incline walking

The signs as I know them

Aries: a fiercely protective lover, continuing an argument when you know you’re wrong, passionate loyalty, pushing past your comfort zone, fights that turn into sex, standing outside in the rain and screaming. Freedom. impulsive behavior. Loud and intense. Home.

Taurus: comfort food. Staying in bed on a rainy day. Smart but stubborn. Quiet calculations. Staying up all night talking. Outer space. Lazy days.

Gemini: books and coffee. Friendship tattoos. Smart and resilient. Beautiful. Making friends wherever you go. Two types; either wildly successful and organized like Pinterest in real life or a chaotic mess. Prone to addiction. Living art.

Cancer: musically inclined. Long walks downtown. Deep intellectual talks that leave you feeling calm but exhausted. Ambition. Second chances.

Leo: Staying up too late and drinking too much. Laughing until you can’t breathe. Doing your makeup drunk. Irresponsible decisions that make for good stories. Platonic kissing. Being held when you’re sad. Loyal friendships. Loud and exciting. Not talking for months and picking up where you left off.

Virgo: White furniture. Homemade Halloween costumes and holiday crafts. Careful and calculated. Cleaning for fun. Alphabetized book cases. Never saying ‘I told you so’ even when you’re always right. Motherly. Nurturing.

Libra: memes. Vibrant and super friendly. Always smiling. Eager to please and doesn’t like to disappoint. Goal oriented, and unstoppable once they have an idea. Surprise parties. Pretending you aren’t in love when you are.


Scorpio: staying up all night watching horror movies. Secretive and endearing. Will hold a grudge forever. Cemetery dates. Rough sex. The sound of a thunderstorm outside of your window. Feeling warm in a cold room. Extreme emotional intelligence.


Sagittarius: wanderlust. Forgetting to text back for days at a time. Always somewhere far away; unreachable. Feeing alone in a crowded room. Getting stoned and cuddling in bed all day. Japanese art. Staying out past curfew. Singing like nobody’s around. Inconsistent and deeply conflicted. Anime. Saying we’d still be friends.


Capricorn: Pretending to not like people but being really lonely. Cold. Immaculate attention to detail. Ambitious and unyielding. I haven’t met that many Capricorns.

Aquarius: Talking about alchemy and aliens all night. Doing drugs because I felt sad and you’re a good friend. Listening to me cry about a boy you told me was bad for me. Feels a lot more than they pretend to. Fireball whiskey. Marijuana.

Pisces: Knowing things before you’re told. Crystals. Tarot cards. Your life is a wreck but you always know what to say to help others. Die hard loyalty. Organized mess. Daydreaming all day. Boxed wine. Drunken yoga. A warm hug and a feeling of security. Selfless love.

INCLINE WALKS ARE THE WORST 15 min at 7.5 incline & 4.5 speed 15 min at 12.5 incline & 3.6 speed (literally terrified I was gonna fall off the whole time) Whoever said running was harder than walking never tried this shit. Literally cooled down with a jog at 7.5 incline, and it was 10x easier than walking. Must be running’s momentum or something! Crazy. Sweat out my eyeballs today. Watched Sports Center to keep me motivated the whole time. Thanks Crush, ya literally CRUSHED ME✌️

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5.29.17

What do you do when you realize it’s Monday and you haven’t worked out yet???
You get your buns up and get them moving! I started off on the treadmill doing incline intervals and the hubby came in and wanted to go for a walk too. So I hopped off and we went to the lake.
My shoulder definitely feels like I’ve forgotten to do my band exercises for four days… . That’s no good.
PT exercises and abs are now complete too. I hope you all have had a good Monday!

anonymous asked:

I know you've done something similair, but Madara having a crush on Hashirama and Tobirama's younger sister

Madara Uchiha

•Let’s just address the elephant in the room: If Tobirama finds out about it, Madara isn’t getting anywhere near her. Tobirama just refuses. He’d have the decency not to out Madara’s feelings—he’ll consider it a man-to-man courtesy even if Madara doesn’t deserve it—but he’ll mask his efforts to keep her away from the Uchiha by lecturing her like “I don’t trust Madara. He is not a man you want to befriend. Stay away from him, ______”

•Hashirama, on the other hand, does all he can to give Madara opportunities to spend time with his sister. Hashirama gets so excited!!!!! He immediately jumps to “You could be my brother-in-law some day Madara!”

•And Tobirama is in the corner of the room like No. Not gonna happen

•I think you’re referring to my Madara falling in love with a Senju girl headcanons, in which case , Madara’s determination to get to know her on his own still stands. The only problem is, he’ll undoubtedly need some help or guidance from Hashirama on certain occasions 

•For example, Madara won’t pass up the opportunity when Hashirama invites him over for dinner, knowing their sister is also going to be there. Hashirama is a little sneaky bastard though. He works out the seating arrangements so that Madara and his sister are right next to each other. And he always shifts the dinner conversations so Madara is forced to contribute. He tries to get them talking to each other, kind of like a “Well my sister used to have a bird when she was younger. Do you remember, _____? You wanted a falcon but father said no… Oh, Madara, you took up falconry as a hobby, didn’t you?” (Tobirama is not invited to these dinners by the way. If he he is, he purposely sits between Madara and his sister and glares at Madara the whole time)

•Once Madara has been around her enough, he’ll warm up to the idea of conversing with her on his own, even outside of a setting where Hashirama is the mediator. He’d often walk with her through the village and just chat. He’d especially be inclined to walk her home at night 

•Because I can, I’m gonna go for it and talk about what it’s like when they’re actually in a relationship. And also because I can and it’s spicy, let’s say it’s a secret relationship and the Senju brothers don’t know about it yet

•Madara would likely keep his relationships on the down low anyway, that’s just the type of man he is, so he doesn’t have to go the extra mile to remain inconspicuous. He’s pretty good about keeping it a secret

•It kinda sucks though, because Madara has to watch himself when they’re intimate. Can’t leave bruises or love marks anywhere on her. He did once, on her chest below her collar bone, and Hashirama asked about it. Gullible Hashirama believed her when she said it was a bug bite, or something like that. But Tobirama on the other hand, is always suspicious 

•I meannnnn what if there’s a day little sis is wearing a turtle neck??? In the middle of the blazing summer heat? Tobirama is like….. that better not be what I think it is. And if you look at Madara, his expression is stoic, but there’s this almost imperceptible, ever so smug smirk on his lips. And Tobirama wants to kill him

PROJECT SUMMARY:

On the Ides of March 2014, we selected for our project an unremarkable sophomore engineering student named Trevor Lee. Little did he know that he would become TEST SUBJECT 22: the breakthrough proof-of-concept for our years of research into cerebral reconfiguration. Twelve months later, despite no previous nor natural athletic inclination, Lee walked onto the University baseball team—remade as the ideal designated hitter, both in mind and body. As a result, the Dept of Athletics took keen interest in our continuation of the project, promising significant support and funding.

We knew right away that our immediate priority was to maintain our gift to the team. Lee would graduate by the end of the 2016 season. Therefore starting in the fall of 2015 we began building his replacement for the 2017 season. This time we recruited a freshman named Andrew Petit. At intake the asset—designated TEST SUBJECT 25—was a waif-like art history major. However, like SUBJECT 22, SUBJECT 25 now suffers from markedly reduced academic ability, and has had to switch to a General Education BS, with specially awarded credits in “applied hypertrophic sciences” from the Kinesthesiology Department.

Like SUBJECT 22, SUBJECT 25 acquired high-level visual motion-tracking, reflexes, and proprioception through our cerebral reconfiguration techniques. Subject was also given a high drive to pursue muscular hypertrophy, under the guidance of the baseball team’s strength coach, Mr. Terrazas. We programmed Subject with an absolute, emotionally-charged loyalty to Mr. Terrazas, whom Subject now sees as a father figure. Aided by our reprogramming of pituitary function to increase luteinizing hormone secretion, Subject made rapid gains in muscular development.

Further programming imprinted hitting coach Mr. Howard and head coach Mr. Burnett as additional father figures, who report perfect compliance, dedication, and “coachability” from Subject. Along with further guidance from SUBJECT 22—who served as a “big brother” figure in his training, SUBJECT 25 developed extremely rapidly towards game readiness. Subject was selected onto the team’s roster in December 2016, and had a moderately successful debut season by all relevant statistics. As of this writing, Subject will soon begin play in a summer collegiate league to continue his development, and will receive training in a fielding position.

The usefulness of interpersonal foci in our programming is now undeniable, and shall now be a part of protocol in future projects. We note as having profound reinforcing effect the private sessions which Subject shared with his mentors, which may be examined in our video archive.

anonymous asked:

I really hate to ask it, but could you please write a little thing Jack selling with the reader, his S/O and she faints from exhaustion cause she aint been sleeping due to nightmares that won't leave her alone so she just stopped and he kinda scolds but comforts her and helps/ comforts her again when she wakes back up (from a nightmare) after passing out

“Jack, what’s this word?” You yawned, staring at the paper that had spread ink all over your hands. Reading wasn’t exactly your strong suit, and you had to ask about some of the larger ones. Today was such a long day. The two of you had sold the morning, and the evening edition. Money always got tighter over the summers, when people were less inclined to walk in the hot weather. It was such a hot day out. July felt like such a damn long month when you worked outside, hauling papers.

Your selling partner, and actual partner pulled the paper out of your fingers and looked at it. “Oh, it’s ‘misunderstandin’.” Jack muttered. He handed you the crumpled paper back, which you took with shaking hands. Thankfully, he didn’t notice how they moved. Your entire body was feeling the effects of sleep deprivation, of course. On top of the heat, and scrounging for food. But all the other newsies had to deal with that sort of thing. About a week ago, you’d purged sleeping for as long as you could put it off. The nightmares that had plagued you since you were young, started affecting your sleep. You’d woken up with your bunkmate, Romeo shaking you awake, because you’d started sleep talking. After that, you forced yourself awake each night, to avoid disturbing the others.

The sun was blinding that day. You yanked your hat off and fanned yourself with it, feeling as those you had on too many layers, in reality you didn’t, but the unshakable heat seemed to make you feel sick. “Jack, I ain’t feeling so well.” You hadn’t even wanted to say anything, so the fact that you opened your big, dumb mouth stood as a testament to how terrible you felt. “I think I outta sit d-down, or—” And before you knew it, you hit the pavement, the cement being particularly unkind to your spine. The world around you felt too fast. You heard a faint “(Name)!” Before the comforting darkness consumed you.

People on the streets around the two of you started to stare. Immediately, Jack fell to his knees, abandoning his papers to the ground. “(Name), (Name), stay with me.” he desperately shook your limp shoulders. “Princess, please…” Jack wasted no time scooping you up in his arms, one hand across your back, the other under your knees. As quickly as his legs could go, Jack ran back to the lodging house. Once he made it there, he placed you in your bunk, and after making sure you had no scrapes, bumps, or physical wounds, the tall boy ran off to get you some water.

While he was gone, you had apparently started to call out in your state. Screaming, even. It stirred Jack up from the kitchen, dropping the clear glass on the ground. “(Name)!” Jack hollered, trying to rouse you from your sleep. You cracked your eyes open, looking up at Jack’s soft eyes, laced with panic. The tears welled up too quickly in your eyes, and abruptly flowed out of them. In a heartbeat, Jack’s strong arms were around you. “Shh, you’re okay now.” He assured. Neither of you spoke. You cried. He just held you, and rocked you.

Once, your sobs had ceased to just sniffles, he held you at arms length, and looked you up and down. “Are you okay? What’s been going on, Princess?” Jack asked, staring into your eyes.

Tentatively, you shrugged. Were you ready to open up to him like that? Before you could stop yourself, the words came tumbling from your mouth. “It’s… I’ve been havin’ these nightmares, for a long while, Jack. They’re about my Ma and Da. There was a fire when I was little, and these dreams keep getting worse. I hasn’t been sleepin’, cause Romeo said I started calling out, and I didn’t wanna keep everybody up…” you couldn’t say anymore for fear of crying again.

Jack’s eyes looked hurt. “You can’t just not sleep, (Name). Youse gotta,” he sighed. “I can see the dark circles under your eyes, don’t think I can’t. Look, next time you’re worried about these nightmares, come and get me. I’ll hold ya, like this, and we can talk through it, okay? But you gotta sleep. You’re gonna get hurt this way.”

A weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and you got the chance to release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “Thank you… God, thank you, Jackie.” You were able to really smile for the first time in days.

“Here, lay down, an’ I’ll stay with ya. No more papers for the day.”

“But Jack, you gotta eat!”

“And youse gotta sleep.”

Gently, he pushed you down onto the mattress. Jack pulled his boots off, and wedged himself into the space beside you. “Wake me up anytime you need to. We’re getting you through this.” He whispered. His arm wrapped itself around your waist.

For the first time in a long time, you felt safe.

anonymous asked:

6 w/ snowbaz - ❄️

6. “H-How long have you been standing there?”

I take pride in few pleasures from (partially) living with Baz. 

He is an orderly person, therefore my room is always tidy, whether I like it or not. He’s a pretentious prick, so we always eat the best takeaways available to us. He’s inclined to walk around the flat eating copious amounts of cereal, meaning that he pays for all of the cereal. (It’s a separate budget, can you believe).

But there’s always a drawback. And that’s when he ‘collapses’.

I call it a ‘collapse’ as opposed to a ‘relapse’, because he hates that word. You can argue it for centuries with him, how the connotations to it are not it’s true meaning (failure, as opposed to a natural step to recovery), but he won’t have it. And he won’t hear it. That word is banned in our home (until further notice).

He does this in small ways. He’ll study late and not come back to the flat, visit less, talk past me as opposed to holding a proper conversation. It’s not him. At least, it doesn’t feel like him.

(Do I even know him?)

This is one of those days, where the lights aren’t on and the music has stopped, but Baz still lies in the center of my (our) bed. The quiet space is haunting enough, but have you ever heard a vampire cry?

You’re not missing out. It’s like regular crying, only more painful because vampires are (by definition) tortured souls. Usually, this would be space for a vampire joke, but it just doesn’t seem appropriate.

He doesn’t see me. His back is facing the doorway that I stand in, blankets making him look like nothing more than a lump. It’s a little bit cute. Sad, of course, but still a bit adorable.

He’s crying ever so quietly, probably trying not to disturb Penny. This plan failed horribly, as Penny stand to one side of me with a cup of tea and forlornly pout. We share a look - “Is he okay?” “No, not at all.” - and step inside together.

“Baz?” Penny asks softly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Baz sighs, shaking. “How…how long have you been there?”

“Too long,” I chime in. I take a seat on my side of the bed, crossing my legs, leaning on the headboard. “What’s up?”

Formerly a lump, currently a boy lying on a chaotic mess of pillows, sheets, and tears, Baz swallows thickly and covers his eyes with an arm. “Why does it matter?”

Penny grimaces and presses her ring to her cup. She casts a quick That makes two of us! and hands the extra cup of tea to me. “Believe it or not, Baz, your friends actually do care about you,” she smiles. “You can talk to us.”

“Don’t want to.”

I offer him the cup of tea. He rejects it at first, but backtracks on that almost immediately, sitting up and moving to lean on me. And then he steals my tea. Typical.

I wrap an arm around him and kiss his head. I then understand my mistake, as his hair is somehow in my mouth (how?). Baz almost laughs.

“I can’t tell you what’s wrong,” he admits, sipping tea. “I don’t know why I feel this shit. It’s just happened.”

Penny smiles softly, like her mother used to. “Maybe you could see a-”

“No. No therapists, please.”

“Why?”

“The only therapist I’ve ever been to was a prick who was being paid extra to have me straightened out. Please. No therapists.”

That puts all of my ideas in a bind.

Until Penny suggests: “What if Simon went with you?”

I nod, with enthusiasm. “Yeah, and if they give you shit-” I poke his side and make him giggle, “-I’ll give them hell.”

Baz cuddles up to my side again and considers it. I try to influence his decision by holding him a bit tighter.

“Okay, fine,” he whispers into his tea. “I’ll do it. But I kid you not, Snow, I’m not even looking at a therapist until you’re in the room.”

And that’s fine by me. Anything for him.


penny is the friend we all need and honestly i dont do her justice but she is so lovely and i love her so much.

Frances & Joel in a photo taken by family friend Roddy McDowall in 1988

“She gave me my greatest sense of responsibility, and we stayed sane. Our backgrounds helped. No one in my family was in show business or the professions, and with that kind of background you’re inclined to look at things more realistically. Frances was a very talented actress but once the children came along the family came first. She’s very strong. I was inclined to walk away when things got tough, but not her. Frances is a sticker-outer. That’s been a tremendous help to me and an influence. I wasn’t bright enough not to have gone awry occasionally, but the kind of relationship we had, the kind of marriage, has made it possible for me to rise to the occasion when I had to. You wouldn’t think to look at that delicate, fragile beauty of hers, but she’s one of the strongest human beings I’ve ever known.”

(Source: Frances Dee - A Film History by Ed Hulse)

anonymous asked:

May I ask how you got into weight lifting? I'm interesting in starting a routine, but I have no idea how exactly to do that. I started trying to lose weight and work out more about a year ago, and I've lost 50 pounds so far. Now I want to focus on getting strong, so any advice would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!

Congratulations on losing 50lbs! That’s incredible! 

Doing so much cardio plateaued my progress, and I was sick of wasting my time exercising without seeing results, so I changed my diet to include more protein and I changed my goal to bulking. I recommend watching youtube videos for inspiration, navigating bodybuilding.com, watching what other people in the gym are doing, and going over some basic muscle anatomy to figure out which muscles do which actions. 

Basically, don’t be afraid to use heavier weights. If you want to gain muscle, it’s not going to happen if you’re doing 100 reps on bicep curls with a 5lb dumbbell without breaking a sweat. I recommend an exercise prescription of 3 sets x 5-8 reps, with the last rep physically exhausting you to failure.

[Some of] My upper body workout

My lower body workout

I only do cardio at the end of my workout, as a 20 min low-intensity “cool down” - such as incline walk, elliptical, jog. (According to broscience, low-intensity helps burn fat after a heavy workout.)

1965 - Barry Allen/The Outsiders Crossover Imagine

Prompt: The reader, who is still new to her speedster powers, challenges Barry to race. During the race she breaks the timestream and ends up in 1965 with the Greasers. 

A/N: This was initially just one super long story, but I decided to cut it into two. I don’t think I will write more than two parts for this story. Also, I just wanted to say that I am aware in the film and book they say “White trash” as opposed to “Human trash” (the way I have it in the story) but I just didn’t feel comfortable writing that. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Flash or The Outsiders or any of its characters.

[Part 2] [Part 3]

“I’m not saying it.”

“Why not? You know it’s true.”

“It is not!”

“It is!”

“What are you two going on about now?” Caitlin set her pen down on the desk and turned to see (Y/N) and Barry arguing. This had been going on since the two arrived at the lab today and Caitlin had been hoping it would eventually die down. But much to her dismay, it did not.

Barry opened his mouth to speak, but (Y/N) interrupted before he could start, “He wants me to say he’s faster than me, which is not true.”

Barry scoffed, “It is. You just don’t want to admit it!”

“No, it’s not-”

Cisco raised an eyebrow at the two and chimed in, “Why not just have a race?”

Caitlin’s eyes widened as she shook her head knowing that (Y/N) was still new to her powers, “I don’t think that’s a good idea-”

“No, its perfect,” (Y/N) turned to Barry and smirked. “I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), challenge you, Barry Allen, to a race.”

Barry hesitated for a second, concerned that (Y/N) wouldn’t be able to handle a race with her newfound speed, but the excitement in her eyes made him give into her challenge. “May the fastest speedster win.”

“Here, wear this,” Cisco handed (Y/N) a black zip up hoodie and a pair of black pants that seemed to be made out of the same material as Barry’s suit. “I’ve been working on your suit, but it’s not finished yet.”

(Y/N) nodded and used her speed to quickly change into her new pants and jacket. Barry laughed, and (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows at him, confused as to what he found funny. “You look good.”

She wrinkled her nose, still confused, but a second later it dawned on her that Barry was just as fast, if not faster than her. She smirked, “Nothing you haven’t seen before, but for some reason, I still feel violated.” She laughed and pushed Barry out of the door, “Time to prove you wrong, baby.”

A few moments later, Cisco, Caitlin, Barry, and (Y/N) stood on an empty dirt road that stretched out a few miles across in a straight line. Cisco handed (Y/N) a small earpiece in case she needed to communicate with him, and gave her a small pat on her shoulder. “For good luck.”

She chuckled, “Thanks, Cisco.”

Barry took his place on the line that had been drawn on the dirt with a stick, waiting for (Y/N) to do the same.

Caitlin wrapped her arm around herself and covered her face with her other hand. “I have a bad feeling about this, Cisco,” she whispered to him as she watched the two speedsters through the cracks between her fingers.

Cisco nudged Caitlin gently, “It’ll be fine. I upgraded both of their comms, so we’ll be able to talk to them no matter what.” Cisco waited until Caitlin relaxed her shoulders to begin the race.

“Ready…”

(Y/N) took her place next to Barry on the line, trying to muster up all the energy she could. “Good luck.”

“Set…”

“You too.” Barry leaned over to kiss (Y/N).

“Go!”

As soon as their lips touched both speedsters took off running. Barry had been in the lead, but (Y/N) soon caught up to him.

They both ran right next to each other, but when (Y/N) turned to look Barry, she saw herself. It was almost like a mirror. Then images she had never seen before began flashing by. She kept running, hoping that it was all in her head, but the more she kept running, the more the images became weirder.

But before she could figure out what was going on, the images and streaks around her stopped causing her to crash into a parked car. She heard a loud thud and looked over to see a boy lying on the ground next to her.

“What the fu-” she started but the sudden shuffling of feet against dirt startled her and she soon found herself looking up at a bunch of boys who looked like they worshipped a god of greasy hair. She picked herself up, watching as two of them helped the boy off the floor.

“You alright Steve?” One of them asked in a gentle voice.

“No I’m not alright. First my nose then this broad comes and knocks me off the car.” He rotated his shoulder in a small circle before starting again, “Nothing better be broken or I swear-”

(Y/N) smirked, “You’d know already if it was broken. And don’t call me a fucking broad.”

The air suddenly felt dangerous as everyone of the boys sucked in their breath and waited for Steve to react. And it didn’t take long for him to do so.

He pulled a switchblade from his back pocket and held it low by his side in a threatening manner, “What did you say to me? Don’t you know where you’re at?”

“No, want to enlighten me?” (Y/N) said smugly. She knew she shouldn’t have done it, but he was starting to piss her off.

“You’re on Greaser territory.” He spat.

“Territory?” The word confused her. She was about ask him what he meant by it, but a loud static noise erupted from the comm in her ear.

“… are… there?” She heard before she quickly pulled it out of her ear and let it fall to the ground. She clutched her ear tightly, trying to ease the pain. One of the older boys jumped in front of the others and held both his arms up in front of them in order to get them to back up.

“What is that?” A boy squeaked from the back. His voice was barely audible to (Y/N) against the ringing in her ears, but she managed to make out his words clearly.

Once the throbbing had subsided, she followed everyone’s eyes to the comm on the ground. It had begun smoking, clearly scaring the boys. Two more boys reached for their back pockets and (Y/N) had no choice but to step on the comm and drag her foot across the dirt, destroying it. There goes all communication, she thought.

(Y/N) held her hands up, looking at each boy in the eyes. “Safe,” she reassured them. Everyone started to relax, but one boy still seemed to be suspicious of her. “Can someone tell me where I am?”

The boy took this as his cue, the annoyance becoming apparent in his face, “What do you mean you don’t know where you’re at. How much booze you been drinking?”

“Dally, leave her alone.” The younger boy tried to hold the taller one, who was apparently named Dally, back, but he was having none of it.

He continued to walk towards (Y/N) menacingly, but she only rolled her eyes. “You a soc?”

“A what? No… ?”

“Dal, if she was a soc don’t cha think they woulda already been here,” one of them chimed in.

He smirked and looked away, taking a puff of his cigarette, “You know what, you deal with her. I’m outta here.” He looked back at her and blew a cloud of smoke at her, walking away. The boys began walking away one at a time, leaving her with what she believed to be the younger two.

They stared at each other awkwardly until one of them spoke up, “I’m Ponyboy.” He held his hand up in a halfhearted salute.

“Uh, I’m Johnny.” He nodded his head at her, and they both waited for her to speak.

“(Y/N).” She gave them both a small smile. “So… what’s up with the…” she motioned towards Ponyboy’s neck where there seemed to be a cut smeared in freshly dried up blood.

Ponyboy ran his fingers across it and looked at the ground. Johnny huffed, “Couple Socs caught him by himself coming out the movie house.”

“Movie house?” (Y/N) giggled at the boy’s choice of words. “What year am I in?” She asked jokingly.

“1965,” The boys were confused as to why she would ask such a question.

(Y/N) suddenly felt her blood run cold and her heart drop to her stomach. She felt like the air inside her had somehow been stolen. Her face paled, causing Ponyboy and Johnny to sprint towards her to make sure she was OK.

“You alright?” asked Johnny in a panicked tone.

She nodded and leaned against the car, trying to catch her breath. “I’m fine.” She was beginning to panic, but she managed to convince herself that this hadn’t been the weirdest thing to ever happen to her.

“So Socs huh?” She asked trying change the subject. For some reason she felt inclined to begin walking along the sidewalk. Perhaps it was because it’s what she used to do with Barry when he didn’t know what to do about a metahuman criminal. This was obviously her way of trying to come up with a solution. “As you can tell I’m not from here.”

The boys walked alongside her without thinking. “Yeah. Greasers and Socs don’t get along. We’re the poor ones, they’re the rich ones.” Johnny nodded in agreement, his hands tucked tightly into the pockets of his jean jacket.

They walked until (Y/N) spotted a newspaper on the ground. She picked it up and read the year, 1965. Yup, there it is. She scanned the rest of the newspaper, flipping through the torn pages. Once she was done she closed it, but two small words printed at the top caught her attention. “Tulsa, OK,” it read.

“Holy fuck. OK? As in Oklahoma?!” The boys nodded. “How fucking far did I run?” She whispered to herself before crumpling up the papers and dropping it in the trashcan. No use dwelling on things that won’t help get her home.

The three spent the next few hours sitting on monkey bars and talking about the feud between the Greasers and the Socs. “What fucking assholes.” (Y/N) stated.

“Yeah,” Ponyboy said as he lighted yet again another cigarette.

The headlights of a car driving up had caught the attention of the boys, prompting (Y/N) to sit up straight. The car stopped directly in front of where they sat. “Stay cool,” Ponyboy said to Johnny. A few boys stepped out the car staggering drunk. They were all dressed in preppy clothing clearly showing off the fact that they had money.

“Oh, you got a girl greaser now?” One said mockingly.

Ponyboy and Johnny jumped off the monkeybars, and (Y/N) quickly followed.

“Don’t you know what Greasers are babe? Human trash with long, greasy hair,” One of the Socs said as he proceeded to throw some of the alcohol he had in his hand at Ponyboy. (Y/N) heard someone laugh causing her fist to tighten in anger but Ponyboy stayed still.

“You know what a Soc is?” he asked.

“What?”

“Human trash with Mustangs and Madras,” Ponyboy spat, literally, surprising (Y/N) who was standing behind him. For a second she felt proud, but once she heard someone yell the words ‘get ‘em’, she quickly felt herself get angry again.

The Socs began running after Ponyboy and Johnny causing them to run away, but before they could catch up to them, (Y/N) ran straight towards the Socs. Everything around her began to slow down as she looked each one of the rich asshole Socs in the eye before she knocked them out with her fist. It only took about a second before they were all on the ground unconscious.

She stopped in front them, breathing heavily as she tried to catch her breath. “Don’t call me babe.”

“Wha… what did you do?” She heard Johnny ask from behind her.

Before she could think of what to say to the boys, it finally clicked. Her speed was the solution. Of course, she thought to herself. She turned and smiled from ear to ear at both boys, “… Just thought of a way to get outta here.”

The Craving (prt 5 to Immoral)

Originally posted by gothamfox

Part 5 of Immoral (Part 4 HERE)

Promot:  reader and Ed are roommates and the reader catches Ed after he killed Ms. Kringle. Ed gets all panicked, but the reader helps him dispose of her body and sex in the wood ensues

Warnings: Smut

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I hiked 3 miles. Like hiking up/down slopes and across river rocks. Drew had to help me on some of the river rocks because they were spaced far apart but I did it!!! Some of the path was super inclined and walking down steep slopes. I pushed myself to not take a lot of breaks (normally I need to sit after ever .5 mile or so) but I took 2 super short breaks for about 2 minutes and then pushed myself forward.

We are planning another hiking trip today but I don’t know how long since my feet still hurt from yesterday. There’s no way I would have completed that 60 pounds ago.

I’m so happy I did it and that Drew came along with me.

I’ll update you on our possible second hike later on. 🌲🌸🌺🌳

Thursday (6/8/17):

Mid- Afternoon Trip to the Gym

20 minutes on the elliptical. Hill program w/reverse intervals.

15 minutes on the treadmill. Incline with a power-walk.

Enough to get some sweat around the collar.

Ended with 5X10 tricep dips.

I am trying to figure out when my tumblr-versary is. I know it’s soon, but I can’t remember the exact date, and for some reason that bothers me. I should probably start dating things (hence the date addition to this post). I’ve been reminiscing about life and the past lately (not at all in a bad way)- probably the big 30 creeping in.

Cross-country road trip next week with Oso. As Monday gets closer, I have more and more excited energy.

As stoked as I am to go, I also have to remember food goals. One of my biggest problems I have when on long car trips is that I want a snack at every gas station, or at all the fast food places. Plus, motion sickness makes it very hard to be preoccupied in a car, so when not active I get the urge to fill time eating. My hope is June goals keep me in line for those 5 days of travel.

Full body workout

Here is what I did for my AM workout :)

Warm up: 10 min on the elliptical, level 9

Circuit 1: Smith machine wide stance squats: 5x8, hammer curls: 5x8 (each arm), bicycle crunches: 5x25 (each side)

Circuit 2: Smith machine lunges: 4x8 (each leg), calve raises: 4x12 SS lateral raises: 4x8

Circuit 3: Assisted pull ups: 4x8, kettle bell swings: 4x12, leg raises: 4x15

Circuit 4: Dumbbell deadlifts: 4x12, bicep curls: 4x8 (each arm), hip raises: 4x15

Cool down: incline walk on treadmill, 7.5 at 3.9 mph
Don’t Tell

Relationship: Dick Grayson x platonic!Reader

Summary:  Dick and you are rival superheroes at night but by day are best friends who don’t know the other’s secret identity.

Key: Y/N= your name, S/H/N= your superhero name


“Dick! You have to pick up your underwear, it’s disgusting,” you yelled to your roommate. With all the crap Dick leaves lying around, you couldn’t turn a single corner without running into a shoe or a shirt.

“Do you want me to pick up the underwear or cook diner?”

“Dick you’re literally ordering takeout, I think you can do both,” you chastised the man-child. 

“But I’m doing it online,” Dick said ominously, waggling his eyebrows at you. You smacked him upside the head playfully and he reluctantly got up as you finished ordering Chinese.

“Oh Dick, by the way I have to go to the library to work on a presentation after dinner,” you coolly stated, hoping he wouldn’t question how late you were going.

“That’s perfect!” Dick caught himself before you could ask why it was so perfect. “I mean for you, cause our wifi is down and you gotta have wifi for presentations, right?” He tried to play it off and you were too relieved that he didn’t ask questions to care.

“Yep, gotta have me some wifi.”


You slung your bag over your shoulder and waved bye to Dick as he cleaned up the reminisce of your guys Chinese takeout. You left the apartment as normally as you could, so Dick wouldn’t be tipped off. You weren’t going to the library. You were going to the bathroom on the bottom floor to change in your S/H/N outfit and sneak out into the ally next to the building.

Dick didn’t know about your night activities and you needed it to stay that way. Dick cared about you, you knew that, and you couldn’t let him get worried over you. You could take perfect care of yourself, thank-you-very-much. You’d been kickin ass and taking names for as long as you could remember, and, with some gifts from your roommates dad, you decided to help those who couldn’t help themselves. Like your friend. She was robbed and beaten and you weren’t there to save her, you wouldn’t let that ever happen again.

You surveyed the streets of Blüdhaven from a roof not to terribly far away from you home. You knew, after a couple weeks of subtle research, this is were Nightwing would usually hang around and you and him had a small, ongoing competition. Who could better protect the citizens of Blüdhaven?

“S/H/N? What are you doing here?” You heard the husky voice behind you. You smiled to yourself and flipped to the next roof over. “Hey!” You ran further away from him. You liked leaving Nightwing in your dust, it was a good feeling. “S/H/N stop! This isn’t funny!”

“Really? I’m having a ball,” you grinned, finally turning to face the hero, but only for a moment. After that moment, you began to fall. You had let yourself plummet off the side of the building, enjoying the rush of the wind through your hair, and listened to Nightwing cry out. 

He watched helplessly as you fell until, at the very last moment, you grappled to the nearest building, bringing yourself back to safety. He shook his head smiling to himself, “I swear she’s going to give me a heart attack someday.”

Nightwing grappled after you, enjoy the fall himself, as well. He sauntered over to your crouched form, “You’re going to have to do bet-”

“Shh,” you whispered harshly at him, “Look.” You pointed to two thugs unloading a suspicious truck that Nightwing had been staking out for a week.

He muttered to your back, “How did you know about them?”

You half turned your head and smirked, “You.” You went back to watching the men as Nightwing worked out how you did this. It was like you were a professional, but you had no true formal training.

You quickly gave Nightwing a signal and hopped down into the shadows, the hero right on your tail. “I wouldn’t take those if I were you,” you got the attention of the thugs, but they couldn’t tell where the voice was coming from, “Naughty boys don’t get presents, especially not in June.”

Smoke clouded the small space. You and Nightwing jumped into action, you got the first one down easy. A couple of punches and a strong kick. Nightwing seemed to have more trouble with his than expected, so you sneaked up behind the man, waited for the perfect moment, and…Wham! You punched him into next week. He’d be seeing stars for a couple of days.

“Nice hook, S/H/N, but I could’ve handled it,” Nightwing said playfully.

You swayed your hips as you approached him, you heard him gulp. “I know, but not everyone needs a hero,” you said as you stroked his cheek, flicking up him chin when your hand made it’s way down. “See you later.” 

He didn’t notice you had grappled away until the warmth in his cheeks faded and he opened his eyes. “What a girl.”


You woke up that morning with a bruise on your hand and a sore shoulder from when you ran into a mugger with a big hammer. You snuck into the kitchen to grab an ice pack when you found Dick had beaten you to the punch. You watched as he put the ice to his torso. “Hey Dick, what happened?”

Startled, Dick hit his head on the freezer door. He rubbed his head while holding the ice pack where he had been kicked a few times last night. “Oh, nothing big. Just fell out of bed and pulled something, I think.”

“Maybe I should check it out, I’m pretty medically inclined,” you offered. You walked slowly over to where he stood, trying not to make it seem as though you were limping caused by a car that you fell into, it hit right on your thigh.

“No! No, I’ll be fine. What about you? You’re limping! Did you get mugged,” Dick fired off questions. He worried about you, a pretty girl in Blüdhaven doesn’t go unnoticed by the thug community.

“I wasn’t mugged, I slipped on the steps and fell into a railing.” You devised this little lie last night before slipping into sleep. You watched Dick nod and reach into the freezer. He tossed you an ice pack and you caught it with your good arm.

You both ended up snuggling into the couch and watching movies that day, nursing your injuries from the previous night. “Aren’t we a pair,” Dick laughed after looking from you to himself.

“You have no clue.”

polymorph-naga  asked:

"How did Felo'thore come to worship Elune and learn, well... the hypocritical druidism?"

Felo’thore recounts his coming to embrace astral magic here, but for a little OOC:

Felo’thore trained as a mage in Dalaran, unwillingly uprooted and sent there when he was 15. He’s spent more of his time there in the Violet City among magically inclined people of all walks of Azeroth than he ever had in Quel’thalas. So he really didn’t have Thalassian societal pressure to accept the sun or a concept that the use of nature magic was hypocritical.

So needless to say, a natural curiosity in the stars and the fires of the heavens later in life brought him to an abroad study in Kalimdor on a grant from the Mittlenus Institute of the Arcane in which he studied nature’s magi: a colony of moonkin in Frostwind Gorge, unknowingly lead by a 10,000 year old Kal’dorei balance druid (Elder Polaris Raventhorn) who assumed his moonkin form so often, Felo’thore believed the man to be an actual owlbeast. The colony itself is formed of Raventhorn’s acolytes and natural wildkin sworn to protect a holy site of Elune.

Felo’thore’s early childhood memories of his love of the Eversong Forest gave him a predisposition to be open minded about learning these principles of nature and the cosmic forces upon which they were governed. Over years of research, learning and observing their rituals, techniques, and building their trust,  Elder Raventhorn decided that it was fated by the will of the moon that Felo’thore was to become his Thero’shan, despite the curious circumstances. On one fateful night, Felo’thore was asked to participate in the moonkin congregation’s Eclipse Ceremony- and to his surprise, the Elder trialed his will, and Elune laid judgement on his heart. Finding his intentions for knowledge of astral magics well-meaning, allegedly, the goddess anointed him to be one of her guardians.

Thus here we are currently: Felo’thore spending his time learning of this power that was put upon him and what he is to do with it.

@polymorph-naga

Workout Log 7-14-17

Recovery Day

Today was pinned as an arms and upper body day, but my upper back muscles were still super cranky from Tuesday and several of my moves need to borrow them. So, it’s not very exciting data to look at but very important nonetheless. Today, I did an inclined walk and a full body stretch. Tomorrow, I will do a combined arm and chest day since I’ll have plenty of time and I can go ahead and tell you that my back muscles already feel way, way better. Nothing wrong in a small delay for some R&R if it will help you perform better in the end!

I’ll probably end up walking quite a bit more today, as I already have, so it’s not really a rest day. I can walk circles around this neighborhood! I also have shopping tonight.

No music today. It was a leisurely gym trip so I listened to Wait, Wait…Don’t Tell Me!

In case anyone wondered, Simone didn’t eat the centipede. She just played with it.

Apps featured in this post include Fitbit.

Dude guys, I’ve got another good show for you: Forever.  Medical doctor who can’t die, 200 years later is a forensic pathologist.  It’s really witty and clever so far, with historical flashbacks and crime drama.  I’m diggin’ it.

Also, check out the podcast Sawbones.  Hilariously told medical history.  You’re welcome.