his flexibility

JIN DOING YOGA CONFIRMED CANON - LOOK AT THAT FLEXIBILITY

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“why do you love lance so much?” why do you NOT?! look at him! this boy can light up any room he enters

bonus:

A bunch of Waluigi facts:

  • Waluigi is canonically the same age as Luigi, as stated in smash bros melee 
  • Despite looking alike he is not related to Wario, as hinted by multiple sources and stated on Nintendo Japan’s site
  • He is almost always a skill type character in games, and is known for his flexibility as well as his gymnastic ability. The move he does where he lifts one leg over his head and spins is apparently an exceptionally hard move for males to typically pull off.
  • He prepared for years ‘honing his antagonizing abilities’ before confronting Luigi in Mario tennis and ‘trains quite hard behind the scenes’ 
  • Waluigi is smart, being called ‘cunning and quick’ and ‘the brain to Wario’s brawn’ in many bios and descriptions
  • He fought Bowser in Mario Party 3 and beat him with a single kick. His powerful foot stomp is his main attack in smash, too.
  • He’s appeared in over 50 games and not one year has gone by that Waluigi hasn’t appeared in a game since his creation  
Expedition to Sol2487-3

Here is my first “earth is space australia and humans are space orcs” post. Have read those and got stucked on the “poisonous oxygen breather”. If other races would breath less deadly (and less energetic) gases for their cell functioning, their bodys were bound to have quite inefficient growth compared to us. So basically, oxygen breather are just fricking huge to aliens. Oh, and I think human’s and bird’s eyes are quite the thing, our eyesight goes beyond most sentinent race’s imagination, but that’s a later term. It’s planned to have several episodes, hope you enjoy it. Please don’t mind my english and leave a comment.


That puny little Planet in System Sol2487, the only one with liquid water there, was indeed a scary one. Our ship was sent to investigate, take some specimens, and leave. No extraordinary thrilling task. The atmosphere was breathable, enough C02 to keep our bodies running, and nothing eminently deadly in there. The oxygen content was somewhat high though. And the sun’s radiation, too. This planet was so tiny in comparison to our homeworld, but much nearer to this system’s sun. Better not risking anything and taking the full protective gear with respiratory support. And those interferences with our ship’s navigation system bothered me. Some mysterious electromagnetic radiation, maybe signs of a sentinent race’s culture? But here? Oddly enough there was life on this overcooked lump of spacerock, but sentinent one? I doubted it. Must have been the planets magnetic field.

The gravitation was stronger than expected of that little planet. Not that far off to my own homeplanet. That was at least twenty times larger, though. How was this possible? We landed on a flat, grey and solid hard surface. At the horizon we saw near endless forests, except for two opposing directions, where this weird grey soil reached til the line of our sights and probably far beyond.
“Is this an empty river’s bed?” I remember asking my first mate, Xato Nexgrra. He was Pakoralean, a race of rather slender built, but quite of the bright site of the universe, capable of some serious multitasking with his fifteen flexible limbs.
“Negative, Captain” he had replied. “It’s stone, once liquid and now hardened again.”
“A vulcano?”
“No, Sir, I examined it with my tactile knots and it feels sort of, I don’t know, artificial to me. A Street. Of hardened tar.”
“Ok, a sentinent race on this planet. Well, that’s unexpected. But who in Xaleates’ damn universe would build a street in the middle of nowhere, wide enough to fit two of our expedition space crafts next to each other, on this puny planet?” It wasn’t like me to use our races deity’s name that informal, but for all that I knew, this was weird. Not even the Morians, the biggest of the known sentinent races, would be in need of streets that wide.
“Captain!” It was Loxxar Kraes, my head of security, an Ukraera, quite smart for his race, but his biggest trade was his speed and agility. Must be down to the fact that they use five of their seven limbs for running.  “We secured the landing zone to the edge of that forest, but… uhm, that ain’t no trees. It’s grass.”
“Grass? You mean, like a meadow?”
“Kinda.”

We gathered in front of the “grass”. Nothing uncommon about grass. In one form or another, it was fairly common on all habitable ecospheres in all universe. But this one was fricking huge.
“That is no meadow” proclaimed Dr. Proaxl, she was a female Qzaor and with her bodyless, misty physique and her unique mental skills she was fit to be in command for both our medical and scientific squads. “That is a field. It is indeed a subtype of grass, but I believe it’s a cultivated form, meant for feeding of thousands of individuals of an organized culture. Or dozens. It depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“On the size of that sentinent race’s individuals” she closed.
“How big can they be? I mean, this is a teeny weeny planet.”
“You are aware there are known microbiotic life forms in explored universe, that not like ourselfes breath carbon dioxide, but pure oxygen? Imagine there would be higher lifeforms, even sentinent ones, breathing oxygen.”
“That’s nature’s legitimate killer, the cause of every known destruction over time. How could a sentinent race breath that? And how’s that related to one’s size?”
“In contrary to our CO2 burning cells, those primitive oxygen breather are capable of extracting food’s inherent chemical energy up to four times as efficient. And in experiments it was clear, that the higher the atmosphere’s content of oxygen, the faster the growth of that cells. I do believe, if there is a higher life foarm based on this kind of cells, it’s size would be physically limited by the surrounding oxygen. And just think of the plants your race has cultivated for food, that grows in fields. How big is that compared to your own size?”
It felt like a glass of liquid oxygen was poured into all of my six breathing holes. This planet couldn’t be for real.

Should you fight NCT?

Taeil: eh if you want to. I mean there’s no reason to but if you do don’t you dare hurt his vocal cords. 85% of winning

Hansol: lol if you can find him. Good luck searching through SM’s basement. 2% of winning if you ever do find him. That boy has seen some stuff from the basement

Johnny: hahaha good luck. That bitch is gonna step on you or you’ll have to fight his kneecaps. -3% of winning

Taeyong:no don’t do it. He’s a precious puppy that doesn’t deserve that shit. 89% of winning in Mario cart

Yuta: DO IT! Like that boy is wrecking bias lists since 1995 and do us all a favor. 49% of winning if you can watch out for his legs

Kun:square up if you’re even thinking of fighting him. I will personally fight you myself if you fight him. 98% of winning because he’ll let you win

Doyoung: if you to then go for it. Depends on the day of the week. 50% chance of winning if Jaehyun isn’t around but he probably bites

Ten:Please fight him. Stop him and his ‘xxxx’ before it can spread. Don’t hurt him too bad since I still want to see him dance. 30% of winning because you have to watch out for his flexibility.

Jaehyun: I beg of you please do. Kick his ass and watch out for his arms because he might destroy you with them. Don’t look him in the face and take him o u t!!! 75% of winning if you follow my tips

Winwin: don’t even think about it. You’ll have to get through me and everyone else in NCT first before you get to this lil bun. -1000% of winning because you’ll be dead before you get to him

The Dream Team: you monster. Don’t you dare touch these children and go get them their milk. You’ll have a pretty good chance at beating them in a pillow fight tho

who you really should be fighting is SM because they need to give my boy Mark some rest and release Kunsol from the dungeon

Parent: What sound does a bunny make?

Child: Irumen Jungkook!

Parent: No.

Child: Chong Jojun Balsa!

Parent: Wrong, let’s try another one-

Child: Wait I got it this time.

Parent: Go on.

Child: The sound that a bunny makes is the sound of a 19/20 year old male making fun of his older brother for being too short.

Parent: No. Next one, what sound does a horse make?

Child: Hobi, Hobi, Hobi.

Parent: No.

Child: A horse makes a screaming sound from being too excited.

Parent: That’s still incorrect.

Child: I don’t like snakeu

Parent: Nope.

Child: Don’t touch my faceu.

Parent: No. Next question, how the sun is how many years old?

Child: 23, well 24 Korean age.

Parent: Where are you getting these from? Anyways, what kind of animal is a turtle.

Child: A turtle is an animal that sleeps all the time because he works hard, and he doesn’t like to do hard physical activity.

Parent: That’s slightly right. Now what sounds does a turtle make?

Child: Infires man!

Parent: No.

Child: ARMY!

Parent: Still wrong.

Child: J Hoooooope!

Parent: Stop. We’re moving on to the next one.

Child: Wait I’m not done yet.

Parent: ….

Child: A turtle makes the sound of a 23/24 year old man sending people to Hong Kong with his flexible tongue technology.

Parent: Why do you know that? Anyways next one: What sound does a koala make?

Child: Jeon Jungkook!

Parent: *sighs* Wrong.

Child: I was born in Busan first!

Parent: No.

Child: I’ve ate 2,130 more bowls of rice than you!

Parent: Can a Koala even eat rice? One more time and we’re moving on to the last three.

Child: A koala makes the sound of a 22 year old male being mad that his little brother and his elder brothers keeps making fun of his height.

Parent: Why are you like this? Alright next one. What sound does an alpaca make?

Child: An alpaca makes the sound of a 24/25 year old male going on and on about how handsome he is.

Parent: Still wrong. Next one, what sound does a lion makes?

Child: Turn up!

Parent: No.

Child: What’s poppin’

Parent: Still wrong.

Child: My name is V.

Parent: No. Last one, what sound does a monster makes when he catches you?

Child: My name is R.A.P Monster, not D.A.N.C.E Monster.

Parent: No.

Child: Jimin, you got no jams.

Parent: Leave.

Tbh, Allen and Lavi are beautiful together whether they’re best friends, siblings, queerplatonic partners, lovers or anything in-between. They’re just so good together; they belong together. 

Scratchy

No matter how many times Levi woke up to Eren’s hard on pressed firmly between his ass cheeks, or seen him come out of the shower butt naked and smiling, or even woken up by his tender kisses and terrible morning breath, nothing could compare to the rare sight of Eren still asleep.

Contrary to popular belief, Eren was always the first one to be up and ready to tackle the day- already dressed and making breakfast before Levi could even get out a throaty good morning.

But it wasn’t always like that.

Before Levi had gathered the courage to confess his feelings to Eren, it was easy for him to be up and ready before the sun even rose. After being the captain for so many years, he was used to being burdened with endless stacks of paperwork and countless amounts of bloody flashbacks to keep him up and running for hours on end. He had no time to know what it felt like to have a good night’s sleep. It was a routine for him.

Until Eren stumbled into his life.

Eren was this unstoppable force barging into Levi’s life, this ball of energy who tore his way into his cold heart.

And he loved it.

Loved the sudden change in his unhealthy routine. How raw and unexpected Eren acted when they were out on missions or in his office discussing battle plans over paperwork and dinner. Loved how straightforward and courageous he was when it came to protecting him. How unexperienced and curious his heart of gold trained him into becoming the man he was today. How eleven years took their toll on his body and mended him into a man worthy of exchanging his status from cadet to Captain.

Levi was reluctant to retire at first, but after the shock of Erwin’s death and exterminating most of the titans, he felt it was time to retire at the age of thirty-four and relinquish his duty to Eren. It wasn’t until a year had passed of Eren becoming the Captain that he got down on one knee and finally proposed to him. Not like he was waiting or anything.

Levi watched as Eren stirred in his sleep, letting his eyes fall where the sunlight beamed down on the golden band safely secured around his ring finger and feeling his heart swell with happiness. He continued to watch as his husband rolled onto his stomach, burying his face into his plump pillow as an exceptionally loud huff escaped from his lips and died into the fluffy cushion embedded with his pine scent.

The white comforter, which used to cover his body, fell from his broad shoulders and down to his bare ass, the tan flesh peeking out from underneath and sending a breathtaking jolt to Levi’s cock.

Ignoring his sudden hard on, he reached out and ran a curious finger along the dip of his lower back. Gliding them over his back dimples before following the curve of his spine while never taking his eyes off of Eren to make sure he didn’t wake up. Once his finger approached the divide between Eren’s shoulder blades and spine, he let his finger slide back down to where the comforter stopped and bit his lip.

Moving closer, he slowly climbed on top of his body and straddled his waist, careful not to wake him as he bent down and lavished Eren’s sunkissed skin in tender kisses.

They were still under the covers, so the comforter pooled around Levi’s lower back as he bent down and pressed his cold lips along the dip of Eren’s back, his calloused hands caressing his sides as he marked his way up to his shoulders. Leaving longer kisses in the curve of where his shoulders met his neck.

Eren hummed and slowly stirred awake, his head turning to the side as his sleepy amber eyes pried open and silently watched Levi shower him in kisses. “You really should consider shaving,” He quietly mumbled, startling Levi with his deep voice. “Your stubble is scratchy.”

Levi chuckled and smothered his face into his neck, making his stubble more noticeable as he rubbed his face into Eren’s sensitive skin. “Asshole.” Eren growled as he playfully flipped Levi onto his back, Levi laughing as he bounced beneath him, caged in by his muscular arms.

Levi smirked and reached forward, burying his hands into his long messy brown hair before reaching up and planting a soft kiss against his lips. “Good morning.” He whispered before Eren hummed and moved his right hand to caress the curve of his slender neck, gently rubbing his thumb over his sharp jawline before prying his mouth open.

Despite his morning breath, Levi let himself get pulled into Eren. Allowing Eren’s left hand to slither under his back and pull him to his chest, letting his flexible back arch into his burning touch. Tilting his head back to allow him more room, Eren went at scavenging his neck with playful kisses, leaving little nicks and pricks from his teeth every now and then in his pale skin.

“Good morning.” Eren spoke between kisses before puckering his lips against his neck and blowing hot air out, producing a loud obnoxious fart sound to be heard.

Levi squealed and pushed Eren’s face away from his neck, scrambling to get away from him while laughing the entire time. Eren chuckled and took hold of his waists, pining him down to the mattress before attacking his stomach. Levi burst out in a flurry of laughter and pushed his fingers through Eren’s hair, trying to get him to stop and away from his stomach.

“Eren- hahaha I swear…if you don’t stop that I’m gonna-!”

“Gonna what?” Eren mused, his eyes dangerous and mischievous as he paused his attacks on Levi’s sensitive and ticklish stomach and instead started to trail hot kisses down his abdomen.

Levi licked his lips. “I’m gonna…” His hands tightened in Eren’s hair. “…gonna…”

Eren smirked and disappeared below the comforter.

Fuck.

ainiyuku  asked:

Hello! I really love your YOI Lovechild AU! Seeing updates for it always makes my day :) I was wondering, if you had time, would you please draw young Mamoru and Milo together? I love the drawings you post of them together. Thank you for creating such a wonderful AU :)

when milo was starting to work on his flexibility!

Yuri on Ice Lovechildren AU

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“Why can’t I come with you?”

That question had been resonating in Harry’s mind for the past 12 hours and, despite having very logical reasoning behind it, he was finding it increasingly hard not to break down and buy two more plane tickets. His daughter was very good at persuasion, especially when she was upset, and every cry that came from her lips lessened Harry’s resolve immensely.

But, you both had decided that this particular trip was going to be one that you and your daughter sat out of. Harry was only going to be gone for four days and the weather forecast for New York wasn’t great; it was just as easy for you to keep yourself and your daughter at home in London while Harry made the trek, instead of having to lug both yourselves and tons of extra warm clothing in case you got stuck there for a few extra days.

Every other trip that Harry had made in the four years since your daughter had been born, he had made with the two of you in tow; his schedule was flexible and sparse enough that adding two extra bodies on a week long trip to LA wasn’t a big deal. When he had gone on tour for six months, he had brought you with him; there was no way he was going away that long and leaving the two loves in his life at home. Your daughter was now used to being a little jetsetter with daddy and felt quite special whenever she got to fly in a plane and get “important” orange juice from the flight attendant in a big-girl cup. You weren’t sure exactly what her reaction would be in learning that she would be left behind with you on this trip, but you figured it wouldn’t be good.

You opted to keep the news under wraps until as close to Harry’s departure time as you could, just to avoid long, drawn out meltdowns if that were the case. The afternoon before, you and Harry sat down with her when she was in a good mood (fed, not in need of a nap and happily playing with toys) and told her that daddy was going to have to go away for a few days, but that she would have to stay home with you. Her face immediately dropped in confusion; this was unheard of, why would daddy be going away without her? You ALWAYS went with him when he travelled.

“Why can’t I come with you?” she pouted.

“Daddy’s only going for a few days and it’s going to be cold there,” he tried to explain, “You and mummy wouldn’t have any fun.”

“But I want to come!”

“I know you do, love, but I promise you’ll be so much happier staying here. You wouldn’t see daddy lots anyway; he’s got a lot of boring meetings to go to with Uncle Jeff,” Harry explained, crinkling his nose.

“If it’s boring, why don’t you stay here with me and mummy and Uncle Jeff can go by himself?” she argued.

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