#10k race

[equinesandeducation]

Had the pleasure of joining the "Farmer's Cabbage" race today, a 10k race that rewards every finisher with a grocery bag filled with all the ingredients for Stamppot 🤤 Was still smiling in the photo, but after getting out there it started POURING down. Didn't know it was physically possible to get this wet, but here we are! Did get a PR on my 10k with headwind pretty much the whole way, so there's that

[patience-hope-strength-courage]

Taken: 03/03/2024 - My second 10km race and I completed it in 53:08. Can’t believe it and so happy with my pace and time! 🏃🏻‍♀️

[tracychamberlainhigginbotham]

(via Monday Motivation: "You Got This!")

[strawburrycowpillowpet]

[runningonveggiefuel]

Winter Park 10k

Today’s race was the end of the Run BMT spring Blok. I was so nervous to join this group, but am so very happy that I did! The Run BMT team Going over race day deets with coach Now for the race recap: Race morning 10k races are hard, and, as a triathlete, not a distance that I race often. Coming back from an injury is also hard, especially when you fought to maintain your fitness along the…

[sketchinfun]

A little comic thing since I wanted to draw out my experience with my first race, and first RunDisney event this past weekend. I ran a 10K, and coming from someone who absolutely hates running, and is winded by running one mile, I was quite nervous going into the race. However, as I started the race and maintained my planned run/walk method, I began to really enjoy running the race, especially once the race route went through Disneyland and DCA. I'm proud of myself that I finished and kept going, since there were many times during the race when I wanted to just stop. I definitely want to do another RunDisney event, and train for the next time around. It was truly one of those "magical" Disney experiences, and even though I was so much in the zone while running that I forgot like 80% of the run, it was an incredible experience!

[profoundbondfanfic]

Bicycle Race

Bicycle Race by muchtogetheryouandI Rating: Mature Word count: 6k

Dean Winchester is no stranger to the intensity of elite cycling. He's been working as a medic for one of the biggest races in the world for years. So when he suddenly finds himself infatuated with a blue-eyed rider, he's not sure what to do with his feelings--especially since his feelings are behaving in ways he's not accustomed to.

I honestly wasn’t sure that a fic about elite cycling would be of any interest to me, but my love of demisexual!dean will always override most of my reservations. This bet paid off. Did you know that for long-distance cycling, the medics stay in their cars to treat the riders? I did not. And that’s the first scene of this fic, Dean hanging out of a car to help cyclist!Cas with an injury on his thigh. What follows is a sweet fic about Dean and Cas realizing their interest in each other over their various run-ins due to this race Cas is in. 

It’s an interesting topic that you won’t need much knowledge of to enjoy, and Dean and Cas’s chemistry jumps off the screen in that *chef’s kiss* kind of way we’re always looking for in fic. And like I said before, I’m always looking for any and all ace rep in fics so I’m happy to bring you this gem if that’s something you’re interested in reading. I promise you’ll enjoy this one no matter your preference.

[rainbow-nerdss]

My heart wants to keep writing this "coda" until it turns into a buddie fic but I'm having a lot of fun writing the bucktommy of it all so....

It's gonna be LONG

[bluedesignwall]

I was up early and was rewarded with a beautiful sunrise. It was a good day for a race and I was keen to see how I would go after having seven weeks away from running. What better way to find out than a local race. Yay it was tough but I was pretty pleased with my time. More training should make it easier.

[tojiscrack]

hi just had to come on here and say liar liar is the funniest ever like your megumi is so perfect also reader makes me cry laugh thanks for being so funny and awesome ok bye 🌝

i’m inverting rn 😨 like i read that so fast i had to go back and read it again so i could actually grasp it in my head this time 😭💞

*bows elegantly*

tysm, i try my best 😋

you’re literally the sweetest person ever (i visibly and audibly levitate whenever someone tells me i’m funny like okay let’s kith now) 😀

your comments on ao3 and message here on tumblr have been giving me sm motivation to write, you genuinely have no idea, so thank you sm ml <333

[patience-hope-strength-courage]

04/02/2024

My first ever race, 10k and so pleased with how I ran. The second half was pretty much all up hill and so tough. So happy 🏃🏻‍♀️

[yappacadaver]

Most of my lore-related Zevlor headcanons are going into the *glances at draft* uh...stupidly long fic.

But I'm in the "Zevlor had deep camaraderie and all kinds of wild sex in the Hellriders, but not a lot of relationship experience" camp. Stuff happens after battle, or when drunk, or in the barracks, but once he climbed the ranks, he wasn't going to abuse his position or fraternize. There wasn't time for him to be a good life partner outside of his duties.

So he is an absolute sucker for all the cute romantic things he missed out on earlier in life. Public displays of affection, flowers, courting rituals, he thinks he's too old for those things and claims he doesn't need the trappings. But then he gets so flustered when his partner makes the effort.

I'm of so many different minds when it comes to Zevlor's prior experience idek if I'm gonna be able to get all this down

So I totally agree that sex definitely happened amongst the Hellriders. I mean damn it's a military branch. I'm sure individuals found ways to get dirty in the barracks, the showers, in the field, in the stables, using equipment you'd likely find in a stable, using magic, if you can think it it probably happened.

I'm not sure that it's something Zevlor (even as a younger man) would've pursued? maybe it found him anyways, who knows. But he strikes me as someone who was (WAS) an idealist, and a proud one. Maybe he was saving himself for the perfect courtship, maybe he was too devoted to his religious education and martial training, maybe he's always been the kind of man to hold himself back (like at the tiefling party).

Now this is not me saying I think Zevlor's a virgin, I honestly think he's had both romantic and sexual experience. But I'm trying to hold in my mind the image of a young devout tiefling who is so proud to serve his city and his god, who wears practically the most respected uniform in that city, and have to imagine he thought he had HUGE ass boots to fill and no time to dally.

So ig what I'm saying is my personal hc is yours in reverse xD I think Zevlor would feel much more at home in the formal, formulaic space of romantic courtship, and completely out of sorts when it comes to experiencing desire or being desired in turn. He's old, he's a victim of extreme prejudice, he's of a race whose physical traits are associated with everything he's learned through his faith to despise, I feel like this man would have a hard HARD time with physical intimacy. Taking the metaphorical armor off could feel like self-ruin to a man who was practically raised in it. An aegis is meant to be struck not caressed, etc etc.

[she-runs4]

This virtual race about needing to vaccinate against a very deadly form of flu, and racing to find that vaccine feels a little on the nose these days...

Also, I feel like I'm hearing GladOS as the automated employee tester. If I don't hear Sam make a reference to Portal at some point I will be shocked.

[heliads]

alright, last one !! could i pretty please request a 🎬: casting call for my beloved newsies ?

some stuff about me:

so, my name is dolly, and I’m a panromantic asexual person. my gender is… weird 😂 because really I think gender is an odd social construct and I don’t really care what people refer to me as. i’m also autistic, and some of my special interests include musical theatre, books, true crime, superheroes, and mythology of all different kinds and cultures. j don’t get the opportunity to talk about my special interests a lot, but once I do, you’ll have a hard time getting me to stop talking.

so for hobbies, i spend most of my time either reading or writing fanfiction (and sometimes original short stories), listening to music, and watching movies or tv shows. i mostly like all kinds of music, but I’m not really the biggest fan of rap. i’m also really into true crime podcasts, and I have a love for older tv shows, such as m*a*s*h and the a-team, as well as all the marvel and dc movies and tv shows. I really love books, and my ultimate career goal is to be a librarian (although if you asked me my absolute dream job, the answer would be a voice actor). I’m also a half-decent singer, at least depending on who you ask.

personality-wise, i kind of cycle between being bubbly and cheerful and quieter and shyer (a textbook ambivert, me), but no matter what, i always do my best to be a good listener and to make my friends (which includes you of course !!) happy, because i am very loyal and i love them a lot.

alright, hopefully that wasn’t too much 😅 thanks in advance, i’m excited to see your answer, and I hope you’re doing well !! <3

oh man i need to get back into my newsies obsession. it's been too long since i watched the recording. in the meantime...

i ship you with race!

race is one of the first people you meet amongst the manhattan newsies. it's something he takes great pride in, almost too much pride. although it takes him much too long to figure out why that might be, all of the other newsies clued in pretty much immediately. an infatuated race is a fun one, though, so they make sure he gets there eventually. race makes excuses to end up near you whenever he's out selling papers, and always has to tell you the crazy stories that happened that day when he meets you at the newsies' lodging house in the evening. race loves going out and having fun with you, but he's also quite happy to lie back and cuddle when you're more up for a quiet day. he's glad you get along so well with the other newsies, and everyone agrees that there's no two people better suited for each other.

thank you for taking part in my celebration!

[mrsterlingeverything]

have you watched dragula? It’s more DIY you might enjoy, there is a lot of horror / filth tho idk if ur into that

Im too paulpilled for it i need to watch a lipsync... i watched a few episodes but they did something i was really not a fan of for the extermination and i was like hm. I forget what it was.

[sexynetra]

Did someone ask for a WIP Wednesday?

(No, nobody did but I'm posting one anyways :) )

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“Are you ready to go? Anyone you want to say goodbye to first?”

She shook her head again, setting the bottle down on the counter. “No, I think… I think the cool air will do me some good.”

The adrenaline of the situation had kept her semi-functional, but now that her body realized it was safe, the liquor she had consumed with reckless abandon was coming back to bite her. And she still couldn’t stop herself from staring.

“I think it might too, Marsh. You’ve been swaying since we got to the kitchen… how much did you have to drink anyways?”

Marcia shrugged, carding a hand through the now-wild curls she’d so carefully styled all afternoon. “Dunno. I stopped counting after a while.”

Anetra crinkled her nose and Marcia almost missed what she said because the action was so cute, so delicate, and innocent in a way she didn’t really associate with the girl.

“Um. Sorry. Can you say that again?” She stuttered with a blush, her lower lip finding its way back between her teeth.

“I said I don’t envy you the hangover you’re gonna have tomorrow. I have some Advil back in our room that you can take,” Anetra offered as she moved to put her hand to Marcia’s back, leading her back toward the door. “You’re gonna freeze out there in that. Did you bring a jacket?” she asked with a frown, grabbing her own jacket off the coat rack with her free hand.

Marcia nodded, reaching for her own coat. She glanced enviously at Anetra, whose jacket looked thick and warm and high quality, compared to the thin flimsy one she had gotten for this costume. It looked cute but it wasn’t going to keep her very warm on the walk.

Anetra looked over at Marcia, brows furrowed slightly as she watched her. Marcia had her jacket in her arms but was making no move to put it on, eyes locked on the coat Anetra had just shrugged onto her own shoulders.

It took Anetra a second to understand. She shrugged her jacket off with a sigh. “You can wear mine. We’re basically the same size anyways.” 

She draped the warm leather over Marcia’s shoulders, carefully extricating the other jacket from her grip to throw over her arm so Marcia wouldn’t have to hold it. The leather was soft and worn, clearly well-loved. It felt like butter against her skin and smelled like a mixture of weed and something that she was pretty sure was jasmine. It shouldn’t have smelled as good as it did. She nuzzled against the fabric, pulling it tighter around herself before looking up, giving Anetra a warm smile.

“Thank you. You’re secretly really sweet, aren’t you?”

Anetra smiled back, ducking her head a little. “I didn’t realize I was keeping it a secret.”

“You totally are. You play the tough guy with the brooding silence and the smoking and the sexy scar on your eye. But it’s all a lie and you’re not actually tough. You’re soft,” Marcia announced decidedly. It wasn’t necessarily that she thought Anetra wasn’t tough or intimidating. After all, she vividly remembered how dangerous Anetra had looked the one time she made her angry. But she was certainly second-guessing her concept of Anetra as mean and aloof. After all, how mean could a girl who had literally given her the jacket off of her back be?

“I think I can be tough and soft… wait, did you say my scar is sexy?” She cut her own comment off, face twisting in a funny way Marcia didn’t recognize. If it were on anyone other than Anetra, she would say it looked shy. She had colored in the scar when she did her makeup, a far cry from the usual attempts to make it blend in as much as possible. Marcia wasn’t sure exactly why she had decided to do that, but she thought it made her look like an action hero, some sort of brave knight or powerful spy. It made Anetra even more striking, to Marcia at least.

“That’s surprisingly nice to hear. I’ve always hated it,” she said quietly as she pulled open the door, smiling back at Marcia. “Now let’s go, I’m sick of being in this apartment right now.” 

Even drunk, Marcia could tell Anetra was trying to cut off the conversation, which only piqued her curiosity, but she obediently stepped through the doorway, shoving her hands in the pockets of Anetra’s jacket and looking up at the night sky.