need to stop lifting those weights

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

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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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.)

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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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!

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-EXTRA DRABBLE-

“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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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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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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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!

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.

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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. 

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.

'Keeping Harry Away' PART 3

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summary: the aftermath of the fight hurt more than being punched in the nose did

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Part 7

Trigger warning: kidnapping (no abuse of any sort, or anything similar)

Hannah doesn’t like that she knows it’s been exactly thirteen days and she’s still all alone in a basement instead of wrapped up in her blanket, safe and warm in her bed. She doesn’t like the feeling that today might be her last day or that today might be the day her captors finally snap and do something, even though they’ve not touched her up until now. So far, they’ve lasted thirteen days of Hannah insistently refusing to answer any questions, but how much longer? Surely they can’t plan to keep her here forever?

And that’s the thought that scares Hannah the most; more than the interrogations, the lack of sleep, the aching in her stomach and the bruises on her arms. Hannah worries about the future, because this situation, this, this locked-up captured waiting-in-limbo thing that they’re all doing, this can’t last forever. This is temporary and Hannah can feel the expiry date looming, getting closer each time the door screeches open.

And she hates that she can’t see a way out.

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The Red Scarf // One-shot.

Finn seemed to have a red and black checked jacket whenever he missed Rae. He wore it a few weeks ago, when she was avoiding him. And no matter how many times she denied it. He knew she was. Now he was with Olivia. And instead of wearing his “I miss Rae” jacket, he wore a denim jacket, with on the collar. Why? Because Olivia liked it. But he still stood his ground. Instead, he wore a red and black checked scarf. It still meant the same thing to Finn. And he only hoped that Rae would get the hint.

As the six of them walked down the street, he made sure that Finn was near him. He glanced down for a brief second, wishing that he could take it all back: whatever he’d done to make her break up with him, stupidly go out with Olivia to make it seem like he was fine that he and Rae were just friends. (When actually, that’s what kept him awake at night). He looked up again, and he looked in Rae’s direction. Sadness and desperation was written all over his face, as he felt his scarf around his neck: he missed Rae. He needed Rae.

Days went on, and the more he seemed to flash the scarf around, the more uninterested Rae seemed. He hated that. He missed them. He missed their little glances, their little smiles, their little playful arguments; he missed it all. Did Rae though? From what he’d heard, she weren’t missing him at all. But, Rae had told him that nothing was going on between her and Liam. So, he should believe her. Right? Except, there was still this nagging thought in the back of his mind that said, maybe nothing was going on from her perspective… But what about Liam’s?

He knew that those lads looked and smelled like trouble. But he knew it wasn’t his place to stop Rae from going with them. Not anymore. Archie walked back over, and Finn patted his chest, and the boys chest bumped one another.
“Who were them lads?” Finn asked Archie quietly. (Making sure Olivia couldn’t hear).
Archie shrugged,
“These guys that Chloe’s hangin’ around wi’.”
Finn furrowed his eyebrows together,
“So wha’s Rae doin’ wi’ ‘em?”
Archie shrugged again,
“Dunno, mate. She said somethin’ about makin’ sure Chloe’s alright?”
Finn sighed and nodded, accepting his answer, and then he walked back over to Olivia, but his gaze kept travelling back to Rae. His Rae. He had a gut feeling that there was something off about those guys. But it wasn’t his place. Not anymore.

To say Finn was relieved, was an understatement. He didn’t have to pretend to be happy, because he was with Olivia anymore. He felt like a whole weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He felt free. He’d had a talk with Chloe. And he knew what he needed to do. He needed to see Rae. Desperately.

That was it. He’d made his decision. He had to go. He had his answer. Rae didn’t try to stop him. She was more bothered about some plans that she had. Just proof that she didn’t miss him. Not like missed her.

He finished packing. His throat was tight, his chest ached, and he get drained. But he had to go. He knew that much.
After packing his stuff up in the back of his dad’s car, Finn slid on his helmet, and climbed onto his motorbike. His dad would be leading the way, and Finn would be following behind on his bike. Finn glanced down, tucking his red scarf securely iffy his jacket, and be glanced at his house; letting out a deep sigh. I miss ya already, Rae. was Finn’s last thought, before he drove away, towards Leeds.