#PR-165

[ihrtbaeyah]

165 lb conventional DL x 2! (Current PR)

My Bodyweight is sitting at 138.5

The goal is to b able to lift 200 by June or August.

Cranon: “ it’s just the bar. “ fucking right it is!! 🫡

[transgymbro]

I HIT A BUNCH OF PRS JUST IN TIME FOR TOP SURGERY WHICH IS TOMORROW!!!

Unfortunately top surgery means I will be out of the gym for at least a month and a half, and then I will have to work my way back up, which was all the more reason to hit these numbers Deadlift: 225 lbs

Squat: 165 lbs

Leg Press: 280 lbs

[idontplaytrack]

Goodbye to Spring

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, child loss + miscarriage mentions, blood & bodily fluids mentions, Janis’ Dad makes an appearance

Part 3 of 3. Read part 1 & part 2.

“

I should not have to be doing all of the work. The bigger person shouldn’t have to be the kid.

”

— Elena Alvarez, One Day at a Time. Season 3 E13

(Pictures used above are from Pinterest)

Winter has gone, and so did spring. Day after day, week after week and month after month. The loss of Malia and your first baby boy, Nālani continually weighted down your hearts. But life still went on without a pause. Some nights, memories haunted you and Janis. Other nights, you were on cloud nine, feeling like nothing could stop either of you. Today was June 21st: the first day of summer, also the day you lost Nālani a year ago. It’s been 165 days since Malia has been gone. From the moment your eyes peeled open, you’ve had a heavy feeling in your heart.

“Hi, darling.” Janis walks in. You blinked at her, blankly, trying not to burst into tears. Janis seemed to just know it. “I’m so sorry.” You sniffled looking away from her as you frantically tried to swipe the tears away with your fingers. “I can’t help it, I’m sorry.”

You were woken up by the familiar nightmare of events from the day you lost him. You weren’t even thinking about anything related to that recently but it crept up on you anyway. “It’s alright.” She held you in her arms, “It’s alright, baby.” “I didn’t want to cry today. I just- I got a dream about that day and it just—”

Janis shushed you, rubbing your back. You let go of the teddy bear, struggling to get out of her embrace to go wash your face. “No, no. Hang on, baby. Hang on.” She held you back, “You don’t have to hurry yourself. Cry if you need to cry.” The miscarriage was the single most painful thing that’s happened to you until you went through Janis’ whole situation with Malia and the recovery— which had been traumatic for you and her both. The physical pain and shedding of leftover fluids and tissue took weeks to settle down. And all she had left was a big scar on her abdomen and memories that have scarred her for life.

The teddy bear nearly falls, but Janis catches it and put it back onto the bed safely. You had one, Janis had one too. They slept in bed together with the two of you, for comfort. The silence was then suddenly broken by a string of doorbell rings and the intercom buzzing, “Open up, you two. We’re here for you.”

“Shit.” You pulled away, “I need to go wash my face.”

“Okay, be careful.” Janis slowly broke away, “I’ll go let them in.”

As you slowly kicked off the blanket, you crawled out off bed and walked into the bathroom. As you did your morning routine, you hear Janis greeting Regina, Gretchen, Cady, Karen, Aaron and Damian— in that order. “I made breakfast. Help yourselves.”

“And I brought drinks.” Regina quipped.

“For breakfast? Regina George, my, my.” Damian’s voice was heard.

“We need a treat, okay?” Regina answered while you dried your face.

“Is she awake yet?” You heard Gretchen asking.

While you changed into a different set of pyjamas— because you all were staying in, you heard the bunch of them chatting. Then, you walked outside to join them. They all greeted you with hugs, like always. As you dug into your breakfast, Janis’ hand rested on your knee as she ate as well. The conversation was kept lighthearted, for obvious reasons but very appreciated that this came naturally to them.

“y/n~” Regina called for you in a singsongy voice to make you laugh and you did, “You want a mimosa, baby?”

“Sure.” You shrugged.

“You know— a butterfly kept flying after me after I parked down the block and we were walking here. Like- why just me?” Damian mentioned. The group laughs, “Dude, I think Malia just wanted to have a little fun with one of her uncles.” Aaron snorted, taking a swig of coffee.

“Ew, why are you drinking coffee when we have alcohol?”

“Some people prefer a non-alcoholic beverage at nine in the morning, Regina.” He retorted, tossing a tater tot in her direction.

“What the hell is that for?” Regina tutted, catching the bite-sized food and popping it into her mouth. “But yes, Aaron, I agree. Malia just wanted to have some fun with you, Damian. Be glad it was you.”

“I told her to do that.” Janis chimed in gleefully.

Damian gasps dramatically, “How dare you freak me out? They said I scream like a girl, you silly goose.”

“Talk to her. Not me.” Janis playfully raised the teddy bear in his face.

“I was, my friend. I see the bear.” Damian had a hand clutching his chest.

“Aw, cute.” Regina chuckles, “She still flies by, then?”

“So often.” You nodded, putting down your fork.

The buzzing of the intercom interrupts the lively conversation, confusing all of you. Until…

“Janis, honey we gotta talk.”

“Fuck’s sake.” Janis curses.

“Just ignore them. They’ll leave.” Regina nudged.

“They will not leave.” Janis scoffs, getting up. Next thing you heard was Janis going off on them in Hawaiian, which you barely understood. “Too little, way too late. I’m not forgiving Mom. No, you can’t just show up and expect us to welcome you with open arms—”

Janis’ Dad barged in, alone. “Your Mother hurt you and y/n, and I am very sorry for what she’s caused but please know I’m sorry. I couldn’t change her mind, Janis. You need to know that, but you don’t have to forgive me.”

“Your mother and I got a divorce.” He continued, “I’ve had enough of pretending with her that I’m not happy that you two have each other. I’ve failed to let you see that by staying on with your Mother and that was the biggest mistake because you and y/n had to go through so much alone.”

“We weren’t alone.” Janis spoke up, inevitably sniffling, “We had our friends, but it fucking hurt to see my own parents hate the sweetest person I’ve ever met. The most important, most perfect person I have in my life. That woman is so fucking tough. She almost lost her own life a year ago today but she fought. She also saved me when she could’ve done something selfish and saved Malia. She chose me. You chose my mother who made my life hell. I don’t get it…of all days, why did you show up today? When we’re grieving. When we’re trying to celebrate the memories we did have with our son. Your timing is so impeccable I could hate you for that too. How dare you and Mom make y/n cry harder than she already had that night. How dare you fill her mind with that guilt? How dare you? You didn’t help me, you didn’t help her when we were expecting. You hated our children. That alone enough for me to cut you off. Coming here and ask for forgiveness after it’s too late?”

You didn’t know what to do. You weren’t feeling like yourself today and the gang was just there waiting for an appropriate time to even try and interrupt. But Janis- there was no stopping her. She needed to get it out. “I am done being nice and pushing away my own feelings and feeling all of yours. You hurt me- over and over and over. We’ve been together for eight years. You have had ample time to fix things, but you didn’t. I don’t want this burden anymore. I should not have to be doing all of the work. The bigger person shouldn’t have to be the kid. Please, go.”

That gave Janis the closure she needed. A weight lifts off her shoulders, but she was still hurting over a lot of things that have made her who she is. But the side of her that’s been deeply hurt? You and the gang were the only ones who’ve seen it until today.

————

“Okay, good for you, baby. Now cry it out and drink up.” Regina pours her a glass, “Go on. Trust me. You need this. You deserve it.”

You excused yourself and sat outside, in the backyard. Damian followed you out. “Honey, what’s the matter?”

“They hated our children.” You told him, “Maybe, maybe that’s why we lost them. We didn’t have the blessings.”

“Oh, honey. Please don’t go thinking about all of that, please. That’s not—”

“They hated me, so it makes sense that they would’ve sent negative thoughts my way.”

“Honey, please don’t go down that path right now. We love you, we’re all here for you. They can go fuck themselves.” He hugs you, you sobbed. “Thanks, I just needed to get that shit out of my head.” You sighed.

“Don’t worry about it.” He assured, “Oh, look! It’s your baby girl again. Back to make me scream like a girl.”

You chuckle, watching the butterfly. “I’m okay, baby. I’m okay. You know I am- just need to cry some days and I’m good. Don’t scare your uncle Damian again okay?”

“I’ll get back inside. I’m gonna let you have a moment.” Damian patted your shoulder and went back into the house.

“Thank you for always sticking around, baby.” You talked to the air— well, the butterfly. It’s always been the same one, or the same kind at least. “But you gotta remember to do what you wanna do, too. Just make sure your brother knows that and is okay- he doesn’t give us a whole lot of signs like you do, Malia.”

It lands on your knee, fluttering it wings as if to say hi. “Go have fun with your brother.” You said, “I’m gonna go spend some time with your Mom and our friends. If you wanna stick around, stick around. But, go play, too. Okay?” With that being said, you walked back inside, watching the butterfly over your shoulder. It stays on the orange tree for a minute or two before it flew away.

“You okay?” Janis asks.

“Better, yeah.” You answered honestly, “Are you okay?”

“I finally did what I should’ve done years ago. So yes, very okay. Very proud of myself for cutting him off.”

You snaked an arm around her waist, she leans her head on your shoulder. “I’m so proud of you.” You told her softly.

“It’s always gonna be you and me against the world. We have our own family right here. I know we’ll be perfect.”

“Amen, sister.” Damian raised his glass, “Cheers, y’all.”

“Cheers.” The gang chorused, glasses and mugs clinking.

They hung around all day. Playing board games after breakfast then all going out for lunch in the afternoon. And dinner, a picnic under the stars. It was the perfect close to the day.

“The sky’s gorgeous tonight.” Janis remarked.

You agreed with a nod, “It really is.”

“You guys are family. You heard me, right?” Janis continues, “Every single one of you. Every single one of you have been with me through the all the highs and lows. That’s more than my own parents have done for me. I really, really cherish all of you. And I am so grateful for you all sticking by me and y/n.”

“You can never get rid of us.” Damian says. The rest of them agree.

“Never.” Damian leans closer repeat himself. The butterfly appears out of know where and got all up in his face and he squealed, falling out of his seat.

“That’s our girl.” Janis guffaws, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Oh, a thousand percent.” Regina says, “Alright, a toast to the most badass people in our family, and our darling niece and nephew, everyone. Cheers- we love you.”

“Oh, my God.” You mumble, sharing a look with Janis because of those three words.

The gang declared, taking a sip, “We love you.”

(Okay the ending wasn’t as strong as I hoped it would be, and I kinda hate it- but I did it. It’s the end to this little story)

[babydollcaskets]

I was t-d at 1600+ Prev damagedcaskets

This blog will contain triggering things. If you're in recovery, block me for your own peace of mind. I'm trying to look for a community of people who understand. I am not pr✪! I fully support recovery, I'm just not there yet

5'3 ★ lgbt ★ old hag (31) ★ 18+ please

HW ➤ 173 → bmi 30.6

SW ➤ 173 (july 2023) → bmi 30.6

CW ➤ 114 (oct 2024) → bmi 20.2

GW1 → 165 GW2 → 155 GW3 → 145 GW4 → 135 GW5 → 125 GW6 → 115 GW7 → 105 GW8 →95 UGW → 90 15.9

I love horror, goth music and cats. I also have MDD, OCD, trichotillomania, agoraphobia, panic disorder and chronic illness.

Unless it's tagged as a b✪dycheck, all the pics I post I found online.

[fitveganlifts]

Squatober results! Everything higher than 165 is a new PR. 0 reps means I failed that attempt lol.

Done at a weight of about 102lbs. This puts me in the advanced range for women of my age/weight 😁

[trialsinthelateromanrepublic]

trial of Marcus Livius Drusus Claudianus

date: 54 BCE (defendant charged before July 1, rejection of jurors July 3, trial had not yet occurred on July 27) defendant: M. Livius Drusus Claudianus pr. or iudex 50 advocate: M. Tullius Cicero cos. 63 (Crawford, Orations 62) prosecutors: C. Licinius Macer Calvus (ORF 165.V) Lucretius = ? Q. Lucretius sen.

Cic. Att. 4.16.5; 4.15.9; 4.17.5; Q. fr. 2.16.3; Tac. Dial. 21.2

[cam-strong]

New PR!!

5x5 Squat today at 165# 💪🏻

[haunted-headset]

YN meeting wilbur in a cafe and she starts talking abt lovejoy and how she just started listening to them. And she’s like, yeah they’re a really cool band u should check them out.

And wilbur just knows hes already in love as he explains its his band and YN’s eyes just immediately light up. 🤭

☕ A Cup of Coffee ☕

Summary: Y/N meets Wilbur in a cafe & she starts talking about Lovejoy & how she just started listening to them. Wilbur just knows he's already in love as he explains it's his band & Y/N’s eyes light up.

A/N: eeeee what a cute idea made by @joviepog!!! Also I'm sorry that this one is such a short poem, I'm very tired :)

pairing: CC!Wilbur x afab!reader

pronouns used for reader: She/her/hers

tags: @vibestillaxxx @joviepog @ax-y10 @themonsterunderurmom @wilburstan @smolsleepykitten @funnyreally2009 @crows-death @dykepunz @aresriiots @0miamor0 @cathers-world @defonotval @chipch0p @mazzistar16 @unmellowyellowfellow @justalittlebitofchaos @thosecolorfulsheets @vopix @taylors-version-from-the-vault @aine-lasagna @merianakross @veeislost @urfav-sapphic-siren @shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation @mcr-pr-fob @shd454

word count: 165

In a cozy coffee shop, I sat sipping tea, When in walked Wilbur, a sight to see. He had a certain charm, a twinkle in his eye, And a smile that could light up the sky.

We struck up a conversation, and I confessed, My love for a band that I couldn't forget. He listened intently, his heart afire, As I raved about their melodic desire.

But then he dropped a bombshell, oh so grand, "I'm in that band, I'm the lead man." My jaw dropped, my heart skipped a beat, For I had never expected this sweet treat.

He fell in love with me, oh so fast, Because of my genuine reaction at last. He saw the passion in my eyes, And knew that I was the one who'd make him rise.

So we sat there, in that cozy space, Talking music, love, and endless grace. And as we parted ways, he took my hand, And whispered, "I hope you come see my band."

[thccampers]

Kerem Bürsin, bisexual, cis-gender + he/him/his → isn’t that Altan? they’re the father of the Kartals. i hear they’re 45 years old and they’ve been coming to camp for 20 years. they seem to be relaxed & flirtatious, but also disingenuous & impulsive. they’re into restraints, flip-flopping, rough sex, but not into scat, vomit, infantilism.

he is a verse-top (switch, dom lean) and enjoys, but isn't limited to:

restraints, flip-flopping, rough sex, multiple partners, roughness, facials, bareback, outdoor scenarios, public scenarios, dirty talk, manhandling, degradation play, spanking, slapping, spitting, mild feminization play (giving), and much more...

but he's down for anything except scat, vomit, and infantilism.

biography and other stats:

- age: Forty five - height: 5'10" - weight: 165 lbs - occupation: Run's a well-known/reputable PR firm - tattoos: none at the moment - piercings: none at the moment - erogenous zones: His chest and his arms - safeword: Cucumber - favorites: Spending time with his boys, lavish parties, spending a day on the water, designer clothing, bourbon, his job - dislikes: Stubborn people, paparazzi, people that ask too many questions, soda

Altan worked hard for his station in life. He is wealthy and, by all means, powerful and everything he has he had to work for and earn for himself. He, basically, built an empire for himself by marrying the enjoyment he got from telling people what to do, and having them listen, with his ability to read people and understand what they wanted without really having to ask. It wasn't always easy, of course. He started out working as a corporate assistant for some big business, getting coffees and scheduling meetings, but he was able to build a network within that companies clients of people that trusted him-- of people that recognized he was the one pulling the strings, and getting things done-- so that when he finally did make the jump to start out own his own he had a few people in his corner to catch him.

It started small but now? Altan has more celebrity clients than he can keep up with on his own. He personally vets every single person he employs, he takes his firm seriously and wants to make sure that even the clients he isn't handling personally are still getting the best he has to offer, but even as focused and driven as he is with his work he still manages to make time for his family.

He loves his husband, and their boys; he would do anything for them-- well, to a degree. Altan has the tendency to be a bit strict with his sons. Though he has the finances to easily give each and every single one of them a cushioned, comfortable life in the lap of luxury without even putting a dent into his wealth, he is very tight with his money with them. He doesn't want his boys to grow up spoiled, or with the mentality that things are simply theirs for the taking-- he wants them to work for what they have and what they want; he wants them to earn it.

He knows that because of how he's raised them, and how stern he can be, that he isn't their favorite but he does love his sons-- and he hopes that this year, with their time at camp, he can change their opinion of him and prove he isn't some cold, emotionless robot; he's hoping to prove to them that he really does love them and that he has always been in their corner.

[zdf]

new pr is 165, my goal is to get to 225 and i can die happy

[ihrtbaeyah]

what app are you using in the second photo on this post? https://www.tumblr.com/ihrtbaeyah/742350801354260480/165-lb-conventional-dl-x-2-current-pr-my

Hey, it’s trainerize. You’ll need a coach tho! :(

[b3comingme]

Update for 10/17/23

Bunch of new PRs today followed by a mile on the treadmill…

Records -

Dumbbell fly, dumbbell lat raise, dumbbell shoulder press, dumbbell wrist curl, dumbbell Tricep extensions 15lb —> 17.5lb

Row machine 60lb —> 70lb

Lat pull-down from 1 set 70lb/2 set 60lb —> all 3 set 70lb

Weight is way high. Been struggling with binging and getting back on track after massive stress lately… my prior average was 145. I’m currently sitting at 165 and have gone up nearly 2 pant sizes, mostly fat gain. Honestly very disappointed in myself and will be putting in a lot of effort to get back down to where I was. Going to try and do more regular updates on gym/weight progress and possibly updates on my intake as well just because sometimes posting it helps keep me on track 🤷🏻‍♀️

[jemmalynette]

I posted 2,143 times in 2022

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I tagged 1,515 of my posts in 2022

Only 29% of my posts had no tags

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Longest Tag: 109 characters

#wish i was better at overlays but it took half the day just to cap these scenes and even that didn't go right

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Happy Birthday, @littletonpace aka Kat!! 

I heard this song and it instantly made me think of Casey and Pope. Hope you like it! For entertainment only. 

The Original Character of Casey Taylor belongs to littletonpace and is played by Liv Tyler. John Pope belongs to TNT's Falling Skies. Music is by Ingrid Michaelson. Colouring is Deserted by Lauren Michelle.

Tags:  @littletonpace​​​ @lokitrasho​​​ @ocappreciationtag​​​ @allaboutocs​​​ @ochub​​​ @ocs-supporting-ocs​​​​ @alchemypanda​​​ @jewelswrites-ish​​​ @ocfairygodmother

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#4

OC Creator Bingo - Siobhan Dockery for @marvel-3407

Tags:  @ocappreciationtag @allaboutocs @ochub @ocs-supporting-ocs

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#3

OC Creator Bingo -  Anatasia Belova for @come-along-pond

Tags:  @ocappreciationtag @allaboutocs @ochub @ocs-supporting-ocs

19 notes - Posted March 9, 2022

#2

OC Creator Bingo - Odette Sandovel for @starsandstormyseas

Tags:  @ocappreciationtag @allaboutocs @ochub @ocs-supporting-ocs

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[yoursoullab]

Transiting period of Draconic Planets

The outer planets is where it become interesting 😁

Key

T = Tropical Astrology

D = Draconic Astrology

SR = Solar Return

LR = Lunar Return

PR = Planetary Return

Sun

T - 1 month

   SR = 12 months

D - 29 days (exactly)

   SR = 11 months

Moon

T - 2 to 3 days

   LR = once a month

D - 2 to 3 days

   LR = once a month

Mercury

T - 3 to 4 weeks

   PR = once a year

D - 13 to 16 days

   PR = once a year

Venus

T - 4 to 5 weeks

   PR = once a year

D - 22 to 26 days

   PR = 10 months

Mars

T - 6 to 7 weeks

   PR = 1.5/2 years

D - 5.5 to 7 weeks

   PR = 16 months

Jupiter

T - 12 to 13 months

   PR = 12 years

D - 3 to 4 months

   PR = 6 years 11 months

Uranus

T - 7 years

   PR = 84 years

D - 14 to 18 months

   PR = 15 years 4 months

Neptune

T - 10 to 14 years

   PR = 160 to 165 years

D - 15 to 19 months

   PR = 16 years 9.5 months

Pluto

T - 12 to 15 years

   PR = 248 years

D - 15 to 19 months

   PR = 16 years 10.5 months

All the information above was found based off my own research and math for Draconic astrology lol. I'm in the process of cross checking ephemerides.

[the-conquest-of-shred]

didn't test for max for a whole bunch of reasons but still set three PRs

165 kg for squat

150 for deads

75 for bench

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