#arm lipo

[diamondintherioux]

5/4/24

2 months post op

What a mind fuck. 2 months post op. Tomorrow is my last day of physical therapy. I finally have my arm mobility restored! I even went back to Pilates the other day, I’m so sore but it’s a good sore. I have 3 more lymphatic drainage massages left then I’m done. TBH I don’t think they’ve really don’t anything for me post op. They’re important that first week to get the tumescent fluid out but if you are at your goal weight and barely swelled I don’t think it makes that big of difference. In the same breath I fit better into my faja than I did 2 weeks ago but I think that’s the vaser lipo working.

I have been lazy with my vitamins (what else is new?) it’s just I have too many. I start Invisalign on Tuesday so I’m hoping that’ll be the kick start to my 30 days no sugar. I just need a detox from it. Had ice cream today from a local place I used to be obsessed with and it just didn’t taste the same. It’s sad but I swear I don’t have those sugar cravings anymore. They used to be so intense that I would leave the house in the middle of the night to buy something sweet. Now I have a homemade chocolate covered banana slice and I’m good.

It’s so crazy looking at old photos and seeing how my natural body could never become my post surgical body. No amount of gym could give my body an hourglass figure. People get so mad that others can just pay for a perfect body lol

I need to call a medspa and start scheduling facial treatments. I need a chemical peel and a facial. Since I’m not longer spending money on physical therapy and massages I can focus on my face. I want to get spray tans as well but I can’t stand the transfer. What is the solution? I’m so pasty, specially my legs.

I stopped wearing shape wear under my faja and I feel soooooooo much better. I swear shape wear snatches you better than a faja. I don’t see myself spending $200+ on a faja ever again. Amazon has some really good ones if I need an extra unf underneath my body con dresses (yes that’s allllll I’m wearing this summer).

3 months post op I’ll be out of town. That’s when I’ll start wearing the faja for 12 hours. Probably only at night. I’ll be updating monthly from now on. I’m thinking about making a post about ab boards and foams for educational purposes.

[boycannibal]

they need to invent tank tops for people who are insecure abt their arms

[199degrees]

sometimes I find out a new plastic surgery procedure and I'm like oh. Maybe I'm not doing so bad.

[feridaahferida]

Arm liposuction is an effective procedure for removing slender and thin parts of the body. Removing unwanted fat deposits is a preferred option for many people who want more elegant and attractive arms. In this article you will learn more about arm liposuction, how it is used and what results can be achieved.

[hi-its-meg]

Getting closer and closer to getting my loose skin removed- less than 3 months now until surgery 🙊

I do think I’m going to want a second surgery removing the loose skin on my arms and especially my armpit area, but I’m getting a tiny bit of lipo in my armpit with my belt lipectomy so maybe I can avoid that second surgery, we will see 🤷🏼‍♀️

[seat-safety-switch]

Remote controlled cars are a lot of fun, even if you're also into regular cars. Unlike their larger brethren, you don't need complicated legal entanglements like "insurance" or "roadworthiness inspections" to drive them. A vibrant community full of other weirdos who are also constantly breaking little plastic control arms is on offer. You'll make life-long friends and lure each other into spending thousands of dollars on toys.

It's that cost which bothers me. You see, I already spend enough money on cars. And I'm not especially easy on the equipment. When it comes down to having a functioning car that can get me to work, or a tiny plastic car that's fun, unfortunately the big metal thing is going to win every single time. How else will I make money with which to spend on the tiny plastic car? It was a real dilemma. Bowing out of the third shrunken-shitbox race event in a row because of cashflow problems had been weighing on my conscience. What would the other money-wasting folks think about my reticence to enter into insane amounts of debt?

I decided that I would try to cobble together something, anything, out of my pile of scraps. The same three things always break on RC cars, though, so I was not able to produce a complete car. By then, as if through a miracle, the multiple coffees and semi-legal convenience-store trucker stimulants had kicked in, and I was able to open my third eye to allow the solution to my problem to manifest. Or so my lawyer will tell you. He's big on exploring the limits of religious freedoms lately. I had lots of broken metal cars lying around the property, and there was no explicit rule in the local RC car club that all cars needed to be the same scale in order to compete.

Well, I'd like to tell you that I won first with my 1:1-scale remote-controlled Ford Econoline, but I didn't. Some of those little lipo buggies are fast as all hell, and avoided getting crushed beneath my wheels. Plus, it's hard to gauge how close you are to rolling the van when you're not driving it yourself. By the time we had gotten a bumper jack under it to move the wreckage back off of the vendor stand, it was too late for any more heats of the race. I'll be back next year, though. My neighbour left out a Fisher-Price Cozy Coupe in his alley. Bet that thing weighs way less.

[marvelsage]

AWTA x Marvel Final

Neteyam x Reader

Summary: You are the adopted Maximoff sibling and had powers like Wanda. During the blip you stayed at Kamar-Taj and trained to strengthen your powers and gain control. When Wanda came looking for America Chavez a fight broke out between the two of you and through her rage she was able to send you away. All the way to the Avatar universe where you were discovered by Neteyam.

I suggest listening to Tía Carrere - Aloha ‘Oe version

It had been some time before any of you moved from that rock, you had gone back to tracing his facial features and truly admired how beautiful he was. You started humming a song you heard when you were training with some people from Hawai‘i at the Kamar-Taj…

Ha'aheo ka ua i na pali

Ke nihi a'ela i ka nahele

E hahai (Uhai) ana paha i ka liko

Pua 'ahihi lehua o uka

You had rested your head on his chest, his heartbeat that used to calm yours no longer giving that steady rhythm. You had closed your eyes and zoned out everything else, so you didn’t notice when his mother gasps.

Aloha 'oe

Aloha 'oe

E ke onaona noho i ka lipo

You didn’t notice when Atokirina descended upon the both of you or that your hands began to glow. Nor the fact that slowly his wound had begun to close and heal to a light scar. You just kept on singing, even as the dots that aligned his being glowed.

One fond embrace

A ho'i a'e au

Until we meet again

*thump*

You freeze and hold your breathe, oh what a cruel universe this was to play tricks on you.

*thump thump*

*thump thump*

Snapping your eyes open in disbelief, you look to his mother as she cries shakily and your own fill with tears. Sitting up just as he gasps awake and opens his eyes, his beautiful eyes that took a moment to adjust. The spirits lift as he warily looked around at everyone, and stopped on you in bewilderment.

“Did I die?” You released a watery chuckle before embracing him crying but this time of joy and relief, his family joining in as well.

“My son!”

“Neteyam!”

“Bro!”

“You skxawng!”

“Hey!”

Back at the village, you and the rest of the girls were getting dressed in ceremonial attire for the celebration of your wins. You kept looking around and pinching yourself to make sure this was real and not a dream.

“He is alive, Y/n. You are not dreaming.” It was Kiri that had spoken up having noticed you fidgeting around.

“Sorry, It’s just, where I’m from things like this… doesn’t happen often or at all so, I’m still trying to grasp this reality.” She had finished putting the last of your markings and nodded, placing her hands on your shoulders to turn you to the mirror.

You wore a two piece white dress the skirt had slits on the side, the top made of a soft fabric with beads and shells. Your hair half up and down (or however you want it to be, depending on your hair type) held up in a meticayan clip, you were in awe at what you saw your face bare of any markings yet and met a pair of eyes in your reflection.

“Neteyam” You spun around, you didn’t even notice when the girls left or when he arrived. He was holding the same jar Kiri had to do your arms and chest, he was still slowly taking you in.

“Neteyam?”

“Huh? Sorry um I-I uh sorry you look…beautiful” You meet his gaze and pinch your other hand again, he took notice of it right away. Placing down the paint and gently taking your hands rubbing over the spot you pinched, you were getting choked up.

“Why do you do that, Space girl.” A tear slipped as you close your eyes at the nickname and you felt his hand wipe at them before holding your face.

“Why do you cry hmm”

“I have lost…so many people that I have cared for in my life. I thought I lost you.” Opening your eyes and tilting you head back to look up at him. He leaned down and rests his head against yours.

“I am right here, Y/n.” You nod, he leans away and reaches for the jar once more and without another word paints markings along your face. You were admiring his own markings when he began humming a tune, it was the song you were singing to him. He obviously didn’t know the lyrics so…

Ha'aheo ka ua i na pali

Ke nihi a'ela i ka nahele

E hahai (Uhai) ana paha i ka liko

Pua 'ahihi lehua o uka

He traced lines down your lips to your chin, cupping your jaw and leaned his head back onto yours.

Aloha 'oe

Aloha 'oe

E ke onaona noho i ka lipo

One fond embrace

A ho'i a'e au

Until we meet again

“ I see you, Neteyam.”

“I see you, Y/n.”

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@oyasumimosura @kas-1 @notleclerc @crookednighttragedy @idkanymore109456 @eternallyvenus @notleclerc

[exeggcute]

Dude I never thought about lipo for body dysmorphia stuff but your before and after pictures are amazing!!! Like I'm getting euphoria just looking at it lol if you don't mind me asking how much did it cost? Also how did the blood thinner injecting thing go? I'm so happy for you omg

not cheap lol. although tbf the surgeon I went with was on the more expensive side because he's in high demand, has his own in-house surgery center, does extensive follow-ups, etc. the other guy quoted me a price that was literally half as expensive, but that was the same guy who said he hated doing lipo and said it wouldn't work (in part I assume because he doesn't do the ultrasound skin-shrinky thing, which I assume costs extra). so if you go to someone who's good at lipo but isn't as ~boutique~ or whatever it'd probably be somewhere between the two. also worth noting that I have heard of people getting this stuff covered by insurance but I knew my chances were slim and my surgeon was cash-only regardless

the blood thinners were a bit of an ordeal tbh but only because I was actually pretty ambulatory (all things considered) and don't have high blood pressure to begin with so they made me sooooo woozy and gross-feeling lol. plus I had bronchitis from being intubated which didn't help. thankfully they let me stop taking them earlier than expected which was also a relief because my blood was so thin that the shots kept leaving huge hard bruises on my arms and noelle was running out of spots to inject... but she was a trooper about it!

[diamondintherioux]

9/5/24

6 months post op

Well ladies and gentlemen, we made it. Six. Months. Post. Op. Wow. What a journey it has been. I feel like I’ve lived 3 different lives.

This new body has given me what I always knew I had, shape. Real feminine shape that makes clothes actually fit my body. It’s crazy to think how diet and exercise truly couldn’t give me this body. I feel like I’m a butterfly floating through life. My jean size is smaller than what I wore in high school (granted I do think sizes are “bigger” nowadays.)

It’s peak* week for me because next week I’m leaving for vacation but I’m already thinking about what I’m going to do when I come home. For the past decade, every winter no matter how hard I try I always gain 10 lbs lol then I spend the spring and summer trying to lose it. Rinse and repeat. This year will obviously be different. I have a plan. When I come back I’ll be wearing my faja 12 hrs a day (basically to curb my appetite from the compression.) I will up my personal training 2x a week. I want to do private Pilates classes 2x a week. I bought a walking pad so no excuses to not get 10k steps but in the winter I want to aim for 20k steps a day. Half inside half outside. After that is my meal plan. Prioritizing protein and water intake. I’ve been slacking as per usual lol my lack of protein amps up my sugar addiction to supplement for my hunger lol I know it’s not funny and actually fucked up. I blame my mother for not cooking when I was younger and subsequently not teaching me.

In addition to fitness and nutrition I need to unclutter my mind. I have wayyyy too much stuff. Clothes, shoes, bags. I’m going to do a fall cleaning and donate everything. Even the designer stuff. I have to make a promise to myself; no more secondhand shopping. I get it, trust me, more than anyone how “good” it is for the environment. But I do believe there is a spiritual aspect to it that is negative. Bringing someone’s thrown away trash (essentially) into your scared space, onto your body. It’s bad. I’ve been thrifting / vintage shopping since 2011 and let me tell you I’ve accumulated so much shit lol it’s just not fun. Yeah you’re saving a buck but who gives a fuck? lol in the grand scheme of things when you get older you won’t want another person’s trash. Trust me. There’s a reason why rich people always remodel the homes they buy.

Beauty maintenance also starts in the winter. Stringent morning and nighttime routines. Red light therapy. Facials. Chemical peels. Micro-needling. Lasers. Lymphatic massages. I really want an eyebrow lift. I was thinking about getting an eyebrow transplant but I think an eyebrow lift is the way to go. Investing in your body > clothes/bags. Trust me

To circle back, this new body has changed my life. My job is to now maintain it and make sure it only gets better. You work out in the winter to show off in the summer. Next summer I want to be on a super yacht off the coast of Italy in the tiniest Brazilian bikini known to man. I want to take a photo 1 year post op and see how much I’ve changed. I want to lose 10lbs and then I truly think I’ll be happy (I swear I’m not crazy)

It’s so wild going from a size 6/8 to a 2/4 lol plastic surgery is so worth it if you do it slow, go to the best, and make tweaks

*peak week entails

Mani + pedi

Hair Botox

Brazilian wax (will get laser when I get back)

Eyelash extensions

Facial

Due to the location I going to I’m not getting a spray tan but that would usually be on the list.

[rainhalydia]

Murder, tax fraud - take 2

I've posted a bit of this before, but I've retouched the part posted a bit since, so I'm posting what will amount to a first chapter at once here. Just finished writing this silliness literally this minute after MONTHS of nothing, so I'm very happy. Will probably post on Ao3 once I've edited it a bit.

Behold, Minshan and Wangji's modern AU sexcapade:

The Jianghu is located on a three-store building, the front a refined affair of muted colors and understated refinement. The reception area is more four generation law firm than gym. There is not a whiff of sweat in the air or grease stains anywhere. Even with coming here for a year already, Su Minshan is still shocked at… well, everything about it. These days, he makes an effort to hide his awe. He knows better than to show any appreciation for what others take for granted.

Old money does things differently. He has his own gym equipment at home – weights, mats, treadmill, an ergonomic bike when he feels like taking in some fresh air – but as with everything else, coming here is not about exercising. It’s about seeing and being seen. Networking. Casual conversation in the hallways. Someone vaguely remembering your face when you cross paths on an actual business setting, and that faint recognition landing you an advantage, however small. Things that don’t come naturally to Su Minshan, which makes every small step forwards all that more crucial.

A part of him still scoffs at such a thing as an exclusive gym. He would have thought the price would be the only real barrier, an invisible but almost insurmountable deterrent, but the elite can’t have any contact with the riff-raff, not for anything as mundane as cardio or weight training. It took bribing and favors to get an invite here. When it finally arrived, it came in a golden-trimmed scroll, a password written in perfect calligraphy. So expensive Su Minshan almost felt unworthy of touching it.

He knows he is worthy of it all. He has actually worked for all he has, earned his good fortune and success. He deserves it much more than the plethora of heirs and trophy wives here, it’s an objective fact. And yet, he always feels out of place among these people who should be his peers, their silence judgment or indifference weighting on him more than the barbell he’s lifting dutifully.

The feeling increases tenfold the day Lan Wangji walks through the door.

He turns heads as he passes, as it’s to be expected. His face is perfect, even more so than in his teen years, for not even that peerless beauty had escaped a few pimples. He’s filled out too, adolescent lankness replaced by bulging muscle. If the world was fair, Minshan would say Lan Wangji had been through at least a few lipo to attain such a completely sculpted shape. As it is, he can believe he is all natural.

Of course he doesn’t notice Su Minshan. Unlike the nightmare hall monitor, virtuoso musician, star athlete that helped parents shatter the confidence of all Chinese-American kids in school, Su Minshan had been a nobody. He studied hard, got good grades, and tried his best at extracurriculars, but nothing that could grab the attention of Lan Wangki, much less amount to something like a proper rival for him.

Still, something in him burns seeing his old one-sided nemesis walk by, long shiny hair flowing behind him like he carries his own portable, invisible wind-machine for a shampoo ad effect everywhere. It would be less humiliating if he had an actual wind-machine on him. Then Minshan’s own hair, plastered to his nape, wouldn’t be so offensive.

Before he can talk himself out of it, he positions himself next to Lan Wangji and watches, arms crossed, as he goes through a series on the bench press. Three repetitions of forty, three plates each side. No spotter.

He doesn’t wait for Lan Wangji to wipe away the sweat or put away the weights. He barely waits for Lan Wangji to vacate the bench. As soon as the man is up, Su Minshan takes his place.

He can bench six plates just fine, though usually with less repetitions. It doesn’t matter now. He copies Lan Wangji’s series, arms straining under the unfamiliar push on top of having done his own training already, and only stops when he has finished the whole thing.

There’s no helping the self-satisfied smirk on his face when he’s done. Take that, Lan Wangji! You’re not the only strong guy here!

The smirk grows when he sees that Lan Wangji has been watching him, as openly as Su Minshan had done.

With a nod, Lan Wangji goes to the next exercise – the abductor. Of course perfect Lan Wangji doesn’t skip leg day. Then, he looks at Su Minshan, making sure he’s watching, and starts his series.

It’s uncomfortable, this time, to watch Lan Wangji open and close his legs. It’s impossible to not notice the bulge in his groin, perfectly tucked in and yet so big that it cannot be hidden; the movements just draw the eye there! And of course Lan Wangji is not only bigger than Su Minshan, but bigger than most porn stars. That tracks with his life.

Still, Su Minshan watches, flustered and angry about it, until Lan Wangji is done. Then he does the same thing as before: jumps on the machine as soon as it’s vacated, repeats the exercise precisely like Lan Wangji did.

They go on like this through what must be Lan Wangji’s full routine, and then some.

At the final exercise, Su Minshan’s leg betrays him. His calf cramps, contracting painfully, and he falls on his ass instead of completing his squat.

He mutters a curse under his breath as he massages the traitorous muscle. Lan Wangji looms over him, undefeated. Nothing new about that, except for the conceited smirk on his lips. Su Minshan sees it as he looks up and almost forgets to be annoyed: barely there, it’s the most expression he’s ever seen on Lan Wangji’s face.

“Shower,” Lan Wangji commands, looking down on him, and turns around, effectively ending their impromptu competition.

Su Minshan splutters a protest, red-faced on all the wall-length mirrors in the room. He watches as Lan Wangji once again commanders all the attention from every eye as he exits, thankfully leaving Minshan to get up and drag himself around, leg still spasming, with some privacy.

A contrarian part of him wants to refuse to retrace Lan Wangji’s steps. Why should he obey him? Who is he to give Su Minshan orders? But he’s not a kid anymore. He’s not about to go home sweaty, disrupting his day even more, to give a figurative middle finger to someone not even looking his direction to see it anymore.

He gives his back a literal middle finger instead.

When he enters the bathroom, Lan Wangji is sat on a bench close to the lockers, a leg crossed over the opposite knee, arms crossed, a shower kit on his lap. Waiting for something. He doesn’t move when Su Minshan enters, nor does he turn his eyes away as Minshan undresses, uncouth and uncaring about it as always.

Su Minshan shoves his dirty clothes in his bag with haste, slipping quickly into a shower stall, feeling inadequate and judged. Maybe he’s not as chiseled as fucking Lan Wangji, but it’s not like he has anything to be ashamed of. Fuck stupid Lan Wangji.

To add insult to injury, the shower refuses to give him any hot water. He gets a violent lukewarm blast to the face and a gush up his nostrils.

Fuck this stupid shower. Fuck this stupid rich people gym.

He’s still coughing when he hears footsteps approaching. Then the stall door opening. He turns around, alarmed, and almost falls on his ass again when he slips on some leftover soap from somebody’s else shower.

Lan Wangji stops his fall by grabbing his forearm.

Casually, like he hasn’t just invaded another guy’s shower, he closes the door behind him. They stand in the spacious cabin, staring at each other, Lan Wangji’s freakishly long fingers around his arm the only point of contact between them. Lan Wangji makes no move to kick him out of his own shower. So, no, despite being completely naked, he’s not here to steal Minshan’s cubicle in some weird power play. Nor could he have miraculously predicted Minshan snapping his neck and decided to interfere to save the gym staff the clean-up; not even perfect Lan Wangji, the next stage of human evolution, has developed that kind of foresight.

Su Minshan is all out of ideas about what is happening.

It dawns on him all at once, though, when Lan Wangji reaches for his cock.

Su Minshan watches, fascinated, as Lan Wangji generously pumps him to half-mast with a soft palm that’s nonetheless dry as fuck. He’s had his own gym hook-ups, of course. He’s cruised before. Never in a million years he’d have acted like he did if he was trying to seduce someone into his pants. But that’s what passes for flirting on Lan Wangji’s mind.

It soon becomes clear that as mind-blowing as that insight into Lan Wangji’s thought process was, it’s also incomplete. Su Minshan watches with a sense of both amusement and doom as the gears clearly go on turning in Lan Wangji’s brain and translate into astonishing actions. Minshan’s lost their competition, true, and that apparently means a two-minute handjob is all he gets before Lan Wangji clearly grows bored with it. His dick is also, absurdly, half-hard despite no touching yet, despite Minshan’s hands lying flat and disinterested at the side of his body. He finds something about this bizarre bathroom adventure enticing despite all odds. Or perhaps he’s that horny behind his mask of indifference.

The cherry on top, Minshan reflects, is that having won their little dispute, Lan Wangji thinks that has entitled him to top. He abandons the useless pursuit of trying to arouse Su Minshan further and presses on his waist to make him turn around. When he doesn’t turn, he slips his hands behind Minshan to knead at his ass and graze fingertips at his hole. It’s a forceful touch, with much more strength than necessary, and yet Minshan hesitates. He could stop this now with a word. He’s no more inclined to like Lan Wangji than he was before entering the strange parallel universe of this shower stall, but the man is objectively hot. Out of Su Minshan’s league entirely, some would say.

In the end he turns, more out of curiosity than anything else.

Lan Wangji, it must be said, is efficient about it. He’s focused. Once he’s inside, he hones in on Su Minshan’s prostrate like a fucking precision missile. He pistons in and out like a man possessed. Like a sex machine.

Mechanical is the exact word that flows gently into Minshan’s mind as he’s plowed into.

The only hiccup is at the start, when Lan Wangji tries to enter him dry, despite the weapon of mass destruction he carries between his legs. Su Minshan has to turn back with a “hey!” and slather his cock with the gym’s expensive soap before he can damage anything. Aside from that, it’s perhaps the most perfectly choreographed quickie Minshan has ever lived through. Perhaps the most perfectly choreographed quickie in the story of all mankind.

Lan Wangji comes inside without asking, like the rude asshole he is. By then, Minshan has long since flagged. He’s counting the drops of water running down the wall tiles for entertainment when it happens: with a stronger thrust, Lan Wangji flattens his hips against his ass checks, going as deep as humanly possible, and groans on Minshan’s ear.

Orgasm makes him generous again. He’s barely pulled out when he reaches a hand around Minshan again to cup his flaccid cock.

“No need,” Minshan says, batting his hand away as he turns around.

Lan Wangji’s face shifts into smugness again, an unfairly good look on him. He clearly thinks that he’s some sex god that made his partner come untouched. It’s possible that that’s even something that happens to him, Minshan thinks; some people are into being used as a sentient fleshlight, and those kind of freaks would be in heaven with Lan Wangji, human jackhammer.

Su Minshan is willing to accept his own share of guilty in this case. His satisfied smile, fixed on his face despite his best efforts since Lan Wangji’s first thrust, is certainly doing nothing to disabuse the man of that impression.

He keeps smiling, somewhat more subdued, as he showers and dresses himself. He smiles as he nods goodbye to Lan Wangji, as he leaves the gym and walks to his car on the parking lot. He even smiles through a wince when he sits on the leather seat, at the reminder of the earlier act.

Lan Wangji is bad at sex. Perfect, unbeatable Lan Wangji who knows no defeat in any area of life, is terrible at sex.

Su Minshan raises a toast with the long-forgotten bottle in the cup-holder before starting his car. The room temperature tap water tastes like victory.

He glows the rest of the day.

[sithlich]

I ALWAYS mention having DDD cups before top surgery because i think it's very formative to my personality. It felt completely surreal to go from DDD to flat. I still have a lot of fat under my arms (underarm lipo cost extra) and I'm still quite hourglass shaped. As soon as I woke up from surgery it felt like a huge literal and physical weight was lifted off me. The dysphoria was like tinnitus or water torture, constant drip feed that would sometimes escalate into a full on meltdown when I had to get dressed. I feel so unbelievably lucky when I get dressed every day now. Being able to just throw on any shirt and pants and being dressed in 5 minutes or less feels like magic, still 6 years later.

[cloudninetonine]

An ethereal figure made of light watched as her poor hero fell to his knees sobbing. Solid white eyes filled with tears of their own as their heart ached with sorrow, why couldn’t fate be nice to him for once? They floated over to the weeping boy, glowing hair flowing as if underwater, and gently wrapped their arms around him, trying their best to shield him from the cruel world around them. The island around them slowly disappeared as they tried to sooth the pinkish-blonde’s broken heart. A soft, wavering voice, barely louder than a whisper, soon rang out. “Aloha ʻoe, aloha ʻoe~” the voice quivered slightly, “E ke onaona noho i ka lipo~” Though this was far from the first time he’d heard the song, Link still couldn’t recognize the language nor understand it. The Triforce was seemingly unable to translate it and no matter how hard he looked, he couldn’t find a single place with that exact language. There were a few that were similar, but there was always some detail that was missing. He briefly wondered if maybe it was a precursor-variant… “One fond embrace, a hoʻi aʻe au~” A protective squeeze pulled him out of his thoughts, and he found himself hugging back instinctively, tear-streaked face buried in the spirit’s chest. The song left a bittersweet taste in his mouth. He’d long since learned that it marked when his guide neared the end of their stay and it felt like a shaky, desperate promise (or maybe even a disguised plea to the goddesses) that they’d see each other again someday. “Until we meet again…~”

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I’m sorry, this got stuck in my brain and I had to share. 

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Well this was both beautiful and gut-wrenching KLJ.DEHKEDF

THANK YOU PIXIE

[princessbubblegumandjustice]

In 2 weeks I’m getting skin removed and lipo. After 90 pounds of weight loss I’ve made the decision to remove extra skin and stubborn fat in my upper arms, armpit, and bra area.

Super excited to see the results and hopefully it helps me feel like my weight loss is more complete. In a way I’ve felt punished for losing weight, paying for better health with stretched skin and areas that seem untouched.

Good things are coming ⭐️

[plasticsurgeondelhi]

Liposuction is one of the most popular cosmetic procedure in both men and women. It is nowadays known by many different terms like Liposculpture, Lipo or Lipoplasty. It is a surgical procedure which evacuates excess fat deposits from the body that have not been responding to diet and exercise. This procedure helps in improving body contours and proportions and can safely be performed on most of the body areas including face, neck, arms, abdomen, back, thigh, chest and thighs.