Happy FriYAY! Here are a few exercises you can do with a physio ball to achieve #whatsawaist2017 🤔 These burn your hamstrings to death 😭, engage your core and lower back! Get it done 💪🏽Also I want to make shameless fitness slow mo’s a thing, you see me tho 😎
Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?
Warnings: slight language
“Thanks for the ride Tae,” you said, giving his arm a squeeze before sliding out of the car.
You walked up your drive and unlocked the door, giving Taehyung a wave before you slipped inside. He always waited until you were in the house to drive away which never failed to make you smile. He was sweet, you had to admit.
“Oh Mutt darling, don’t even worry about Tank! He wouldn’t hurt a fly–would you, big boy?” “BI” “….Unless it landed on me, of course, then he would absolutely destroy it.” “B)”
Mutt has never been the shortest girl in the room before, but hey. Number One is 6′3 without her heels. ((Limousines have a certain amount of high-society pretention about them, even limousines belonging to the Duke. ;) Thus the evening wear haha)) ((I gotta figure out names for them they can’t just literally go by their car names. Can they?)) ((CAN THEY?? 8I))
you may see me struggle, but you will never see me quit!
I weighed in at 179 this morning. I weigh myself once a week but I’ll probably do it every 2 weeks from now. I felt my self stressing about my weight over the past week. I made this video BEFORE I weighed myself and I felt great about my body. Then I got on the scale and that confidence went away. That’s how quickly the scale can become toxic. My current weight doesn’t mean I’ve failed. I’m still a badass 😤 measurements 36-26-44
Things to remember ☝🏽
*womens bodies can fluctuate between 5 and 7lbs in 24 hours 🙃
*Maiah you can’t say you’re not going lift heavy, then lift heavy, and be mad that the number on the scale went up 🙄
I just want to express how Atlus outdid themselves with Akira’s character. I love him. Compared to the protagonists from the last two games, he didn’t feel too… vacant – at least, in my opinion. They gave him a little personality, but not too much for us players to feel emotionally detached.
They gave us insight to his character: from what he trudged through waist-deep in his past to what he felt in its aftermath.
I found myself gushing whenever he reveals a small smile around his dear friends or being a badass in the Metaverse. It gives him personality.
But he isn’t always like that. There’s a calculating character to him – often grim. He’s silent. His thoughts are galaxies compared to what he chooses to say. Takemi, Iwai, and Sojiro point this out: “You look pretty serious.” or “You always have a scowl on your face these days.” He has been treated so poorly in the past, perhaps he has an inevitable grudge against adults? Who knows, but it makes him human.
He can be a little bit of dork sometimes, that’s for sure.
Upon writing this, I realized that whatever I felt towards Akira, it was sympathy. As I went along the story of the game, I couldn’t exactly pinpoint how I felt playing this character. Was I supposed to embody the protagonist entirely? To see, feel, and live the moments of the story in his shoes? Or see him as another character of the plot? I experienced both simultaneously, in a way. Akira Kurusu was cast away into a situation he never asked for, yet he found precious moments wherein he can freely express other sides of himself with his friends.
As mentioned before, he was given a considerable amount of character as opposed to the past protagonists; that resonated well within me as he and I experienced moments throughout the game as his thoughts, emotions, and expressions matched my own. I didn’t feel too detached, but I certainly don’t see myself as him.
Also: sassy Akira is best Akira.
Well, that about sums up what I’ve been thinking about all night. Let me know if it struck you with new insight, heck even debate with me on it. Thanks for reading.
Request: “hi i was wondering
if you could do a fluffy sirius x reader where they’re just cuddling and talking
about their future together (like having kids, getting married) idk ah i really
love your writing btw !!”
Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader
Word Count: 1034
It was very late on a Monday night. Most were sound asleep, but
the toll that had taken its place on all the exhausted students due to the most
dreaded day of the week didn’t seem to affect you and Sirius. Instead, you were
lying on a couch in the Gryffindor common room, cuddling by the fire with a pleasant
type of lethargy. You both kept saying how it was time to go up to your actual
beds, since you both had the same early potions class tomorrow morning, but the
urgency had seeped from your bones, being replaced by a thick laziness that
weighed you down blissfully. The more you fought against it, the heavier it
got. Eventually, you had simply accepted that you would probably talk into the
early hours of the morning, only falling into sleep when you had no more words
to say. Sirius’ arms were the most peaceful place in the world, it was no
wonder why you had no desire to leave your spot.
“What would you have our wedding be like?” He asked after a long
comfortable silence, his nose touching yours as he spoke.
“Our wedding?” You yawned. “Who said I’d marry you?”
Sirius let out a soft chuckle, his eyelids heavy.
“I know you’ll say yes when the day comes. You can never resist
Before, she would have
jumped at the sudden and unexpected pressure of someone’s hand on her waist,
but nearly half a year in an 18th-century French court has taught Rose to
adapt, if nothing else. (Her French is as abysmal as it ever was without the
help of the TARDIS, but the court is graciously willing to overlook such things
on behalf of the savior of their uncrowned queen.)
Still, Rose smiles as she
dances, even if her partner can’t see it. “Someone’s awfully familiar today,”
she teases (in mutilated French); probably it’s Henri, a little tipsy from the
king’s finest wine, but he’s not half-bad to look at. “Feeling a bit grabby,
“Oh, you know me,” replies a
soft voice behind her, in English,
and it’s all Rose can do to stop herself tripping over her own feet. “I’m a
Rose’s heart leaps in her
chest, hammering madly against her ribcage in time to the music and the steps
of her feet below. Over a hundred days since she last heard that voice anywhere
but her dreams; of course, she recognizes it instantly. Her grin is so wide now
her face could almost split with the size of it. She squeezes her eyes shut,
giving silent thanks to any gods that might be listening. <
(The impulse to stop in her
tracks pulls at her, demanding her to spin and throw her arms around his neck
and maybe never let go, but some part of her is afraid to—maybe she’s wrong,
maybe it isn’t him, or it’s a dream, or if she looks at him, she’ll break the
spell. So she keeps dancing.)
“And?” Rose prompts,
insinuating her hand over his where it rests against her waist. “What have you
“That your French is atrocious.”
“Rude,” says Rose, but she
laughs. She squeezes his other hand, the one leading them around the ballroom
along with the rest of the courtiers. “It’s been five and a half months, and
that’s all you’ve got to say to me?”
His grip on her waist
tightens. “No, actually, it isn’t.”
“Aww, did you miss me?”
“Do you know the kind of
trouble you could have gotten into?” he asks, his voice suddenly curt. “The
damage you could have caused? Probably
His sharpness startles her,
but Rose shrugs it off. “Don’t worry, I didn’t—”
“You have no idea what you did or didn’t do,” he
hisses. “Weakening the integrity of this timeline, exposing everyone to the
possibility of Reapers, compromising the safety of everyone here—”
“You mean Reinette,” Rose
“She’s part of everyone here, isn’t she? Or are you so
thick that I have to spell that out for you, too?”
Rose laughs again, but the
sound is shaky and thin this time, a scoff. “Why, hello, Doctor, it’s nice to
see you too! Don’t ask about me, thanks, I’ve been doing just fine in the land
of scratchy underwear and no plumbing.”
“I told you what would
happen if that time window was smashed, Rose,” he continues as if he didn’t
hear her; he’s so quiet Rose can barely hear him over the flutes and
harpsichord and drums, but she can still make out the strain in his voice, the
bite to it. “I was very explicit. I couldn’t have been clearer. So I’m struggling
to understand—and that’s quite a feat, struggling to understand something with
a brain as impressive as mine—why the hell you thought jumping through that
window was a good idea.”
Twisting in his grasp, Rose
cranes her neck to look at him, finally,
and there he is, all furrowed brow and tight mouth and eyes glittering with
anger, and god, if she wasn’t so irritated with him right now, she just might
“That’s what you were going
to do, isn’t it?” she asks instead.
it always confuses me when superman gets drawn burlier than batman. i mean we dance around it but superman is basically super strong due to space magic. he could be a weedy lil string bean and he’d still be able to lift a bus. i’m not saying the muscles don’t help, or that he doesn’t probably have magic space muscles. i’m just saying, all of batman’s strength is muscle-dependant. he has no space magics. in my head he is the more burly of the two just out of necessity. i know he’s kind of got the gymnast thing going on but like. i imagine bruce wayne as more barrel-y and clark kent as more dorito-y. i don’t know why i’m telling you this except that i’m dealing with the realization that this is not the standard assumption.
Note: Read this so you can understand what’s going on a little better lol. So this is not v7. This takes place in between Vegas and Tease, so just keep that in the back of your mind while you read. This is the story of how Y/N got on birth control. Also, credit to @adothoe for a couple lines of dialogue she helped me with.
Word Count: 3066
Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader
Warnings: smut, lazy sex, pharmacy, little bit of jealousy, cursing
Daveed sighed as he laid on his back in bed next to your sleeping form, restless because he’d been wide awake for almost an hour now. It was one of those nights where his brain was on overdrive. His mind wandered from replaying the lyrics to the new clipping. song he was working on to images of the small baby animals he saw while doing a voiceover for a Disney documentary.
Letting his eyes fall shut, he wrapped his arms tighter around you, pulling you up against his chest. He buried his face into your neck, trying his hardest to clear his mind as best he could.
You stirred in his embrace, awakening groggily and slowly due to the new feeling of Daveed’s warm breath on your neck.
“D?” you murmured tiredly, shifting closer to the warmth his body created.
“Mm,” He hummed against you, his voice rough from not using it for a few hours. He was tired, yes, but the way his train of thought couldn’t come to a stop kept him wide awake, awake enough to respond with no sleep evident in his tone at all.
another short little thing I wanted to get out today. for the purpose of this fic, Kol is dead but can be brought back. this is the first time klaus has his humanity off and let’s say he gets it back this quickly. fluff and slight angst, fyi.
(no gifs are mine!!)
“Niklaus Mikaelson, how many times do I have to tell you this?” You scream, running from the kitchen over to the living room and nearly bumping into Klaus.
“What is it with all the ruckus, love? What have I done now?” Klaus walks into the hallway, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
“What have you done?” You grab his hand and lead him to the kitchen while he clutches the towel.
“Love, if this towel falls, I won’t pick it up,” Klaus presses his face against your head and you pull away, pointing at the mess on the floor.
“Klaus what is this?” You let go of him and cross your arms over your chest.
“Oh, this,” he chuckles, unashamed by the sight before him. “Your little friends will wake up before you know it. Oh, and those others girls are still alive… I think.”
“You THINK?!” You rush over to said girls and press your fingers against their neck. “God damn it, Nik. They’re dead.”
“Oops?” He shrugs and grabs a bottle of water. “This no humanity deal is great.”
“Look, Niklaus. I know that this is the first time you’ve ever turned your humanity off, but you need to stop leaving dead bodies in my kitchen! Please!” You sigh, looking at Klaus with furrowed brows.
“You know this is all your fault, right?” He raises his brows at you and you curse under your breath.
“Yes, I know, Nik, but–”
“No buts! I turned off my humanity because you left me. You turned your back on me when I needed you,” he shrugs and looks at you unapologetically.
“I didn’t have a choice!” You yell, walking over to the man you once loved. “I had to walk away from you. You practically placed Kol on his deathbed. If you can do that to your own flesh and blood, how do I know you wouldn’t do that to me? Kol was trying to make things right! HE DIED FOR YOU, FOR YOUR FAMILY! HE DIED FOR HOPE, NIKLAUS!”
“MY BROTHER WILL BE AVENGED!” Klaus throws the water bottle away, breaking a window in the process. “I will avenge my brother, you don’t have to worry about that.”
“You can’t avenge Kol this way. You can’t avenge him if all you do is throw dead people on my kitchen floor. Maybe you need to let me go to avenge Kol. You can plot your revenge on me afterwards, I don’t care Klaus,” you shrug, finally meeting Klaus’s golden specs. “Find a way to bring Kol back and make things right. And then you two can plot ways to get rid of me.”
“What did you just say?” Klaus whispers, eyes narrowed as he walks closer to you.
“I said bring Kol back and plot ways to get rid of me. I’ll work around your killer plans, pun intended,” you let out a light chuckle, unable to meet Klaus’s dark gaze.
“You think I’d kill you? That I’d let Kol kill you or that he’d let me? Are you out of your mind?” His voice is lower than before, sending chills down your spine.
“All I’m saying is I’d rather have that happen than you mope around like this. I’m sorry I left Klaus. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, but I’m not important right now. Kol is–”
“How can you say that?” Klaus curses under his breath and runs a hand down his face. “I love you, Y/N. That’s why I’m so hung up on you! That’s why it hurt me so much when you left. That’s why it hurts when you think I had a hand in Kol’s death. I would never kill my siblings. You know that.”
You stared at him, not knowing what to say or how to react after Klaus’s little confession. He tilts his head to face you, a sea of turmoil in his eyes.
“I love you,” he whispers again and you see the humanity switch turn back on, a sigh of relief leaving your lips. “Y/N, I’m so–I’m so sorry about the mess. I’ll clean it up, I prom–”
“Hey, hey,” you whisper and walk up to Klaus, gently cupping his face and forcing him to look into your eyes. “I’m so glad you’re back.”
“Really?” He whispers, an impish grin forming on his face.
“Really,” you chuckle and press your lips against his briefly. “I love you.”