enjoy some close up johnny pics i accidentally got today

scrubs - 2.

pairing: doctor!sebastian stan x biomedical scientist!reader

warnings: angst, mentions of death. if you are not comfortable with these warnings please dni. 

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   - Where are you going? - Miriam rose her head from the work bench as Y/N took her gloves and googles off, disposing of both in the yellow bin. - Y/N, where are you going? Don’t leave me alone with the trainees. 

    - I’m going to get dinner. No eating in the lab, remember?

    - Urgh, couldn’t you have gone to dinner when Michael was here? You’re leaving me alone with the trainees ... and the ask so many questions. - she whispered the last part, afraid the trainees would hear her and hit her over the head with their very heavy portfolios. - I’m going next.

    - Hour break, don’t you dare page me. - she pointed her finger menacingly at Miriam before clocking out and heading out for dinner. If they had told her during her sleepless nights spent revising for her least favourite modules the most exciting time of her shifts would be the bland food served by the hospital cafeteria, she would’ve just become a pharmaceutical researcher. Yet again, you need to start at the bottom if you want to get to the top and Y/N was more than ready to climb that moment.

She pressed the button for the lift, leaning against her own hand as she tried to wake herself up. Turns out studying and staying up all night applying for PhD projects and then coming to work at 7AM is not the way to go for energy. Luckily, the black tea she had drank this morning had managed to keep her awake, however the caffeine was starting to slowly leave her system and she still had a few more hours awaiting her. As she was about to fall asleep while waiting for the lift to make it to the lower floors, she heard her name being called out.

      - Y/N? - she looked to her side to see Peter standing next to her. They’ve known each other since freshers and if there was someone who was always wide awake during twenty four hour shifts it was him. He worked currently in the clinical biochemistry laboratory, mostly coming over to visit Y/N whenever they were working on cardiac infection cases together. - I looked at the file you gave me. CRP is actually present but quite low, could be recovery phase from an infection. My guess with abdominal pain would be a UTI. 

     - You reckon it hit recovery phase by itself? 

     - Listen, some pharmacy assistant might’ve given him antibiotics. Who knows but I’d get a urine analysis, do some cultures and see how’s it going but from my point of view, it’s in recovery phase. 

    - You’re a superstar, Peter. - she hugged him just as the lift doors opened. - You’re going up?

    - Yeah, it’s dinner time. I think they’re serving meatballs today. Exciting stuff. - the two stepped onto the lift. - Miriam said Dr. Stan came down today. You’re still giving him hell?

    - I am not giving him hell. He’s just constantly sending samples either mislabelled or misplaced and he expects me to lecture his nursing staff about it. 

    - I don’t know, Y/N. Back at university you spent 2 hours arguing an answer with a lecturer, I just think you like arguing. - he chuckled as the doors opened onto the floor where the cafeteria was. - Or maybe you like arguing with Dr. Stan. 

Before she could complain about the snide comment, Peter took to having a chat with a nurse he was particular sweet on leaving Y/N with her mouth open ready to argue and a finger pointed at him. She rolled her eyes, collecting herself as she released her hair from the ponytail which held it safely high up so her scalp could rest for a few hours before it had to go back up. Walking into the green lit cafeteria, the room was filled with half asleep medical staff digging through the bland food like mindless zombies. She did not blame them, she too sometimes would switch off her brain during breaks but lately all the free time she had was dedicated to applications after applications, despite the fact she kept getting rejections every single day. 

The scientist grabbed a worn out plastic blue tray, getting a batch on weirdly shaped meatballs from the cafeteria lady as well as some odly too yellow noodles. Hey, it is food, her brain told her as she grabbed a diet Pepsi and a slice of apple pie which was the only eatable dessert around. 

     - Didn’t you owe me dinner?

     - You almost made me drop my tray. - she gave the resident doctor a dirty look, gripping tighter onto the tray. - And I’ll be damned if I ever owe you dinner but I do have your blood culture results and we did sort out your weird infection case.

      - It is not my infection case. 

     - Fine, your patient’s infection case. God heavens if any interns knew that you had an infection, that way they wouldn’t fawn over you. - she rolled her eyes at him, setting her tray in the first table she came over. He did the same, placing his tray right in front of hers before sitting in the metal chair with a cocky grin.  - Go away, I’ll send over the report to your office. 

      - Have you not figured it out yet and trying to buy yourself more time? Or are you trying to escape the dinner date you set up with me?

      - That might work on your interns but not on me, Stan. Besides, it is an infection.

       - But there’s no worrying levels CRP besides, what about the abdominal pain? Surely CRP and white blood cells would be off the roof. 

       - Okay, since you probably missed Biochemistry in med school I will explain it to you. The CRP levels are high during initial phases and lower down during resolve. Your patient is probably on recovery phase already. Recovery means it is fixing itself. Do you need me to explain CRP to you?

     - If you pulled that out with any other doctor, you would’ve gotten told off.

     - Other doctors don’t ask me stupid questions. - she pointed her fork at him. - Dr. Mackie never sends the samples in the wrong vials. 

     - What about the blood cultures?

     - Congratulations, Dr. Your patient is not septic. It’s most likely localised but I’d suggest ordering some X-rays if you wanna localise where it actually is. I wash my hands of your troubles. - she shrugged, wrapping her fork in the spaghetti laying on her plate. - Need anything else, Dr. Stan?

      - I remember being promised a dinner date.

      - You should get your ears checked, the only thing I promised you was data and you’re lucky I also gave you a data ana ... - the scientist was interrupted by her pager beeping loudly against her belt. She grumbled, looking down at her belt with a look that would scare  anyone. - Duty calls.

       - How convenient it went off now. 

       - Unlike you, Dr. Stan, I have a team to lead.

       - Sounds complicated, Y/N. You sure you don’t need a babysitter?

She turned around as she was about to leave, raising his middle finger at him before rushing down the hall as her pager beeped uncontrollably. So much for not paging her during dinner time. Someone better be dying, she thought to herself as she slide her card into the door slot to get access. What she came in contact with was not what she was expecting from a laboratory of trained professionals. Miriam was holding one of the trainees head forward whose nose was bleeding all over her worktop bench.

      - Miriam, what the fuck?

      - Don’t look at me. Thomas ... - she squinted at the boy whose head she was holding forward. - Started bleeding when he smelled the knee aspiration.

      - Oh no. - Y/N put some gloves on before walking over to the two. - Okay, Miriam call a code orange. I’ll take Thomas upstairs and get him sorted.

      - It’s so stinky.

      - I know. - Y/N handed them two cotton balls from the jar to her left. - Put  them up your nose.

What would be a day in the laboratory if a newbie didn’t either faint or got nose  bleeds from samples? Definitely not a day in her laboratory. She looked around the busy hospital grounds, trying to find any free, available nurses but they were all overworked. No wonder why, whenever midnight rolled around, people started coming in left and right from club brawls and the grounds were always a nightmare.

      - What you got there, Miss Y/L/N? Is this how you lead your team?

      - Fuck off, Stan. I do not have time to listen to your comments, I need to find a nurse.

      - What happened, kid? - Sebastian looked to the 19 year old medical laboratory assistant holding cotton against his nose. - Lab that bad? Come on, I’ll fix you up.   

      - Thanks. - she mumbled, following the two men into one of the free areas. Thomas sat on the table while Sebastian pulled up a chair to sit in, Y/N remaining up on her feet. 

      - So kid, what happened? Y/N rough you up too much?

      - He got a nosebleed from the smell of a knee fluid from an aspiration. - Y/N replied to him, much to Thomas delight who felt more than embarrassed about the situation he was in. - Is this what you’re doing now, Dr. Stan? Minor cases? Did the chief of medicine finally realised you’re unqualified?

      - No. - he spoke as he pointed out his light at the trainees nose, to look for any specific damage. - One of my patient’s in critical care but it seems to have stabilised for now at least. 

      - Oh ... sorry. What happened to them?

      - Sepsis. - he turned off the lights. - Listen kid, it’s nothing to bad. Just stay sat here and firmly pinch the soft part of your nose, just above your nostrils, for about 15 minutes. Don’t forget to lean forward and breathe through your mouth. Me or one of the nurses will come check on you after to see if it has improved but so far, so good.

     -  I’ll return to the lab. Page me when you’re ready to return, okay? - she gave the young starter a kind smile before pulling the curtains and letting him be. Unfortunately for her, Stan would not let her be. - Keep it.

     - How weak are your staff? How are they gonna react to when they actually see infected body parts?

     - I said keep it. - she crossed her arms, ready to leave and return to the laboratory until she remembered something. She turned around on her heel, passive aggressive smile on her lips as she leaned her head on her shoulder. - Also, Dr. Stan, the infected tissue samples you sent us had the wrong birthdate on them.

     - C’mon Y/N.

     - They’re on hold until you speak with the laboratory manager about them. Good luck.

He opened his mouth to fight with her but she had already gotten into the elevator. The rest of her shift was pretty uneventful with her and a few of her colleagues having to pick up the pace to get everything sorted before they left. Miriam and her fiance left first at 1AM leaving Y/N to count the minutes til 2 AM rolled around. Once the clock read 2AM, like a speeder, she was out of that laboratory and into the elevator before anyone could call her. Walking to her parking spot, the sky was dark, the lot light by harsh yellow barely brightening. As she walked over to the second handed baby blue Fiat 500, she noticed someone hunched over and sat on the top of a black new model Audi, smoke coming out from his cigarette. Normally, she would’ve just avoided it and gotten into her car to go home but the turquoise scrubs were much too familiar at this point.

    - Dr. Stan? - her boots hit the gravel as she stood just a few meters away from him. - Do they not teach you in medical school that smoking increases the chance of lung cancer?

    - Not now, Y/N. - no sarcastic remark? That was a new one. He threw the cigarette butt onto the ground once it was all over, feet rubbing it against the gravel. - Not now.

    - I thought your shift finished at 1:30? Pulling overtime hours? Someone needed your assistance? Death time?

    - My septic patient died. - she immediately wished she hadn’t said anything. Death was not something she particularly dealt with. Surely, some results were awful, specially in cases of ultra resistant bacteria showing up in the blood but that’s what they were, results. She didn’t see the patient, in all honesty all she would know the patient would be by a barcode number. - Sepsis quickly lead to organ failure. I don’t understand ... she was getting better.

    - Sepsis is unpredictable. You did the best you could do. 

    - And you’d know? All you do is be in the laboratory and do tests. What would you know about it?

    - Okay ... - she put her hands on her hips. - Are you on any antibiotics, prescription pain killers, sedative drugs, statins or any antidepressants?

     - I don’t see the point. 

     - The bar nearby has a discount for hospital staff. It’s only a five minute walk and everyone else is so miserable, you don’t feel bad about being miserable.

     - I’m not going to the bar in my scrubs, Y/N.

     - If you’re okay wearing those ... - she pointed at his scrubs. - Then you are okay wearing them at the bar.

She was right, the bar did look miserable. Not in a miserable way which would require regulation to shut down the place but miserable in a way one would just be at home wallowing in their pity with a pint of beer and right now that was all he needed. He sat in a sticky red booth, in front of her with a pint of beer while she picked a cocktail from the menu.

     - You don’t seem like the type of girl who’d come here.

     - And I’m not but they sell really cheap burgers at lunchtime. - she put her hand under her chin. - Besides, I’ve done this before.

     - When did you convince someone to come to the bar because their patient flat lined?

     - You know Dr. Liam Watts?

     - Surgery residency? I’ve heard about him before. - her lips tensed in a straight line as she leaned her head on her shoulder. - No. You’ve been here with Bucktooth Watts before? 

    - Yeah... even after he clearly needed support after he couldn’t save his first patient, he still decided to take me on a date here.

    - I’m sorry, you dated Bucktooth Watts? - he chuckled, downing whatever was left of his pint, signalling the bartender to bring him another one.

   - This is why we don’t hang out. He’s not bucktoothed. 

   - Sure, sure. I see the appeal, I mean over Christmas at least you have someone to cut the carrots. 

The night went onwards with a bunch of maybe irresponsible drinking. Y/N was two mojitos in and she was already tipsy and giggling like a school girl, not really used to drinking. Sebastian was in the same state as her, trying not to laugh at everything as they stepped outside to grab a taxi. At least both of them were conscious enough to decide not to drive.

   - No, you did not get locked in the vroom cupboard during your residency. - she held her belly as she laughed.

   - I did and my senior doctor did not notice I was gone. I was stuck there for 5 hours.

   - Oh god. - she held herself against the wall. - I always knew you were a clutz. You know, you’re the only doctor who hasn’t told off his nurses about the blood  bottles.  

   - Can I tell you a secret? - he whispered mid laughter. - I am afraid of them.

   - Oh my god. - she held her hand on his shoulder covering her mouth with the other one. - See, this is why I constantly argue with you. You’re soft, doctor.

   - Arguing with you is the best part of my day. You look really hot when you’re telling me off.

   - You look terrible when I tell you off. - the two of them stopped laughing, looking into each other eyes for the first time since they’d been out of the laboratory. Maybe it was the alcohol but at that moment, the best idea to the two of them was to lean towards each other, his hands grasping each side of her waist as they connected the space between them, getting together into a hot long kiss.

Prompt 5: “What’s that smell… are you making cookies?” + 60. “I feel like there’s more frosting on you than on the gingerbread.” + 75. “Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays, love.”

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Requested: Yes, by anon. 

Pairing: Yukio Okumura/Reader

Word count: 1,5k + bonus at the end 8)

SFW.

Warnings: takes place after current manga events. Read the bonus plz 8)

Beta-read by @/no-remorse. Thank you! <3

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Your ball pen scribbled on the paper angrily, causing you to hum in defeat sixth time this day. You facepalmed and looked at the mug with hot chocolate, that was now only half-full. Getting suspicious, you furrowed your brows and squinted at the mug - where was that mountain of tiny marshmallows you had put earlier? Did one of your familiars decided to prank you and - unintentionally - make your day a little bit worse than it already was?

Before you could summon them, what suddenly dawned upon you was your very own thought - that YOU did, in fact, eat all the marshmallows. Furthermore, prior to the eating, you thought it was a good idea to count them all; you don't get the chance to procrastinate very often, especially in front of your very important paper.

Swallowing the last amounts of the sweet, brown liquid in a few gulps - you decided to head downstairs to clear your mind and check on Yukio, who a few hours ago claimed to go and help Rin in the kitchen. As you were going down each step, the smell of baking pastries filled your nostrils; the smell so good that you felt was almost seductively inviting you to the hot room. Despite the internal battle to resist further distraction, you gave in.

“What’s that smell… are you making cookies?”

Upon entering the kitchen and awaiting hearing the answer, you almost collided with running Rin, who screamed as he made his way to the oven. You stared at him, rising one of your brows; you watched as he hurriedly took the baking tray out and place it on the counter nearby. Half-demon sighed, voicing his frustration out loud.

"You should go and take a break, I can watch the cookies in the meanwhile. And yes, we are," You hear Yukio say after placing the dirty mug in the sink. He was cutting out the cookies with many different cutters and seemed not to take his eyes off them, even if talking to Rin. His brother whined, not fully convinced, "I don't know, man... I'm kinda scared to leave you alone with... all that baking..." he murmured the last part, but - much to his dismay - Yukio's sharp ears picked it up, for which he got scolded anyway.

"Hey! It's just baking, I am able to turn off the oven and get the baking tray out, okay?!" Yukio slammed his fist against the table, causing one gingerbread man to fall off. You watched them in entertainment, picking the cookie up and placing it back on the parchment paper, "Alright, boys. I'll help Yukio in the kitchen, you go get a nap, Rin. You look like shit." you said honestly, playing with Yukio's brown locks lightly. Rin appeared to be fake-offended by what you said, but eventually, he agreed; his apron has been hung on a rack and he left the kitchen, heading to the shower first - after all, baking for all day long has taken a toll on him.

You shifted your attention to Yukio, who still kept quietly cutting out the cookies; you placed a soft kiss on his forehead and messed his hair up in a joking manner to annoy him. You asked him if he needs any help with his current task, but Yukio only shook his head, and politely declined. You sat next to him and started to cure your boredom by observing Yukio's face - even if it still seemed to be a little annoyed, you knew that deep down, he's happy. After all those events, his relationship with his twin brother was getting better; he's been reaching out to him more and more by himself, even if the activities were rather trivial - nonetheless, Rin appreciated that and the fact, that his brother wanted to fix their broken relationship was enough for him already.

"Can you... stop looking at me like that?" he asked embarrassed, blushing ever so slightly, "Have you finished your paper?"

"No," you started to nudge one of the cookies with your nail, only to get your hand lightly slapped away by Yukio, "I haven't. I couldn't focus, but I have most of it done already." You answered somewhat coldly, checking out your rainbow-colored nails. Yukio noticed your irritation, concluding that it was better to let you have a break, so he could later help you.

Yukio readjusted his glasses with his arm, placing the cookie cutters on the table, "Do you wanna... decorate the cookies with me?" he asked shyly, glancing at the full baking tray that Rin left on the counter earlier. You perked up, nodding your head happily, and stood up to get everything ready - you got the unbaked gingerbread cookies ready on the baking tray, then got decorating supplies ready on the table that Yukio had cleaned up with a damp cloth. You carefully arranged the cookies next to each other, then sat down and waited for Yukio, that was getting out another batch of cookies from the oven.

Your legs were dangling as you observed him getting closer and closer, your eyes not leaving his hips until he sat down with a loud "thump"; he glared at you playfully, "No shame. Not at all..." he murmured, receiving a kiss in return, "Well, we have everything. Do you wanna sta-" he stopped mid-sentence, noticing that you had already started decorating. He sighed heavily, grabbed one gingerbread cookie, and cracked a smile when he heard you giggle at his overdramatic reaction.

There was quite a variety of different flavored frosting types on the table - banana, strawberry, coconut, toffee, chocolate, and more - Rin really seemed to buy every single one. Yukio worked precisely with his frosting pen, giving a reindeer-shaped gingerbread a smiley face, as well as red, strawberry-flavored antlers and bright nose. The reindeer got "extremely long, white legs"  - or what Yukio claimed to be - socks, as well as a light brown body made out of toffee-flavored frosting. As the brown-haired male proclaimed that the gingerbread is done, his hand reached for another one - this time, the cookie happened to be in the shape of a snowflake. The curiosity within got the best of him though, and even though he started to decorate it - his sight wandered onto you.

You, on the other hand - managed to somehow decorate six gingerbread men already; your face was covered with yellow frosting, as well as your lips.

Is this why the banana one vanished so quickly?

"[Y/N],"

You looked at his face innocently, blinking at him, "Yes?"

“I feel like there’s more frosting on you than on the gingerbread.”

"Wow. I just needed to see if it was eatable. Besides, I worked hard on my cookies, you know!" you declared, dropping your frosting pen and crossing your arms.

Yukio laughed softly, tapping your shoulder to make you face him.

You turned your head to gaze at his face, but before you could do that - you felt a pair of warm lips in the corner of your very own.

"I know you worked hard. And I do love every single one. I just... I'm sorry that I don't say things like that more often, and I'm sorry that I used to leave you thinking that I don't appreciate things you do... for me. For everyone. I-"

You pulled his chin and crashed your lips onto his to silence his neverending rambling.

After making sure the kiss was long enough for him to shut up, you pulled apart first, "I know, Yukio. We talked about it," you started, "I love you. I know you always wanted the best for me, hell, you still do now. I always knew you cared, even if you didn't say anything."

He leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

“Merry Christmas, love.”

"Merry Christmas to you too, my babycakes."

Yukio inhaled sharply, "...This one time," the air he sucked in got exhaled through his nose, "I will agree to be your babycakes."

  Bonus:

"Alright, guys! Good job with the cookies!" Rin exclaimed happily, grinning at the pile of gingerbread cookies, "And none got burned! I'm impressed!" He placed his arms on his hips, standing proudly. "Yeah, whatever. We ran out of the frosting too fast," you yawned, rubbing your eyes, "Anyway, I gotta go and finish my paper. See ya, boys." You kissed them both on the cheeks and left the kitchen, lazily getting upstairs.

Yukio was doing the dishes, as the growing pile of dirty plates and bowls seemed to frighten him.

Rin finished brooming and wiped the sweat off his face, then looked mischievously at his twin brother.

"So, babycakes, huh?"

Yukio flinched, choking on his own spit.

Yet, you still wonder what made Rin laugh so hard he passed out that day.

Saturday 16 May 1840

[up at] 3 35/”

[to bed at] 12 10/”

Reaumur 14 1/2º at 4 a.m. in our room and Fahrenheit 65.º (both marked on same little Bate London thermometer) breakfast – rice and tea – washing up, and not off till 5 10/” – at 1st station at 6 8/” i.e. 15 versts in 58 minutes! beautiful morning – sun hot now at 6 1/4 – fine rich pasture valley, grass and herbage, thistles, etc. all along – much cattle – station house just like that last night of Karamarianskoi – the 2 first of this kind

5 10/” to 6 8/” Karamarianskoi to Kululinskoi                    15

6 35/” to 8 35/” Karamarianskoi to Novoshemacha      18 1/2

                                                                                           33 1/2

low, one story building – 2 wings and a front something of this sort

one door in each wing and a room, and 2 doors in the front and a room on each side of each of these 2 doors – very fairly off last night – better than in our Caravanserai at Elizabethpol – en route again at 6 35/” – at 7 1/4 at river – and river at 8 20/”  and at 8 25/” village and station house of Novo Shemacha (new Shemacha) – a general just gone, has taken 16 pair of oxen to get him up the mountain – no horses, nobody allowed to have horses but the post – no oxen – alight for the day – Ann and I went out immediately and sauntered about till 10 1/2 – a little Gastinoi Dvor bazaar, at a little distance in front of the village well supplied with the usual commodities hereabouts – Dried fruits and nuts (walnuts and filberts almonds) and dates and jujubes, and rock salt, and garance (madder) the root called .  . .  .  . but the root ground to a fine powder is the henna with which they stain dye their nails a red orange colour – there was also abundance of the yellow green powder with which they dye their beards black – there were several sorts of cake (apparently of wheat flour) and split peas and beans and lentils, and a largeish roundish 1/4 inch or less thick queer dark looking cake which they let us taste, a veritable plum cake i.e. of plums dried and pressed into this shape – there was a butcher’s shop, and the man killed a sheep (fat-tailed)  before our eyes – cut its throat and let it bleed to death – several little saussage /sic/ shops – the sausages in all stages of preparation, and also ready cooked to eat – there was also a plat of eggs poached in oil and eaten with cake, 1/2 dozen men at one dish – dipped in the cake, and took out the egg with their fingers, and one of the men held out a bit for me to taste – I ate it off the man’s fingers and found it very eatable – sauntered down ino a nice garden – 3 or 4 houses (low mud-covered places as usual) but carpeted and neat within – the women flocked round us ditto their husbands (or 1 or 2 men) – they had largeish, oblong shallow cartons in their rooms under the stone bench full of silk worm eggs placed on mulberry leaf buds –  a youth offered us green plums (magnum bonum just well set) to eat carefully taking out the little kernel which they made us understand was unwholesome –  they took us to another cottage where the husband was weaving a Tchadra veil of the women of the country – shewed us one – price 3 monāt i.e. 3/. Silver rubles – sat down to my accounts at 11 –  dozed over them – lay down – slept till 3 – then till now 5 1/2 finished my accounts – then at Journal and map till dinner at 7 1/4 to 8 20/” – then preparing bed etc. etc. till now 9 1/2 –  then at Journal again till now 11 p.m. beautiful night – Reaumur 14 3/4º and Fahrenheit now 11 25/” p.m.

Anne’s marginal notes:

general Fezey commandant at Kuba – who we met at Madame Latchinoff’s, and found at Baku.

Henna.

NB: All unannotated (no links, explanations, illustrations etc.) entries will be annotated in the future and reposted.

WYAS page: SH:7/ML/E/24/0106

Force of Life part 3

After everyone had finished their tasks, they all meet up by Bones and Oddball. Bones had gone through the medical supplies and sorted through what was most important and repacked so that was at the top for easy access.

“General we found some berries, or at least I think they’re berries, when we went to collect the water.” Trapper held out a tin filled with magenta colored berries. “We don’t know if they are eatable though and the only way to check is if someone tried a couple of them.”

“We also found a fresh water stream and we filled all the bottles and containers that we could find.” Waxer smiled, knowing how important drinkable water is. “We filled enough so that Bones can use some of it to clean wounds and stuff if he should need it.”

Bones gratefully took the containers with water from Waxer and wet a piece of cloth to wash Oddballs face from blood and dirt.

“Good work Waxer, Trapper.” Obi-Wan nodded. “I’ll try the berries when we stop and make camp for the night.”

“Hold up just one second.” Cody protested. “Who says you’re the one who will try the berries, berries that I might add could be poisonous?! You are injured and, if it has escaped your notice, your sternum movies in a way it’s not supposed to!”

“I am the only one here who can filter or neutralize the poison, if they are poisonous in the first place, with the help of the force.” Obi-Wan calmly explained. “I will have to do it before I get any more painkillers though, otherwise I’ll just filter that to.”

“I hate when you use logic and sense to win an argument.” Cody sighed but smiled slightly sad.

“Logic is invincible, because in order to combat logic it is necessary to use logic.” Obi-Wan smiled and took Codys hand in his.

“If you two love birds are done, we are ready to move out.” Bones announced with a smirk.

Cody glared at his vod but let go of Obi-Wans hand and went to help Longshot carry the stretcher with Oddball on it. They all made their way slowly towards the forest with Obi-Wan leading the way.

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The thing between Obi-Wan and Cody was very new, so new that they hadn’t really talked about it yet. They both knew that there was something between them, something powerful, unnamed. Obi-Wan had felt drawn to Cody from the beginning, like Cody was the answer to all of Obi-Wans questions.

‘Oh stop it you dramatic old man.’ Obi-Wan silently chided himself. He looked up towards Cody, who was leading the group forward, having switched out from carrying the stretcher around an hour ago.

“I think we should stop for the night.” Crys advised looking up at the sky, which had started to darken.

“Good call Crys.” Obi-Wan smiled kindly.

As Gearshift and Threepwood placed the stretcher with Oddball down; Bones came over to check on him while the rest did their best to set up camp. After a while Bones walked over to Obi-Wan but didn’t say anything just started to check his injuries.

“How are you feeling?” Cody asks from behind Obi-Wan, placing his hand on his lower back.

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by Bones.

“Don’t lie and/or leaving anything out.” Bones glared. “And before you even think about it, lying by omission is still lying.”

“I was going to say that I have a hard time breathing and the pain has been manageable. I have been using a force technique to help but I do think that the pain medication you gave me is starting to wear off.” Obi-Wan wearily told the still glaring medic.

“I’ll go and get you some more but I need you to eat a ration bar first.” Bones sighed. “Pain killers are never good on an empty stomach.”

A short time later they were all sitting around the make shift fire pit. Obi-Wan looked over to Trapper, “Do you still have those berries Trapper?”

“Yeah, are you going to try them now?” Trapper asked taking the tin with barriers out of his bag and giving it to Obi-Wan.

“I’m still not comfortable with this.” Cody grumbled at the same time as Obi-Wan took the tin from Trapper.

“I know Cody, but I’m the only one who can.” Obi-Wan smiled kindly and then put three of the berries in his mouth. Everyone was sitting and waiting with bated breath for something to happen. Bones was staring intensely at Obi-Wan in case he had to rush over there if the berries turns out to be poisonous.

“They are sweet with a hint of tartness to them.” Obi-Wan explained after a while and everyone breathed out a sign of relief.

“What is wrong with you?!” Cody snapped at Waxer who had started to laugh almost hysterically.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Waxer had tears running down his face due to laughing so hard. “But General, your tongue and mouth are almost glowing magenta.”

Everyone turned and looked at Obi-Wan and started to laugh. The berries had stained Obi-Wans tongue and teeth a glowing magenta, which looked absolutely hilarious. Here was the famed Negotiator and dignified Jedi Master with magenta color glowing from his face.

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As the night went on and it got darker, they started to notice that the flora and fauna on this planet where very different from many others. Trapper was the first to see that the berries still in the tin started to glow the darker it became. When he pointed this out to the rest of them, they saw that it was not just the berries but all of the flora and fauna all around them.

“It’s so beautiful.” Obi-Wan whisper was heard by the others and they made noises of agreement.

“I wonder what makes them glow?” Crys asked fascinated.

“There could be a number of explanations to that question.” Obi-Wan began. “Sadly, I can’t really tell you, I was not the best at flora and fauna studies at the temple. Now my former Master could probably have given you an in-depth lecture on it.”

“Who was your former Master? If you don’t mind me asking.” Longshot asked.

“His name was Qui-Gon Jinn and he was one of the most stubborn men I have ever known. Always arguing with the council and doing what he felt was right and blamed it on ‘following the will of the force’.” Obi-Wan laughed.

“’Was’ general?” Crys asked carefully.

“He died a long time ago.” Obi-Wans smile turned sad.

“What happened?” Waxer wondered.

“You don’t have to tell us.” Cody quickly reassured.

“Over a decade ago, when I was still a padawan, we got a mission to negotiate with the trade federation about the blockade they had put around Naboo. It didn’t go exactly like planed and we ended up escaping the planet with the Queen. On our way of planet, we were hit and our hyperdrive was damaged, damaged enough that we could not make it to Coruscant.” Obi-Wan took a pause to drink a little water. “We ended up on Tatooine and my master went in to a nearby town to try and find a compatible hyperdrive. A few days later he returns with a hyperdrive but instead of getting on the ship he turns around to go back into town because he has ‘unfinished business’.”

“Do you want another stim, General?” Bones asks as Obi-Wan pauses again, having notice the small flinch. He administrates it after a nod from Obi-Wan.

“Anyway, a couple of hours later this sand covered kid runs onto the ship saying that Qui-Gon is in trouble and said to take off. I rush to the cockpit and see Qui-Gon in an intense saber-battle with a black clad figure. I order the pilot to fly low and go to open the hatch, my master jumps on to the ship to get away from his opponent and we fly off. When he has had time to breath he turns to the kid and says ‘Anakin Skywalker, meet Obi-Wan Kenobi’.” Obi-Wan laughs at the looks he’s getting from his avid listeners. “So we get back to the temple and Qui-Gon tells the council about the black clad figure, who he thinks is a Sith. The council does not believe him and we are sent on our way to keep protecting the Queen as she goes back to Naboo. A long story short we meet up with the black clad figure on our way into the palace of Theed and Qui-Gon and I stay back to fight him. After a long battle me and Qui-Gon are separated by some forcefields and I’m forced to watch the Sith stab my master trough the chest. After the forcefields go down I defeat the Sith and then I run over to my Master. He died in my arms, his last words to me was him making me promise to train Anakin, which is a decision I have never regretted.” Obi-Wan finishes his story.

“I’m sorry about your loss.” Cody squeezes Obi-Wans shoulder.

“Yeah we’re sorry General.” The others agree.

Before anyone can do anything, else Boil asks, “I thought you said this planet was supposed to be uninhabited?!”

“It’s supposed to be.” Obi-Wan answer confused.

“Then who are they?” Boil asks nodded to the ones surrounding their camp.

"HEALTH is Wealth

"Health is wealth" is a well known proverb often quoted by our parents and teachers. When people meet, they usually ask one another "How are you?" "How are you getting on?"

*Health is precious and certainly a great blessing of Allah Almighty. Hygienic environment personal cleanliness, wholesome food and a regular way of life are conducive to health. Early to bed and early to rise. meals at regular times ,recreation and rest are sure to make a man healthy wealthy and wise. Young people. Who have plenty of energy ,need to take vigorous athletic exercises in the fresh open air.

*In case we feel ill overworked or dreadfully sick, we consult a good doctor. He gives us a tonic , or prescribes a special diet. “You are working to hard"

he may say ,"that's what the trouble is. You cannot go on burning the candle at both ends"

*Sometimes staying at one place, year in and year out, tends to make us weary and stale. It is a signal that what we need is a complete change on our environment. If we go to some other place at the hills or in the countryside, it does us a world of good. Change of environment and fresh air are better than all in the tonics in the world. Eating out is generally avoided by health-conscious men and women. Home-made eatables are the safest and the best in the world.

*T.V has changed our lifestyle completely. Everybody goes to bed late, So he cannot get up early in the morning. Early rising is a key to good health.

*We should get up early in the morning. We should brush our teeth and take bath daily. Meals should be taken at regular time. Overeating is dangerous to health. If we take some fruit daily, it will be better for our health. Clean clothes, good habits and un-polluted atmosphere is very essential for our health.

*Diabetes and high blood pressure are common diseases these days. If we pray to Allah and follow the teachings of the Holy Prophet (S.A.W) , it will give us peace of mind. A peaceful mind and a relaxed body will never get high blood pressure.

*We should avoid tension , fear , anxiety and anger. We should work,sincerely and leave the results to Allah. Undisciplined life is dangerous to health.

*A sound sleep is needed for a sound mind and body. Irregularity in sleeping hours causes sleeplessness.

*Smoking and too much use of coffee and tea is not good for health.

*If we wish to enjoy good health, we should take exercise, simple food, rest and have peace of mind. Peace of mind can be had by praying to God. Such prayers can heal our sickness and console our mind.

*The sick man is unhappy. He is mentally upset. If we wish to enjoy good health, we should take exercise regular.

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Saturday, 16 May 1840

3 35/’’

12 10/’’

Reaumur 14 1/2º at 4 a.m. in our room and Fahrenheit 65º (both marked on same little Bate London thermometer) breakfast – Rice and tea – Washing up, and not off till 5 10/’’ – 

At 1st Station at 6 8/’’ i.e. 15 v.[versts] in 58 minutes! beautiful morning – Sun hot now at 6 1/4 – Fine rich pasture valley, grass and herbage, thistles, &c. all along – Much cattle – 

Station House just like that last night of Karamarianskoi – The 2 first of this kind low, one story building – 2 wings and a front something of this sort – One door in each wing and a room, and 2 doors in the front and a room on each side of each of these 2 doors –

Very fairly off last night – Better than in our Caravanserai at Elizabethpol – En route again at 6 35/’’ – 

At 7 1/4 at river – And river at 8 20/’’ and at 8 25/’’ village and Station House of Novo Shemacha (New Shemacha) – A General just gone, has taken 16 pair of oxen to get him up the mountain – No horses, nobody allowed to have horses but the Post – No oxen – Alight for the day – 

Main street of Shemakha in 1849.

A-[Ann] and I went out immediately and sauntered about till 10 1/2 – A little Gastinoi Dvor, Bazaar, at a little distance in front of the village well supplied with the usual commodities hereabouts – Dried fruits and nuts (walnuts and filberts almonds) and oates and jujubes, and rock salt, and garanca (madder) the root called ….. but the root ground to a fine powder is the henna with which they stain dye their nails a red orange colour – There was also abundance of the yellow green powder with which they dye their beards black – There were several sorts of cake (apparently of wheat flour) and split peas and beans, and lentils, and a largeish roundish 1/4 in.[inch] or less thick queer dark looking cake which they let us taste, a veritable plum cake i.e. of plums dried and pressed into this shape – 

There was a butcher’s shop, and the man killed a sheep (fat tailed) before our own eyes – Cut its throat and let it bleed to death – Several little sausage shops – The sausages in all stages of preparation, and also ready cooked to eat – There was also a plat of eggs poached in oil and eaten with cake, 1/2 dozen men at one dish – Disappointed in the cake, and took out the egg with their fingers, and one of the men held out a bit for me to taste – I ate it off the man’s finger and found it very eatable – 

Sauntered down into a nice garden – 3 or 4 houses (low mud-covered places as usual) but carpeted and neat within – The women flocked round us ditto their husbands (or 1 or 2 men) – They had largeish oblong shallow cartons in their room under the stone bench full of silk worm eggs placed on mulberry leaf buds – A youth offered us green plums (Magnum Bonums just well set) to eat carefully taking out the little kernel which they made us understand was unwholesome – They took us to another cottage where the husband was weaving a Tchadra veil of the women of the country – Shewed us one – Price 3 Monāt i.e. 3/- Silver Rubles – 

Sat down to my accounts at 11 – Dozed over them – Lay down – Slept till 3 – Then till now 5 1/2 finished my accounts – Then at Journal and map till dinner at 7 1/4 to 8 20/’’ – Then preparing bed &c. &c. Till now 9 1/2 – Then at journal again till now 11 p.m. beautiful night – Reaumur 14 3/4º and Fahrenheit 65º now 11 25/’’ p.m.

5 10/’’ to 6 8/’’ Karamarianskoi to Kululinskoi                      15               

6 35/’’ to 8 35/’’ K-[Kululinskoi] to Novoshemacha .            18 1/2                                                                                                                  33 1/2                     

[in the margin of the page:]             General Fezey Commandant at Kuba – who we met at Madame Latchinoff’s and found at Baku

[in the margin of the page:]             Henna

Page Reference: SH:7/ML/E/24/0106

Trip to Jaipur the capital of Rajasthan, the land of the Maharajas

This was a stop on my trip to India, a very important stage both for what I saw, and for what I experienced in those few days. I would say that it was 1997, so today it will most likely be easier to move between two cities, in that period to do 200 kilometers it took several hours. The streets were poorly cared for, narrow and full of animals as ever, especially camels that were most likely used for freight transport from one country to another. So we left rather early in the morning, from New Delhi with a basket containing lunch of the day because we didn't count on arriving in Jaipur until the afternoon. The street usually offers many things to see. Small villages that seem lost in time, people working in the fields, some big factory in the distance but this was the only note of modernity we saw. Cars were very few, many bicycles, and many carts. And a lot of animals. Towards the middle of the day, we had only done half the way, stopped in a meadow near the road to eat what we had brought and then left. We stopped a short time later because we punctured a wheel. So we changed it and went in search of a place to accommodate that punctured, also seeing that, for the bad conditions of the road it was very easy to drill again. At one point we see a sign with an arrow that also pointed to a rubber is a rubber is, so we entered a kind of huge courtyard, with a wooden shack at the bottom and other smaller shacks around. Pigs were circling around, and they came right near us. They had no fear of humans. Our guest explained that this was also a hotel. In fact we saw at the bottom of the shack bigger than in front, apart from a long counter, it was completely open, a row of heamaches. The dirt reigned supreme in that place and there were people who came in and drank beer at the counter and looked at us curiously. It took about an hour to get the tyre repaired and in that time I always had a bit of a fear for that desolate place. Luckily they ignored us and we were able to leave safely. A couple of hours before sunset we arrived near Jaipur but since there was still enough light we decided to make a stop before going into town. We went to see Amber's fortress. We did not see the interior of the fortress because it was already closed, we still saw the large square, full of stalls where they sold spices and all kinds of fruit both fresh and dried. There are some wonderful gardens in Amber, located on an island in a lake that I think is artificial. Seen from the top of the fortress are something wonderful. Another feature that impressed me were the monkeys. Many on all sides, which were circling over the walls, between the streets and also in the market. There were also other gardens nearby where we took refuge to escape the heat, and walking barefoot on the fresh grass felt immediately better. There were many people in those gardens, I think tourists although most were Indian. At one point they stopped a group of guys who saw my son's sunglasses and asked if they could try them. One of the boys had a camera and took turns inforking his glasses, the very common Ray-Ban, they photographed each other. They were very happy to have that experience, but it seemed strange to us. They may have seen some publicity that had affected them, but they wouldn't have the opportunity to have them. As soon as we arrived in the city, even this noisy and chaotic as the capital, overflowing with humanity and animals, where the continuous sounds of horns filled the air, we had a nice surprise; the hotel that our guest had booked us. It was just on the outskirts of the city, but what immediately struck us was the silence once we entered the lobby after a very long drive through a gigantic garden. The hotel was wonderful. It was built as the residence of the Maharajas of Jaipur and perfectly retains its elaborate splendor, with beautiful hand-carved decorations in marble and sandstone domes and balustrades. And inside is the best restaurant in the city, located in the French-style ballroom with huge crystal chandeliers. Its gardens are wonderful with peacocks that roam freely and other birds. We were enchanted by everything we saw. From our room, which was immense and gave on a portico with armchairs and wicker tables from which we descended directly into the garden, to the room where we made breakfast, to the two very different bars, to the pool. I mean, everything was perfect. The next evening we dined in that wonderful dining room, where thanks also to an Italian chef we ate really great Italian food. And the evening after dinner stroll in front of the hotel lobby or sit on one of the many cushion-covered sofas placed outside enjoying the coolness of the evening, in the light of torches and candles. In the city of Jaipur we only made tourists going to see everything that was indicated in the tour guides, then the palace of the winds that had been built for the women of Maharaja, who could not leave the palace and who looked at the streets adjacent with the tiny windows that adorned the 5-story facade and inside a whole series of stairs and small niches from which you could see outside comfortably seated. We saw the Royal Palace with a guide who was learning Italian and then struggled to explain everything to us in our language, and shopped in the crowded bazaars. But to return to the evening after the hot, chaotic and deafening day in that oase of peace was priceless. We stayed another day in Jaipur, then left to return to New Delhi but made a detour on the street to go and see the tiger park. Before the park we stopped at a large lake where we could take a boat ride and where I who stayed ashore I fed peanuts to monkeys that were in the surroundings, staying to observe the larger monkeys that removed the peanuts to the pi I was trying to send them away so I could feed those puppies without success. I also had a close encounter with a monkey, always the day we got back we stopped in a small town, to visit the old part that had remained like a century ago and after making some purchases to a kind of bazaar getting back in the car , a monkey grabs the plastic bag I had in my hand and at my refusal to leave it almost slaps me, always trying to rip off my bag. She would have won it if someone hadn't come and kicked her out. But on second thought after my argument with a monkey was a lot of fun, even though it scared me a little bit. Monkeys in India are really from everything. Our guest, who also lives in the capital, tells us that they had to lock both the refrigerator and the pantry, because if they manage to get into the house they can open both and then they take away all the eatable. But they are endured by the people who also feed them and indeed there is also a temple dedicated to monkeys located in Alta, near Jaipur and here the monkeys are considered sacred and are fed and pampered by tourists who buy peanuts especially for them c they are sold at the entrance to the temple. The tour we did inside the tiger park unfortunately was not very successful. We haven't seen one of tigers, but it's normal to think that at that time of year it's very hot and they prefer to lie in the shade in the cool. However, we have seen many other types of animals, which have partly paid off for us. These are areas that do not see tourism anyway and where it is interesting to see small towns, rural life, wells, small shops and life as it takes place away from the big cities. I was left with a memory. We stopped for lunch in one of these small towns and at some sort of inn we asked for food. However, we realized that we had almost no more Indian currency but only dollars, so we asked to be able to pay with these. But they did not accept, so to eat we rummaged through every pocket, every wallet to be able to find some rupee and in the end with what we managed to scrape us 4 or 5 omelettes that we divided among ourselves that we were in 9. On the day of the return to New Delhi we made quite late and so in the dark we were not yet in sight of the city. The traffic gradually went down until it was completely over and every 4 or 5 kilometers we found a patrol of soldiers who always told us the same thing, to get back into the city soon. Our guest explained to us that at night no one travels because it is dangerous. There's a lot of crime especially outside the inner circle. However we were able to return safely and since it was late and at lunch we had eaten only a piece of omelette, our host invited us to eat at a restaurant, one of the best in the city, which made international cuisine. The place was almost all full, but not of families, generally they were couples or groups of men. Very few women. What amazed me was when we went out and headed to where we had parked the car. The road was completely deserted. That street where up to two or three hours before there were huge rickshaws, bicycles, camels and elephants along with a flood of noisy people and continuous sounds of horns. there was just nothing. In fact, in the evening the Indians stay at home, they rarely go out to a restaurant or a movie theater. By the way I have not seen a cinema and very few restaurants and bars. In the evening sit back home after dinner, we might take a walk in the park in front of the house to cool off or play cards after putting the kids to bed. And after a while if I woke up at night I could hear a strange sound almost a verse of a bird. I asked what it was and our guest told us that it is the guardians of the neighborhood who at night go around all areas and exchange that signal to indicate that everything is fine. The neighborhood where we lived was surrounded by a very high wall and the gates that were two were closed in the evening and at night armed guards were turning for the tranquility of the inhabitants. In the neighborhood there was also an emergency room, various shops, hairdressers and a bazaar, but what seemed strange was the pharmacy. Think of a small garage with a metal door. Inside a counter and many small shelves. If you need medication, the doctor marks the amount on the prescription and the pharmacist takes the package and gives you the exact number of pills, putting away what advances. On my trip,I was lucky enough to be in New Delhi on a Friday 17th. Here it is a date that brings bad, in India and the day indicated for weddings. And that night in the city we celebrated a lot of them. We then went out to see the processions of the groom, who pass through the streets and accompany the groom to the chosen place for the ceremony, where the bride is waiting. These processions are very picturesque, they have lights and songs and to get them they carry with them huge batteries. The groom is lavishly dressed and everyone sings and dances walking. We have seen several of these processions, more or less long, more or less rich and following one of these we have arrived at a place where pavilions are mounted that at night resemble castles and temples real with spires and towers that are all fake and where the day after, there is no trace of it. We approached one of these that seemed the most beautiful and next to the entrance we saw an elderly person welcoming guests. We were there to see the procession of the groom, who by the way arrived on horseback. When the Indian gentleman saw us he came towards us and asked if we were tourists. We told him we were Italian and this invited us in. Inside there were tables set up, fountains of all colors and lots of people. At the bottom, covered with golden curtains there were armchairs for the newlyweds where the ceremony would be held. They offered us a drink and a food and when it came time for the ceremony the elderly gentleman took us and took us under the tent and made us sit in the front row. They then told me that for Indians to have foreign guests at the wedding brings good luck. So we were the guests of honor of that wedding that left us speechless in terms of pageantry, both of the clothes of the newlyweds and of the jewels of the bride and the women of the family. And the setting and refreshments were also opulent. The wedding was simple and very beautiful. The exchange of a wreath of flowers, and at the end rose petals that came down from the sky. We passed the next day where the night before there were many pavilions and there was nothing left, not even the garbage, it was a barren, dry area, without a tree, really ugly, but that for one evening turned into many castles from a thousand and one night. One day I'd like to go back to India. Read the full article

The Cave City of Bella

Written by Abid Mir

Translation; Aziz Ejaz

On the way from Quetta to Karachi, a small hotel will come to your right hand somehow twenty to twenty five kilometers before Bella City, where located a turning round, called MahiPeer cross. From here, a road goes to west, take this road and start driving very straight from it and approximately about ten to fifteen minutes drive you need to turn to the south side. From here, there begins a rough and rocky path. That road, however, will lead you to a mysterious place that would be a unique experience for you as a part of your explorations. This area with constructed caves like small lofty rooms between the mountains is called the Cave City.

Two years ago, along with some friends i had explored it but for our beloved Najeeb Sair this was entirely an undiscovered place.

So we reached there under the supervision of Khalil Ronjo. Noor Jatak and his restraining matter of job restrained it with us for longer.

As you descend from the main highway, there the path continuously welcomes you with a scattered and constant population ahead. However It is a nomadic and outskirts population. The exactly real and undefined population of poverty-stricken Balochistan will be seen located at middle of the hills. Just on the next circled turn as you move forward there on the south you take to the rough and rocky path, where children wearing old and torned clothes rush to your car from the wretched tents to ask for something. Try to carry fruit, toffee or something else that would be eatable while you intend to go towards that way, Instead of giving money to children, it would be better to give them something to eat.

There are two separated paths to reach to the Cave City from here. If you have a perfect car and a well-trained driver, you can also select the raod just below from it and that leads you straight up the hill.

However the path situated in downward, there the water of the springs flows, which fluctuates seasonally in a capacity of drainage into more and less. The Bike-riders often take riding through that route, even families who come for picnics try to get the ways from this route because the other path leading to the site is a bit tricky and perturbing. However, the vehicle is safe to drive on this road.

This rough and rocky path will end at exactly straight to the mountain. Now you have to leave the car there and come down the hill. It's also a very good and energetic exercise and sometimes it is an act that make you exhausted and fatigued.

While leaning down from the rocky mountainous region, it requires to cross the spring and walk somehow one kilometer on foot and you find out and reach to a marvelous and outstanding part of the mountains known as the Cave City.

There are hills on the both sides of it, and between them there are intricately and polished carved nests' like caves. The area of the caves stretches for two to three kilometers.

Previously just owing to a healthy friends' becoming abruptly tired and exhausted we were forced back from the initiating steps. This time with the young engertic men went far away particularly.

While capturing photographs we came acroos to meet a local teenager. As he was asked, he told that the area stretches for another one to two kilometers, where it is followed by smaller populations as well.

This is astonishing, the books related to Balochistans' history and archaeological sites, I have yet read or came across to my sight, from them a single book I couldn't find describing the interesting and outstanding place mentioned above.

However there isn't any reference available in any such books regarding the place name and also why it has been called the city of caves.

Today most of the historians are accustomed to sit at the home calm and take the benefits from various books and internet while they start writing about something. This is why the historically blessed island and asset of Balochistan is still undiscovered. There it has a story of it's every rocky and mountainous part, God may knows better, when we will be eligible to read the stories of our ancestors and let the world be appeased of it.

These nesting cave are specially crafted. It seems as if these crafted structures once used to be the means of passing paths. It is also possible that a soldier might has to stay here for a long time and has made these nests for a temporary halt and purpose.

If there was such a historic place in a decent and civilized region, the government would have declared it a national heritage and asset. Even today, if only an accessible road and a public park be made It would also turn to be a source of good generating income for the government and an appreciable work to be praised. But our government is virtually lenient in its ability to earn a good name and status, so any such hope will be absurdly fruitless.

However, after walking on foot two or three kilometers via the rocky paths, we were pretty tired and exhausted.

while moving ahead to cross the fountains, my socks get entirely soaked that i hung on a branch of tree with an idea that I would pick it up when we return back but forgot to recalled just because of the fatigued and tiredness.

Continuously taking photographs on our return via the route, Najib Sair found a rapper on which it was written: "Wi-Fi baij".

The world is enjoying Wi-Fi in space, our people are using hardly to spend the time using Wi-Fi in these mountains.

Say long live to Jam!!

From here we bide goodbye to our host Khalil Ronjo. He went out to his field in his area. We came out of the Empire of Jam, complaining on his political seriousness and laziness and moved towards shaal intended a hope of an excellence journey.

https://haalhawal.com/Story/39765.

Supernatural/Walking Dead AU

Preference: This will only make sense if you have seen the first episode of The Walking Dead and have seen the show Supernatural. I’m glossing over parts of the first episode of The Walking Dead and will be bringing in Dean and Sam instead of Morgan and Duane. With that in mind, here we go:)

Silence and bodies. That’s all Rick can see or hear. Bodies everywhere, and not a single sound, besides the sound of the bugs eating the corpses. 

“What happened?”

Some of the bodies he sees are half eaten, some just shot through the head. The farther from the hospital he walks, the more he sees. And what was that, a tank? Where was the military? Where were the people? What the hell had been going on? Surely there had been some kind of massacre, but who? Why? And most disturbingly, why were some of the bodies eaten?

The next thing that occurred to him was his family. ‘Where are Lori and Carl?’ he wonders. Last thing he could remember was seeing Shane over his bed talking to him with some stupid flowers and before that being shot in the shoulder. ‘I gotta find them’ Rick thinks, and so he starts stumbling towards their house.

By the time he gets to their house, he’s seen more than he can comprehend. Bodies, bodies, bodies. Blood. Gore. Sure, in his time as Deputy Sheriff, he had shot a few people and had gotten use to the shock of seeing the blood and the feeling of just having shot someone, but this was something entirely different. This was completely senseless violence. Maybe a riot had happened while he was in his coma.

After checking the house and seeing that the photos and clothes had been taken, he was initially reassured knowing they were alive but where were they? Not knowing what else to do, he started walking down the street. He had to find someone who knew what was going on. He hadn’t seen as many bodies in the suburb where he was, so he had hope that maybe it had been an isolated event, with all those.... bodies near the hospital. While we he was walking, he suddenly saw someone walking down his street.

“HEY!” Rick yelled. The person turned, paused, and began walking towards him. “Hey! What’s been going on?”

He heard nothing in return. He noticed that this person was staggering and wasn’t walking straight. Maybe he was drunk? Whoever it was, and whatever state he was in, it was better to hear a stuttered out version of events than know nothing.

Finally, the man, Rick could finally identify the gender, was close. But wait... was that blood coming out of his mouth? “Sir?” Rick asked. He heard a sound in response but nothing nearly human. The man started walking faster. “Sir???” Rick started walking backwards; this man was scaring him. He started making scratching movements with his hands and the blood or whatever it was coming out of his mouth in copious amounts. Suddenly, he heard a gunshot and saw the man fall down, dead. “Dammit Sammy, if you’re wrong about this I’m gonna kick your ass!!” Rick turned and saw two men running towards him, both above six feet tall, the first one with short hair and freckles, and the taller one with longer hair and a more muscular build, and both with guns. BIG guns. Rick didn’t have time to process what happened when he felt a sharp pain to the side of the head. “Carl?” he whispered. “Who the hell is Carl?” muttered the shorter one. Rick fell into unconsciousness.

Next thing he knew, he was tied down to a bed, with the two men staring at him. “Wha..” Rick mumbled. 

“See, Dean, I TOLD you he wasn’t one of them! He’s talking!” 

“Oh REALLY. Didn’t you SEE the bandage on his shoulder? Hell, he could be turning Sammy! I told you we don’t save people anymore Sam! It’s just you and me!”

“But Dean--”

“What’s going on?” asked Rick, in a scratchy voice

Silence fell upon the men. They stared at him. Rick looked down and saw that his bandage had been changed. “Wh..... Who are you?” Rick asked.

Silence. “Why do you have that bandage?” asked the shorter of the two men.

“I.... I was shot.”

“Why?”

“I am... was... a deputy sheriff here in town. My partner and I were catching these men and one of them shot me in the shoulder.”

“Do you have a fever?” Demanded the man.

“No?” Why all these questions?

“Were you bit?”

“What?”

“Were. You. BIT.” demanded the man.

“No.”

A look of relief passed over the taller man’s face, but the shorter one still stared straight at him, disbelieving.

“What are you guys doing here anyway? This house belongs to the Hemingways.” 

Dean replied roughly, “We were on a hunting trip when the outbreak started and they were long gone by the time we got here. Shot themselves. Had to drag the bodies out ourselves.”

Rick remained quiet after that comment.

“What’s your name?” asked the taller man.

“Rick... Rick Grimes.”

“My name is Sam Winchester.” replied the taller man.

“And this guy is my brother, Dean.”

The shorter one barely nodded.

“We weren’t sure if you were one of them.” said Sam.

“One of who??” asked Rick, utterly confused.

“Wait. You don’t know what’s been going on?” asked Dean gruffly, with a confused/frustrated expression on his face.

“What?” replied Rick. What the hell is going on?

“We’re gonna leave you here for now but we’ll come back in a little while.” said Sam, with a gentle smile on his face.

As they left, Rick pondered over what just happened. Was he bit? Did he have a fever? What were they talking about?

About two hours later, Sam came back in. “Okay, we’ve got dinner ready. I’ll untie you now.” He looked concerned but was still friendly. Rick rubbed his arms where the ropes had been tied.

After he entered the living room, he noticed some oddities. The windows were all blocked up, eliminating all sources of light, the door was blockaded and nailed shut, and the men were cooking over a metal can with flames coming out of it.

“Come, sit.” said Sam.

Rick sat down and stared at the two men. They were wearing thick leather jackets, with plaid shirts, and had scars covering almost every inch of their bodies. This made Rick nervous. They both looked like they were capable of anything.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re the good guys.” said Sam. Rick was still unsure of that, but Sam seemed honest.

“What’s been going on? Where is everyone? And why did you shoot that man?”

“That wasn’t a man.” grumbled Dean, stuffing his mouth with beans. “That, my friend, was a walker.”

“A walker?”

“Jeeze, what the hell man? You seriously have no idea what’s been going on.”

“No... Like I said, I was in a coma.”

The brothers were silent for a few moments.

“That man wasn’t human.” Dean replied with no remorse in his voice.

“That was a zombie, or a walker cause they keep moving.” “How long has this been happening?” asked Rick, in a state of unbelief.

“Man, you were REALLY out of it, weren’t you, Rick.” said Dean.

“About six weeks ago, the dead started returning back to life.” said Sam.

“It was in smaller outbreaks at first, but soon it spread faster than the common cold. The military came in, but they were... overrun.”

“How is this possible?” asked Rick, dumbfounded. 

“Look man, my brother and I use to hunt these things for a living but these guys.... These are different.” replied Dean, in a surprisingly happier voice. He had finished his meal. “Man I wish we had some pie right now.”

“THAT’S what you’re thinking about??” asked Sam in disbelief.

“What do you mean you did this for a living?” replied Rick. Who were these guys? They sure seem to be dangerous. And pie?

“We use to hunt demons, sirens, ghost possessions, leviathans, every dark creature or monster you can imagine. We use to hunt zombies too, but like Sammy said, these guys are different.” Dean said.

“Wait. So those things are REAL? Demons, ghosts...”

“Yep.” replied Dean bluntly.

Rick took a minute to absorb this. Demons. Ghosts. Anything seemed believable after what he had just seen.

“So.... you hunt these, what did you call them?

“Walkers” Sam said, with his mouth full of food.

“They’re zombies. Like the, eat brains, walk around, kill people kind of zombies?”

“Well, what the hell else did you expect?” Replied Dean gruffly.

“Uh.. I don’t know.”

“Hey, Rick, can you give Dean and I a second?” asked Sam.

“Sure.” said Rick, finally digging into his meal.

The brothers walked across the room, but Rick could hear their whispered conversation.

“Dean, we have GOT to prepare this guy for what’s outside.” whispered Sam.

“Sammy, I told you. We don’t save people anymore. That shit went out the window six weeks ago.”

“Dean, he has no idea what to do. He’ll be killed in a day, maybe less.”

“So? It’s not my problem.”

“DEAN. What would’ve Dad done if he met a stranger with no preparation for the reality out there?”

There was silence for a moment.

“Fine. But come on Sammy, that was a sucker punch. You had to mention Dad didn’t you?”

“I’m just being honest Dean! Dad would’ve still helped this guy out.”

“Fine. We’ll prep him, give him a gun, and he’s out by tomorrow morning.”

The two brothers walked back.

“Okay. So. You said you worked for the sheriff’s department?” asked Sam.

“That doesn’t mean squat anymore Rick. You shoot whatever the hell is dead and walking.” said Dean bluntly.

“But--”

“There ARE no more but’s anymore, Rick.”

“Look, we can give you a gun and whatever you need to last a few days. After that, you’re on your own.” said Sam.

“I do know how to shoot a gun.” replied Rick defensively.

“Look, that’s good, but you’ve got to know where to shoot to make sure they’re really dead.” said Sam.

“Okay, then tell me.”

Over the next two hours, Sam and Dean told Rick how to survive. How to find food to eat, how to make it eatable, where to shoot, everything he needed to know.

“Uh, thanks Sam and Dean.” said Rick.

Dean didn’t respond, still angry that Sam mentioned their dad. What was with that? Did they lose him too?

“Of course.” smiled Sam.

“We better call it a night Sammy. Kill the lights.” Dean said in a commanding voice. Rick saw the two brothers block up any cranny, any tiny hole possible. “Why are you blocking out the lights?” asked Rick.

“Cause light attracts them, you idiot. Weren’t you listening??” replied Dean angrily.

The next day, before the Winchesters kicked Rick out, Rick said, “Hey, I’ve got guns and ammo at the police station. I still have the keys.” The brothers pause, look at each other, and then Dean turns around with a smile and said “Show us the way.”

After arriving at the police station, they showered off, grabbed as many guns as they could manage, and headed out. “Oh, and as a thank you, do you guys need a car?”

The Winchesters went dead silent. Dean looked away, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“Uh, that’s a bit of a tender subject, Rick..... We uh--” said Sam, before Dean cut him off.

“We lost Baby with our dad okay?”

“Baby?” asked Rick.

“Er, the Impala.” replied Sam.

“.....What happened?” asked Rick.

Sam sighed. “We lost the car, most of our weapons, and our dad within the first two weeks of the outbreak. This was when we thought they were normal zombies. Dad got stuck in the car, windows broken in... We had to take him out. But we’ll take a car!”

Rick went and handed him the keys to a vehicle. “You guys will have a radio and I’ll have a radio. If either of us needs backup, use the radio. I’ll keep it on me at all times.”

“Dude, we don’t need--” Dean said

“Thanks Rick. We’ll take it. And here’s a knife for good measure. Sound attracts them.” replied Sam with a smile of gratitude.

As they head out and are outside of the police station, Dean immediately stops. All he whispered was “Walkers.”

As they all look around, they see a herd of walkers coming their way. Not just two or three but thirty. Even though Rick thought he was prepared, he wasn’t. Sam and Dean immediately get into a fighting stance. Rick had never seen two men so ready for battle. He emulated their stance, and prepared himself. 

The walkers arrived and they all started attacking. Stabbing, shooting, kicking behind their knees and stabbing their brains. In the middle of the fighting, he saw Dean backed up against the police station wall, surrounded by ten walkers. There was no way Dean could fight all ten off at once. Rick ran over and started stabbing and shooting. Eventually it was him, back to back with Dean, surrounded by a host of walkers. “Thanks man.” Gasped Dean.

They looked for Sam. He was also surrounded. Dean and Rick immediately came to his rescue. Sure he was a fighter, but there was no way he could fight off that many at once.

After the battle and after checking to see if any of them were infected, the Winchesters and Rick gasp for breath. “Thanks.. Rick.” wheezed out Sam.

“As much as I hate saying it, thanks man. We needed you back there.” said Dean.

“Y’know,” said Rick, “Three is better than two. I know my way around the area, and can help you get out of here. If you guys don’t mind, I’d like to join you guys. I think it could be beneficial for all of us. I could get more training and I could help you guys get out of here. I just need to find my wife and kid.”

The Winchesters paused, looked at each other, talking with their eyes, and Dean finally said, “Sounds good.”

As the three of them left in a police car (”This is a huge step down from Baby.” muttered Dean), they had no idea what lay ahead of them.

EPISTLE OF ST. PAUL, THE APOSTLE, TO 1 Timothy - From The Latin Vulgate Bible

Chapter 4

PREFACE.

St. Paul passing through Lycaonia, about the year A.D. 51 , some of the brethren at Derbe or Lystra recommended to him a disciple, by name Timothy, who from his infancy had studied the Holy Scriptures. St. Paul took him, making him his companion and fellow-labourer in the gospel: and not to offend the Jews, who could not be ignorant that Timothy's father was a Gentile, he caused him to be circumcised. Afterwards he ordained him bishop of Ephesus.

Chapter 4

He warns him against heretics; and exhorts him to the exercise of piety.

1 Now the Spirit manifestly saith, that in the last times some shall depart from the faith, giving heed to spirits of error, and doctrines of devils,

Notes & Commentary:

Ver. 1. In the last times. Literally, last days; i.e. hereafter, or in days to come. --- To spirits of error and doctrines of devils; or, to seducing spirits and doctrines of devils, as in the Protestant translation. The sense must be, that men shall teach false doctrine by the suggestion of the devil. (Witham)

2 Speaking lies in hypocrisy, and having their conscience seared,

Ver. 2. Their conscience seared; hardened: a metaphor from the custom of burning malefactors with a hot iron. (Witham

3 Forbidding to marry, to abstain from meats, which God hath created to be received with thanksgiving by the faithful, and by them that have known the truth.

Ver. 3. Forbidding to marry, to abstain from meats, &c. Here says St. Chrysostom[1] are foretold and denoted the heretics called Encratites, the Marcionites, Manicheans, &c. who condemned all marriages as evil, as may be seen in St. Irenæus, Epiphanius, St. Augustine, Theodoret, &c. These heretics held a god who was the author of good things, and another god who was the author or cause of all evils; among the latter they reckoned, marriages, fleshmeats, wine, &c. The doctrine of Catholics is quite different, when they condemn the marriages of priests and of such as have made a vow to God to lead always a single life; or when the Church forbids persons to eat flesh in Lent, or on fasting-days, unless their health require it. We hold that marriage in itself is not only honourable, but a sacrament of divine institution. We believe and profess that the same only true God is the author of all creatures which are good of themselves; that all eatables are to be eaten with thanksgiving, and none of them to be rejected, as coming from the author of evil. When we condemn priests for marrying, it is for breaking their vows and promises made to God of living unmarried, and of leading a more perfect life; we condemn them with the Scripture, which teaches us that vows made are to be kept; with St. Paul, who in the next chap. (ver. 12) teaches us, that they who break such vows incur their damnation. When the Church, which we are commanded to obey, enjoins abstinence from flesh, or puts a restraint as to the times of eating on days of humiliation and fasting, it is by way of self-denial and mortification: so that it is not the meats, but the transgression of the precept, that on such occasions defiles the consciences of the transgressors. "You will object, (says St. Chrysostom) that we hinder persons from marrying; God forbid," &c. St. Augustine, (lib. 30. contra Faustum. chap. vi.) "You see (says he) the great difference in abstaining from meats for mortification sake, and as if God was not the author of them." We may observe that God, in the law of Moses, prohibited swine's flesh and many other eatables; and that even the apostles, in the Council of Jerusalem, forbad the Christians, (at least about Antioch) to eat at that time blood and things strangled; not that they were bad of themselves, as the Manicheans pretended. (Witham) --- St. Paul here speaks of the Gnostics and other ancient heretics, who absolutely condemned marriage and the use of all kind of meat, because they pretended that all flesh was from an evil principle: whereas the Church of God so far from condemning marriage, holds it to be a holy sacrament, and forbids it to none but such as by vow have chosen the better part: and prohibits not the use of any meats whatsoever, in proper times and seasons, though she does not judge all kinds of diet proper for days of fasting and penance. (Challoner) --- We may see in the earliest ages[centuries] of Christianity, that some of the most infamous and impure heretics that ever went out of the Church, condemned all marriage as unlawful, at the same time allowing the most unheard of abominations: men without religion, without faith, without modesty, without honour. See St. Clement of Alexandria, lib. 3. Strom.

Note 1:

Ver. 3. St. Chrysostom, Greek: om. ib. ou koluomen, me genoioto. St. Jerome, (lib. 1. contra Jovinian. tom. 4. p. 156) Si nupserit Virgo, non peccavit....non illa Virgo, quæ se semel Dei cultui dedicavit; harum enim si qua nupserit, habebit damnationem. See St. Augustine (lib. 30. contra Faust. chap. vi.) both as to marriage and meats.

4 For every creature of God is good, and nothing to be rejected that is received with thanksgiving:

Ver. 4. No explanation given.

5 For it is sanctified by the word of God and prayer.

Ver. 5. It is sanctified by the word of God, and prayer. That is, praying that they may not, by the abuse we make of them, be an occasion to us of sinning and offending God. (Witham) --- The use of all kinds of meat is in itself good; but if it were not, it would become sanctified by the prayer which we usually pronounce over it, and by the word of Christ, who has declared that not that which enters the mouth defiles a man. (Calmet)

6 Proposing these things to the brethren, thou shalt be a good minister of Christ Jesus, nourished up in the words of faith, and of the good doctrine which thou hast attained.

Ver. 6. No explanation given.

7 But avoid foolish and old wives' fables: and exercise thyself to piety.

Ver. 7. Old wives' fables.[2] Some understand the groundless traditions of the Jews; others the ridiculous fictions of Simon Magus and his followers. In the Greek they are called profane fables. (Witham)

Note 2:

Ver. 7. Bebelous.

8 For bodily exercise is profitable to little: but piety is profitable to all things, having promise of the life that now is, and of that which is to come.

Ver. 8. Some think St. Paul alludes in this verse to the corporal exercises of wrestlers, which procured them but a little short renown, whereas the works of piety have a more lasting reward. (Menochius; Tirinus) --- Corporal exercises of temperance, mortification, &c. are good, but not to be compared with the spiritual virtues of charity, piety, &c. (St. Bernard)

9 A faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation.

Ver. 9. No explanation given.

10 For we labor for this, and are reviled, because we hope in the living God, who is the Saviour of all men, especially of the faithful.

Ver. 10. Of all men, and especially of the faithful, who have received the grace of faith. (Witham)

11 These things command, and teach.

Ver. 11. No explanation given.

12 Let no man despise thy youth, but be thou an example of the faithful, in word, in conversation, in charity, in faith, in chastity.

Ver. 12. Let no man despise thy youth. That is, let thy behaviour be such that no one can have occasion to despise thee. He seems then about the age of forty. (Witham)

13 Till I come, attend to reading, to exhortation, and to doctrine.

Ver. 13. Attend to reading, &c. He recommends to him the reading of the Holy Scriptures; which, says St. Ambrose, (lib. 3. de fid. chap. vii.) is the book of priests. (Witham)

14 Neglect not the grace which is in thee, which was given thee by prophecy, with the imposition of the hands of the priesthood.

Ver. 14. Neglect not the grace. The Greek seems to imply the gifts of the Holy Ghost, given by the sacraments,[3] by prophecy; which may signify, when the gift of preaching or of expounding prophets was bestowed upon thee. --- With the imposition of the hands of the[4] priesthood. Some expound it, when thou didst receive the order of priesthood, or wast made bishop: but the sense rather seems to be, when the hands of priests of the first order (i.e. of bishops) were laid upon thee, according to St. Chrysostom. (Witham) --- St. Augustine sayeth that no man can doubt whether holy orders be a sacrament; and that no one may argue that he uses the term improperly, and without due precision, he joineth this sacrament in nature and name with baptism (Contra Ep. Parmen. lib. 2. chap. xiii.) St. Ambrose on this verse understands in the words imposition of hands, all the holy action and sacred words done and spoken over him when he was made a priest; whereby, says the saint, he was designed to the work, and received authority that he durst offer sacrifice in our Lord's stead unto God.

Note 3:

Ver. 14. Gratiam, charismatos.

Note 4:

Ver. 14. Presbyterii, tou presbuteriou. See Luke xxii. 26. and Acts xxii. 5., where presbuterion is taken for a number of Jewish priests.

15 Meditate on these things: be wholly in these things: that thy proficiency may be manifest to all.

Ver. 15. No explanation given.

16 Attend to thyself and to doctrine: be earnest in them. For in doing this thou shalt both save thyself and them that hear thee.

Ver. 16. No explanation given.

SniperxReader Ch 9

The team found out about Reader’s unwanted friend and spring into action.

I entered the war room to see everyone surrounding a table. They were talking calmly, Spy was leading the conversation. "Why don't I just kidnap him and take his head again?" I was slightly taken back by Medic's comment. "Our goal is not to anger their entire team… that little stunt didn't go over too well." I sat down at the back of the room. "Thank you for joining us, Sharpshooter." I looked to the group. "Sorry, I started dinner." Some of them smiled to me, and quickly went back to work. They talked about what they could do differently, how to keep me safe. "So what are you going to do differently (Y/N)?" Jeremy looked to me. "I could stay up in the snipers tower with Snipes." "No. That gives their Spy a quick and easy way to get to you." Sniper was right… "I think it's best that you keep doing what you've been doing. You're hidden and protected." Spy was right, my first instant was the best. Keep hidden with my back protected. I stood and went to check on dinner.

It was obvious that they weren’t coming to the common room for dinner so I brought dinner to them. Demo was asleep as was Sniper. "Hey ya'll hungry?" The men turned to me. "It's that late already…" Engie was flabbergasted. "… Let's go eat and get some rest. We're going to have some training to do tomorrow." Most of them stood and headed to the common room, ignoring the food that I was holding. I turned to head back so they wouldn't be confused. "Ey Lassie!" Demo who I thought was asleep had decided to become chummy with me. "Is that food ya go there?" Demo smiled to me and wrapped his arm around me. He reeked of whatever he drank. "Thank you, it was my turn to cook." He slid off of me and headed back to the common room. I sighed and went and tapped Sniper's legs with my foot. He let out a grunt. "You hungry?" Sniper reached up and tilted his hat back to I could see his eyes. "I'm not up to eating…" I sighed; it was obvious that Sniper was really upset that the enemy Spy had a thing for me too. "I'll try to save you some." I turned form him and headed back to the common room.

All the guys, save Sniper, was sitting at the common room table. "I wasn't expecting ya'll to actually come out of the war room to eat." Soldier slammed his hand onto the table and stood. "There is no eating in the war room!" I set the food down on the table and they started to help themselves. "Guys be sure to save some for Sniper." Jeremy gave a thumbs up. "Thanks guys…" "We should be thinking you. For once theirs eatable food served in this place." I smiled to Spy and turned to walk away. "Hey (Y/N) you going to eat?" I turned back to Del for a moment. "I ate while I cooked." I walked over to the couch and sat down. The men ate in relative quiet... "Where is Sniper?" Heavy looked around the room. "Still in the War Room." Spy stood; "I don't think he should be alone..." Spy started to head that way. "...Theirs no telling what he's thinking." A fork dropped from Demo's hand and he ran from the room. "Am I missing something!" They all looked to me. "I don't think Sniper's that stupid..." I saw Medic shake his head. "He's lost his parents, the only people that have ever cared about him... till you of coarse, he's not about to lose you too." My jaw dropped, Sniper was too smart to run head first into the enemy Spy's hands... Right?

I sat on the couch with Jeremy. He was trying his best to comfort me... It wasn't helping. Sniper was in fact going after the enemy Spy on his own. Spy and Demo were chasing after him with Medic on call in case something went wrong. "Here you go, darling." I looked up to Del he had a cup of tea in his hands. "Thank you." I took the warm cup and he took a seat next to me. "Don't worry about him, he'll be just fine." I shook my head and took a sip. "If he would have been fine why did Demo and Spy run after him?" Del let out a chuckle. "To make sure the enemy makes it out alive." I shook my head again; "I'm supposed to believe that?" Jeremy leaned forward to look at me. "Snips, single handily took down Demo and Miss P. If she hadn't poisoned him they both would be dead." Jeremy leaned back and Heavy spoke up from his poker game. "Da, we were not picked for no reason." I sighed and held the cup tighter. "Now, darling, why don't you go get some rest." Del grabbed my half drunk tea from my hands. "Sniper will be back in the morning." I shook my head. "There is no way that I could possibly sleep knowing that he's in danger." I stood and walked away from the group, letting my feet take me where ever.

I wound up at Sniper's van. I pulled on the door, it was open. I stepped in and looked around. How did a man of his size live in a place this small. For me it was of decent size, still cramped though. One of his spare shirts hung off of the bed ladder. I grabbed it and threw it over myself. I reeked of coffee and had a slight hint of cigarettes and blood. "Please come back to me alive..." I looked around the small camper. A pot of coffee was sitting on a counter untouched. Jars, of what I could only assume were urine, were on the floor by the only door. I shook my head to this and sat down in one of the small chairs that were crammed into the camper. I flipped threw the magizines that were set on the table. Under the stack was a worn photograph. I carefully picked it up, the back was facing me. 'For our lovely boy Mick.' I turned it over and say what I could only assume were Sniper's parents. His mother looked kind, his father not so much. I heard the door of the camper slam open. My head shot from the photograph and to Sniper. "Snips! You're ok!" He looked to me and then to what I was holding. "Yeah, I'm fine... Why are you in my camper?" He walked over and took the photo from me. "I..." I shrunk into his shirt, Sniper seemed mad at me... "I'm not mad at you, just ask next time." He grabbed a cup of coffee and sat across from me. "I'm sorry... I was worried about you." Sniper looked over the photo, and then to me. "It's alright... love." Love? Sniper called me love? "Where have you been; Spy and Demo went looking for you." I looked to Sniper's face for the first time, it was bloody. "I went hunting..." I sighed knowing what he meant. "I guess they stopped you before you could catch your game?" He sneered and looked to me. The angry expression fell from his face. "Is that my shirt?" I blushed and burred myself into it. "Y...Yeah." He gave a half hearted smile. "It looks good on ya." I smiled back to him my face heating up. We sat in silence for a moment before Sniper spoke again. "Were you really worried about me?" He looked back to the photo. "I was, Snips..."

"Please, call me Mick, (Y/N)." He looked back to me and set the photo aside. "With the way Spy and Demo reacted to you being on your own..." I reached out to grab his hand. "...How could I have not been worried." Mick tensed up for a moment, and soon relaxed at my touch. "Jeremy... I mean Scout, said it was more for the enemy Spy..." Mick let out a loud laugh. "And he was right for the first time in his life." Mick settled down after a moment and took his hat off. "Unfortunately we have to do this right... damn Spy's right." I tilted my head to the side. "He has to disappear in combat." I sighed... "Well at least a message has been sent." Mick smiled to me. "And it was a right good one." I looked to him and laughed, he had a big toothy grin on his face. "We should get some rest." I stood, Mick went to follow, but i guess he decided against it. "I'm staying in Engie's shop... with like thirty sentries." I slipped past him. "Forgetting something?" I clutched onto the shirt. "No, not to my knowledge..." I smirked to him. Mick quickly stood. "Really now?" I bolted out of the door, probably knocking a jar or two over in the process. "Hey! That's my shirt!" I let out a laugh and looked back for a quick glance. Mick was chasing after me, how cute. "That's my only spare!" I reached the large doors that lead to Engi's shop I opened them enough to let myself in and shut Mick out. "Oi! Open up!" I poked my head out. "It's mine now!" I stuck my tong out at him and slipped back into the shop and closed the doors tight. I turned to the room to see Del and Medic holding back laughter. I blushed bright red. "Leave me alone!" I walked past the two and into the small supply room that was my make shift room, and went to sleep.

The Adventures of Super Nathan 3 - Chap 7

Chapter 7

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23301076/chapters/56906929

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13531960/7/The-Adventures-of-Super-Nathan-3

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Next week Adrien was back at the university sitting on the outside on the stairs along with Kagami and four other university students chatting with each other.

“You two really won?” Asked a raven-haired man with a green sweatshirt.

“Yes,” Adrien answered. “The sports magazine has some images of the tournament and the prize-giving,”

“Cool, I check it out, if I got the time for it”

“No hurry, I’ve got a sample at home, if you’re interested,” The blonde mentioned watching the raven-haired man nod.

“Did anyone of you watch yesterday night the Troods family? The raven-haired man asked, who sat between Kagami and a blonde girl, which showed Kagami on the smartphone a text.

“No my little sister begged me to show her the first part of the movie Rainbow gnomes” Adrien explained. “I promised her before we go to the movie see the sequel she could see the first part”

“I watched half of the movie but ended up falling asleep on the couch” A Chinese descendant man answered.

“What about you, Ettore?”

“No Rory, I was watching Formula one yesterday”

“I don’t know, what you guys find so interesting about this. It’s just a bunch of cars producing Carbon Dioxide while driving on the same track” The brunette man complained, making Ettore roll his eyes.

“So what, everyone in Paris drives a car. You can’t ask everyone to arrange an electric car like your family” Ettore protested.

Adrien noticed along with the Chinese guy the two friends arguing with each other and moved a few steps up to be away from them, then looked at each other again.

“Hey what do you think about meeting up in the library, so we could study together?” The Frenchman offered the man.

“I’m okay with it” The man answered. “What topic should we study?”

“I was thinking about Anatomy” Suggested Adrien. “You’re okay with it?”

The friend nodded, then picked out his smartphone to see a picture of a raven-haired woman smiling at the camera and holding a baby in her arms, which seemed to be gazing up at the top of the camera instead.

“Is that her sibling?” Adrien asked watching the friend nod.

“No, that’s my son”

“You’re a father?” Adrien asked surprised earning a nod from the friend. “For real?”

“You and Kagami weren’t here when Jin ran out of the university to the hospital last month” The blonde girl, that sat next to Kagami mentioned. “His reaction was adorable”

“If we weren’t friends I would have thought he was nuts at that time” Ettore confessed earning a glare from Jin, then Jin showed the group the image.

“Aww, he’s got the face of the…..father?” Rory said a little unsure at looking at the image. “It’s hard if both of you have the same eye color and hair”

“I think he got your nose, Jin,” The blonde girl said looking at the image Jin showed him.

“Sure, that’s notable. We got celestial noses” Jin explained the woman, then typed down on the message bar a heart followed by han characters.

“I don’t know, what you’re all planning to eat, but I’m going to eat Turkish today,” Ettore said making Adrien wide his eyes curious.

“What exactly?”

“I don’t know” Responded the black-haired man. “Probably kebab, but there are more dishes, if you want you can come check it out with me”

“I’d like to” Adrien answered, then fist -bumped the friend.

  Lila sat together with Myléne in the wardrobe both dressed as witches looking at the magazine Myléne had in her arms.

“I didn’t know your cousin had Emirati ancestors,” Mylene noticed looking at Lila, which nodded.

“His grandfather was from the UAE. Otherwise everyone else is Italian”

“Okay,” Mylene said passing to the next page to see a few images with talented fencers under them she saw their friends Adrien and Kagami listed. “Hey look Adrien and Kagami are here”

“Oh cool,” Lila raved checking the small text placed on the image of Kagami, where she had her mask off pointing her saber forward. “The successor of the Tsurugi’s, a family full of prestigious fencers. Won 3 times the Asian championship in a team, one in solo, 1 European championship and 2 international championships. This year she’s going to participate along with Adrien Agreste, former model of the Gabriel brand and her actual boyfriend. At the female category she’s the second favorite fencer, followed by Liliana Rodriguez”

“And that might be this girl here” Mylene pointed up to another woman with the Chilean national flag.

“Yes” Lila said, then checked on the other side the men category and spotted Adrien. “And here’s Adrien” Lila tapped at the image, where Adrien held his saber in front of him, posing as if he was about to start a match. “Former teeny model and son of the fashion designer Gabriel Agreste was raised half of his childhood by his father or his assistant during the time his mother was missing. He didn’t have the best childhood, but this didn’t stop him from spreading happiness and kindness to everyone”

“I liked it, that he was open with the others about it, when he wasn’t feeling good” Mylene added. “Mostly with our old class”

“Sometimes it’s easier to talk with your classmates or friends, then keep it inside you for too long”

“Any other class before Miss Bustier’s I would only trust Rose or Marinette, otherwise I could trust everyone in the class…..except Chloé, but now I’m good with her. She changed a lot in the past years in high school. It’s astonishing when you think back about everything and how it is now”

“Yeah, it is” Lila confirmed. “Most of the bullies from other classes have changed too. Some take longer than the others, but it’s possible for all people to change” “Sure it is. I think not everyone can, but a very big part of it can”

“Yeah”

At the entrance of the wardrobe, a woman around the forties entered with a clipboard on her right arm to look at all the women in the wardrobe.

“Ladies, get ready for act 3. Don’t forget to see, if your outfit is complete and take a bit water to you” The woman with ginger hair said watching the woman nod and a few made their way to the outside and Lila went to store her magazine into her locker

“Let’s get in, Lila” Myléne mentioned and the brunette went together with the blonde woman and left the wardrobe along with their manager.

  Kagami sat in front of the desk in Adrien’s bedroom studying and taking down notes from it with her kwami floating over her watching her.

“You seem more focused on it, when you’re alone” Longg mentioned watching Kagami drop the pen and lean back on the seat.

“It’s easier for me to do it alone” Kagami mentioned. “I still enjoy it, when I’m with someone else, but sometimes we get distracted with each other and end up talking about something that isn’t related, with what we’re studying. It still has a good part in having someone who can explain to you something you haven’t understood or time seems less long”

“Indeed” The dragon kwami agreed. “What about you take a little break and go fetch you something to eat? Have a cold drink?” The kwami suggested the blue-haired woman.

“Yeah, I really should,” Kagami said getting up. “Eventually I need to drink a tea, I’m feeling nauseous” Kagami mentioned placing her hands on her stomach.

“Maybe you should get some fresh air?” Longg suggested flying across the room, landing on the window handle to open it. The kwami looked back to see Kagami cover her mouth and race into the bathroom and he heard her owner regurgitate. “Oh boy” Longg replied flying across the room to catch Kagami on her knees with her head over the toilet bowl. Kagami coughed into the bowl, followed by the kwami land on the counter near the Japanese woman.

“Are you alright?” Longg asked watching Kagami get up and pull the toilet flush.

“I’m okay” Kagami responded a little languid about it. “Probably the sushi I bought at the supermarket wasn’t good conserved”

“I think I wouldn’t trust raw eatable food from the supermarket as you never know, where and who has processed it”

“I already ate more than once Sushi from the supermarket, but it never hit me this way” “Maybe it just hit you this time?” Longg mentioned. “It doesn’t mean it can happen always”

“I know what you mean” The Japanese woman informed. “It could be my menstruation, that could be coming this week. I had at least two times this case”

“Well, that makes sense too”

“I’m going to make myself a tea, eventually eat a toasted toast without anything. Just in case”

“Okay and you can always tell Maria or the Agreste’s that you’re not feeling well”

“I know, I’m not going to bother them with it unless it’s necessary”

“I know or there’s always Adrien” Longg added earning a nod from his owner.

“Yeah, I’ll see how I’m going to feel for the rest of the day, before I say anything” Kagami told. “First I’m going to take my tea” Kagami mentioned earning a nod from the kwami.

God makes a home for the lonely; He leads out the prisoners into prosperity, Only the rebellious dwell in a parched land...  

As for Joseph, he was brought down to Egypt, and Pot’i·phar, a court official of Phar’aoh, the chief of the bodyguard, an Egyptian, got to buy him from the hand of the Ish’ma·el·ites who had brought him down there. But Jehovah proved to be with Joseph, so that he turned out a successful man and came to be over the house of his master, the Egyptian. And his master got to see that Jehovah was with him and that everything he was doing Jehovah was making turn out successful in his hand.

And Joseph kept finding favor in his eyes and waited upon him continually, so that he appointed him over his house, and all that was his he gave into his hand. And it followed that from the time he appointed him over his house and in charge of all that was his Jehovah kept blessing the house of the Egyptian due to Joseph, and Jehovah’s blessing came to be upon all that he had in the house and in the field. Finally he left everything that was his in Joseph’s hand; and he did not know what was with him at all except the bread he was eating. Moreover, Joseph grew to be beautiful in form and beautiful in appearance.

Now after these things it came about that the wife of his master began to raise her eyes toward Joseph and say: “Lie down with me.” But he would refuse and would say to his master’s wife: “Here my master does not know what is with me in the house, and everything he has he has given into my hand. There is no one greater in this house than I am, and he has not withheld from me anything at all except you, because you are his wife. So how could I commit this great badness and actually sin against God?”

So it turned out that as she spoke to Joseph day after day he never listened to her to lie alongside her, to continue with her. But it happened that on this day as other days he went into the house to do his business, and there was none of the men of the house there in the house. Then she grabbed hold of him by his garment, saying: “Lie down with me!” But he left his garment in her hand and took to flight and went on outside. So it occurred that as soon as she saw that he had left his garment in her hand that he might flee outside, she began to cry out to the men of her house and to say to them: “Look! He brought to us a man, a Hebrew, to make us a laughingstock. He came to me to lie down with me, but I began to cry out at the top of my voice. And it followed that as soon as he heard that I raised my voice and began crying out, he then left his garment beside me and took to flight and went on outside.” After that she kept his garment laid up beside her until his master came to his house.

Then she spoke to him according to these words, saying: “The Hebrew servant whom you brought to us came to me to make me a laughingstock. But it followed that as soon as I raised my voice and began to cry out, he then left his garment beside me and went fleeing outside.” The result was that as soon as his master heard the words of his wife which she spoke to him, saying: “Like this and this your servant did to me,” his anger blazed. So Joseph’s master took him and gave him over to the prison house, the place where the prisoners of the king were kept under arrest, and he continued there in the prison house.

However, Jehovah continued with Joseph and kept extending loving-kindness to him and granting him to find favor in the eyes of the chief officer of the prison house. So the chief officer of the prison house gave over into Joseph’s hand all the prisoners who were in the prison house; and everything that they were doing there he proved to be the one having it done. The chief officer of the prison house was looking after absolutely nothing that was in his hand, because Jehovah was with [Joseph] and what he was doing Jehovah was making it turn out successful.

Now after these things it came about that the cupbearer of the king of Egypt and the baker sinned against their lord the king of Egypt. And Phar’aoh grew indignant at his two officers, at the chief of the cupbearers and at the chief of the bakers. So he committed them to the jail of the house of the chief of the bodyguard, to the prison house, the place where Joseph was a prisoner. Then the chief of the bodyguard assigned Joseph to be with them that he might wait upon them; and they continued in jail for some days.

And both of them proceeded to dream a dream, each one his own dream in the one night, each one his dream with its own interpretation, the cupbearer and the baker who belonged to the king of Egypt who were prisoners in the prison house. When Joseph came in to them in the morning and saw them, why, here they were looking dejected. And he began to inquire of the officers of Phar’aoh who were with him in the jail of his master’s house, saying: “For what reason are YOUR faces gloomy today?” At this they said to him: “We have dreamed a dream, and there is no interpreter with us.” So Joseph said to them: “Do not interpretations belong to God? Relate it to me, please.”

And the chief of the cupbearers went on to relate his dream to Joseph and to say to him: “In my dream, why, here there was a vine before me. And on the vine there were three twigs, and it was apparently sprouting shoots. Its blossoms pushed forth. Its clusters ripened their grapes. And Phar’aoh’s cup was in my hand, and I proceeded to take the grapes and squeeze them out into Phar’aoh’s cup. After that I gave the cup into Phar’aoh’s hand.” Then Joseph said to him: “This is its interpretation: The three twigs are three days. In three days from now Phar’aoh will lift up your head and he will certainly return you to your office; and you will certainly give Phar’aoh’s cup into his hand, according to the former custom when you acted as his cupbearer. Nevertheless, you must keep me in your remembrance as soon as it goes well with you, and you must, please, perform loving-kindness with me and mention me to Phar’aoh, and you must get me out of this house. For I was in fact kidnapped from the land of the Hebrews; and here also I have done nothing at all for which they should put me in the prison hole.”

When the chief of the bakers saw that he had interpreted something good, he, in turn, said to Joseph: “I too was in my dream, and here there were three baskets of white bread upon my head, and in the topmost basket there were all sorts of eatables for Phar’aoh, the product of a baker, and there were fowls eating them out of the basket on top of my head.” Then Joseph answered and said: “This is its interpretation: The three baskets are three days. In three days from now Phar’aoh will lift up your head from off you and will certainly hang you upon a stake; and the fowls will certainly eat your flesh from off you.”

Now on the third day it turned out to be Phar’aoh’s birthday, and he proceeded to make a feast for all his servants and to lift up the head of the chief of the cupbearers and the head of the chief of the bakers in the midst of his servants. Accordingly he returned the chief of the cupbearers to his post of cupbearer, and he continued to give the cup into Phar’aoh’s hand. But the chief of the bakers he hung up, just as Joseph had given them the interpretation. However, the chief of the cupbearers did not remember Joseph and went on forgetting him.

And it came about at the end of two full years that Phar’aoh was dreaming and here he was standing by the river Nile. And here ascending out of the river Nile were seven cows beautiful in appearance and fat-fleshed, and they went feeding among the Nile grass. And here there were seven other cows ascending after them out of the river Nile, ugly in appearance and thin-fleshed, and they took their stand alongside the cows by the bank of the river Nile. Then the cows that were ugly in appearance and thin-fleshed began to eat up the seven cows that were beautiful in appearance and fat. At this Phar’aoh woke up.

However, he went back to sleep and dreamed a second time. And here there were seven ears of grain coming up on one stalk, fat and good. And here there were seven ears of grain, thin and scorched by the east wind, growing up after them. And the thin ears of grain began to swallow up the seven fat and full ears of grain. At this Phar’aoh woke up and here it was a dream.

And it developed in the morning that his spirit became agitated. So he sent and called all the magic-practicing priests of Egypt and all her wise men, and Phar’aoh went on to relate his dreams to them. But there was no interpreter of them for Phar’aoh.

Then the chief of the cupbearers spoke with Phar’aoh, saying: “My sins I am mentioning today. Phar’aoh was indignant at his servants. So he committed me to the jail of the house of the chief of the bodyguard, both me and the chief of the bakers. After that we both dreamed a dream in the one night, both I and he. We dreamed each one his dream with its own interpretation. And there was with us there a young man, a Hebrew, a servant of the chief of the bodyguard. When we related them to him, he proceeded to interpret our dreams to us. He interpreted to each according to his dream. And it turned out that just as he had interpreted to us so it happened. Me he returned to my office, but him he hanged.”

And Phar’aoh proceeded to send and to call Joseph, that they might bring him quickly from the prison hole. Hence he shaved and changed his mantles and went in to Phar’aoh. Then Phar’aoh said to Joseph: “I have dreamed a dream, but there is no interpreter of it. Now I myself have heard it said about you that you can hear a dream and interpret it.” At this Joseph answered Phar’aoh, saying: “I need not be considered! God will announce welfare to Phar’aoh.”

And Phar’aoh went on to speak to Joseph: “In my dream here I was standing on the bank of the river Nile. And here ascending out of the river Nile were seven cows fat-fleshed and beautiful in form, and they began to feed among the Nile grass. And here there were seven other cows ascending after them, poor and very bad in form and thin-fleshed. For badness I have not seen the like of them in all the land of Egypt. And the skinny and bad cows began to eat up the first seven fat cows. So these came into their bellies, and yet it could not be known that they had come into their bellies, as their appearance was bad just as at the start. At that I woke up.

“After that I saw in my dream and here there were seven ears of grain coming up on one stalk, full and good. And here there were seven ears of grain shriveled, thin, scorched by the east wind, growing up after them. And the thin ears of grain began to swallow up the seven good ears of grain. So I stated it to the magic-practicing priests, but there was none telling me.”

Then Joseph said to Phar’aoh: “The dream of Phar’aoh is but one. What the [true] God is doing he has told to Phar’aoh. The seven good cows are seven years. Likewise the seven good ears of grain are seven years. The dream is but one. And the seven skinny and bad cows that came up after them are seven years; and the seven empty ears of grain, scorched by the east wind, will prove to be seven years of famine. This is the thing that I have spoken to Phar’aoh: What the [true] God is doing he has caused Phar’aoh to see.

“Here there are seven years coming with great plenty in all the land of Egypt. But seven years of famine will certainly arise after them, and all the plenty in the land of Egypt will certainly be forgotten and the famine will simply consume the land. And the plenty once in the land will not be known as a result of that famine afterward, because it will certainly be very severe. And the fact that the dream was repeated to Phar’aoh twice means that the thing is firmly established on the part of the [true] God, and the [true] God is speeding to do it.

“So now let Phar’aoh look for a man discreet and wise and set him over the land of Egypt. Let Phar’aoh act and appoint overseers over the land, and he must take up one fifth of the land of Egypt during the seven years of plenty. And let them collect all the foodstuffs of these coming good years, and let them pile up grain under Phar’aoh’s hand as foodstuffs in the cities, and they must safeguard it. And the foodstuffs must serve as a supply for the land for the seven famine years, which will develop in the land of Egypt, in order that the land may not be cut off by the famine.”

Well, the thing proved to be good in the eyes of Phar’aoh and of all his servants. So Phar’aoh said to his servants: “Can another man be found like this one in whom the spirit of God is?” After that Phar’aoh said to Joseph: “Since God has caused you to know all this, there is no one as discreet and wise as you are. You will personally be over my house, and all my people will obey you implicitly. Only as to the throne shall I be greater than you.” And Phar’aoh added to Joseph: “See, I do place you over all the land of Egypt.” With that Phar’aoh removed his signet ring from his own hand and put it upon Joseph’s hand and clothed him with garments of fine linen and placed a necklace of gold about his neck. Moreover, he had him ride in the second chariot of honor that he had, so that they should call out ahead of him, “A·vrékh!” thus putting him over all the land of Egypt.

And Phar’aoh further said to Joseph: “I am Phar’aoh, but without your authorization no man may lift up his hand or his foot in all the land of Egypt.” After that Phar’aoh called Joseph’s name Zaph’e·nath-pa·ne’ah and gave him As’e·nath the daughter of Pot·i’phe·ra the priest of On as a wife. And Joseph began to go out over the land of Egypt. And Joseph was thirty years old when he stood before Phar’aoh the king of Egypt.

Then Joseph went out from before Phar’aoh and toured about in all the land of Egypt. And during the seven years of plenty the land went on producing by the handfuls. And he kept collecting all the foodstuffs of the seven years that came upon the land of Egypt and he would put the foodstuffs in the cities. The foodstuffs of the field that was round about a city he put in the midst of it. And Joseph continued piling up grain in very great quantity, like the sand of the sea, until finally they gave up counting it, because it was without number.

And before the year of the famine arrived there were born to Joseph two sons, whom As’e·nath the daughter of Pot·i’phe·ra the priest of On bore to him. So Joseph called the name of the firstborn Ma·nas’seh, because, to quote him, “God has made me forget all my trouble and all the house of my father.” And the name of the second he called E’phra·im, because, to quote him, “God has made me fruitful in the land of my wretchedness.”

And the seven years of the plenty that had obtained in the land of Egypt gradually ended, and, in turn, the seven years of the famine started to come, just as Joseph had said. And the famine developed in all the lands, but in all the land of Egypt there was found bread. Finally all the land of Egypt became famished and the people began to cry to Phar’aoh for bread. Then Phar’aoh said to all the Egyptians: “Go to Joseph. Whatever he says to YOU, YOU are to do.” And the famine obtained over all the surface of the earth. Then Joseph began to open up all the grain depositories that were among them and to sell to the Egyptians, as the famine got a strong grip on the land of Egypt. Moreover, people of all the earth came to Egypt to buy from Joseph, because the famine had a strong grip on all the earth.

-Genesis 39-41, NWT

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6 Breakfast Mistakes To Avoid, To Get A Flat Tummy

Putting on weight is a nightmare for every woman, and also men are no exception! In this world full of exquisite pictures and social media, everyone wants to look beautiful, and the first step towards beautification is a flat belly.

We all think that avoiding junk food and exercising correctly is the only way to attain a flatter tummy. This is true, but up to a certain extent! The thing most of us don’t know is the breakfast, which contributes a lot our health while keeping the body weight under control.

Here are some common mistakes that are ruining your resolution to achieve a flat belly, and you are not aware of them.

1. Not having the meal on time

Yes, we admit that you need to head towards the office and in a hurry, you sometimes skip the meal or try to have it later. But unknowingly you are making a massive mistake! Doctors and researchers advice that you should consume your meal within 1 hour of waking up as it helps in boosting the metabolism and maintaining the circadian rhythms. 

Eating the right food at the right time helps in burning fat and the chances of getting a leaner belly increases.

2. Eating calories over protein

The primary source of body fat is calories & calories, and that is something we are used to eat. Everything from the burgers to french-fries is loaded with tons of calories. If you are habitual of eating these types of foods as your breakfast, then you need to stop immediately!   Instead, shift your focus to protein-packed meals which have lesser calories. Try something made with whole-grains, yogurt, eggs, and nuts.

3. Juicing fruits instead of eating them raw

Juice is the most common element people incorporate in their breakfast with the thought that they are consuming something healthy which is rich in proteins. But the reality is a bit harsh, and people are not aware of it. Juicing the veggies and fruits extract the fiber from them and as an outcome, you get a liquid which is lesser in vitamins and proteins. 

It’s not news that fresh fruits and vegetables are exorbitant, and it’s indispensable to get the most out from them. Eat the fruits in the raw state to get the fibrous element and also for satisfying the unnecessary craving.

4. Eating much or eating less-both are bad

Psychologically we tend to eat more when we like the food and the same lies with the situation when we don’t like the food.  

Eating less and more are both bad if your ultimate goal is to have a flat belly. You need to eat the right amount of food. And to make sure that eating appropriately consider having fruits and lighter eatables that can make you feel fuller without adding bulk to your stomach. These foods can be a small bowl of yogurt, freshly prepared soup, fruits, and much more. 

5. Do not eat something until it’s the right time

This applies for all the foodies out there who cannot stop them from eating food. Having your meal on the specified time is exceptionally imperative. You need to maintain a gap between your breakfast and lunch. Try to have your breakfast early in the morning so that you get enough time to empty your stomach before eating lunch.

6. Say NO to sugary products 

The best thing is to prepare something at your home, as it can benefit you in multiple ways. While making the food, you get to do some workout and freshly prepared meals are better if you are seeking a flatter tummy.

Nowadays, many products come with tons of sugary components, and the primary culprits are sucrose and fructose. Sugar contained products are a high source of calories that contribute fat to your body and is not healthy for the gut too. Do not fall for packed juices and other soft drinks while eating your breakfast meal. 

Wrapping it Up

A flat belly holds the capability of swooning everyone, and the overall physique looks better with a flat belly. If you are aimed to get rid of that fluffy ponch, then don’t make the silly breakfast mistakes mentioned above to follow up an obstacle-free path towards a flat belly.

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Expert: I grew up as the child of a small Houma Indian community in south Louisiana. My father was a hunter, trapper and commercial fisherman so my early years were spent at his side observing and learning those life-ways. In our household a gun was just another tool with which we put food on the table. My first experience hunting was with a single-shot 410 shotgun with which, as a youngster, I brought home my first meal, a fat little marsh hen. In that experience was embedded one of the most important firearm lesson my dad would teach me. While I had friends who would use an occasional, non-eatable, seagull or blackbird for target practice my dad was emphatic that “if you kill it you eat it!” Waste and wanton destruction was a cultural faux pas that was unacceptable. It is this background that always foreshadows my contemplation of the gun debate that has been so prevalent in America these past couple decades. I consider my observations on this charged political oratorical struggle to be somewhat non-partisan. I’ve been a registered independent since I signed my first voter registration nearly forty years ago. As an indigenous scholar with definite anti-imperialist and anti-capitalist leanings I do not fit squarely into either of the two political polarities. From this position issues are judged on merit, I would hope, and not as democratic issues or republican issues. My social media feed today contains opinions across the spectrum from the friend who remembers fondly the bygone years when high schoolers had gun racks in their pick-up trucks to the social activist who wants to end private gun ownership this minute. They are, of course, entrenched in their respective political parties and leave little room for the possibility of common ground.  If there are to be solutions found it would seem that a first step would entail a lowering of those party flags. Unfortunately, it seems that with every incident, with every mass shooting, the flags go up, the bunkers are strengthened, and the doors are closed. On the right, once you get past thoughts and prayers, we are pointed in the direction of mental illness or violent video games while the left calls out the corrosive influence of the NRA. This, of course, does not imply that there is some sort of both sides do it equivalency but rather speaks to the fact that both camps have now stock, pre-loaded responses ready for the revolving news cycle. I feel forced to question the assumptions and interpretations of the gun rights advocates. Statistics tell us that mental illness is responsible for 5 percent or less of gun deaths in the United States. Further, it is understood that mental illness affects men and women somewhat equally yet the perpetrators of mass shootings are predominantly male. As to the influence of violent video games, these also exist in countries such as Denmark or Japan yet they have somehow escaped our mass shooting epidemic. While I understand fully how the continued carnage in our classrooms inspires a passionate call in some to eliminate private gun ownership I cannot fully acquiesce to the idea as a solution. On the practical side we live in a nation of over three million guns; we are 5 percent of the world’s population yet we own over half of the world’s guns. If the sale of guns were outlawed today, this dynamic would not change for some time. Change, especially political change, has and always will be incremental at best. Fair, just, or infuriating, it is a reality we are forced to live with. Added to this is the actuality that in America today money is considered legally to be speech so that now organizations such as the NRA can pour millions of dollars of gun manufacturers’ speech into the pockets of politicians to influence or obscure the issue. By equating money with speech the debate is skewed and any attempt to find a democratic consensus is curtailed. An honest, personal perspective; I don’t see how giving up my shotgun or hunting rifle, if I care for and use them responsibly, could curtail or reduce needless gun violence. I feel like giving up these tools with which I can feed my family or enjoy recreationally would be patently unfair or unjust. While, at the same if I am asked or legislated into giving up my right to own a semi-automatic assault rifle I would wholeheartedly agree. My experience in the Armed services with the M-16 more than demonstrated to me its impracticality as a hunting weapon and its lethality as a weapon of war. For those who feel that they need an assault rifle to stand against a potential tyrannical government I remind them that said tyrannical government possesses weapons such as tanks and hellfire missiles in abundance. A personal AR-15 is little deterrent to the most powerful army on earth. If we want to be truly safe from a tyrannical government, a vicious drug gang, or any imagined threat we should put all our efforts into securing a government that is ruled by its people and not by its corporations or special interest groups. When over 80 percent of the U.S. population supports common sense gun regulation yet the debate remains stymied in a political quagmire there would seem to be a fault in the political foundation. If these common sense regulations only result in a 5 or 10 percent drop in mass shootings are not those lives worth the effort? I know there are those that proclaim that any legislative restrictions will lead eventually to confiscation. To that argument we have but to point to District of Columbia v. Heller, the 2008 Supreme Court decision that affirmed the right to individual ownership of guns. If you agree or disagree with the decision, it is still the law of the land and the government is obligated to it. Besides the reaffirming of those 2nd Amendment rights it did, also, reaffirm the government’s right and duty to regulate that right. You can have a rifle or pistol but you can’t own your own personal cruise missile. Democracy is a matter of trust; can you trust your government to defend the right to own a gun while at the same time restricting the type and capacity of said weapon for the greater good of all? Or do you feel like all that stands between you and tyranny is your AR-15? Is this withholding of trust worth the price paid in blood for the anarchy it produces? http://clubof.info/