#TRADITIONAL lifting. no some people gym around

[bycourageandfaith]

I think some people forget that not everyone in the gym is training for aesthetics.

So many gym insta people mocking unusual exercises that probably have a very specific purpose for that persons goals. Or people getting annoyed when someone is using equipment in a different (but still safe) way.

Instead of being an ass why not just play ‘i wonder what sport they play’. It’s more fun and it takes the smacked arse look off your face.

[fredwkong]

Genie: Marcus’s Wishes

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Marcus wasn’t your average jockboy. In school, he had been the class queer, marked for bullying because of his femme interests and gay voice. Worse, because he was one of the only Black kids. At university, he’d caught the iron bug and gotten huge, but kept the femininity, too. Nowadays, even with his powerful bod and handsome face, he still got dirty looks for his paisley shirts, peppy attitude, and swishy walk.

It was somewhere around 3 AM, and Marcus was feeling well and truly used. He hadn’t been topped like Mr. Peters had topped him in… he didn’t know how long. The Daddy dom’s husband, Lars, had told Marcus that the couple never double dipped on a guy, which sucked, but Marcus had more than enough wank material from this night alone to get him through.

Lars, still naked, followed the half-dressed Marcus to the living room. Mr. Peters was lounging on the balcony upstairs, smoking. Lars was giving Marcus the instructions for getting to the main street in his thick German accent. The other boys had left a few hours ago to catch the last busses home.

Something caught Marcus’s eye in the dimly lit room. A glint of light off of brass, an old, traditional lamp sitting next to Mr. Peters’ humidor. “What’s that?” Marcus asked.

Lars looked at the lamp like he’d never seen it before. “Some object of Daddy’s,” he grunted. “You like it?”

“It’s beautiful.” Marcus was living in his own place for the first time, and he was starting to decorate. He drifted over and lifted up the lamp. He could base a whole room off of its aesthetics.

“Take it.” Lars waved away Marcus’s half-made protestation. “If Daddy thought it was important he would tell me,” said the German model. “It clashes with our decor.” He moved closer, and growled in Marcus’s ear, “You deserve a present for being such a good slut.”

An hour later, Marcus crashed into bed, not bothering to undress or unpack his bag, leaving the lamp in his gym duffel.

The next morning, he woke up late and made a protein shake for breakfast. As he chugged it, he pulled the lamp out of his bag. Held it up against different spaces in his apartment. It would clash with the Britney poster in the bedroom. Ditto for the Barbie display in his office. He settled on the entryway. He could get a pedestal for it and make an Arabian nook or something.

There was some kind of stain on the side of the lamp. Grabbing a hanky, Marcus started to rub it, but was interrupted as the lamp slid from his grasp and released a cloud of rainbow smoke. When it cleared, a burly Arabian man in a thong and a slutty stringer tank stood in Marcus’s apartment.

“Hey cutie,” said the genie. “Make me some wishes and I’ll get you hot.”

Marcus’s eyes caught on the genie’s ample bulge, and then he processed what he was being offered. In the second before he made his first wish, all he could think was masculinity. There was a corner near his apartment where Hispanic men gathered to shoot the shit in their jeans and tank tops. Their manliness was effortless, totally unstudied, what Marcus had dreamed of being in his childhood.

“I wish I was more manly, like a Latino guy.”

“Got it,” said the genie, with a snap of his fingers. “One Latino meatlover, coming right up.”

Marcus found himself surrounded by a cloud of orange smoke. It smelled like sweat and spices, and Marcus found himself inhaling it deeply. The scent blazed a trail through his mind, and Marcus started to think in Spanish rather than English. His university education vanished, replaced by the foundation of his own landscaping company at 18, and all the hard, manual labour involved in maintaining and building yards for rich, lazy white people.

At the same time, the smoke pumped up Marcus’s big Black muscles further, and lightened them to a sun-kissed tan. His hair straightened and retracted partway into his scalp, leaving him with a simple, masculine haircut. His dick and balls expanded, and the extra testosterone threw his already ripe armpits into overdrive, filling the room with the smell of his sweat. Finally, the last of the smoke thickened into threadbare white briefs, tight jeans, and a tighter tank top, an outfit fit for the masc Latino guy Marcus was becoming.

The genie snapped his fingers once again, and Marcus’s apartment became Marco’s house, a one storey bachelor pad full of thrifted furniture, hand-me-downs, and Marco’s curated selection of Tom of Finland prints hung on the walls.

Marco looked around with satisfaction, his big, callused hands on his hips. “Buen, cabron,” he told the genie in his deep, firm voice. “I need to go work now.”

“See you tomorrow, hermoso,” said the genie, vanishing back into the lamp that sat on Marco’s living room dildo shelf.

During the day, Marco drove his pickup truck to the office, maintained the lawns for some clients, and handled everything it took to run his own business. He hadn’t done great at school—too busy working so his mami could rest—but once he’d founded the business he’d discovered a knack for accounting, so he sat in his air conditioned office to do paperwork while his college boy employees worked through the heat of the afternoon.

Well, he finished the work in an hour and spent another two sniffing his spicy pits while he tugged his thick cock.

After work, Marco drove home, checked his immaculate front and back yards for anything that needed maintenance, and fired up the barbecue. He didn’t realise he had cooked for four until he sat down at the table with a mountain of meat and no one to feed.

The next morning, Marco summoned the genie bright and early with his second wish. “I wish I had some amigos to share the evenings with.”

“Aww, you could have just asked,” the genie cooed, and blew Marco a kiss as he vanished, sending a heart-shaped orange smoke ring to hit Marco in the face with the scent of musk and spice. When nothing seemed to change, Marco shrugged and loaded up his truck for work.

At the first client’s house, Marco dealt with the usual white housewife cooing over his big muscles and blue-collar masculinity with a roll of his eyes. But then the woman’s son, a lean twunk home for the summer, stumbled down the stairs for coffee. He glanced at Marco, who was setting up the lawnmower, and saw a flash of orange light as his nostrils filled with the scent of the Latino’s musk, and his mouth with the flavour of unwashed Latin cock.

As Marco packed his truck back up, the twunk stepped shyly up next to him. At first, he asked the usual questions about Marco’s gym routine, but then Marco raised his arms, showing his hairy pits and releasing a cloud of fresh, sweaty musk, and the white boy seemed to swallow his tongue. He handed Marco a paper with his number on it and fled.

It was the same with every client that day. At some point while he worked at each house, a cute young white boy would walk up and hand Marco his number. Some were little femme twinks, others buff jocks, and a couple were cute hairy cubs. All were shy, pretty, and lived in the rich neighbourhoods Marco worked in. While he was in the office that afternoon, Marco was so busy talking to all his new boys that he fell behind on the accounting.

That evening, Marco’s house was full of the voices of hot young guys. They filled the dining table, the couches, and the patio Marco had built with his own hands. Marco barbecued to his heart’s content and wandered among the boys with his own plate. As he greeted each new boy, Marco instinctively pulled them in for a firm kiss and grope, then said “Hola, mi chiquita.”

As the night went on, the boys got rowdier and hornier. The rich, potent smell of Marco’s musk and the genie’s magic filled the rapidly heating space, and Marco found himself on his bed in a happy pile of rich white boys desperate to sniff and lick him all over. Just at the stroke of midnight, the genie heard Marco, facefucking a little twink while some jocks and cubs worshipped him, mutter, “I wish I could see myself fuck this little gringo.”

A blast of magic suffused every corner of the house with musky orange smoke. When it cleared, Marco’s bed was surrounded by film cameras, taking different angles as he shoved his thick Latin dick into the white twink’s throat. In the spare room, two of the nerdier boys sat naked at monitors and called shots for the stream. Each room had a camera setup, including a hidden corner on the patio and a secluded bower in the garden.

Once he was done with the twink and a sweaty musk worship session with a couple of jock boys, Marco got dressed for bed in a pair of stained white briefs and turned to camera one. “That’s all for tonight, gringos,” he told his viewers in an playfully thick Spanish accent. “Come back tomorrow once I’m done working hard on your lawns.” He fondled his pouch, and the stream cut.

As Marco stood by the door, kissing his boys goodbye, one young lad caught sight of a weird lamp sitting next to Papi Marco’s dildo collection.

Idea with inspiration from a chatbot of my own creation.

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[octuscle]

The Transformation of Alexander to Sasha

An exchange semester in Moscow was really not a good idea. Everyone told him that. But Alexander was researching Russian constructivism in art history. And he had to go to Moscow to do it. Just one semester. What could happen there? So Alexander, an art student from California, embarked on an uncertain journey. Into an unknown world that was characterized by a new, dark atmosphere. His days were mostly filled with discussions about politics, literature and human rights, far removed from a world of masculinity, muscles and testosterone.

During his stay at Moscow State University, Alexander met Yuri, a burly Russian with a penchant for nationalism and bodybuilding. Yuri's invitation to the gym was met with skepticism by Alexander, but he accepted because he thought it would be a good opportunity to get to know Russian culture outside of the classroom.

When they entered the gym, Alexander felt like a fish out of water. The air was drenched with sweat and the clanging of weights echoed off the walls. Most of the people training there were muscular, tattooed men with serious faces. And most of the people there were not only fitness enthusiasts, but also avid right-wing hooligans. Alexander took a deep breath. There was something else. There was not only the smell of sweat in the air, but also of testosterone, pure aggression and something else. Of pure, hard and honest sex!

"Come on, Alexander, let's pump some iron!" Yuri grinned and patted him on the back. Shit, Alexander was building a tent in his training pants.

Despite his initial discomfort, Alexander enjoyed the training sessions. The adrenaline rush, the feeling of camaraderie, it was all new and exciting. But it wasn't just the physical aspect that attracted him, it was the ideology. The ideology of the superiority of the Russian man. In between training sets, Alexander listened to the conversations around him and soaked up the toxic masculinity, the nationalist rhetoric and the anti-liberal sentiment. It resonated with him in a way he hadn't expected. The more time he spent with Yuri and his friends, the more he agreed with their views.

It started with small changes - a shaved head, a scrotum piercing here, a tattoo there. But soon Alexander was completely immersed in the world of the Patriots. He began to espouse their beliefs, railing against immigrants and extolling the glories of Mother Russia. The further the semester progressed, the more obvious Alexander's change became. His once slender stature grew in muscle mass, and his liberal beliefs began to fade, replaced by a newfound nationalism. He immersed himself in Russian culture, learning the language and embracing the traditions.

By the end of the semester, Alexander was unrecognizable. He had taken the name Sasha and become a Russian citizen. Instead of returning to California, he stayed in Moscow, dealing steroids on the darknet and working as a bouncer in a nightclub frequented by the same right-wing hooligans he had once felt uncomfortable around. Now he fucked them in the back room. And they fucked him.

Sasha didn't give a shit about liberal thoughts and art. Lifting iron, fucking the comrades and honor for Mother Russia. That's all he needed. That's all he wanted.

[unspeakable-imagination]

Cigar smoke and Sleepless nights | part two

Logan Howlett/Wolverine x reader

Reposts and likes are appreciated

Cw: Cigars and smoke, drinking, reader has ptsd. Logan has ptsd, canon-typical violence, references to abuse

Part one three four

it had been another two nights since the mysterious biker had arrived, and since then, the atmosphere of the whole school shifted. In the middle of the night, people of all sorts would wake up and crowd around the door to listen to the screaming man who'd allegedly been having nightmares.

Every whisper you'd hear from people headed back to their rooms were that the man, the animal's name was Logan, only a few called him 'The Wolverine.' Was this the logan that Hank had told you about? You'd spent more time exploring the mansion, especially on these night, since you knew you'd not be interrupting anybodies sleep since Logan has woken them all up.

Usually when this happened, it was between midnight and three, most if that time you were in the kitchen, making one of your meals, or in the library, looking at the notes that the teachers hadeft you so you could carefully educate yourself.

Sleeping during the day was surely a hassle, because you weren't getting the socialization you needed. Not even with the adults that were your age. It was tiring learning the same material about history that you had missed growing up. It was upsetting that the most you ever saw was Hank, a crowd of students that oggled at the man with the nightmares, or the man himself, who'd either run off on the motorcycle that you heard in passing was Scott's, or he'd eventually tey to go back to sleep.

Bumping into the students made you uneasy. They'd not really spoken, or knew who you were. After they had watched Logan wake up, they'd always have an air- a smell of anxiety around them.

Deciding, since another nightmare had happened in the recent hour, it was a good time to go outside and have a cigarette. After heading to your room, Breitling hearing footsteps, and finding a back door that took you to the outside brink interior, you flinched. About seven feet from the door stood that man.

Logan. He had a lethar jacket on and a thick, traditional smelling cigar hanging out of his mouth. He turned his head when he hear the door and quirked a brow at you. It's like he was inspecting you, and suddenly you understood why the children felt so troubled after viewing his wakings. He smelled like metal, and alot of it. It was more punget than the smoke that billowed from his lips and the liquor that wafted from his jacket.

Silently, she moved to the opposite side of the door, leaning against the wall in her own. Fishing for your cigarettes and lighter, you turned away and hunched around, as if you were protecting the flame and embers from the brisk cold air. After taking a deep drag, officially keeping the cigarettes lit, you were able to turn back around. Protection from the cold was no longer required for your little cancer stick.

You carefully eyed the man, constantly looking without turning your head. He didn't try to talk to you, and you didn't even think he was looking at you. He only leaned against the wall, smoking.

You were half way through your cig when you listened to the man goan quietly. It brought your attention to him. He had the previously lit end of the cigar pressed against his palm, the last few dying wefts of smoke spreading into nothing. He threw his head back, mildly wincing before he lifted the dead heat and looked at his palm. Not a single mark was therex you noticed. He turned, stepping towards the door, briefly glancing at you before stepping in.

Humming in some form of a lesser shock emotion, you just blinked, before turning and finishing your own cigarette.

It didn't take much longer your drags becoming more frequent as the temperature dropped, and when you finished, you headed inside, down to the basement where the gym was. You still had a few hours to work out before the sun came up.

[stripedstarsblueflags]

i feel so high school (au) pt 2. charlos

anyway here are some high school aus for my fav f1 rpf ships and an exploration of who knows how to ball, and who knows aristotle

(based on american high school setups cause of the song)

theatre kid!charles/stage crew!carlos: probably goes without saying but carlos knows how to ball, charles knows aristotle (though maybe not in the traditional sense). so here we’ll have carlos as the stereotypical jock, plays like four sports and is the team captain in all of them, lowkey giving frat boy energy and is honestly the only reason the school has won a game in the last four years. he’s probably known for being the only guy who’s both like a jacked up gym-is-life bro and also an utter gentleman, he’s always the one holding open doors and giving up his seat. and he’s usually pretty quiet/disengaged but if anyone disrespects a female teacher you know for a fact he’s death staring them into a puddle until it stops. the only fight he’s ever gotten into was with a guy who was harassing a girl at a dance and wouldn’t let her go when she tried to pull away.

charles is like the school heartbreaker, because he can never seem to make a relationship work no matter how many times he tries… and it seems like he’s a player and he’s got a different girl every week which isn’t entirely false but he also just doesn’t know how to say no to anyone which is the root of the problem. anyway so yeah i’m making charles a theatre kid, like one who can fit pretty much any role but he prefers the classics (he’s the kind of guy who knows a shakespeare quote for pretty much any situation). he usually gets cast as the love interest whether he wants the role or not but he does get a lot of stage time which he’s happy with. he’s way more comfortable on stage than when he’s actually with people, and his looks get him pretty far but in reality he’s just really awkward and kind of shy and gets flustered so easily.

carlos is on stage crew because he needed to fill the “arts/language” requirement to graduate and stage crew counted as performing arts even though it’s all behind the scenes. so he’s there almost every day, spending more and more time as the shows approach helping build sets and man the ropes and (insert lots of other cool and technical stage crew activities here). so even they know of each other this is the first time their paths really cross and they meet.

this is going to be the most cliche romance ever. charles having breathless pearl-clutching moments of gay panic when carlos gets paint all over his shirt and stops to take it off, or lifts giant sandbags or ladders or planks around like they don’t weigh anything. except ofc charles is way too shy to say anything or make any kind of initiative move so he just finds excuses to stay longer after rehearsals, maybe he starts helping paint the sets/designs cause he’s not bad at visual arts (emphasis on alternate in this alternative universe). bonus if he makes friends with one of the stage crew girls and all of the sudden he’s got a new handler (“look around twink! everything in this office is either dead or dying even the therapy dog killed itself”) who is constantly rolling her eyes at BOTH of their inability to take a hint

this would be the kind of hc that involves dressing rooms and unexpected moments behind curtains etc.

[sapphiewritesstuff]

Any chance you could spare us some soft family man Namor hc’s?

omg yes ofc anon ;-; he would love a family

Warnings: GN reader (baby is mentioned, but it is not said whether reader gave birth or not), slight Dark and protective Namor, Namor is described as having multiple partners in the past but is now loyal to reader, slightly suggestive content, not proofread

-Namor has never had time for a family, even though he wished to bring Talokan a heir. He was always too preoccupied with the duties that came along with being the king and god of Talokan.

-So, even though he is over five-hundred years old and refers to his people as 'My child', he has never had kids of his own. Sure, he is a very experienced man and the thought of there being heirs he doesn't know of has crossed his mind, but he has never held a baby in his arms, one that he can call His.

-Namor would want to be wedded to you as soon as possible. He's over the moon to have finally found his soulmate after years of searching, and he knows that you're the one he wants to hold onto for as long as he can.

-When you do bring him your first born, be it from adopting an abandoned Talokanil child or by giving birth, the first thing he does is lift them up into his arms gently. He wipes stray tears from the corner of his eyes as the little one wraps their hand around his index finger. They’re so small, and precious, he thinks.

-Namor values both his royal duties and family duties, he doesn't prioritize one over the other. So be ready to walk in on your children climbing him like a jungle gym as he holds an important meeting.

-The people of Talokan accept your children immediately, quicker than they accepted you as their new ruler along with Namor.

-Namor loves to spoil his kids, and I think he would love a daughter!

-He would love to dress her up in fancy traditional garb with nice jewelry

-He doesn't want to stop at one child, he wants atleast three

-He would play Pok-a-Tok with them, lifting them up into a hug and spinning them around whenever they do well.

-He would always make sure he verbalizes his love to them

-They are never allowed to visit the surface as long as he's around, even if you're originally a surface dweller and have relatives on the surface

-Talokan is your home now, you're safe here.

-He would tear the world apart if anyone dared to hurt his children.

[fitnessnirvana]

GYM EXERCISES TO IMPROVE YOUR POSTURE

As you may have noticed from some of the depressing news reports and articles going around the internet, a lot of individuals these days have fairly bad posture. Stooped shoulders, forward heads, back ache, and all that. The reasons for this are not difficult to figure out. Many people spend a lot of time sitting, and as a result, certain muscular imbalances—often associated with a weak posterior chain—occur naturally. Without further ado, here are a few simple gym exercises you can do to start improving your posture today (or whenever you next visit the gym).

Deadlifts:

Standard deadlifts are likely the best exercise for exercising the posterior chain muscles, which comprise the hamstrings, glutes, spinal erectors, and trapezius muscles, among others. When these muscles are weak, a variety of posture problems develop. Spinal lordosis, for example, is characterized by an excessively arched back and is associated with muscular imbalances in the posterior chain.

To perform standard deadlifts:

Load and place the bar on the ground. Then, place your feet about shoulder-width apart, with the bar resting on your midfoot. Drop down by hinging your hips backwards, grip the bar with your hands shoulder width apart, squeeze it hard, and lift it by pressing up through your heels. Throughout the action, keep your core engaged and your back flat, rather than hyperextended or bent.

Kettlebell Swings:

The kettlebell swing is a traditional explosive workout that works the same muscles in the posterior chain as the deadlift.

To perform a kettlebell swing:

Grab a kettlebell in both hands. Keeping your legs fairly straight, "explode" the weight in front of you with a fast hip movement, finishing with a firm core like a plank. Then, with your legs mostly straight and your back flat, let the weight swing down between your legs before repeating for the next rep. When done correctly, a kettlebell swing is essentially direct training for "standing up straight".

Kettlebell swings are a high-intensity exercise that will significantly improve your cardiovascular conditioning. If you're prone to joint soreness when completing big deadlifts, try slightly smaller weights and higher reps.

Seated Cable Rows:

Not all postural disorders are caused by problems with the lower back muscles. Some conditions, such as rounded shoulders, are caused by muscle imbalances in the upper back. Seated cable rows on a rowing machine are an excellent approach to strengthen some of the important muscles while also increasing blood flow to the joints due to the high repetition nature of the activity.

To perform the exercise:

Position yourself on the rowing machine's seat and hold the handle attached to the cable. Push back with your legs while leaning back and "rowing" the cable to your mid-torso simultaneously.

[kookie-doughs]

Your Voice

Oikawa Tooru X Reader

-In a world where only a few people has a soulmate, and they are burdened with a disability until they meet their other half.

Chapter 18: The Taste Of Love

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Oikawa once again had his entire, table, lockers and bag full of sweets. He absolutely dreads this day.

People would say it'd be his favourite day as a chance to reap all his narcissism, but its really not. Having the fact he's still alone and will probably be for i dont know perhaps forever with food he can never enjoy thrown at him.

He hated sweets, he doesnt understand why people kept giving him. Years and years of him declining and saying no. No one listened.

So he did what he's always been doing to the sweets he's always gotten.

having them all in his bag. He went to the gym, it was after school and they had another practice.

"Yahoo~" He sang.

"You took forever."

"You got more than you did last year huh." Hanamaki smirked.

Oikawa groaned and tossed one large bag full of cookies and chocolates. It had been a tradition for the boys to gather valentines gifts and make it into a potluck so everyone in the team would get some. It was always Oikawa bringing them but hey, he doesn't like it anyway.

The man looked around. "Is Y/N at the locker room?"

"No she's at Shiratorizawa. She's giving their sweets." Iwaizumi said.

"SPEAKING OF!!!" Matsukawa cut off. "She got me something too, it was sweet of her. I didnt know she can bake!"

Oikawa blinked. He may not be a fan of sweets but he takes note of who gives them. Not one of them had your name. But you gave Matsukawa one?

"Oh, yeah I got one too!" Hanamaki bragged.

Even Hanamaki? Was it because he told you he doesn't like sweets? Was that why you didnt give him one?

"She made one for everyone." Yahaba interjected.

Oikawa's heart broke. Everyone but him. He wanted to have a bite. Even not being able to taste it, eating something you made... the thought of it makes him excited.

"Get the potluck ready already. Im going to get something."

Oikawa went to the locker and placed his stuff. He sat there too for a while.

He was thinking of you. He appreciates the fact you remembered he doesn't like sweet but it hurt that he was left out.

He took a breathy breath. It hurt him. Not wanting the others to check up on him, he left the locker room so he doesnt over stay.

Upon exiting, the boys had already put all the chocolate and cookies in a big bowl. Some were already eating.

Matsukawa saw Oikawa's expression. He handed him a chocolate.

"Maybe it'll lift your spirits."

"He hates those." Iwaizumi reminded him.

"Right..."

Oikawa put it in his mout anyway. The flavor of nothing made him slump more.

"Surprise attack!" Hanamaki then shoved a cookie to Oikawa's mouth.

The boy was about to spit it out when his stomach dropped.

"No." His eyes widened. Tears were forming.

This wasn't what he wanted.

It was chewy. It was his first encounter with flavor so he doesn't understand how to explain jt. It bittersweet chocolate chips. Chunks of chocolate were around, chocolate spreads to his tongue in each bite. It also had walnuts. They added crunch and a nice nutty flavor and a hint of bitterness that’s different from the bittersweet taste of the chocolate.

He had no words. It tasted amazing. It tasted beautiful. No words could come to his mind.

He pushed the guys away and looked around at the potluck

"OI SHITTYKAWA WHAT THE-" Iwaizumi was about to kill him.

"Fuck!" He sobbed.

He looked for any signs of nuts on cookies. But there were too many. He moved the cookies around looking for something. He'd bite from every cookie with a nut he found.

"Oikawa!" Hanamaki shouted.

He didn't stop searching. That was his only link to his true love. He couldn't lose it like this.

The boys were getting worried.

"Oi, oi, oi," Iwaizumi pulled him away. But Oikawa was struggling against him.

He needed it.

Matsukawa helped Iwaizumi.

"Oi, Oikawa what's wrong?!" The entire team was surrounding him.

"Fuck!" He sobbed throwing away the cookie he was holding.

He curled up and sobbed to his knees.

"Oikawa I'm sorry for feeding you... come one it was a joke..." Hanamaki was feeling so shit.

But they didn't know.

"I lied." His voice broke.

"What do you mean...?" Iwaizumi asked hand behind his friends back.

"I just lost it..." His sobbing was coming back to him. "I'm never going to find them..."

"Find who?" The guys asked.

"Oikawa-san..." Yahaba gasped.

"You lied about it? How?" Kyotani looked at him shocked.

"Lied about what?" Kindachi asked the couple.

"Oikawa-san has a soulmate..." Yahaba answered.

Everyone looked at his sobbing form.

"I'm assuming he also lost his taste... Until Hanamaki fed him something his partner made."

Oikawa tighten his hold on his knees.

"No way..."

"Your whole life you lied about it???"

"No fucking way..."

He couldn't careless about what they said. All he could think about was the love he had just lost thanks to his stupidity. Why hadn't he thought of tasting them before this potluck?

They were all looking at him in pity.

"He lost his only link to the love of his life." The couple said.

The flavour of the cookies still linger at his mouth. His heart tightens every time he thought about it.

He will never find his true love. The taste lingering, is the taste of his true love. The true love he lost forever.

And he won't ever find her.

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[genderqueerdykes]

So uh. This is a bit of a vent. I’m a trans guy and I feel like I’m masculine but in a cis (traditional) way. Meaning I like lifting weights, putting together furniture, poking around in the hood of my car, camping, fishing (even though I don’t eat fish at all, I do like my red meat though), and I’m reserved about my emotions (largely due to being extremely uncomfortable with others seeing me get emotional) in addition to being proud of my more stereotypically masculine traits like my assertiveness, straightforwardness, and that I hold my ground. I kinda feel alienated from a lot of the community in general because of this because I just feel like in these sorts of spaces it’s seen as a “bad” thing to not want to be soft or to want to be closer to the more traditional idea of masculinity (this is ofc without the toxic bullshit I’m strongly against misogyny and am gay, and I do believe people can and should express their feelings if they need to) and it’s kinda frustrating because it feels like I’d have to be something I’m not to be considered “acceptable” but maybe I’m reading things wrong?

hey, i get what you're saying, i think a lot of binary trans men feel very isolated because displays of masculinity are often viewed as a threat or "not queer" by many people. it can make it hard to feel accepted as many people act like traditionally masculine men are all at fault or are all problematic. i think your expression of transness is awesome. i love traditionally masculine trans men. i was one for many years, and there are still things like that that bring me so much masculine joy. i lived at the gym when i was a bit more able bodied, and i still love lifting weights!

what i think needs to happen is the community on the whole needs to understand that masculinity can be and is queer and it's not a threat or unacceptable. trans men don't have to be soft and feminine to be accepted as part of the community. being a very "by the book" trans man who enjoys being read as a cis man and interpreted as one isn't a bad thing, either. it's one of the many, many ways to be a trans man and it's just as fine as all the rest!

i think that's kind of where it's coming from. queer men are only viewed as acceptable/non threatening if they're feminine in some way and that just doesn't cut it. all queer men are good. hyper masculine bears and trans men are still queer. masculinity can be a very queer thing, especially in stereotypical displays of manhood. that's a huge part of bear culture, is being hypermasculine in a distinctly queer way.

i rambled a bit, but i think you're awesome i hope you're able to find a group of people who make you feel a bit less awkward in the community. i know it can be very hard for trans guys to find acceptance, especially in the larger MLM community, but you are not alone and you're not doing anything wrong for enjoying and celebrating your masculinity, and the way that you personally are masculine. take care, i hope things look up for you soon. keep being badass

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Misc. Headcanons! (always accepting, tbh) // @vryolakas

🤸‍♀️ - How active is your muse? Do they exercise regularly? Do they do things like yoga? What else do they do to keep fit and active? Are they flexible? Can they do parkour?

Active is the name of the game.  The power, speed, balance, and flexibility (he is rather flexible; not gymnast bendy, but still respectably so. Citing the kicks at Anton as proof ) he has didn't just pop up out of the blue - he has worked his ass off for it all, and he continues to do so.  It helps with his work, after all.  Jordi isn't what most would consider a gym rat by any means.  Most of the workouts he does are outside a gym setting; jogging along the city streets at night, lifting in his apartment - he doesn't have a big, fancy set up or anything, but he's got what he needs to get the job done - body weight stuff, that sort of thing.  He does have a particular niche, though.  As mentioned in a few posts about his fighting style, he's very obviously a martial artist, and a damn good one.  That's yet another thing that doesn't just happen.  It takes continuous work and practice, which he continues diligently.   Yoga is a big, No.  It's fun to watch other people do it, but it is not and has not been his thing at any point.  As for parkour, could he do it?  Yeah, he probably could.  He's mindful of his body movements, knows how to fall, is able to take a hit if necessary.  Jordi could absolutely do parkour.  Does he, though?  No, not really, at least not in the traditional sense.  You generally won't find him jumping between buildings, or pulling off that flashy shit, but hurdling smaller obstacles in his path like they're nothing?  Scaling a wall or jumping off a higher point to the ground, to catch up with someone he's after?  The practical parts, he absolutely does, though he'll question whether they really count as 'parkour'.

💘 - What is your muse like when they're in love? What does your muse find attractive in someone else? What are their love languages? How do they show affection? Do they show any distinct signs that they're in love?

Oh, gross.  The L word.

It's a complicated thing, because as a general rule, he doesn't do that kind of thing.  Jordi does not allow anyone close enough to risk those icky feelings popping up, viewing people as part of the business and nothing more.  That said, he's still human and feelings happen.  It's not pleasant, but they do, and when they do, his first instinct is to get the hell away from them.  He'll put some distance between himself and the object of his unwilling affections for a while in hopes that, whatever that warm and fuzzy feeling was fucked off and he could go back to normal.  This could mean anything from sparingly answering their calls to adding a few days to his travel time when he's running around for work.  How effective his methods are really depends.  If it's just an inkling of weird affection for someone, then keeping away from them might help it fizzle out, but if he's in deep?  If he ignored that inkling and now he's caught in a full-blown wave?  The distance isn't going to last long.  He'll try, but it won't.  

But okay, let's say, someone has managed to fully win him over, or maybe they've got him pining after them.  They've got the drive, power, and ambition that he admires and loves. They take his teasing and eccentricities and give it all right back to him, and now he's wrapped around their little finger.  What to expect.

Gifts are a thing.  He's got money and resources to get pretty much anything he wants, and that extends to a partner/LI, as well.  Friends, too, of course, but to a lesser extent.  If his LI mentions something in passing that they need, or something they really love and want, guess what?  He's going to get it for them, one way or another.  He's taking them out for a nice dinner and they don't have fancy clothes to suit the place they're going?  Fine, no problem, let's go get you something - hell, let's get you a few things, why not, variety's the spice of life.  His LI says no to a date idea because they can't afford whatever he's suggesting they do?  It's a fucking date, I'm paying for you.  Things like that are his first go-to, and they're probably the first indication that he's really into someone, too.  Usually, he'd view those kinds of things as favors to be repaid.  With someone he's interested in?  They come with no expectation.

Physical affection is...tolerated in the right circumstances, where he's usually iffy about it unless he's the one initiating. In private, it's no holds barred. Someone wants to lay on him? Hold his hand? Whisper sweet nothings while they're all cuddled up on the couch? Go for it. He'll give them shit for being sappy and gross, but guess what - he's not going to push them away. The second the two of them go into public, though, the tune changes. Nothing wrong with being seen together, of course. He knows lots of people, he could be hanging around with anybody. The problem arises when it becomes obvious they're together together. He'll be much more reserved about showing any sort of affection. If the wrong people happen to see it, suddenly they've got leverage against him...and the fact that he cares enough about his LI for them to be leverage is a declaration all on its own.

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[Images: woman working a plow struggles to move a rock out of the way; a rock that can’t be more than ~20 pounds.]

Rant about women in writing. . . .

*Heavy sigh*

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I’m so fucking tired of this.

Where is her strength?

Where. Is. Her. Strength.

I don’t care HOW minuscule and absolutely microscopic your dick-ego is (even if you happen to be afab), a farmer, a warrior and peasant would have a shit tonne more strength than this. You Hollywood, writer dingbats are too used to and spoiled by city people and high class women who don’t have to do such things. Farming women need—not “can,” need—to do just as much as the men (y’all talk like testosterone is some super power, but we all watch the Olympics and women in strongwomen programs can out lift any dudebro easy-peasy with more reps with the same working-workout routine).

Don’t you dare be mysogynistic and transphobic in the same breath saying “oh, well, you’re talking about male-to-females.” No. No, I am not and it’s both distressing and disturbing you’d shit on your foremothers and women in general like that. Not to mention history revisionist to think women are just so weak and fragile and can-barely-haul-a-water-bucket or pick-up-the-baby. If you think women everywhere all the time could have the luxury of not having to do things (let’s not even go into every single woman not wanting to), you’re stupid. You’re so fucking stupid, you let TV inform you and you sit there without question.

In this movie, Rebel Moon (I’m not finished w part 1 but I’m livid), she’s a warrior. Do you know how extra delusional and insulting that makes it for her to not be able to lift a ~20 lb rock? UNBELIEVABLY.

Back to speaking in general, I’m afab and I’m also very disabled. I didn’t do my “work out” for about three months. I’ve only been back at it for about three days but not consecutively because I went and made myself sore and the holiday stuff has made it so I can’t have the energy for that AND the event/family things, and I bought TWO fifty pound bags of cat litter the other day for my children which I had to pull off of the top shelf to put in the cart, pull out of the cart and put into my car, and finally take inside. Before anyone spouts nonesense: I don’t “work out” in the traditional sense, I have a few exercises I do in the comfort and non-overstimulating/triggering or anxiety-inducing environment of my home. It’s not a lot. It’s a pathetic “regimen” compared to all that my PT people wanted me to do, especially to anyone who knows their way around fitness/athleticism. And I’d have pulled that little fucker out no problem.

Sure, it’s her last few rows, but I have no idea how big her section is. The place is arid and dry and it’s sunset so I’m to assume she’s sweating that much just from the area they’re in and she’s been out in the sun. Even if it’s because she’s tired from moving stones all day (okay, one, how is there that many stones so close to the surface when this place has been worked for, it looks like, generations. Two, the horse-thing is pulling the hoe for her, so don’t even), stop, a few deep breaths, grab and pull in one exhale, there you go. I’m disabled and I could do that, even if the world was spinning for me at the time and I could feel my heart perform some tricks.

She’s a WARRIOR and FARMER (see: supremely able bodied), she is stronger than this! Shame on the writers or directors or whoever the fuck is responsible for this “I’m a warrior and farmer but ohhh, a rock foils me!” Fuck you. I pity your mother.

Take note, writers, women can and are strong. We compete closely with men in athletics, if you need that, and in case you’ve never in your life seen a cow much less spoken to an honest-to-hay farmer, they would make the gym bros weep so, so sweetly it would water the entire field, and amuse her enough to pity his pathetic ego and offer him shade and water.

Also, her arms should be significantly larger as well. No, afab muscles don’t get fat and *sculpted* like amab, but it still shows, there’s still “puffiness” from the tissue. And I know actors can train for their roles, so when the fuck will we get ACCURATE representation of literally ANY female bodies? Hm? Oh, wait, everyone’s too mysoginistic and need to perpetuate the falsities that women are weak 🥺🥺 to make their dicks look bigger.

Sorry, but she looks like no warrior nor farmer to me, they have more muscle development. And our sports are also behind. If that gets your speedo in a twist, it sounds like you need to confront your internalised mysogony.

(These women would/are only so weak if something big happens i.e. accident/injury/sickness.)

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get to know the muse

elijah stewart !!

three things they love: elijah is a huge gym rat; other than lifting at the gym, he does do a lot of running, hiking, or even lifting in his garage with the little make-shift gym he made for himself. he loves stacy: that's his best friend since they were little and considers his brother, he'd do anything for stacy. lastly, he loves to spend time with himself; he's so used to being alone and being independent that he's found comfort in being by himself and anxiety being around too many people. three things they hate: elijah fucking HATES small talk. he also can't stand first dates; it's hard for him to even agree on going on one in the first place and if it's not a perfect date or he doesn't feel any sort of long-term chemistry with the other person, he will not go on a second... hence his romantic life is pretty dry. he also can't stand being in the house for too long. he needs to get out even if it's just for a beer or for a run; he gets stir-crazy. three things they need: his dog !! remy always seems to be by elijah's side if he can help it. some kind of routine that involves physical activity and beer. oh, he needs his beer. i would be surprised that this guy doesn't have a beer gut if it wasn't for all the working out he does. three things they want: to achieve justice for stacy's late daughter, for the chance to find his true soulmate and start a family of his own, to have peace in his life. three things that scare them: there's not much that scares elijah but losing stacy, losing his job, or even losing himself are things he's afraid of. three things that thrill them: oof, finding someone that matches his sexual energy and can bring something new to the bedroom. it's not often he sleeps with someone; albeit every once in awhile he'll meet someone at a bar or get set up on a blind date that eventually makes its way back to his place but most of the time, it's plain, vanilla sex and he wants something he's never experienced (except he doesn't realize it's love but that's neither here nor there). he also loves finding new bars or a new drink he hasn't tried before. he also gets very excited when a new action movie comes out (what a dude). three favorite foods: classic bar food !! wings, onion rings, sloppy greasy burgers, chili cheese fries !! besides the bar food; he also loves a good brownie or scrambled eggs with bacon and hash browns (he's a big breakfast guy). three favorite smells: definitely food (he's such a sucker for big, hearty meals. i mean, the man works out and is a big man, his caloric intake is MASSIVE so he always be big hungry), coffee smell mm, and remy (his dog). remy brings him a lot of comfort and he lets remy sit and lay anywhere he likes, even his clothes, so his smell is a constant. three favorite holidays: july 4th definitely because of the bbqs and the beer and the summer time. him and stacy spend every july 4th together and have a tradition of setting off fireworks that aren't exactly legal, oop. he also loves april fool's day (he's a big prankster) and also loves mother's day... he's a big mama's boy to both his mamas. three favorite people: stacy, both his moms, and remy (does his pupper count?)

tagged by: @thatslayer thank you !! three others tagged: @fortunefavours (either jasper or ivy!!), @bridgheir , @sacredslaycd , @dhampirslays , @murkyhazed (pippin or mateo!!), @ruinedtendencies (delilah!!), @seesgood , @odaette , @holyxsins (corrie!!)

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The Right Way to Do Leg Extensions for Strong and Meaty Quads

Last month, I talked about how I’ve reincorporated weight machines into my strength-training workouts to good effect. This year, we’ll be doing some articles on how to use various weight machines properly. One of the benefits of using machines is that they have a much easier learning curve than lifting barbells. But there are a few things you should know about using each in order to avoid pain and injury and use them most effectively for building size and strength. First up in these tutorials is the leg extension machine, which targets your quadriceps and your quadriceps alone.  There is some folklore out there that the leg machine can cause injuries and puts too much stress on the knees. But this isn’t borne out by research, which has found that leg extensions are safe, including for ACL rehabilitation.  There’s also a myth that leg extensions aren’t functional. But quad strength translates to everything from walking to running, and particularly to explosive movements like jumping and cutting. Also, because people often use compensating muscles when doing other leg exercises (especially if they’re dealing with injuries), leg extensions, by isolating the quads, can help correct strength imbalances created by these compensating strategies. This is useful in preventing new injuries, as well as re-injuries, particularly a second ACL tear.  Not only are leg extensions a safe strength-building exercise, they also help give you defined and meaty legs, so you can confidently wear your shorty shorts around town. And, since you’re only moving a single joint, they perform this function without requiring the kind of recovery you need after doing the squat or leg press.  But since leg extensions, like all exercises, are only safe to do if you do them right, let’s get into how to perform them properly. Setting Up the Machine My home gym, plate-loaded leg machine doesn’t have as many adjustment options as one you’ll find in a commercial gym, so I couldn’t dial in my position as much as you might be able to, but this a generally good set-up position. The leg extension itself is a simple movement. The big thing you have to pay attention to is setting up the machine before you start doing them. There are several adjustments to make to the machine before you begin this exercise to ensure ergonomic comfort, maximization of strength-producing, hypertrophy-creating force, and the prevention of undue pain and strain on your joints:  Weight stack/plates. There are different schools of thought on what weight you should use for leg extensions. One is that you should go with lower weight because you’re only using a single joint to move the weight, and you’re not able to exert that much force without form breaking down. To get the hypertrophic stimulus with lower weight, you’ll need to do high reps in the 15-20 range. If you’re going to go the high rep route with leg extensions, perform them at the end of your workout, so you don’t fatigue yourself for the main leg exercise like the squat. The other school of thought is that as long as you can perform the reps with good form and without pain, you can stick to the traditional 8-12 rep range prescribed for hypertrophy and go heavier. Experiment and find what works for you. Seat back distance. The seat back can be adjusted forwards or backwards. Positioning it correctly will minimize undue strain on your knees and allow you to produce maximum force. You want to move the seat back so that when you sit down, your knees are not too far in front of the edge of the seat’s base, nor too far back. Your knees should align with the leg bar’s pivot point. The creases at the backs of the knees should sit against the edge of the butt pad.  Leg pad height. The pad that will sit on top of your lower legs can sometimes be adjusted up or down. The pad should rest where the ankle flexes. Not up on your shins or down towards your toes. Leg bar range of motion. The leg bar can be adjusted so that it sits more or less under the seat’s base. The further back it… http://dlvr.it/T4ywTj

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Should You Wear a Lifting Belt When Strength Training?

 If you regularly hit up the weight room, you may have noticed some folks with lifting belts strapped around their waists as they deadlift, squat, or do other big moves. The belts can look like a wider version of a traditional belt—leather with buckle closure—or come with a wide Velcro closure instead. But do they have a purpose—besides making you look like a hard-core Olympic lifter?

And, maybe more importantly, should you be wearing one too?

Lifting belts do serve a purpose. But they’re best used only in certain circumstances: when you’re lifting heavy weight, and your goal is to lift even heavier weight.

Below, we dig into everything you need to know about lifting belts, including what they are, how they work, and when you may want to consider strapping one on.

What does a lifting belt do?

Basically, a weight belt—which wraps and fastens around your abdomen just like a traditional belt—helps you lift safely by providing core-bracing support that protects your spine.

Your core muscles help protect your spine while strength training and a weight lifting belt helps provide extra support to them. Your core muscles fire during compound exercises like the deadlift, squat, or overhead press to help support your spine and keep you from falling forward or backward (bending or flexing) under heavy loads. Remember, your core actually includes your diaphragm on the front of your body, obliques on your sides, and muscles (called the spinal erectors) on your back, as well as your transverse abdominis—your innermost, deep core muscles, which are often referred to as your body’s internal weight lifting belt. All of these muscles engage to help support your spine and complete a movement.

Engaging your core, or core bracing, involves breath too. When powerlifters lift heavy loads, they take a breath into their abdomen, engage their core muscles, and hold the breath throughout the rep, exhaling at the top of the move. This creates intra-abdominal pressure so their entire trunk stays stiff when hefting heavyweight, exercise physiologist Tom Holland, MS, CSCS, author of The Micro-Workout Plan, tells SELF. (This technique is called the Valsalva maneuver, and there’s been much internet and scientific debate over its safety. In short, it’s a breathing method that’s not intended for beginners and should not be practiced without working alongside a pro first. Read More

Do lifting belts work?

While the mechanism above is sound, the actual research on weight-lifting belts—especially in a strength training setting—is a little more hazy.

“The research into the efficacy of weight belts is mixed and surprisingly limited,” says Holland. He says we need more (current!) research on belts for performance and injury prevention, as well as more research on belts for people in gym settings rather than occupational environments. (Lots of the existing research on belts focuses on people who lift heavy weights for work, like delivery employees or stock unloaders.) Related Post

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Back Pain Treatment in Pimpri Chinchwad | Lower Back Pain Treatment in Pune - Dr. Ganesh Mundhe

Back Pain Treatment In Pimpri Chinchwad

What Is Back Pain?

Back pain can result from many specific injuries, conditions or diseases — most frequently, an injury to muscles or tendons in the back. Pain can range from slight to severe. In a few cases, pain could make it difficult or not possible to walk, sleep, paintings or do regular sports. Usually, lower back pain gets better with rest, pain relievers and physical therapy (PT). Cortisone injections and hands-on treatments (like osteopathic or chiropractic manipulation) can relieve ache and assist the healing process. Some back injuries and conditions require surgical repair.

What Are The Symptoms Of Lower Back Pain?

Stiffness: It may be tough to move or straighten your back. Getting up from a seated position may take a while, and you might feel like you need to walk or stretch to loosen up. You may notice decreased range of motion.

Posture Problems: Many people with back pain find it hard to stand up straight. You may stand “crooked” or bent, with your torso off to the side rather than aligned with your spine. Your lower back may look flat instead of curved.

Muscle Spasms: After a strain, muscles in the lower back can spasm or contract uncontrollably. Muscle spasms can cause extreme pain and make it difficult or impossible to stand, walk or move.

What Causes Back Pain?

Back pain must now no longer necessarily be `painful`. Any sort of tingling sensation or numbness in the back area also are labelled as lower back pain in the world of medicine. In any case, when you have a back ache which you can`t appear to shake off, you should see a back pain specialist for Back Pain Treatment. Well, there are a few way of life choices and practices that make you liable to growing back pain:

Extreme bodily labour

Improper weight-lifting

Being overweight

Unsupervised & untrained gym practices

Advanced age

Poor posture , Sitting in a table frequently for extended hours

Sleeping on a bed that doesn’t support the spine

When Is Surgery Required?

When conservative treatment for low back pain doesn’t give relief or neurologic symptoms are worsening or severe, surgery may be needed. Candidates for surgery present any of the following:

Back and leg pain limits normal activity or impairs quality of life

Progressive neurologic deficits develop, similar as leg weakness, numbness or both

Loss of normal bowel and bladder functions

Difficulty standing or walking

medicine and physical therapy are ineffective

Dr. Ganesh Mundhe is a supporter of traditional treatment till surgical procedure is the best option left. However, that doesn’t mean that he is any less professional at performing complicated and advanced surgical procedures. If your back ache is such which you are not able to move around, then you can have reached the very last stages of hip arthritis and you can require hip replacement surgical treatment. But the good news is that the success rate of those surgical procedures could be very high and patients can live a full & contented lifestyle after their initial recovery. Dr. Ganesh takes pride in the wonderful feedback he has acquired from his patients when they have recovered from the surgery successfully. If you do require surgery feel free to consult him and find the accurate Back Pain Treatment in Pimpri Chinchwad.

Diagnosis

Diagnosis is made by an Orthopedic doctor based on history, symptoms, bodily exam, and outcomes of diagnostic research. Some patients can be treated conservatively; if conservative treatment is ineffective, the doctor may also order imaging research of the decreased lower back and different tests, which may also include:

Computed Tomography Scan (CT or CAT scan)

Discography

Electromyography (EMG)

Nerve Conduction Studies (NCS)

Magnetic Resonance Imaging (MRI)

Myelogram

Selective Nerve Root Block

X-rays

Dr. Ganesh Mundhe is a leading pain medicine expert. He helps patients with back pain conditions. For him every pain is an unsolved mystery that doesn’t let him rest. Dr. Ganesh Mundhe and his team offers evidence based, non-surgical treatments using multi-disciplinary approach to maximise your gain. An extensive experience and updated knowledge of the advancements in the field of back pain treatment in pimpri chinchwad, make him one of the Spine Specialist in Pimpri Chinchwad.

 He is a much- appreciated spine and pain specialist who is adept at performing minimally invasive spine surgeries. His mantra is to give genuine and ethical advice to all his patients. Feel free to consult for the Lower Back Pain Treatment in Pune.