I take pictures after I eat and of problem areas, when I want to eat I’ll look at those pictures, when I think of giving up I look at my older pictures when I was thinner.
If I did it before I am capable, and I’m going to be thinner than I ever have been.
I need to look sick.
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"Robin." Slade murmured lowly.
Dick shook his head and didn't answer. He wasn't Robin anymore. Robin died many weeks ago, killed by Slade himself when the man forced him to pull a trigger for the very first time.
Slade sighed and Dick knew that he was annoying his master, inconvincing him. That he should answer him properly, stand up and force his hands to stop shaking but he couldn't bring himself to actually do it. He kept sitting on the ground, caked in a blood that wasn't his own and stared at the body of a man that just tried to kill him.
A man that would succed in killing him was it not for Slade.
"Dick," Slade tried again, voice so soft and gentle that Dick would cry if he wasn't feeling so numb.
The hand that touched his cheek was warm, not like the glove Slade always wore as Deathstroke and Dick blinked up at him, reaching a shaking hand to cover Slade's own.
His master stroked a thumb down his cheek. He didn't even seem to notice the blood Dick left on his skin.
"You did good." Slade praised, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I'm here now. You're safe."
The buzz in Dick's ears makes him wonder if he really heard that. There's still the warmth of touch on his cheek and he's tempted to squeeze his eyes shut in anticipation of the slap which should come - it should, he messed up, he deserves it - but the brush of lips through the man's mask on his forehead suggest that Dick's master is not angry at him.
«I should be punished.» He observes simply. He hates it, he hates being confined or beaten, and lately he's grown to hate it so much, especially being locked in a tiny dark room, that he started obeying. Lately the punishments have become too much for him to bear, and Dick unable to take them, but he knows he deserves one now. What he doesn't deserve is to be touched so gently and told that he's alright.
«Sweetheart.» There's another hand coming up to cup Dick's other cheek, naturally bringing him to look up. Slade pulled up his mask. He doesn't look angry even if he's slightly frowning. «Why should I punish you for trying to save my life.»
Dick blinks slowly and realizes he's been gripping the man's wrist hard, so he relaxes it with a deep breath. he also realizes that yes. He was trying to... do that. Slade had been hit with a stun charge, strong enough to flatline a meta, and Dick...
«What you should have done is shoot that man in the head, not use yourself as a shield.» Slade continues, wiping more blood from Dick's face with his thumbs. «That is something I'm going to have to drill into your little head. I don't want to see this kind of stunt, ever again.» He leans down, touches their foreheads together. Dick's breath hitches and just like that he's clutching the man's wrists again, with both hands this time. «But for now you're alright. We'll talk about this another time.»
He's picked up like he weighed nothing, and just like that he's pressed against the solid wall of Slade's chest.
Dick keeps holding onto him tight, breathing slowly to keep himself from crying. He was about to die, he was. That man would have killed him wasn't it for that few seconds of hesitation... maybe because he suddenly found himself about to kill a teenager instead of the seven foot tall monster who just massacred the rest of his team. And that apparently gave Slade enough time to gather himself, his knife, and plunge it into that guy's throat. And that's all Dick's fault, but Slade is alright, and somehow that's all that matters to him now.
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Lost 1kg over three days. Usually a small amount but due to the time and the fact I was stuck at 154kg, it makes me feel satisfied, so I’m saving this to keep track what I did (I don’t count calories but I look at them if it’s easy).
Monday
Coffee 4x 10oz (honey, powdered creamer)
Pretzel stick (“small snack” aka food that is smaller than the hand, carbs bad choices but whatever)
Tuesday
Biked for 20 minutes, paced around the house for two hours
Coffee 6x 10oz (honey + powdered creamer)
Rice and beans mini burrito (smaller than my hand)
Two pieces of candy (lifesavers hard candy; 30cal)
Wednesday
Cleaned closet for 3-4 hours, heavy items + running up and down steps
Coffee 7x 10oz (honey + powdered creamer)
Ramen (390 cal)
Piece of candy (15cal; lifesavers)
I need to exercise more, since I barely do. Usually that means going outside when my anxiety wrecks me, gotta love that.
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ghosted spoiler alert
ghosted hate alert
ghosted is so fucking mid !! even with apple tv+ 7 days free trial i still think it’s SO NOT worth it😭
10 minutes in and i’m bored to death😭😭😭 the only time i laugh is when the cameos appeared 😭
idk what happened but he and ana had no chemistry AT ALL, and others saying “you two should get a room” ten thousands times didn’t help!! bc it’s SO AWKWARD😭😭😭
i’m looking forward for your review bc i think you’ll hate it bahahahahahah ok bye😗
oh I already know I won’t like it based on the off chemistry and the bad script!!
BUT I did watch clips of it and I think Chris is good in it! Like… if you objectively just look at HIM, he’s good! Like he delivers his lines in a funny way and his comedic timing is good.
I 💖 COLE
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