#ball prep

[cillyscribbles]

making toilette and taking repose :) ft. electra and etcetera!

“What are you doing?” said Electra, who was only trying to stretch in peace.

“I’m stretching!” said Etcetera, who was absolutely not doing that in any sense of the word.

“What?” said Electra, and then added, just in case Etcetera had not realized that, “No, you’re not.”

“Am, too,” Etcetera responded, and seemed to have chosen to be obtuse for this conversation. She lifted her hips off the ground and threw her leg over her head, tapped her toes against the ground, then moved back down to straighten herself out. “Stretching here... stretching there. Yep! I’m feeling pretty stretched.”

“What?” Electra repeated, and had to put down her other arm where she’d been balancing on just one out of sheer bafflement. “No, what? Etcetera, stretch normal.”

“And be bored? Pah!” Etcetera huffed, and, after flipping herself over onto her feet, began to demonstrate, cheeks puffed out in furious emphasis. “Stand like this. Stand like that. Stand on your legs; stand on your hands!” Upside down, she swung her legs in the air a little and stared at Electra until her cheeks began to go red and Electra began to smile a little too widely. Then, she fell back onto her stomach and announced: “I can stand however I want anytime at all; and I will move however it is I want to move anytime at all. And the only way I want to move is in one that’s fun!”

Electra snorted, just about managing to get herself up on one hand again, and cautioned -  “Well, then don’t come crying to me when you hurt yourself in the Ball.”

“I won’t, I won’t; coming to you in the Ball would not be fun at all,” promised Etcetera, who Electra knew was lying, because coming up to bother her during the Ball was the most fun a cat like Etcetera would have in her under-stretched life of hand-stands.

“You are silly,” Electra told her, because someone had to. Etcetera, though, who’d rolled onto her back again and was arranging herself into nothing less than a pretzel, only just about managed to execute a nonchalant shrug.

“And I remain most fun in my persevering silliness,” she said, and waited to start laughing until Electra did, making a mess of their stretching altogether.

[hypershutter]

“Ibuki is now studying the waltz, the tango, the foxtrot and the cha cha....is that enough fancy dancing techniques for the ball?” 

[cillyscribbles]

making toilette and taking repose ft. victoria and mr mistoffelees :)

“Can you tie a bow on my tail, please?” Victoria asked, loudly, and took special care to draw out the please. She put both her paws to her chin and chopped them down as though she meant it more that way. “I have a very special ribbon for tonight; look, look – it’s pink!”

‘Can’t you do it yourself?’ Mistoffelees asked her in turn, small in his annoyance – as if he hadn’t things to do in preparation!

But Victoria, who was clever in all manners of ways she hid by just being that much sweeter, had already stood on her tiptoes and was mid-way through pulling her leg upward and bending the knee over her own head.

“I’m stretching,” she said, even louder, though perhaps without catching on to the fact there was not a sign of effort in her voice. “Can’t you see? Oh, Mistoffelees, if I don’t stretch enough I’ll sprain something in the Ball!”

And then she would insist on him sitting down with her and wiping her tears and fixing her ankles, because such was a magician’s fate once he decided to associate with a kitten quicker than a cards-dealer. Woe was he!

“Besides,” Victoria continued, unbothered by the ridiculous shape into which she’d contorted her legs, “you need practice anyway, don’t you?”

That was true. Or so he said, on occasion, when he needed a moment away and alone. It would do him no good to denounce it now, he found, and so was resigned to his fate.

‘Fine,’ he told her, with no great joy about it, though the ribbon which she presented him – bright, and even pinker than reported – was a very pleasant texture between the paws. Still; he was being cajoled and bamboozled into this, and she would carry the weight of her crimes of persuasion for many moons to come, he would make sure of it.

It need not be said that the reason to this was not that Victoria was particularly averse to tying her own bows, or that Mistoffelees was all that hesitant to help her. The reason was, of course, that the pair were both cats. No cats, magical or otherwise, knew how to tie a bow, and, by virtue of being cats, would never admit to it either.

Such is the Law of the Cat; and there is hardly anything at all to be done about that!

[coffeehousespy]

moisturise ✓ drink lots of water (bottle a day at uni)  ✓ keep up the fruit and vege intake  ✓ cut off refined sugar (bahaha) haircut hair colour  ✓ shoe grips figure out makeup write an essay (processing)

[fonzullah]

i hate doing my nails. cant touch shit. theyre crap too

[queenfialifts]

I just put on the ball dress. I swear it's looser even though I'm bloated like a whale. My boobs better not fall out. Christian schools look down on such things.

[queenfialifts]

Ball prep!

Working on my shoulders, arms and back 4 days a week and legs once a week, because if I have any other leg days will be dead. Workout today: 3 minute warm up walk Superset: push jerk/upright rows Warm up of 15kg for push jerk and 12 kg for rows. Then moved on to 25kg for push press with 3x5 and 16kg for rows at 3x10. Superset: Ez Skullcrusher/drag curl Warm up of 10kg on both (10 reps) 15kg on both, 3x10 Superset: inverted rows/diamond push up 4x10 (I sometimes got 8 or 7) for both. My diamond push ups are getting better, but my inverted rows are kinda blah. I have to be balancing on my feet and it's so hard. Lat pulldown 2x6 (40kg) Cross trainer - arm blaster. 15 min. So when it came to the high interval, I switched to just using my arms and holy moly I was dying. Air bike/crunches for 2 minutes no rest

[doctormojave]

Guess whose dandruff is coming back full force 3 days before the ball