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env0 · 6 months
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@ilovedirt thank you for the daily affirmations!⚔️
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uselessandgay · 3 months
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some chest day shots
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frownyalfred · 6 months
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the fact that the Batman subreddit is currently fighting like wet cats over whether Pattinson’s physique was “adequate” for The Batman and has devolved into an argument over Bale/Affleck being, and I quote, “too beefy” is killing me this fine Wednesday morning.
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mattmurdeaux · 2 years
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I am once again looking thirstfully at Matt Murdock and his slutty messy unbuttoned dress shirt + loose tie combo
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emeraldotter · 2 months
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deer doodles
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might be staring at his skin a bit too much 😬
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karamellisokeri · 2 months
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quelend-underground · 4 months
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oh you KNOW what's up <33
(uncropped version on BlueSky and FA !!)
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shih-coulda-had-it · 4 months
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thank you for the kofis, anon who wants more gym bro!AFO content
ft. a 300+ word ficlet about Yoichi suffering at AFO's gym. this is an AU, probably, like, a college & no Quirks verse. that way, there can be Shigaraki sibling interactions that aren't charged with "I watched you murder our way into survival" memories.
TW for some kind of internalized ableism? Yoichi calls himself an 'invalid' once.
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“Bend your knees, not your back,” Hisashi scolds for the umpteenth time. In front of him, facing the mirrored wall with an incredibly pained grimace on his face, Yoichi halfheartedly straightens his spine and does the bare minimum of a squat. Both of his hands are occupied with the barbell.
“You keep saying that,” Yoichi says, unusually snippy.
Then again, they’ve been at the gym for more than an hour now. For most of that time, Yoichi plodded steadily along on the treadmill while Hisashi went through cycling, rowing, and stair-climbing in quick succession. There is a pleasant warmth thrumming in his legs, one Hisashi thinks he can fan into a burn once he starts his reps.
Except he’s sworn to himself that before he can start lifting his own weights, he needs to kick Yoichi’s ass into gear. His little brother leads a sedate lifestyle in deference for his fragile body. But there’s such a thing as too sedate. Those skinny limbs need to bend before they snap.
“I don’t know why you can’t do this.” Hisashi circles Yoichi, casting a critical eye over his brother’s pale complexion. He made his brother dress down for the momentous occasion, and the muscle tank-track shorts combination is doing Yoichi no favors. He just doesn’t fill out the outfit like Hisashi does.
“Have you considered,” Yoichi grits out, “that you don’t know how to train an invalid?”
“Limbs are limbs. You have knees, you have the cartilage, you should be able to do at least one measly set of squats. Give me the bar.”
“I’m going to drop it.”
“Not on my feet—!” Hisashi catches the barbell as it falls from Yoichi’s white fingers, and he huffs in exasperation. “It’s not even fifty pounds, otouto.”
Yoichi straightens up with a groan, presses both of his hands to the small of his back and stretches. He doesn’t even watch Hisashi set the barbell aside; he squints instead up at the ceiling. “Are we done yet? Can I go? I promised Kudou and Bruce that I’d meet them for dinner.”
“Knowing them, they’d just feed you instant noodles,” Hisashi says. “Anyways. No. If you won’t do cardio, and you can’t do weights, then it’s isometric exercises for you.”
“Iso-what?”
He drags Yoichi by the wrist to a wall, and joins him so they’re only meeting each other’s eyes through the mirror panels. “Keep your spine straight,” he advises, and Hisashi slides down into a squat, his knees crooked at a perfect ninety degrees. Cheerfully, Hisashi adds, “If you can hold this for a minute, then you can leave. I won’t even make you stay for the rest of my routine.”
“How aren’t you tired,” Yoichi gripes, and slowly, incrementally, inches down the wall.
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superiorsturgeon · 10 months
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Weird Flex, But Okay
Yang: *struggling and full-body flexing to open a jar of pickles*
Yang: 😫
Yang: *notices her reflection in the kitchen window and squeezes a few times*
Yang: 😲
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Yang: Hey Blake! I learned something cool earlier! Check this out!
Blake: *sipping her tea* What are you…?
Yang: *flexes her pectorals, causing her breasts to pop up and bounce* 😁
Blake:
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bigcatbulges · 9 months
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Source - CanyneKhai
(Artist's Patreon Fanbox Gumroad FurAffinity Plurk Pixiv Bluesky YouTube and SFW Twitter)
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q-uzi · 5 months
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he got more friends
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I feel attacked by those tits
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So many monkey pecs and yet too little of them in my honest opinion, your honor-
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xxmoonch1ldxx · 8 months
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The boyfriends are bickering
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semisolidmind · 3 months
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Is it okay to come to you from time to time with questions about Monster Booba? I like to think of you as a Monster Male Booba Conisseur at this point
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i mean...I'll help however I can...
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