#Incline push ups

[andrewpeterson1516]

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[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

“That one time Barnaby broke somebody’s jaw for going a little too far w/ insulting Wally & almost got expelled <3”

Full story please? <3

WITH PLEASURE!

for those who are slightly confused, this is for 'my' modern human au! well. modern-ish!

okay so when they were in freshman year / 9th grade, Barnaby and Wally are soldily Bonded. they are a set, do not separate. they receive a lot of shit for this, because some kids are assholes and that's especially true for 14yr olds. and it's 2006. so Wally and Barnaby get teased/bullied a lot for their closeness. at this point they're kind of used to it. they met early in 7th grade and have been inseparable ever since. most of it slides off of them

but what is Barnaby was having an especially stressful week? one of those weeks were everything is going wrong, nothing is working out. so Barn is at the end of his rope, and then one of the main kids who likes to bother them insults Wally specifically, and badly. like it's some next level So Bad Its Almost Impressive shit. at present Barnaby is walking to his next class with Wally and Poppy. so Barnaby just kind of stops in place, mentally chooses violence, turns, walks up to the kid, and punches him as hard as he can. it knocked the bully out instantly and broke his jaw.

and keep in mind that at this point in time, Barnaby isn't the big strong guy he is later on. he hasn't had his main growth spurt yet. and he still packed enough of a punch to do Damage - which makes him even more intimidating when he Does hit his growth spurt and towers over practically everyone

the pros of this event: Frank and Julie were watching, and Frank respected Barnaby's response so much that he allowed Julie to bring him to hang out with the growing friend group at lunch / asshole kids were less inclined to insult Wally and Barnaby (or his friends) to their faces

cons: Eddie was also watching and was too scared of Barnaby for the rest of their school career to try and talk to him or his friends / Barnaby nearly got expelled but did get suspended, and that's a permanent mark on his record

so the kid goes down, everyone freaks out. Barnaby is still too angry to feel anything other than pissed off vindication. naturally higher Authorities (teachers) come to get the unconscious student to the (i almost said vet) nurse's office, and to bring Barnaby to the principle's office. they call Ms. Beagle and have her come pick him up. Wally has stuck like glue to Barnaby pretty much the whole time, except for when Barnaby was in the office to get chewed out / interrogated. when Ms. Beagle is done w/ her conversation with the principle, she takes Barnaby and Wally home.

there, Barnaby is still worked up, and as "punishment" Ms. Beagle has him do some menial tasks alongside his usual after school chores. Wally tags along, of course, and asks why the hell Barnaby did that. in a nicer Wally way of asking. this is what breaks the camels back. Barnaby just sits down and starts crying, to which Wally is like "oh no. oh fuck. what do i do." cue a solid minute of him just standing and staring in panic before awkwardly sitting next to Barnaby in solidarity.

when they go inside, Ms. Beagle already has Barnaby's favorite dinner whipped up and ready. She gives him a talk where she's essentially says "blah blah blah violence isn't the answer. however, good job for standing up to that kid. he's an asshole and deserved a good wallop." (listen im a firm believer in ms beagle having been a Wild Youth that would have thrown bricks at cops). Moods are lightened, they have a good dinner. The next day or so they need to go have a meeting with the Injured Kid's parents. that's when they find out Barnaby fully broke the kids jaw (he feels a little bad for that) and that the parents are pushing for his expulsion and also juvie. Ms. Beagle manages to whittle down the sentence to a long suspension and then detention for the rest of the year, as well as her paying the kid's hospital bill.

tl;dr Barnaby punches a kid for insulting Wally, gets a new friend out of it, nearly gets expelled, and gains a mostly unfounded Reputation that dissuades most from outright messing with him or his pals

[akuma-tenshi]

just so you guys know. joseph shot up from (around) ninth place to THIRD in two days. because there's a massive push from the cn server to go onto global and mass vote for him to put him in first. maybe the vote counts are "accurate" but they're not legitimate. even if this isn't bot voting, it's certainly not fair. nobody is happy with this.

even if joseph doesn't win this year, it sets a dangerous precedent for future years if netease doesn't actually do anything about these dummy accounts who are being mass-created and sent to vote for joseph. i know there's only so much they can do but it's not comforting that the best they have is this lukewarm twitter announcement and ten memory spheres.

[sleepynegress]

Love this interview... I have been semi-checking in on Zawe's journey since before certain stans were feeling some kinda way about her recent familial additions. I do for certain Black actors/creators especially, who seem to be moving in interesting ways in entertainment/film media...

-A remnant from a period when I used to go to screenings and blog about films (and was published a few times in a major national newspaper)... So, I knew of Zawe through the grapevine of her mentorship, i.e. she is the reason why Rege Jean Page of Bridgerton fame got to work in U.S. markets, as she sponsored him. And she is known, as one of those "good eggs" who will be accessible and help/advise especially young actors of color. ...But, I have some other stuff to say. This isn't about proving that she's an amazing human being. It's about a certain brand of misogynoir that some of these people far beneath her in self-knowledge, self-love, and just plain grown-ass-woman-personhood...keep letting fly in what they *think* are compliments, but actually are just trite microaggressions. Saying things like "as long she makes [T-blank H-blank] happy then she's alright" as if he's the centered human and her attachment renders her worthy somehow. Babies, as long as SHE'S happy. Yall. He's marrying up.

WAY UP and the fact that he knows this? Actually elevates him. She's been there.

She tells a story in the above interview that reminds me of Uzo Aduba's anecdote about her name , - of an incident when she was called to an early job (at 6!) and someone there said she wasn't pretty because of her gap and her Ugandan mother took her on past this person and into the room, ANYWAY.

... She learned a specific self-knowledge and self-love, that is necessary in very white western spaces that constantly pressures a narrow sense of worthiness and beauty, especially from Black women, something a lot of these small-minded stans don't even have a notion of seeing beyond. Zawe is biracial, and her features, aside from her skin tone are very African. So while she benefits from colorism, featurism is something I've seen those bigoted stans, pick on as well. She knows those features are what makes her beautiful and knew that, w/o and before her partner saw that too. And people who aren't blind narrow-minded ignoramuses can *also* see that. This is why I assert the fact of featurism needing to be in the conversation of light/dark privilege conversations. Lips, nose, gap, and even the set of her eyes are ethnic beauty markers within quite a few spaces in the Black African diaspora... My mom was an absolute stunner because of her gap.

Even the old school white model Lauren Hutton got there because of her gap. Uzo Aduba, who I have already mentioned has a deeper skintone and has similarly large round striking eyes, gap, and a non-pinched-nose *rightly* played Glinda in NBC's production of The Wiz a few years back, with Dorothy saying she's so beautiful *because* of those features, not despite them as a very narrow white-washed gaze would wrongly assert.

And while we're here that includes sizes and shapes too. I'm saying your boy is enjoying all that plush. A lot of yall need to read or reread Maya Angelou's Phenomenal Woman, for comprehension.

Anyway... All this to say I know Zawe is and will be fine regardless.

P.S. Maya Angelou *also* had height, and gap and was very much known for her beauty/magnetism as a woman when she was alive. :

[trensu]

I wish there was more steddie time travel fics. Where steddie travels back all the way to season one. Maybe both or one of them. Actually both because the comedic potential. Like Steve and Eddie trying to change things and save the day. And anyone who sees them sneaking around thinks they are in a secret gay relationship. Nancy has this whole theory that her boyfriend is gay and sneaking off with Eddie Munson. Reason why he's being distant and hiding things. And on one hand she's not wrong, because steddie has so much unresolved sexual tension that one is oblivious to and the other is to afriad to admit to. But on the other hand is she way way off.

okay tbh, as great as that would be, i don't think everyone would immediately jump to the gay thing. if this is during steve's kingly days, he's got enough sway and popularity that people would bend over backwards to prove he's a Normal Straight American Boy.

what i think would be more likely, considering he throws those parties and is a good athlete, people would assume he's either developing an addiction on something OR taking steroids. nancy would be SO worried about it because omg steve, do you know what drugs do to your brain? how are you going to get into college if you keep doing that stuff??

meanwhile, steve is touched by her concern and also like...just going along with it? What is he supposed to do? That explanation makes WAY more sense than the whole Upside Down nonsense that they're trying to prevent. So now you've got Steve--who can do a mean kegstand but has literally never even considered doing anything harder than that because DUH the hard stuff would fuck up his body and he's an ATHLETE--trying to pretend he's got to get his Drugs so he has to cancel his plans with Nancy and go see Eddie RIGHT NOW. Because of Drugs. No other reason.

But we all know Nancy is a stubborn bastard (affectionate), so she'd definitely use her investigative skills to find out more. She'd track down this Eddie Munson guy and give him a piece of her mind. Now, this Nancy is still pretty mild and is lacking guns because the UD stuff hasn't hit her yet, but Eddie remembers with crystal clarity his Nancy and her weapons proficiency and reacts to past Nancy accordingly. As in, he immediately apologizes for anything and everything and promises not to do it again, please don't hurt him.

Now Nancy is confused as to why this big bad leather and chain wearing drug dealer is practically cowering before her. She starts to suspect other stuff is going on because the pieces aren't adding up. Eventually she figures out what's happening and joins Steve and Eddie because while they're both creative and skilled in their own ways, they're not really that great at the actual investigating bit of the plan-making process.

It's only then, when she's spending more time with the two of them together, does she start to catch on to the way Eddie looks at Steve. She remembers the rumors that go around about Eddie, so she's not too surprised because Steve is stupid hot and really good in bed, like, so good, the things that boy could do with his tongue will stay with her always. What does catch her off guard is the way Steve reacts whenever Eddie does something that edges around flirty (but still has plausible deniability). He doesn't get disgusted, he gets confused and ruminates over it. It's curious (though if nancy were honest to herself, she'd admit that she's never really understood all the romance stuff and it's never particularly appealed to her). If there were more time, she'd probably study them more.

But there are more important things happening, so she's going to leave them to deal with that mess on their own.

[astrugglingacademic]

Y'know, if it rains when Neuvillette cries, I'm allowed to guess that when Zhongli cries, there's earthquakes. But he's the God of Repression, so...

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

"you were born evil" but you still named her agatha.

thinking about that process, because it took 18 years right. you have a baby and you call her good and she turns out to be smarter than you, more powerful than you, and it scares you, you dont know how to handle that especially in a world that hates you and her already. the things about her that scare you, will scare the outside world who understands even less than you do ten times more. you dont know how to protect her so you try to control her which is like number one bad idea human response to things that scare us.

obviously this backfires and she gets even more furious in her quest for knowledge, every door you close she finds a window, every place you warn away from she gets into, talking to people she shouldnt be talking to, trying out magic she shouldnt be trying. every step she takes is one further out of your control, further out of anyone's control, every new thing she learns makes her dangerous, puts her in danger, puts your coven in danger, shes exposing all of you along with herself. shes in danger, shes a danger, shes a teenager and she knows more than you, of course shes not gonna listen to you anymore, about anything. of course shes not gonna hear a warning, and if she did she wouldnt take it, just to spite you.

what are you gonna do? youre not the only one whos scared. of her, for her. youve got an entire coven getting panicky about the way shes exposing all of you, the risks shes taking that she may or may not be able to fully understand (maybe shes never seen one of you burned before, maybe shes her own first). and if she were on her own that would be her decision to make, but you are still responsible for your coven and you are responsible for her, for her safety and for the threat she poses. so what do you do? do you even have a choice? or is this just where the mob turns. kick a scapegoat onto a pyre and hope fortune turns for the rest of us. if she cant stick to the rules in place for the safety of all, then shes a ticking timebomb. if it's not her at the stake, sooner or later it's all of you. so what can you do? what are you expected to do?

punish agatha.

[liesmyth]

Wall push ups gang mention omg! I feel seen

HEY wall push-ups are so valid and a really good way to train your pushup form and strengthening your upper body. I will die on the hill that wall push-ups >>> knee incline push-ups.

[mainfaggot]

i need to txt to leave hybe rn. so fucking serious like i desperately need them to leave

[birchbow]

belated excerpting

"obliterating Kurloz's self control and higher brain functions for fun and profit" won and I finally have time to post so here is some,,,, upcoming nonsense, lol.

--

Meenah will have you when and how she likes, body and soul, but neither of you has much taste for announcement and spectacle.  Putting that shit in the air sets it out for the court and the fleet and the whole motherfucking empire to make comment and whisper, and fuck that noise. 

You’re hers, and like it or not some piece of her is yours.  But not for the Mother.  Not for the drones.

All this to say, it’s been not just a sweep, not just ten, but a good hundred sweeps since you had a partner when the drones came around.  All this to say, when Gamzee scratches graceless at a horn with his eyes on your lips and says “Uh, so, I know you said—I know doesn’t either of us have to, but—” you’re already leaning down for him, sinking into the taste and smell and feel of him.  Time goes all into pieces, from one beat to the next of your pusher; he’s clinging onto you, panting at your ear.  He’s saying your name, low, wounded moan of a sound, catching and hitching in his throat.  

You could have expected you’d want him.  You weren’t expecting this.

It burns through you like a cleansing fire, the aimless, grasping want in you finding what it was looking for and clinging with every claw and fang to it.  It’s not like rage, you’re not mindless and furious, you recognize him just fine—you know him, you’re so soft for him you can’t stand it.  Not frenzied, not mindless.  But you’re hungry.  Hungry to hurt him, hungry for the way he melts in your arms, hungry for the way his flesh breaks and bleeds and hurts.  Flush takes you like hunger hitting some feral troll-eater cannibal, a steady, devouring, relentless taking of what you need, a terrible wanting—

…Gamzee’s talking at you.

You piece that together in slow parts as you keep at him relentless, hearing yourself give a pleased and rumbling chirr of fondness at the way he smells and the way he gasps.  Occurs to you that you should listen to the words.  Occurs to you, seconds later and slow, that your fangs are in his shoulder.  

Occurs to you, last of all and dawning like a blinding crack of sunlight through night’s haze, that he’s pushing at you with bloody hands, and as motherfucking delicious as he smells and sounds, the words he’s panting in your ear are “Aah, Kurloz, fuck, hold up, fuck.”

You make out the words like you’re fighting your way up out from under deep water, suck in a breath to answer and then groan when that breath’s full of the smell and taste of him.  His blood, his want.  He’s been wrecked, and it takes you a dizzying minute to remember that it’s you who did it.  It’s you who put marks of fangs all across every piece of flesh your fangs could catch purchase on.  Your claws that raked his belly and his legs.  Your body was given just a hint of what you’ve denied it so long, and it seized hold of yourself away from you, and you—  You were—

You realize your loss of yourself, all in a breath, and you’re back and off him between one blink and the next, still panting hard, hot all over for him.“Fffuck,” you get out, grinding on the purr that won’t leave your throat.  You can taste his blood and want in your mouth.  “Fuck.  Hurt you?  Did I, motherfucker—”

[bunnihearted]

ig i just personally dont rlly vibe w ppl who think that merely saying 'i wish they died' just to lighten the heavy weight of their overwhelming emotions (that they cant control may i add) is the same thing as actively actually murdering someone 💀

[lilgynt]

i am like wildly overestimating how well i could defend myself with like no self defense training with or without weapons on my person but id prefer that over thinking i cant like. build up enough strength to overpower someone or be scared to go to places alone

[the-sage-libriomancer]

it can be annoying when a creator successfully writes complex, emotionally realistic characters in mediums or genres that don't traditionally have complex, emotionally realistic characters, because the fandom is frequently very black-and-white about their views on a character - not even necessarily because the fans are malicious or thinking uncritically, but just because they're not expecting the medium/genre to have such emotionally complex writing and are unused to approaching it in a critical manner. which is how you get webtoons comment sections insisting that a character who's in the middle of a messy character arc needs to be dumped/jailed/publicly humiliated or youtubers complaining about intentionally flawed characters like they need to be completely rewritten to be a "good character" instead of *gasp* flawed

[in-death-we-fall]

Public service announcement: if you feel it necessary to put "please send someone with 4wd/awd" in your delivery instructions, you should not be ordering delivery ❄️

[pocketramblr]

Upon seeing the post about second as iida my first thought was and third can be uraraka then I noticed you had the same idea in the tags

Great minds think alike I just think that's what she deserves,,,trio holders to the original trio babeyyy

[theheadlessgroom]

https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/708677790772461568/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride

@beatingheart-bride

“I don’t think it’s silly at all.”

It was heartfelt to him, hearing this song, knowing it was something Emily used to sing with her father, something special that still lived on in her, even in his passing, something near and dear to her heart because of it. Was it some grand, sweeping song from some legendary opera? No. But did it need to be? Not at all. It was an honest answer, and it made Randall smile when he heard it, listening eagerly as she sang him this melody, him taking it to heart as he did.

“It’s...it’s lovely!” he replied brightly, as he turned back to his organ, so charmed by the song that he wanted to see if he could play it back, even if he’d only heard it once:

“Little Lotte let her mind wander... Little Lotte thought, ‘Am I fonder of dolls, Or of goblins or shoes, Or of riddles or frocks, Those picnics in the attic, Or of chocolates?

No, what I love best,’ Lotte said, ‘is when I'm asleep in my bed, And the Angel of Music sings songs in my head... The Angel of Music sings songs in my head...’”

He felt fairly confident that he’d been able to replicate the song fairly well when he played it (he might’ve been off by a key or two, but it sounded fairly close when he sang and played it), as he looked back and smiled still to Emily, saying, “It’s not silly at all, I...I think it’s very sweet. It’s...comforting, in a way, it sounds so...gentle.” He wished he had a lullaby like that, to think back on on dark, cold nights, when he felt alone...