did they ever know that they were missing something

There are so many things I feel when I see you. I feel good, broken, sad, nostalgic and in love. How could I feel those all at once? I feel good because I know you’re doing well and well, I just get to see your beautiful face. I feel broken because when I see your dashing smile, I know it’s not for me. I feel sad because I know I want to be snuggled up next to you admiring your every move while you just live. I feel nostalgic because 2 years ago, you were with me and we were just meeting and figuring each other out and little did we both know it’d turn into something magical. I feel in love because ever since the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew. I knew you were the one and I waited for you, and soon enough our paths crossed and things just got better. And to this day, I still feel everything I used to feel with you and I miss having you here with me. I hope you at least feel something when you see me.
—  AG
Get to know me!

1. selfie
2. what would you name your future kids?
3. do you miss anyone?
4. what are you looking forward to?
5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?
6. is it hard for you to get over someone?
7. what was your life like last year?
8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?
9. who did you last see in person?
10. are you good at hiding your feelings?
11. are you listening to music right now?
12. what is something you want right now?
13. how do you feel right now?
14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?
15. personality description
16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?
17. opinion on insecurities.
18. do you miss how things were a year ago?
19. have you ever been to New York?
20. what is your favourite song at the moment?
21. age and birthday?
22. description of crush.
23. fear(s)
24. height
25. role model
26. idol(s)
27. things i hate
28. i’ll love you if…
29. favourite film(s)
30. favourite tv show(s)
31. 3 random facts
32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?
33. something you want to learn
34. most embarrassing moment
35. favourite subject
36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?
37. favourite actor/actress
38. favourite comedian(s)
39. favourite sport(s)
40. favourite memory
41. relationship status
42. favourite book(s)
43. favourite song ever
44. age you get mistaken for
45. how you found out about your idol
46. what my last text message says
47. turn ons
48. turn offs
49. where i want to be right now
50. favourite picture of your idol
51. starsign
52. something i’m talented at
53. 5 things that make me happy
54. something thats worrying me at the moment
55. tumblr friends
56. favourite food(s)
57. favourite animal(s)
58. description of my best friend
59. why i joined tumblr
60. ask me anything you want

Nightmares // Theo Raeken

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader

Word count: 561

A/N: English is not my first language so I’m sorry for grammatical errors it can have. I did my best to write this. Please, don’t be rude.

Originally posted by fytwolf

Side note: I know there are a few imagines with this plot but I couldn’t help myself


You never thought this could ever happen. Being wrapped in you boyfriend’s arms again, with you head laid on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart, his breath smashing against your face.

These past three months you barely could get some sleep, it was like you were missing something, and now Theo was here, you felt complete again.

You were in the kitchen, drinking some water when you heard Theo’s voice calling you urgently from the room, quickly you left the glass of water on the counter and went upstairs.

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Imagine Your The Last One To Remember Stiles After He Sees the Ghost Riders.

Friends. That all you and Stiles had ever been was friends. But you know their had to be a reason you were the only that could still remember him.
“please find a way to remember.” Stiles said “Remember. Remember that I love you.”

Originally posted by food-oriented

As you walked into the school the next day you felt as if something was missing. Like someone was suppose to meet you by the door or just always did but you couldn’t remember who.

“you okay” Malia asked in unison

“Yeah just feeling like there was something I was pose to do” you told them.

“What’s that” Lydia asked

“I can’t remember” you told them.

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: andrew said that he was sure everyone from the social network would keep in touch, but did they? i know that we're not privy to each and every detail of celebrities' lives, but not one picture of them meeting up in four years? i just need to know if jesse and andrew are still friends. were they always just friends? i don't know. it doesn't matter. i just need to know that they're okay. are they okay? do they ever miss each other? do they text each other when they see something funny or stupid? the daily mail called them "firm friends" once, but are they still? i hope they are. i just really hope jesse and andrew are okay and that they keep in touch.
Angsty Sentence Starters
  • "I can't do this anymore."
  • "I'm leaving, and I won't be coming back."
  • "I never want to see you again."
  • "How can I trust you after that?"
  • "I'm sorry."
  • "I can't believe you did this!"
  • "Nothing will ever be the same."
  • "We can't go back to the way we were."
  • "I'm afraid its terminal."
  • "I have something to tell you."
  • "I have bad news."
  • "He/she didn't make it."
  • "I'm not going to make it."
  • "You're not going to make it."
  • "I don't know if I can make it through this."
  • "I miss the way things were."
  • "I miss you."
  • "I hate you."
  • "I hate myself."
  • "I want to die."
  • "I don't want to be here anymore."
  • "I'm terminally ill."
  • "I've lost my eyesight."
  • "I've lost my hearing."
  • "When will you admit that you hate me/him/her?"
  • "I miss you/him/her and you/he/she doesn't/don't even care!"
  • "I'm worthless."
  • "You're worthless."
  • "I just want to be alone."
  • "LEAVE ME ALONE!"
  • "I don't love you/him/her anymore."
Get to know me; pick any number.

1. selfie
2. what would you name your future kids?
3. do you miss anyone?
4. what are you looking forward to?
5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?
6. is it hard for you to get over someone?
7. what was your life like last year?
8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?
9. who did you last see in person?
10. are you good at hiding your feelings?
11. are you listening to music right now?
12. what is something you want right now?
13. how do you feel right now?
14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?
15. personality description
16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?
17. opinion on insecurities.
18. do you miss how things were a year ago?
19. have you ever been to New York?
20. what is your favourite song at the moment?
21. age and birthday?
22. description of crush.
23. fear(s)
24. height
25. role model
26. idol(s)
27. things i hate
28. i’ll love you if…
29. favourite film(s)
30. favourite tv show(s)
31. 3 random facts
32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?
33. something you want to learn
34. most embarrassing moment
35. favourite subject
36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?
37. favourite actor/actress
38. favourite comedian(s)
39. favourite sport(s)
40. favourite memory
41. relationship status
42. favourite book(s)
43. favourite song ever
44. age you get mistaken for
45. how you found out about your idol
46. what my last text message says
47. turn ons
48. turn offs
49. where i want to be right now
50. favourite picture of your idol
51. starsign
52. something i’m talented at
53. 5 things that make me happy
54. something thats worrying me at the moment
55. tumblr friends
56. favourite food(s)
57. favourite animal(s)
58. description of my best friend
59. why i joined tumblr
60. ask me anything you wan

*SEND REQUESTS*
Pietro Maximoff Imagine: Hands
Requested: Yes
Masterlist: x

Move night was a BIG thing at Avengers towers, and I mean a BIG thing, they were not to be missed, not that you would ever want you they were amazing. Stark would set it all up, all you had to do was turn up into the lounge at 9:30pm to find the lights off with the newest film being projected onto the cinemas sized screen Stark had ‘borrowed’ from who knows where. 

Once again the night was coming round and you were more than excited, you and Wanda would always sit next to each other especially when it was a horror movie, something it was tonight, you were superheros but god did horror films scare you. You would rather take on a bade full of highly trained Hydra agents than watch these films but you and Wanda made an agreement to never miss one. 

Wanda walked in just behind you telling you about what she had heard about this film so far, it was then you realised the lights were off and the sofas were all laid out, Wanda at this point reached for your hand already feeling a little scared. After sitting herself carefully on the very edge of the sofa you slid in beside her, another Sokovian placing himself on the other side of you smiling at you both as you both muttered out a ‘hi’ barely even audible as you were already preparing yourselves with a cushion to hide behind. 

Turns out the film was a lot scarier than Wanda had once remembered, so scary in fact she ended up spilling her drink all down her Pietro even having to take her in the kitchen to clean herself up, it was actually quite funny and took away from the film “Sorry” Wanda whispered walking back into the room followed by the speedy sokovian and you felt the sofa dip once again. Placing your hand out back to where Wanda once was you wrapped it around Wanda’s hand. It took you a few moments to realised, Pietro and Wanda had swapped sides and in fact you were holding Pietro’s hand, you felt Pietro link his fingers with yours and in all honesty you did not want to pull away, every time you tensed or jumped even the slightest Pietro would squeeze your dainty hand in his strong one and it was surprisingly comforting.  By the end of the film you found yourself pushed up completely against Pietro his thigh touching yours, his body heat radiating onto you. 

As the lights flashed on your grip loosened on Pietro’s hand and you slowly stood up stretching your legs. “Right” Nat exclaimed, who wants to go collect the pizzas?” there was a rule on movie night, you always had to have pizza after, no excuses. 

“Y/n, and er I don’t know, Pietro, you’re closest to the door, go get food” she muttered off speaking a few more words but nobody heard them. 

“C’mon then printsessa ” he spoke using one hand to guide you out of the room, his arms tightening the second you were out of the door.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 

The winter air nipped at your bare arms and Pietro noticed, him without thinking wrapping his arm around you attempting to keep you warm. “Y/n” he smooth accent rolled out, him stopping in the dark street just to speak to you properly. “What was that about in the movie, I mean i’m not against it, trust me i’m not against it but er- why then?” he chuckled nervously rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, the confident speedster persona soon gone. 

“Er, I thought Wanda was you” you laughed out equally as nervous, instantly regretting saying it in such a way. As you spoke you noticed Pietro’s face drop a little before faking a small smile, trying to hide his disappointment.

“But-” you continued him listening intently, “I realised pretty quick and that’s why I kept a hold tight” you blushed out, Pierro’s cockiness beginning to show in his body language. 

Pietro used his arm that was still around your shoulder to press you close to him, wanting to use the height difference to his advantage. Pietro’s eyes locked with yours for merely a nanosecond before you felt something slightly rough press against your lips. The kiss was slow and gentle, it wasn’t quick and rushed, it only stopped when you pulled away giggling and looking up at him, his lips a little more full of colour than normal, he looked hot. 

“There is nothing more that I want than to continue, er this but we need pizza” you blushed once again as Pietro began to kiss at your neck. 

“Fine” he grumbled, “But they better be fast, I want to continue this back at my room”

Sorry, its not great i’m extremely tired but felt bad for lack of posting.

pathcat  asked:

heya what did emma watson do? i know she refused to wear a corset but i feel like i'm missing a piece of the story bc that's not white feminism

So I think is in response to my total splurge of posts about the new B&B movie but this is something I’ve been annoyed with for awhile. 

Obviously, Emma Watson doesn’t ever need to wear a corset. She doesn’t want to, therefore she won’t. But. If that’s her decision then why did she take the part of a girl in 17th century France where corsets were not only in fashion but also very necessary for the work/fashion of the time? 

That’s still not enough to dislike anything overall, just an annoyance. 

What really gets me is the dress, the iconic ballroom dress. Which is just learned that Emma Watson had a very strong voice in the designing of this dress.  

“there are elements in which the yellow dress works against [being a modern, strong Belle] in a sense of being a pretty, princess-y kind of dress.”

This infuriates me to no end, why can’t Belle wear a princess dress? Why does a dress decide is she’s a strong woman or not? Since when did clothes ever decide that?

Ariacouture does a whole article on the dress and everything she says is way more articulate so I’ll like that here.

This just all screams a very sub-par feminism that believes that women who chose to be feminine are somehow lesser than “strong” women. Which is bs.

Plus I hate this need to modernize Belle. Becuase her being bookish and enviously beautiful wasn’t enough to make her an outcast in a town that seems scared by women having ideas of their own. 

I don’t think  Belle needs to be modernized, I loved Belle as a child, I wasn’t and inventor or a prince, but I loved reading and I saw that in her. Now she’s taken over her father’s character because being herself wasn’t enough? Emma Watson does this interview with People that spells out what she’s doing to Belle. 

So. 

In conclusion. 

I don’t dislike Emma Watson, or think she’s a bad feminist. I’ve just been really annoyed with this movie and her role in it. I looked for a post where I called her a white feminist cause I remember reblogging it, but now it’s gone soooo??? If I’ll find it then I’ll delete it cause that’s not really representatives of my opinions on this. 

Birthday Greetings vs Birthday Plans

Seungri, where art thou? Few days ago, Leaderssi celebrated his 27th birthday. One thing we all anticipated is members’ SNS interaction, specially Nyongtory’s (Of course Nyongtorians did)

To be quite honest, not all expected an interaction between the two for reasons. I would like to point it out as mentioned in GRi Dynamics #1.

Whenever they are together there is no need to update SNS. Given the fact they did every time they are separated by individual schedule or personal affair. By now this is almost a proven theory.

And knowing Seungri, even “if” Nyongtory weren’t a thing. Would he ever miss Leaderssi’s birthday? It would be plain ridiculous.

My point is, something had been circulating and I did a little bit Korean search and this is what I found but before I show you, knowing that Seungri didn’t greet Jiyong on SNS. And referring to post, we are convinced that they were together, as in celebrated together somehow, someway.

We get Leaderssi updating his IG with:

Oddly that Cola Can had drawn in some interest, because it was a birthday celebration.  Why a Cola Can? When it is a celebration, a wine bottle versus a Cola Can.

Welp apparently this explains things:

Let me zoom that in for you:

So, 💁🏻 yeah ㅋㅋㅋ

Claws and Fangs

For @aph-suecia​ for the USUK Secret Santa exchange.

A lil’ bit of Pottertalia with Slytherin!Alfred and a slight side of UKUS.

-

“Prepared to receive coal this year, Jones? If you even celebrate the season, that is…”

It was honestly like everyone thought Slytherin house didn’t contain any festive joy.

They did—they contained boatloads of it, thank you very much. Alfred would boldfaced ask anyone if they’d ever seen a snake in a santa hat, because if they hadn’t then they were seriously missing out. Mittens, his common room’s snake pet and mascot, looked mighty dapper with a little beard too, he would add.

They even had a tree! And they had decorated it themselves! He’d bet a Galleon that Ravenclaw hadn’t decorated theirs—not unless it was made of books or something. (He didn’t know, but he wouldn’t be surprised if that happened to be true. Books were just repurposed trees, after all. Ravenclaw would probably pat itself on the back for the idea, stupid birds.)

No, Alfred didn’t appreciate the insinuation that just because everyone thought they had black little hearts they couldn’t at least internally string flickering lights on them once a year.

So he was temptingly close to punching Arthur Kirkland in the face.

“Do you have a point to all of this are you just sexually frustrated? Because that rumor that were do handjobs for money is a lie,” Alfred drawled. Then he hesitated. “Okay, there is one guy who does that, but he ain’t me.”

The Gryffindor student blinked, “What? No—,”

“Since the whole ‘are you getting coal’ thing kind of rings like 'have you been a bad boy’ and I’m not really up for that kind of play with you right now, Kirkland.”

Arthur openly glared. Alfred distantly wondered if the prefect had ever even touched himself before, with that kind of attitude. Maybe he hadn’t. “Jones, that is disgusting.”

“Oh, shaming me now. I didn’t even do anything.” Then Alfred grinned. “Or maybe that’s the problem right there?”

This time Arthur rolled his eyes, unaffected. Aww. “Anyway, all that aside, do you celebrate the season or not?”

“… Why?” He asked, suddenly suspicious.

“If you do, I’m meant to assign you to the decorations team for the feast on the Eve. Too many have gone home for the break and we need anyone we can find.”

“Oh.” Alfred shrugged. “Sure, I guess. I mean, so long as you can behave and keep it in your pants while I’m there.”

Arthur scowled at him but then wrote something down, “Great. Here’s the time and place. Don’t be late.”

And thusly the Slytherin was handing a piece of paper with small list of things he was supposed to bring. Before he could say anything more, Arthur was walking away.

It never really occurred to him why they needed students to set things up when Hogwarts was already thoroughly decorated.

.

When Alfred arrived the only other person there was Arthur.

Which was weird because as far as he could see there weren’t any supplies lying around, no one was busy working, and the Gryffindor himself was just standing there, awkward and out of place.

Alfred adjusted the box in his arms as he approached, “Uh… was stuff canceled or was this all a prank? 'Cause if it’s the latter then I’m not really bothered by it. Most of the stuff I got to help out was from the house head…”

For a moment Arthur didn’t say anything, he just looked Alfred over with a tight-lipped expression. There was a dusting of snow on his jacket. “You know, I always wondered why it was that you spent every break here.”

Shifting uncomfortably, Alfred said, “Because I can? Don’t you always stay too?”

“Yes,” Arthur answered shortly.

“… Okay.” Alfred frowned, confused.

Suddenly a small, wrapped object was shoved in front of Alfred’s eyes and the Slytherin jumped back, startled, and dropped the box. Arthur appeared less-than-pleased by the display albeit admittedly sheepish. “Sorry.”

Alfred was torn between the dropped box and the so-called present so he focused on the present. Something from Arthur had the possibility of being poisonous. “What is it?”

“A gift.” Arthur told him.

“Why?”

The Gryffindor’s lip twitched. “Because I can,” he said, repeating Alfred’s own words back at him.

Alfred hesitated, torn. On the one hand, this was probably going to go badly for him.

Yet on the other hand his heart was twisting in his chest because for all their banter he kind of, sort of, maybe, might have been repressing feelings for the Gryffindor student which had initially been extremely misplaced. It was why he had been sorted into Slytherin in the first place—someone with eyes that green had to be snake house.

But then Alfred had gone first, mentally begged the hat, and then Arthur had to go off and be some valiant Gryffindor, all posturing and eager to show his superiority when Alfred went to congratulate him on his sorting.

He’d kind of hated the guy ever since in a 'I love you so much but I also want you to die’ way.

So of course he took the present.

Opening it, he was surprised to find it was some kind of burnt food, which at first he thought confirmed his suspicions that this was a joke.

That was until Arthur said, “I know you’re not British born, but I thought… well, we may as well get along for a few days. We won’t be here forever, after all. You don’t have any opposition to shortbread cookies do you?”

Alfred peered at the Gryffindor, trying to locate the malice. He couldn’t find it.

This was a real gift… 

Arthur just sucked at cooking.

“Uh… no, I like cookies,” the Slytherin said after a long pause. Normally not singed ones, but he’d be lying if he said his heart wasn’t palpitating like an idiot over this.

“Would you try one? I want to make sure they’re alright.”

That really should have invoked suspicion, but Alfred was opening the plastic by the time Arthur finished speaking. The other boy just looked so dang hopeful he couldn’t believe this was an awful trick. And so he took a bite of a cookie, wincing a little at the charcoal coating, but nodding a bit at the bitter, salty flavor.

Arthur really, really sucked at cooking.

“It’s great,” Alfred told him with a smile, swallowing the bite down. “I didn’t bring anything for you though. I mean, I didn’t know you would do this, so…”

Arthur was staring at him—squinting, really. The Gryffindor’s stare was so intense Alfred felt himself automatically begin to sweat, because it was the kind of look he often got whenever he was in trouble.

“… Something wrong?”

For a moment Arthur didn’t say anything. Then, slowly, “How do you feel?”

Pardon?” Alfred asked, brows shooting up.

Suddenly the Gryffindor looked guilty and Alfred zeroed in on it like a hippogriff. That was the nice thing about not being in the courage and chivalry house, he supposed: the jerks had trouble lying.

“What did you do?”

Arthur glanced away, “Nothing, I just…”

Alfred shot forward and grabbed him by the scarf, yanking him forward, “What was it?

The Gryffindor squirmed, clearly fighting with himself, before looking at him and leaning inwards. Then, just like that, they were kissing.

And Arthur was warm, too. He smelled like cinnamon and eggnog and bitter tea leaves from one of his little readings. It took Alfred a few stunned seconds to realize that he’d started mindlessly reciprocating the affection before he stumbled back.

Arthur just watched him, eyes unreadable.

“I— you…” Alfred stammered.

“So it did work,” the other boy murmured.

“What did?”

Wait, wait, wait, Alfred wasn’t this stupid. He wasn’t. No, there was an answer to this. Arthur had kissed him after all.

After giving him homemade cookies.

“Love potion,” the Slytherin exhaled.

Arthur glanced away suddenly, stricken.

“It was, wasn’t it— you tried to…” Alfred shook his head. He didn’t feel very much different. “Why?”

“It was… I just thought…” Arthur heaved a sigh, raking a hand through his wild hair.

Alfred crossed his arms, waiting.

Arthur looked at him, “I—… I’m sorry. This wasn’t how I wanted to do things at all. But you must understand that I had no choice really. I've… cared about you far more than I should and I just thought, well… perhaps this Christmas it would be nice to not spend it alone. I knew it was unfair, but… you hate me… and I didn’t see any other option.”

“Wait, so… let me get this straight,” Alfred said, gesturing to stop Arthur from continuing. “You like me so much that you wanted to… potion me into spending Christmas with you?”

“I— er…” Arthur squirmed again then nodded. “Yes.”

“You ever think maybe you could just, I don’t know, ask?

The Gryffindor didn’t appear to comprehend him.

Alfred frowned, “Look… You gave me some stuff and—… I think it’s best we part ways 'til it wears off or whatever. I’ll deal with you later, okay?”

With that Alfred turned and left, his footsteps echoing through the corridor. Leaving Arthur alone with his own guilt would be a good enough punishment.

Truthfully he didn’t feel any side effects. 

He just needed time to think.

.

“Arthur.”

The boy jumped and spun around. “Don’t startle me like that, Jones!”

“Sorry,” Alfred said. He wasn’t. “Old habits die hard.”

Arthur seemed to re-realize what he had done last they met because he went from angry to nervous instantaneously. “So, er… it wore off then?”

“You know to be honest I’m not sure it worked,” Alfred drawled casually. “Maybe you just suck at potions.”

“Impossible,” Arthur told him. “I tried it on a few of my friends.”

“Wow, that’s how you treat your friends?”

“Gilbert is hardly an innocent, thank you. And I wasn’t the one who gave it to him, in case you were wondering.”

“Gotcha,” Alfred said. “But anyway, yeah. Didn’t feel nothin’.”

Arthur rubbed his chin, “That’s odd. It should have worked. I don’t see why it—,” He caught himself. “Er, you’re not going to turn me in for this are you?”

“Nah, I don’t feel like it. But I gotta ask you one thing first.” Alfred took in a breath, steeling himself. “Were you joking about that having feelings for me stuff?”

Arthur, if possible, went paler than his already naturally pale complexion. It was like he was waiting for the death blow. “No.”

“ 'Cause I’m thinkin’… maybe the reason it didn’t work on me was because I already loved you and was pretty obsessed with you to begin with. I’m not sure you could’ve brewed something stronger than that.”

Those great, green eyes stared at Alfred, uncomprehending. It was weird but the jerk looked so much like a kitten for a complete second, all bright, disbelieving awe.

And then Arthur was kissing him, which was far more like his personality, drinking Alfred in until he had him pinned up against the side wall, hand roaming down to the Slytherin’s butt and feeling up his thigh. Which was a bit presumptious, Alfred thought.

Not that he minded at all.

Of course Arthur stopped when the paintings started to comment on them in giddy, loud not-whispers. But Alfred knew so many of the secret passage ways that it was a cinch to go and have some of that naked yuletide festivity somewhere else.

Arthur might have had a lion’s drive of a libido but Slytherins weren’t called sexy for nothing.

Needless to say:

Best. Holiday Break. Ever.

→ Childish Games

Puck had never felt so lame in his life. It was Saturday (The warmest one in November he could ever seen) and he had no plans. He’d texted all his teammates and they were all busy. At least that’s what they said. Even Kitty was busy. Did he miss something? Why was everyone suddenly too busy for him. Judy and Eric had taken Sarah to a birthday party for the day, so they were all gone. He didn’t know where Quinn was. Her car was in the driveway, so she was either home or out with Finn. He hadn’t really talked to her since after her date the other night. They’d seen each other in passing, and since she’d been getting rides to and from school with Finn, he didn’t have to carpool with her. 

He just wished she would make up her mind. Did she wanna fuck around with him or not? The back and forth was getting old. Putting on an old McKinley hoodie and some basketball shorts, he went into the garage to grab a basketball to do a few shots in the front yard. Even Call of Duty was getting boring, and he needed to brush up on his skills for basketball season. 

After about an hour of practice shots and failed slam dunks, he peeled off his hoodie, exposing his bare chest to the chilly fall air. It felt good, since he was starting to sweat a bit under the thick sweatshirt. He climbed the steps of the porch to go in to get a water bottle and spotted Quinn sitting on the porch swing with a book. “Sup? How long have you been out here?” he asked, a bit out of breath from his rigorous practice.