#Bands For Stretching

[knkmiami0]

Bands For Stretching | Knkmiami.com

Creating athletic training equipment specializing in balance, core strengthening, and technique training for dancers, gymnasts, cheerleaders, yoga, skaters, snowboarders, skiers, golf, baseball, tennis, martial arts, surfing, basketball, etc

[hedonists]

Bad Omens on album ‘The Death of Peace of Mind’ and the success of ‘Just Pretend’ — NME

[rosecoloredmax]

lil swiss phantom redraw thing

[transmechanicus]

[hyunpic]

[bitchthefuck1]

It really is incredible the way succession will keep showing you just how amoral and callous the Roy kids can be and you'll hit the point where you start to question why you're even watching anymore because they're all just so awful, and then they'll do something so pathetically human and broken that you can't imagine ever looking away or not caring anymore. The writers always seem to know exactly when to stop and it's genuinely stunning.

[julykings]

by candlelight

[lovelyballetandmore]

Patrick Bruppacher | Universal Ballet

[goodluckbabeheffron]

[wiltedprayers]

happy birthday to lewis nixon. here's him pining for dick winters in every ‘band of brothers’ episode to celebrate:

[kentuckyfriedsatan]

Mist wip! Look at her before i destroy it all with color 🥲

*update* finished version here!

[knkmiami0]

Bands For Stretching | Knkmiami.com

Creating athletic training equipment specializing in balance, core strengthening, and technique training for dancers, gymnasts, cheerleaders, yoga, skaters, snowboarders, skiers, golf, baseball, tennis, martial arts, surfing, basketball, etc

[enjoy-my-swearing]

Peemo in Winter Demise palette, ask from twitter.

[seaofreverie]

Ron remembered that he also had a bugsona in the year 2000.

(I'm sorry for this.)

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Some Mountain and Ifrit fluff because i feel people kinda forget Mountain was also part of the Popestar ghouls and I need more of those two interacting.

Mountain's lips twitch up when the smell of cedar and caramel fills his nostrils, a second before strong arms wrap around his waist from behind.

"Hello, Ifrit. Everything alright ?"

The fire ghoul pushes his forhead between Mountain's shoulderblades with a small noise. It's an awfully warm day, everyone sweating bullets, and yet Mountain wouldn't dream of pushing Ifrit off him, as hot - in every ways- as he is, the fire ghoul's skin feeling like he laid down under the sun for hours.

Still bent over a wooden table in the greenhouse, Mountain checks one last time the state of the struggling plant he attempted to save for the better part of the day, before straightening and turning around in Ifrit's hold despite the fire ghoul's dramatic whining.

They both realize how the other is dressed at the same time, eyes raking up and down the other's frame.

Well, as for Ifrit, "dressed" is a generous word. In nothing but very short bright pink shorts with the ghost logo printed on the ass, hidding absolutely nothing, the fire ghoul looks positively slutty.

"Why are you dressed like those oversexualized characters in action movies ?"

Ifrit snorts.

"Just missing the shirt tied in a knot right under my huge tiddies, uh ? 's comfy. You're one to talk, looking like a victorian wet dream."

Mountain glances down at his brown pants, held by leather suspenders over a widely opened flowy white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and admits to himself that he does look nice.

"Point taken. Is there something I can do for you, firebird ?"

Ifrit grins, retrieving a bag he probably dropped to hug Mountain, from which he extirpates a reusable bottle with lemons and daises doodled on it. With a flourish, he hands it to the earth ghoul.

"Lemonade. Zephyr made it. They thought you'd be thirsty, working your ass off in that weather."

The bottle is blissfully cold in Mountain's hands, probably kept that way by the air ghoul's doing, but he doesn't even have time to thank anyone before a box is shoved in his arms.

"And that's from me. Cupcake. Pistacchio and raspberries. Fresh out the oven. They're still a bit hot though, so you can wait to eat them since it's like, so freaking hot already, but anywa-"

Mountain cuts Ifrit off with a kiss, tasting the raspberries the fire ghoul indoubtably snatched while cooking directly from his lips.

When Mountain leans back with a smug smirk, Ifrit just blinks at him, mouth hanging half opened and cheeks flushed.

"...what was that for ?"

Dragging Ifrit toward an old bench, Mountain huffs.

"That was a thank you."

With a wheezing laugh, Ifrit sits right after Mountain, not questioning the manhandling for a second.

"Remind me to cover you in gifts then."

The box of cupcakes is swiftly opened, filling the greenhouse with its mouth-watering smell, bottle uncapped just as quickly.

"We're sharing this," Mountain anounces.

Ifrit opens his mouth to protest, but the earth ghoul is faster, shoving a cupcake in the fire ghoul's mouth before any sound can be uttered. Only barely avoiding to drop it, green frosting smeared on his nose and upper lips, Ifrit cackles, nearly slipping off the bench and dragging Mountain with him in his attempt to keep his balance.

"You- mrgh - absolute bastard," the fire ghould chuckles in between bites.

The lemonade tastes divine in the suffocating atmosphere of the sun-drenched afternoon, the cupcakes a welcome sweetness after long hours of work, but better than anything, Mountain thinks, is Ifrit smiling soft and tender at him, eyes crinkling in the corners, his laughter bouncing off the greenhouse's glass panels.

[saenora]

ugh long hair sae lives in my heart rent free