#maintenance my body

[abby-howard]

You deadlift? What's your PB?

My current max is 250 pounds! Gotta catch up to Tony, he's at 300 now 😤

Also someone else asked about how deadlifting doesn't kill my back, and the answer is that weightlifting with proper form is good for back pain >:]

Strengthening your stabilizer muscles is so good for your bones and posture! It doesn't mean accidents don't happen, as we will all decay in time, but it definitely helps me draw all day and night without crumbling into dust 👌

[edelorion]

i wish i had a robotic body and wires and PCBs and all that. there's something so romantic about laying in bed and being caressed while someone plugs in your power cord (not even live, just to connect you to ground) and gently and lovingly performs maintenance on your body. spraying wd40 in any creaky joint, cleaning your fans, removing dust from your insides. running her hands through your hair as she closes you back up and a quick kiss to the cheek as she flips the switch back on, allowing you to charge

yes i'm the kind of girl that straddles her pc when working on her.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

some Friendly Maintenance scribbles i forgot to post!

[yuribeam]

big news!!

Fat activist Aubrey Gordon of Maintenance Phase, What We Don't Talk About When We Talk About Fat, You Just Need To Lose Weight And 19 Other Myths About Fat People, and Your Fat Friend, has an indie documentary film that is now available through streaming!

Starting May 3rd you can watch the film within 30 days for $15. The money directly supports the filmmaker, so please consider renting it!

If you are interested in fat liberation, the nefarious history and inner workings of the diet industry/"wellness culture", antifat socialization, generational body trauma, the shortcomings of the body positive movement, and/or consider yourself a fat ally, I strongly recommend watching the film and checking out Aubrey's other work & that of her peers such as Da'Shaun L. Harrison and Sabrina Strings

[ohhcinnybuns]

My previous post just gave me a newly established 22!SKK headcanon that Dazai hardly maintains his looks and wakes up flawless, even though he uses the same 5-in-1 lather shampoo concrete mix that should feel like your hair has turned into straw while your skin becomes tacky for some reason.

Still, his hair feels silky after blow drying, with extra volume and fluff, and his skin is soft after each wash, which irks Chuuya.

Don’t get him wrong, Chuuya loves him, but what??? What is happening??? What is Dazai’s secret??

Chuuya douses himself in costly shampoo and conditioner but has to work to keep up with his high maintenance with full-on individual bottles of shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and face wash/cleansers. He can’t eat a piece of chocolate-covered almonds without waking up with acne the following day.

So, is Dazai’s 5-in-1 magic? If Chuuya uses it, will it work on him? The curiosity eats at him. He needs to know.

So, Chuuya tries Dazai’s 5-in-1 lather rinse the next time he showers to see what’s the big deal and IMMEDIATELY tosses it in the trash with an obscene amount of curses. Nope.

His hair knotted, his skin became tacky, and he hated its smell. It had a chemical scent with a mix of flowers that nearly gagged Chuuya with its strength.

Chuuya had to wash his hair in his products twice to remove whatever damage the 5-in-1 did, and Chuuya could hear Dazai giggling from the other side of the door at his colorful language belittling the dumb invention.

When Chuuya steps out of his shower, Dazai can’t help himself in the throes of giggling to say, “It didn’t do anything to you, Chuuya.”

Chuuya can only growl at him and reprimand Dazai. He never wants to see that disgusting product back in his apartment and tells Dazai to find something else instead. With a huff, Chuuya walks away.

Dazai can only smirk at his partner’s sulky behavior, his eyes glinting in mischief. He’s definitely going to bring it back, and who knows, maybe he’ll fill one of Chuuya’s bottles with it, too. He’ll do anything to rile his petite lover once again.

[satans-knitwear]

Breaking news! Basic acts of self care can make u feel good sometimes.

Treat me ~ Tip me

[freakwiththeknifecollection]

how do you think dean feels about aging? obviously we know he never expected to live very long, so when he does i’m sure he’s thankful as hell!! but things like wrinkles, hearing loss, bad eyes, other disabilities that come with age — how do you think he takes it? especially when he was such a physical POWERHOUSE in his prime.

AHH GOOD QUESTION THANK YOU!!!

In general, yeah, every day is a gift because he never would've thought he'd live this long, especially not to see retirement. It wouldn't hit him until his birthday, when he's now in his forties, mid-forties, his fifties, mid-fifties, and so on. Watching his kids get older too would really make him feel old.

But looks-wise, Dean is largely in denial, as we see here

(courtesy of arcanespillo)

I don't think that would change lmao. I think it would take someone else pointing something out to make him feel conscious about it. Like the "What's a dad bod?" moment that one episode (it's escaping me rn I can picture it clear as day). But I think generally he's confident enough in his looks that it doesn't bother him. Especially since he's in a loving, committed relationship.

His body degrading would be much more disheartening (as you've seen in my ficlet about his bad knees) Like, he loves his new quiet retirement life. He still works out regularly and stays in shape in case he does need to fight, so he definitely could be worse-off if he wasn't exercising, but he still lived a really hardcore lifestyle and that did some damage. I think losing his hearing and eyesight would be difficult but losing his mobility would hit him like a truck. At first, he just powers through (to his own detriment later on when he's sore for the next day or two) and he learns the hard way he's better off taking it easier in the first place. But that takes a mental toll as well. It's hard, adjusting to this new normal and letting go of things he used to do, letting go of how his body used to be. He really beats himself up for it. But he has a good support system in his partner who accommodates his needs and they figure everything out together 💖

[isa-ah]

sometimes growing out your hair IS the answer

[flame-shadow]

wait what the fuck-

i muted this post yesterday when it had like. maybe 700 notes. figured i'd check it because i'd gotten a few new followers who are clearly not fandom/bug people. what happened! hello???

[avocado62524]

[coquelicoq]

wakes up. takes out earplugs. ah yes. another fine day in sensory hell.

[brionysea]

once again having the realisation that not only does eating make your body feel good, but NOT eating makes your body feel BAD. french revolution going on in there

[saturnniidae]

I am a fluffy haired Hiccup DENIER. His hair is flat and greasy thank you very much

[tildeathiwillwrite]

June of Doom Day 21

"Let's play a game." / Stairs / Pressure Points / Trapdoor

Prompts List | Event Masterpost

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Fandom: Original Work

Words: 900

Tag List:@juneofdoom @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion

@scaewolf

CW: prison escape, starvation, thirst, knives, headache, nausea, pushing through the pain, frustration, swearing

A/N: Made it to a part 3! Honestly didn't think I'd have the inspiration for more than the one part but here we are.

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For a prison, there was a remarkable lack of guards.

Draven led the way through the winding corridors that seemed to twist and turn at random, lit with torches that had to have been kept burning by magical means because they saw no other living being as they made their way through the prison. Their pace was slow, frustratingly so, with many of the former prisoners weak from hunger and thirst, walking with support from their healthier comrades.

Reprobus walked alongside him on his right, and the woman Draven had given one of his knives to, Gratia, on his left. The man with the remaining knife guarded the back of the group, watching the passage behind them with keen eyes.

When Draven had opened the door leading out of the chamber where he and the others had been imprisoned, he’d expected a fight. A couple guards, perhaps, the one whose boots he’d seen at the very least. Instead, the stone corridor was empty. So he had cautiously led the way out, listening for shouts or footsteps ahead.

Even now, several minutes later, the only sounds he heard were those made by his group. This section of the prison must've been left alone except to add new prisoners and remove the dead. What sort of insane person would think of trying to scale the ropes?

Clearly they hadn’t accounted for Draven’s particular breed of insanity.

The throbbing in his skull was getting worse by the minute. He gritted his teeth against the pain and continued walking. How much longer is this damned hallway?!

As it turned out, not much longer.

The corridor made one more sharp twist before abruptly ending at a blank wall. Draven stared at it, probing his aching mind to make sense of it all. “How… where… this was the only damn way to go!”

He punched the wall and immediately regretted it as his fist connected with solid rock, jarring his arm and shoulder painfully. Cursing, he turned around in a slow circle, eyes searching the walls for something, anything out of place. The group of prisoners whispered to each other, murmured explanations and muttered curses as the news traveled to the rear.

“Draven…” Reprobus touched his arm. Draven turned sharply, a few choice words on his tongue, but the other man simply pointed up. His eyes flicked to the ceiling, finding a wooden square that certainly did not belong with the stone blocks making up the corridor ceiling and walls. A trapdoor.

“Ah. Thank you.”

Gratia eyed the trapdoor critically. “I think I can get up there if you lift me.”

Draven opened his mouth to argue, but the simple act of looking up for more than a few seconds was making his head spin, so he snapped it shut and nodded. She motioned for him to crouch, and he did, interlocking his fingers together as a sort of platform for her to use as a boost to reach the trapdoor.

She wobbled on one foot, free hand firmly on the wall, the other tightly clutching his knife as he slowly raised her, keenly aware of how nausea began to curl in his stomach on top of the headache. The exertion was beginning to get to him. He didn’t know how much longer he had before his body just decided to give out.

Gratia carefully pushed on the trapdoor, displacing it and pushing it out of the way with barely a sound. “Little more!” She hissed, and Draven gritted his teeth before shoving her upward with all his strength. She made a strangled-sounding yelp at the unexpected thrust but managed to scramble through the opening. 

As soon as she was through, she vanished from sight. Draven’s stomach turned, not only from nausea. What if she leaves us behind? What if the guards get her? She can’t properly defend herself. What if she betrays us to the guards? What if—?

Gratia’s head appeared back over the trapdoor. “Found a ladder!” She called softly, the words followed by a scraping sound from above. 

Where in the depths did she find a—?

The ladder slid through the opening without warning and narrowly missed striking Reprobus in the shoulder. He jumped back, cursing.

“Sorry!”

Despite his body’s protests, Draven quickly ascended the rungs, ready for an ambush. It never came. Gratia was alone in a small room that appeared to have once been some sort of storage closet, the shelves long empty and coated in spider webs. “Where’d the ladder come from?”

“It was leaning against the wall outside,” Gratia said by way of explanation as if it was perfectly normal for a ladder to be left lying around unattended. Perhaps it was, here. Draven didn’t know and he certainly didn’t care.

“Alright…” he said softly as Reprobus came up through the trapdoor, the rest of the prisoners soon to follow. “Anyone around?”

Gratia shook her head. “No. But I think I know where we are now.”

Draven raised his eyebrows. “And that is…?”

“We’re inside the keep.”

“…where?”

“The keep? Where the king and his family live?”

…oh. Right. The big stone castle-like building at the center of the fortified walls of the city he and Octavian were visiting. The most secure place in the entire city, the entire country, even. 

“Well… shit.”

[evidently-endless]

anyone else completely overwhelmed at the thought of taking care of themselves for the rest of their lives. like you’re telling me i have to eat well and drink water and do skincare and brush my teeth and move sometimes.. forever? forever? girl i can’t even do that two days in a row

[bigbillybepper]

Here to spam your feed and to remind you I’m strong (at least in appearance)