Imagine Warren in the morning, and his hair is just a mess. Sort of like a blond halo of curls on his head. His blue eyes barely peep open for a minute before he shuts them again because it’s just too early for sunlight. He sits up, groggy, stretches and groans. His wings stretch with him, twitching at the end, a few feathers out of place as he tossed and turned during the night.

He lifts his arms up above his head and continues stretching, rolling his shoulders and bringing his wings back towards his body.

Then suddenly, Warren pauses. Looking to the right, he spots you, under his feathers, and the blanket curled up tightly. Warren swallows, the muscles in his neck contracting as he does. He scans your face for a few seconds, a small smile breaking onto his cheeks as he remembered what had happened last night.

He didn’t toss and turn like he usually did, and he could still feel your fingers rustling his feathers idly as he craned his head down to give you kisses along your sternum, collarbone, jugular and jawline.

If he focused, he could almost taste your skin on his tongue still.

Warren lays back, expanding his right wing so it’s not bothering you. 

He’s still looking down at you, and you start waking up. He stifles a small laugh, letting his hand push back your hair so he could get a clearer view.

Warren takes a deep breath in, letting it linger in his lungs for a few seconds before exhaling.

This was peaceful, perhaps, the most peaceful he had ever been. And the moment you’re awake enough to understand what he’s saying, you hear him whisper to you, in a voice that’s almost vague enough to be a ghost, “I want to wake up like this every morning.”

16 Simple Stretches For Tight Shoulders

Greatist writes:

You probably don’t notice it right away. It might creep up after you’ve been sitting at your desk for hours, chipping away at your daily to-dos. Or perhaps it’s because you always carry your backpack on your right side or take calls by squeezing your phone between your shoulder and ear.

Whatever the reason, sooner or later it hits you: Your shoulders are scrunched, your neck hurts, and your muscles feel tight.

“The neck and upper back area hold a lot of tension,” says Karena Wu, a physical therapist and owner of ActiveCare Physical Therapy in New York. “The amount of time spent with forward head and shoulder posturing increases the stress on the soft tissue and joints in the area.”

In other words, sitting at a computer all day with our head and neck in the same position leaves us with tight, stiff, and sore shoulders. And our sedentary jobs aren’t the only issue. Stress can add to the problem: When people experience high levels of it, the rib cage can drop slightly, causing the shoulders and upper back to round forward into a slouch.

 More Than Just Your Shoulders  

“You have to remember that the shoulder is not just a joint on its own; it’s part of the neck, the ribs, the scapula—it’s a whole complex,” says Marianne Ryan, a physical therapist and author of the book Baby Bod.

Here’s a quick anatomy lesson: The shoulder complex includes the humerus, clavicle, thoracic region of your spine, rib cage, and perhaps most importantly, your scapula (or shoulder blade). The upside to all this complexity is a huge range of motion in our upper body (think: nailing wheel pose and throwing curve balls). The downside: The whole area depends on ligaments and muscles for stability—as opposed to the “ball-and-socket” stability our hips get. When those muscles get overused (or misused), we’re left with limited motion and stiffness.

“All four [shoulder] joints need to be working appropriately and efficiently in order to have pain-free, functional range of motion,” Wu says. The best approach is to move frequently—forward, backward, and to the sides throughout the day.

But if you are feeling stiff by 5:00 p.m., we’ve rounded up 16 easy stretches to try.

So I have good news, and I have bad news.

The good news is that the massage helped a TON. Got rid of my back pain (since I have scoliosis), and helped my neck out a bunch.

Bad news?

We think the muscle in my arm is torn.

And screw going to the doctor because in America you have to pay out the nose for everything.

But yeah. If it’s torn? Gonna take weeks to heal. And I won’t be able to lift anything with my right arm at all. Gallon of milk? Completely out of the question.


anonymous asked:

Genos new neck working the same as a normal one with artificial nerves and muscles and sensation. So after writing a lot in his notebooks after the change he experiences a slight ache in his neck. So Saitama noticing starts rubbing and massaging the back of Genos' neck for him and Genos melts at the attention because sensei is touching him and it feels nice and he can actually FEEL Saitama touching him and the ache starting to fade when before sensation was slightly dull but now it's stronger.

S-so cute……..this is so sweet can I accept this headcanon? Is that okay? It’s really good this headcanon is so good I want to cherish it /////

All I can think of is Genos gradually falling silent the longer Saitama goes on and so Saitama just fills the gap by idly talking about whatever happened that day and it becomes a regular thing and tHIS THOUGHT IS SO ADORABLE— ///

imkerin  asked:


oh buddy (BUTTY??)

you will be sorely disappointed because ‘butt’ itself does not appear anywhere, only within other words, so

the crisbot sequel that needs to be finished before i light myself on fire honestly just roll me into a ditch and douse me in lighter fluid if i don’t get it done this year

“I can at least tell you one thing,” Toni says, dropping his tools to lace both hands behind his neck and draw it forward in a stretch. Gareth watches carefully, as he’s watched this whole procedure – he can see the muscles shift beneath Toni’s pristine button-up, the quick rise-and-fall of his back as he huffs out a sigh. “You are my most interesting client.”

@harrietvane replied to your post “My wrist is not feeling great, and sometimes my fingers get numb and…”

Mine did that - turns out i was hunching at my desk (= strained my neck muscles supporting my head all craned forward = those muscles pressed on the nerves to my arm and cut off the feeling to my hands. whoops.) What I had to do was remember to a) not hunch, and b) pull my chin back so i don’t crane out. It fixed it. Don’t panic.

I definitely hunch like a vulture, oops. I also realized that, because my knee has been messed up for a couple of weeks I’ve been using my dominant hand a LOT to push myself up out of chairs etc. which probably hasn’t helped at all. But my knee seems mostly better, and I got a wrist brace, and I’ll pretend to be a human instead of a gargoyle and hope for the best <3

somebodyhelpthenotdeadfreds  asked:

Alfie's in the middle of a *really* nice evening with Maggie when Fish calls.

There are only three people that ever call Maggie’s phone.

Alfie. Butch. Fish.

Maggie will drop everything to answer it, including Alfie.

“You can’t just-“ He groans when she crawls off of him to get her phone of the bedside table. The look he gives her is hilariously incredulous and kind of desperate.

She tells him he looks cute before answering it, “Fish?”

“Way to kill the mood,” Alfie mumbles trying to pull her back into the bed before Maggie got too far away.

Maggie just ‘uh-huh’ed and ‘okay’ed and then thrusted the phone into Alfie’s hand with an “It’s for you.”

“Fish?” He asked annoyed, and then distracted because Maggie was next to him again and then she was kissing his neck as she ran her hands over his chest muscles. “I…uh, yeah. I’m listening?”

“No Fish you can’t – that actually is really illegal, Fish,” Alfie said into the phone as Maggie kissed lower. “As your l- legal counsel, I-I would advise against – against cutting the hands off – it really doesn’t matter if you think he’s annoying, Fish, he’s a senator.”

“Maggie,” Alfie hissed, covering the receiver on the phone before biting down on what would most definitely have been a moan. “You’re not really helping me out.”

“Am I not?” She asked, crawling back into his lap. “Hurry your call, soon.”

“F-Fish,” Alfie mumbled into the phone. “Just – just don’t kill him, ‘kay.”

He hung up the phone and dropped it on the floor before flipping them over, “mean, Mags, really mean.”