#putter technique

[macrogolf12]

Advantages and Key features of Arm Anchor Grip

The Arm Anchor Grip has emerged as a vital tool in various sports and fitness disciplines, enhancing performance and supporting rehabilitation efforts. This innovative grip is particularly beneficial in activities requiring strength, precision, and stability, making it a popular choice among athletes, fitness enthusiasts, and individuals recovering from injuries.

What is Arm Anchor Grip?

The Arm Anchor Grip is designed to help users maintain control during exercises while promoting proper form and reducing the risk of injury. Its unique features cater to a wide range of applications, from pole dancing and weightlifting to rehabilitation exercises.

Why Choose Arm Anchor Grip?

Key Features

Ergonomic Design - It typically includes adjustable straps and ergonomic handles, providing a secure yet comfortable fit. This design allows users to perform a variety of exercises without discomfort.

Robust Locking Mechanism - The grip secures the arm in place, ensuring stability during movements that require a strong grip. This characteristic is important for maintaining proper posture and technique.

Versatility - One of the standout features of this grip is its adaptability. It can be used for lifting weights, supporting push-ups, enhancing pull-up techniques, and more, making it suitable for various workout routines.

Portability - The compact design of this grip makes it easy to transport, allowing users to incorporate it into their workouts at the gym, park, or home. This convenience is especially valuable in today’s fitness landscape, where home workouts are increasingly popular.

Impact on Performance

This Grip has garnered widespread positive feedback for its ability to provide stability without sacrificing flexibility. Users report experiencing a newfound sense of control during exercises that challenge their grip or posture. Whether it’s weightlifting or resistance training, the grip enables them to maintain form and enhance workout effectiveness, even during high-intensity movements.

Therapeutic Benefits

Beyond its athletic applications, this grip is an essential tool for rehabilitation. Regular use can help promote a functional sitting position, increase head and upper trunk strength, and improve control. This makes it an ideal choice for individuals recovering from injuries or those seeking to enhance their overall physical capabilities.

Why Choose

The Arm Anchor Grip is much more than just a training aid. Its ergonomic design, versatility, and therapeutic benefits make it a key asset for athletes and fitness enthusiasts alike. By improving grip strength, offering stability and support, and reducing the risk of injury, it plays a critical role in enhancing performance and promoting muscle growth across a range of activities.

Whether you’re a seasoned athlete or just beginning your fitness journey, incorporating this grip into your routine can lead to significant improvements in your performance and overall well-being. Fitness professionals endorse this grip for its role in strengthening underused or weakened muscle groups.

[astaroth1357]

"MC, Who's Best in Bed??":

*on an average HoL morning, the MC is trying to enjoy a cup of tea in the dining room but there's been nothing but shouting in the House for about an hour now... They’re nearly at their wits end when the seven culprits come marching in the room themselves, glaring at esch other. Before MC can even speak, Asmo takes initiative and slams his hands down onto the table, making their teacup clatter*

Asmo: MC, you have to be the one settle this! Which one of us is best in bed???

*the MC... almost does a spit take*

MC: Excuse me???

Mammon: You heard'em! You outta know by now, so who is it??

*the MC looks at their demons like they've gone mental, but seven pairs of eyes stare back at them expectantly, hell, even determinedly. Seeing that they likely can't weasel out of this, the MC gives in with a sigh*

MC: .... Do you really want to know?

Asmo: Of course!!

Satan: We promise we'll be alright with whoever you choose...

Mammon: But it's gonna be me, right??

Satan: Shut up, Mammon!! 😡

MC: Well... if I have to pick...

MC: It's gotta be Lucifer.

Lucifer: *smiles REAL wide for a guy who's been pretending that this conversation is juvenile and beneath him...*

Lucifer: Well. I think that settles that.

*he walks over and arrogantly kisses the back of MC's hand while his brothers all groan somewhere between irritation and disappointment...*

Mammon: Look what ya did, MC, he's never gonna get over himself now!!

Lucifer: Mammoooon?

Mammon: 😨 Shit!

MC: It is Mammon, actually.

Mammon: Eeh-?? Er, s-SEE I TOLD YA!!

*he tries to act proud, and he is, but it's pretty obvious to everyone that he got caught off guard and is flustered as hell*

Mammon: W-who else could it be but the Great Mammon? Right??? This is why I'm their first!!

*Mammon continues to loudly bluster and gloat as MC gets up from the table, taking their teacup with them*

MC: It sure is~

*they peck him on the cheek, which bluescreens his brain while his brothers scoff in disgust*

Belphie: Geez, at least get a room first guys... 🙄

MC: You won’t believe me, but it's Levi.

*the brother stop, collectively look at each other, and then shake their heads*

All (INCLUDING Levi): We don't believe you.

MC: *shrugs nonchalantly and takes another sip of tea* What'd I tell ya?

Asmo: MC, you can't be serious...

MC: *looks him dead in the eye* Two. Dicks. Need I say more? Because I can! He can also-mph!!

*a confused MC gets a hand clamped over their mouth by a mortified Levi, who's still puttering around to figure out how he should feel*

Levi: M-MC! Please...!! 😣

Satan: So there ARE some things that better left unknown... Fantastic... 😰🤢

MC: It’s actually you, Satan!

Satan: *blinks* Eh? Oh really...?

*already turning his head towards Lucifer with a BIG shit-eating grin*

Satan: What do you know? Looks like we've heard it, haven't we?

Lucifer: *angerily covering up his frustration behind a stone cold poker face* So we have... Not that it matters.

Satan: Hm. Your face says otherwise. 😏

Lucifer: Don't push your luck....

MC: Asmo. It's Asmo, it's obviously Asmo!!

Asmo: THANK YOU!!

Asmo: Honestly, it's like no one understands my job description here!!

Asmo: I can, will, and do fuck better than all of you! You just have to accept that. 😌

Mammon: Ugh! Give it a rest already... 😮‍💨

MC: You know what? It's Beel.

*the brothers stop and collectively look at their absolute UNIT of a sibling.... then breathe a combined sigh of defeat*

Beel: *flustered pink from embarrassment, but still very happy to hear it* Thank you, MC. 😊

MC: You're welcome, Beel! 🙂

MC: Weirdly enough, it's Belphie...

Belphie: What do you mean, "weirdly?"

MC: I mean, if we were just going based off resumes here, I wouldn't exactly put yours on top.

MC: But you're living proof "work smarter, not harder" are words to live by. Your technique is flawless!

Belphie: .... I'm not sure how to feel about this anymore....

Bonus:

MC: *gives a blank, thousand yard stare into the middle distance*

Mammon: Uhhhm.... MC? Still there?

MC: I just realized something... I'm really am going to Hell...

Levi: Huh? But you're already here...?

MC: *gets up from the chair and starts to jog away urgently* I think I need a priest...

Belphie: What? Why?? Is being here a problem to you??? 🤬

MC: *calls out as they skid past the doorway* It is because I'm fucking an angel!!! 😫

[brucewaynehater101]

When the others inevitably find out about the warped dynamic between Tim and Bruce they decide to completely take advantage of it and tell Tim that they’re planning on going out

And tim sees them as his siblings or distant relatives so he doesn’t really think that he needs to give them permission or that he has any authority over them so he just nods and tells them to be safe

When they get caught by Bruce they just immediately throw Tim under the bus by saying that he said they could go and Tim is realizing that his siblings are exploiting the loophole that is Tim and must work his way out of this blunder

Alright. Brilliant. However, here's how I'm imaging the scene to play out:

~~~

Damian has been glaring at Tim for the last thirteen minutes. Tim has been steadfast in ignoring whatever weird intimidation technique the kid is trying to pull with him. As he's taken to most of the batkids, he sticks to the motto, "it's not my business until it is."

The best part about that motto is how vague it is so Tim can shape it to whatever aim he pleases. It works for him, and it works against everyone else (unless it's Duke. The teen ruthlessly utilizes the loophole of making whatever situation he needs Tim for into Tim's problem).

Regardless, Tim has been clacking away at Neon Knights paperwork while Damian stares at Tim without blinking. An idle thought of Tim's almost makes him navigate to LoA servers to check their training programs (thirteen whole minutes without blinking???), but his willpower is strong enough to ignore it.

"Timothy."

Tim immediately closes his laptop and whips around to Damian.

Did the little gremlin actually refer to Tim by his first name?

Tim's fingers twitch with the urge to perform an injury check on the kid, but he refrains. Damian seems fine.

Well... besides the unblinking stare for thirteen minutes and the first name. Maybe Tim should perform tha-

"Colin and I would like to go to the zoo on Saturday, Timothy."

Tim's thoughts snap back to present at the confusing series of events that are playing out. He clocks the kid's clenched teeth, his hesitancy to even utter any words, the delayed conversation, the first name usage, the way Damian's eyes betray irritation and anticipation, his strict posture, and the way Damian's hands are clasped behind his back. It's a confusing set of clues laid out before Tim, and he can only come to one conclusion.

Damian is reaching out and offering an olive branch. He's offering random information in his socially stunted way of bonding.

Tim allows a soft smile to appear on his face as he nods. "Are there any animals in particular you want to see?"

Damian's eyebrow furrow, but he does answer the question. "Richard has prattled on about the elegance of elephants. Colin is partial to the tigers."

While that didn't necessarily answer the question, Tim offers him a nod. "I particularly enjoy their bird enclosures. They allow you to walk inside some of them as they fly around you."

Damian's eyes gain a concerning gleam to them, but Tim just hopes this bonding exercise brings them closer together. It's been hectic in the Manor ever since the other Bats found out about the true nature of his relationship with Bruce. It's not as huge of a deal as they seem to be making of it.

Tim grabs his laptop, places it on his lap, and pries it open again. "I hope you guys have fun at the zoo."

By the soft and intentional putter of feet, Tim can hear Damian walking away. "Thank you, Timothy."

"You're welcome, Dames."

Tim finds out Saturday night, when the batcave is filled with 3 tigers, 6 elephants, and so many birds, what Damian actual meant by him going to the zoo. Bruce is furious, several of the Batkids are laughing, and Tim is quietly hiding his amusement as well.

Or he was until Damian explained that Tim had given him permission to do it and even told him to grab all the birds.

[kangshxrtie]

ch. 31 ⤍ just for me

the evening air is warm, with just a light breeze. the glow of the waterpark surrounding you reflects in the shallow pools. the mini-golf course wraps around the park's water features. 

you step up to the tee. the first hole looks simple enough: a straight path to a hole behind a small hill.

you tap the ball, but you give it a little too much force. it zooms straight past the hole, barely missing the edge of the course. you and kazuha burst into laughter, realizing just how off your aim was.

kazuha covers her mouth with her hand, giggling. "damn, i fully thought you were lying when you said you were bad."

"shut up," you grin. "you’re about to do the same thing."

kazuha steps up confidently, pretending to stretch dramatically as if she’s about to tee off at a professional golf tournament. she taps the ball gently, but it veers to the side, bumping against the edge of the course before rolling back toward the starting line. you both burst out laughing, realizing that this night is going to be less about who wins and more about who messes up the least.

as you move through the next few holes, your technique doesn’t exactly improve. the third hole has a water hazard, which is pretty on-brand considering you’re basically in the middle of a waterpark. the goal is to hit the ball over a small stream running through the course, but when you take your shot, it doesn’t quite make it. instead, the ball rolls right into the stream, before drifting towards a nearby fountain.

you watch in dismay as your ball floats away.

"that’s so fucked up" you groan, shaking your head.

kazuha steps forward, already pulling her club back. "i got you," she says confidently.

she crouches down near the water and skillfully uses the handle of her putter to drag the ball closer. once it's within reach, she scoops it out and tosses it back onto the course.

you sigh in relief and give her a sheepish smile. "my hero."

kazuha grins, her eyes sparkling in the soft lighting. "anytime."

moving on to the next set of holes, you manage to do slightly better, but still find yourself accidentally hitting the ball too hard or in completely the wrong direction. on the fifth hole, you're aiming for a narrow pathway, butyour ball refuses to go straight. it veers off to the left, and you frown down at it in frustration.

you roll your eyes playfully. "i can't shoot straight to save my life."

kazuha raises an eyebrow, then smirks. "well, i guess it fits, considering you're not exactly straight either."

you laugh at her remark, but before you can respond, she steps behind you. "let me help."

kazuha’s arms wrap around you gently as she adjusts your grip on the putter. her presence making you forget about the game entirely. you can feel her breath against your ear as she leans in closer.

“just... like this,” she whispers, guiding your hands. together, you pull the putter back and hit the ball, sending it in a smooth, straight line toward the hole. it rolls in easily, and you both watch it drop in with satisfaction.

“easy,” she says, still standing close behind you.

you turn to look at her, and for a split second, everything seems to slow down. her face is just inches from yours, and the playful smirk on her lips softens into something sweeter. but before either of you can linger on the moment, she steps back with a grin.

“guess we’re just better together,” she jokes.

you laugh and shake your head. “guess so.”

a few more holes go by, and at this point, you’ve stopped even pretending to take the game seriously. neither of you is keeping score, which kazuha insists is for the best since you’ve probably shot your ball out of bounds more times than you’ve actually made it into a hole.

on the twelfth hole, you encounter a log swinging back and forth, a seemingly impossible obstacle to get through without some crazy luck. you hesitate for a moment, lining up your shot, but kazuha just steps up confidently. she swings her club in a smooth arc, and the ball sails perfectly between the swinging log, landing right in the hole.

"there’s no fucking way!" you exclaim.

kazuha grins and shrugs like it’s no big deal. “i guess i’m just that good.”

you roll your eyes but can’t help but admire her skill.

by the fifteenth hole, you’re feeling a bit better about your game, but still managing to hit the ball into the most inconvenient spots. you shoot too hard on one of the more straightforward holes, sending your ball flying off the course and into a ditch just off to the side, hidden by some bushes. it’s dark out now, the lights around the course casting long shadows, and you groan when you realize where your ball has landed.

“ugh, not again.”

kazuha gives you a teasing look. "what is it with you and losing your ball?”

you shrug dramatically. “it’s a talent.”

without a word, she grabs a flashlight from her phone and heads toward the bushes where your ball disappeared. you watch as she crouches down, vanishing briefly into the darkness before emerging a few seconds later, holding up your ball triumphantly.

"got it!"

you flash her a grateful smile as she walks back over to hand it to you. “you’re seriously a hero tonight.”

she waves it off casually, though you catch the slight blush on her cheeks. "anything for you."

finally, as you wrap up the eighteenth and last hole, kazuha laughs and puts her arm around your shoulders. "i think we can both agree that you won.”

you scoff, "i really don’t believe that."

kazuha shrugs. “doesn’t matter. i wasn’t keeping score, so let’s just say you win.”

"whatever you say."

kazuha gives you a playful nudge. "we play indoors next time though.”

laughing, you give her a light shove as you both walk to return your clubs. the night air feels a little cooler now, the soft glow of the waterpark fading behind you as you make your way back to the car.

the drive back is peaceful, filled with a conversation about the game and ideas for another date, and before you know it, you’re pulling into your driveway.

once inside, you head to your room. as you sit down beside kazuha, you notice the way she’s looking at you, soft, but there’s something more behind her eyes.

you turn toward kazuha, leaning closer. “why are you looking at me like that?” you ask, a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

her gaze drops to your mouth, her lips parting as she whispers, “what? i can’t look at my beautiful girlfriend.” her voice is soft, but the intensity in her eyes makes your heart race.

“you can but i feel like you have other intentions,” you reply, leaning in just enough to tempt her.

“mmm,” kazuha nods, her eyes flicking back to your lips as she licks her own, the action slow and deliberate. “you know me so well,” she rasps lowly.

that’s all you needed to hear. you grab her face with both hands, pulling her lips to yours in one swift motion. her mouth meets yours with a sense of urgency—her lips soft but slightly chapped, adding to the rawness of the moment. her hands grip at your shirt, tugging you closer as the kisses grow desperate, and messy, both of you fighting for control.

you shift onto your knees, shrugging off your jacket without breaking the kiss, your lips locked in a heated exchange. kazuha’s hands find their way under your shirt, her fingers tracing your waist before tugging at the waistband of your jeans.

you pull back suddenly, just enough to break the kiss, and look down at her from your position above, a smirk playing on your lips. “nuh-uh. me first,” you whisper, your voice dripping with confidence. you push her gently, guiding her back onto the bed until she’s lying beneath you.

you shift to her right side, leaning down to kiss up the length of her neck, your breath hot against her skin. “how long have you wanted this?” you murmur, your fingers deftly unbuttoning her jeans.

“so long,” she breathes out, her voice barely audible, her eyes fluttering closed in anticipation.

you let out a quiet, breathy laugh, your lips trailing to the other side of her neck. as your hand slips into her underwear, your fingers brush lightly over her, teasing. “so wet already,” you tease, your voice laced with amusement.

kazuha lets out a soft moan, her body tensing as one of her arms wraps around you, her grip tight. “please,” she whispers, the need in her voice evident.

you kiss up the curve of her neck, your lips brushing against her ear as you apply the slightest pressure over her clit. “is this why we couldn’t stay longer?” you whisper, teasing her as your fingers move slowly. “needed me to take care of you, huh?”

her eyes meet yours, cheeks flushed with the familiar heat of desire, and she shoots you a playful look, biting back a smirk. “fuck you,” she teases, her voice breathless but full of challenge.

you smirk right back, your fingers moving with more purpose now. "we'll see about that."

you release the pressure from her clit, and kazuha's reaction is immediate. “no—please,” she whimpers, her hand moving toward yours in desperation. but before she can reach you, you grab her wrist, pinning it down with your free hand.

your lips graze her neck as you continue kissing her slowly. your other hand caresses her slit, spreading her wetness over her aching core, teasing her without giving her what she wants. her hips buck up instinctively, seeking more, but you pull your hand away, a wicked glint in your eye.

“needed me to fuck you?” you repeat, your voice low and commanding.

kazuha squirms beneath you, her body betraying her impatience. “yeah, okay,” she groans, her frustration apparent.

you hover your palm just above her pussy, watching her squirm as her need intensifies. “please,” she gasps, eyes squeezed shut, hips jerking toward your hand.

leaning down, your lips brush her ear, your voice barely a whisper. “please what?”

“i need you to—” she stammers, her breath catching, a sharp exhale interrupting her words.

“to what?” you ask, pulling back to look at her. one of your fingers now circles her clit, teasing it, but still refusing to apply any real pressure. her hips buck upward again, craving more, but you withdraw your hand once more.

“i need you to fuck me,” she whispers, her voice shaky as she bites her bottom lip. her hips keep moving, slow and desperate, silently begging for relief.

“so needy,” you chuckle, leaning down to kiss her lips softly.

you pull back slightly, your voice firm. “take this off.” you tug at the waistband of her underwear, watching her eagerly lift her hips to help you remove both her jeans and underwear. once she’s bare before you, you shift, positioning yourself between her legs.

you drape one of her legs over your shoulder as you lower yourself onto your stomach. your hand reaches up under her hoodie, cupping one of her breasts, your fingers kneading gently as your lips descend to her clit. you start with slow licks, teasing her with the tip of your tongue.

at the same time, your other hand slips two fingers inside her, her slick heat welcoming you instantly. you push in slowly, savoring the way her body responds to your touch.

“oh fuck,” kazuha groans, her back arching off the bed as the sensations overwhelm her.

you start slowly pumping your fingers in and out of kazuha, your tongue swirling over her clit with expert precision. kazuha props herself up on her elbows, her eyes glued to you, watching the way you’re working her body. her lips part slightly, brows furrowing in pure bliss.

“holy fuck,” she whispers, her voice breathless as your pace quickens, your fingers plunging deeper, faster.

just as your mouth momentarily leaves her clit, she swiftly moves her leg off your shoulder and grabs the back of your head, forcing your mouth back between her legs. “don’t fucking stop,” she growls through gritted teeth, desperate for the release only you can give her.

a moan rumbles through your throat against her clit, and kazuha collapses back fully onto the bed, her back arching as you slide a third finger inside her. the sensation making a groan slip past her lips as your free hand presses down firmly on her lower abdomen, intensifying the pleasure.

“you could’ve just asked if you needed it this bad,” you tease, pulling your lips back slightly from her sensitive bundle of nerves.

“shut up,” kazuha chokes out, her voice thick with need.

“mmm, are you gonna come? just for me?” you taunt, the sight of her unraveling beneath you almost too much to believe. her thighs tremble with each stroke of your fingers, and you can feel her clenching tighter around them.

“mhm,” she breathes, her eyes shut tight, barely able to focus on anything but the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. sensing her getting closer, you curl your fingers inside her, hitting that spot as you suck on her clit with renewed intensity.

kazuha gasps, her body completely surrendering to the sensations. both of her hands grip your hair as the tension in her core tightens, bringing her right to the brink.

“i’m gonn—oh fuck—i’m fucking cumming,” she moans loudly, her head thrown back as she finally lets go. you feel the warm gush of liquid coating your fingers and lips as she squirts, her body convulsing beneath you.

you pull back slightly, withdrawing your fingers as you sit up on your knees. her pussy is glistening, soaking wet, the sound of your fingers pumping in and out of her still echoing in your ears.

“fuck~,” you drawl, your palm resting against her pulsating core. your eyes flick up to kazuha’s face, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly as she catches her breath.

“you okay?” you ask softly.

kazuha nods, still too breathless to speak, her eyes closed in blissful exhaustion.

“where the fuck did you—” kazuha's voice is shaky, her breathing still uneven as she tries to gather herself.

she takes a moment, catching her breath, and then chuckles softly between breaths. “where did you learn how to do all that?”

you shrug casually, a small smirk forming on your lips as you lay down beside her. “i guess i’ve had enough practice to know what i’m doing,” you say.

the room is now enveloped in soft darkness, the sun almost completely set, casting shadows across the walls. you hear kazuha pulling up her jeans as you stare up at the ceiling. before you know it, her face hovers above yours, her expression a mix of playful curiosity and lingering desire.

her hand slips under your shirt, fingertips brushing the waistband of your jeans as she leans in to press her lips softly against yours. the kiss is tender but laced with intention.

“my turn?” she whispers against your lips, her voice low and teasing, her fingers tracing the edge of your jeans. the suggestion sends a new rush of excitement through you, and you can’t help but smile, anticipation building once again.

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an ⤍ soo this seems like a good point to say next chapter might be the last

[unlimitedbutchworks]

they’ve invented a marvelous new driving technique for everyone to try . And they’re calling it taking the protected left immediately and in timely fashion instead of staring at the arrow for four whole seconds and then puttering through slow enough to prevent the majority of cars behind you from having enough time to go even though they all potentially could’ve made it

[mydaddywiki]

Billy Casper

Physique: Husky Build Height: 5'11" (1.8 m)

William Earl Casper Jr. (June 24, 1931 – February 7, 2015) was an American professional golfer. He was one of the most prolific tournament winners on the PGA Tour from the mid-1950s to the mid-1970s. Casper won three major championships, represented the United States on a then-record eight Ryder Cup teams, and holds the U.S. record for career Ryder Cup points won. After reaching age 50, Casper regularly played the Senior PGA Tour and was a winner there until 1989. In his later years, Casper successfully developed businesses in golf course design and management of golf facilities. Casper was inducted to the World Golf Hall of Fame in 1978.

Long considered one of the preeminent putters of his era, Casper was one of golf’s great champions during an era dominated by legends such as Jack Nicklaus, Arnold Palmer and Gary Player. Mmm… those three could catch a dick from me. Never a flashy gallery favorite, Casper developed his own self-contained style, relying on solid technique, determination, concentration, and perseverance.

Casper was nicknamed ‘Buffalo Bill’ because of his unique diet of exotic meat of bear, elk, hippopotamus and buffalo. Lets just say, I have another exotic meat he could have eaten. My penis. He died at age 83 in 2015 of a heart attack at his home in Springville, Utah. He was survived by his wife of more than 60 years, 11 children, six of whom are adopted, 71 grandchildren and numerous great-grandchildren.

[dawnrider]

Hi doll! I’m sending you these asks now for your 20 yr tomorrow.

Happy 20 Years Dawn! That’s so exciting! 💕You ready for some questions, because I wanna know so much.

1. What is your favorite story you’ve written? (It doesn’t have to be completed or even posted, just one that stands out for you.)

2. Do you have any projects coming up for this next year that you’re excited about?

3. Would you rather become a famous writer, being able to make money for doing something you love, or keep writing as a hobby for the rest of your life, but still really enjoying it?

4. What made you start writing in the first place?

5. Do anybody in your life outside of tumblr/fanfiction/ao3 know you write? What was their response/how do they feel about it now?

6. Is there anything you’d like to learn? (Could be a hobby, a new technique in your writing, a skill for work, improvement for something you already do,etc.)

7. What is something most people don’t know about you?

8. If you could write one paragraph (3-5 sentences) to describe your life, your experiences, your personality, who you are, what would it say?

9. Any advice for people who write/create, new beginners or experienced ones?

10. What is a goal you wish to accomplish this next year in regard to writing?

Well hi @heynikkiyousofine! Here goes!

1. What is your favorite story you’ve written? (It doesn’t have to be completed or even posted, just one that stands out for you.)

I think it's a toss up between To Sleep Perchance to Dream, How Does Your Garden Grow, and Given. They're all pretty different, but they all try to characterize our favorite idiots as close to canon as I could get them.

2. Do you have any projects coming up for this next year that you’re excited about?

I'm always tinkering, puttering, procrastinating. I'm excited to finish up Garden, which will hopefully be sooner rather than later. And Possibly Your Lying Smile, if the stars align properly. And of course, always excited for @inuparentsday in January!

3. Would you rather become a famous writer, being able to make money for doing something you love, or keep writing as a hobby for the rest of your life, but still really enjoying it?

That's a hard one. If I could still love it as much as I do and make money from it? I think that's a no brainer. But obviously the reality is a lot different. Writing doesn't pay the bills, especially not right away. So I can dream about it, but I think it will always just be a hobby, and that's ok.

4. What made you start writing in the first place?

I used to write silly stuff as a kid. Like 10/12 years old. I always wanted more story than what I read. So I made more. I started fanfiction in college though. I was inspired, was often alone, and had the free time between classes and while working overnights in my dorm.

5. Do anybody in your life outside of tumblr/fanfiction/ao3 know you write? What was their response/how do they feel about it now?

Just a neighbor friend, and now my best friend. Obviously Mister does too. My neighbor is an editor, so I asked for her help with the chapter Fundamental from Bushel and a Peck. I wanted an outside perspective and she was willing to help. My best friend I just recently told and she was very happy for me. She was amazed that I'd kept it secret for so long, but also impressed that I had done something for so long.

Mister is... He's not always that supportive. But it is what it is.

6. Is there anything you’d like to learn? (Could be a hobby, a new technique in your writing, a skill for work, improvement for something you already do, etc.)

I always dream about being able to do art. I can admit that I just don't have the patience to keep at it. I'm one of those people that doesn't stick with something if I think I suck at it. I do dabble with handwriting/hand lettering stuff and would like to work on it more.

7. What is something most people don’t know about you?

Uh.... Hell... lol I've mentioned it before, but maybe not recently. I am a swing dancer. Mainly Lindy Hop. I haven't gone as much recently with kids and COVID, but at one time I danced 4-6 nights a week. I was an instructor in my old city for years.

8. If you could write one paragraph (3-5 sentences) to describe your life, your experiences, your personality, who you are, what would it say?

I suppose I would say that I am someone who tries to take care of others, sometimes to the detriment of myself. It has been my mode of operation for most of my life. Writing is one way in which I am able to do something that is ultimately for me. (Though I share it with you all because I can and you're so kind about it!)

9. Any advice for people who write/create, new beginners or experienced ones?

Mostly that you should enjoy it. It was something we often said about dancing (as a hobby): Once it's not fun anymore, it becomes Work™. Don't make your hobby Work™. You are not obligated to anyone to create something in a certain way, in a certain timeframe, or even at all. If you choose to post your work, do it when you're ready to, not because someone is making demands of you.

10. What is a goal you wish to accomplish this next year in regard to writing?

Finishing WIPs where I can manage it. And moving older stuff from FFnet to AO3 after editing and modifying as needed.

[ranger-rai]

Can you bury leaves from a grass-type move to enrich soil for berry trees? Leafage, Magical Leaf, etc... I’m trying to establish some tress and make sure the berries are really rich in vitamins. Might even try selling them.

Long answer short: Kinda?

Basically those attacks are embedded with energy from the pokemon.

If a move like Bullet Seed is used, the seeds won't grow anything, but let's say you had your pokemon put some seeds in their mouth and then used it, it's like a faster way to plant seeds.

Let's pretend that your grass type, say a Bulbasaur, is a battery.

When using a move like Razor Leaf, it's producing those leaves from their body make up, with some pokemon producing the materials naturally and more frequently.

Bulbasaur naturally produces heavy spores, seeds, and some leaves, especially as it evolves.

Because of this, you could technically harvest their materials but their properties won't be that much different than leaves from poisonous plants or other plants of the same type.

Now let's say you have a Grass type like Treeco.

This pokemon doesn't have much naturally growing foliage on its body, even as it evolves, with the exception being its tail.

Moves like Razor Leaf aren't too abundant so it's body might "super charge" the leaves to make up for its lack of leaves, or it learns a move like "Leaf Blade" to compensate.

So the plants that come off of pokemon are sometimes embedded with some extra energy, but it putters out pretty quickly.

Magical Leaf is similar, but the energy lasts a little longer, but the most this does is helps plants take to soil faster, think of it energizing the nutrients of the dirt.

While this technique could be used to help things grow in a pinch, you're better off just using much made from egg shells, compost and such or having a pokemon use status moves like "Growth, Ingrain and healing plants with Synthesis" to help stimulate growth.

Attack type moves and their remnants don't do as much.

What works better is when you can trim off leftover bits like Chestnauts shield trimmings, Serperior's overgrown collar, And especially Torterra's pruned branches.

Turn those into mulch, and you will get better results.

[discflightpro]

Driving with a Putter in Disc Golf Explained

When it comes to disc golf, driving with a putter might not be the first technique that comes to mind. However, using a putter for long throws in disc golf can actually be a game-changer. By understanding the benefits and mastering the proper technique, you can improve your accuracy and overall performance on the course.

Key Takeaways:

Driving with a putter in disc golf can improve accuracy and control. Using a putter for long throws requires proper technique and practice. Putters have a slower speed but offer greater control and accuracy. Choosing the right putter is crucial for maximum driving performance. Consistent practice is essential for improving driving accuracy with a putter in disc golf.

Can you drive with a putter in disc golf Yes, you can drive with a putter in disc golf. While putters are typically used for shorter shots and putting, they can also be used for driving off the tee. Putters have a slower speed than other discs, but they offer greater control and accuracy. Driving with a putter requires proper technique and release, but it can be an effective way to navigate the course and improve your game.

When using a putter for driving, you may need to adjust your throwing technique slightly to maximize distance and accuracy. Focus on a smooth and controlled throw, releasing the disc at the correct angle and with the right amount of power. It’s important to maintain a consistent grip and follow-through to ensure a clean release and maintain control of the disc throughout the flight.

Driving with a putter can be particularly useful in situations where accuracy and control are more important than distance. For shorter holes or tight fairways, a putter can help you hit your target with precision and avoid potential hazards. Additionally, using a putter for driving can help beginners develop better throwing form and technique before transitioning to more high-speed discs.

While driving with a putter may not give you the same distance as a high-speed driver disc, it can still be an effective strategy that allows you to play to your strengths. As with any aspect of disc golf, practice and experimentation are key to finding what works best for you. Don’t be afraid to try different discs and techniques to discover your personal driving style with a putter.

The Fundamentals of Putter Driving in Disc Golf

Understanding Putter Dynamics for Disc Golf Drives When driving with a putter in disc golf, it is important to understand the dynamics of the putter disc. Putters have a deeper and more rounded rim compared to other discs, making them less aerodynamic but better at sticking in the chains of a basket.

They have slower speeds and a straighter flight path, allowing for accurate shots and control. Knowing how the putter disc behaves in flight will help you choose the right angles and release for maximum distance and accuracy.

Choosing the Right Putter for Maximum Driving Performance Selecting the right putter for driving in disc golf is crucial for maximum performance. Look for a putter with a little added stability and a comfortable profile that fits well in your hand. Opt for a putter made of premium plastic, which can handle high-speed throws without deformation.

Consider the grip and feel of the putter, as it should offer confidence and control during drives. Experiment with different putters to find the one that suits your throwing style and gives you the best results on the course.

Mastering Disc Golf Putter Driving Technique Mastering the technique of driving with a putter in disc golf is essential for achieving maximum distance and accuracy. Use a fan grip or modified fan grip for better control when throwing a putter. Focus on timing your release correctly, avoiding early or late releases that can cause the disc to veer off course.

Releasing the disc out in front of you at 12 o’clock with your thumb pointing forward will help the disc fly straight. Practice throwing the putter with height and follow-through for increased distance. Experiment with different release angles and techniques to find what works best for you.

The Importance of Practice in Putter Driving Practice is key when it comes to improving your putter driving skills in disc golf. Take your driving putter to an open field and practice releasing it correctly to get a feel for the timing and technique. Repeat the motion and release the disc multiple times to develop muscle memory and consistency.

Once you have a good grasp of the basics, take your putter to the course and practice throwing it in different situations, such as tunnel shots or straight approach shots. With consistent practice, you can overcome obstacles and improve your driving accuracy with a putter in disc golf.

Conclusion Driving with a putter in disc golf can have a significant impact on your game. While putters are typically associated with shorter shots and putting, they can also be effective for driving off the tee. By understanding the dynamics of putter discs, choosing the right putter, mastering the driving technique, and consistently practicing, you can achieve maximum distance and accuracy with a putter in disc golf.

Ezoic When driving with a putter, it is important to consider the unique characteristics of putter discs. Their slower speeds and straighter flight paths allow for better control and accuracy. By selecting a putter with added stability and a comfortable profile, you can ensure a confident grip and optimal performance. Additionally, practicing proper throwing techniques, such as using a fan grip or modified fan grip, and focusing on timing and release, can help you achieve straighter shots and increased distance.

Consistent practice is key to improving your putter driving skills in disc golf. Taking your putter to an open field and honing your release technique will build muscle memory and consistency. It is also important to practice throwing your putter in different situations on the course. By dedicating yourself to skill development and mastering the art of driving with a putter, you can enhance your disc golf game and become a more well-rounded player.

ORIGINALLY FOUND ON- Source: Disc Flight Pro(https://discflightpro.com/driving-with-a-putter-in-disc-golf/)

[kelliealtogether]

MMOYM IX is so mysteriously titled that I must know more! (please)

It's mysteriously titled because I didn't feel like typing out Meet Me on Your Mat. 😅 It's the ninth installment in the yoga/hockey universe I putter about in occasionally. I've gotten so used to writing in past tense that it's difficult for me to write these fics now, because they're in present tense and I have some self-imposed rule where I need to stick with the same tense for the whole series. 🤷‍♀️

In this one, Adam's going to Yoga Teacher Training (kind of under duress, but not really). And he's going to take what he learns about Pranayama (yogic breathing) into the bedroom. 😏

Here's the beginning:

“Move your feet closer. Your hips aren’t stacked over your—Jesus, Ronan. Stop hopping.” The last thing Adam Parrish needs is an injured boyfriend. Not one who hurts himself at the less dangerous of his athletic activities, at least. Hockey injuries Adam can handle—puck-shaped bruises on thighs from blocking shots, stitches on an elbow from a bogus fall, a single instance of a concussion—because hockey injuries are understandable. There’s contact, even if it’s incidental, and despite being rec league, it’s still fast-moving. Pucks, sticks, and bodies fly. Stuff happens outside of anyone’s control. But Ronan hurting himself because he did something dumb at yoga in an effort to beat Adam to mastering Pincha? Adam’s not an unsympathetic partner, but he wouldn’t be as sympathetic if Ronan threw out his back using incorrect technique to get into a forearm stand.

[WIP Game]

[lewis-winters]

Day 15: Reality

Part of my OC-tober 2022 (that will get fucking finished in 2024 so help me god)! Yes! Another Baldur’s Gate fic ft. my Tav, Pasiphaë Elago on the HBO War Blog! I have too many feelings about this stupid game, the characters in it, and the little guy I made to go with them! Implied Bloodweave and Shadowheart/Nocturne. Because I care Them.

tw: Astarion’s whole backstory; some symptoms of derealization disorder—Pasiphaë has experience with this derealization and conducts some grounding techniques that are specific to Astarion’s preferences, to help him come back to himself; it sounds bleak, but it’s a really gentle sort of fic; mentions of Gale and Shadowheart’s own PTSD, though only fleeting

Pasiphaë comes home to a tressym in her foyer and a vampire on her couch.

“One of those times, yes?” Pasiphaë asks of Miss Tara, who only mrrps in affirmative. She gives the doting feline a scritch behind her ears in lieu of thanks. “Will you tell Gale that I have him, then? I’m sure he’ll worry.”

Tara meows in begrudging acquiescence, slightly annoyed at being told what to do with only an implication of a please in the request. Still, she shakes her wings and stretches very big, before trotting out the door, bushy tail held high.

“You’re both so lucky to have Miss Tara looking out for you,” Pasiphaë says, amused. “Looking out for all of us, I mean. I have a feeling she thinks we’re all her kittens, now, though Gale remains to be her favorite. Yesterday, I caught her grooming Shadowheart’s fringe while she slept just on the spot across from you. It was very cute.”

No reply—that’s alright. She’d begun talking less for the conversation, really, and more for just the noise. Astarion knows this. He’s become rather familiar with the tactics that she’d found useful back in her youth, when reality slipped her grasp as often as it does for him, now. Noise is a good start, and narration is even better. A good reminder of where they are and what the day had looked like.

“The garden is coming in nicely. Shadowheart has a bit of a green thumb, who knew?” she continues, puttering about her home, shedding this and that as she prepares for a nice night in. Silently, two crimson eyes stare out at her from the shadows beneath the cozy, weighted blanket Pasiphaë had been contemplating laundering, but never came around to it. It’s a particularly sought after item by all the guests of her home, after all. Just the other week, Gale was under there, too, deliriously exhausted by his magic returning after so long without. Yesterday, Shadowheart and Nocturne had shared it for an afternoon nap. Last month, when Lae’zel had jez'rathki’d with Xan in tow, the little gith baby had found the wool to be fascinatingly soft, babbling and drooling as his chubby hands kneaded at its folds. Hells, she’s pretty sure Jaheira had used it, too, when she had taken a detour into Waterdeep during one of her Harper missions, to see how they were holding up.

It must smell of everyone, now.

He may never admit it, but Pasiphaë knows Astarion finds that particularly comforting.

“We have too many zucchinis, of course. It’s a devil plant, that one,” she says, finally shedding her boots. “Too much yield. I’m going to have to give away a few baskets full—would Morena like them, do you think? Oh, what am I saying? of course she will; I’ll make sure she gets the nicest ones. I’m going to make some cheesy zucchini bread with the first harvest, though. Gale said he’ll interplanar deliver it to Karlach and Wyll tomorrow, alongside other supplies. Do you want to help me make it?”

No reply, again. But there is a shuffle, like someone preparing to stand.

Pasiphaë doesn’t bother to see if her follows her to the kitchen. He will. The kitchen is always a reliable delight for all the senses, and being in there, working with your hands, is a sure-fire way to, at the very least, focus on the present. It’s another technique of hers that Astarion’s found effective, perhaps because it reminds him of watching Gale cook. The Dekarios Tower kitchen has become a sort of sanctum for them all, after a few weary breakfasts were had around its round table, post rather eventful nights out, all in the name of sating a bored vampire’s curiosity. It became habit, then; if they’re in the mood to disturb their wizard, it was his kitchen they’d hung around. Scratch has a permanent dog flap in there, too, despite Gale’s protests. He’s a scrap stealing pup, but their wizard has always had a soft heart.

Pasiphaë’s own kitchen might not be as big or as lively, but it was just as well-loved. She hosts them one by one in it, sometimes, when they’re all feeling like shit. Which is often, though she doesn’t mind as much as she pretends to. It’s all like clockwork, see? She’s been adventuring enough to know that saving the world is only half the battle; it’s what happens after that the real struggle begins.

For Gale, it was the difficulty of coming back to a home so unchanged when you’ve been so irrevocably altered.

For Shadowheart and Astarion, it was the making of a home after escaping an entire existence of previous torment.

For Pasiphaë, it was the quaintness, the domesticity after constant doom. Always looking over her shoulder, wondering if it will fall apart any time soon with the next crisis.

Often times, peace feels like a dream.

It’s no surprise to her that Astarion feels like he is constantly trapped in one.

But it’s no alarming matter. Pasiphaë knows this, too. He may be falling back on old habits, retreating back into that space in his head he’d lived in for all those years of torment, but the world about him has changed drastically. He’s not there, any more. He needn’t fear starvation or abuse any longer. There are blankets, now, that smell of his most trusted people. And kitchens, filled with friends who will stay up all night just to keep him company. He'll come back to them on his own time, at his own pace. And they will be waiting.

Pasiphaë puts Astarion on washing duty. The cold water of the tap and the rough soil he must scrub away from the harvest are good sensations to ground him even further. Some of it splashes unto the blanket he’d dutifully dragged in here with him, but Pasiphaë doesn’t call him out on it. Instead, she lets her mouth run, allowing her stream of consciousness to fill the air between them.

It goes on for a while—Pasiphaë knows, when given the chance, she’s just as bad as Gale—but she does run out of things to say, once the dough is resting on the counter. They’re sitting at her table, now, a breakfast nook by an open bay window, when Astarion blinks. And blinks again. Hard, like he’s trying to see how many colors he can summon behind his eyelids.

“Tell me something real,” he requests of her, then. Quiet.

You are safe, Pasiphaë wants to say. You are loved.

She doesn’t.

Instead, she settles on something concrete and simple. “It’s going to rain soon. Do you smell the ozone in the air? The way the earth seems to call to the sky?”

Without meeting her eyes, Astarion answers; “Yes. I smelled it on the way here.”

“I love that smell. I love the rain. It makes music with water. You’ll hear it soon.” Gently, she reaches out and touches the back of his hand. An invitation. “I’m happy to spend this rainy night with you.”

Carefully, slowly, Astarion turns his hand over until he is holding hers as tightly as he can.

Me, too, goes unsaid, as they wait for the rain to come.

--

I’ve come to realize that I do have to do a descriptive piece for Pasiphaë, now, since I have no idea how to use the photo mods to show her to you guys. So... I’m putting that in the to write list. I have made a mood board for her, though! I’ll post it with the piece.

[macrogolf12]

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[scotianostra]

Dorothy Campbell Hurd Howe was born on March 24th 1883 at North Berwick.

Born as Dorothy Lee Campbell, Dorothy was the first woman to dominate the international female golf, between 1905 and 1912, she won 10 national championships in Scotland, America, Canada and England. Then, 12 years later, she won the American title once more.

As Dorothy Campbell, and later as Mrs. J.V. Hurd, her count of national amateurs was three Scottish, three U.S.,  two British and three Canadian. In 1909, she became the first woman to win the U.S. and British Amateurs in the same year.

Dorothy grew up with the  town’s famous links, where her paternal grandfather and eight uncles all played, as her playground. She took her first swing when she was 18 months, and by age five, was playing matches against her older sisters.

Campbell did not evolve into a top player until her later teens, when she changed what had been a half swing into a full one. In 1905 she won her first Scottish Ladies title, played at the North Berwick links, more than 4,000 people watched her win the final on the 19th hole. She repeated in 1906 and 1908. The next year she entered the U.S. Women’s Amateur for the first time and won at the Merion Cricket Club. When she returned to achieve her first victory in the British Women’s Amateur Championship at Royal Birkdale, it was an unprecedented double.

In 1910, Campbell moved to Canada and won the country’s championship three consecutive years before moving to the United States permanently in 1913. When she won the American title again in 1924, she was 41 years old. She remains the championship’s oldest winner, and her 15-year span between victories is also the longest in the event’s history.

Hurd advanced women’s golf in America by being the first to aim directly at the pin on her approaches instead of just the general vicinity of the green. She had a tremendous short game, which she once said, “is almost second nature to me.” A deadly putter, she was even better from just off the green. Her favourite club was a goose-necked mashie she called “Thomas.” It was “Thomas” that she gave credit to for her American-British double at Birkdale she used the club to hole out at a crucial point in the match. In the final of the 1921 North and South championship at Pinehurst, “Thomas” holed two shots.

After her flurry of national titles, Campbell married and her golf career hit a fallow period. When she lost the final of the 1920 U.S. Amateur to Alexa Stirling, it appeared to be her last hurrah. But in 1923, seeing that many women were out-driving her by using a more modern technique, she concluded that her game needed updating. She changed her swing returning to winning ways at the 1924 U.S. Amateur at Rhode Island C.C., she rolled through the field, ultimately defeating Mary K. Browne, the national lawn tennis champion of 1912 and 1913, 7 and 6, in the final.

Although it was Hurd’s last championship, she was far from finished as a golfer. In 1926, she set out to surpass the record for fewest putts in 18 holes, 21, which had been set by Walter J. Travis. At the Augusta C.C., Hurd came to the 18th hole with 19 putts, when she holed out from off the green using “Thomas,” her famous mashie.

She married Jack V. Hurd in Wentworth, Ontario, Canada on 11 February 1913.  Hurd was a steel magnate living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She won many of her titles as Mrs. J. V. Hurd, but she and Hurd were divorced in 1923. Dorothy  married Edward Howe in 1937 and divorced again in 1943.

Her life ended tragically in a railway accident on March 20, 1945, falling off a platform and into the path of an oncoming train.

She was inducted to the Canadian Golf Hall of Fame and the World Golf Hall of Fame in 1978.

[miramei]

Please tell me about your new idiot! Where are they from? What do they do? What is their favorite type of shenanigans?

I fell back into jjk hell (hi @sanitys-rebellion) so the two idiots are sorcerers from the Kono clan! They both use an inherited technique called Fox Parade, and both of them have manifested the purest form of their technique, which means that they are also vessels of their family's deity: Fox God. Atsumi lives in the present. Ancestor lived 1000 years ago in the past. This is mostly about Ancestor (much as I love Atsumi).

Kono no Akinori (Ancestor) was single-handedly determined to live as mundane and boring and long-lived a life as he possibly could. This would prove to be difficult, however, because he was living in Heian-era Japan and all his fellow sorcerers were trying to be as horrible as possible in that era. He kept himself as far away from the capital as he could, until he ultimately settled down on the grounds of an ancient lightning-struck tree, where he puttered about managing a roadside shop. He was fascinated with this new thing called "tea." He was less fascinated by a distant relative of his from the Zenin clan rocking up to his shop every couple of months to basically bully him and wreck havoc. Ancestor was, unfortunately, so devoted to the Art of Laying Low and living a normal life that he sometimes came across as a doormat. The local bookseller strongly believed that he was a thug, which caused him much grief.

Akinori could summon up to 9 foxes at a time. The combination of foxes could vary so long as the total number of tails did not go over 9. His foxes were black with golden eyes. He was adept with fire and could release a flaming arrow that honed in on his opponents in the shape of a running fox. When allowing Fox God to possess him, he had golden eyes and a fox-skull mask. It is said that at that point, he had nine tails with flaming beads at each tip that he could freely control. In regular usage, Fox God is a backseat passenger who allows Akinori (and later, Atsumi) to freely draw from their cursed energy. They have to hone their own techniques though. Atsumi is unable to produce a flaming arrow, but can instead produce many flaming "lanterns." Her foxes are silver in color.

Kono family history (glorified rumors, depending on who you ask) has it that Fox God once fought Sukuna for 8 days and 8 nights, until a stalemate was hit on the morning of the 9th day that ended in a Binding Vow that persists to this day between the two. But rumors have a way of distorting after a thousand years. It's probably not true (or is it?). Regardless, for one reason or another the Kono clan was unable to participate in the sealing of Sukuna's remains, nor did they benefit hugely from the dispersal of gifts from the Fujiwara clan following their freedom from the King of Curses. Curious, but probably circumstantial.

[sinisterexaggerator]

*sings* 1, 3, 77777777

OOOOOoooo. EHEHEHE

1. What’s your favorite character(s) to write for?

GIRL, YOU KNOW. xD Cad Bane, Hondo Ohnaka, and Shriv Suurgav.

3. Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from [Fanfic Name] story/chapter? 

Honestly, I think Trigger Happy is still my favorite.

Then, there was the time he had stolen a Jedi Holocron for a dark lord of the Sith right beneath the nose of a dozen Jedi, not to mention the subsequent kidnapping of force-sensitive children, though the pay was more than commensurate for the job. Besides, he had no qualms with handing over a few younglings – it meant less goody two-shoes, lightsaber wielding bastards to deal with in the future. The fewer there were, the better it was for business, unless the business itself was killing Jedi, then he might as well have gone and karked himself. There was an idea. (EHEHEH) Bane initiated the sequence that would pull the Justifier from hyperspace into realspace, decelerating from lightspeed so that his starship could putter to a crawl. He scanned the parameter with sensitive detection equipment, the Duros some five parsecs from the nearest planet. He was alone out here, as was in his favor. He relaxed, kicking one boot off as he placed his bare foot up on the console, finally allowing himself to breathe. His toes wriggled in a much-needed stretch as his vision adjusted to the sight before him. The blue of pseudomotion, the façade of the broadening and expansion of varying astronomical objects, it could be a bother on the eyes for when you just wanted to decompress. The stillness of the void was always a welcomed sight, no matter how daunting or disconcerting it could be if you allowed yourself to dwell on its reality.

Annnnd, just Bane touching himself. No big deal.

Bane’s nimble hand moved from where it rested upon his sinewy leg for his fingers to twist and manipulate the hidden seam of his tunic. Digits nestled into the groove, pushing the fabric apart into two halves as he fondled the firm pectorals of his own chest. His hips bucked in his chair in a measured rhythm as he drove the meat of his ass into the cushioning beneath him, his scales cool to the touch though all parts of him felt warm, if only an illusion. He further divided the bits of cloth until they hung open, a sigh reverberating through a jagged exhalation. He indulged himself, fingers traipsing, gallivanting to-and-fro as they roamed the expanse of his abdomen in an almost loving gesture; a gift that no one else could give, for that meant he would be leaving himself assailable in the presence of another, and there was no excuse for that. None that could be forgiven should he wind up dead.

7. What story/headcanons do you feel the proudest of? 

Gosh, uh. There are so many.

This one is fun:

Cad Bane’s contact stunners can down a Wookie, but they can be easily recalibrated and adjusted so that the bolt of electricity that is issued can be as intense or as gentle as he likes, thus you better believe he can and will shock your nipples during sex.

And these.

Cad Bane is trained in Mandalorian style combat, including melee, ranged, and hand-to-hand, as we see throughout the Clone Wars and beyond. This is because his mentor was Jango Fett, and he was taught the techniques of the Mandalorian Commando, as Fett served in the Mandalorian Civil Wars.

Cad Bane was trained by Hondo Ohanka on how to properly sword fight, as he handles a lightsaber fairly well against Obi-Wan Kenobi and Quinlan Vos.

His vision!

Cad Bane has binocular vision like that of any human, though his pupils are possibly slits; he is a tetrachromat, seeing beyond the rainbow, colors that weren’t present to other species – he can also see well into the night, along with heat signatures – though he is able to take up a combination of infrared, ultraviolet, and natural light, making him an avid hunter. This is another reason he would never wear a helmet, besides not liking to hide underneath them. Interferes with his expert eyesight.

Oh, and the one about headaches since Boba shot him.

The headshot from Boba and the head plate he wears gives him horrible headaches. On occasion, they may get so bad the only thing he can do is retreat to a dark place to rest. He is very vulnerable during this time, but also very grumpy.

[handsome-john]

🎂 Hey king, I’m back on my Clears cooking bullshit💕💕💕 this is a long one, strap in

It’s because of Reddit that Kain thought he may be getting put down.

Not the whole of the website, but a screenshotted post of a man taking a picture of his old golden retriever in front of the oven, with the caption saying he had to put his dog down, so he was reverse searing him a steak for his last meal.

Which was exactly what Charles was doing. He’d patted the steaks dry with a paper towel, salted them, and put them in the oven at 135 degrees for a perfect medium rare. He flipped them once. Once they were a bit below temperature, he pulled them out and let them rest under tinfoil for about ten minutes while he heated a cast iron pan. The meat crackled as he seared it, leaving a perfectly cooked brown crust on it. Kain’s tail started wagging at the smell.

After the steaks were seared, he lowered the heat of the pan, and put butter, a little bit of garlic, and some herbs in the pan, basting the steak with the butter. Once it was done, he put the steaks on a plate, while he puttered about finishing the side dishes. Mashed potatoes, and a green bean recipe he fondly said Clef taught him.

If Kain hadn’t been so worried about getting put down, he would’ve described the scene as… surreal. Especially since Cog was wearing an apron, and Clef was being referred to fondly. He sliced Kain’s steak into strips (against the grain, Gears clarified, which meant nothing to Kain), plated them with mashed potatoes and green beans, then set them both on the coffee table in his living room. It was low enough to the ground that Kain could eat from it while still feeling like a person. It was a feeling he deeply missed.

He hesitantly started eating the steak. It tasted fucking delicious. The meat was cooked precisely and dripped with juice, the seared crust a perfect contrast to the tender meat. The green beans were delicious, too. He was a bit hesitant to start on the mashed potatoes, since he’d probably make a hell of a mess lapping it all up. Gears seemed to be enjoying himself, too. Which was nice. Kain had, of course, noticed him gaining weight and had been subject to countless infodumps about different cooking techniques and recipes. It was good to see Gears this happy.

Gears dabbed his mouth with a napkin and spoke.

“I do hate to disrupt dinner, but I need to discuss a very delicate matter with you.”

Ah shit, Kain thought, I’m totally getting put down.

“What sort of delicate matter? Is it regarding Olympia, or an SCP or— yeah.”

“It’s more… personal… in nature.

Oh god. He was getting put down. This was going to be Gears’ tearful (searful?) goodbye before an unmarked black van came to take him to the rainbow bridge.

“What seems to be the problem?”

Gears took a sip of his wine. Kain now realized that this was the first time he’d ever seen Gears drink alcohol. Fucking Christ it was going to be bad. Yup. He would’ve gotten a will in order but it was just so hard to find a lawyer willing to talk to a dog.

“I will be as brief as possible.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

“If you have any questions, you can ask me.”

“Totally, totally.”

Gears nodded.

“I’d like to begin by saying I am discussing this with you because I consider you to be one of my closest friends. You are someone I feel I can trust no matter what.”

Kain nodded, silently beginning to mourn every unfinished project.

“As I sure you are aware,” Gears continued, “I have been spending a great deal of time with Dr. Alto Clef. We began interacting more after he started cooking food for me. This eventually resulted in him inspiring me to learn how to cook, as well as teaching me in some regards. For example, the green beans we ate with tonight’s dinner, and the technique of reverse searing were both things he taught me.”

“Oh, that’s nice. What’s the problem? Is Clef bothering you?”

Did he tell you to reverse sear me a steak before I get put down?

Gears took another sip of his wine.

“Clef is not bothering me, I would say. While the situation is more complicated than this, I will keep it brief; since February fourteenth, Clef believes that he has been involved in a romantic relationship with me. I have allowed this to continue, but I have not told Clef that I do not think we are truly dating.”

Kain blinked.

“He’s thought you were dating since February?”

“Correct.”

“Cog, it’s August.”

“This is an issue I have put off dealing with for quite a bit of time.”

“Yeah. Just… I don’t know, Clef is a grown man, just tell him that you’re not interested, he’ll understand.”

A bit of color rose to Gears’ pale cheeks.

“I wouldn’t say that sentiment… accurately describes the situation, nor my feelings towards Clef.”

The realization that Gears had a crush on Clef hit Kain like a sack of wet mice. He couldn’t even feel relieved that he wasn’t getting put down.

“Oh.”

“This is territory I am unfamiliar with, and would appreciate any advice.”

“With… how to, ah, proceed with your crush on Clef?”

Gears went even pinker.

“I wouldn’t describe it as a crush, per say. I find Clef to be someone I enjoy spending time with, someone I feel brings out good in me and encourages me to be better. I enjoy his company and have come to also appreciate his humor. I would also consider him… physically attractive… but that is not the crux of my feelings. All and all, it feels too complex for a term as juvenile as a crush.”

Kain stared at him, slack jawed. Maybe he’d already been put down, and he was in hell, and this was a uniquely crafted scenario made to torment him.

“I see,” Kain said, completely blindsided. “Why don’t you just go with it? Just keep up being boyfriends with Clef—“

“—I wouldn’t describe us as—“

“You’re boyfriends. You’ve been dating for seven months.”

“Not dating.”

“Why not just… let things keep going? See where that leads you?”

Gears sighed.

“Because I haven’t properly courted Clef. Or discussed my feelings with him. He has not discussed anything with me, either, but in February fourteenth he made me a delicious dinner and was obviously dressed nicer. It took me a few months to realize it was a date. Clef hasn’t said anything to me.”

Kain let out a long breath.

“So he just, without saying anything, took you on a date.”

“There was a newly bought candle on the table. It wasn’t lit, but the romantic sentiment was most certainly there.”

“Maybe you could, I don’t know, try talking to him about it?”

Gears stared down at his plate.

“I should make him lobster, I think he’d understand my sentiment, then.”

“Or you could just tell him.”

Gears went so red Kain was worried he was going to burst a blood vessel.

“How would I go about doing that?”

“I don’t know, this isn’t pride and prejudice, just tell him you like him!”

“But—“

“Gears, you’re my best friend, but I cannot offer you any more advice than to just talk to him.”

Gears nodded sagely. He would have to ask someone else for advice, then. Rights, maybe. She certainly would know how to proceed. And she certainly wouldn’t tell him to try to talk to Clef.

“I will keep that in mind.”

God that's hilarious. Gears doing an "unnecessary feelings" bit while Kain thinks he's about to die. Gears you're so good at communicating things </3