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compassionmattersmost · 25 days ago
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9: Listening to Your Body: A Compassionate Approach to the Leg Press for Post-Viral ME/CFS
When living with Post-Viral ME/CFS, it’s essential to remind ourselves that our journey with exercise is not measured by how much we do, but by how gently we honor the unique rhythms of our bodies. This is especially true when it comes to engaging in physical activities like the Leg Press Machine. Today, we’ll explore how to mindfully approach this exercise in a way that supports both your…
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eggsdoodz · 1 year ago
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🩷🌷🐑⭐️🎀
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uh-mxtx · 28 days ago
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The presence of Potatoes in MDZS implies that some ballsy cultivator took a flying sword over the pacific to South America and brought them back and I would like to pose the idea that that particular potato loving dumbass was Wei Wuxian’s ancestor
(Edit: AND CHILIES!)
(EDIT 2: also watermelon except thats from africa. For reference, irl it’s Song dynasty for watermelon and Qing dynasty for potatoes and chilies)
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anbaisai · 2 months ago
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It's not even actually their birthday
(Based on a conversation I had with a friend + Jamil's 2024 birthday present to the player)
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drawnfamiliarfaces · 6 months ago
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Heroes of Millennium (HoM) AU
Act 1, Omake 1 (Extra): Master of Time - (here)
Act 1, Omake 2 (Extra): Barrier Team. - read here
Act 1: What was left behind. - read here
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bobbinlacebliss · 6 months ago
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you guys remember olney handkerchief, right? I confess I sometimes forget about our olney handkerchief for months at a time...
anyway.
since my last update on this project (when dinosaurs roamed the earth) I have actually made some progress. today I even moved the lace up another notch - which incidentally meant it was time to free the first bit of lace from the last few of its pins! I do love unpinning. I try not to fiddle with the lace too much after it's free - must keep it clean - but... just a little won't hurt...
so cool right?
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transgendz · 7 months ago
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When your entire check goes to bills and catching up on things you'd been putting off for financial reasons.
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life-spire · 9 months ago
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phleurtation · 3 months ago
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋.
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sylus x fem!reader 905 words [ M ] mild choking, fingering you’re uncertain of the dress; he’s uncaring of the event.
how does one write for something that they don’t play? i played for 30 seconds, didn’t realize it was a fighting game, and haven’t tried to continue since well, tiktok pushed sylus onto my fyp and now here i am 162654628 videos later. this is a smol, meaningless writing piece but i’ve been in a writing slump for months and this is my attempt in crawling my way out :)
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“Red is certainly your color, kitten.”
You eye your reflection in the floor-length mirror, catching Sylus’s words as he so obviously ogles at you from several feet away. You turn slowly from side to side to better judge the form-fitting dress, one of his many luxurious gifts to you, and you don’t realize that you’re giving him a show as well.
The red satin drapes down your figure, passing your feet and hitting the wood floor. Thin, red straps sit securely over your shoulders, a layer of black lace underneath the dress diffusing the exposure that the sweetheart neckline could’ve given your chest. The last gown granted quite the exposure of your leg with its long slit. Your remark must’ve been perceived as a challenge to Sylus because this one has two equally scandalous slits that start from the middle (perhaps a smidge above the middle) of your thigh, the fabric parting graciously to a view of your legs in the prettiest black garter socks and heels.
“You think so?,” you mutter while turning around to inspect the back of your dress.
You can’t help but peer at his reflection in your peripheral vision. His deep, red eyes scan down your figure. Having the undivided attention of your partner, even if it’s just the two of you in the room, sometimes makes you feel more vulnerable than being in public—in the eyes of dozens and hundreds of people. More vulnerable than being in the vicinity of rabid wanderers.
You turn your head to meet his gaze. Unfazed from being caught staring, he smiles wider, his brows raising as he fixes his posture. He gestures you forward with a curl of his fingers.
”Come here.”
“We’re going to be late,” you refute meekly, in contrast with your feet taking you towards him in calculated steps.
Your breath is caught in your throat when he yanks you down on him. You take a less than graceful fall on him, but he catches you with ease. He positions you on his lap and pivots you to face the mirror. Rather than just a reflection of you judging the way the dress fits on you, you’re greeted with a reflection of his broad stature looming behind you, a devious smile marring his sculpted features as his hands smooth down your thighs.
”There are more… important things to take care of first,” he mutters in your ear.
A chill rushes down your spine. The man is predictable. Predictably feral. Subtle yet obnoxious, and he surprises you every time regardless of how often you can predict his next move. His intentions are consistent. He may seem like he’s all words, but he is equally all action.
”Do you not like it, sweetie?”
Your lips part to answer but the hand that finds its way around the base of your neck steals your words. He squeezes gently just to hush you, the lewd scene playing out in front of your very eyes successfully drawing your coherent thoughts to a close. You found drawbacks on your outfit but he seems to think otherwise as he tosses the lightweight fabric aside, fully opening the long slit of your dress and exposing your flimsy, lace panties that he chose for you.
Fingertips press between your thighs. They draw up the dark fabric, tracing the length of your slit while his mouth draws possession of your shoulder. His grip tightens ever so slowly, a move that almost goes undetected since you’re only focused on the way he touches. Light as a feather.
A rarity to him.
He usually doesn’t spare you a second to react or counter, but his pace is calculated this time. It’s almost agonizing as you’re burning for him. You’re not one to be late to an event—certainly not one as big as this one—but your concerns are nowhere to be found as his fingers dip a little more past your lips. You squirm uncomfortably as warmth floods the pit of your tummy. You feel hot and bothered, and the wetness can no longer be ignored as it stains your panties.
”D-Do you like it?”
He chuckles. “What kind of silly question is that?”
The growing hardness pitted against your ass is difficult to ignore. If he’s not showing or reacting, he’ll reassure. In this case, he does all three.
”I like you in anything and everything.”
You don’t realize how far you’ve ascended on cloud nine until his hand loosens around your neck. Only then do you register the marks that he’s left on your shoulder.
”But mostly nothing.”
He pushes your panties aside, exposing your warm flesh to the cold environment. You hum as you feel his touch on your skin where you need him most.
”Since you’re concerned about us being late, let’s not take too much time… sweetie.”
Thick, long fingers slide inside you, granted by your ample wetness. He delves deep, knuckles grazing your slit and blurring your conscience. You don’t even wait for him to tell you to open your legs wider. You crave for his touch to consume you, naturally leading you to do such a thing despite how late you already are.
”Sylus—,” you gasp as he squeezes the base of your neck.
”You’re so pretty,” he groans.
Your squirming stirs up the slightest friction against his erection. He holds still for you first—his priority.
You shudder. “Please…”
”Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you deserve.”
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gotchibam · 1 year ago
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Vaporeon, Sylveon, and Jolteon ko-fi doodle for Kaitlyn!
I'm accepting pokemon ko-fi doodle requests here! ✨
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compassionmattersmost · 1 month ago
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4: Sitting in the Gym Parking Lot: A Gentle Step Toward Physical Movement
For many people living with Post-Viral ME/CFS, even the thought of physical exercise can feel overwhelming. The body is a delicate balance, and pushing it beyond its limits can trigger post-exertional malaise (PEM)—that all-too-familiar crash after exertion that leaves you feeling more fatigued and symptomatic than before. Yet, there may still be a desire, a pull to move your body, to regain some…
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sensitiveheartless · 11 months ago
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Breaking News: Local Married Couple Flirts In Very Weird Ways, Onlookers Baffled
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1071png · 5 months ago
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Zin-carla
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tadpole-apocalypse · 6 months ago
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Sneaky boy
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deerspherestudios · 7 months ago
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Hi hi hello! Sorry for lack of posts and updates recently, been dealing with a lot of stuff irl; but it's my bday today (8th April) so thought I'd make a quick doodle to celebrate! <3
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shadowwyvernvx · 8 months ago
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Happy April fools day! Part 2 is here:
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