Master List
Okay - so I'm always impressed by all those blogs that have, like a Master List of stories. Because I am not that organized. But! I'm going to try and make one:
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Master List
Okay - so I'm always impressed by all those blogs that have, like a Master List of stories. Because I am not that organized. But! I'm going to try and make one:
women should lift weights because it prevents osteoporosis in old age and makes you a more capable person in everyday life please shut up about butts and waists and hourglasses i'm going to fucking kill
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genuine question from someone who would rather chew their arm off than go to a public gym, and also doesnt have a lot of money: how do you safely get into strength training? are there youtube channels, apps (android), etc anyone recommends that makes it approachable and don't lean into diet culture / body shaming?
also the biggest thing that keeps me from working out is that I already have joint and spinal issues and moving the wrong way can fuck up a knee or a shoulder or my spine for days. I really don't want to injure myself, and have unwittingly done so before. resources that are extremely clear on exactly how to move and offer gentler / alternative ways to move for people with limited range are vital.
Okay, so this may not technically be strength training, but muscles are dumber than bricks and cannot tell the difference between your own bodyweight and actual weights.
So, may I recommend:
Hey everyone! My name is Hampton and my brand is Hybrid Calisthenics. You can find me by that name pretty much everywhere on social media.
He runs a YouTube channel where he goes over how to work your way up to more complex exercises (for instance, his pull-ups videos start with using a door jamb and moving your weight back and forth) so it's good for easing yourself into things.
You also don't have to fork out for expensive weights and such if you don't want to/can't. Substitute with stuff you either already have at home or can get from the supermarket and build up the weight you can exercise with. 500 gram cans of butter beans then 750 gram bottles of pasta sauce. 1 litre drink bottle then your 1.5 litre milk bottle. 3 litre bulk-buy bottle of laundry detergent. Etc. One of my dogs weighs 13 kilos and I pick her up on the regular (to her delight). One weighs 16 kg and I pick him up too (to his consternation and mild disapproval). You don't have to fit out some fancy home gym before you can start strength training.
i needed the full songs worth of this not 15 seconds
Have an unproblematic cute. Definitely turn the song on.
Because everyday needs to begin with a smile
And again this shows up at the top of my activity feed š„
the thrashy thrashy by the fridge gets cuter each time
AAAAAAA
One of thoseĀ āpick two pillsā things but itās things I actually want
Holy shit 1 and 2 for sure
2 and 8
Reblog this last
Reblog this second
Reblog this first
āhowās the writing going?ā iām glad you asked! my room has never been cleaner and iāve decided to take up baking
āhowās the cleaning going?ā thanks for checking in! Iāve written four chapters :)
"Tumblr is my bedroom" this "tumblr is a pinboard" that
Tumblr is an apartment complex with thin walls and every so often you just have to listen to your neighbors say the most deranged shit imaginable
Uuuugh.
A post from earlier has me thinking about him, and I just need to rant, because heās such a good character. Like, you want an example of positive masculinity, look no further than Adolin Kholin. The gentlest, kindest friend/lover who is equally as ready to go to war for his kingdom as he is to be wildly embarrassed answering your question by telling you stories about how a lot of dudes, including himself, just go to the bathroom in their armor because you just canāt have the distraction on the battlefield.
D.I.D? no worries, he loves you for who you are and your alts are his besties and he completely respects their boundaries when theyāre around.
Struggling with depression? He will gently bring you back into the world youāre trying to hide from and remind you that your men love you. All while kind of making you love and hate him because yeah heās an arrogant prince, but like, he genuinely wants to be your friend, bridge boy, so play nice.
Youāre his dad and you might be going mad with visions from the almighty or maybe the ptsd from years of being the actual baddest ass? Well okay, he handled that specific situation pretty poorly, but he apologized and now heās got your back.
Youāre his awkward younger brother with (probably) epilepsy? He will duel every. single. mf-er that talks shit to you and break off any relationship if that woman does not respect you. And also, just whole-heartedly support your decision to learn sword fighting and join the family guard group thatās supposed to guarding you.
Oh, and I hope youāre ready for dad jokes, cause heās got āem. Theyāre coming.
Six Sentence Sunday
Taking @frostedlemonwriter up on an open tag.
Just give us six sentences of your current WIP. I donāt think it has to be the last six sentences.
Soft tag for @lola-theshowgrl and @finaldreams1106 and anybody else looking for a connection. :)
I back slowly away, turning towards Creed, whoās waiting by the crates, watching with amusement as he awaits my assessment. I roll my eyes for him, pretend to whisper a prayer of thanks into my hand, and blow it sarcastically to the Gods. He smirks and pretends to snag the prayer from the air, then opens his hand and mimes reading it, nodding sagely. Like heās my god. I struggle not to laugh aloud. Soul-sucking heretic.
So, uh. Is Tumblr mostly just porn bots at this point?
I've seen a sudden uptick, just report and block boys, report and block
I have two ambitions as a writer.
Write a sweeping fantasy series full of artful but scathing criticisms of organized religion.
Become known for writing Romance Novels for [cis/het] Men that are full of male protagonists exploring their inner emotional worlds.
Ok, three.
3. Make enough money doing the above that my husband who I adore will no longer feel the burden to provide for our family and can choose to do whatever work will bring him the most satisfaction regardless of how much money it makes.
*through gritted teeth* you are not a child taking a test with the purpose of getting the highest score, you are an adult trying new things and finding ways to enjoy your life, make mistakes, be a beginner, be mediocre, be where you need to be, be unlikeable, just. be.
Meanwhile, on Twitter:
Brain farts, a thread
Reblogging this once again because, once again, it made me laugh.
Damn Them
(I struggled so hard to get a chapter written (life is beating my ass right now) but it is here!)
When Sidekick woke up, the first thing that he felt was confusion.
He couldnāt see much in the darkness, but he feltā¦something, around his leg, and things felt different and smelled different and sounded different and-
The memories of the day before hit him like a pallet of bricks.
His stomach turns at the thought of Hero, oh god, what was he going to do?
Sitting up, he braces for the pain, but itāsā¦not bad. Not as bad as it should be. Whatever she had given him must have been good, because he really wasnāt feeling much at all.
Pain, fear, all were muted and dull, there but not at the forefront.
He swings his broken leg down out of bed, trying to be as quiet as possible while straining his ears to see if he could hear Villain or Assistant.
Nothing.
He tests his weight on his good leg, and stands. Villain had said not to walk on the cast but it seemed fine and it wasnāt like they were actually going to give him crutches.
He steps carefully over to the door, and presses his ear against it.
Now he heard something.
Muffled voices, Assistant and Villain, but no distinct words.
He sighs, pushing his hair back out of his face and looks at the door.
It just looked like a regular door, like the regular kitchen. He knew it would be locked but still, he tried the handle anyway.
It turned.
His heart leapt into his throat as he carefully eased the door open less than a crack. It opened outwards, and he didnāt know where Assistant or Villain were, for all he knew they could be watching the door like hawks.
But it was open a sliver, and now he could vaguely hear them.
āKilling Hero isnāt just going to be a walk in the park, itās a lot more complicated than that. What about Lover?ā
Sick was all he felt, like the whole world was tumbling out from under him. Without Hero and Lover, where would he go? They were all the family he had now, and to hear Assistant talking about killing them like it was just an errand to run made his blood cold.
āWe would have to figure out her first, see where she stands. But after that, Hero wonāt be easy but he wonāt have Sidekick as a human shield either.ā
They were going to pick Lover off first, then Hero. He wasnāt there to protect him, they did this on purpose!
All warmth that he had formed towards Villain had dissipated, replaced only by rage. He eased the door open further, looking for a phone, a knife, a door, any way out or way to warn Hero or Lover.
āAnd that still leaves Sidekick⦠What happens to him?ā
He paused, listening again.
Villain seemed to pause, and he heard a sigh before anything else. āI donāt know yet. For now, heāll stay here, and weāll play it as we get more information. All I know for now is that Iām not going to let that bastard that pretends to be a hero lay another finger on him, through whatever means necessary. Heāll be here and heāll be safe.ā
Villain wasā¦protecting him? From Hero?
Now, he wished he had just stayed in bed. Confusion replaced rage and left him unsteady.
Literally.
He had been leaning on the door for support, but it too gave way, slamming open with a bang and leaving him to fall hard.
He was caught and he knew it. He couldnāt even get up, all he could do was lay in a graceless heap as running feet approached.
Both Villain and his emotions caught up to him far too quickly, and he found himself sobbing weakly against the cold floor, cringing away from Villains helping hand.
āI just want to go home⦠Please just let me go homeā¦ā
He couldnāt hear what Villain said as he helped him up, only that it wasnāt scolding.
āI want to go homeā¦pleaseā¦I want to go homeā¦ā
But Villain just guided him back to bed, and Assistant appeared beside him with a capped needle.
He didnāt resist when she positioned his arm and administered whatever was in the syringe. It didnāt matter anyway.
He was stuck here, and he was useless, and they were going to kill Hero to protect him. And he hated himself for the sliver of him that liked that idea.
The last thing he saw before drifting off again was Assistant picking the blanket up off the floor and draping it over him again while Villain helped prop his leg up on the abandoned pillow.
Damn them. Damn them both.
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