couch train

A Good Concept: 

Charlie Weasley, Rubeus Hagrid, and Newt Scamander, all sitting on a couch, watching How To Train Your Dragon.  

Every time Stoick the Vast appears on the screen, Charlie pokes Hagrid and says, “that’s you”

I never thought I could be a runner

I made myself wake up at 8am after a long week at work to have time to go eat breakfast and go run before my best friend arrives for the weekend.

It’s little changes like this that make me realise how I now prioritise running. I can make time for it I just need to get up a bit earlier or make plans a little later in the evening. I’m so excited and impressed at how much my body has changed over the last few months. Knowing that I can go out and run 6K is such an amazing feeling. I can enjoy the sun and just clear my mind from all the shit that has been happening this week.

When I started I couldn’t even run for 5 minutes. Honestly. When I very first started I think I managed about 30 seconds. So please don’t feel discouraged if this is you, we all start somewhere. I was there and I thought there is no way in hell I will ever be able to even run 1K. Then I did, then it turned into 1 mile and then 2 miles. Your body is capable of wonderful things, please treat it well and challenge yourself. If we don’t, we won’t change.


Guys I just blew my own fucking mind. I am so proud of myself right now!

Today’s goal:
28 min of jogging
31 minutes!!!!!

Or exactly 2 miles!!!!!!!!!!!!

Clearly I was going slowly.


But I did it!

I was having such a crappy day at work too.


Illusion Part One (Lance Tucker x Reader)

Prompts/ Summaries: You are a 20 year old gymnast, who is training for her next, and probably last Olympic Game. Although you have won gold every year since you were 16, you mother and her husband Mark were never proud of you. She wanted you to be a rich lawyer like Mark, or a socialite like she was. Your mother insists you come to her annual charity event with a boyfriend, which you don’t have, but despite being a complete dick 100% of the time, Lance volunteers to pretend to be your boyfriend for your parents. What will happen? (I mean come on now y’all, we ALL know what happens in every situation like this, but like we still read them?)

Warnings: There are none yet, but eventually there will be smut? So warning is, LANCE TUCKER JUST BEING A SEX GOD 100% OF THE TIME BECAUSE BITCH THAT’S A WARNING ON ITS OWN <3






Part One

“Keep it tight or you’ll never hit the landing on dismount. You never get it right, and honestly how you took the gold last year is beyond me.” Lance walked up to you and looked dawn at you.

You stood with your hands on your hips, taking a deep breath. “Seriously Y/N, am I going to have to tie your legs together or something?”


“Do it right next time or I swear I’ll do it.” Lance walked back from the mat and headed towards the cooler to grab a water. You rolled your eyes and walked back to the bar. You looked over at Lance, who wasn’t even paying attention before looking back to the bar and jumped. You gained your momentum and began doing the routine.

Once it came time to dismount you prepared yourself and let go, flipping and hitting the mat with the heels of your feet, almost maintaining your balance but ultimately losing and falling onto your back. You put your hands over your eyes and forehead sighing loudly while Lance started yelling again, his voice growing louder as he neared you. You shut him out and just focused on your breathing, trying to calm yourself of all the stress that had clouded your head lately. Your parents were on your ass about moving on and doing something else with your life, since they never really were supportive of your gymnastics.

“Y/N! Are you even listening to me?”

“It’s hard not to when you’re fucking screaming.”

“Watch it.” Lance squatted down next to you. “That attitude shit isn’t going to get you anywhere with me.”

You sat up and looked at your coach.

“What the hell is going on? You were perfect, haven’t missed anything for what, 4 years now? You’re probably on your last campaign this year, you are almost 21, you’re already pushing it. So don’t you want to go out with gold this year and stick it to the nation?”

“Yeah of course I do,” You put your head in your hands in defeat.

“Well, no offense, you’re not really showing it.” Lance moved from his squat and sat next to you on the mat. “Listen, what’s going on? Seriously. I’ve been your coach for 2 campaigns now and you’ve never been this distracted.”

“It’s just family stuff. I don’t want to talk about it.” You stood up and ran your hand across your forehead, covering it in a light layer of chalk. “I’m gonna get some water and go again.” You went to walk away when Lance grabbed your wrist.

“Sit down, you’re done for today.”

“I can go again it’s fine.”

“Y/N. You’re going to injure yourself if you keep practicing distracted.”

“I’m fine.”

“Clearly you aren’t.” Lance stood up and stepped closer to you. You looked up at his tall frame, slightly scared at the sudden aggression. “You’re not the coach, and you’re not the expert. If you wanted to coach yourself, I’ll leave. No problem.”

“You’re such an asshole. You know that right?”

“Yet here you are, still standing here. Still paying me to coach you.”

You rolled your eyes and began walking way.

“Be here tomorrow. 8am.”

“Yeah I know.”

You went into the locker room and changed into jeans and a t shirt. You let your hair down and ran some water on your face. You put your back on your shoulder and walked out into the main gym area. Lance had retired into his office in the back corner of the room. You walked over and knocked on the open door. Lance was behind his desk on his phone. When your presence was known, Lance ushered you in.

“I just wanted to say sorry for today, and that I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

“Close the door Y/N.”

You walked completely in and closed the door before turning back to Lance’s desk. He signaled for you to sit in the chair in front of the desk and you did, crossing your legs underneath you. Lance walked out in front of the desk and sat on the top of it.

“Honestly, what the hell is going on.” He sat and crossed his arms, still chewing on his gum.

You took a deep breath and leaned on the arm of the chair with your arm. “You know my parents right? All of them, my mom and Mark and my dad and Dana?”

“Yeah. I met them last year.”

“Well my mother has become such an uptight bitch since my dad left her and she met Mark. So in recent years, she’s wanted me to quit gymnastics. She has been harassing me about getting a man and settling down and, to quote her, “Stop wasting my time with gymnastics.” To her, being an Olympic gold medalist, is nothing. My real father and Dana are great but, my mother is just so fucking spiteful.”

“But your piece of shit mother isn’t your fault, so why are you taking the blame?”

“I don’t know. My mom is having this uppity society event next week, which I’m supposed to attend, and I don’t even want to think about showing up alone to be ridiculed by my mother all fucking night.” You laughed at how pathetic you sounded explaining the situation. “Which now sounds really fucking pathetic when I’m saying it out loud. Like I live on my own I shouldn’t care what my mom thinks.”

“Well I’d hate it if my parents didn’t accept my passion, but unfortunately I was forced into it and grew to enjoy it. But having a need to impress your parents is something that everyone has, and if you don’t wanna impress your parents then you’re trying to impress someone else. It’s human nature.”

You were shocked Lance was being nice and sympathetic about everything, you didn’t think he was capable of experiencing those emotions.

“Fuck your mom and that fucking asshole Mark. Fuck them both. You’re a fucking Olympic gold medalist and if that isn’t fucking impressive, then nothing will impress them. I relish in the fact that I won gold and silver.” You rolled your eyes. He ALWAYS relished in that. “I worked fucking hard for it, and you have worked hard for it. So fuck them, I don’t know what else to tell you.”

“Thanks… Lance, you’re being oddly nice.”

“I can’t be an asshole all the time, sometimes I change it up.”

You laughed and covered your mouth. “That’s bullshit. You’re always an asshole, there is no ‘mixing it up’ with you. But hell, if this whole coaching thing ends up not working out, you’d be a great comedian. Or prostitute, I mean might as well get paid for everything you fuck.”

“Your real fucking funny aren’t you?”

“I’m just calling it how it is.” You and Lance always bickered back in forth. You guys got along for the most part. “Ok I’m going to leave, but honestly thanks for telling me how it is, I always count on that.”

You stood from your chair and headed towards the door.

“Oh and Y/N.” You turned and looked at Lance who still was half sitting on his desk, arms still crossed. “If you ever feel lonely, and need some comfort. You have my number.” Lance smirked and winked at you causing you to fake gag and turn out of the room.

“In your fucking dreams, Tucker.” You closed the door and headed out of the gym. You tossed your bag in the back seat and got in your car. Lance’s office faced the parking lot and he was standing in the window looking at you. He brought his hand up to be a phone and mouthed “Give me a call” and smirked again before walking away. You started your car and pulled out of the parking lot into the Los Angeles sunset. Your roommate was out of town for the week so you had the apartment to yourself. You decided since you had a dreadful day, you were going to treat yourself to some junk food since you had been eating only 600 calories for the last 3 weeks. You didn’t want to get sick by introducing a bunch of unhealthy foods back into your life, so you just stopped and got some Chinese before heading back to your house. You took a quick shower, and changed into comfortable clothing before heading to your couch and turning on Netflix. You have been binge watching Gossip Girl whenever you found the time, which was never. After 2 or 3 episodes, you had finished your Chinese and already passed out on the couch, ready for training tomorrow, hoping it’d be a better day.


You pulled your hair back away from your face as you walked into the gym, your bag over your shoulder again. You opened the doors and felt the cool air conditioning it your face. It was a muggy day today. There were a few others in the gym today already working since it was almost noon. You waved hello and headed towards the locker room. Walking past Lance’s office, you saw him standing looking out to everyone in the main area on the phone. You waved as you passed and he nodded his head deep in conversation. You changed into your leotard and shorts and wrapped your wrist. You made sure your hair was tight and walked into the open room and towards the white board in the corner. It had a list of everyone who was training today and what they were supposed to be working on specifically. You were the only veteran gymnast training now, everyone else was working on being new Olympians. There were 3 other girls working on bars and beams today, and 2 guys working with one of the other coaches. The space next to your name was blank, so you just figured you could do whatever. Seeing that you worked on your bars routine for 4 hours yesterday, you wanted to take a break and go to the side room to work on your floor routine. The 3 Olympic standard floor mats were empty, as there was only a hand full of people in the gym today.

You walked to the surround sound speaker and plugged in your phone, going to your Spotify and playing the playlist called, “The Most Beautiful Songs in The World”. This playlist always calmed you and seemed to play into your soul. A song called “What’s Good” by Fenne Lily started playing and you went to the middle of the mat to stretch. Starting with your arms, you swung them around and made sure each joint was ready to support your body weight. After you were comfortable with your arms, shoulders, and neck, you moved onto your legs. First stretch out your feet and calves, you knew your main focal point would be your hamstrings. You had pulled you hamstring your first campaign and it always got sore faster than your other muscles did, but you were cleared to perform after 6 months of physical therapy. You did your 3 splits and lung style stretches to warm up your thighs, hamstring, and your inner thigh. After finishing with a handstand, you were ready to practice. You walked to your phone and put on your routine instrumental.

You went to the corner and took a deep breath, closing your eyes before reopening them and looking at the other corner, imagining yourself sticking the landing and nailing your routine. You took a few steps back and began running. You let your body do what it already knew how to and trusted yourself as you jumped and let your feet leave the mat, only to be replaced by your hands as you propelled yourself off the ground and flipped.

You landed on your feet, for only a moment before pushing yourself up higher for another. You had reached the opposite corner of the mat once your feet hit the ground. You stuck the landing throwing your arms up in a pose, before taking a step back to complete your second run. You did your jump again and took off again, propelling yourself to do a pike.

Once you landed your hands shot back up in a pose, before doing your final run. You ran and did a flip before landing and doing a jumping split.

You did your final few poses and your routine was over. You put your arms down and began focusing on slowing your breathing a bit. You heard clapping from behind and you turned to the door to see Lance standing there smiling.

“That was really fucking good.” He walked towards the mat and you went to turn off your playlist, grabbing your bottle of water and meeting him on the side of the mat.

“Thanks, it’s a new routine so it needs a lot of work still.”

“No. It’s honestly pretty great. Congratulations, I think it’s worth a gold medal kid.”

You beamed at him and sat down, stretching your legs a bit more.

“Do you feel better than yesterday?”

“Yeah I slept pretty good. So, I think that helped.”

“Good. I’m happy, I can’t have my best gymnast injuring herself over her bs family.”

“Yeah, I agree.”

“It just let’s her win.” Lance sat down next to you. “If you wanna annoy her, don’t let what she says get to you. Make it so you could give less than 2 shits what she says. I also have another idea too.”

“And what is that Mister Helpful?”

“Well you said your mom has a charity thing next week right?”


“Well what if, I came with you, and pretended that I was your boyfriend so your mom won’t give you shit?”

You choked on the water that you had been drinking. “What?”

“It’ll solely be so you can stop worrying about your mother’s approval, and can focus on trials in 2 weeks.”

“You’re joking right?”

“No. What I’m not good enough to be your fake boyfriend?”

“No, I’d just never fucking date you.”

“You’re acting as if I’m gonna actually try to date you. I don’t do the dating thing.”

“I couldn’t tell.”

Lance stood up, getting annoyed now. “Ok fine, fuck you then. I don’t need to do this. I want you to stop acting like a little bitch, but whatever, be fucking miserable for all I care.” Lance pulled out his phone and started walking away.

“Lance, wait.”

He turned around and smirked. “Yeah?”

“Will you still do it?”

“Maybe, if you get on your knees,” He leaned his head down and looked at you through the tops of his eyes. “and beg.”

“You’re fucking disgusting.”

“Hey, I’m fucking with you. Yes, I’ll still do it, if you’ll cut the shit.”

You smiled and jumped up, hugging him. He was so tall your feet came off the ground. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged back. Once you were back on the ground, you looked up at him.

“I’m going to call her and let her know I’ll be bringing my “boyfriend” with to the party.”

“Alright, I’m sure this is going to be,” Lance took a second and rolled his eyes with his hands on his hips. “fun?” His toned laced with sarcasm. You responded with an eye roll as well.

“It was your idea.”

“Don’t remind me. When you’re done run the routine again. I’m going to check on the others.” Lance turned around, popping his gum and walking back into the main room.

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“Is this stupid? This has to be stupid, right?”

Archie doesn’t even look up from his spot on the couch, eyes trained on his phone. “No, Jughead. This is not stupid.”

“Do people even go on Craigslist anymore? Will people even answer? I probably sound creepy, honestly. Arch, this is stupid, why did you talk me into doing this? I’m horrid at photography!” Jughead throws his head down onto the desk, groaning loudly. Archie sighs heavily and gets up, walking over to his best friend and reading the ad over his shoulder.

“Jug, this sounds just fine. Yes, people still use Craigslist and no, you are a great photographer. You won the county fair’s photography contest three years in a row. You beat the photographer for the daily paper!” Archie slaps his friend’s back enthusiastically, eliciting yet another groan from him. He rolls his eyes and moves his finger to the mousepad on the laptop, hitting the post button before Jughead rethinks anything. “There – the replies will come in in no time!”

Jughead lifts his head to look at the screen, groaning once more and slamming the laptop shut. He looks up at the tall redhead, shooting his best evil glare. “Have I ever told you that I hate you?”

Archie grins down at him, swiping the beanie off his head and ruffling his hair, earning a very manly squeal from Jughead. “You love me and can’t live without me. Now how about we order a pizza and play video games for the rest of the night?” He laughs as Jughead steals the hat back, already walking to the kitchen for the takeout menus they keep stashed in a drawer.

“Only if you’re buying!”

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When 5km feels like 50... The first run back after sickness.


So I know I harp on about being mindful and listening to your body when you run, but today was one of those days where I wished I could ignore everything my body was telling me and keep running. 
I’ve been couch-ridden for a week with a terrible flu virus that is going round at the moment. I did all the right things; I rested, heaps of fluids, no exercise, pain medication etc etc. I even pulled out of my race on Sunday because I still wasn’t 100% and it was pouring with rain. I therefore figured that, by today (Monday), I would be good to have a gentle shake out jog. My nose wasn’t blocked, I wasn’t as tired, most of my symptoms seemed to have disappeared. 


5 minutes in my chest felt so heavy I thought I was going to have to stop. I hadn’t had a cough the whole time I was sick so I thought that my mouth-breathing would sustain me throughout the run. Again, SO WRONG!
I stupidly underestimated the way the respiratory system relies on both the mouth and nose to effectively exchange gas and get oxygen to my muscles and as a result; my ribcage felt like it was full of lead. 
If I am being totally honest; the 5km that is usually a breeze for me felt more like a bloodied crawl to my final resting place. I was exhausted, and as a result, my form got all messed up so my knee was aching as well. 

Not. A. Fun. Time. 

So, what did I learn? Firstly, I don’t regret this run. It was short; under half an hour, and a part of me needed to assess where I was at physically. I also felt a little bit better by the end, but still very much ready to finish. 
I learned that you cannot underestimate the effect a virus has on your system; just because you feel better doesn’t mean that your body has recovered to the point where it can perform as it did before. 

So, at this point, I’m going to have another day of rest and try another short run on Wednesday. A timely reminder that running is a JOURNEY; setbacks aren’t the end of the world, they are inevitable and they happen. The most important thing is how you react to them. Take your time and let your body heal; you’ll be better for it in the long run! (See what I did there…. heh….)


Helloooo! This is in celebration to my 4K followers, which I’ve reached today. New one shots will be coming very soon, stay tuned! Lots of love, B xx


Originally posted by prettylittlelarrie


Harry was in a mood.

You had first noticed it when you woke up at just about 8 am and found him lying on the living room couch, one hand resting atop his covered cock while he palmed himself in slow strokes that you knew would do nothing for him except work him up until he was painfully hard and feeling needy enough to come find you. A wank for a wank was always good, he said it himself, but nothing could beat having his cock buried balls deep inside of you - be it your mouth or your cunt, maybe both, mouth first, your cunt later, he’d always prefer you. But, when almost an hour later he still hadn’t come find you, you could tell there was something off.

When you emerged again, soft cotton t-shirt of his almost see through from how old and worn out it was being the only thing covering your body except the baby pink boyshorts you wore to bed the night before, Harry was still on the couch, eyes trained on whatever food channel he found, hand still resting atop of his now fully hard cock. The visual confused you - why would he, in a sane state of mind, tease himself to the point of being almost painfully hard just for the sake of it?

You can’t help but giggle when you see him giving himself a squeeze, wheezing when his thumb runs over his tip that was pushing against the loose fabric of his shorts.

“Oi! What are yeh laughing fo’?” He asks, voice breaking from the feeling of his hand on his cock but the sound of your laughter catches his attention and alerts him of your presence.

“Morning wood that won’t go down?” You ask, leaning over the back of the couch to bury your nose in oodles of curls, his hair finally long enough to form the ringlets you love oh so much. Your hand slips down his torso to slide smoothly and expertly along his shaft but he grabs your wrist in a quick movement, turning his head to the side to brush the tip of his nose against yours, eyes lulled and dark while he focuses on your lips as he tuts at you silently.

“No, love. Been waiting for you.” He assures you, smile curling his lips when your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his perfectly pink lips brushing against yours.

“Let me help, then.” You croak, twisting your wrist trying to escape his hold.

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Hunger Games Pt 2. (Damian Wayne x Reader)

Requested: By @seventhbunny

A/N: Now that I’m done with all of the requests I can finally start focusing on my series! ^^

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After everything that happened back in Gotham, the talons shoved you and Arsenio in a luxurious car. He didn’t say a word to you the entire trip, so you didn’t say anything as well. You didn’t have the energy, all you can think about was how you’re going to survive these coming up weeks, especially without Damian.

You looked out the window but everything was a blur. As soon as the driver started speeding down the highway to Hell, that’s when your tears started spilling out uncontrollably. You cried into your hands, not giving a damn if it bothered Arsenio or the driver.

The driver looked at you through his rearview mirror, feeling the same pang of guilt he feels every year when he has to drive two innocent teens to their death, “It’s alright,” He whispered, “Let it out.”

You sniffed, “Damian…” He’s probably doing whatever he can to get you back even though there’s no possible way.


After the long car ride, you and Arsenio were escorted into a large silver train. You gasped when you stepped inside, it resembles the manor in a way. You gulped when you saw Katheryn sitting on a couch, grinning up at you and Arsenio. How did she arrive before the two of you?

She gestured the both of you to sit across from her. You did what you were told and scurried to the couch. If you want to survive, you might as well follow the rules first. You looked back at Arsenio. He scrutinized the couch, hesitating, but sat down as soon as Kathryn started glaring daggers at him.

Katheryn started talking about the next few days and how the two of you should prepare for the arena. “Your mentor, Oliver Queen, will help you throughout your stay until the first day of the games.”

“Where is he?” Arsenio muttered under his breath but loud enough for Kathryn to hear.

He just wants peace, but we can’t get all the things we want in life, right?” You jumped at the sound of a new voice. You and Arsenio turned around, facing a tall blonde man who entered from another room. He looked awfully familiar. You could tell he feels the same way when he saw you, but he gave you a look to stay quiet.

It all clicked when you recognized his blonde goatee. He was the Green Arrow. Before the Court took over and the Districts were protected by heroes, Damian snuck you into the Batcave to see everyone in the Justice League.

Bruce caught you both or course, but that was still one of the best days of your life.

Something was up and you know it. Oliver should be mentoring Star City’s tributes, not Gotham’s.

Katheryn sighed and got up from the couch, “Train them well, Queen.” She said, leaving through the door Oliver just came through. Oliver sat down, reaching for a bottle of liquor and poured some in a clear cup, “So, any questions, comments, concerns?”

You and Arsenio stayed quiet. Oliver chuckled, “I’m kidding. I know what your concerns are,” He took a swig of liquor. “Alright, so I’m here to teach you two how to win,” He placed the cup down, “Rule numero uno, make people like you.”

Arsenio raised an eyebrow, “What you mean by that?”

Oliver poured more liquor, “What I mean is, in order to win this death sentence, you need to gain sponsors. Those who will help you throughout the games.”

“Those are the people who pay for us, right? For our necessities?” You asked, remembering last years game. Central City’s tributes received a great amount of medicine for their injuries.

Oliver pointed at you, “Exactly.”

“Tch, like I need sponsors,” Arsenio growled, standing up from the couch, “No one wants to help a kid like me anyway. I’m looking for my room.”

“Hey, wait why…” You were going to ask him why he thought that way but he left through the same door Katheryn and Oliver went through.

You sighed and looked back at Oliver, “What the hell are you doing here, shouldn’t you be mentoring Star City’s tributes?” You whispered.

He smirked, “Smart person you are huh?”

You rolled your eyes and fold your arms, “Just please explain everything.”

“Bruce contacted me,” He started, “We have people inside the Court who are going to help us.”

“Help us with what?” You gasped.

He knitted his eyebrows together, “You really don’t know?”

You shook your head. Obviously, you were left in the dark in this sudden change of events. Oliver leaned over the table, making sure his voice was extremely low, “The League is rising. We’re shutting down the Court Of Owls once and for all.”

anonymous asked:

Any fics where Steve is Bucky's personal trainer instead of the other way round?

i know of

Trained on You by 70SecretKinks

Bucky Barnes is disabled veteran who’s trying to learn how to live his life now without his left arm. His best friend Natasha pushes him to build up the strength and confidence he’d lost along with his limb at the Rally Health and Wellness Center with the help of top notch trainer/physical therapist Sam Wilson.

Bucky knew it’d be hard work. What he didn’t realize was just how difficult it’d be to concentrate on his own rehabilitation at the innocuous, easygoing gym. But after he first lays eyes on new trainer and walking wet dream Steve Rogers, it’s all he can do not to fall face first on the treadmill.

Working out had never gotten Bucky so worked up before. Go hard or go home? Yeah, he’s definitely going home hard.

Take Me On, I Dare You by Siberienne (WIP)

Captain Steve Rogers is frustrated because no one can keep up with his stamina in bed.

Sergeant James Barnes is also frustrated, but because he wants to be dominated and no one has the strength to keep him down.

It’s a match made at Liberty Fitness and Personal Training.

Couch to Marathon Training Plan by BoldlyLuckyCheesecake

Bucky Barnes is missing something. Since he’s gotten out of the army (not a choice he got to make), he’s checked off all the boxes to Successfully Adult. But between work and seeing his sister and soon-to-be-parent friends he’s gotten into a rut.

Maybe joining a gym for veterans and being paired up with human Adonis Steve Rogers is what he needs to fill that missing something.

ZR 5K Training 2.0 is here!

iPhone users: Weeks 4+ are wrongly locked for existing paid users. A fix will be out very soon!

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The story is set in between the first two episodes of Season 1, making it a prologue to the main app. Doc Myers is in charge of your training, and you’ll hear from Sam and the rest of the gang at Abel. Of course, things will get a bit more complicated than a simple training plan – but you’ll have to get the app to find out what happens…

Check out some of the new features we have in store on both iPhone and Android:

That’s not all!

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Naturally, this is a free update for all existing users. If you have an iPhone, simply update the app. On Android? Download the new app and update the old app (which you’ll need to keep on your phone as an “unlocker”). Your 5K run progress will sync over from ZombieLink, and we’ll also attempt to sync from existing apps.

Wait, there’s more! Zombies, Run! 5K Training is now free to download for everyone! New users get the first three weeks of workouts for free and can unlock the remaining five weeks for a one-time purchase of $3.99 USD – so if there’s someone in your life who wants to start running, this is the app for them!

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If I’m upgrading on Android, why do I need to keep the old app installed?

Short answer: So we can verify you bought the old app and unlock all the workouts in the new (free) app. We’ll soon be updating the old app so it’s much, much smaller and just serves as an unlocker app. This update will also allow us to port over run logs from the old to the new app without ZombieLink.

Long answer: On iOS, apps can check to see if a user has a ‘paid receipt’ and then unlock content based on that. You can’t do that on Android! So if we made the old app free, we wouldn’t know whether you’d paid any money for it, which means you’d have to buy the $3.99 unlock like new users do. We think that’s unfair, so we’re going down this route. 

We’ve talked directly to the Google Play team about problem, and they agree that this solution is the best (or ‘least worst’).

My run logs aren’t syncing properly from Classic ZombieLink!

We’re working on fixing this right now!

I just updated on iPhone and Weeks 4+ are locked – what gives?

This is a bug. If you originally paid for the app, our intention is that you don’t have to pay us again. We’ll be releasing a bug fix as soon as we can - within days!

If you’re having other problems, please don’t hesitate to contact us at support @!

#SanversWeek Day 1

AHHHHH!!! @queercapwriting ‘s #SanversWeek is finally here!! Welcome to Day #1. Today’s prompt is: Intimacy 

Before she was disowned, Maggie’s family was all about tradition. 

The way every other Christmas stocking was flipped on the mantle, for instance. 

How her mom would overlook the health risks and make Maggie flour pancakes instead of wheat on every first day of school. Or even her Grandmother’s nightly tea. 

Little acts like those were ingrained in her and even after all these years, she missed the patterns her family followed. 

The stability it implied. 

And while the meticulousness of every task caused a younger Maggie roll her eyes, those were pieces of her past that she never wanted to bury. 

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anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if requests are open, but if they are: How would the Paladins react to their s/o falling asleep often, or needing to take multiple naps throughout the day?

Hey, it’s mod Enki! Thanks for sending in your ask! 

Alskdj honestly I’m exactly like this and I can’t figure out why I’m always super fatigued?? Coffee barely helps tbh and even makes me feel even sleepier. It’s the worst lmao



  • He’s really concerned at first because he thinks there’s something seriously wrong, like they’re super ill or something. He tries to get them to rest as much as they can until he figures out that they are, in fact, not deathly ill and dont need to rest to recover. When he finds out that hi s/o is not sick he’s super confused because what could cause them to need to sleep so much? It doesn’t make too much sense to him but he lets them take naps when they need to.
  • If they fall asleep randomly somewhere like at the table, or on the couch, or at training then he’ll take them back to their room until they can wake up. Gives them kisses on their forehead before he leaves to do leader stuffs. After a while it becomes kind of routine and he can time when they’re going to fall asleep. Usually it’s after training, or meals but there are time where he’s kind of caught off guard. He doesn’t really mind it unless it becomes an issue for missions and what not. 


  • Probably thinks it’s a little weird but honestly he uses it as an excuse to take naps with them. How could he leave them when they’re all curled up and asleep on the couch?? It would be a crime in his book so he’s more than happy to take naps with his s/o so they don’t feel bad about falling asleep all the time. Also probably allows him to be more cutesy with his s/o like smothering them with kisses when they wake up. 
  • He wishes his s/o could be a little more active without having their energy sapped all the time but he tries to understand the best he can. It is, after all, his s/o and he would do anything for them. If he can he’ll chose to do activities that don’t require too much strain so they can stay awake longer without draining their energy. He’ll constantly try to think of better things for him and his s/o to do.


  • Absolutely does not understand for a good while. He thinks his s/o is lying when they tall him they fall asleep and need to nap all the time. He honestly gets super frustrated with his s/o for a bit before he can figure out they can’t help it. When he realizes this he tries his hardest to understand why it happens. Get ready for a lot of lost looking stares and questions. This poor child doesn’t really understand the whole, “being in another person’s shoes,” thing. 
  • He does get a little flustered if his s/o falls asleep on him while they’re out in the den area with the others. Doesn’t dare to move while his s/o is asleep and tries to stick it out for as long as he can. If he can he’ll try to catch his s/o when they’re about to fall asleep and carry them to his room so they wont be disturbed. Secretly takes naps with them every so often if he can sneak off.


  • REALLY thinks your dying for a bit or thinks your really ill or smth. He doesn’t understand at first until his s/o reassures him that they’re not sick or dying. He understands a little bit after but it takes him a while to get used to his s/o just being passed out somewhere. He tries to keep an eye on them at all times to make sure they don’t fall asleep in some really bad place that could hurt them if they slept there. Constantly on the lookout for when his s/o could fall asleep.
  • He really tries to experiment with his cooking on the castle ship to try and make something that’s going to give his s/o more energy so they have at least a bit more freedom to do more things. When all else fails at least Hunk will be there to take a few naps with his s/o. His s/o can rest assured that he’ll always try to be there for them.


  • Since she’s kind of like, the exact opposite she’s not really too sure how to handle the whole thing. If her s/o falls asleep randomly somewhere the most she’ll be able to do is get them a pillow and a few blankets because there’s no way she’s going to carry her s/o. She might get someone else to carry her s/o of she can find someone but most of the time she’s limited to what she can do. 
  • If she’s worried enough about it she’ll try to make a watch or clip or something to attach to her s/o so whenever they fall asleep she’ll be alerted and can go get someone to put her s/o in her room. Spends a good amount of time trying to research cures or treatments of some sort to try and help her s/o with their energy. Her s/o better be prepared to be a little bit of a guinea pig because Pidge is definitely going to want to try whatever remedy she can find.

Guess who weighed in 6 pounds down today! Me!

Couch to 5k Training is going well. The left picture was from today. It was the end of Week 3!

The right picture was Sunday; I joined @roped-girl in her half marathon training for a day and I didn’t die! Man, that program is rough, especially for a baby runner like me.

I officially signed up for my first race too! July 15 I’ll be running in the Brooklyn Cyclones Take Your Base 5K. Can’t wait!