“i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au
“Honey, I’m home!” Stiles calls out as he wrestles his roll bag over their entry mat.
“That’s still not funny,” Scott says, without looking up from his textbook.
“Once again, we disagree.”
Scott snorts. “How was the trip?”
“Fine,” he says, plopping down right in the middle of the living room to start unpacking. “Typical conference. Some sessions were actually interesting, most were boring as shit.”
Scott hums, already absorbed again in his reading. Stiles reaches for the zipper on his suitcase but then freezes—this is definitely the same brand as his suitcase, but he doesn’t remember this extra zippered pocket on the top.
Stiles grimaces. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t my suitcase. Goddamn it.”
Scott finally looks up, frowning. “Shit, really? How’d you manage that?”
“It was a redeye,” Stiles says, running a hand through his hair. “I was exhausted, in fucking LaGuardia, and I was just trying to get out of there as fast as humanly possible.”
“Is there a name on it? Are you sure it’s not yours?”
“Pretty sure,” Stiles says, feeling around the sides for the pocket. He sighs when he pulls out the little card and sees that it’s blank. “Motherfucker. This is definitely not my suitcase because I’m actually smart enough to put my name on it.”
“Sorry, man,” Scott says sympathetically as Stiles falls back on the rug with an anguished groan.
“What the hell am I supposed to do now?”
“Open it,” Scott suggests. “Maybe there’s something with their name on it.”
Stiles fiddles with the zipper. He’s nosy as hell, in general, and normally he’d be jumping at the chance to rifle through someone else’s personal belongings. But…
“What if there’s like, dead bodies in there or something?” he asks, and Scott just stares at him for a second. Stiles rolls his eyes—that’s a perfectly valid concern. Or maybe he watches too many police procedurals, whatever. “Okay, fine.”
Stiles holds his breath as he slowly unzips the suitcase, but nothing happens when he lets the top part flop back onto their crappy, threadbare rug. There’s a Dodgers hat on top, and Stiles grimaces. “Well, they have shitty taste in baseball teams.”
He sets the hat carefully aside and keeps digging. The person is neat, whoever they are, because everything is folded, and all the dirty clothes are even all contained in their own zippered bag. At first glance, there’s nothing too out of the ordinary—phone charger, American Gods, Calvin Klein briefs. Fancy, he thinks. There’s a monogrammed leather toiletry bag (DSH, he commits those initials to memory), and he pokes through it.
“I’m gonna make an educated guess that it’s a guy.”
“Why’s that?” Scott says, finally looking somewhat interested in this mystery.
Stiles holds up an electric razor. “And that he’s maybe not totally straight,” he says, brandishing a little bottle of lube that’s about three-quarters full.
Scott rolls his eyes. “Lots of people use lube.”
“Yeah, but do you travel with it?” Stiles counters, and Scott sighs.
“No,” he admits. “Did you find anything with his actual name on it?”
“Not yet,” Stiles says absently. He continues to rifle through the bag until he’s pretty sure he has his plan of attack. “Okay. I’m gonna find out who it is,” he says with a determined nod, and Scott frowns.
“How? This is New York City! There are literally millions of dudes here.”
“It’ll be like a real-life scavenger hunt,” Stiles says dreamily, ignoring Scott as he carefully lays his three chosen items out on the coffee table. “This is awesome.”
Thanks @sniperlance for giving me the confidence I needed to post this.
This is a workout I’ve been doing, and even though it hasn’t been long, I can feeI and notice the difference. Also, if you have any questions on any of these workouts/poses, just shoot me an ask and I’ll do a video/have a picture of me doing it/explain it for ya. Warm ups are the same as cool downs, so just repeat them when you’re done working out. (Also, I apologize for the formatting, at the moment I don’t have a computer so I’m doing this from the mobile app. I’ll try to fix it when I have one again.)
AND HEY!! DON’T BE AFRAID TO TAKE A BREAK AND GET A DRINK OF WATER OR SOMETHING IN THE MIDDLE OF IT OKAY? YOU ARE NOT IMMORTAL!! PLEASE, IF YOU FEEL TIRED SIT DOWN AND GET BACK UP WHENEVER YOU ARE READY!!!
~Monday’s are dedicated to Keith. We all want to be able to swing a sword like him, so we gotta work on our upper body.
Tuesday’s are dedicated to Pidge. If you’re using your computer typing up code all the time, you gotta work those hand out so that you don’t get arthritis. We are also going to work on our abs and back because being hunched over all the time is not good for you.
–Open And Close Fingers
–50 open and close hands
–40 sitting twists
–20 clench and relax guard
–40 knee to elbow sit ups
–30 finger taps
–20 windshield wipers
–10 thumb roll and taps
–10 plank arm raises
–elbow plank until failure
Wednesdays are dedicated to Hunk. He’s super strong in the upper body, but as a leg of Voltron he also needs to be sturdy and stable, so his is an all around workout, working on both the upper and lower body.
–Figure Four Stretch
–Warrior Side Lotus
–Forward Wide Bend
–30 jump knee tucks
–10 plank leg raises
–4 raised leg push ups
–20 side jack knives
–20 lunge punches
–20 squat kicks
–10 air bike crunches
–20 Turkish get-ups
–10 plank jump-ins
–diver push ups until failure
Thursday’s are dedicated to Lance. He’s also a leg of Voltron, but he had some miiiighty fine legs, and really, who wouldn’t want them? And you can’t tell me that he wouldn’t want all of us to have nice tone butts, so today is leg and glute workouts.
–Figure Four Stretch
–40 side leg raises
–10 reverse crunches
–10 jumping lunges
–30 high knees
–20 long arm crunches
–25 sumo death squats
–20 roundhouse kicks
–15 hop heel clicks
–20 balance side lunges
–crunch kicks until failure
Fridays are dedicated to Shiro. Mmmmmm boy, does he have some NICE biceps. So today we gotta be able to one up him with ours by doing some arm and upper body workouts.
–20 side lunge chops
–40 raised arm circles
–20 bridge taps
–10 plank shoulder taps
–10 raised leg push ups
–30 wood choppers
–10 sit up punches
–10 thigh taps
–wide grip push ups until failure
Saturday is dedicated to Coran. He wouldn’t want us to push ourselves too hard, so today is yoga. Thanks Uncle Coran!!
–Three Legged Dog
Sunday is dedicated to Allura. Not only should we work on our physical strength, but our mental as well, so today is also yoga.
Don’t forget that some of the most important parts of being fit, is eating heathly, drinking lots of water, and knowing your limits. You won’t see results right away, keep in mind that it’s okay if you can’t do the until failure things for long. This is a hard workout and it’s meant to push you as far as you can go. Don’t overwork yourself, okay guys?
17.1 is officially in the books. I unfortunately did not finish. Out of the 225 reps for the WOD, I capped off at 212 at the 20min mark. Which means I was 13 short of finishing. And let me tell you, IT. WAS. TERRIBLE!!!!! Lol. I did the Rx weight which is the 50lb dumbbell snatch. That part was easy to me. It was the Burpee box jump overs that got me.
Most of you guys don’t know this, but I have really bad chronic asthma. (Seriously I’ve gone to a specialist my entire life). During the WOD, I had to use my inhaler twice to avoid completely passing out. One for after the 3rd set of burpee box jumps overs and another for after the 4th set. By the end I basically felt like I was breathing in glass shards and literally could not breathe. My lungs were so inflamed lol. For the last 50 reps of dumbbell snatches, a good 20 of them were done with my eyes closed because it was the only way I could focus. Anyways I’m still proud of myself for what I’ve done today. I hope everyone else did well too. If anyone else would like to discuss how they did. I would love to hear from you guys.
Btw, that’s my box owner judging me and his wife took that photo. Thank god she didn’t take one of me literally dying afterwards lol.
I actually got this from here (where there is a larger version) and normally I wouldn’t do a repost like this but I’ve tried to reblog it 6 times and for some reason I legit can’t even though I’ve been able to like it and go to that site? Like this specific post tumblr glitches out on and I’ve not been able to find it anywhere else. So I’m sorry OTL. Please go like and HOPEFULLY reblog from there and hope it’s just a thing from my account.
But….I really love this.
*Full views to Zapp’s ab*
DAMN Steven! I had no idea how much you were packing.
Hang in there Leo, you’ll get there.
Klaus is shy. Or probably more practical for less sweat stains.
This doesn’t help my muscle kink or then give me ideas for belly kink EITHER.
Could I have a scenario with bakugou where his Fem s/o wants to train with him and he's kinda reluctant, but then she starts bench pressing like 180 pounds and bakugou is like ?????
YAAAAAAAAS I LOVE STRONG FEMALE CHARACTERS
“I don’t know…” Bakugou draws as he scratches his neck looking away from his girlfriend. He knows if he looks at her he’ll cave. He always does, and he fucking hates it. She ruins any bit of bad ass he has left with those eyes and lips and - god damnit…
“I promise, I’ll be fine,” she says with a wink. ‘Are you fucking kidding me’ he thinks to himself. How can she look like that? How is that allowed? The fuck. He sighs and looks to Kirisihima, who he usually trains with. ‘Don’t be a dick’ the shit head mouths to him.
“The fuck do you mean, ‘don’t be a dick’? That’s my whole damn personality you fuckwad”
“What?” His girlfriend asks, clearly unaware of the a b conversation that the redhead started.
“Bro, she’s your girlfriend. Having her train with you is like a couple thing,” he says while tilting his head and swirling a hand in the air, “you’re supposed to do it so she can see how manly you are!” He even ended it with a fist and a cheeky boy smile.
Bakugou groans as he looks back to his girlfriend. She’s looking at him with that face. Wide eyes and pouty lips. Fucking hell.
“Fine, but I’m not going to hold back because I like you.” Bakugou explains as he looks down his nose at her. He will probably have to work out later tonight to make up for the time he’s going to lose trying to explain everything to her. But damnit, he just can’t say no to her.
“Oh no need to worry, Kacchan,” she says with a wink as she gets up from the table to turn in her lunch tray. “I’m sure there won’t be a problem.”
He was going to fucking murder that god damned Deku for telling that stupid fucking nickname to everyone and their fucking mother.
“Be in gym 4 after last period,” he calls to her, “I won’t wait”
He can hear her laughing as she waves and walks away.
After his last class, Katsuki changes and heads to the gym with his gear, water, and pre-workout. He opens the door and sees her.
No fucking way.
Loud music. The smell of her sweat. The clink of the bar against the bench.
He can’t believe his eyes. He knew that his girlfriend was strong, buff even. But that is what he warms up with. No fucking way is she benching that much and planning to go the whole training session with him.
“I hope that’s not your max,” He calls out as he drops his bag and walks over to her. She sets the bar down and sits up. Sweaty, red cheeked, and fucking beautiful.
“Nah, babe,” She says with a smirk, “I’m just getting started.”
has played an enormous role in my life for the last five, hugely developmental years. I lost a tremendous amount of weight, completely changed who I was. I transferred and subsequently graduated college, met the love of my life, in addition to countless other incredible people that I’ll never ever forget. I was exposed to and eventually fell hopelessly in love with the sport of Olympic Weightlifting, competed at a level higher than I’d ever imagined as a severely overweight, insecure kid, and even embarked on a career composed of equal parts mind-boggling stress and raw exhilaration. The one constant through all of it has been CrossFit, in varying levels of intensity.
It’s been five years and about a billion memories later, and tonight I signed up and completed my first CrossFit Open workout. It was awful. And I don’t regret it.
I had a ton of tun writing this! this will officially be my first ever One Piece fanfiction, and my first ever fanficton in a long-ass time! Thank you so much for giving me the chance to trade with one of my most favorite fan fiction authors! If you’re all familiar with “Shackled Dissimulation”, @auspizien is the crazy nut who wrote it! That imagination of yours is something else! Ah, I’ve talked long enough, on to the fic! (Maybe, maybe I’ll make an AO3 one day, but I might just leave that to actual fan fiction authors.) Please excuse me, I have very little experience.
Since @auspizien drew 2 parts, I’ll make it two Chapters, here’s chapter 1~!
Summary: One Piece Canon-verse, everything is the same only Sanji is secretly a mermaid (Sanji: Merman! MerMAN! DX<) and was able to hide it from the crew…until Zoro discovered why he needs to smoke so much and ruined everything. Setting: Post-Timeskip Warning: Some words or phrases are in the romaji version of their Japanese counterparts. I’ve only ever watched One Piece in the original Japanese dub with English subtitles, so I like to keep a lot of nicknames the way they are and the occasional Japanese pun.
I’ll link a list to clarify some of the words and exchanges here. I know a lot of Americans prefer the (uurgh) English Dub and will therefore have no familiarity with Japanese puns and jokes. (My favorite being: Zoro’s ‘Oni-giri’ is both ‘demon-slicer’ and ‘rice-ball’ since well, being a ZoSan Lovechild, Sanji’s the cook and Zoro’s attacks are food is too LOL for me. XDD )
Damn that swirly-browed, cuss-spewing, cig-chewing cook.
Zoro fumed as he hauled himself up to the crow’s nest to literally wear his irritation out with some lifting. Sure, he’d gone a couple sessions this morning, but since fighting with the goddamn tako-face just a minute ago only resulted in a few new bruises from well-placed kicks and no conclusion as to who the victor was. That and also a massive, swollen lump at the back of his head ala Nami-fist style. There was nothing else to do. Meditating was certainly out of the question when he was this pissed. He reached the crow’s nest and slammed the hatch down with a loud, disgruntled grunt.
He needed to pump the frustration out of his system.