#but that doesn't have to be weight lifting

[yuuchama]

Sometime during the VDC training camp, when everyone on team Night Raven is sleeping over at Ramshackle Dorm:

Ramshackle Dorm has no shortage of spare rooms, but their condition is another story. You've managed to get enough of them decently clean. They're not as nice as your room, which has had far more time invested in it and is well lived in, but your groupmates should be able to spend a few days at the dorm without issue and are more than free to tidy up rooms as they please.

Yet on one of the first nights, you hear the door of your room creak open. It's dark and you can't see the intruder, though you know it's not one of the ghosts. The approaching footsteps aren't as heavy as Grim's, even after he's cleared out the entire fridge in one sitting. You're also pretty confident Grim is fast asleep beside you.

"Hello?" You groggily lift your head and call out to the intruder. If it's anything malicious, you hope the ensuing scuffle will cause enough noise to wake everyone else up.

A weight pushes the edge of your mattress down and there's a gentle touch at your shoulder. "Prefect, do you mind if I spend the rest of the night here?"

"Jamil?"

You almost don't recognize him in the dark with his hair down. You feel around for a bedside light. Grim groans in his sleep when it clicks on and turns over, shielding his eyes with tiny arms.

Jamil looks exhausted. "Please, I'd really appreciate if you could let me sleep here tonight."

"Yeah, sure. Of course." Maybe it's the sleep addling your brain or your trust in Jamil. You see no reason to turn down his request and didn't question why he was coming to you instead of Kalim. You nudge Grim over to make room for one more on the bed.

The vice housewarden does his best to fit in the cramped sleeping conditions, assuring "I'll pay you back for this. Thank you."

He's turned towards the wall, back touching your side so that he doesn't fall. You wait to make sure he's fully secure in bed before turning off the light. In the calm that follows, you notice he's almost imperceptibly shaking. Sure, the dorm is cold, but not that cold. Especially with three in one bed.

"Jamil, are you okay?" The longer you spend awake, the more concerning this whole situation feels.

"I'm fine. Goodnight, Prefect." Jamil already has his eyes shut and seems adamant about not discussing things further.

"Okay... Goodnight."

You lay down and silence settles over the room once more. It's really warm between your two friends. Sleep is quick to catch up to you, you find yourself nodding off within minutes of your head touching the pillow.

Before you fully drift off, Jamil turns to face you. His hair drapes over the side of the bed and he places a hand on your pillow, lightly grazing your cheek.

"Thanks again," he whispers. "I feel a lot better with you here. Your room doesn't have bugs on the wall."

[leighsartworks216]

Next To You

Zayne x gn!Reader

Rushed to get this typed and posted before 5am cuz Zayne would want me to go back to bed 💀 If only he was carrying be there 😔

Warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, established relationship, sleepiness, literal sleeping together, cuddling

Word Count: 970

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Zayne quietly steps into the apartment. The lights are all off, unsurprising for the late hour. You must already be in bed.

He places his keys and wallet into the bowl by the door and toes off his shoes. He tucks them away, right next to yours. He shrugs off his coat and hangs it up, right next to yours. He can never ignore the warmth in his chest from seeing your belongings right beside his. The thought of living without your intrusions is a terrible one; he hopes he never has to ever again.

As he heads toward the bedroom, he pulls off his tie and glasses. Slowly, as silently as possible, he pushes open the door. He looks at the bed. He opens the door completely and steps in with a confused frown.

You're not here. Odd, considering your bike is still in the garage, and you would have told him if you were going anywhere tonight.

He sets his glasses and tie down on the dresser. He knocks softly and peeks into the en suite bathroom, but finds it just as empty. He heads back into the hall. For as much as he wants to change, slip into some pajamas and put his tie and glasses away in their proper places, if he needs to go out again to find you, he'd rather be prepared for that possibility.

He pokes his head into the guest bedroom. Thankfully, the bed is still made, so you aren't purposefully avoiding sleeping alongside him. He glances over the living room, but you're not on the couch. He peeks into the kitchen, but it's empty, too.

At last, he opens the door to your shared office. The room was split in two, but over time your belongings have bled over to his "side". It became easier, then, to just move the desks to be right beside each other. It's not often at all that you both are working, but he's always happy to stick by while you work, and you've done the same for him, without him ever needing to ask.

He smiles, shoulders relaxing and mind calming, as he spots you slumped over your desk, illuminated by a single lamp. Your head rests on your crossed arms, cheek squished and hair untidy. Your laptop is open, but dark.

He rubs a gentle hand across your back. "Love?" he calls softly.

You hum and take a deep breath in. He calls your name this time, trying to draw you back to the conscious world for even a brief moment. You sigh this time, a slight noise of discontent slipping out as you shift. Your head is wobbly as you lift it from your arms. You can barely get your eyes open just a crack to blankly look up at him.

He smiles and frees a hair stuck in the corner of your mouth, pushing it back with the rest. "It's time for bed, my love."

You close your eyes again. He's not sure you fully grasp his words, until you sit up in the chair and lift your arms toward him. He chuckles softly.

Bending down between your arms, he guides them over his shoulders. They automatically join behind his neck, however loose that hold may be. Your head finds his shoulder as he leans the rest of the way to slide his hands under your thighs. With all the ease of having done this before - more than he wishes it would happen, if he's being honest with himself - he lifts you into his arms with your legs to one side of his hips, straightening back up and adjusting to your weight so he doesn't fall. You are never too heavy for him, but gravity can be a cruel mistress to an unprepared victim in the making.

"Can you turn off the light?" he whispers into your ear. It takes a moment to register, but you blearily peek just enough to see and reach out gracelessly to turn off the lamp for him. He kisses your head, and carries you to bed.

He lays you down on your side of the bed, still unmade from this morning. He holds your forearms and tries to free himself from your hold. You retaliate by holding on tighter, pulling him down closer to you. "My love, I need to get changed."

You hum in disagreement. Yawning, you say, "You look great already."

He chuckles. "It's not my looks I'm worried about so much as my comfort," he says. He lifts your arms from around his neck with some trouble. You whine from the loss, pouting and trying to grab onto him again. He avoids your attempts. "I'll only be a minute."

Zayne goes back to his nightly routine. He grabs his tie from the dresser and hangs it back in place before stripping himself of his work attire. The long pants and soft t-shirt he picks out are much better suited to sleep. He grabs his glasses from the dresser and replaces them where they belong on his nightstand. By the time he's slipping under his neatly made side of the bed, you're fast asleep once more.

He lays on his side to face you. If only you could see the overwhelming fondness and adoration in his eyes right now as he pulls your blankets up over you. As he reaches under them to gently guide you into his arms so he can hold you close and press his nose to your hair. As he breathes you in deeply and allows himself to completely relax and let go of the day's stress. As he whispers a quiet oath of love to you and kisses your head to seal it forever in the chambers of his heart.

This is where he belongs: right next to you.

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[biting-miguel-ohara]

Cabin - Logan Howlett x ftm!Reader

A/N: Written for this request. I hope I did it okay. I left a lot of things vague, but I didn't wanna make up a situation for this one. Also, if anyone saw this post early, no you didn’t

I hope Logan doesn't come off as too ooc. Writing him getting angry around Reader didn't feel right for the request, so l wrote it like this instead

CW: crying, unsafe driving (due to crying), family fights, Reader has a toxic mother, I think this counts as hurt/comfort?, more crying, quiet comfort, cuddling, kissing, hugging, Logan's more of an actions guy than a words guy, hopeful ending sorta?, ooc Logan

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You were crying while driving. It’s a little bit disheartening; how well you know this road by now. How easily you can navigate it, even with your tear-blurred vision.

But you don’t stop. You can’t. Where else do you go?

It’s not the first time you’ve driven up this road after a fight with your mother. But this time was different.

You’d finally gotten the courage to come out to her. To set her straight about who you really are. And of course, everything had fallen apart the moment you’d spoken the words, “I’m trans.”

Hell hath no fury like your mother. Even now, you flinch at the memory. You push it out of your mind forcefully. The last thing you want is to start bawling and have to pull over.

Pulling over means stopping. And stopping means facing the fact that you have four boxes in the back of your car, filled with everything she let you take.

All too soon, you’re arriving at your destination. Logan’s house. It’s small. Tucked away in the mountains. Cozy, with a beautiful view.

It’s become your safe place. The one place your mother’s too scared to venture. It’s home.

And now it may really become your home.

You take the time to clean your face up. Making it look a little less like you’ve been crying. He’ll be able to tell; you already know. But it helps you focus on something.

Finally, you exit your car. You leave the boxes in the back, taking only yourself as you walk up to the front door. His truck is in the driveway, so you open the door without knocking.

“Logan?”

“In the living room.” His voice is gruff and immediately soothing. Just the sound has a weight lifting off your shoulders.

You go further in, toeing off your shoes at the doorway.

He’s lounging in the living room, comfortably sprawled on the couch. He’s reading a book, though he puts it down once you enter. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

Something breaks in your chest at his question. Your heart, maybe. Tears spring to your eyes and your voice comes out shaky. “I got kicked out.”

Logan sits up, beckoning you to come closer. “Come here. Tell me what happened.”

You make it into the safety of his arms before everything spills out with a sob. And oh, you tell him everything.

You can feel him tense as you speak, but he never gets angry. He never says anything. He just holds you.

Once you’re all done, he rubs your back. Quietly soothing you into soft hiccups of breath. Your tears have all dried up, leaving your eyes itchy and sore. You feel like shit, except for the fact that you're with him.

“Say something?” You whisper.

He rumbles out a sigh. “I’m here for you. Whatever you need. A place to stay, a voice against her. I’ll do whatever it is you want me to.”

You think about what you want. What you need. “I want to stay here. Will you help me get the boxes out of my car?”

He pulls you in for a gentle kiss and nods. But he hesitates before getting up. “No matter who you are, you’re always safe here. You’re always safe to be yourself.”

It’s gruffly said, but clearly heartfelt. You know he’s rarely so direct about it; preferring unspoken ways of love to words. But he’s doing it for you.

You hug him tightly, a silent appreciation of his words. He’s never been one for grandiose displays of affection or comfort. Instead, he’s your cabin in the mountains. Quiet. Steady. Always there when you need it.

It gives you hope. Confidence. Logan’s got your back. Whatever you decide to do, whatever ways you choose to continue on, he’ll go with you.

It gives you the strength to stand up, gather your shoes, and lead him out to finally face the boxes in your car.

No matter what, you’ve got Logan. And she can never take that away from you.

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[randomingoftherandomness]

Oooo idea

Zhou Yichen is captured/tortured, ZYZ to the rescue, followed by whump/wound tending/healing sex/comfort

Thank you :)

They've kept him somewhere so dark, he can't even see the tip of his nose. The hours have blurred together into a cycle of pain and shadows. Yichen's captors haven't said a word to him through it all. Even when he finally started screaming.

There are probably drugs involved. Yichen is sure of it. He's so out of his own body that it feels like he is swimming in his head.

"Xiao Zhuo-daren..."

Ah. He is hallucinating that demon's voice. By way of voices, it's not the worst. If anything, it's pretty nice. Smooth, soothing, and attractive when he allows himself to be honest about it. Especially when he's teasing Yichen. It makes him so mad whenever he gets under his skin, but that always goes away so fast when Zhou Yuanzhou's voice goes a bit melodic.

The hallucination chuckles. "Do you like my voice that much, Xiao Zhuo-daren?"

Yichen licks his lips before saying yes. Because that's the truth, isn't it? Despite the blood debt, despite the hurt and hate, despite this thread of vengeance that ties them both together, Yichen likes Zhao Yuanzhou.

Likes the teasing because that means his focus is on him. Likes how the demon is gentle and kind, even when it isn't acknowledged. Likes how he is this strong pillar of support that Yichen has begun to rely on. How he is the one Yichen turns to. How even if he dies here, bleeding out and broken in the darkness, Yichen won't ever let his captors know a thing about Zhao Yuanzhou.

There's a quiet in the darkness and Yichen thinks he's alone again when he hears a soft hum cut through the air.

A weight settles around him and for the first time in many days, Yichen feels warm. His mind swims when careful hands slide under his shoulders and waist, lifting him up, holding him close.

Yichen curls into the solid heat against his cheek, feeling a sense of settledness he hasn't had for the longest time.

He thinks someone kisses the crown of his head. He isn't sure, because the next thing he hears is a soft. "Dream now, sweetling."

When he wakes, the light burns into the backs of his eyes.

"Close."

An immediate sensation of demon magic prickles in the air and Yichen hears the sounds of the shutters falling shut and the curtains around the bed falling out of their usual hold. "Is this better?"

Yichen slowly blinks his eyes open again, letting himself adjust to the dimness in the room. He looks up to see Zhao Yuanzhou sitting by him, watching him with a serene sort of tilt of his head.

"Yes. Thanks." He manages around the dryness in his throat. "Can I--"

A cup of tea materialises in the demon's hand and he holds it out to Yichen. "Thanks." He says again, decidedly not trying to think about how the demon is languidly sprawled out on the bed next to him.

"Before you ask, you were out for two days. Xiao Jiu healed most of your external wounds, but I did your inner injuries. You should be fine, though I'm sure Xiao Jiu would want to know if you feel otherwise."

Yichen hands him back the empty cup and allows the demon to help him into a seated position. "Have you been sitting here the entire time?"

"Yes." The great demon chirps, smiling so wide, Yichen can see the gleam of his teeth in the darkness. "I was watching you sleep."

It was disconcerting, to say the least, but Yichen lets it slide, focusing on orienting his inner core instead. When the demon doesn't speak, Yichen decides to be the one who says it first. "I know I said some things back there. Things I would have rather I did not say. Things I would have hoped you never know."

"If you're trying to say that you hope I forget what you said about my voice, you can forget it. I'm holding on to this one forever." Zhao Yuanzhou laughs. It is a good sound. Yichen holds on to it, anchors his attention on the melody of it when a hand slides into his own.

"And I won't hold you to the rest."

Throat clicking around a swallow, he squeezes the hand in his. "Thank you." Yichen whispers and means it. He doesn't fight it when he is pulled into an embrace, held tightly and securely. Closing his eyes, he relaxes into the soft lullaby that the demon hums for him.

[butlervibesonly]

𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑤𝑜 || Austin Butler

• Summary : Austin is training for a new role, and he has to be fit and formed, and he asked Y/n to be his company. But who would have thought seeing his girlfriend workout make him crazy?

• Pairing : Austin Butler x female! reader

• Warnings : making out, I think?

• Note : Yo, you see what I see in that photo up there? THESE BICEPS I'MMA GO CRAZY 😩

You don't consider yourself someone who hits the gym everyday, but you don't hesitate keeping your body fit, but who would have thought you and Austin would go on a random Wednesday evening to the gym? You guys are spending time in New York as Austin's getting ready for a another movie. He has to have a toned body and big muscles for this role, and you like that idea.

So you both decided to go the gym. It's around 7pm - you two decided it'll be better to go this late, so that there are not too many people. You’re not quite as enthusiastic, but his infectious energy convinces you to give it a go.

You start with some stretches, and Austin's already making you laugh, giving you tips with an exaggerated, “trainer” voice. “Alright, we’re going for a deep stretch,” he says, showing you a move with a grin, “and make sure to breathe. Just follow my lead.”

"Austin, you're no trainer, stop!" you laughed at his seriousness. Austin stands back up from the stretch and smirks at you. "Then pretend, baby," he says. He is so cute and funny, as he's trying to be so serious.

After the stretches, Austin suggests doing some cardio he's used to from his coach, and you try to keep up, but soon you’re both out of breath, laughing as you push each other to go faster.

"Do you wanna try the dumbbell?" he asks after a while. It certainly wasn't something you would refuse, but you would need help. "If you care to help me," you grinned and Austin nodded. You took the dumbbell and the weight quickly hit your body.

"Hold it tight and steady. Try to pull it towards you and down again." he says, his hand on your back. He watches you for a while, and he can't take his eyes off of you. There is something about seeing the way your body moves.

You're more focused on lifting the dumbbell correctly and properly, but you notice how his eyes are literally glued to you. You cant help but smile. "Watcha looking at?"

"Uh, I- What did you say?" Austin stutters, being brought to reality. He then quickly moves to you to help you put the barbell down. He stands behind you and his arms slipping around your body. As Austin puts it down, his arms wraps around your waist

You can feel his breath on your neck, as he kisses you. "Austin," you put your hands on his. But that's nothing to interrupt him. He turns you around to face him and pulls you closer. "You're so beautiful," is all he says before crashing his lips against yours.

The kiss is passionate, almost deep. He doesn't resist it and his hands travels around your body. Thankfully, you're here alone. "Austin," you say again, breathlessly. He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.

“Okay,” he admits, “working out with you is definitely more fun than solo sessions.” You both laugh, taking your stuff and heading to the changing rooms. “We should do this more often,” Austin says softly, his voice a little gentler now.

"Well, only if you manage to behave." you give him a playful nudge, but he pulls you back in, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before leading you out of the gym. This definitely turned into something else, but you're not complaining. Also, how even could, right?

[astr-venus]

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｡⁠☆Cw: suggestive, she/her, black reader, swearing

Katsuki came home from work early today. Not that you were aware. You, who's still in the middle of cooking dinner while blasting some song that Katsuki can't understand. It's melodic, smooth, and so so sensual. Katsuki may not be able to understand the English song lyrics, but just from the sound he can get the gist.

You don't have the best singing voice in your own opinion, but Katsuki is entranced just from the sound of it carrying through your shared home. He feels like he's floating as slowly follows the melody through the house, not bothering to take off anything except his shoes. He completely skips past the bedroom as well, uncomfortable clothes be damned, all he can think about is seeing you.

It's like a weight lifted when you enter his sight, and simultaneously a brick is placed in his chest. He just barely peaks around the corner, not wanting to interrupt your gentle singing, nor your sybaritic dancing.

It's not like he's never seen you dance before, and by no means are you genuinely shy — plus with enough liquor in your system anything is possible — but it's different seeing you in your element. He can't control how thickly he swallows, or the heat rushing in his chest and his cheeks. He fears he resembles some sort of stupid looking tomato, and god it's so embarrassing how worked up he still gets just from looking at you. He feels like an idiotic high schooler who can't keep it in his pants. Fuck, he feels so full of disgustingly mushy emotions he doesn't know what to do with it all. Katsuki swears he'll kill you if you don't get to him first.

He swallows again watching you rub your hands up your body as you whine your hips in the air. The stove lighting feels more like a spotlight as he stares, your brown skin seeming to glisten in the yellow-orange glow. He has half a mind to just wander into your bedroom and relieve himself before you even know he's home, but tearing his eyes away feels like a crime.

With a flourish you swing your hair around, giggling at yourself when the stiff parts of your curls barely move an inch. You let out a shriek when you finally catch Katsuki standing in the door way, one of the knives you used to chop vegetables seeming to magically appear in your hands. Call Katsuki crazy if you want to, but he can feel his body practically catch on fire when the tip of your knife just barely catches his Adams apple.

What can he say. It's hot as fuck that you know how to protect yourself, whether you're a prohero or not. If he has to go out this way, surrounded by the smell of the dinner his girlfriend cooked him, her eyes glinting with something both powerful and dangerous, well he'd say he must have some damn good karma. Fuck all that dying as a martyr shit, this is the best way to be sent to the grave by far.

"Katsuki..." You sigh, panic easing out of your muscles as you lower the knife. "You can't scare me like that."

Katsuki scowls, trying to hide the real reason his face is burning. "Shut the fuck up. You're the one waving that shit around. What have I told you about situational awareness, dumbass?"

He regrets his words as soon as your little frown over takes your features. He may have been a little harsh, damn it. It didn't even help either, his whole body still feels like it's on fire.

"Bad day at work, Katsu?"

You put the knife back on the counter, and bring your hands up to his face, because of course you do. Katsuki is already having a hard time keeping himself in check, and now you have to look at him with your stupid fucking sweet soft eyes. His chest feels like it's caving in on itself you're just making it worse. The worst part about it, is he even kind of likes it. God fucking damn it.

Katsuki places his hand behind your head and shoves your face into his chest, not able to look you in the eye when you're staring so tenderly. Your hands move downwards to rest on his back, allowing both of you to hold each other close. Katsuki scoffs.

"Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up?"

You giggle, and Katsuki decides for the who-knows-how-many-th time that he wants to hear that sound for the rest of his life. He doesn't know what he would do without your stupid fucking smile.

Woohoo !! Second post !!

Katsuki feels so much cuteness aggression that he literally gets a hard on. That's it. That's the fic.

I would say "someone save his poor soul 😔" but I fear you are what salvation looks like to him so there'd be no point.

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[novankenn]

Jaune Arc of Orleans

An Uncomfortable Journey

Seriously?" Jaune whined as he held a device of pure malice and dread in his hands. It was an amalgamation of plastics, metal and circuitry.

"Listen kid." the stubbly, grimy and partially drunk man accompanying him spoke. "You wanted to go to Beacon..."

"I NEED to go to Beacon!" Jaune snapped at Qrow. "I NEED to!"

"Okay, okay, take it down a notch." Qrow lifted his hands in a pacifying motion. "YOU need to be at Beacon and the only way your scary as fuck mom would let that happen is if ONE I escort you there myself. TWO I swear on my life that you will remain physically safe and unharmed."

Qrow took a swig from his flask before continuing.

"THREE that I guarantee that as she put it, some loose legged hussy didn't get her hands on you..." Qrow grumbled, "and FOUR that I make sure when we are not in our private quarters that you wear a chastity belt to preserve your virtue for your future wife."

"This is stupid!" Jaune shouted as he threw the abomination ineffectually against the wall of their cabin. "Girls don't..."

"Exactly. Girls don't, and to be honest most guys don't either... you however are... special."

"Yeah special." Jaune grumbled as he dropped his ass onto the second of the two narrow beds that lined the walls of the private cabin. "So special that I'm being auctioned off to the highest bidder as a husband."

"Jaune I'm sorry that you're in this situation. I am." Qrow offered, "But you are not so stupid to not understand what is going on. You're a male from a reputable and distinguished family."

"I know, and of course that fact that Orleans is not only sitting on massive light dust deposit as well as the largest and most accessible Mutable Dust deposit on Remnant."

"Yeah, both of which your family has controlling interest in."

"But not the capital resources to engage in efficient and full scale mining operations."

"I knew you were smart kid."

"Doesn't change anything." Jaune snapped.

"Didn't say it did." Qrow replied. "Now if you don't have anything else but complaints I suggest we both take this chance and have a nap."

"And if I don't feel like it and want to explore?"

"Put on the belt, and have at it." Qrow had to suppress a chuckle at the sudden downtrodden look that crossed the young man's boyish features. "You know I'll unlock it as soon as you get back."

"I still hate it." Jaune grumbled.

"Then have a nap, or read something on your scroll. Play a game, or pray." Qrow suggested, "Just DO NOT leave this room without that belt on, or your mom will skin and tan both our asses. Understood?"

"Yeah, yeah." Jaune muttered as he climbed fully on to his bunk and rolled over his back facing Qrow who was lounging on his own bunk. Qrow remained flat on his back, his head tilted just enough that he could keep an eye on his travelling companion.

Qrow understood Jaune's frustrations. But there wasn't much that he could do to ease them. That damnable plague had forever changed the ratio of male to female... in the favor of females. Which did provide some plentiful opportunities for the more adventurous men of the world. But for those males born into more affluent or traditionalist leaning families, it was a suffocating weight upon their shoulders.

Being male was almost a curse. Your options for employment, schooling, recreation were severely limited by politicians, doctors and officials intent on keeping what remained of the those human and faunus that bore the XY chromosomes.

Qrow was an outlier. HIs skills, temperament and semblance making him much more suited for a role that for the last century and a half was a female dominated occupation. Yet as he watched his young charge, slowly succumb to sleep, Qrow thought that Jaune could be an outlier like himself. That thought caused the often drunken man to sigh, and silently hope that he was mistaken.

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Mutable Dust = A rare gray coloured dust that when mixed with other dusts takes on the properties of said dust. The ration is 30/70, so if 6 kilos of pure fire dust is cut with 2 kilos of mutable dust you in fact now have the equivalent of 8 kilos of pure fire dust.

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there's a lift of daithi's brows at elio's comment , stifling the laugh mostly that wanted to bubble up . he sure could fire back quickly when stressed out , something he never held against him . he rather enjoyed the determination that it always set the other in . like now , tasked with a challenge to help viveka , someone he wasn't that that fond of just yet but would help nonetheless . it warmed his heart though , seeing him take charge a bit to help someone in need instead of letting emotions simmer and get in the way . though his nose crinkles just a little at elio mentioning that he's spoken a lot about her . he doesn't mean too , and he feels a little bad about it in the moment because did it upset him when it happened ? he'd have to store this conversation for another time .

he's quick , though , once he sees viveka scooped up with relative ease from elio and jogging the few steps to close the distance to the truck . he pulls the door open and holds it to ensure it didn't try to shut on them . honestly , in charge elio was pretty hot , he wasn't even going to lie . it even caused a soft blush over his cheek bones and he nods a bit . ' i'm just going to check in with her really quick , yeah ? ' he assures softly , blue eyes on the taller male . ' thank you , though , ' he murmurs , leaning in to peck his cheek gently . he shifts in the door way , leaning against it with his hands on the roof area . ' you'll be okay until we get to the hospital ? we're going to the one a few minutes away - i rather you in better care than the one closer . on willis street . i won't try to lose you guys , but you know how to get there . ' which earns him a smile from her and nodding . he leans in to press a kiss to her forehead before he backs up to shut the door and join elio by the driver side of the truck .

he moves into the seat , hand going down to the button to put the seat forward and back , showing him how to adjust that minimally - he was shorter than elio after all . then his foot is on the brake and he touches the start button , offering a smile . ' pretty simple . just press which gear you need - drive , reverse , park . ' he goes over while pointing . he also sets lane assist on since it was dark and didn't want elio to struggle to see the lines of the road since it is a bigger vehicle . he slides out of the now running truck , blue eyes up on him again . ' you'll be okay ? we'll talk later , yeah ? ' he murmurs softly before leaning up and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips . ' and thank you , by the way . for stepping up . ' he offers him one last peck on the lips before he's moving to the toppled bike and putting his weight in it to get up before sliding the helmet on and making sure it starts , sitting in idle to wait for elio to get comfortable and put it in drive before he moves off .

viveka can't help the little laugh that comes at elio's little jab at daithi , shaking her head . they seemed to get along perfectly even in person and it warmed her heart to see it . ' has he now ? ' he questions with a raised brow before smiling just a little bit . ' nice to officially meet you too , though . ' she's heard a lot about elio over the past couple months . she could tell daithi was excited for elio to be making plans to see him and she hated that she had to interrupt their time together because of a clumsy mistake . however there's a tiny squeak at how easily she was scooped up into the other's arms , her arms going around his neck to keep herself up . green eyes look over his face for any struggle but there was nothing she could see . she looks to daithi who is going ahead to open the door and smiles at him , cheeks slightly blushed as well because of the situation .

she uses her hands to scoot herself into the truck a little more , nodding at his question . she's thankful daithi at least checks in with her before they're going to take off , nodding that she knew how to get there . though as she settles in the seat , she can't help but watch the exchange between the boys , the fondness in daithi's look to elio . not scared to give him a kiss in front of her either and it makes her happy to see that she hadn't dampened too much down between them . once elio is back in the truck , she hums briefly as if in thought . ' he's lucky , you know . ' she offers up as she hears her bike start ahead of them , glad it still runs . ' that he has someone like you . ' but she doesn't elaborate , resting back against the seat a bit as she watches daithi take the lead driving .

"You can be stubborn too when it comes to certain topics." Elio fires back while giving him a tentative smile. "I'm sure I can handle it."

His focus shifts back to Viveka. "Nice to officially meet you. Daithi has told me a lot about you." He has, without even realizing it. It all had been little comments or mentions, but after talking for so long, they all added up and gave him a bit of insight into what kind of person she was. This was, however, the first time he saw her with his own eyes.

"Let's try not to make it weird then," He says that although he isn't sure he will succeed, at least he can try. Viveka is short in comparison to him and when he gently scoops her up in his arms he notices that she also doesn't weigh much. This was not how he imagined their first meeting would go, then again life was full of surprises. "Daithi can you maybe open the car door for us? I would try to do it myself but I don't want to accidentally hurt her foot more. " That would make for a very bad first impression. He walks over to Daithi's car while holding onto her. Once the car door is open he gently sets her down in the back. "You okay like this?" He questions studying her face for any signs of discomfort.

Over his shoulder, he says to Daithi, "I promise I'll be careful with your truck. Can you start so I can get used to how your car works when you lead the way?"

[idiopathicsmile]

i am absolutely not making a new years' resolution to lift weights more but at the same time i guess there is no harm in just periodically dipping in to check: have we as a society yet solved what is in my mind the greatest problem with strength training, which is that it is incredibly boring? like, i know it is good for you. my dad is essentially chris traeger from parks and rec; believe me, i am very aware it is good for you. but god does my entire consciousness rebel at the notion of spending an entire half an hour just counting sets or whatever, multiple times a week, for the rest of my life.

[peterbwatsonparker]

spider-man is so funny because his upper bound of strength is however much he needs to hold out. he needs to throw cars around? hes got it. he needs to land a (small) plane because his aunt is on it? he's got it. he need to act as a support beam for the daily bugle so it doesn't collapse? somehow he's also got it.

someone asks him how much is his actual max bench press and he just goes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[tucsonhorse]

We do! We need big sized playgrounds for adults to run and jump and goof around in!

I personally really enjoy lifting weights, when I pick up big heavy things I get a high like a runners high (which has never been something I actually got), but I have no judgement for other people not wanting to.

And what humans really need is just a lot of movement, no matter whether that's running, jumping, lifting, whatever. And playgrounds are perfect for that! Adults need more play, it's good for humans mentally as well as physically.

[sataninsparkles]

I don't understand why people seem to dislike "Girl Dinner" and "Girl Math" so much.

Like, it's not about girls being unable to take care of themselves or make smart financial decisions. Girl Math is literally just about how under the capitalism small purchases that add up to a large number don't feel as expensive as one large purchase. It's the same phenomenon as being willing to pay $10 for a product but not $8 + $2 shipping. Or spending cash feeling different from spending on a credit card.

Or like why a bunch of people just started talking about how being a bimbo is just quirky sexism.

Yes, women can achieve great things, and they can be smart. We all support women's rights. But we gotta support women's wrongs as well.

After being told that you have to be smart and strong and do everything a man can do or you're a bad feminist and you're setting the movement back fifty years, the ability to just be dumb and carefree feels like taking off a bra.

Yes, women can be smart. But they can be dumb too. We can be weak and dumb and that doesn't make us "bad feminists" or "quirky sexists". It makes us human. And shaming women for their freedom to enjoy their life however they want is counterproductive. Men get to be as dumb as they want without shame, so why is it that when women are the ones who are dumb, you get offended and try to shame them into acting the way you want them to?

We can't have equality until you guys stop shaming women for every little thing they do. We can't have equality if we don't support women's wrongs.

[uwudonoodle]

My apologies to anyone at the gym who's noticed me wearing the same workout clothes 3 days in a row. They don't make many affordable workout clothes for short fat girls, and I also don't have my own washer and dryer. I'm just doing my best to maintain my body.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

winnie & bagel

[lvebug]

btw andie was able to pass the firefighter physical exam because tommy got her really into sports so he wouldn't have to interrupt his own gym routine so as a teenager and young adult andie spends all her free time playing pickup games of baseball and basketball with fully grown adult firefighters

[beast-of-gluttony]

Why can't I just get paid to sit around and get fat? Why do I gotta go outside and work 😭 It's not fair!