#Jumping exercises

[soldier-of-self]

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[murpledurple]

I’ve done this in the past but it hasn’t worked out very well

FOR EACH NOTE I GET ON THIS POST, I WILL DO ONE JUMPING JACK

Rules:

max of 3 notes per person

You can tag as many people as you want (looking at you @the-taggerrr, @the-gimmick-simp and @non-tyrannical-usa)

FOR EVERY 100 NOTES I WILL RUN A MILE ON THE TREADMILL

I will record and post the footage of me doing all of the above at a tbd time. (Prob wearing a mask and stuff)

Not only is tagging allowed, it’s encouraged so GET TAGGING!!!!!1!1!!1!1!11!!!

[turtleblogatlast]

Small but significant character moments that I actually really adore are from both the times we see the boys as tots. There is a reoccurrence that happens in both of them that I find so incredibly interesting.

For the turtle tot short, Splinter leaves the boys with weapons. In the short, Raph is the one who suggests they do “what Lou Jitsu would do” and Leo is the one who takes point when Splinter comes back to reprimand them. Leo, in taking point, is the one to defend them and get Splinter off their tails.

And then, in the flashback regarding the Kuroi Yōroi helmet, Raph is the one who grabs and throws “Skully” as a way to replace their missing ball which breaks it into pieces, but Leo is the one who speaks for the group and rushes into action to fix the teapot.

I love this for multiple reasons, but the biggest are how it shows that Raph has always been inclined toward the bold and fun and making the plans to include his brothers in what he loves and believes they’d love, whereas Leo has always been inclined to be the “Face” of the group and shoulder the attention even if it’s potentially negative all while coming up with on the spot attempts to fix the situation.

[howloopyisthat]

[yetanotherknitter]

finally broke down and got the torchon lace workbook and Can Confirm that bobbin lace is much more fun with Not Sewing Thread

[noswordinourlake]

Happy Hanguang-June! Kicking off this June with a redraw of my rainbow HGJ from last year. 💕

[drawsdenfiles]

The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher

[arataka-reigen]

I cant focus enough to read anything lately and it is making me so depressed because last year i managed to beat my reading block, and this year i fell right back into it

[techiekittie]

someone like this post so I remember to jump rope

[pigjolt]

I thought I’d be able to do more than 50 jumping jacks, but at least I beat the 30 that my friend predicted

47.5 isn’t too bad though, right? 😅🐷😮‍💨

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! Weird question time again, this time about push-ups! So I have a weird assortment of health issues, which makes most exercise in general somewhere between difficult, impossible, and inadvisable, but back before I got sick I was learning to do handstands and I loved it. Long story short, my new meds are helping, but it's been more than a decade and I want to work myself into being able to do handstands again without my arms collapsing and landing on my head, so I've been trying to strengthen my arms a little at a time So far, that's mostly been pushups*, but today I tried pushups with my feet elevated and that was significantly easier than normal pushups??? I'm pretty sure it's working different muscles, but it's also closer to a handstand, so have I been doing pushups wrong this whole time if my goal is handstands??? Also, are there other exercises you'd recommend if my goal is handstands? I want to really overprepare my arms in particular, because sometimes when my blood pressure is wonky my muscles are weaker than they should be, so I can't rely on them reacting correctly and I really don't want to fall on my head

*I also have a weird headstand trainer contraption thing that's basically like a shoulder rest so you can be upside down, like a headstand, without putting all your weight on your head? idk how to describe it but it helps practice the "being upside down" and "various torso muscles keeping you balanced while upside down" parts of handstands. I have no idea what it's called my mom was thrilled I wanted to do handstands and sent it to me

[dilsdoes]

this is so dumb but im having a kind of hard time with my health right now and unironically the thing that might help a lot is a pair of fucking roller skates. and thats ridiculous.

[electricea]

oh, also since i've been spending a lot of time lately at the pool - swimming threads, anyone? muses teaching each other how to swim? swimming and splashing races? going every day to the pool together? learning pool exercises together?

[asha-mage]

Having sat with it for a few days, I think what I've realized is most curious about Tortured Poets Department is that while I would still say that Midnights is a better album- both more cohesive and more brutally honest as a work of art- Tortured Poets Department represents Swift at the most unfiltered she's ever been in her career.

Swift has reached that elusive level of success under capitalism where it is genuinely impossible for her work to be a financial failure, but more importantly she's threaded the very tricky needle of breaking free of music industry main stay control without alienating her core base, a feat only a handful of musical artists have ever pulled off. This means she has the freedom to do, essentially, whatever the hell she wants going forward and we've seen that move increasingly in her work since Folklore as she takes bigger and bigger out there swings musically. I would argue that Midnights is the culmination of this- Swift at her most brutally raw and honest with both herself and her audience, via songs like Antihero, Mastermind, and Your On Your Own Kid.

Tortured Poet's Department is interesting as an evolution, not because it has anything as raw and revelatory as Antihero, but because it is the most candid, unedited, uncurated version of Taylor Swift's art we've gotten so far. Their is no one left, really, who can try to exert control over her art in any meaningful way- and I think what that shows is fascinating. You can see so much disgust and anger: at her small town Tennessee Southern Baptist upbringing, at the hollowness and shallowness of life among the rich elite, at the media that constantly made growing up a nightmare and growing older a sin. I wouldn't say there's anything particularly barn-burning- no big declarations or powerful ballads ragging against her life. But her work feels rougher, unsanded- which for someone like Swift who is a master of curating what she wants people to see and hear from her work, of managing (and playing with) people's expectations while keeping her audience on side- is significant. Even the way she talks about her exs feels...nastier then she usually is willing to get. She's not bare knuckled swinging for anyone, but she's not toeing the line either the way she did- and that makes sense. She doesn't have too.

Even her self reflective songs- Whose Afraid of Little Old Me?, I Can Do It With a Broken Heart, Down Bad- feel like they are not shying away from showing off the parts of herself she normally would censor or hold back: Messy and human and irrational. All the things a female artist has to avoid being in order to be successful in the media landscape we've had for decades.

That we read that as 'cringe' I think says more about us then it does about Swift.

[gaogaigar-the-king]

I wish you would write a fic where...

Warframe meets Among Us

An interesting concept, hmm...

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They were just a small merchant vessel. Making their way across the Solar Rails, peddling wares from one settlement to the next among the stars, desperately trying to scrape by enough credits just to keep their ship in one piece and their supplies stocked comfortably.

Random minor systems going wrong was nothing new. Shit, it was even joked about amongst the crew. The ship was old and she had certainly seen better years in her lifetime. They made sure all maintenance of essential systems was kept on top of - Nobody wanted to lose life support in the middle of space, after all - but if the lights in one section of the ship went out? Well, who gave a damn, they all had torches anyway.

Such simple failures were the norm that at first nobody took notice of them.

"Lighting on Deck B2 is out again." A tired crewman told the Systems Engineer.

She heaved a sigh, turning in her seat on the bridge. "Send Seph to fix it, and tell him to do a proper damned job this time."

The crewman shook his head. "Seph never turned up for his duty shift and nobody can contact him."

That was a bigger cause for alarm. The ship was already understaffed, several of the crew had taken ill and needed to be left behind at their last stop, dumping them into the care of local, better equipped medical facilities while the remaining members loaded up with cargo.

She turned to the Captain, and the old man didn't even wait for her to ask. "Go get it sorted." He ordered.

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A figure in the guise of a crewman's uniform stalked towards the belly of the ship. It was looking, sniffing, seeking something, easing it's way unheard and unseen through the hidden ducts and shafts of the ship.

Eventually though, it had to drop out from those. In an empty hall, it reformed itself into the shape of a man, filling itself out into the suit it wore and letting the uncomfortable garb reseal itself, perfectly obscuring the true nature of what was lurking beneath.

It paused, re-orienting it's senses for a moment, repositioning itself, before walking towards the heart of what powered the vessel.

It's goal was guarded by a single lone, exhausted human. The click-clack of it's heavy boots across the metal alerted the human to it's presence.

"Seph, your duty shift started three hours ago." There was a frustrastion and exhaustion in the woman's voice when she spoke.

It didn't answer. The human was in it's way, it couldn't complete it's objective when she was here... But she was alone. It would be easy to make her disappear, just as it had made Seph disappear. Better yet, the human was making it easier as she got up and strolled towards it.

"Well, you can enjoy the dressing down you'll get from-" Her words as she passed it were cut off in a flash as she was impaled from behind by an impossibly sharp appendage, spearing her through the gut and killing her almost instantly. As fast as it had come out, the appendage receded inside of the suit, returning to it's disguise. It looked down at the human, wetting it's long, pointed tongue across it's sharp teeth.

Good.

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"Is Ami not back yet?" The Captain settled back into his seat, some fresh water in hand. The Systems Engineer's seat had been vacant for the last few hours, and it was starting to become concerning.

"Not yet." The Nagivations Officer looked up from his console, tugging on the collar of his suit. "Does it feel warm in here to you as well?"

The Captain simply tapped a finger against his glass of water, earning a grunt of annoyance. "I would ask Ami to take a look, but." He gestured to the empty seat. Though after a moment, he did get up and walk to the console, scratching his white-haired beard as he read through the messages appearing across it. Multiple more minor systems were having hiccups. "We're going to be stuck in the next dock for a while with repairs."

"Thankfully we're close." The Navigations Officer muttered.

"Do we have enough fuel to push it faster?"

"We'll make it there and a little way beyond."

The Captain turned to his First Officer. "Increasing engine speed." She declared, since it was clear what the man was about to ask. He nodded, returning to his seat.

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The sound of the engines thrumming up with more power made the creature feel something akin to happy. It's schedule was being expidited. Things were coming together as planned, though sooner than expected. But that wasn't a problem. Things were still in alignment and, if it needed, it could cause delays.

Playing with minor malfunctions was fun, but it could do much more than that. And it had a purpose here.

The beating heart of the ship, the reactors powering her through the vastness of space. It stood on the walkway between them, breathing in deeply.

Soon. Soon.

It jumped from the walkway, landing on the side of one and twisting inhumanly so that it could climb, claws and other appendages tearing through the suit to give it grip, reaching the point where all four converged. There, it nested, breathing out deeply and letting it feel itself spreading outwards across the many pipes and wires.

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Alarms blared. Cascading multiple systems failure hit the deck, the ship rocking as explosions sounded across her hull and fires raged, suppression systems unable to stop them. Their routes to life capsules had long since been cut off. The Communications Officer was hard at work, sending out SOS in the hopes someone, anyone would save them. The Navigations Officer had his plate full with just trying to keep the ship moving.

"What in the name of Sol is happening?" The First Officer exclaimed, trying her damndest to resolve the errors as they were appearing, struggling to keep on top of the workload.

The Captain scanned his eyes across everything that was malfunctioning, things he knew to have been repaired and in full working order. He took of his hat, wiping his brow that was thick with sweat using a cloth from his pocket.

"We've been sabotaged." He stated calmly, making peace with reality. A somber silence filled the deck.

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The creature fed from the reactors, corrupting and consuming the vessel. The fires and explosions would kill the humans if they didn't choke out of life support first, but it was above such things, unharmed. Immune. Ready to convert the ship for it's own uses. Small, unnoticed, it would be perfect.

It had come here with purpose. It smiled.

Mission Complete.

[sentimentalslut]

thinking about my moms idiot dog who has seven confirmed kills (4 raccoons, 2 squirrels, one coyote. also countless mice and several prairie dogs) who has treed three (3) bears, been charged by 2 elk and one 1200 pound steer. whats wrong with her.