#forearm bicep tricep elbow

[mockerycrow]

aaaaah I'm so glad your askbox is open!! Could I possibly request Gaz and some body worship please?

➸ battle ready (gaz x gn!reader)

a/n; drabble/short fic !! you didn’t specify who was getting worshipped, so i made this about gaz getting worshipped :p enjoy! — pudgy, muscular men agenda btw

[warnings; extremely suggestive, soft, fluffy.]

In all senses of it, you loved Kyle’s body. Starting from the top, you love his prominent nose, the way it dips into his philtrum and cupid’s bow, his full lips. His strong brow bone and his wrinkles along his forehead, the smile lines ingrained in his face. The two small atrophic scars below his eye is something you always adored. 

You love the way Kyle’s jaw curves, his big brown eyes. Fuck, everyone knew you couldn’t say no to the man when he would flash you a pretty smile paired with his eyes.

You trail your mouth down his neck—God, his neck. You’d never tell him in fear of him finding it stupid, but you love his throat and shoulders. Strong and full of power—his Adam’s apple jutting out against your lips. You love his throat because inside is his vocal cords—you could get drunk off of hearing him talk, hearing him laugh. Kyle’s joy means so much to you, so much more than he will ever know.

Kyle murmurs your name softly as your lips trail across his collarbone, nearing his chest. 

You love his chest, wide and muscular with a little bit of pudge (well, he has some pudge everywhere); enough muscle to overpower and destroy, enough pudge to know he’s eating right and taking care of himself. You let out a soft sigh as your lips brush against a nipple before you press soft kiss to the skin right below his left pec, following the random pattern of beauty marks and freckles across his torso.

Kyle’s hand comes up and rests on your bare back as you trail over to his arms. You love his arms—you love his everything, to be fair, but the pure power from his arms drives you out of your mind sometimes. The muscles, his strong bicep flexing and molding into his triceps—you wanna bite him, honestly. Bite him and never let go. Especially when he wears t-shirts that hug his arms.

Trailing down his upper arm, over his inner elbow to his thick forearms. The muscles and tendons underneath the skin you appreciate like they’re a fine instrument; aren’t they, for a man like Kyle? His fingers, his precision. You press kisses down his forearm, between his veins until you get to his wrist. Kyle looks at you and his eyebrows twitch as he watches your tongue and drag across his pulse point, against his wrist bone.

It sends a shudder down his spine as your lips move to his palm. Kyle’s hands are incredible; rough to the touch yet so gentle with his lover, you. His calluses scratch you gently when he rubs your back, but his palm is so careful with you. Kyle uses his hands to break so much, but he uses them to preserve you—you and your grown together home.

“What’re you doin’?”

Kyle’s voice breaks you out of your near hungry trance, your eyes flickering up to his. He isn’t upset in any sense; he’s nervous, really. Kyle adores attention, but.. you’re being so slow. Meticulous and careful. 

“Appreciating you.” You murmur against his palm, brushing your nose against it before moving over to right below his sternum. You’re met with a quiet yet sharp inhale from the man below you, the muscles tightening as you press slow, gentle kisses down his stomach. Kyle’s stomach is built yet a small layer of fat exists over his abs, the man built for force and survival instead of showing off like bodybuilders.

You catch his eyes and hold his gaze as you kiss down below his belly button before his head rolls back with his stomach tightening.

Kyle groans as you pepper kisses lower and lower. This isn’t the first time you’ve done this, and certainly will not be the last. Not by a long shot.

[abarbaricyalp]

🦐 if you haven't done one for it yet 😆

🦐 : Fishing boat I was going to wait to post this for Samtember, but the Paul and Darlene prompt is too far away 😅

Sam almost tripped down the last two steps into the cabin of the boat when he realized there was someone asleep on the ratty two-seater that took up the side wall. Sam himself had slept there countless times, window cracked open so he could hear the sound of the ocean (but not let in seagulls). It was as familiar a bed and lullaby as his mama's arms and song.

Still, this was not the boat for strange men to lay about in. He put up the toolbox he'd been using to fix the screen door. The one in the truck had disappeared when he was meant to be reattaching the window units to the upper floors in the new house. If he didn't put the boat's box up, it would be the next victim of the fixer-upper that had become a black hole for tools, supplies, and old work shirts.

He made sure the box wasn't going to fall over as soon as the tide came in and then moved to kick the intruder's dusty boot. The one attached to the leg that was sprawled across half the length the cabin, not the one that was thrown over the back of the couch. "You can't sleep here, old man," he said. "Find some other hole."

The man startled upright, lurching to his feet and reaching for the stained Wilson Family Seafood cap he'd had over his face to block out the light. For a moment, he looked young again. Bashful at being caught, a little confused about where he was, uncertain on his feet as the boat swayed under his sudden movement.

He wrung the cap in his hands like it was some cloth newsboy thing instead of something with a brim and metal buckle at the back. "Gosh, Sam," he said, ducking his head and flashing up baby blues at him from across the cabin. "I didn't mean to, honest."

Sam's chest tightened so fiercely, he almost thought he'd be sick with it. "No harm, no foul," he said, instead of offering up everything he had. "Head on out, now."

When the man kept staring at Sam, wide eyed, apologetic but not quite contrite, Sam moved to lean against the back of the wheel column. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched the man's hungry gaze take in the movement and the effect, shirt pulling tight across his biceps and chest.

"I can make it up to you," he offered, eyes snapping up to Sam's face.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "And what do you think it's worth?" he asked.

The man began to close the distance between them. It was all of three steps even when the cabin wasn't a mess of half completed projects and late night camp outs, but he made it slow somehow anyway. He put the cap on again, backwards this time so the brim wasn't in his face, so his hair was pulled back away from cheekbones and a square jaw and those damn bright eyes.

"What do you need?" he asked, when he'd come close enough that, if his arms were crossed too, their forearms would be touching. He brought his fingers up to Sam's elbows, trailed them up his triceps. On habit, Sam squeezed his arms in to his ribs to avoid being tickled. The man only grinned, crooked and easy, and brought his fingers back down to Sam's elbows. He was long fingered and sun-warmed and Sam never wanted him to let go. "I'm good with my hands."

Sam laughed once. He had to look away from the show in front of him. He bit his lip, willed the joy in his chest to simmer down again. That was a losing battle.

The man ducked his head so he was within Sam's vision again. "I'm better with more than my hands," he offered.

"You're shameless," Sam corrected.

The man grinned and shrugged, each as crooked and carefree as the other. "I spent a lot of my life bein' ashamed. Now when I see something I want, I get it. I'm not wastin' anymore time."

Sam finally unfolded his arms so he could put two fingertips to the man's cheek, then flattened his hand against his face. The man's eyes fluttered shut and he leaned into Sam's touch, vulnerable and safe at the same time. He knew it. Sam knew it. Safe with each other. Safe in this boat. Safe from shame.

Safe from work too, now that Sam thought about it.

He guided the man closer until he could duck his head down and kiss him softly. "You really should get out of this boat," he warned quietly. "My sister's gonna be out at some point. She don't like other people messin' around in here."

The man was literally swaying on his feet. His eyes still weren't open. "I don't mind," he said. "I've been yelled at before."

"Nah, you don't know her like I do," Sam insisted. He took a step back and the man blindly followed his lead. He sat when Sam shifted a little, eyes open now, and put his hands on Sam's hips when Sam straddled his thighs. "She might throw you in the ocean this time."

"She'd knock you overboard first. You're the one always tinkering with the engine. What's she gonna say when she realizes you used the boat tools for something else?"

"She's not gonna know," Sam promised.

"She's gonna know."

"How's she gonna know?"

"I'm gonna tell her to keep from having to walk the plank."

Sam laughed and draped his arms over Bucky's shoulders. "Are you blackmailing me now? Weren't you just trying to pay back sleeping in my boat?"

"Was I?" Bucky asked. "You figure out what it was worth yet?"

"I think I've got an idea."

"I'm all ears, sweetheart."

"I don't need your ears for this one."

Bucky grinned against Sam's mouth and let Sam kiss him like they'd never get caught down here. And when, a few hours later, they woke up again, sore from the uncomfortable tangle on the uncomfortable couch, he offered to payback another nap on the boat. And another, and another, and as many as he could fit into this life time.

[blazingstar29]

Top Gun Workouts - Slider

Everyone’s favourite [living] RIO

Disclaimer: I’m not a PT. In this series i break down characters muscle composition and how i think they’d exercise, if this may trigger you feel free to enjoy my other general shit posting!

Find the rest of the series under #top gun workouts :) So far there’s Mav and Ice

Slider is is also very interesting in his muscular make up. He’s tall, about 6’2 (?) and this DOES matter but not how you think and it’s something I’ll get into in more detail with Goose. Also keep in mind a lot of shirtless photos of Slider are during the volleyball scene so the actors will be in peak physique and probably have done some exercise before shooting to give themselves a ‘pump’.

I know forearms are a big deal for some of y’all and you’re right to be obsessed with them. Hold out out your arm in front of you as if you’re reaching for something. Does your for arm flex like Slider’s? Some might, some won’t. But for the hollow above the inside of your elbow to appear at the same time as the muscle at the top of your forearm (the sort facing the ceiling) that’s actually very impressive. It’s a combination of low body fat and muscle.

Sir, put them pits away. It’s pretty blurry but the concave of the arm pit, huge lateral bulge, front deltoid and shoulder are flexed here but even so, that doesn’t appear by itself.

Slider’s got a low body fat. Flexed on the left and relaxed on the right you can see his muscling pretty clear. Like with Maverick, we see those obliques. Unlike Mav, Slider’s got a slightly narrower waist. And those boulder shoulders are ginormous, well done Rick. His traps aren’t super big which makes sense when we look at his legs in a minute.

Everyone say thank you Rick for the effort he put in flying into sand and those arms. Full, well defined shoulders, good biceps and impeccable triceps. Yes flexed, no less impressive. Rick knows what hes doing in the gym. In the bottom photo you see those lats and scapular being flexed which shows us the muscle composition nicely. But like everyone, there’s thing that he didn’t focus on as much.

Slider please work on your legs. I’m kidding but it’s interesting to see that he’s got lean legs but next to know muscling. I have a theory for this but it’s more applicable to Goose so I’ll go into detail there with him. Something I’m noticing about the cast is that they don’t have huge chests. Like, these dudes are pretty built but they’re chests aren’t. Especially if you take a look at these guys either side of Goose.

Probably the typical 80’s lads. Beefier and more built chests. Perhaps there was a focus for the cast to have big stereotypical dude arms? I feel mean calling picking a part their lack of muscling in some areas but there is very few pectoral muscles on stand out in the cast. Hollywood and Ice perhaps being the only ones. Maybe a creative choice for the cast to focus on the ‘hotter’ parts of their body but also may have been a fitness trend in then80’s?

I hate to say it but the tag “Ron Slider Kener’s tits” isn’t…I’m sorry guys but these are not certified jugs im SORRY (I’m kidding, use that tag it’s hilarious and i love it)

Now onto what sort of exercise Slider would do? I have some ideas and a lot of them are built around this.

Slider you are a show OFF. This is a body building pose if I’m not mistake. He’s doing the vacuum stomach to flex his abs and angling his arms to show them off. Body building is time consuming and requires a certain diet so I don’t think Slider would be purposefully training whilst, I think he may have dabbled in it during College where he had a bit more freedom. Regardless he puts a lot into his physique.

Further more:

That’s an ankle wrap, now this might just be ankle support for beach volleyball but let me tell you something. If you’ve sprained your ankle badly, and I mean badly, that shit fucks you up for life if you don’t rehab it right. Now again, this may just be for support because both Ice and Slider have the same wrap on the same foot, but taking into account Slider’s lack of muscle on his legs, there’s a potential injury there. Which if you ever need to shunt Slider away out of a story, it’s a good option lmao (guilty as charged.)

If he’s not deadlifting then that may contribute to not having huge trapezoids. For how built his shoulders are I expected them to be bigger. I understood with Ice because his overall physique is just different but Slider confuses me.

Okay, now the actual exercises:

Back, bi’s and tri’s BABY. Over and over and over. They are his pride and joy.

Wide grip bicep barbell curls, hammer curls, arnold press, lateral raises. Tricep dips, tricep cable extensions. Anything and everything.

Rowing, either on the water or on a rowing machine. It takes the weight off his ankle. Potentially cycling too but he’d likely have bigger calves.

[aureli-us]

tesfest day 6: mirror

hello all!!! i haven't been posting these on tumblr but i really enjoyed writing this one, so i figured why not 😎 maybe i'll post the rest after tesfest is done! otherwise they are all on my ao3 :3

This time, when he walked by the tall, slender mirror in their bedroom, he actually stopped.

He avoided mirrors if he could, rarely ever checked himself prior to going anywhere or doing anything. If Tharya complimented him on their way out, then he knew he'd done fine. But he hated it, his own stupidity with these things. It was utterly trivial. In Apocrypha he had moaned and wept and prayed for a mirror to remember his face by, anything to grant him his reflection that he had forgotten. And now that he walked so freely amongst mirrors large and small, he disliked them.

But he made himself stand in front of this one. One of the great joys of his mornings was watching from bed as Tharya got ready in front of this mirror. One of his great joys in the evening was watching her undress and step into her sleeping clothes, watching her inspect herself in this mirror. She did it so easily. It was foolish of him to run from his own reflection like a scared deer. He forced his gaze to his own body, the vessel he so often felt...unnattached from. The thing he had lost sight of in Apocrypha as well, not for lack of a reflection, but for lack of its preservation. Hermaeus Mora had ravaged his skin and bones countless times, torn him, knit him together, touched him, split him, crushed him.

Yet the mirror showed his body as whole. How strange. It was...different than he thought he remembered from the Merethic Era. He'd been a bit thinner then, the muscles in his stomach more prominent. Now his midriff was cushioned by a healthy layer of fat, though he was sure if he tensed, it would all go rigid. The muscle had not vanished, just changed shape. His chest had perhaps been a bit smaller, his arms not as big. He could heard Morokei's voice in the back of his mind, a fleeting memory from his childhood, at the point where Miraak had learned that if he would never be taller than his peers, he would have to be stronger. Aelskling, you've gotten bigger! He thought those words and found himself...brightened by their presence. He was sure Morokei would say the same now - in the Merethic Era he had been strong, but less hulking, less dense.

His legs had never been so thick either, but as he examined them they were nicely proportionate to the rest of him. Faint stretch marks decorated his inner thighs. Softer at rest, a good cushion for the woman who so often occupied his lap. And...quite long. Had they always been like that? He supposed it made sense because of his height. Atmorans were a long-limbed people. Still, he peered at them in the mirror, dressed in only his smallclothes and with tight concentration behind his eyes. Both Tharya and Bhijirio had remarked before that he looked taller the less clothes he wore. He didn't know how that happened, but it seemed a fair statement. Here, now, the optical illusion of wearing less did seem to make him...a bit bigger than he thought he was.

Hesitantly he lifted one arm, curled it, and watched his bicep contract, bulging against his forearm before he stretched the arm out. Thick veins decorated the hinge of his shoulder and shot down into his arm. Veins that carried real blood, not the sludge of Apocrypha. Strange. He put the arm down to twist it, examining his tricep and elbow in the mirror. All strangely mundane parts of the body, yet he couldn't help as if he'd never seen them before. Holding his arm like this made it press into his chest, creasing his pectorals together and disfiguring the long scar slashing over them. Warily he held his chest in both hands, trying to emulate the sensation of the way Tharya did it. No, that was ridiculous. He didn't need to grope himself just for- for research.

But that scar...as he traced it, the open-mouthed concentration in his face settled into grim deliberation. That scar had almost torn his heart out. Almost ruptured his lungs and ripped through his ribs. He was lucky his healers had grabbed him when they did, otherwise he would have surely lost his life to Paarthurnax that day. The old worm had left him to bleed out in the lush foothill they fought upon. Perhaps he had known it was the crux of his Thu'um, its home nestled to his heart between his ribs. Perhaps he had merely been living up to his name.

Silently he let his hand slip up to the base of his neck, but immediately it felt itchy just sitting there. He didn't like things around his throat. He wore his necklaces loose and low because of it. He let Tharya touch his neck, but she never held it in the way he did hers. A pang of guilt slithered into his gut at that. That didn't seem fair.

He stepped a bit closer to the mirror and bent down to examine his face closely in the reflective silver. It was difficult, but he felt he must. Carefully he took in his eyes and nose, his undefined cheekbones. The neat edge of his beard. Absently he ran his fingers through it - soft, trimmed, and oiled. Little things. He thanked the gods he'd been blessed with the ability to grow one so fully. Vahlok always used to have a little stubborn patch below his chin that refused to grow. The memory made him smile however faintly, chuckling to himself, but he zeroed in as quickly as possible to catch the expression before it faded. Gods. What a dreary sight. He remembered smiling with his teeth once upon a time, laughing freely. Did he always look so...bland? Poor Tharya.

He ran a hand through his dark hair, ruffling it a bit to let it fall looser. He didn't have Althëa's curls, but his hair had little waves in its inner layers that sometimes curled if he let it grow long enough. It, like his beard, was one of the very few things about his appearance he truly cared about. More for habit than any real love of his own visage. Humming curiously, he decided to comb his hair back with his fingers, pushing away the little pieces that usually framed his forehead. He wanted to know why Tharya always said he looked so different with his hair swept back.

The change was small, but very noticeable. Even removing those few strands seemed to...open his features more. He realized she was absolutely right - it did look good. As he straightened out and examined himself in the mirror again, he hardly recognized his own face. It all seemed to flow differently.

His concentration was broken by the door coming open, but, in a brief panic, his feet remained rooted to the spot. Gods, he would look like an idiot standing here. No one did such foolish things unless they were daft in the head. He found himself warming with - what was that? Shame? The guilt of being caught? - as Tharya stepped in, still dressed from the day.

"Hi, beautiful," she said easily, smiling at him. Heat creeped into his neck. Gods, how many thousands of years since he'd blushed? He almost wanted to laugh at himself. Almost. "What are you up to?"

"Nothing," he said quickly. "I am...I had a bath."

"That's exactly what I'm about to do," she snickered, joining him to put her hands on his hips. She squeezed him lovingly, and he noticed for the first time how that little extra bit of fat that he hadn't had before pooled into her palms so perfectly. "You look spooked." Her hands traversed his body so easily, drawing up his arms, rounding his shoulders and settling on his chest. He had admitted to her before she seemed to know his body better than he did, and it was true. She knew the strongest parts of him, and she knew the softest. She knew where to touch him to make him crumble into her palms and where exactly to touch him to inflate him, to make him stand straight. She knew how to hug him to make him feel the thousands of eyes on his back retreat. She knew how to stroke his hair and trace his face to tease him into sleeping. She knew the places on his body that had never healed completely in Tel Mithryn, and she knew which scars he still felt the most, and which she could kiss. "Everything okay?"

He blinked at her and then merely nodded, feeling dazed at how many things she knew of him, how he could so easily list them. He liked to think he returned it, but she had a certain intimate knowledge of his body that he simply could not have with hers. She had been the one to take care of him for so long, after all. It only made sense. He glanced in the mirror again - if she knew him so well, then there was only one question his curiosity begged to ask.

Wordlessly he held her hips and turned her around, watching her peer at him in the mirror.

"Tell me what you see," he whispered. "Please."

[nanabrainrot]

V. Slick Skin [Miguel O’Hara]

Day 5: Sweat

Warnings! Sweat licking, Miguel is mean and reader is a sore loser, no PIV this time he’s just really weird, mild ticklihg kink

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You can’t seem to fucking win. His stupid face all twisted up with joy as he sat next to you, backs flat on the brick wall and bodies slick with sweat. Your baggy tee sticking to your chest with wet stains and the mat moist with the outline of your prior struggle against Miguel.

Week three of training was a failure. You lost bet after bet to him, treading closer to a gross territory that was making your stomach churn. The understanding of this week was that if you lost, he’d get to lick you where he wanted. Okay, you fucking guessed.

The looming confidence that you’d surely win dissipated the further he pushed you into the mat, your body folding uncomfortably and contorting under the mass of his muscles. Then you’d tap out. Rinse snd repeat.

By the end of round three, you partially surmised he’d try to tongue fuck your loins and you wouldn’t complain if it were the case: Miguel was easily one of the most handsome men you’d met and you were never truly opposed to casual encounters. Pleasure was meant to be shared.

This? This was weird.

His tongue is long, flat, licking strips up your arm where he sat next to you. He was content with your arm, he said, settling lower to start sucking at your wet fingers that were clammy, then the wrists. The forearms, formerly glistening with sweat, started to glisten with spit. The crevice of your elbow, he spent some time sucking at with groans. The tricep and bicep received the least attention.

You were ticklish at the armpit. This was the current dilemma.

“Pff… hehe… ah, you done yet…?” you choked, struggling to hold back a laugh as his tongue lapped messily at your armpit. You forgot deodorant in your rush, but he seemed uninterested in anything but the taste as he left lapping like a dog at its bowl of water.

Schlap.

“Pff, Miguel! Finish up, please!” you shrieked as you squirmed, a forced laugh clogging your throat. Schlaapp.

His tongue leaves your armpit only after having licked it clean. Your arm glazed in his spit as if you’d had an encounter with a mouthy mastiff. Tears welled as you struggled to catch your breath from holding a laugh back.

He looks with pupils blown wide, dick print crystal clear in his gray sweatpants.

Your boss is fucking weird.

[seiwas]

sel!!! hiii!!!! how are you doing!!

idk if you already got iwa for the ask game/if you’re still doing it, but if you haven’t, pls gush abt him and what he would wear <333

if u have already gotten iwa…. i have a question for u two… what do you guys do to end the day and wind down!

anyways i hope everything’s going well for you and you’re having a great day!!

sav helllloo!!!! i'm doing great 🥺 how are you!!! i hope this weekend is great for you!! and that you're having a wonderful time!! with lots of rest too!!

thank you for joining this lil game of mine, and for sending iwa too omg no one's asked him yet!! (and with good reason, i think everyone's looking out for my sanity lmAO JK HAFBASB)

now. okay. i will obviously say hajime looks good in all of it because i am so deeply madly truly in love with him but i'll have to say that i rank a white shirt + blue jeans on hajime last. he looks built in it, don't get me wrong, but it just isn't his element, y'know? the denim hugs his ass and thighs just right, years of hard earned muscle supporting each curve. the white shirt puffs out slightly because of his chest, sleeves almost ripping because of his biceps. it's a casual outfit he doesn't pick often simply because he isn't really a fan of denim (no stretch, or something)—and hajime looks best when he feels best, dressed in something comfortable.

it's also like that novelty thing, how seeing someone in athleisure all the time suddenly dresses up and cleans up good. hajime in a button-down + slacks is just OOOUGH. i'm having him. he slicks his hair up a bit, the spikiness of it smoothened out with some gel; it isn't flat, just a controlled type of texture that looks cleaner than how it normally is. the top button of his sleeve is popped open, because when he lifts his arms the buttons feel like they're about to give up anyway. each movement of his arms have his biceps forcing their way to rip though the fabric of his shirt—it's sinful, the way he guides your hand to rest on the crook of his elbow, fingers slightly touching the mass of muscle. you feel it press into your fingertips when he pulls your seat for you later.

those pants of his look made to fit because it hugs his ass just right, the roundness of it, the dips that flex when he walks to get more drinks. you watch him tuck his hand in his pocket while talking to a few of his colleagues, shaking his wrist to let his watch fall to the top of his wrist. you know he's antsy checking the time, because he can hardly wait to go home with you.

he's domesticated and sexy but what truly makes hajime handsome and hot to me is a simple black fitted compression shirt, short sleeves (but the long sleeves do equal damage too). it matches who he is, no fuss, comfortable, straightforward. you see him in it and see everything—the sculpt of his chest, the shoulders he's worked so damn hard on. his back has widened over the years and you see a bit of the muscles flex when he tips his head over as he drinks his protein shake. hajime doesn't have the most narrow waist but you know it's packed, dense to the touch. and his arms, they pop even more against black. the cuts of his biceps and triceps deepen with each movement he makes, the veins on his forearm practically screaming at you for them to take you however which way.

it's criminal how much you want him when he looks like that, his sweatpants hanging perfectly to accentuate the curve of his ass. when he returns back from the gym, it's started to droop down, the band of his underwear visible and the dip of his lower back deeper than should be allowed. what's truly cruel about this? hajime knows everything, is aware of every single look you send his way, how you hover around and touch him ever so slightly as if you aren't doing it on purpose. he lets you though, because, what kind of boyfriend would he be depriving you of your morning treat?

send me a character and i’ll tell you which outfit they’d look 🥵 in: white shirt + blue jeans / fitted black shirt + sweatpants / button-down + slacks

and what hajime and i do to wind down!! omg i do believe we just kinda lie in bed for a while—him going through all the stuff he has to do tomorrow and maybe a few reports and me going through instagram or something, maybe reading a book. other than that though, i think our bathroom routine is especially relaxing! we brush our teeth next to each other, do some skincare (he allows me to do it on him!!!!) and then we head to bed 🥺 hmm... a massage is not entirely out of the picture but that's just relaxing for me 🥺 i can never remove the knots in his back jhsdbfj i'm not strong enough 🥺 i'll cuddle him to sleep instead 😋

[calisthenicsgrow]

7 No-Equipment Calisthenics Moves for Home Workouts

In a world where fitness trends come and go, calisthenics remains a timeless and effective form of exercise. What sets calisthenics apart is its simplicity and accessibility – all you need is your body and a bit of space to get started. Whether you're a beginner or a seasoned athlete, calisthenics offers a wide range of exercises that can be tailored to your fitness level and goals.

In this article, we'll explore seven equipment-free calisthenics moves that you can incorporate into your home workouts. These exercises target various muscle groups, promote functional strength, and improve overall fitness without the need for expensive gym equipment. So, let's dive in and discover the power of bodyweight training.

Push-Ups

Push-ups are a classic calisthenics exercise that targets the chest, shoulders, and triceps while engaging the core and stabilizer muscles. To perform a push-up:

Start in a high plank position with hands shoulder-width apart and arms fully extended.

Lower your body by bending your elbows until your chest nearly touches the ground.

Keep your core engaged and maintain a straight line from head to heels.

Push back up to the starting position, fully extending your arms.

Push-ups can be modified to suit different fitness levels by adjusting hand placement, tempo, or performing them on your knees.

Bodyweight Squats

Bodyweight squats are an excellent lower body exercise that targets the quadriceps, hamstrings, and glutes. To perform a bodyweight squat:

Stand with feet shoulder-width apart, toes slightly turned out.

Lower your body by bending your knees and pushing your hips back, as if sitting back into a chair.

Keep your chest up, back straight, and weight in your heels.

Lower until your thighs are parallel to the ground, then push through your heels to return to the starting position.

Bodyweight squats can be intensified by adding pulses, jumping squats, or holding a squat position for an extended period.

Pull-Ups (or Inverted Rows)

Pull-ups are a challenging upper body exercise that targets the back, biceps, and shoulders. If you don't have access to a pull-up bar, you can perform inverted rows using a sturdy horizontal bar or suspension trainer. To perform a pull-up:

Grip an overhead bar with hands slightly wider than shoulder-width apart, palms facing away from you.

Hang with arms fully extended, engaging your core and keeping your body in a straight line.

Pull your body up until your chin clears the bar, then lower back down with control.

Inverted rows mimic the movement of pull-ups and offer a scalable alternative for beginners.

Planks

Planks are a fundamental core exercise that strengthens the abdominals, lower back, and stabilizer muscles. To perform a plank:

Start in a forearm plank position with elbows directly beneath your shoulders and feet hip-width apart.

Keep your body in a straight line from head to heels, engaging your core and glutes to maintain stability.

Hold this position for as long as possible while maintaining proper form and breathing rhythm.

Planks can be made more challenging by lifting one leg or arm, performing side planks, or adding dynamic movements like plank jacks.

Lunges

Lunges are a versatile lower body exercise that targets the quadriceps, hamstrings, glutes, and calves. To perform a lunge:

Start standing with feet together.

Take a step forward with one foot and lower your body until both knees are bent at a 90-degree angle.

Keep your front knee aligned with your ankle and your back knee hovering just above the ground.

Push through your front heel to return to the starting position, then repeat on the other side.

Lunges can be performed in various directions (forward, reverse, lateral) and with added weight for increased resistance.

Dips

Dips are an effective upper body exercise that targets the chest, triceps, and shoulders. To perform dips:

Find two sturdy surfaces of equal height, such as parallel bars or the edge of a chair or bench.

Grip the bars or edges with hands shoulder-width apart and arms fully extended.

Lower your body by bending your elbows until your upper arms are parallel to the ground.

Push through your palms to extend your arms and return to the starting position.

Dips can be modified by bending your knees or elevating your feet to increase or decrease the level of difficulty.

Burpees

Burpees are a full-body, high-intensity exercise that combines strength, cardio, and coordination. To perform a burpee:

Start standing with feet shoulder-width apart.

Lower into a squat position and place your hands on the ground in front of you.

Jump or step your feet back into a plank position.

Perform a push-up, then jump or step your feet back to the squat position.

Explosively jump up, reaching your arms overhead.

Land softly and immediately lower back into the squat position to begin the next repetition.

Burpees can be modified by eliminating the push-up or jump to suit different fitness levels.

Conclusion

Calisthenics offers a convenient and effective way to improve strength, endurance, and overall fitness without the need for fancy equipment or gym memberships. These seven equipment-free calisthenics moves provide a solid foundation for a full-body workout that can be done anytime, anywhere. Whether you're a beginner looking to kickstart your fitness journey or a seasoned athlete seeking a new challenge, give these exercises a try and experience the transformative power of bodyweight training. So, clear some space in your living room, lace up your sneakers, and get ready to sweat with these equipment-free calisthenics moves!

[flxchxrs]

{ cis man, he/him } ❝ when a thief kisses you, count your teeth.❞ huh, who’s keita machida? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually kaen flecher. he is a 31 year old half-blood wizard who is a clerk at the junk shop. he is a slytherin alum and the biological child of mundungus fletcher & miyake shun (non-canon). he is known for being larcenous, blinkered, and disingenuous but also unabashed, tenacious, and charming, so that must be why he always reminds me of the song take what you want by post malone and forearms lent across the bar with an order for firewhisky, nabbing the full bottle once their back is turned, the rise of cigarette smoke just before it falls away with the wind, & an old familial ring weighing heaviest on stealthy hands. i hear he is aligned with no one, so be sure to keep an eye on him.

tw: family issues, parent death, death mention, abandonment, prison

full name: kaen janus fletcher

date of birth: november 19th

star sign: scorpio

place of birth: liverpool, england

family: mundungus fletcher (father), miyake shun (mother)

sexual orientation: unlabeled, uncertain, unconstrained

religion: agnostic

tattoos: dueling rabbits on either thigh, a line from the back of his skull down to his waistband, “whatever forever” on his left shin, a very mediocre wizard on his right tricep, a double-headed rat on his left bicep, "you lose more by not trying than by trying" at the crook of his left elbow, a kintsugi tattoo along his left side, "if you grow up you'll die" above his right thigh, a snake along his right shoulder and bicep, a scorpion on the back of his left hand, and lines on his right ear.

style: hawaiian-esque patterned buttons-ups, checked trousers, dark-washed denim, black leather belts, silver chains hung from belt loops, basics often in cooled tones, a dark wool trench hand-me-downed, a multitude of rings, all black converse, corduroy shirts hung open like jackets, plain white vests, coats with a fleece trim, and tendency for anything with pockets.

forearms lent across the bar with an order for firewhisky, nabbing the full bottle once their back is turned, unopened letters cluttering a bedside drawer, discreet glances over your shoulder, fingertips ghosting across items on a shelf, a pocket gone heavy, the rise of cigarette smoke just before it falls away with the wind, a family name fives steps ahead, lips tugged tight into a smirk, ink telling stories that words won't, a black cat brushing against your leg, a rose snipped from the neighbor's garden, & an old familial ring weighing heaviest on stealthy hands

kaen was not the child of school romance or grown-up planning. he was something created from lust. mundungus fletcher and miyake shun were never supposed to be anything beyond that one night of passion... but... nevertheless, kaen entered the picture. a brief bit of hope and connection, especially given the time. they tried to make the most of it. they tried to make a family… if you could call it that.

shun was really the sole caretaker. mundungus was always off with his latest ‘get rich’ scheme. it wasn’t always illicit activities, just mostly. that and a gamble or three. a law broken more than once. a couple they were not. never close aside from that single night.

DEATH TW: just shy of starting his second year at hogwarts, shun passed suddenly. a muggle heart thing— hypertrophic cardiomyopathy— nothing attached to dark magic or an ill-intended brew. yet still sudden. unexpected. and wildly unfair. he’d been lucky enough not to have been the one to find her, thought the hurt remained all the same. kaen holds onto that sensation for one essential fact: he never got to say goodbye.

DEATH MENTION, ABANDONMENT TW, PRISON TW: and like the top-notch parent that he was, mundungus strayed further away after shun passed. didn’t always have to be the physical distance, sometimes it was like he was just clocking in as dad. picking up his hours as a fatherly figure before he could dash off again to the life he wanted. a blip on the radar. a mad dash per month not to be marked as dead-beat. because fuck if mundungus was considered dead-beat. as if he hadn't always been working at or crafting some scheme. like the one that landed him in hot water... the first time, then the again, and... somewhere along the line, mundungus had toed the line one, two steps too far. incarcerated.

PRISON TW: despite always holding the name flecher, it wasn't until mundungus got imprisoned that kaen felt like he'd won his father's attention, though he blamed the sudden thirst for a relationship on boredom. after all, how many letters had kaen sent as a kid when mundungus had gone off on one of his business trips? and how many had he gotten returned? and this quick? after receiving that first correspondence from his jailed father, kaen left everything unopened. as a result, he has a bedside drawer stuffed with unanswered, unread letters.

despite their strained relationship, kaen very clearly carries his sentiment. a gaudy, family ring given to him that second shun-less christmas. "from one fletcher to the next. it was my father’s,” mun had told him. kaen never knew if the story was real or fake, if the ring had really just been snagged off some poor unfortunate in the tube or if his dad was telling the truth. either way, it never left his hand.

all that to say the apple didn't fall far from the tree. now kaen blamed circumstance: hardly a parent at his side, the cost of living hung over-head like a dark cloud, the money always short. growing, saving, only to be gone in a snap. i mean, rent had to be paid and, well, a worker's wage wasn’t fucking cutting it. he started by stealing in stores, mostly what he needed and then what he wanted. soon he got pretty good at picking pockets. then he just sunk further in.

the sticky fingers started with that very first scholarly trip to diagon, going down the school shopping list, watching as his mum clutched her coin purse tighter and tighter with each galleon and knut slid across the counter. kaen couldn’t find it in him to ask for even a pack of caramel cobwebs extra. he stomached the want at first, but by the second passing of the shop, want took over. and, fuck, had it been easy. in a second his pocket was heavier and his need was less. in an odd way, kaen's had a hankering for caramel cobwebs ever since.

his favorite place at hogwarts had been the room of requirement. felt like heaven the first time he found it. it’s not quite the same, but the junk shop in diagon alley has a similar feel. plus, kaen has access to the merchandise. and, should people want something not for sale on the floor, all they need to do is know how to ask. what the owner doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.

very into tattoos. they’re a way for him to be vulnerable without having to be outright with it. the ink does a better job at saying his feeling than his words do.

he’s an accidental cat father. socks just kept showing up on his fire escape. night one, he figured she was just curious but by the third he said fuck it and let her inside. she’s never left since. as an all black cat, people are often confused as to her name, having expected some coloration on her paws. that is, until they learn of her hoarding.

definitely has a cocky air about himself, but mostly because he’s had to stand on his own two feet for so long so he has a sense of pride with that, and knowing what he’s capable of. so in turn he doesn’t take a liking to people making incorrect assumptions. assume away, just be accurate about it.

general connection ideas: best friends, friends, ex-friends, pseudo siblings, ex-roommate (outside of school), classmates, childhood/family friends, coworkers (now or once-upon-a-time), exes [ 1. early adolescence innocent type vibe (first kiss-ish?) , 2. first more real relationship early hogwarts, 3. end of school era that ended badly, 4. post-hogwarts short-lived lust more than love, 5. recent ex. ], fwb, one night stand, blind date that didn't fully "work?", one-sided crush, old crush?, enemy, annoyance, drinking buddy, bad/good influence, people he's stolen from, people he's sold to, extended fam… others that i cannot think of

[ PINTEREST ]

[just-somedude]

do you have any workout recs for slimming arms?

You can't slim specific body parts, your body will burn fat all over, and some places are harder to get rid of then others. Those "DO THESE EXERCISES TO GET ABS" videos and things like it are bullshit, that's almost all related to diet

If you want to slim your arms, do bicep curls & any sort of tricep extension (think pushing something above your head with your elbows locked above your head and only your forearms moving) to train the muscles of the arms, which will in turn help change the look of the arm, making them appear more slim

[rubylarkspur22]

how do you draw hands and arms?

Honestly, I don't even know some days. But that doesn't mean I won't try to explain!

So! Proportions! On the average human body, the length of the arm goes from the clavicle(collarbone) to about mid-thigh. Your elbow is usually at your natural waist(the slimmest part of your torso, NOT where the average pair of pants tends to sit. Unless they're high-waisted, then it's not far off.), and your wrists should sit at about the fullest part of your lower torso, or your hip. (I have education in fashion, so my brain thinks in fashion terms, so don't be surprised if I spew more of that stuff. I apologize if I cause confusion.)

Now, shapes. For the bicep/tricep/flex area, I mush together a shorter oval on the shoulder(which I draw as a circle on the upper corners of the torso), and a longer oval to make the flexing area. See below:

Usually, I forego the shaping and go straight to mushing, but that's basically the gist of the shoulder-elbow area.

Next, forearm. You do a squished baseball bat.

Something important to remember: Don't break the arm unless it's supposed to be broken in the drawing! AKA, don't bend anything in a way that looks wrong or like the limb is broken.

Et voila, you have an arm! Smooth out what needs to be smoothed, and continue from there.

Hands are difficult. Where arms are usually fairly uniform outside dynamic perspective shots, hands look different for every angle. The best I can offer is referencing and visualizing, then sketching until you find a way that works for you in getting the results you want. It's not easy, hence why there's memes of what a nightmare it is to draw them, but practice will improve.

That's the biggest piece of advice any artist will offer. Practice as much as you can.

Hope this was at least a little helpful in your artistic endeavors!

[trainingforfandom]

Absolute Beginners Workout (Get First Pull Up!!):

So this is pretty much just a little shitpost... If you are AFAB... well some of us, we have some trouble with pull-ups. Here's a workout for people too weak (only for now) to do push-ups, pull-ups and all that jazz. It is based in the gym. I will give substitutions. I'll give the sappy little story behind why this is here at the end. You probably will not get a pull-up by doing this for 12 weeks, but you will have a better understanding of back training/fundamental strength to start training for one. This is designed for someone who can only workout 1x a week, I would encourage trying to get this at least 2x.

Full Body Workout: Simplified ● Lat Pulldown: ( Supinated: 15, 10, 8) ( Pronated: 15, 10, 8)

○ Example: 15 reps with 20 lb → 10 reps with 30 lb → 8 reps with 40 lb. Total of 3 sets with different repetition counts per set because you’ve increased the weight. The weight increment is preferably between 2.5 - 10 lb jump between sets.

●  Seated Row: 15, 10, 10, 8 ●  Chest Press: 15, 10, 10, 8 ●  Leg Press: 15, 10, 8, 8 ●  Hip Thrust: 3 sets x 12 (reps/set) ●  Australian Row: 3 x 8 ●  Shoulder Press: 3 x 12

Details: Why: These are all compound movements, they take less time and activate a ton of muscles. The most effective for strength and hypertrophy, many beginners can build a solid base this way.

Pull Movements:

● Lat Pulldown: Vertical Pull Supinated (palms facing you) / Pronated Grip (palms away))

○ Sets and Reps: ( Supinated: 15, 10, 8) ( Pronated: 15, 10, 8)

Mainly Targets: Biceps ( brachii, brachioradialis, brachialis), posterior deltoid, trapezius, latissimus dorsi, teres, shoulder girdle, little bit of pectoralis.

Why: Pull Up muscles! X frame physique/wings, good for posture and overall pulling strength.

Weight type: Moderate to Heavy

Form tips: Pull the bar to the chest, arch the back a little bit when you pull down, and lean back a little bit, this should help you reach the chest. Try to ‘pull your elbows into the back pockets’. Keep the forearms perpendicular to the ground.

● Seated Row: Horizontal Pull (Neutral Grip)

○ Sets and Reps: 15, 10, 10, 8

Why: Pulling strength, also contributes to physique development, hitting muscles from different angles that go along the striation is advised especially with the back which is a criss-cross of muscles.

Weight type: Moderate to Heavy

Form tips: Allow the torso to lean slightly forwards with a neutral spine to stretch the lats, then holding the grip make the torso 90 to the ground and pull with the back and arms. Repeat for each rep

●Australian Row: (Supinated/ Pronated Grip)

○ Progressive Overload: Make the body more parallel to the floor Sets and Reps:3x8

Mainly Targets: latissimus dorsi, trapezius, and posterior deltoids

Why: Pull up progression, will help with grip a lot. It does work (source: trust me bro)

Weight type: Body weight

Legs: ● Leg Press:

○ Sets and Reps: 15, 10, 8, 8

Mainly Targets: Quads, glutes, hamstrings, adductors/ abductors

Why: keeps the knees safe, works all the major leg muscles efficiently with a similar movement pattern to a squat, and can be loaded with tons of weight. My PE teacher said religiously leg pressing can help you jump higher and run faster.

Weight type: Heavy

Form Tips: Don’t ego lift, knees over toes (same angle), don’t lock the knees at the top of the movement, back flat on the seat. Try varying foot position to target different muscles.

● Hip Thrust Aka: Sus Deadlift Alternative ( I do not teach deadlifts to beginners)

○ Sets and Reps: 3 x 12

��� Mainly Targets: glutes, hamstrings, quads ■ Why: Strengthens the posterior chain ■ Weight type: Moderate ■ Form Tips: Don’t hyperextend your back at the top of the movement.

Push Movements: ● Chest Press on Machine: Horizontal Push

○ Sets and Reps: 15, 10, 10, 8

Mainly Targets: anterior deltoid, triceps, sternal pectoralis

Why: Strongest pushing muscle in the upper body, just important af

Weight type: Heavier, for developing strength and hypertrophy

Form tips: Focus on the chest squeeze, practice GENTLE scapular retraction and pushing the shoulders down during the initial phase allow freedom of back movement during the middle of the exercise. Stack your joints (wrist and elbow)

● Shoulder Press on Machine: Vertical Push

○ Sets and Reps: 3 x 12

Mainly targets: Anterior and medial delts, all 3 heads are activated but the posterior head is slightly neglected, clavicular pectoralis, and triceps

Why: Balanced physique and contains a lot of stabilizer muscle

Weight type: Medium, this is a fragile part of the anatomy, but still very strong and needed for pushing etc...

Form tips: Stack the joints as much as possible, the fixed path of the machine keeps the shoulder girdle safe, try not to arch the lower back too much.

Appropriate Substitutions:

Lat Pull Down: Banded Pull Ups (preferred progression to get pull-ups), assisted pull-up machine (meh)

Seated Row: Plate-loaded machines such as a T-bar row, or increase the number of Australian Rows

Chest Press: Bench Press, Kneeling pushups, dumbbell press (mind your shoulders)

Leg Press: Squats or lunges with appropriate weight

Hip Thrust: Barbell hip thrust with the appropriate weight, deadlift/RDL, or good morning

Australian Row: Do more seated rows

Shoulder Press Machine: Dumbbells or Barbell shoulder press

[volgivagant]

Of note the “traditional single joint elbow” is also not how human elbows work. The radius and ulna effectively slide around the end of the humerus. There is not a single point that they are fixed to, so in terms of range of motion you get the double hinged example shown here. The forearm cannot go more than straight because of an extended piece of bone on the ulna that locks movement at straight.

Additionally the power that moves the forearm doesn’t come from within the joint in humans, it comes from the bicep and tricep which cause flexion and extension respectively.

If you look at old robot designs (I can only think of C3PO as an example atm) there is a hydraulic attachment directly between the forearm and upper arm, that can both push and pull mimicking the action of both the bicep and tricep in one unit.

A robot operating the way a human arm does might instead be built with a set of cables that wind in and out to cause arm movement, with motors set in the upper arm.

E.J Sue’s “Mechaforce” is one of the few “How to Draw” books I would point newbies looking to get into drawing robots to. It emphasizes knowing the basics (Very difficult to draw a robot properly if you can’t use perspective) and fundamental shapes and even arm techniques, and gives a neat insight into how mechanical forms work in art. 

These are just a few of the examples from the anatomy section of the book. It’s currently on sale on Amazon and worth checking out, though I will note it is not a “be all end all” resource, thankfully you can fill in your knowledge gaps elsewhere. 

Also since this is popping off please consider taking a look at his Tumblr! right here at E.J Sue Art 

[briefinfluencernacho]

"The Invocation of the Body's Energy"

Let thy spirit now descend into the sanctuary of thy flesh, and behold, feel the currents of vitality beneath thee, from the ground to the heavens. Begin at the soles of thy feet, where the ancient energies of the earth flow inwards, rising through thee. Let thy awareness rise, to the very tip of thy toes—feel them, each a vessel of power, the subtle hum of life vibrating through them.

Now, ascend to the soles, the very foundation of thy being, and let the force emanate. Feel the sacred rhythm there, moving upward through thy ankles, ever upward. With thy mind’s eye, trace the sacred path that winds 'round thy calves, enshrouding them, until the energies coalesce and build toward thy knees. Feel the subtle hair upon them, the delicate touch of life itself.

Ascend still, further, to thy thighs, left and right. Circle 'round them, perceiving the divine muscle, the sacred vessel of strength. Touch, too, the groin—there is the seat of primal energy, of life and death, spiraling in cycles older than the stars. Let thy focus drift to the back, where muscle and sinew weave the sacred pattern. Feel the blood coursing within, the power it gives.

Still thou ascend, now to thy belly, the very core of thy being. Know the great power of thy stomach, thy belly button a sacred symbol of creation itself. Feel the sides, and trace the energy 'round thy back. Let thy spine become a pillar of light, a channel for all that is. With every movement, feel the release and the rise of this divine current.

Now, feel the energy of thy shoulders, both left and right, ever spiraling. Circle 'round the scapulae, for they are thine wings, bearing the weight of thy soul. Feel the chest—left and right, divine mirrors reflecting the balance of thy nature. Let thy awareness descend with care into the arms.

Begin with thy right arm, feel the muscles, their strength and grace as they channel energy through thee. Down to thy bicep, the tricep, the elbow—delve into the very heart of the flesh. Proceed down to the forearm, tracing each line of it, each hair, the breath of air that passes over it. Travel to thy hand—each finger a sigil of divine intention. Begin with the thumb, tracing it from base to tip, the pulse of life through each digit. Move, then, to the pointer, the middle, the fourth, and the pinky—each a focal point, a beacon of energy and divine purpose.

Do not falter as thou move to the left arm. Feel, as before, the divine spiral through muscle and bone, the bicep, the tricep. Continue, as before, to the elbow and the forearm, spiraling around each part. Let thy hand now be as an altar, a sacred temple—forefinger, middle finger, ring finger, and pinky, each an altar unto itself.

Now, feel the energy stir within thy neck, the subtle hum of life that vibrates there. Let the air pass across thy skin like the breath of the gods. Know that the neck is the gateway, the sacred threshold between heaven and earth, spirit and flesh.

Proceed now to thy face, where the divine breath stirs. Feel the pulse within thy cheeks, the jawline, the lips—each part a sacred offering to the universe. Let thy attention move to thy nose, the bridge of it, the air that passes in and out. Feel the rhythm, the ebb and flow, as it carries the essence of life itself.

And now, ascend to thy temples, to the ears, those sacred vessels which receive the whispers of the unseen. Behind the ears, the divine energy pools, circling with grace. Let thy mind’s eye trace these sacred curves and the silence of the heavens that resides there.

At last, let thy awareness center upon the crown of thy head—the Third Eye, the seat of enlightenment. Feel the gentle awakening within thee. Here lies the seat of divinity, the light of all knowledge, shining bright as the sun. Focus all your being upon this sacred center, as though it were the only part of your body that breathes, that lives. Feel the warmth, the radiance. In this moment, you are the vessel of all energy, the center of the universe.

Thus, all the energies of the cosmos move through thee, filling thee with light, power, and purpose.

[nathank77]

11/28/24

3:20 p.m

So they compromised and let me sit in the front seat.. cause Riley was in the back. Mom and Liv sat in back. I still have anxiety about it. I was a ghost at the table.

I didn't talk to anyone. I didn't make eye contact except a few times with my mom bc she talked directly to me.

I spoke only when I was spoken to directly which was hardly. Skye told me we are going to do the Christmas tree at dad's house Sundays so yay. That's the only time she spoke to me. So awesome I can't go to the gym Sunday. My 13 years on testosterone is Saturday and I was going to do machine day at the gym tomorrow and have a red bull day Saturday and then do leg day on Sunday. Guess I can't even celebrate my Testosterone date unless I want to take 500 days off from the gym... I already didn't go Monday, Tuesday and Thursday aka today. And if I don't go Saturday, I can't go Sunday..... so you know just 500 vacation days.... I guess fuck it. I can't celebrate it really anyways. No one cares and no one is going to celebrate it with me. So I'll go do leg day and then take a full Xanax to sleep that night so I sleep and can make it to my dad's house.

I don't want to take 500 vacation days from the gym. The entire car ride all I could think about besides for wanting to end my life bc I was a ghost and I can't stand being around people who would chose everything over me and my health. Including rapidly killing a dog bc obviously we don't have the money to take good care of her.

I can't forgive them for chosing her over me when they aren't even chosing her.

I just thought about what i can do at the gym tomorrow. My forearm is almost 100% it prob never will be considering it has tennis elbow.. 4 back machines that target the biceps. 3 chest machines that target the triceps as well. And instead of doing the shoulder machines since they also target the triceps and it'll be 6 triceps workouts if I do them too, I can do 3 dumbbell shoulder exercises, the lateral raises, the frontal raises and the dumbbell shrug which should put no pressue on my biceps or forearms bc there is no bending. I'll only be bending for the chest and back machines.... I wanted to do this one dumbbell exercises for my chest that works my triceps too but I'll just do 4 biceps/back, 3 chest and triceps/ and 3 shoulders to try to play it safe and see how I feel.

I started planning what ab workouts I'm going to do tomorrow, seated knee tucks, the bicycle crunches, crunches and one crunch machine instead of the other one where you use your obliques... only cause I did that twice over my last two workouts and I want to switch it up. I'm going to add in one more laying down mat one once I figure out what I'm comfortable with since I'm getting no ab pain.

That's all I could think about in the car and at the table bc I mean everything else was they don't care about your health at all. My sister brought up her thyriod and a diet and how being hyper she's going to lose all this weight. I wanted to vomit. Just hearing her talk about her thyriod. Bc no one cares about mine.

I thought about my dream where I touched Riley and kept talking about needing to wash my hands and clothes and I was freaking out trying to tell skye and liv how distressed I was... and I lost my voice i started sqeaking and then my voice was gone bc no one cares or listens to me.

The food generally sucked bc it was cold by the time it got to the table it was a buffet.... and I mean I just ate fuck tons of stuffing and worried about calories. And ate some dessert... and convinced myself I'll be at the gym burning it all off anyways.

My pants fit better. They don't squeeze my waist anymore. Funny bc I'm not losing weight on the scale. I'm maintaining but I guess my fat is getting converted to muscle. I feel good about that.

Either way I'm really depressed about the whole thing. About being a ghost. That i can't watch Christmas movies with my mom or spend any time with her bc of stupid Riley. That no one cares about my health.

Two songs came on in the car, one from home alone and one from Christmas with the kranks and I usually watch those movies with mom every year. Well I can't cause you know fucking Riley lives here and she means more to them than i do. That made me depressed.

Beyond that I got wicked post nasal drip I keep telling my body if I get sick I'm killing myself I'm too fucking sick with this god awful hallucination. If I get covid or the flu or a cold that Allegra can't fix the symptoms I'm ending it..I'm too sick to deal with being more miserable. I'm too sick to deal with the anxiety of spending money. And im too fucking poor.

And I'm anxiuos about my last three cucumbers, they have a weird black raised spot on each of them... and my baby carrots having black lines on them... so who knows if I'll eat tonight

And I just want to die. I showed up and didn't really exist. I only spoke when spoken too. Usually I'd be talking a lot. Why should I talk? I'm not really worth the money or the plate. I said to skye i know I'm only going out of obligation and you guys would rather have me be dead than have Riley be in the crate for one holiday. This was over text.

So yea I want to jump off at bridge bc now I can't even have my red bull day bc I got to have random you're going to dad's house thrown at me and now i can't fucking celebrate my t day. But I mean it wouldn't have been fun anyways bc well I can't play anything I want to play bc stupid Riley barks and whines constantly bc she's fucking awful.

So it would have just been minecraft bc kids won't care when she barks randomly. But adults care when they watch serious gameplay and I care.. even if I wasn't recording, it fucking ruins the immersion. And I guess I got to go to the gym Saturday otherwise I'm going to have to wait until Monday... and technically yea I can hit 4 days at the gym skipping Saturday for my t day and Sunday for my dad's... but then I got to pack them all into Monday through Sunday.... and you know my arms get sore.

My tennis elbow is an issue and the only thing I can do for it is strengthen it and also going easy on it.

Either way it was great shitting on the floor today and having to clean it off the floor and having to worry about the barrell touching my pants forever. And having none of my family give a fuck about my thyriod or my health and Riley being more important than me as usual.

I think I'm going to do it Saturday.

[effortless23]

"Top 10 Arm Wrestling Safety Tips Every Beginner Should Know"

Arm wrestling is a thrilling and challenging sport, but it also requires caution and proper technique to avoid injury. Beginners, especially, need to prioritize safety as they learn the basics. Below, we share essential arm wrestling safety tips every newcomer should follow, with a focus on building strength, maintaining form, and understanding proper arm wrestling rules for a safe and successful match.

1. Warm Up Before Every Match

Just like any other physical activity, warming up before arm wrestling is crucial. Gentle stretching and light exercises, like wrist rolls and shoulder rotations, increase blood flow to the muscles and joints, reducing the risk of sprains or strains. Never skip your warm-up, as it helps your arms and upper body prepare for the intensity of arm wrestling.

2. Maintain Good Posture

Good posture is a foundation of safe arm wrestling. Keep your body square to the table, and avoid twisting or leaning too far in any direction. Proper posture not only enhances your power but also prevents muscle strains and shoulder injuries. Keep your back straight and both feet firmly planted to help stabilize your entire body.

3. Focus on Technique, Not Just Strength

Many beginners think arm wrestling is all about brute force, but technique is equally—if not more—important. Proper technique reduces the strain on your muscles and joints, especially in the wrist and shoulder areas. Learning arm wrestling rules can guide you in understanding proper technique, like where to grip and how to move without overstraining. Focus on technique to safely and effectively engage your opponent.

4. Keep Your Wrist Straight

One of the biggest risks for beginners is bending the wrist, which can easily lead to fractures or ligament injuries. Keeping your wrist straight and aligned with your forearm provides better leverage and reduces the risk of strain. Practice keeping your wrist firm throughout each match to develop this essential habit.

5. Strengthen Your Core

Arm wrestling requires more than just arm strength; your core plays a significant role in maintaining stability and power. Engage in core-strengthening exercises like planks, twists, and leg raises as part of your regular training. A strong core supports your posture and reduces pressure on your arms and shoulders, making you less prone to injury.

6. Avoid Locking Your Arm

Locking your arm or elbow during a match is risky because it reduces flexibility and puts excessive stress on the elbow joint. Keep a slight bend in your elbow to maintain range of motion and reduce the likelihood of hyperextension. This flexibility gives you more control and helps prevent painful elbow injuries.

7. Learn and Follow Arm Wrestling Rules

Following official arm wrestling rules is key to a safe and fair match. These rules establish standard procedures and techniques for safe engagement, such as the proper way to grip hands, the starting position, and legal moves. By adhering to these rules, you avoid risky, unorthodox techniques that can lead to unnecessary strain or injury.

8. Know Your Limits

It’s important to recognize your limits, especially as a beginner. Pushing too hard when you're fatigued increases the risk of muscle and tendon injuries. Arm wrestling requires significant strength, endurance, and technique, which develop gradually. If you start to feel pain or weakness during a match, listen to your body and take a break. Remember, building strength takes time.

9. Train Your Whole Arm, Not Just Your Forearm

Many new arm wrestlers focus solely on forearm exercises, but it’s essential to strengthen the entire arm—biceps, triceps, shoulders, and even fingers. Balanced strength across all parts of your arm helps prevent injuries from uneven strain. Incorporate a variety of arm exercises in your workouts to ensure you’re well-rounded and prepared for the demands of arm wrestling.

10. Take Time to Rest and Recover

Recovery is just as important as training. Arm wrestling exerts significant stress on your muscles and joints, so taking time to rest and recover after each match is essential. Stretching and gentle exercises on off days can aid recovery, while a rest day allows your muscles to heal and rebuild. Avoid overtraining, as it can lead to overuse injuries that may take weeks or months to heal.

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Self -Defence:A final note on defending against a collar grab

In the online Self Defense course at Zelus Academy, one of the key techniques taught is how to neutralize an attacker's grip using simple yet effective methods. If an attacker grabs your forearm, the first step is to pull their forearm towards your body to weaken their hold. This movement creates the perfect opportunity to use pressure point control.

Apply pressure with your thumb to the pressure point located below the biceps, right where the triceps begin. This will immediately cause discomfort, giving you an advantage. If the attacker persists, escalate the defense by delivering a quick bite on the area where the biceps muscle starts. This unexpected move can cause significant pain and force the attacker to release their grip.

Once the attacker is momentarily disabled, it’s important to follow up with one of the strikes you’ve already learned in the Self Defense online learning program. These could include a knee strike, an elbow jab, or any other technique practiced in class. The key to effective self-defense is staying calm and combining different techniques to protect yourself efficiently.

Master these techniques in the online Self Defense course at Zelus Academy to feel confident in defending yourself in real-world situations. Continue reading

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