor these local delicacies:

Vada Pav: Often referred to as Mumbai's version of a burger, it's a spicy potato fritter served in a bun.

Pav Bhaji: A delectable, spicy blend of vegetables served with buttered bread rolls.

Street Food: Mumbai is famous for its street food, from pani puri (hollow, crispy snacks filled with flavored water) to bhel puri (a tangy snack made with puffed rice).

Seafood: Being a coastal city, Mumbai offers an array of seafood dishes, including delectable fish curries and prawn masalas.

The Spirit of Mumbai

Mumbai is known for its resilience, diversity, and the undying spirit of its people. It's a city where dreams are pursued with fervor, whether in the film industry of Bollywood or the world of business. Despite the fast-paced life, the warmth and camaraderie among Mumbaikars are palpable. The "Mumbai Spirit" is seen in times of adversity, such as during the 2008 terror attacks or the recent COVID-19 pandemic.

Conclusion

Mumbai is a city of stark contrasts, where old and new, rich and poor, tradition and modernity coexist harmoniously. It's a city that never sleeps, and it offers an endless array of experiences for those willing to explore its history, culture, food, and the indomitable spirit that makes it the "City of Dreams." Mumbai, with its pulsating energy, is a microcosm of India itself, embracing and celebrating the extraordinary diversity that defines the nation.

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Indian food in Pattaya

In the vibrant city of Pattaya, where cultures converge and tastes harmonize, Chutney Indian stands as a culinary haven for tourists seeking an authentic and unforgettable experience of Indian food. Nestled in the heart of Pattaya's bustling streets, this restaurant embraces foodies from all walks of life, tantalizing their taste buds with an array of mouthwatering Indian delights.

For those craving a burst of flavors, Chutney Indian takes guests on a delightful journey through India's diverse culinary landscape. As a favorite destination for tourists, the restaurant masterfully presents an array of beloved Indian street foods, enticing visitors with its famous Pani Puri. The crisp, hollow puris filled with tangy and spicy water, along with chickpeas and potatoes, deliver a symphony of taste that leaves a lasting impression.

Moreover, Chutney Indian indulges the senses with an array of classic Indian dishes that have captured hearts around the world. For those seeking comfort in familiar flavors, the rich and creamy Butter Chicken never disappoints. Succulent pieces of tandoori-marinated chicken are bathed in a velvety tomato and butter-based gravy that is an absolute delight.

For a taste of the traditional, Chole Bhature offers a delightful combination of spicy chickpea curry paired with soft and fluffy bhature (deep-fried bread). This delectable dish is a favorite among locals and tourists alike, serving up a burst of flavors that evoke the essence of Indian street food culture.

Of course, no Indian feast is complete without the beloved Naan, freshly baked to perfection in a tandoor, and served alongside the flavorful curries. Soft and pillowy, the Naan provides the perfect vessel to scoop up every last bit of the tantalizing gravies.

And for those seeking a fragrant and indulgent treat, the Biryani takes center stage. Bursting with aromatic spices, tender meat, and long-grain basmati rice, this classic Indian dish is a symphony of flavors that leaves diners craving for more.

Chutney Indian understands the essence of Indian hospitality, offering a warm and inviting atmosphere that welcomes tourists from around the globe. With attentive service and a menu that caters to diverse palates, the restaurant aims to make every dining experience a memorable one.

For tourists exploring the vibrant streets of Pattaya, Chutney Indian stands as a beacon of Indian culinary excellence, beckoning them to savor the rich tapestry of flavors that have captured the hearts of food lovers worldwide. A visit to this culinary gem promises to be an unforgettable journey into the soul of Indian cuisine, leaving guests with a newfound appreciation for the artistry of Indian flavors.

For more details, visit: Best Indian Restaurant in Pattaya I Chutney Indian

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"you can't have potatoes" "you can't have coffee" well, here's my in-universe explanation

On different planets the biomes could be wildly different from earth, and a few planets are like that in the setting. However, many come from an earth like planet with at least some deciduous plant life and several planets (Minthe, Kandor, Xan-Kodext) are warm and tropical with rainforests and lush prairie.

The plant life if variable, but convergent evolution leads to similarities between fruits, plants, and other edibles when they fill a similar niche.

In essence, fruits (and other edibles) are comparable from planet to planet, and may be referred to as the fruit's local name, the cultural word for the fruit plus the local name for it (like Naan bread,) or may be referred to by the easiest similar fruit in translation.

Coffee is a variable word that often means a dark liquid made from the seeds of a particular legume pod which contains caffeine, a small amount of amino acids, and a rich oil. It is not the same thing as earth coffee, but similar enough to translate it "coffee" rather than "bean tea."

(I follow the principle that this book has been translated into readable English, so the translator reserves the right to call something the closest English noun)

#worldbuilding #conlang

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yaranasg · 9 months

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Top 10 must-try North Indian food dishes at Yarana Restaurant

Introduction:

When it comes to North Indian cuisine in Singapore, Yarana Restaurant stands out as a culinary gem. Known for its authentic flavors and warm hospitality, Yarana Restaurant offers a delightful gastronomic journey through the diverse and vibrant flavors of North India. In this blog, we present the top 10 must-try North Indian food dishes at Yarana Restaurant, ensuring an unforgettable dining experience for food enthusiasts in Singapore.

Butter Chicken: A beloved classic, Butter Chicken is a rich and creamy tomato-based curry with tender pieces of tandoori chicken. The flavors of the succulent chicken, combined with the velvety gravy, create a harmonious and indulgent dish that pairs perfectly with naan or rice.

Biryani: Biryani is a fragrant and flavorful rice dish cooked with aromatic spices, meat (such as chicken, lamb, or prawns), or vegetables. Each grain of rice is infused with the essence of the spices, resulting in a heavenly blend of textures and tastes.

Tandoori Chicken: Prepared in a traditional clay oven called a tandoor, Tandoori Chicken is marinated in yogurt and spices, then grilled to perfection. The result is tender, juicy chicken with a smoky and slightly charred exterior, delivering a burst of flavors with every bite.

Paneer Tikka: For vegetarians or those seeking a delicious meat alternative, Paneer Tikka is a popular choice. Cubes of paneer (Indian cottage cheese) are marinated in a blend of spices and grilled until golden and slightly crispy. The result is a delightful dish with a perfect balance of textures and flavors.

Rogan Josh: Originating from Kashmir, Rogan Josh is a savory lamb curry cooked with a fragrant blend of spices such as cardamom, cinnamon, and cloves. The slow-cooking process ensures tender meat and a rich, aromatic gravy that pairs beautifully with naan or rice.

Dal Makhani: A comforting and hearty dish, Dal Makhani is a creamy lentil curry made with black lentils, kidney beans, and aromatic spices. Slow-cooked to perfection, it offers a velvety texture and a harmonious blend of flavors.

Chole Bhature: A popular street food dish, Chole Bhature consists of spicy chickpea curry (chole) served with fluffy deep-fried bread (bhature). The combination of the tangy and spicy chickpea curry with the crispy and soft bhature creates a delectable and filling meal.

Aloo Paratha: Aloo Paratha is a delightful Indian bread stuffed with a spiced mashed potato filling. Served with a dollop of butter or yogurt, it is a satisfying and flavorsome dish that can be enjoyed for breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

Chicken Tikka Masala: Chicken Tikka Masala is a popular dish where succulent pieces of grilled chicken are simmered in a rich tomato-based curry sauce. The dish is known for its vibrant flavors, creamy texture, and the perfect balance of spices.

Gulab Jamun: No Indian meal is complete without a sweet ending, and Gulab Jamun is a dessert that never fails to delight. These soft and spongy milk-based dumplings are soaked in a fragrant sugar syrup, offering a burst of sweetness and a touch of cardamom.

Conclusion: Yarana Restaurant in Singapore is a haven for North Indian cuisine lovers. With its authentic flavors, warm hospitality, and an extensive menu that features the top 10 North Indian food dishes mentioned above, Yarana Restaurant ensures an unforgettable culinary experience. Whether you are a resident of Singapore or a visitor, be sure to indulge in these delightful dishes at Yarana Restaurant, where the flavors of North India come to life.

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manwalksintobar · 1 year

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I Explain Some Things // Pablo Neruda

(translated by Mark Eisner)

#poetry #Pablo Neruda #Mark Eisner #Chilean poetry #poetry of resistance #war #politics #federico garcía lorca #Spanish Civil War #lilacs

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rabbitcruiser · 6 months

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National Food Day

Eating well doesn't have to be boring or restrictive — fuel your body with nutrient-dense foods that energize and nourish you.

Getting families to pay more attention to what they are eating and then make improvements toward eating more real and whole foods is the entire essence of National Food Day!

History of National Food Day

National Food Day Timeline

1500 BC

Yeast bread is first recorded

The earliest recorded bread made with yeast is in Ancient Egypt, though it is likely that fermentation was used in bread much earlier than this.

1921

First fast food restaurant opens

White Castle, America’s first fast food chain, opens in Wichita, Kansas and serves burgers made on an assembly line.

1971

Center for Science and Public Interest is founded

CSPI, the founding organization for National Food Day, is established by several scientists.

1975

First National Food Day is celebrated

Founded to raise awareness about the increasing industrialization of food in America, as well as hunger, increasing food prices, as well as the diet and health crisis in the United States.

2015

Food Day Apple Crunch takes place

On National Food Day this year, students are encouraged to participate by posting a picture of themselves biting into an apple, with the hashtag #FoodDay2015.

How to Celebrate National Food Day

Celebrating and joining in on the fun of National Food Day can not only be a delight to enjoy, but also is a great step in creating healthier habits that can last a lifetime!

Consider implementing some of these tasty ideas in honor of the day:

Eat Some Real Food!

When it comes to eating real food for National Food Day (and beyond), the changes can be small but the effects are important and lasting!

Learn to Shop Differently for National Food Day

Join in on a National Food Day Event

Try Some New Healthy Recipes

Just because it is healthy doesn’t mean it can’t be quick and convenient! It’s all about learning to think a little differently about the way food is shopped for and prepared.

Even with a small effort, and simply paying attention, National Food Day has the potential to improve the diets and the health of Americans as well as people all over the world!

National Food Day FAQs

How is food important to culture?

Food provides cultures and individuals with identity, comfort, status, pleasure and belonging and, for some, it is more important than geography or even language.

How long can you go without food?

A person could possibly survive up to two months without eating food, although this would cause some serious health problems.

Does food give you energy?

Yes, all food gives energy to the body, but the type of energy can range from a quick jolt with refined sugars to more sustained energy with whole grains or veggies.

How long does it take to digest food?

It typically takes 6-8 hours to digest food from eating to its arrival in the small intestine. From here, it is another 36 hours or so until the food moves through the entire colon.

Can food poisoning cause a fever?

Yes, food poisoning can be accompanied by a fever, nausea, stomach cramps, vomiting and diarrhea.

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When the world falls apart, the only thing we can hold onto is ourselves (Part VII)

Series Master list

pairing: canon Eren Jaeger x reader

content: Angst, unstable relationship, breakup, smut/nswf+18, major character death, violence, blood (obviously), war (pretty obvious)

summary: War and hate. It’s what defined the world at this exact moment. You failed your comrades, and by failing them, you failed yourself. Your relationship is hanging by a thread and your enemies will not only be found on the other side of the sea, but also in the mind of the person you love the most. How will you take the reins in the face of so much destruction?

Chapter summary: Sometimes, to understand the present, it’s necessary to pay a visit to the past. While reader is in a deep sleep, their unconscious plays a trick on them by reminding the most important and catastrophic moments in their life.

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Year 847, a very hot and humid day.

First day of training in the 104° squad. Each of the hundreds of soldiers coming into the slaughterhouse gathered in lines, lined up, waiting for our first orders. Announcement of names and locations. Some serious who didn’t need an introduction, other clowns who didn’t take the training seriously. Instead, I...was waiting with an empty view towards the horizon, not seeing anything or anyone in particular.

First day, call and presentation; some came from cities, some from towns, but none from a filthy wealthy family of nobility, much less royalty. Most of us simple villagers, presented on a silver platter for the aristocracy, entering our graves on our own. Each one would have their reasons, some simpler than others, some more hypocritical than others, and others more selfish than all of us here.

First day, and there were already a couple on the ground and others being severely punished. Like the tall girl with a ponytail who had the brilliant idea to not only steal, but also cook a potato before training and eat it in the middle of line formation. A village girl, a hunter and faithful to her principles and culture; a girl who wasn’t ashamed to show her true colors on the first day, even if it gave her a punishment that would end up lasting for hours, until nightfall. An incredible example for the most stupid, but equally for the bravest. I think it was hearing where did she coming from that something inside me arose like a flower in the middle of spring, or maybe it was hearing her resound every minute around the training ground until the moon rose. I’m not very clear about it. Maybe I wanted to be nice to someone after a long time, and what better way to start with a person who was humiliated on the first day of what would be our next life.

I wasn’t quick enough to bring her something to eat when her punishment ended, a certain very short blonde beat me beforehand, but I was quick to save her a seat next to me the next night, while saving her a portion of bread. I assumed she would like it, and I wasn’t wrong. She devoured every last crumb along with her ration of dubiously sourced food on a metal plate. Hearing her eat with such enthusiasm brought a smile to my face, it reminded me of the little tadpole children who came and went in my town, asking for a piece of bread or an apple, even knowing that they had food at home. Those playful children who wandered through the small market, looking for some candy and returning disappointed at their doors when they hadn’t found any.

"I didn't hear yesterday where you came from"

Sasha, I think that's the name of the girl in front of me. Apparently she was talking when my mind wandered with nostalgia and melancholy. Her eyes were very fixed on mine, and as much as I looked away, I could still feel them penetrating my skull. I guess you can't dodge the past for long, right? At the very least, I tried to be as cautious as possible when giving my answer.

"I come from a village northeast of the wall Maria, far enough away from the wall to be warned of the fall before a titan reached our town"

She played with the poorly made metal spoon on a piece of carrot that came out of the poor soup, already cold, that this place delighted us for the second night in a row. I made me a mental note to go out hunting every now and then if I wanted to have a good meal and not end up anorexic and a failure.

“And what do you do in your village? In mine we are dedicated to hunting, but they’re taking away the land for the cattle” She took a huge bite of his bread, showing how angry she was. I couldn’t blame her, taking the land out of a hunting village was like taking away their essence, a part of their soul.

"We’re dedicated to raising horses and handicrafts" From our town came the fastest horses that the military police could ask for, some of them stayed for the field and keep the children busy.

Beautiful horses dedicated to the gambling of the nobility, others common for the plowing of the agricultural peoples. Horses dedicated to the race for the survey corps; what the government needed, we provided. It would be hypocritical of me to say now that the horse was my least favorite animal. It was not. For me they were the most beautiful, faithful and loyal creatures in this whole little world. My favorite animal without a doubt.

I wanted to talk about the various horses we managed to sell at a high price to the most authoritarian court on the Rose wall, but a noise from behind our table made my jaw drop.

A "Tsk" echoed throughout the dining room.

I turned my head, hoping to find an animal, or anything but a human like us. To my misfortune, I met the withering look of a brunette with bright green eyes, just as bright as those of the forest, and his hand holding the spoon tightly, as if my simple face angered him.

"Do you have a problem, Jaeger?" I remembered him from yesterday. Serious, tall, with a look that could kill you at any moment. Decisive and lethal. At the same time conceited and childish. He had won the ears and admiration of the majority here with well-used words and a touch of drama.

"Yes, I have a problem" his hand let the spoon escape on the plate, causing some drops to fly in all directions "I have a problem with people like you"

He got up from his seat, walking slowly but steadily toward my table, planting himself in front of me. The lap dog as a friend of his following behind him with a decomposed face, one hand half raised, perhaps to stop him if necessary. But let's face it, of the two, Eren was the one with the most strength, it was obvious to the naked eye.

"And what is that due to? Or do you wait for me to get into your little head and find some clue that can help me understand the cockroach you have for a brain?" At no time did I get up, I wasn’t going to lower myself to the same situation as him.

Half of my body had my back to him, so I was looking at him over the shoulder. He may not have liked that, ‘cause he immediately grabbed my shoulder and turned me around, waiting for me to look him in the eye.

"People like you, who come from villages far from the cities, who don’t know the real danger, are a problem" He looked so angry, angry with the world perhaps? I couldn't find an answer to that anger, nor the source of his feelings. But what I did know, was that he wasn't going to let me be trampled on by a fool who knew the world simply by seeing a titan within his short life.

"Excuse me, but you realize that many here come from villages far from the big cities and only very few saw a titan with their own eyes" And it was those same people who began to get up and look at him with bad eyes. The same ones who looked at him with wonder, as if he were an angel fallen from heaven to bring them the news of the world.

I fervently removed his hand from my shoulder and deigned to stand up, trying to gain some ground in this pathetic discussion. I wasn't going to raise my voice like I assumed the boy in front of me was going to do it at any moment, so my body did it instead.

"I don't understand what your complaints are about, but please, oh great Eren, the one who saw a titan bigger than the wall, explain to me" I could notice how his other friend was approaching towards his back, looking at me with caution. Now, of the group of three, with her I had to be the most careful.

"Are you making fun of me?" he took a dangerous step towards me.

“’course not” ‘Course yes, but I wasn't going to say it openly.

"People who don’t see the enemy in the face think they can come out of the walls to face it" did my ears hear that correctly? I looked at him as if a third eye had popped out on his forehead.

"Not having seen a titan in my short life doesn’t mean that I cannot go out to fight them"

"And yet you have no fucking idea what you're up against" the conversation was getting more and more heated, his feet were getting closer to mine and I could lightly feel his breath on my skin.

"That doesn't mean you can come and mistreat me" I instantly threw myself back, but ran into the legs of the table. Sasha's hand rested on my shoulder, unable to encourage me with words, but enough emotionally.

"Fucking villagers" he took a step back, turning on his heel and looking, without seeing, or so it seemed, the crowd around him "you don't know what it’s to see a relative of yours being eaten in front of your eyes!"

Ah, that's where so much hatred for the world came from. But I wasn’t his target. He must express his emotions, his anger, towards a common enemy, not towards a comrade who was going to help him in battle. Taking it with me wasn’t going to help him at all, and the fact I was from a small village didn’t mean I was naive and deserved the anger of the citizens. "I'm sorry that happened to you-"

"My mom was eaten in front of my eyes!"

"I'm sorry that happened to your mom! And I'm very sorry that you had to see it with your own eyes, but taking it out on me is not going to help you ”I pushed him back with my words, unfortunately they were not enough to stop his viper tongue.

"You can't know what it feels like to lose your mother like that" he turned his back on me, and before turning to his blond friend, he turned his head over his shoulder, looking at me again with contempt. "Go back to your village with your mommy and cries on her lap for being incapable of shit"

His comment blew me away.

He had left my mind blank and the only thing I managed to do was throw myself back, and sit down heavily on the hard wooden bench. My eyes stared into nothingness, unable to observe the multitude of eyes that settled on me with sadness, some with regret and support. Sasha sat down next to me on the left, while on the right a figure that I didn’t recognize crouched down to look me in the face. All I could make out of him, or her, were those big round blue eyes. A blue that reminded me of the rivers that flowed gracefully near my town. The same water that landed on a larger lake or river, and… perhaps, on the same sea.

"Hey, Eren-" I heard someone yell. From the tone of their voice I thought I distinguish Jean's annoyance.

I didn't have a second to reflect on what I was doing and before I could blink, a plate full of food was flying in the direction of the two boys, impacting on the wooden wall and scattering the pieces of vegetables on the floor and the people who unfortunately was close.

The two boys turned to see where the plate had come from, finding my hand half raised and smeared on the thumb of the cold soup. My body was euphoric, my breath hitched and my chest rose and fell quickly.

"You ... you don't know shit about me, or my family, or my people" I started slowly what would be the best speech I would have given in my 13 years, a speech that would bring me problems, as well as friends. “I’m so sorry about your mother, but in the same way, she was devoured by an enemy of which we still do not know exactly"

I came around the table and approached the brunette, meeting his friend halfway through. Without stopping, I hit her shoulder with mine, pushing my way over her.

"While mine was shot by the people who had to protect her" now my body was a few inches from him, taking Jean away from his side "my mother was killed for the simple fact of wanting to see the sea"

His blond friend, who hadn't been separated from him at any time, widened his eyes, even more than the person who bent down to comfort me. His eyes stared at me in amazement before turning to understanding and sadness.

"Judging by your friend's expression, he understand what I'm talking about" There was little space for me to move calmly, so I chose to get closer and closer to Eren, keeping my face a few inches from his. Even with the slight difference in height, I could manage to have an aura of warning and seriousness.

I raised my hand to his forehead slowly, preventing the girl from earlier from pouncing on me thinking I was going to hit him.

"The military police took her out of my house, placed her to the center of the village and with a pistol in the middle of her forehead" I closed my hand except for two fingers, simulating the muzzle of the rifle, and placed them in the same place as they did it with my mother "they shot her in front of her little child"

I detached my fingers from his forehead and with a "bang" I simulated the same shot that, to this day, continues to haunt me in dreams, after 6 years. My eyes observed his expression, the color had disappeared from his face, he was so pale that it seemed he was going to faint at any moment. There was no longer a trace of his anger towards me or towards the titans; An immature child had been left in front of me, from whom they had taken food for not knowing how to appreciate it.

I walked away carefully, noticing the trembling in my body, in my legs, and took small steps towards the door, leaving everyone who wanted to give me their condolences and emotional support behind.

"You are lucky that your mother was eaten by a spice stranger to her, mine didn’t have the same fate"

*** Weeks passed from that terrible night. The golden trio hadn't deigned to approach me, and for my part I longed for it to stay that way for the next three years. I didn't want people like Eren or his friends to get involved with me, I preferred the company of people like Sasha and Marco, Jean and Connie, as empty-headed as they were. I preferred to spend my free afternoons practicing archery, preventing some stupid from passing through the shooting range or next to the bullseye from getting a head shot.

"Here, I fixed your glove, now you are supposed to be able to put your thumb in without it opening" Marco had his hand extended, grabbing a leather glove, which I’d found in the storage bag of the training set.

The leaders had been very understanding when explaining the training I wanted to follow as free time. Although no faction was going to need a bow and arrow for sure, due to its inefficiency, I had given my point of view that it would end up being useful if an expedition needed more days than predicted and more food and provisions were needed, a bow was going to be of great help when hunting.

"Thanks Marco, you are an angel in this place" I proceeded to put on the worn glove and test its elasticity with the arrow and the bowstring.

"See you at night" and with that, the freckled man marked himself towards the canteen, greeting Jean in the distance who was waiting for him at the door.

The shooting area was not far from the entire training ground, close enough to observe everyone who came and went on the field, everyone who wandered without any direction or aim, and everyone who wanted to train. As well as being close enough to the training area with the movement equipment, equipment that was being used a lot recently by many colleagues in need of balance. One of them turning out to be the annoying brunette with bright green eyes, who was walking very dangerously with his friends on the target at the time I was about to release the arrow.

The small deadly weapon shot out and ended up hitting the red dot in the middle, grazing Eren's neck. He put a hand on his skin and when he saw the arrow stuck on the straw object he turned to look at me angrily.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? That almost hit me in the neck "

"If you saw where you walking you would realize you’re in the shooting zone, if an arrow hits you it’s not my fault" I yelled at him from a distance, preparing a new arrow to launch.

When I saw him take a couple of steps towards me, I stretched the arrow back as a warning, I wasn’t going to laid on a rose’s field while he went back to being a fucking asshole. Armin, I knew his name in these weeks when listening to a conversation he’d with another person, he grabbed his arm while Mikasa put herself as a shield. They both took him away from the target and I was able to shoot the arrow without taking my eyes off them.

I followed them until they positioned themselves on one of the balancing machines, helping Eren onto the equipment. I was about to accommodate a third arrow when I heard a scream coming from his direction. My head spun at the same speed an owl would, given countless hours of practice in the woods, and I watched the last second of Eren's fall, watching in broad daylight as his head hit the stone floor. The blow could be heard from a distance, even where I was located I could hear it as if it’s next to me.

Seeing him lying swaying on the floor, half hanging from the equipment made me burst out laughing. I couldn't stop the laughter from coming out of my mouth seeing him in such bad shape. He was going to have a safe bump and maybe some neurons would end up rearranged. My laughter didn’t go unnoticed, the commander Sheith passed on his way to the shooting area and stood in front of me, looking at me with that serious, expressionless gaze.

"Cadet (Y/S)!" I settled myself as best I could, putting the bow to one side and the arrow on the back sleeve before standing firmly "help young Jaeger heal his wound"

I was puzzled and my face reflected it.

"But, sir, why me?" I begged with my words to let me go, or at least give me a couple of hours of punishment, whatever it was before starting a conversation with that selfish man, much less heal his wound.

"Are you arguing with me, cadet?"

Every movement or prayer that I could make to try to accomplish my task vanished like a leaf in the wind. I lowered my head, avoiding his frivolous gaze and waited for him to leave, snorting. I reluctantly put down the bow and arrow sleeve next to a target and headed towards the three of them, Armin and Mikasa were trying to lift Eren off the floor as they took the equipment off his hips.

"Come on, I have to heal your wound" I didn’t stop to greet them, or to explain the situation. In the same way that I approached, I went towards the canteen, without looking back.

On the short drive I overheard Armin asking about my rare kindness, to which I replied dryly that if it weren't for the commander, I'd be breaking my asshole on the floor by laughing. We walked and walked, me in front and the other two physically stable, keeping the dark-haired boy as best they could, lifting his head so that he wouldn't hit himself again. Upon reaching the canteen stairs I yelled "Sasha, I need a bucket of cold water and a washcloth!"

I opened the door for them and pointed to a table near the kitchen door so they could seat Eren. I warned them to keep his head steady, to keep him from going forward or backward, and to keep him awake at all times.

"I didn't know you knew so much about medicine" Armin pointed out when Sasha came out with the bucket of water and a cloth floating in it.

I let out a slight "hmm" before positioning myself behind Eren, squeezing the hands of the other two and allowing them to let me do my job. I ran his hair back, trying to locate the wound and notice any cuts. Finding none, I proceeded to feel the area, finding the slight bump on the upper side of the forehead. I down the cloth in the cold water, letting it soak, and placed it on his head. The water was so, so cold, it had even made me shivered, but for some reason, Eren didn't seem to be fazed at all.

I didn’t give it much importance and I passed the cloth over the bump, waiting a few seconds for it to deflate a little before going through the sides, preventing the area from becoming inflamed as well. I soaked the cloth again and laid it on the side of his forehead, indicating to Armin to press down and not move his hand while I looked for a handkerchief or some bandage to cover the blow. In the same way, I explained to Mikasa to keep watching Eren, to talk to him, even if he wasn't waiting for an answer, to keep him awake for fear of having an accident in his brain.

I found what looked like a used bandage, quite disgusting for my taste, but I wasn’t going to take much longer of my time for "patient" who didn’t deserve my treatises. I stretched the bandage as far as I could over his head, giving it two full turns before pinning it around the back of his head.

"Try to find a better bandage for the blow" I washed my hands with cold water, hoping to get rid of all the irritation the situation had caused.

"Thank you" Armin sounded really grateful, with a hint of ... sympathy perhaps? With my hands clean, I grabbed the bucket and started to put it back in the kitchen when the blonde asked me again "where did you learn all this?"

I sighed not once, but twice, the kitchen door was open and I was about to enter when I threw a look over my shoulder "everything I know, I learned from my mother's books"

And with that I closed the door behind me a second time to the golden trio.

***

Year 850, a beautiful spring night.

The night before our graduation. A hectic night. Between the well-deserved nutritious food, meat and bread that we have longed for the past three years, and the shouts of encouragement for each of us who were present that night, a great party was put together. Many people defected and others didn’t have the ability to move on. Many were frustrated when they fell short of the top ten, fearing they would be sent to the survey corps, others claimingthey had contacts in the military police and had an assured position. Others fought for their point of view before such faction; and with others I mean the same suicidal brunette. Eren, finishing 5th out of the top ten, undoubtedly deigned to throw me in my face.

"Three years and I'm still better than you, your little village tactics were useless" he smiled wickedly and his eyes showed that characteristic glow when he won a fight. Although there wasn’t a fight here, therefore, there was nothing to be gained.

"Congratulations Eren" I turned around without waiting for an answer and walked briskly towards Marco and Jean, they were both heading towards the boys cabin and I followed them to the entrance, leaving a fuzzy Eren behind.

Now, tonight, with the years of training in the past, it was time to rest, have a night of peace before the real deal began. I never thought it would arrive the next morning.

From my position, far from the main entrance to the Trost district, a thunder crashed into the ground, followed by hot smoke covering our feet. The famous colossal titan stood imposing on the side of the wall, watching my companions who were a few meters from him. From where I was standing, I could see his arm rise and run the guns and the others, burning and blinding them with its smoke.

An calvary that started very early and had no intention of ending soon. Death and dismemberment in every corner, blood flying through the air, comrades being eaten. At each step we take, each turn a building took to dodge a Titan or go after one to kill it, a comrade fell in battle; with each step I took, it was one step closer to my own death. But, call it a miracle, call it divine grace, or simple luck, I managed to reach a roof of one of the many houses destroyed by the attack. From the roof, I could see the disaster more clearly, and I could examine my own disaster with great concern.

The pants were torn in the knee area, the tips of my boots brushed my bare skin and apparently bruised from some friction. I had a blood stain in the abdomen area, apparently from a person who was eaten near me and I didn’t have the dignity to see it. I didn’t have the strength or the courage to unbutton my shirt to see the disaster that surely my body had taken in the hours we were surviving in the city. I had enough of the bruises and cuts on my hands and cheeks thanks to some small rocks flying through the air from the impacts; I didn't need to see if my ribs were in place.

In the distance, perhaps three, four houses in from where I was, were a few comrades sitting on the rooftops of another house. It seemed a few had survived and came together to rest, there weren't many titans in sight and the few there were were wandering around without looking around. Those idiots gave me the chance to jump houses, without looking down. If I looked down I would’ve see the cobblestone streets stained red, I would’ve see limbs scattered right and left. I had a goal in mind and I wasn’t going to lose focus on the death around us.

I landed on the fireplace, hitting both knees when landing, I was running out of gas and it showed. The movement wasn’t being so fluid anymore. I scrambled down the stone wall of the fireplace, landing right next to Armin. My movement gear hit his, jerking my hips and torso on impact, nearly knocking me off the roof. Armin didn't flinch, he was just looking at the tiles, but given his expression, I think he wasn't looking at anything at all. He was just preparing to stare and lose himself in the terrors of his mind.

"Armin, what happened? Ar you alright?" stupid questions. Obviously he wasn’t alright, it was reflected in his empty and dark eyes, but my mind couldn’t process correctly.

It was in automatic mode, only thinking about survival, not the correct questions for each of those who were spread out on two rooftops. Of the many who had graduated, we were reduced to two dozen, maybe a little more without counting those who were in that huge building with the gas parts. Others may have taken refuge in a house, waiting for the right moment to move and reach us. But there was little hope, even if I didn’t say it out loud, unconsciously I knew there wasn’t much to do with the people who were not among us, because after all that was exactly what was happening ... they were not with us, they weren’t in the land of the living.

How pessimistic my thinking, right? I wasn’t wrong at all.

"Armin, where is Eren?" want to know the worst?, I already knew the answer before Armin could lift his head and scream the terrible news with his lungs.

In the end, the boy who so wanted to fight the world, succumbed to the terrors of him.

But what had impacted the most was that, minutes after hearing that news, minutes after arriving at the building for gas supplements and saving the comrades who had barricaded themselves, minutes after being saved by that fighting titan, we saw the same Eren, the same brunet with bright green eyes, appear. Alive.

The surprise we all get when we see him emerge from the nape of that eccentric titan. He was fine, his skin pink and hot from the smoke of the decaying body from his titan. His titan? There was no time to understand the situation. If that, how to understand it? We saw him resurface, like a phoenix, among the ashes of a dying body, fully alive. He had all of his limbs, even the ones that had been eaten; I could see the limits of his pants and the sleeve of his shirt torn, with perfect and huge bite marks.

I stood to the side watching the scene, Armin and Mikasa crying uncontrollably when they saw his heart beat. Scientifically and medically that was impossible. Technically speaking, nothing we were witnessing was possible; And yet there was the suicidal bastard, breathing normally. His eyes closed, his lashes drooping over his lids and his hands being held by his childhood friends. Jean couldn't believe the scene before his eyes, even the other trio was hesitant to say anything, with serious faces and completely stiff eyes at Eren. Each and every one of the reactions present entered what would be a normal reaction, missing one who wanted to kill him immediately.

And I think I rushed a couple of minutes.

***

Days after the expedition to the giant tree forest.

With Annie crystallized and guarded underground, a bit of tranquility arose within the walls; a calm that only attributed to the survey corps. Citizens panicked, not understanding, not comprehending even ten percent of what the latest information was being advertised in newspapers and billboards. The general did everything possible to give us time to resupply and rest from such a hard fight. The patrol had been divided in two, and I had remained as Jean's auxiliary escort, the poor man wanted to vomit all the trip when he had to suffer the terrible order of disguising himself as Eren.

And when the time for action came, we were both prepared to assist Eren in his titan form. I wasn’t still used to seeing him at a height of more than 15 meters, but his characteristics were still there: eyes, now huge, green and shiny, as if that shine never went away, no matter how violent or dark the situation turned upside down, and his dark haired, he looked silkier and smoother in this way that the originally he modeled.

Now we where here, Armin, Mikasa, Jean and I watching him and examining his vital signs. He had fallen into a coma for the second time. I couldn't blame him, I guess controlling a titan of that caliber used up a lot of physical energy, let alone the psychological, but to be honest… mental health had already leaked out the window.Each of us were standing in a corner of the room, sometimes Armin wandered between the door and the window, sitting close to his friend on the bed when he couldn't take it anymore from the anguish. Mikasa always sat next to him, holding his hand at all times, faithfully waiting for him to open his eyes. For my part, I was watching the sun set outside the window, as the sunset gave us its warm rays and prepared us for the cold night.

Every once in a while, whenever I heard a snort or movement coming from the bed, I would turn my head and come closer to feel his breathing. He was stable, and showed no signs of any disturbance. He was completely healthy, except that he was absolutely tired. Like all of us.

There was a couple of knocks on the door, pulling all of us out of trance. Jean and Armin were being needed to give testimony in front a small assembly, before the leaders continued speaking with Commander Erwin.

Silence reigned in the room. Mikasa was still willing to maintain her position in the chair, even if the sleep weakened her with each passing minute. I could see how her eyes were closing and her head fell from fatigue, it was obvious that she needed some rest. I put my hand on her shoulder, pulling the scarf out of her hands and trying to lift her up at the same time.

"Come on, you're very tired, you must get some sleep" I led her to a sofa that was doubtfully placed on the other side of the room. Normally our rooms were only furnished with a couple of beds, a desk and a closet, ah... and a paltry window. We couldn't bother with expensive decorations or furniture like a sofa. Above all, when we didn’t receive a decent salary.

"But Eren ..." I laid her on the few cushions, not very comfortable, brown and beige, that matched the small room. When her head touched the doubtful softness of the pillows her eyes closed completely and her breathing became calm, it was a matter of seconds before she fell completely asleep.

"I'm going to take care of him, you rest" I adjusted her hair before noticing she had entered the realm of dreams. Apparently my words were enough to give her that peace of mind to go to sleep.

I knelt to remove her boots and set her feet on the lap of the sofa. Notice her legs stained with dirt, I'd bet she'd have a couple of bruises around her knees and ankles, maybe even her feet. My body was moving heavily as I searched for a blanket among the few scraps of cloth lying in the closet. In the end, I ended up finding one a bit small for her body, but it perfectly covered her torso and stomach, that way she wouldn't take cold while she was in her defenseless state.

I wanted to look out the window again, but there was nothing to observe that I hadn’t seen before, a sad and dull orange sky. I settled into the chair, feeling that I was usurping Mikasa's place for some strange reason, and I kept analyzing the young man lying on the bed. His hair was matted and a bit dirty, a shower every now and then wouldn't hurt, although he smelled conveniently well, like freshly cut wood or dry grass. A scent that, while I was destined to smell more than necessary thanks to the expeditions, I felt no discomfort smelling it on Eren. It fit him very well indeed. I might even get used to being around him if it meant smelling such a sweet scent.

Seconds that seemed like minutes, and minutes that seemed like hours. Time seemed to play against me and I felt like my body began to weigh me more and more, and more, until I fell forward and lay my face on the hard mattress and the soft fabric of the sheet. Second-rate cotton, if you would let me say so, but it did the job. It was comfortable, too comfortable, enough to let me rest for a moment and close my eyes, making time flow more quickly.

I felt a hand gently rest on my head, moving and caressing me with a tenderness I hadn't felt in years. I opened my eyes immediately expecting to find my father in front of my eyes, but instead, I spotted a still asleep Eren, scratching himself and trying to wipe the sleep out of his eyes.

I pulled his hand out of my head quickly, but without being rude, and laid them on the bed. I rubbed my eyes and gave him a half smile "Good morning sleeping beauty"

It took a few seconds for his eyes to get used to the little light that filtered through the window and when they opened they surveyed the entire room, still drowsy.

"Where is Mikasa? Armin? " he coughed after feeling a little hawking in his throat.

I stretched out on the chair, accommodating the bones of my back and immediately moved to the side, letting him see a sleeping Mikasa, comfortable and warm under a blanket. Eren inspected her, perhaps trying to find any signs of injury or complaints, but finding none he turned his gaze from her to me.

"Mikasa is asleep" I settled back on the chair, this time stretching forward a bit and resting my elbows on the bed, holding my head on my hands "Armin and Jean had to go to give their testimony for the paperwork"

Ere didn't say anything, he just nodded and gave me a brief "hmm" before looking out the window. "How do you feel?" was the last thing I said before the room fell silent again and neither he nor I deigned to say anything else.

Years of hating each other weren't going to go away, just like that. It was going to be a long road now that we were in a much worse mess than when we were 13 years old. But at least, we could talk to each other without the need to jump on each other's jugular, that's progress, right?

***

Why couldn't this bastard have a little sense of preserving of his life? Why wasn't he a little more careful, and since we are, a little more common sense? Why couldn't he stay calm for a few seconds, analyze the situation and act according to his surroundings?

Now we had to do a search party to find the damned "last hope of mankind". Galloping as fast as the horses would allow us, avoiding on all sides dozens of titans, even when one fell, five more came out. It was an order that had become more and more dangerous. And to make matters worse, having to be behind two of the most dangerous titans we could have encountered was a suicide mission and most of us knew it. We were giving it our all for an idiot, who I don't think he knew the value of the lives that were being lost in battle.

Sighted in the distance, ranks breaking and each one trying to survive while we tried to have enough time to rescue him from the armored titan, large numbers of soldiers were being eaten or crushed. You know the terror I had in my eyes to see Captain Erwin being bitten on the arm and dragged towards God knows where? If a great man like him could be defeated so easily in the blink of an eye, what was in store for us? What was in store for me?

I kept galloping, begging Phillip to keep going as fast as he could, that he never stop and be careful of everything in his path. I was so scared that I didn't know exactly to who I was saying it, the horse or myself. For sure, I knew the horse wouldn’t understand me perfectly, but he was the only thing that I could grab to at that moment, the only one that could save me.

Both left and right, titans ran everywhere, the boys had managed to reach the battleship while the others did what they could to give them time, seeing Ymir was also a sight worthy of admiration if it wasn’t because I was givind my life at this moment. And surely she was helping the blonde of "girlfriend" instead of us.

In that sway between giant bodies and tiny soldiers, the ground rumbled, the earth fell away, even trees fell at our feet. When trying to reach Mikasa before she fell, a titan came out of nowhere in front of me, trying to dodge it would be a feat, especially when he had his immense mouth pointing almost completely in my direction. I will never be able to thank the soldier who cut his neck, for seconds later to be grabbed by another titan and break his spine in such a grip. With the body decomposing and the other titan out of focus, I was able to move on, circling the smoking mass, ready to support Mikasa when another mass fell very close to me, causing the horse to jump from the force of the impact. In that second of distraction I turned my head to look at what had fallen, the ground began to crack under Phillip's legs and it only took a footfall from the armor titan to completely break apart and pieces of earth and stone came out, shotting everywhere.

As I turned my head back forward, I saw clearly how a stone flew directly towards my head. Call it reflections, call it having a guardian angel on my shoulders, but I was able to move my head in time, causing the stone to impact the gap between my shoulder and neck. I shot backward, hitting my head against the hard ground. I felt my shoulder dislocate and I noticed how by leaps and bounds the shirt, previously white, was staining with blood, as well as the jacket and the floor. My head was probably bleeding from the back as well, but the pain in my shoulder kept me from focusing on anything else. It was impossible to move it, I tried to scream for help, but my words stuck in my throat, and even if I had been able to scream, it would have been overshadowed by the hundreds more screams that were begging for help. The grass around me felt a bit comforting, like a cold hug in the last minutes of life. Body pain prevented me from reacting to the sight of a five-meter titan approaching where I was lying. Tears began to flow, falling down my cheeks; I wanted to scream, say my last goodbye, but I was so petrified that I just closed my eyes.

If I was going to die, I would rather die without seeing the horrible face of that damned titan. I preferred to have the image of my family in mind one last time. The ground began to rumble, I thought more titans were going to come for me, that I was going to be smashed into pieces, but the longer it took to feel the huge hand or a pair of teeth, I opened my eyes, finding myself, not a pack of hungry titans, but with the clear evening sky.

I raised my head and to my surprise, a bizarre surprise, all the titans that were chasing us at the time, were now going towards one of the highest. I couldn't understand what was happening, I looked around trying to find someone, to see if someone else was seeing the same thing as me. In the distance I found Armin holding a figure, I couldn't quite see who, trying to breathe normally and stand up. I tried calling out to him, but my vision started to blur and it made me dizzy from trying to lift my head even higher. I brought my hand to my head and confirmed the blood that flowed behind it, I was completely soaked in my own blood and at any moment I would end up fainting if I didn't treat my wounds.

The grinding of a horse brought me back to a state of consciousness, Phillip was back next to me and he lowered his head towards my good shoulder, pushing it up and lifting me little by little. Standing back on both feet, I leaned on his stomach and in an attempt to walk towards Armin I heard Eren's terrified scream in the distance.

Both he and Mikasa were looking at the scene without understanding anything at all, and what bothered me the most was that those stupid were still sitting on the ground, without any intention of moving. As I could, I got on the horse's lap, lying on my stomach, both arms hanging at the side, and I told him to run as fast as possible towards the two figures in the most dangerous area that could be at that moment.

"Stop looking and start moving!" I yelled at them a few feet away. They both turned their heads in my direction, wanting to say something, but only managed to gasp a few times before I arrived.

I grabbed the collar of Eren's shirt and with what little strength I had left, I lifted him off the ground "NO TIME TO TALK, LET'S GO"

Seeing Mikasa being picked up by Eren and placed on his back, I indicated to Phillip to leave the area, to try to get to safety, along with the other soldiers. At our side ran the couple of stupid who almost devoured, wondering what had happened. Their words sounded more and more distant and the ride put me in a calm trance until I was unconscious.

***

Year 851, a beautiful summer day to go horseback riding without the hassle of a titan in the area. At the same time, a beautiful day to visit the forgotten and destroyed towns.

We took our time, observing the landscape. Trees that had fallen and left their tracks on the ground and on the trunk were beginning to show traces of vegetation in their wood. The grass crushed by large feet was beginning to heal and new shoots were coming to the surface, some flower buds could also be seen. The few stone paths were smashed, small cobblestones were smashed, and there was no possibility of repair unless they were remade. Today was the day; the day it was my village's turn to be toured. We leave early to the northwest, guiding us along the river, me in the lead. The night before I hadn’t been able to sleep, to close an eye, I was nervous, very nervous, I couldn’t even eat anything for breakfast. After four years, I returned to my home, or what was left of it.

Endless nights I dreamed of returning to my small village, touring the oldest houses and greeting its inhabitants, seeing the children run, now older, and helping them take an apple from the market. I dreamed of reassembling one of our horses, of stroking and caressing them, earning me one, perhaps two licks to the face. But what I most dreamed of was to see my father's face again, to see his eyes full of dark circles and sadness at having lost his wife, the woman he loved the most in the whole world; I wanted to hold hid hands again, see them splintered after carving a piece of wood and turning it into a beautiful work of art. I wanted to lie down by the communal fire, hear stories from the elderly, shameful stories, and love stories. I wanted to be able to repeat my childhood years, to see my mother one last time, to be able to say goodbye properly.

I wished my village had been intact, but at the entrance my heart shattered. There were no standing houses in sight, all had sagging roofs, broken windows, and dried blood marks from years painting the walls.

I got off the horse looking at the damage and I was leading him forward by the mooring. Slowly, being careful not to trip over any stone, I entered the town more and more, seeing the withered flowers and their dried petals lying on the floor. Children's cloth toys, a odd wooden horse broken in half. Some walls were burned, others full of holes, the clothes hanging outside the houses torn into pieces, the stable reduced to nothing. The center, where the market normally took place, full of rubble and garbage, on the left a path of dried blood, on the right as well. I approached a stall that had not been completed, a fruit and vegetable stall, now reduced to nothingness itself. I picked up the chunk of splintered wood and found underneath what scared me the most. An arm.

I didn't know who it was exactly, the clothes were almost the same for everyone, but I assumed it was a man's; It was in the process of decomposition, pieces of meat were half detached. Beside him, a porcelain doll broken on its head, its brown curls discarded, and only dirt and fiber remained. I picked it up with both hands and kept walking in the direction… in which direction? I couldn’t tell. Only my body was on autopilot looking around me for a sign, the slightest hope that someone had survived. But one look at the stables from the beginning was the only thing that put my hopes in the trash: there were pieces of horses lying all over the ground. Not even our pride had survived. My feet stopped walking, dragging on the ground, and stopped in front of the house that saddened me the most. Mine.

Of all, this was the one in the best condition, part of the roof had fallen to the side, not on the house, and a hole led directly to the living room. The walls were completely burned, not from the destruction of a horde of titans, no. Those burns were from years before, produced by the military police. Seeing that wreck brought me the vile memory of the day of her execution. The people were scared, they implored not to kill her, but those brutes turned a deaf ear and executed her without mercy. My mother was a very dear woman to everyone and no one denied her dreams of leaving the walls, my father loved her more than anyone ... but that love of his was not enough to save her.

"(Y / N)?" I heard Eren's voice behind me.

His voice echoed in my ears, but I couldn't fully register it, I was just looking straight ahead, towards the hole in my house, looking from the outside for fear of entering. "These were the borders of my life"

I took a step forward, then another, and then another, until I collided with the first stones of the house. From that place I could see how the fire from a small oil lamp had fallen on the floor and burned part of my father's favorite armchair. I took another step, fully entering what was left of my old home. I ran my hand over the dry, scratchy fabric, dust had collected over the weeks, maybe years. Given how advanced the bloodstains were, I couldn't exactly calculate the time that had elapsed. In front of the chair was still a small desk full of sheets, most of them ruined by rubble, but some survived. Some of these had broken tips, other were left with black spots, and others were flawless, as if they had been made yesterday. Beautiful drawings of people, others of nature, others of birds or city buildings.

I kept looking for more sheets, running those that were hopelessly damaged, and under my foot I came across a paper somewhat harder and thicker than the others, even framed. The glass was broken but it revealed perfectly a small family, a man, his wife and their child. "In this dusty and destroy little house, where an artist love his wife"

I took the drawing with me, holding it tight with both hands, until I reached the only standing door in the house. The door leading to the master bedroom. I stood there for a couple of seconds, wondering if it was right for my sanity, if it was right for my conscience to open it up and find whatever was on the other side. I inhaled and exhaled a couple of times before sliding the door open. Next to the bed, on the side where my mother used to sleep, was my father's top. I wasn't brave enough to turn around and see his face. I closed my eyes when I saw the scene and left what was left of the facade with my head lowered. "The house of my childhood is gone"

***

A couple of days after hitting the ocean.

We had settled next to the shore. Jean, Sasha and Connie were playing with the small waves that were breaking in the sand, Armin was inspecting small seashells and Mikasa was dedicated to dipping her feet in the cold water. We had made a small fire to cover ourselves from the cold of the coming night. Eren and I were in front of that same fire. He watched as the small sparks flew over the small sea of flames until they exploded and died in the blink of an eye. Some fell into the sand before exploding, others continued to rise until they rose higher and became part of the beginning of the starry sky.

My feet were barefoot in the sand, letting the little grains get between my toes and tickle every time I twisted them. I dropped my head on Eren's shoulder, giving me the chance to close my eyes and reopen them after a few seconds, admiring the sea towards the horizon.

After so many calamities, after so many deaths and losses, a moment of quiet was more than necessary. Maybe being this close to the bright green-eyed brunette wasn't so bad after all.

I could get used to this.

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