need to stop lifting those weights

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Consider; Taako who used to not cuddlenap with anybody because he gets too overheated to be comfy and then Kravitz happens. And Taako doesn't let him out of bed for two solid days. It's the longest marathon snuggle nap in history

He knows Kravitz is super cold–like, that ship sailed the first time they tried holding hands. Taako made the connect. The reaper has to blow on his own damn face to prepare whenever they want to kiss, for god’s sake.

It doesn’t really matter to Taako until he’s about to kick the man out of his apartment late at night, and then Kravitz sits beside Taako and wraps an arm around his shoulder. Already tired, Taako has no issue with leaning his entire weight against him.

Then it really hits.

“Broseph, I’m gonna need you to take those clothes off.”

Kravitz brows go up to his hairline, and if he could, Taako is sure the man would be blushing. “What–not that I uh, would say no, but isn’t it a little soon–”

“No, doofus!” Taako is already undoing the buttons on his shirt and suit jacket while he chuckles. Kravitz has plenty of time to stop him at any moment, but lifts his hands to help him out instead.

The moment Taako can push his sleeves down and bare the reaper’s chest to the air, he dives down, pressing his face into his collar. Sure enough, his skin is even colder now directly than when he has his clothes on, and the contrast in temperature to his warm cheek is to die for. “Oh, fuck yeah, dude.”

“You… like my cold, undead temperature?”

“Not like, all the time, but right now time? Holy shit.” Taako inhales deeply, nose pressed into his neck, before letting out a content sigh. “You don’t get it, Krav. My sister’s a fucking ball of fire, which was useful if we were sleeping on the streets, but otherwise? No can do. Ain’t no one ever had the pleasure of cuddling the great Taako til now.”

A hand finds itself in Taako’s hair and begins undoing his braid as Kravitz chuckles. “I’m… honored, actually. I haven’t been physically intimate with anyone in centuries–I’m grateful the first person to get close enough to enjoys it?”

“Understatement of the century. Now take off those clothes and let’s really pull in to snuggle town.”

Advanced English Vocabulary

aberration (n.) - something that differs from the norm (In 1974, Poland won the World Cup, but the success turned out to be an aberration, and Poland have not won a World Cup since).

abhor (v.) - to hate, detest (Because he always wound up getting hit in the head when he tried to play cricket, Marcin began to abhor the sport).

acquiesce (v.) - to agree without protesting (Though Mr. Pospieszny wanted to stay outside and work in his garage, when his wife told him that he had better come in to dinner, heacquiesced to her demands.)

alacrity (n.) - eagerness, speed (For some reason, Simon loved to help his girlfriend whenever he could, so when his girlfriend asked him to set the table he did so with alacrity.)

amiable (adj.) - friendly (An amiable fellow, Neil got along with just about everyone.)

appease (v.) - to calm, satisfy (When Jerry cries, his mother gives him chocolate to appeasehim.)

arcane (adj.) - obscure, secret, known only by a few (The professor is an expert in arcaneKashubian literature.)

avarice (n.) - excessive greed (The banker’s avarice led him to amass an enormous personal fortune.)

brazen (adj.) - excessively bold, brash, clear and obvious (Critics condemned the writer’s brazen attempt to plagiarise Frankow-Czerwonko’s work.)

brusque (adj.) - short, abrupt, dismissive (Simon’s brusque manner sometimes offends his colleagues.)

cajole (v.) - to urge, coax (Magda’s friends cajoled her into drinking too much.)

callous (adj.) - harsh, cold, unfeeling (The murderer’s callous lack of remorse shocked the jury.)

candor (n.) - honesty, frankness (We were surprised by the candor of the politician’s speech because she is usually rather evasive.)

chide (v.) - to voice disapproval (Hania chided Gregory for his vulgar habits and sloppy appearance.)

circumspect (adj.) - cautious (Though I promised Marta’s father I would bring her home promptly by midnight, it would have been more circumspect not to have specified a time.)

clandestine (adj.) - secret (Announcing to her boyfriend that she was going to the library, Maria actually went to meet George for a clandestine liaison.)

coerce (v.) - to make somebody do something by force or threat (The court decided that David Beckham did not have to honor the contract because he had been coerced into signing it.)

coherent (adj.) - logically consistent, intelligible (William could not figure out what Harold had seen because he was too distraught to deliver a coherent statement.)

complacency (n.) - self-satisfied ignorance of danger (Simon tried to shock his friends out of their complacency by painting a frightening picture of what might happen to them.)

confidant (n.) - a person entrusted with secrets (Shortly after we met, he became my chief confidant.)

connive (v.) - to plot, scheme (She connived to get me to give up my plans to start up a new business.)

cumulative (adj.) - increasing, building upon itself (The cumulative effect of hours spent using the World English website was a vast improvement in his vocabulary and general level of English.)

debase (v.) - to lower the quality or esteem of something (The large raise that he gave himself debased his motives for running the charity.)

decry (v.) - to criticize openly (Andrzej Lepper, the leader of the Polish Self Defence party decried the appaling state of Polish roads.)

deferential (adj.) - showing respect for another’s authority (Donata is always excessivelydeferential to any kind of authority figure.)

demure (adj.) - quiet, modest, reserved (Though everyone else at the party was dancing and going crazy, she remained demure.)

deride (v.) - to laugh at mockingly, scorn (The native speaker often derided the other teacher’s accent.)

despot (n.) - one who has total power and rules brutally (The despot issued a death sentence for anyone who disobeyed his laws.)

diligent (adj.) - showing care in doing one’s work (The diligent researcher made sure to double check her measurements.)

elated (adj.) - overjoyed, thrilled (When he found out he had won the lottery, the postman was elated.)

eloquent (adj.) - expressive, articulate, moving (The best man gave such an eloquent speech that most guests were crying.)

embezzle (v.) - to steal money by falsifying records (The accountant was fired for embezzling €10,000 of the company’s funds.)

empathy (n.) - sensitivity to another’s feelings as if they were one’s own (I feel such empathy for my dog when she’s upset so am I!)

enmity (n.) - ill will, hatred, hostility (John and Scott have clearly not forgiven each other, because the enmity between them is obvious to anyone in their presence.)

erudite (adj.) - learned (My English teacher is such an erudite scholar that he has translated some of the most difficult and abstruse Old English poetry.)

extol (v.) - to praise, revere (Kamila extolled the virtues of a vegetarian diet to her meat-loving boyfriend.)

fabricate (v.) - to make up, invent (When I arrived an hour late to class, I fabricated some excuse about my car breaking down on the way to work.)

feral (adj.) - wild, savage (That beast looks so feral that I would fear being alone with it.)

flabbergasted (adj.) - astounded (Whenever I read an Agatha Christie mystery novel, I am always flabbergasted when I learn the identity of the murderer.)

forsake (v.) - to give up, renounce (I won’t forsake my conservative principles.)

fractious (adj.) - troublesome or irritable (Although the child insisted he wasn’t tired, his fractious behaviour - especially his decision to crush his jam sandwiches all over the floor - convinced everyone present that it was time to put him to bed.)

furtive (adj.) - secretive, sly (Claudia’s placement of her drugs in her sock drawer was not asfurtive as she thought, as the sock drawer is the first place most parents look.)

gluttony (n.) - overindulgence in food or drink (Helen’s fried chicken tastes so divine, I don’t know how anyone can call gluttony a sin.)

gratuitous (adj.) - uncalled for, unwarranted (Every evening the guy at the fish and chip shop gives me a gratuitous helping of vinegar.)

haughty (adj.) - disdainfully proud (The superstar’s haughty dismissal of her co-stars will backfire on her someday.)

hypocrisy (n.) - pretending to believe what one does not (Once the politician began passing legislation that contradicted his campaign promises, his hypocrisy became apparent.)

impeccable (adj.) - exemplary, flawless (If your grades were as impeccable as your brother’s, then you too would receive a car for a graduation present.)

impertinent (adj.) - rude, insolent (Most of your comments are so impertinent that I don’t wish to dignify them with an answer.)

implacable (adj.) - incapable of being appeased or mitigated (Watch out: once you shun Grandmother’s cooking, she is totally implacable.)

impudent (adj.) - casually rude, insolent, impertinent (The impudent young woman looked her teacher up and down and told him he was hot.)

incisive (adj.) - clear, sharp, direct (The discussion wasn’t going anywhere until her incisive comment allowed everyone to see what the true issues were.)

indolent (adj.) - lazy (Why should my indolent children, who can’t even pick themselves up off the sofa to pour their own juice, be rewarded with a trip to Burger King?)

inept (adj.) - not suitable or capable, unqualified (She proved how inept she was when she forgot two orders and spilled a pint of cider in a customer’s lap.)

infamy (n.) - notoriety, extreme ill repute (The infamy of his crime will not lessen as time passes.)

inhibit (v.) - to prevent, restrain, stop (When I told you I needed the car last night, I certainly never meant to inhibit you from going out.)

innate (adj.) - inborn, native, inherent (His incredible athletic talent is innate, he never trains, lifts weights, or practices.)

insatiable (adj.) - incapable of being satisfied (My insatiable appetite for blondes was a real problem on my recent holiday in Japan!)

insular (adj.) - separated and narrow-minded; tight-knit, closed off (Because of the sensitive nature of their jobs, those who work for MI5 must remain insular and generally only spend time with each other.)

intrepid (adj.) - brave in the face of danger (After scaling a live volcano prior to its eruption, the explorer was praised for his intrepid attitude.)

inveterate (adj.) - stubbornly established by habit (I’m the first to admit that I’m an inveterate cider drinker—I drink four pints a day.)

Title: Just A Dream (Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: The reader as terrible nightmares, which leaves them wandering around Stark Tower late at night. Luckily, Peter Parker is there to protect from the bad dreams.

Word Count: 1608

Warnings: Nightmares

A/N: I actually love this so much ugh so so so cute LOL. I want Peter Parker to comfort me when I have bad dreams (@ tom holland) I hope you enjoy!

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Keith works out, Lance ogles happily, Pidge tries to analyze the nature of their PDA ... she swiftly regrets all the things.

Some very kind people have sent me some very kind asks and made me feel better about being sick lately — and suddenly, my fingers were doing a thing on the keyboard? This thing, specifically? Just, everyone is so very nice, and I hope you like this silly little one-shot about silly space boys :) (Special shout-out to the anonymous person that called out this idea before I posted! Such amazing psychic powers! :D)

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“But seriously, if my calculations are correct — shut your mouth, Lance, they are always correct — then Keith is initiating fifty two point seven percent of the times you make me want to invent brain bleach.” Pidge pauses to push her glasses up her nose. “Keith, care to offer some insight into this?”

“No.” Keith resumes lifting weights. Really, discovering the Castle’s weight room was one of the worst things that could have happened to Lance — now his boyfriend split his free time between training simulations and tossing around heavy things/running on treadmills. 

The Red Paladin had become a gym rat. The Blue Paladin was not surprised.

Also, Keith didn’t need more muscles, as Lance didn’t need that kind of heart attack. Even if watching those biceps strain was … nice.

“My boo is just too hot to trot for my banging bod,” Lance says proudly, flexing his own (not quite as big but still very impressive) biceps.

Keith stops lifting weights so he can face palm. Pidge stares up towards the heavens in supplication.

“That’s going in my notes as one of the top five worst things you’ve ever said. Maybe top three.” Pidge actually takes out her computer to write it down.

Keith, with his face still buried in one hand, points with his other and says, “I don’t know if I can kiss that mouth at all today. That was horrifying.”

“Fifty two point seven percent, querido,” Lance cheerfully reminds him. “Ain’t nobody buying what you’re selling.”

Keith shoots Pidge a despairing glance. “I mean, was the pining that bad, really? Would it be so terrible to go back to that?”

Lance has taken a seat directly across from Keith, lifting a set of weights (they were barbells with rocks on either end — Coran had said something about how one could alter the density, thereby making them heavier/lighter, but Lance had immediately gotten distracted by challenging everyone to a weight lifting competition and somehow it ended with Hunk bench-pressing Lance and Pidge, and Shiro trying to throw Keith over their heads? Lance still doesn’t quite understand what happened there).

“I feel like the reason Keith is macking on me in public more is because he’s kinda into the fact that he can,” Lance explains, grunting a little as he tries to mimic Keith’s moves. “I mean, the pining was so real — he had been staring lingeringly at me from afar for so long, and now it’s like, free pass to grope all the time.” Lance winks at Keith, who is venturing to peek at him from between his fingers. “Because you do. Have a free pass. To grope. Put your hands any —”

“I know.” Keith lifts his weights with relative ease, a small smile pulling on his lips. “And yeah, Pidge. Maybe that’s part of it.”

“Part of it?” Lance asks, somewhat breathlessly as he switches arms since his right one was starting to ache from the effort. “Dude. All of it. Your thirstiness is not to be denied.”

Pidge rolls her eyes, jotting down a few more notes from her perch on the jungle gym (like, with actual vines for swinging and bouncy giant lily pads — Lance could not get over how cool Alteans were). “Believe it or not, I actually came to that conclusion on my own — Keith is now thirty six point four percent more affectionate with everyone, not just you, Lance.”

“That’s … really sweet,” Lance says, feeling vaguely proud of both himself and Keith. The idea that he’s making Keith more willing to show his love to the rest of their space family … It’s a little humbling, and a lot of awesome. He can feel his cheeks heating up.

The weights Keith had been lifting are now on the floor as he walks over to Lance, lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. Lance is grinning at the flash of a still slightly soft tummy (Keith has muscle definition, but there’s a small bit of cushiness around his middle that Lance really loves). Lance stops grinning when Keith suddenly drops into his lap, straddling him on the bench without any warning.

“You’re forgetting something key, Pidge,” Keith is saying, glancing over his shoulder at the Green Paladin, who is looking annoyed and amused in equal parts.

“All right, enlighten me.” Pidge grimaces. “With as little trauma as possible, if you please.”

“I think I’m gonna expire in a minute here, Pidge, mi hermanita querida, would you please spare me the humiliation and not witness this? Keith, whatever it is that you’re thinking —”

Keith covers his mouth with one hand, and Lance tries to speak past it, yelling his objections into the palm of a fingerless glove.

“See, notice how he can still talk?” Keith tilts his head in Lance’s direction, speaking with infuriating calm. “It’s a bit of a problem sometimes. But —”

The hand is gone. Lance is pissed off enough to start shouting, “Hey, you jackass, wail till I —”

Keith’s lips are on his. His mouth falls open automatically, and Lance sort of loses the thread of … reality. Pidge whips them both in the head with a towel, which is when his wondrous boyfriend pulls away, leaving Lance gaping, licking his lips, and contemplating if he should still be irritated.

“Efficient, no?” Keith asks, his dark eyes glinting.

Pidge is glaring at him. “Except for the brain bleach aspect. Which I am going to go work on now. With Hunk’s help, he is one hundred percent behind me on this. There are cameras in here, by the way, not that that’s ever stopped you …” She gets up and walks out, though not before ruffling Lance’s hair and saying, “You’re such a goner, hermano.”

When she’s gone, and Lance is left with nothing but a smug Red Paladin sitting on his thighs, he huffs, jabbing at Keith’s chest. “So you’re kissing me to shut me up most of the time?”

“Not most of the time,” Keith admits, his smirk easing back into a smile. “But Pidge would have probably gagged if I told her the main reason.”

“It’s not the ‘can’t resist my stellar good looks’?” Lance pouts. “That’s a little disappointing.”

Keith presses a quick kiss to his mouth. He’s flushed from exercise, but Lance swears his cheeks get a little bit darker as he speaks, “It’s because half the time I think I’ve made up this whole stupid thing, okay? We got together at a freaking ball. There was a duel involved. And dancing in fancy suits.” Keith waves his hands around for emphasis before crossing his arms. “And we still argue like … It’s fine, but it feels like before sometimes, so I just … need to make sure it’s not. Like before.”

Lance follows these words until he understands where they’re leading and then … He’s blushing, and smiling, and pulling Keith in closer. “You … you need to make sure this is real. That you didn’t … dream it. Because … I’m that good of a dream, huh?”

Keith groans, burying his face in Lance’s shoulder. “Crap. Okay, backtrack, I never said anything, especially not that stupid, sugary pile of —”

“No, no take backs!” Lance sings. “I … sometimes have the same problem. So, uh, a good chunk of my forty seven point three percent contribution is exactly that.” He smiles up at Keith once the Red Paladin pulls back and sits up straighter in Lance’s lap.

“Yeah?” Keith leans down, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Yeah,” Lance whispers against his mouth … which is when a painfully loud alarm goes off, and they are simultaneously soaked in freezing water as sprinklers kick in. Lance shrieks. Keith falls backward off his lap to the now slippery floor.

“You have rooms. Go get in one!” Pidge yells over the Castle comm.

“Please!” That sounded like Shiro’s voice, a little distant from the microphone.

Lance is laughing and shivering, and Keith is back to being mortified, but they adhere to Pidge’s wishes (who knew what she might pull next? Lance wouldn’t put it past her to space them at this point), and take off running. Keith yanks Lance into the gym’s showers.

“No cameras in here,” Keith says, raising an eyebrow. “And I need a shower anyway.”

Lance is rendered speechless. He wonders if this counts as part of Keith’s fifty two point seven percent of PDA. He wonders if Pidge is all-knowing. And then there’s a shirt coming off, and warm water pouring from a shower head, Keith kicking off his shoes from inside the cubicle. Lance can’t think as Keith’s hands reach for his shorts … and then pause.

“Yeah, so you just wait right here — you can take your turn when I’m done.” Keith grins and slams the shower door in his face.

Lance wonders if there’s a way to flush a toilet on a space castle to turn the water into a frigid torture. He says as much out loud, kicking lightly at the door.

Keith is laughing, and Lance may or may not adore that sound more than any other in the universe, except for his mom’s affectionate scolding … So, he decides to wait until the Red Paladin is done and then do his best to up his percentage. Forty seven point three percent simply will not do, Lance thinks to himself with a goofy smile.

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Random one-shot after Objects in Motion? I think so :) If y’all wanna read about the ball, duel, and dancing, head over there. Thank you to all the wondrous people who have been so awesome to me! You’re all way too amazing for words, but I hope you guys enjoy these above words as a random “thank you!” :D

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Ok, first of all, I wanted to say that your blog is absolutely amazing. Not gonna lie I wasn't a big fan of this OT3, but when you write I love it very very much ^^ I'm really happy to have discovered your tumblr My favorites are definitely your NSFW and you reversed roles AU (if you ever wanna write another scene in it, anything, I'll read it very gladly X) ). Thank you very much for sharing your writing with us, I really appreciate it, you're awesome ❤️

Ace had changed.

Sabo could tell by the way he carried himself that the Ace he knew really was gone…but in his place was someone so much more.

More confident. More comfortable with himself. More alive. 

This Ace was…softer. 

Somehow more willing to let others in even when he teased them restless. He was a leader but unlike when they were kids didn’t expect others to keep up with him like he used to do with Luffy. He was a younger brother, content with letting others fuss over him and even doing the same to his younger brothers.

Sabo didn’t know what to do with this new Ace. All the tricks that used to work when interacting with the angry ball of freckles no longer applied- because there was no longer an angry ball. 

Every time he looked into those black sparkling eyes he was met with a stranger. A kind well-meaning stranger who wanted to know answers to his question who am I.

Who looked at Sabo like he had all the answers in the world.

Damn, but did that not hurt. It was great that this Ace was here…but this Ace wasn’t his Ace. 

It was selfish of him, but Sabo wanted his Ace. The one he grew to love for being the first person to look at him and care that he existed.  This Ace…had so many people to care about that some days Sabo felt like he didn’t care about him anymore.

He wanted to get off this stupid ship.

Sabo sighed rolling over to bury his face into his pillow. He was a horrible person, wasn’t he? Jealous that the man without his memories treated him like a stranger while he treated the people he grew up with like family instead of him. 

 Next to him, Marco mumbled in his sleep, shifting around a bit before resettling.

Sabo lifted his head a little to look at him, worried he woke him. 

 How in the world did the older man convince him to rest in his bed, the revolutionary may never know but it was much nicer than laying in the dark by himself overthinking everything.

Far better than having sleepless nights where his brain just wouldn’t stop. Marco had noticed the bags under his eyes, quickly which surprised him. Not even Koala is that fast.

By the end of that same day, all of Sabo’s possessions had been moved to the First Commander’s room. Of course, they told no one of this. Not even Whitebeard knew.

Sabo didn’t want Ace to think it was his fault. The guy was already feeling guilty for forgetting him, there was no need to make that guilt worse.

He liked sneaking into Marco’s room. 

His thoughts didn’t have the chance to run wild like they normally did. Usually, Marco would be able to distract him. He would step in when Ace got overly excited and ask too many questions, call him over to play cards some nights and even just sit with him at night hearing him talk about his feelings.

It was nice.

Now if only he could figure out what to do with the arm wrapped around his waist. 

“Go to sleep Sabo. It’s going to be alright yoi.” 

With a sleepy demand like that, how could he refuse?


“Marco!” 

The voice stared him awake a few hours later, the younger blond didn’t have time to react before the door was thrown open. He shot up like a rigid board, locking gazes with an equally surprised Thatch.

The two men said nothing, observing each other for what felt like an eternity to the blond. He didn’t miss the way the grinder’s eyes glanced down at his bare chest.

A slow smirk began to form on his lips which barred bad news for the younger man.

“I-It’s not what you think!  I can explain!” Sabo blurted before his brain could think better of it.  He winces because that phrasing along with the delivery was the exact opposite of what he wanted to convey. 

“Oh no. Don’t mind me. I just wanted to let Birdie over there know that the report he wanted is finished. Please go back to what you were doing.” The man says, placing a light stack of papers on Marco’s desk. He gives the horrified young man a large smirk before taking a great bow.  “Do come to breakfast when you’re done.” 

Then he was gone with a cheerful laugh.

Sabo is left gaping at the doorway. He isn’t sure how long he sits there, with the bed sheets pooling around his pajama covered waist and a man’s arm half slung off him.

He no doubt had horrible bed hair- he always does first thing in the morning- with a bit of drool on one cheek. 

How that whole image must look like…

“Mh. Goodmorning yoi.”  Marco’s voice snaps him out of his daze. He glances down just in time to watch sleep fall from the other’s man eyes. They focus on his face before Marco straightens “Are you okay?”

“Thatch…was here. He left you…a report.” The words come out slower because he’s still trying to process what this all means. 

“Oh? He finally got off his ass. Thank the Sea yoi.” The older man says relaxing. Sabo thinks he’s way too calm but maybe he doesn’t understand what this means yet.

“He saw me.”

“I see. Don’t worry he won’t say anything as long as you told him not to.” Marco pushes himself up, raising a brow as Sabo stays silent. “You did tell him not to say anything…right?”

“Um…about that-”

Marco get you filthy hands off of Sabo!”  The scream is followed by the sound of flames enlightening and Sabo jumps.  Was that…Ace?

“Oh great.”  The older man sighs just as the cabin door is blasted off its hinges. A figure of a man made of fire is on the other side. “Ace calm down. We’re just sleeping yoi.”

“I will defend Sabo’s honor! Prepare yourself!” The raven hair man shouts completely ignoring what Marco said, before jumping towards the bed. He drops kicks the First commander, rolling with him on the floor as the Phoniex raises his hands with a look of long suffering going willingly. 

Sabo is stunned.  Ace..still cared about him?

He peeks over the bed side to watch Ace bite Marco’s hand- which heals instantly as the older man lays on his back impassively. The young man didn’t get dishearted as he tries slapping the other’s face while flames burst from his shoulders hissing like a wet cat.

Or a toddler throwing a tantrum. Marco was certainly reacting like that was the case.

A bubbling laugh stops the “fight”.

They both look up to see the first real smile on Sabo’s face since they picked him up all those weeks ago. The image isn’t ruined by the tears ruling down his face in the slightest. 

“Thanks for defending me Ace but it’s not needed.” He says between gasps. It feels like a huge weight was just lifted off his shoulders as he whips some of the tears away. He throws the stunned men a dazzling smile. “It’s nice to know that you care”

It was really nice to know.

Monsta X Reacting To Their S/O Falling Into Little Space

notes: Heyooo, my name is Meena (I write at @kpop-loving-noona) and I was asked by the lovely owner of this blog, Mara, to give my take on this reaction! Anon, I hope you like it - I thought of your request as they have already seen you in Little Space before so this is something normal to them. 

Note from Mara: This is awesome. Thank you so much for your help. You`re amazing Meena! I am sure the anon who requested this and a lot more people will love this. :D While I am at it, everybody should check out Meenas blog. She is an amazing writer with fantastic ideas and creative stories so do take a look into her blog and follow her! ^-^

Jooheon

Jooheon would be working in his home studio way into the wee hours of the morning. You had gone to bed a long time ago, and when you awoke, you were sad to find that Jooheon wasn’t in bed with you. You left the bedroom and slowly made your way down to the studio. When you opened the door, Jooheon was sitting in his chair and looked frustrated.

“Daddy?” You asked softly and Jooheon swiveled around in his chair to face you.

“Daddy, when are you coming to bed?” You asked and rubbed your eyes.

Jooheon’s dimples showed as he smiled at the sight of you in your pajamas and fuzzy bunny slippers.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I lost track of time,” He said and motioned for you to come sit on his lap, “Come here and sit with me, I’ll be done in a few minutes and then we can go to bed.”

Kihyun

You found Kihyun baking cookies for the other members when you followed a delicious smell all the way to the kitchen. You knew he would scold you if you tried to take one before they had cooled down, but that didn’t stop you. When Kihyun was looking inside the oven at the batch of cookies currently baking, you snatched one from the batch that was cooling down and shoved it into your mouth before he could see.

You weren’t as fast as you thought though.

“Little one, no!” Kihyun started to say but the cookie had already burned the roof of your mouth.

You dropped the rest of the cookie onto the floor and covered your mouth with both hands but Kihyun was already opening the fridge and grabbing the milk.

As you chugged your milk, Kihyun laughed and gently petted your head.

“Aish, little one, you need to learn to listen…”

Minhyuk

Minhyuk had been playing Overwatch all day and you were upset that he hadn’t spent any time with you that day. You decided to take matters into your own hands and be bad and try to distract him from his game.

As Minhyuk’s eyes were glued to the TV screen, you stood next to him and moved your hand through his hair to let him know you were there but he only hummed in response. You leaned down and kissed his cheek but he only made a kissy noise back. You huffed and decided enough was enough.

You got in front of Minhyuk and crawled into his lap, but he was still playing his game! You took his face in your hands and forced him to look at you.

“Daddy, I’m bored! Play with me!” You whined.

Minhyuk didn’t need to be told twice as he threw the controller down and carried a giggling you into the bedroom.

Shownu

Shownu had filming a few episodes of Lipstick Prince already under his belt, but he was still unsure about how to correctly apply make-up. He asked if he could practice on you and you enthusiastically agreed, already rushing over to your vanity table to collect everything he would need.

You patiently explained all the different brushes and items to him, but he still wound up accidentally poking you in the eye with the mascara wand. You immediately put your hand over your eye and Shownu dropped the mascara wand.

“Yah, Y/N, are you okay?” Shownu asked.

The room’s silence was broken by your loud and sudden wail.

“Daddyyy!” You cried.

“I’m so sorry, kitten, I’m so sorry!” Shownu kept apologizing as he gathered you in his arms and gentle stroked your hair.

When the pain had passed, Shownu examined your eye and luckily there wasn’t any damage done to it.

“Daddy is so sorry, kitten. Let’s get you some ice cream to make you feel better, yeah?”

Hyungwon

You were in the kitchen and putting away the leftovers from dinner but you couldn’t find any plastic containers in the clean dishwasher to put them away. You couldn’t find your small step ladder that you used to reach things in the top cabinets either. You bit your lip because you didn’t want to bother Hyungwon because he and Shownu were in the living room and chatting so you decided to try and get the containers down yourself.

You tried everything you could – climbing on the counter, jumping up and down, standing on your tip-toes, but nothing got you high enough. Hyungwon finally came into the kitchen because he heard you making all the noise and wanted to know what was going on.

You were on your tip-toes and stretching while he stood at the entrance of the kitchen and laughed at how adorable you looked.

“Aw, does my little angel need my help?”

You stuck your tongue out at him and tried to reach again but you gave up after a few seconds.

“Yes, Daddy.” You said and Hyungwon chuckled as he reached above you and plucked a plastic container from the top cabinet, kissing your forehead and placing the container next to you. 

I.M.

I.M. and you were playing a video game against each other and your phone ringing distracted you so I.M. ended up winning the match and you pouted as you threw your controller down.

“No fair, you cheated!” You whined.

“No fair, you cheated!” I.M. repeated, making his voice higher to mimic you.

“Daddy, stop it!”

“Daddy, stop it!”

You crossed your arms over your chest and huffed and I.M. laughed as he pulled you into his lap.

“I’m just joking, baby,” He chuckled but you still had a pout on your face.

“Aw, baby, there’s no need to be sad,” He said and suddenly busted out his legendary aegyo which had you smiling instantly.  

Wonho

Wonho was working out in his home gym and you were helping him because you enjoyed watching him work out. You were holding his legs down as he did sit-ups and you gave him a kiss for every 5 that he did. When he moved on to his weights, you wanted to try it too.

“Baby, no, those are too heavy for you…” Wonho cooed and tried to stop you.

“Nooo, Daddy, I can do it!” You insisted and tried to lift the 30 pound weights with both your arms.

Wonho held back his laughter as he watched you struggle with the weights.

“Okay, I can’t. You were right, Daddy,” You sighed in defeat.

“It’s okay, baby, you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I can lift you,” Wonho grinned as he scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder.

The Avengers: Comfort, Dance, Fireplace

A fantastic three-word request from @theart-ofsimpleimaginaton 

Winteriron has been her recent obsession, and it’s been my own for a long damn time. I just never had the right content to write really good fics. This isn’t my first winteriron, but this is definitely one of the longest fics I’ve written in a long time. Hope you enjoy!

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“Hey you,” Tony Stark greeted with a sly smile, waltzing into the rec room to see only Bucky sitting with the television on.

Bucky was sitting with his legs crossed, hair up in a bun, his metal arm draped over the back of the couch. Ultimate comfort position. He turned his head suddenly upon hearing Tony’s voice, a strand of dark hair falling in his face having lost its security in his bun.

“Hi, Tony,” Bucky smiled softly back at the billionaire.

Tony glanced at the TV screen when he walked in and he plopped down directly next to Bucky, ignoring literally every other empty seat in the room.

“What’s this? One of those CIA, FBI shows?”

Bucky felt a blush rise to his cheeks. He shouldn’t be embarrassed about his likes and dislikes, but something about impressing Tony stuck out to him.

“Yeah,” he answered simply, not wanting to draw more attention to the show or his uncomfortable expression.

Tony got comfortable, leaning back into the plush couch, thigh to thigh with the Winter Soldier. Bucky instinctively jerked his thigh away when he felt the touch, but let it fall back into its previous position. Silence. Just great.

Bucky was starting to realize this show’s faults more and more the longer he sat there under Tony’s scrutinizing eyes. He eventually couldn’t take it anymore and he stood up with a quick clearing of his throat.

“Sorry, I gotta.. Here, put on what you want,” Bucky tossed the remote to Tony before leaving in a rush.

Tony looked mildly offended when he caught the remote to his chest.

“Was it something I said?” Tony inquired somewhat innocently, truly not knowing what made Bucky leave so fast. He sat and thought, not changing the channel. As a commercial blared in the background, Tony figured out that he’d never exactly been alone with Bucky before. He’d always been with the group in communal settings. Was Bucky avoiding him? He hoped he knew all that crap was behind them. Bucky shouldn’t be afraid to be near him, even one-on-one. The billionaire playboy let it go for now, stepping out of the rec room. Nothing interesting to do in there anyway.

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It’s a relief once you stop feeling like you need a big group of friends and you’re happy to have one or two people you’re really close with. It’s like a weight is lifted once you realize it’s not worth it to say you have “a lot of friends” when 98% of them are superficial and you don’t actually like them. You have those other good friends you hang out with now and then, but you recognize there’s 1-3 people you like to see frequently. No longer do you have to suffer through so-and-so’s self centered attitude, listen to the drama of that one couple, or tolerate the overall shitty vibe of the group. Not that you didn’t have fun moments with them at the time, and some memories will still make you laugh or smile. It’s just now you no longer need this group when you want to go out Friday night and you don’t need to invite them to your birthday to feel like you’re cool, cause you don’t need a million people to celebrate with. You’ve come into your own and you’re confident about who you are and only need the small number of people that have consistently been your friend. 

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The moment she saw Clint covered in some indescribable slime, she couldn’t help but laugh. “You know, it’s not a bad look on you.” Wanda couldn’t help the teasing despite being scared out of her mind a few seconds ago.

She had to agree though, it was gross and whatever that thing was, it needed to be stopped. “I’ll give you a lift but you really need to reassess your idea of your weight. All those pizza’s you’ve been eating..” The woman teased him as per usual. 

Her hands began to glow red and the same electricity surrounded Clint’s legs as it began to lift him up on to a higher ledge. “What would you do without me?” Wanda shouted after him as she circled in the other direction, trying to get a better view from below.

Insecure
Can you write one where Harry doesn’t feel good enough for her? So she has to convince him she loves him? Lots of fluff?

Thank you very much for your request. I’m sorry it took so long and I’m sorry but it probably sucks. Anyway I hope you enjoy it! xx


Harry knew somehow that he was being stupid. He was never a insecure guy so why was he insecure about his relationship with Y/N?
He didn’t know why and if he was quiet honest he didn’t understand it either. There was nothing to be insecure about. They loved each other. Y/N was his girlfriend, and that for a reason right?

But he didn’t understand these reasons. In his mind there were no reasons as to why she would want to be with him. What could he give her? A fancy lifestye? His love?
That wasn’t enough. She gave him everything. She made him feel normal because that was something he rarely felt. She made him feel so loved and appreciated.
But he always felt like he could never ever give her anything back. He was gone almost all the time and even when he was home he was always busy with work. He couldn’t take her out on fancy dates because thousands of fans and paparazzi would be chasing them.
And quiet frankly he was only waiting for the moment she would have enough and leave him. He was sure that would happen.

Y/N always told him how much she loved him and how much he meant to her but it never got through to him. Yes, he appreciated those words and loved to hear them but they always sounded to good to be true. It was like a dream when she told him she loved him and he always felt like he was walking on air but he was sure that one day he would wake up from this dream and reality would turn into a nightmare.
Harry was scared of that. So, so scared. He knew that if she ever left him he couldn’t take it. He couldn’t live without her. She was the reason why he stood up in the morning. She was the reason behind his good mood and constant smile. Without her he would only be a ghost of himself.

If he only knew that Y/N felt exactly the same. She loved Harry to pieces and he was everything she ever wished for. He was the man she always dreamed of. She wanted a future with him. She wanted to marry him and have children with him. And she hoped that one day that would happen. But she was also scared. Yes, she loved him but there was always the possibility that something won’t work out or that something happened that would separate them.
But she never had any doubts about their relationship. She knew that he loved her very much and that they would do everything and anything for each other.
Whereas Harry doubted himself all the time. He knew that one day everything would change and he would loose the one person who he loved more than anything.
He wasn’t enough for her.
Nothing he could do or give her could ever be enough.
She deserved a prince who could give her everything she ever wished for.
And Harry wasn’t a prince.
He was only Harry.
And that’s what Y/N loved so much about him, that he was just Harry. She loved the fact that when he walked into a room everything lit up and everyone turned their heads to look at him, but not because he was incredibly handsome. It was his aura and breathtaking smile that made everyone look at him. She loved how cute he was with his little jokes and she loved how romantic he was. She loved that when he hugged her, his hands would always gently squeeze her sides or rub her back. She loved it that he always had to hold her hand, no matter if they were cuddling, going for a walk, having dinner or when they tried to fall asleep after a little fight. She loved it that whenever she would give him a little kiss he would lean in again because he wasn’t quite happy with one little peck. She loved his scent, no matter if he just came out of the shower or after a sports session or when he was cuddling her, he always smelled amazing. She loved that wherever they went he always made it feel like home to her, because he was her home.

The only thing she didn’t love was his jealousy. She never understood why he got so jealous all the time. Yes, she got jealous sometimes as well but never as much as he did. He got jealous whenever she as much as talked to another boy. He didn’t want to be jealous but he couldn’t change it. Something snapped in him whenever he saw her with another man because the fear that she could fall for someone else was just to strong. Y/N always thought he got jealous because he didn’t trust her which made her feel a bit strange. She trusted him with her life. And somehow it seemed like he couldn’t do the same.

Today it happened again. They went to a little coffe shop around the corner and Harry was sure the guy behind the counter flirted with Y/N. Yes, maybe he held her eyes a bit to long and maybe he smiled at her a bit too sweetly but that wasn’t a reason to act like Harry did. He snapped at the guy and then told Y/N to sit down somewhere so that she was away from the man behind the counter. The whole time while they were drinking their coffees and munching on some muffins they did not talk at all and Harry kept glaring at the other man. Y/N didn’t want to cause a scene so she waited until they came home again to ask Harry what his problem was.

When they were finally home and Harry shut the door behind him Y/N had enough.
“What the hell was that earlier?!”
Harry looked at her shocked and sighed.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?! Are you kidding me? You got jealous because that guy was being nice to me!”
“I wasn’t jealous.”
“Oh yeah, of course. You’ve been rude to him and glared at him for no reason at all.”
“Y/N…” he sighed and took a step towards her but she didn’t have any of it.
“No. I’m so sick and tired of your jealousy. Yes, I understand it that sometimes some guys are a bit too nice and they make you uncomfortable but lately you flip whenever a guy just smiles at me! I don’t know what the hell is going on but I wish you would just talk to me because I don’t think I can keep up with you getting jealous anymore.”
Harry felt as if someone punched him in the throat. What she said didn’t sound good. At all.
“What do you mean?”
“I need someone who trusts me, Harry. Someone who talks to me rather than embarrissing me in front of everyone because he can’t control his temper. I want you to talk to me. Tell me whats going on.”
Harry sighed. He didn’t know what was going on.
“I don’t know what’s going on. I’m just being stupid lately. I’m so scared that you’ll find someone else who is able to give you everything you ever wished for because god knows I can’t. I’m scared that you’ll realise that I’m just an idiot who isn’t worth your time. I’m gone longer than I’m home, you can’t want someone like that. I love you with every fiber of my being, and I’m scared that one day you’ll stop loving me.”
Y/N had tears in her eyes by now. She didn’t understand how he could ever feel like that. She felt so guilty for ever making him feel like that.
She took a few steps forward and grabbed one of his hands.
“How could you ever think that, love? I love you so much. I don’t care about anybody else. The only person I care about is you. I don’t think I ever told you that but since I met you I’ve never been interested in somebody else. I never even looked twice at another man because you’re the only one I want. I could never fall in love with another man again because you’re everything I ever wished for and more. I don’t need any fancy stuff or big houses. I only need you. And even when you are gone I love you all the same. I always miss you and that hurts a lot but it’s worth it because when you are here with me all the pain is gone and I only feel love. I don’t know what made you so unsure and insecure about me and our relationship but I want you to know that you don’t have to worry about anything. I’m not going anywhere and I will never ever stop loving you. Loving you isn’t something I could ever stop, it’s like breathing. And without you I’d be nothing.”
Harry looked into her eyes and felt like a all the weight was lifted from his chest. He didn’t know how much he needed to hear those words from her.
“I’m so sorry, love. I never meant to be so possessive and clingy.” he whispered and dropped his head a bit.
Y/N took another step forward so they were standing chest to chest and lifted her free hand that wasn’t holding onto his to his cheek.
“You’re not possessive nor clingy. Just a bit silly, hm?”
Harry pressed his forehead to hers and cupped one of her cheeks as well.
“Don’t ever leave me, yeah? I couldn’t take it.” he whispered softly and closed his eyes.
“I never once thought about leaving you, baby.”
Y/N pressed her lips to his pink ones in a soft kiss and with that everything was okay again. It would probably happen again that one of them would get jealous again but that was okay. It would be more scary if none of them would ever get jealous of the other, right?

vegantine-deactivated20170422  asked:

Opinion on planet fitness? It's closest to my house but I've heard lots of iffy stuff

Planet Fitness knows their market. Their policies have ensured that they appeal to a wide consumer base that’s willing to pay upfront, will visit the gym less than regularly, use equipment lightly (making it less likely that equipment will be broken or need to be replaced often), and will primarily focus on exercises that don’t require significant education and experience on the part of their personal trainers. They’re also incredibly accepting of a balanced diet, encouraging members to eat pizza and bagels on their property. This is an awesome “screw you” to diet culture that helps their facilities feel less intimidating to the average person, someone who won’t be participating in hardcore gym culture. Planet Fitness knows exactly what it’s doing. 

I’d really like all of this if their policies simply discouraged serious lifters from signing up. Catering to a more casual clientele is fine: Some people do just want accessible cardio equipment and a low monthly rate without dealing with more serious patrons, and those people deserve to have a gym too. The problem comes when Planet Fitness moved away from “We’re not really a lifting gym” to “No lunks allowed.”   

See, Planet Fitness doesn’t need any of their “lunk” propaganda in order to discourage lifters from joining. People who are into heavy weights already know that they need to look into other gyms. One tour around the facility is enough to show that loud and clear. Planet Fitness simply doesn’t have extensive lifting resources, therefore lifters will go elsewhere. If it stopped there, no one would get hurt and we wouldn’t have a problem. But that wasn’t good enough for Planet Fitness - They needed to demonize and insult lifters (specifically, women lifters) in order to seem more appealing to the people they wanted to sell to.

Their commercials and in-gym advertisements frequently paint weight lifters as dumb, egotistical, obnoxious and barbaric. This plays into the stereotype that all lifters are Bros and not like the “normal people” that go to Planet Fitness. It’s a completely unnecessary attack. Not only is it body shaming and offensive to people who value certain body types, but it’s hypocritical when placed next to this concept of a Judgment-Free Zone. It enforces this idea that a person’s worth, personality, values and ability to respect other patrons can be judged solely on appearance. It’s pretty ridiculous.

But again: This may be a problem, but it wouldn’t be such a huge issue if Planet Fitness just stopped there. But they kept going and just had to hurt more people: They’ve aired multiple transphobic commercials that mock and body-shame female bodybuilders. Their commercials accuse female lifters of being too masculine to actually be women, while women cardio-buffs are apparently air headed and arrogant super models. This is misogyny and transmisogyny at its finest: Women literally can’t win. No matter what their goal is at the gym, they’re going to be condemned for it and painted as an Other. And it’s trans women who end up being hurt the most.

Planet Fitness has also had a lot of trouble with body shaming women within their actual facilities. This past year, there was a report that the company asked a patron to cover her stomach up, while another facility forced a Muslim woman to either remove her headscarf or leave. It’s still women who are being hurt by their strange brand of Judgement Free ethics. 

I honestly don’t care if Planet Fitness caters to serious lifters - On average, there are enough other gyms out there to keep “lunks” engaged and active. Lunks are going to be just fine. But Planet Fitness does not have the right to demean or devalue people based on their bodies. To my knowledge, they’ve stopped their worst advertising campaigns and don’t have any misogynistic or transphobic commercials being aired anymore, but the damage is done. 

If you can vote with your wallet, then choose a different gym. If not, then hopefully your local gym is run by better people than the company at large. There’s a lot of both good and bad stuff going on here, so it mostly depends on what you value most. 

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“I’m drunk,” Gemma grinned. “But she’s sloshed.” Her wobbly legs stumbled up the path that led to your home, meeting Harry half way before catching you in his arms and throwing your hand around his shoulder. 

“What the hell did you two do?” 

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     Such a silly thought, to keep him up at night. Any civilian would have guessed the weight of those he’d struck down would have been the cause…As he paced from one end of the hall to the other, the dim moon light shining through the high windows, a soft sigh passed his lips.

     ‘No matter what I had done, she…’ Slowing to a stop, he turned just slightly to look at the door before him. She must be sleeping right about now, but–

     He lifted his hand, paused as his knuckles touched the smooth surface, took a deep breath, and knocked. He needed to know. He needed to understand…

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A favorite inner thigh combo from the #fitandthick workout subscription:
- 20 closed leg glute bridges*
- 15 right inner thigh lifts**
- 15 left inner thigh lifts**


*to fully contract the glutes, as you do with traditional glute bridges, your knees separate as you lift up. For this variation of glute bridge, you DONT want to reach full range of motion with your glutes! When you feel like you need to seperate your knees in order to lift higher, stop there and squeeze the inner thighs together as hard as you can for a beat before lowering back down. The goal here is to NEVER let the knees separate!

**this is a great alternative for the adductor machine for those of you who workout at home or whose gym doesn’t have that machine. Place the dumbbell on the inner thigh and let the leg lift it! You need to secure it there with your hand but be sure that you’re not lifting it with your arm. You can also add ankle weights to this workout for a MUCH more intense modification!

5 tips to lose weight!

Tip 1: drink water! I would recommend 8-12 glasses of water a day. But since all our body’s are different: check your pee. No I’m not joking! If your pee is like the color of apple juice you should drink more water. But if your pee is like a light yellow color you’re fine. Like lemon juice. This means you’re hydrated. So not like the color of apple juice, not like bright lemon lemonade and not colorless. Sometimes when you feel you’re hungry you’re not actually hungry. Maybe you’re just thirsty. Drink one or two glasses of water, wait a few minutes and see if you still feel hungry.

Tip 2: eat veggies! And with eat veggies I mean cut out the refined carbs and replace them with veggies. Refined carbs are simple carbs that get easily stored as Body fat. A few examples are white rice, white bread, sugar, honey and milk. Complex carbs on the other hand still gives you the energy you need and the fibers makes you feel full for a longer time! So yay for veggies!

Tip 3: eat your fruit before 2pm. This may sound a little weird because a lot of people tell you to eat more fruit. But fruit actually contains a lot of sugar and carbs. If you eat your fruit in the morning your body has all day to burn all of that energy. I promise you this will give you results! Butttt, don’t start eating things like cupcakes or cookies in the afternoon. Because we all know that those are just a loooot worse.

Tip 4: lift those dang weights! You know when you’re at the gym and you see all those women doing cardio for like 3 hours. Dooon’t dooo thaaaat! Yes those women look slim but where are the muscles?! If the body of your dreams is a toned and lean body you need to lift weights!! Your body will continue to burn calories after you’re done lifting weights. When you’re done with cardio, you stop burning calories.

Tip 5: write it down! Write down what you’re eating, how you’re feeling and what workout you’ve done to get a little closer to the body you’ve always wanted. Write down exactly what you had for breakfast, lunch, dinner and all the snacks you’ve had. But also the things you won’t think about right away like the number of protein powder scoops or how much water you’ve drank. Write down how it made you feel, like maybe sleepy or energetic and happy and how you slept that night. And don’t you cheat! Don’t you dare. You’ll only be cheating on yourself.

Let’s all stick to these tips and get hot, because you’re already beautiful.

Love you guys!

andosinpantalones-deactivated20  asked:

How do you feel about Planet's Fitness' "safe environment" policies? Apparently, you're encouraged to ring a bell or something if someone grunts too loudly to publicly shame them, and certain kinds of lifts are prohibited entirely, like the deadlift.

Hey, they know their market. Planet Fitness’ policies have ensured that they appeal to a wide consumer base that is willing to pay upfront, will visit the gym less than regularly, use equipment lightly (making it less likely that equipment will be broken or need to be replaced often), and will primarily focus on exercises that don’t require significant education and experience on the part of their personal trainers. Planet Fitness knows exactly what it’s doing. 

I’d be completely cool with this if their policies simply discouraged serious lifters from signing up. Catering to a more casual clientele is fine: Some people do just want accessible cardio equipment and a low monthly rate without dealing with more serious patrons, and those people deserve to have a gym too. The problem comes when Planet Fitness moved away from “We’re not really a lifting gym” to “No lunks allowed.”   

See, Planet Fitness doesn’t need any of their “lunk” propaganda in order to discourage lifters from joining. People who are into heavy weights already know that they need to look into other gyms. One tour around the facility is enough to show that loud and clear. Planet Fitness simply doesn’t have extensive lifting resources, therefore lifters will go elsewhere. If it stopped there, no one would get hurt and we wouldn’t have a problem. But that wasn’t good enough for Planet Fitness - They needed to demonize and insult lifters (specifically, women lifters) in order to seem more appealing to the people they wanted to sell to.

Their commercials and in-gym advertisements frequently paint weight lifters as dumb, egotistical, obnoxious and barbaric. This plays into the stereotype that all lifters are Bros and not like the “normal people” that go to Planet Fitness. It’s a completely unnecessary attack. Not only is it body shaming and offensive to people who value certain body types, but it’s hypocritical when placed next to this concept of a Judgment-Free Zone. It enforces this idea that a person’s worth, personality, values and ability to respect other patrons can be judged solely on appearance. It’s pretty ridiculous.

But again: This may be a problem, but it wouldn’t be such a huge issue if Planet Fitness just stopped there. But they kept going and just had to hurt more people: They’ve aired multiple transphobic commercials that mock and body-shame female bodybuilders. Their commercials accuse female lifters of being too masculine to actually be women, while women cardio-buffs are apparently air headed and arrogant super models. This is misogyny and transmisogyny at its finest: Women literally can’t win. No matter what their goal is at the gym, they’re going to be condemned for it and painted as an Other. And it’s transwomen who end up being hurt the most.

I honestly don’t care if Planet Fitness caters to serious lifters - On average, there are enough other gyms out there to keep “lunks” engaged and active. Lunks are going to be just fine. But Planet Fitness does not have the right to demean or devalue people based on their bodies. If all members have to adhere to a strict gender binary in order to feel comfortable in their facilities? If I’m going to routinely see certain body shapes insulted and shamed on their premises? Screw it, Planet Fitness isn’t getting any of my money. 

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Do you want your butt to be bigger or just tighter and more shapely? If you are going for bigger you need to stop doing regular squats and lunges (those exercises will tone your glutes but not really give you a noticeable increase in size)… instead add weight. As much as you can physically handle for maybe 8 to 12 reps.
These weighted bridges target the glutes and are easier on the knees than squats. You can use a curl bar like I have here or even just put a weight on your lap. Keep your feet parallel and try to pin them to the floor as you lift and squeeze your glutes up.
Adding this kind of exercise to your workout will give you the bubble butt of your dreams. Just remember… high weight, low reps! (at Planet Fitness - Philadelphia (Fishtown), PA)

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It may be possible that if people thought of life and everything that comes along with it more deeply and purely the world wouldn’t be so insane itself. They could think about how being bitter and hatful is a waste. because I mean who wants life to come to a end knowing you did nothing very worth while. I know the feeling of wanting death to come sooner the it should. But I still want to do something with my life. Instead you sat in a job that didn’t suit you well only because it got you through the month and payed the bills. Being spiteful and unhappy. Sure things make you happy. But let’s think, how many people are there really that are living life to the fullest? Making their dreams come true and pursuing actually lasting happiness? Not many. Everyone is so damn miserable. I don’t want to do anything but what I want to achieve in my short time here. I want to fucking make a impact and prove that there are still things to live for and good people in this world. Not everyone is shit. The world isn’t shit. Life is not shit. If it was shit you wouldn’t smile every time something made you even a little happy. Or things that make you’re heart beat faster and pulse go crazy out of excitement. Things that lifts the weight off of your heavy shoulders. I could go on, but all you need if one reason. One reason to make life less awful. And they’re are plenty out there. Find one. Don’t waste life. Don’t be someone you are not. Don’t live anything less then how you want too. Stop. Breath. You are not completely trapped in anything. Not your mind. Not your house. Not your body. Jesus Christ, you’re alive. That is so beautiful. You are so amazing and beautiful. You are not what you think you are. You are not made up of those things that happened in the past. The past is the past. It’s done. It’s over. Don’t beat yourself up about it. Only grow from it. Be the change you want to see. The change in the world. The change in yourself. The change in your past. It doesn’t define you. What does define you is what kind of person you are when you leave this world. Please just find yourself. Find your inner peace. And smile, because why the fuck not?
—  Vanessa A. admeli0ra

This is my mom. This woman has done marathons, has gone to law school, and has delivered two children. She works now as a high school teacher. Recently, some male students told her she looked like a man. Why?

Because she lifts heavy weights. She does sets at the gym that people half her age can’t manage. My mom is strong.

Today, she told admitted she didn’t like her arms after those comments. She told me she had been trying to slim down. I was appalled. My mom is perfect and beautiful the way she is. She doesn’t need to change a thing. All she has to do is to stop listening to comments from teenage boys who can’t lift half of what she can.

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

get-thick-blog  asked:

Is it true that in order to add muscle to do less reps but with more weights?what exactly are reps/sets?What happens if I do more reps w more weights?Can you link me to your workouts pls.I'm a college student so I can't go the gym since I'm on a budget. How can I get a butt w/o going to the gym? I have resistance loop bands, & the other resistance bands w handles,barbell weight set, ankle weight cuffs 5pds & 3pds. Which exercises can I do?Is it possible to get a butt w the equipment I have?

Reps = repetition. Reps are basically how many times you lifted or perform an exercise without stopping. So if I do 12 lunges without a break then the reps are 12. After those reps I take a short break and start with the second set of 12 reps. I do this until I have 4 sets done ( 4 x 12). So sets are how many times I repeat the reps.

In order to build muscle you need to tear your muscle down, feed them and give them rest. The best way for me to build muscle is hypertrophy training. If you do more reps with less weight you will mostly build endurance. Just read this article for more information www.builtlean.com/2012/07/19/high-reps-vs-low-reps/

Building a butt without a gym can be done. There are a lot of exercises you can do, some exercises can be done with multiple equitment. A few exercise:
* Resistance hoop bands
Squat shuffle, kickbacks, donkey kicks, hip abductor, leg lifts, fire hydrants

* Resistance cable bands
Donkey kicks, reverse donkey kicks, kneeling leg lift, leg lift, kick backs, side leg lift, pull through, cable squat, squats, lunges, reverse lunge, forward lunge.

* Barbell
Hip thrust, kneeling squat, curtsey lunge, reverse lunge, walking lunges, good mornings, side lunge, hip bridge, bulgarian split squat, squat shuffle, dead lift, romanian dead lift, american dead lift, single leg romanian deadlift, squat with lateral leg lift, squat with kickbacks, front squat, squat jumps. You can also attach the handles of the resistance cable on the barbell for more resistance.

* Ankle weights
Donkey kicks, kneeling leg lift, glute kick backs, reverse donkey kicks, side leg lift, plank leg lifts, squat jumps, jump lunges, cross over leg lift, lunge with kickbacks.

* Body weight
Squat jumps, squat hop outs, board jumps, jumps lunges, bear crawls, sprints, fast squat shuffle and more plyometric exercises. There are more exercises but you can search google for that.

And my workouts are tagged with ‘WOD’ but I haven’t upload any of my workout logs for the longest time.