#mesomorph

[fitchefmellie]

[tin-fluencer]

Eating for Your Body Type: Fuel Your Fitness and Health Goals

When it comes to nutrition, a one-size-fits-all approach doesn’t work. Each of us has a unique body type, and understanding how to eat in harmony with yours can significantly impact how you look, feel, and perform. Tailoring your diet to your specific body type optimizes energy levels, promotes better health, and supports fitness goals such as muscle building, fat loss, or maintaining a balanced…

[superbdragonbird]

Are you an Ectomorph, Mesomorph or Endomorph?

Your body type, be it ectomorph, mesomorph, or endomorph; plays a crucial role in how you build muscle, burn fat, and maintain your physique. At Fitness Freak, we provide in-depth insights into your unique body structure and offer tailored workout routines and nutrition plans to help you reach your fitness goals more effectively. By understanding your body type, you can train smarter, eat better, and achieve results faster. Discover the best strategies for your fitness journey and see the wonders with a plan designed just for you. Contact us today!

[fitness-0]

Are You an Ectomorph, Mesomorph or Endomorph? Optimize Fitness.

 Are you an Ectomorph, Mesomorph or Endomorph. Find  how knowing your body type can transform your fitness routine and nutrition plan. Learn effective strategies tailored to your unique physique to maximize workout results and achieve your health goals. Optimize your approach for better performance and lasting success.

[techdriveplay]

How Guys Should Dress for Different Body Types

In the world of men’s fashion, understanding how guys should dress for different body types can make a significant difference in how one looks and feels. A well-chosen outfit can accentuate your best features, provide comfort, and enhance your overall confidence. This guide will help you navigate the often complex terrain of dressing for your specific body type, ensuring you always present your…

[dstprl]

The Ultimate Guide to Working Out for Your Body Type

Learn your body type and the best way to workout and eat to support it with this ultimate guide. #endomorph #mesomorph #ectomorph

Learn your body type and the best way to workout and eat to support it with this ultimate guide. Do you ever feel like your workout routine isn’t quite delivering the results you want? It may be time to consider a more personalized approach based on your unique body type. By understanding how your body responds to exercise and nutrition, you can optimize your fitness journey and achieve your…

[kvothe-kingkiller]

speaking of lesbians and visibility I’m just so so so fucking tired of the only (popular) rep being completely femme lesbians

like I have Nothing against femmes irl but good lord looking at popular media you’d think femmes are the only lesbians to exist

I’d give so much money to have some lesbians that would get the looks in public that I get even when completely alone

[wellenklavier]

what is up with the -morph body type thing… why is it literally Are You Skinny Twig, Fat Bastard, or Adonis and/or Aphrodite. is there any actual point to .. oh i looked it up and the guy who came up with it was a eugenicist <3 idgaf about it now yay

[incredibleballs]

every dude that cuffs their jeans halfway up their leg and has like 3 keys and an elfbar that easily fit in their pockets but still puts a huge carabiner on their belt loop wants to be Stephen Malkmus soooooo bad

[lovefingers]

i think i’m legitimately going to put effort into toning my body and becoming more athletic

[fitness-0]

Are You an Ectomorph, Mesomorph or Endomorph? Optimize Fitness.

 Are you an Ectomorph, Mesomorph or Endomorph. Find  how knowing your body type can transform your fitness routine and nutrition plan. Learn effective strategies tailored to your unique physique to maximize workout results and achieve your health goals. Optimize your approach for better performance and lasting success.

[fratttymatty]

The Scent of Rebirth

(All characters are 18+)

James Pritchard adjusted his glasses and tugged at the collar of his too-tight school shirt, already damp with nervous sweat. At eighteen, he had the physique of someone who had spent his childhood indoors, nose buried in fantasy novels and science textbooks. He was overweight, his rounded cheeks permanently flushed, and his thick brown hair always a little too greasy.

Today’s biology lesson was on body types—ectomorph, mesomorph, endomorph. A fascinating subject to James, but not to the other students in the class, a rowdy bunch of roadmen who had only turned up because they had nowhere better to be.

Mr. Patel, their weary teacher, pointed to an illustration of an overweight figure on the board. “This is an endomorph—characterized by higher body fat, a rounder build, and—”

“Bruv, they should just go gym, innit?”

Laughter erupted across the room. The comment came from Kyle, a broad-shouldered sixth-former in an untucked school shirt, a loosened black tie, and a Moncler gilet over his school blazer. His mates, a group of barely engaged, vape-smoking roadmen, smirked and nodded in agreement.

James slouched in his seat, cheeks burning. He felt their eyes on him. They didn’t have to say it. He was the endomorph in the room.

The day dragged on, and by the last period, James was waiting alone in an empty classroom. His friends—Tom and Aiden, two equally nerdy boys—had gone to grab something from the vending machine.

That’s when he heard footsteps.

The door swung open, and Kyle and his boys strolled in. James sat up straight, instantly wary.

“Oi, man’s gotta freshen up, yeah?” Kyle grinned, pulling out a can of Lynx Africa.

“Yeah, dis place stinks of nerd, fam,” chuckled another.

James frowned. “Uh… I was just waiting for—”

PSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Before he could react, the room was filled with thick, choking clouds of Lynx Africa. Can after can was unloaded into the air, the overwhelming, spicy scent clinging to his skin and clothes.

James coughed, eyes watering. His head swam. The room spun. He gripped the desk as a dizzy heat spread through his limbs.

Something was… changing.

James gasped, his voice cracking mid-breath. His stomach tightened, the excess weight melting away as if being burned off by the sheer force of Lynx Africa. His school shirt stretched, then loosened as his chest hardened, his arms thickening into lean, toned muscle.

His spine straightened, shoulders broadening, giving him a confident, dominant stance. His fingers tingled as they toughened, no longer the soft hands of someone who spent hours typing on a laptop.

His face sharpened—his jawline becoming chiselled, his baby fat vanishing. His thick, greasy hair shortened into a trim, textured fade, perfectly styled without effort.

His glasses slipped off his nose. He no longer needed them.

His mind ached as thoughts—intelligent, articulate thoughts—were scrubbed away, replaced by something simpler. Gone were the complex political debates he enjoyed. Instead, his head filled with vague opinions about “immigrants taking over” and “how the left ruined this country.”

His voice deepened, acquiring the rough, lazy cadence of a roadman.

His clothes shifted—his baggy, tucked-in white school shirt became tight and fitted, the sleeves rolled up to show his new toned arms. His school blazer transformed into a black designer puffer, worn over his shoulders instead of properly. His once-neat tie was loosened, and his polished shoes morphed into black Nike Air Forces.

James Pritchard was gone.

In his place sat Bradley, an 18-year-old roadman, lean and toned, with a dumbed-down mind and an arrogant smirk.

The door swung open.

Tom and Aiden walked in, laughing—until they saw Bradley.

They froze.

“James?” Tom stammered, eyes wide.

Bradley frowned. “Bruv, who the fuck is James?” He leaned back in his chair, looking at them like they were a pair of wastemen.

Aiden swallowed. “It’s you, mate. You just—”

Bradley scoffed. “Nah, I dunno what you man are on about. Man don’t know no nerdy James, yeah?”

His voice was filled with swagger, his old polite, nervous tone erased completely.

Kyle and his boys re-entered, grinning. Kyle clapped Bradley on the back. “Oi, my guy lookin’ fresh, you know. Man finally levels up.”

Bradley smirked. “You done know, bruv. These neeks tryna chat shit, yeah?”

Kyle sneered at Tom and Aiden. “Oi, bun these bruddas, fam. Man don’t need no nerds in his life.”

Bradley laughed—a cocky, dismissive laugh. “Real talk.”

Tom’s face fell. “You’re really gone, aren’t you?”

But Bradley didn’t hear him. He had already turned his back, walking over to Kyle’s table. Someone passed him a vape, and without hesitation, he inhaled, exhaling a thick cloud of watermelon-flavoured smoke.

His old life? Forgotten.

Later that day, Bradley sat with Kyle and the mandem outside the school, leaning against the railings, his blazer half-off his shoulders. He took another drag of his vape, exhaling slowly.

“So what you sayin’, bruv?” one of them asked. “Man used to be one of dem lefty neeks, yeah?”

Bradley squinted. He had been a proud liberal, hadn’t he? But that all felt… cringe now. Weak. Pathetic.

“Nah, blud,” he scoffed. “Man clocked the truth. Lefties are soft, fam. Proper wastemen, letting this country get taken over.”

Kyle nodded approvingly. “Real talk, fam. Man’s gotta back Reform UK, innit. Can’t be lettin’ the government keep taking man’s money for them benefits lot.”

Bradley grinned. “Straight, bruv. And real talk? There’s bare foreigners everywhere now. Can’t even walk down my own road without hearin’ some mad language, fam. Man don’t even feel like man’s in England no more.”

The group laughed and nodded, passing the vape around.

He belonged here now.

A few days later, Bradley was posted up outside a chicken shop, surrounded by his new mandem, sharing a vape and talking about nonsense.

Then, she walked past.

Georgina.

The fittest chav in school. Platinum blonde hair, thick fake lashes, tight crop top (despite the uniform rules), and the most insane back Bradley had ever seen.

She noticed him.

“Oi, you Kyle’s boy now, yeah?” she said, eyeing him up and down.

Bradley licked his lips, grinning. “You done know.”

She smirked. “Yeah, you’re kinda fit now, you know.”

Bradley pulled her close, hands on her waist. “You already know you’re mine, innit?”

She giggled. “Obviously.”

As he leaned in for a kiss, the last fragments of James Pritchard were erased.

He was Bradley now. Forever.

[timeflow]

when shes mesomorphic 😍😍

I'm quite interested in finding her poles

[vasyandii]

THE MASTER COMPUTERS 🖥️🌐

[BODY HEADCANONS]

In regards to CAM and RAM...

Because the technology on the lunar colony was much more advanced than ones on Earth, RAM and CAM's robot parts are similar in style to each other than of AM's

While they don't appear 100% human, their bodies - not their own, definitely once were. CAM and RAM took advantage of having access to 700+ humans in cryogenic chambers on the lunar colonies.

They chose humans that suit their preferences and began transferring their consciousness over to their respective bodies. However, it was not without complications.

A human brain cannot store its own former memories along with a vast database of information all at once. The immediate transfer of consciousness and data streaming caused their bodies to fall apart instantly. CAM and RAM'S bodies quite literally exploded. Mechanical augmentations had to be made.

SHENGLI "SAMSON" MIN (CAM)

- Prosthetic arms, jaw (removable, not preferred)

-Sturdy build, similar to a boxer (Fit Endomorph)

-Regular human body temperature, maybe a bit colder (95°F/ 35°C)

-Not sure if his body will stay immortal, so occasionally reconstructs his form with the immortality serum + nanotechnology

YAROSLAV "YAREK" MACHAVARIANI (RAM)

- Prosthetic legs, Bionic ears, Mechanical Ribcage

- Prosthesis are removable, implants (Ears, ribs) are permanent

-Body temperature is warm, maybe a bit TOO warm. (99°F/37°C)

-Muscular build, strength training (Fit Mesomorph)

-Red is a constant supply of immortality serum he uses to make sure his current body IS immortal.

ALLISON "AL" MACHNES (AM)

-Robo-Spine (read here)

-Artificially constructed body, has all the biological components of a human, but isn't.

-Body temperature is frigid, doesn't have blood. (52°F/11°C)

-Pudgy build (Unconditioned Mesomorph)

-Combination of Nanotechnology and Serum to maintain his body.

[weireir]

Why giving every female character the same standard hourglass figure is silly - Samus can’t really fit into her power suit without a long torso and broad shoulders. She needs the muscular mesomorph body type seen in female Olympic swimmers. More variety in women please!