#take care of yourselves and others and support the admins x

[fitpacs]

since both dapper and pomme admins’ statements referenced seeing tumblr content, in the small chance they see this - thank you for all you brought to the server, amazing roleplayers and lore builders, and loveable personalities.

you are still so very welcome in the community should you wish to be, we value and appreciate you so much <3

[hurricaneonanesthesia]

chamber x radiant!s/o and raising their radiant child?

Hi nonnys! These are different requests from two different people(I think), but since they were so similar, I decided that I would just combine them to save time lol. I also made the reader GN, hope that’s alright!

~Admin Hurricane

Warnings: none

Word Count: 200+

Genre: fluff, established relationship

Pairing(s): Chamber x GN!Reader

Chamber is definitely a doting father, he spoils them and you with expensive gifts. You like something? He’ll get it for you and while he’s at it, he’ll get a matching pair for the baby as well.

Chamber himself isn’t a radiant, but you are however, are so whenever your kid has outbursts and random power surges, you’re there to help them, whether it be learning to control it to benefit others, or just treating any of their injuries.

I wouldn’t say that Chamber is a negligent father, but he’s super busy so he might not necessarily always be there for the little moments, but he tries his best to be there for you and to support you in whatever way he can.

Though you do force him to take a break from tinkering on his weapons every now and then for family movie night lol

When he takes you out for date nights, no problem, I feel like he would probably trust Sage the most to take care of the kid because she literally gives off mom vibes lol, if not her then Brim is another alternative

Chamber doesn’t want to admit it but he’s always scared shitless that he’s somehow going to lose you and the kid, and he won’t be able to save you. Of course, you reassure him that both you and your child can handle yourselves just fine.

Reminder that my requests are open! Be sure to send something my way if you’re interested! Requesting Rules are here!

Want more of my writing? Be sure to check out my masterlist. Wanna know what else I’ll write for? Here you go!

Thanks for reading and have a lovely day!

[sugassetter]

Comfort. Soft!Natsuo, Tamaki, Mirio, Uraraka, Shinsou, Bakugo x Reader

Admin: Just a little comfort for those who are dealing with insecurities. Love yourselves. 💕

Warning: Mentions of gaining weight. Might trigger! taglist: @heroheads @secondhand-trash @redbeanteax @ohmycolie @lady-bakuhoe @katsukisprincess @unbreakable-tiddies concept: you’ve always been conscious of certain aspects of your body. you’ve spent days, months even years shaming yourself and your abilities. But your s/o had different plans. 

natsuo: 

once again, your body was showcased in front of the mirror, your expression contorted into a hateful one. Like usual, it was directed at yourself. Your boyfriend was currently not home, giving you the perfect opportunity to concentrate on the spots you hated most. You felt bad doing this behind his back yet it had to be done. Someone had to do it. If it isn’t a stranger, it had to be you. What you didn’t expect was to hear the front door open, your boyfriend entering your shared apartment. He must’ve finished his exam early, you thought. “y/n?” He called out. You felt too ashamed to answer, seeing as he would be disappointed in you for the things you’ve been doing to yourself. The door to the bedroom opened, Natsuo standing there with a huge bouquet with your favorite flowers and a huge smile on his face. It dropped quickly once he took the sight of you half naked in front of the mirror in. “Babe? What are you doing?” The tears started flowing and thus the panic started. “What’s wrong?? How can I help??” You felt so bad, having him take care of you like this. You felt selfish. “I-I’m sorry, Natsuo..” You couldn’t hold back the sob that threatened to escape. “Why are you sorry? What happened? Please talk to me y/n..” Your arms wrapped around him, squeezing him tight as his wrapped around your small frame. You couldn’t look him in the eyes no matter how much he insisted. “Please say something..” He pleaded, the worry in his eyes becoming more evident every time you look up. “I.. I spent my time.. hating on myself when you were gone, Natsuo..” You could feel him tense up at your words, intensifying your worry. He pressed your firmly against his rather muscular body, pressing a kiss to your head. “What did you do that for, y/n? You’re perfect.” His words brought heat to your face, quickly turning into a tomato. You attempted to escape from his hold yet he didn’t want to let you go. He needed to make you realize how much you are worth to him. “I love you for who you are, y/n. Your body is just an addition to your amazing personality.” He picked you up bridal style, carrying you over to the bed and wrapping you up in your shared blanket. Then he sat down and pulled you close to him, planting kisses all over his face. “You don’t need to be a model for me to love you. I do it anyways. So smile for me or i’ll make you!” Suddenly, his hands made their way under your shirt to sneak tickles upon you. Your laughter brightened the mood. At least Natsuo said so. 

Tamaki: 

Being the girlfriend of an outstanding pro hero had its good and bad sides. He was very caring despite his anxious nature. He always made sure you were happy and he gave you the cutest pet names. Your favorites were definitely bunny and honey. It even rhymes. The downside of it all is the amount of free time you have due to him being on missions most of the time. You used it to point out all the negative aspects about yourself and shame them. Today was another one of those days. Tamaki had gone to a mission two days ago and still hadn’t come back yet. You predicted him to be back by tomorrow. But boy were you wrong. You didn’t expect him to come back as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, half naked. His soft voice called out for you “B-Bunny??” His voice was anxious, as if thinking you had been taken away. You softly answered back. “In the bathroom, Tama.” You could hear the sigh of relief escaping him, making you feel at least a little better. The sound of cups being taken out of the cupboard startled you and then made you relax, knowing what’s going to happen. “Did you want some tea, honey?” Your boyfriend asked from the other side of the door, his hand resting on the handle. “Uh yeah sure!” You hurriedly collected your clothes, hoping you can put them on before he even thought of opening the door. Much to your dismay, he opened the door as soon as you collected the clothes. His face was red and his eyes were widened. “What are you doing in here, bunny?” The confusion in his voice made you feel guilty and your gaze lowered to the floor. “I was.. looking at myself in the mirror.” This made the Pro Hero even more confused. Thus, you continued your explanation. “To.. hate on myself..” You finished, glancing up at his face. The way his eyes widened and his concern showed made you feel even more guilty now. You just wanted to hide away. “Bunny.. Why? There’s nothing to hate. You’re perfect to me. I.. don’t deserve you.” Having him say that made you want to cry. Instead you moved forward and gave him a hug. Luckily he already warmed up to you so he didn’t have an issue with hugging you back. “You’re the best thing in my life, Tamaki. I love you so much. Let’s just.. support each other from now on. I think it helps.” You suggested earning a nod from the red faced man. 

Mirio: 

Mirio is literally the sun. You have no idea how you managed to get such a perfect boyfriend. Compared to him you were nothing. You were dull, a civilian. How did he become interested in you? It was all beyond you. As usual, you were locked up in your shared bedroom, examining your face. Muttering hateful comments to yourself. If he heard them, he’d be disappointed. What you didn’t expect was him storming into the room, very excited to see you until he realized what you were doing. “y/n.. what is this?” His tone.. wasn’t as cheerful as usual. It made your heart clench. “I..I’m so sorry Mirio.. I couldn’t help myself.. I.. I’m sorry.” He just stared at you, seemingly trying to form words. You engulfed him in a hug, giving his body an anxious squeeze. He slowly wrapped his arms around your body, suddenly picking you up and throwing you on the bed. “I think I need to teach you how to love yourself, y/n.” He crawled up to you, grinning down at your now red face. He lowered his face to yours, covering them in soft little kisses. “I love your eyes. They always light up when you’re with me.” He kissed your eyelid after. “I love your cute nose and how it scrunches up when I kiss it.” He kissed your nose, watching it scrunch up as usual. “I love your soft lips and your wonderful smile.” He kissed your lips, making it last longer than the other kisses. “I love all of you and I always will. Don’t hate yourself or I’ll have to save you again” He laughed, causing you to smile a little. This man was yours and you were so glad it was that way. 

Uraraka:

You two were currently cuddling on the couch in front of the tv. Your hand was waving through her hair, softening it. She was relaxing on top of you, her eyes glued to the tv. Until you spoke up. “Hey.. uh. I was wondering.. why do you like me? Someone like you could have someone better.” This made Uraraka get up from her position, looking you dead in the eye with a disappointed look. “Y/N.. We talked about this. I love you because you are you. There’s nothing better if i’m already dating the best.” She pressed a shy kiss to your cheek, holding you close. Your hand cupped her cheek, your face now red. “I just don’t like myself..” Uraraka giggled, booping your nose with hers. “Then I’ll teach you to.” With that she pressed a kiss to your lips. It soon turned into a makeout session. 

Shinsou:

Your boyfriend has always been a very timid guy. But he knew how to make your heart swoon and used it to his advantage in any type of situation. Just like today. You were telling him about your insecurities. “I just wish I had smaller hips and a nicer ass, you know? Maybe you’d like me better too.” Shinso interrupted you quickly, moving closer to you until your lips almost touch. “Why are you saying that?” He questioned you.You being a dumbass answered his question, completely forgetting about his quirk. “Well--” He quickly brainwashed you, cupping your cheek and smiling genuinely at you. “Now repeat after me, y/n.” You didn’t move, he had you completely in control. “I love everything about myself. From head to toe.” A minute of silence erupted until you finally spoke up, his eyes watching your lips with an intense look. “I love everything about myself. From head to toe.” You repeated slowly, tears leaking from your eyes. You must have gotten emotional. “Good Girl.” He released you from his quirk, quickly pressing his lips against yours and pushing you down. “Looks like I have to teach you a lesson, Kitten.” 

Bakugou: 

You were currently seated on the couch, poking your belly while your boyfriend was cooking up dinner for you. You’ve been thinking the whole time, knowing if you were to say what’s on your mind your boyfriend would blow up, quite literally. “Hey babe. I don’t think I’m eating tonight.” The moment he stopped all movement was the moment you were gonna die. You were fucked. He turned the stove off and moved the pot so nothing would burn as he walked over to you with a snarl, which you actually love, on his face. “What the fuck did you just say?!” He shouted at you, regretting it when he noticed you flinch. Instead, he sat down next to you and took your hand in his, an evident blush on your face. “Stop starving yourself, dumbass.” His words were harsh but you knew he cared. His arm wrapped around your torso, pulling you closer to him. “If this is another shitty diet, forget it!!” His face softened, looking at you like he wanted something. “I-It’s not.. I just.. I think I gained too much weight. I just want to look good standing by your side, Katsuki.” Hearing you say that made his heart ache. He never liked you speaking that way about yourself. He clicked his tongue, his eyes focused on yours. “Dumbass. You’re already perfect. Who cares what some shitty person says.. I- I love you damn it!” The blush on his face became worse, yet he sacrificed it all by doing his next move. His hand went up to brush his hair out of the way, moving closer to you. “Here.. you like doing this shitty thing so whatever.” He glanced to the side, clearly embarrassed. You smiled softly at the gesture, placing kisses on his forehead. Thinking he wouldn’t notice, he let himself smile at you with the softest expression you had ever seen. “Well, someone’s happy.” You giggled, his face getting even redder if possible. “S-SHUT UP!” He shouted, letting himself fall backwards and pulling you onto him into a cuddling position. His arms wrapped around your back, not letting you go. “Since you like this kinda think, I’ll let it slide. DON'T YOU DARE EXPECT IT ALL THE TIME… y/n..” He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as he kept you down to prevent you from seeing his flushed face anymore. “Thank you, Katsuki. You’re the best.” You giggled, getting comfortable. The soft expression appeared again, this time he let it happen. “I know.” Was his response, making you laugh.

[thebibliosphere]

New decade, new follower milestone, and the theme going forward is “that ADHD mood” (x) apparently.

It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these, I figured it was getting annoying every month, but 40,000 seems like a good number to welcome all the new folk, post some updates, and say how thankful I am for everyone who has been with me over the last half decade since my blog went viral and turned my life upside down in the best way possible. I know most of you came for the funny shitposts and found yourselves with an unexpected frontrow seat to watching someone repeatedly nearly die from an unknown illness, and I know that can’t have been much fun to watch, but thank you for being here and staying with me. Your support and kindess has been invaluable, and I am sincere when I say you are part of the reason I am still here, both on this blog and in this world. Without your compassion and support over the last five years I know I wouldn’t have made it, and for that you have my eternal gratitude and I will spend the rest of my life trying everyday to pay it forward. Thank you.

And now that I’ve got the serious/sappy stuff out the way, on with the fun stuff!

[ID: a gif of John Oliver the comedian splaying his hands wide and saying, “Welcome to whatever this is...”]

Hello! My name is Joy Demorra, I’m an official 2x International Best Selling Author, Vampire Romancer and Shitpost Producer Extraordinaire, and yes, I am the vampire nipple erotica editor who just wants to rest , thanks for asking!

You may know me from such posts as the infamous Crucifix Nail Nipples (x), Robin Williams Punching Death Eaters Dream (x) or one of my many, many, many vampire shitposts, chronic illness/advocacy posts, or my ADHD posts. However you found me, or whatever brought you here, I hope you enjoy your time here. Please have patience if you are sending me messages either here or somewhere else on the Internet, I am but a humble smut peddler, peddling my weres. I am also multiply disabled with at least one genetic disability and several chronic illnesses and mentalh health issues that make keeping up with a high traffic blog very difficult. I never expected to become a hub for shitposts and chronic illness/ADHD resources, but here we are!

If you ever get tired of seeing my personal health posts, you may wish to blacklist the following tags: ‘#chronic health tag’ & ‘#chronic health tag: teeth’, that way I can bitch and moan into the void and you don’t have to read it if you don’t want to.

Due to Tumblr successfully tricking me into becoming a professional author, I have several hundred ongoing projects at once, most of them vampire themed. My most well known is Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites, which you can read more about here (x), or pre-order on Amazon now (x)!

[ID: A screencapture of my Amazon storefront page showing Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites as  #1 Best Seller]

The book will also be available on iTunes, Kobo, and various other digital outlets, as well as being available in paperback, and will also come in two editions, one with the sex scenes for those who like a little bite with ther fangs, and one without, for those whoe like a little bit more fluff. I just haven’t gotten round to doing my admin work yet :) There’s also already a fandom tag, which is #Phangs and #Phangdom and because I’m a weak creature and easily lead, AU fanfic on my Ao3 under original works, most of which is Adult 18+ in nature.

You can read more about my other ongoing works by clicking on my blog Welcome Page (x), and also at www.joydemorra.com for any upcoming news and announcements. Alternatively you can subscribe to my Newsletter (x) which I do promise I’ll update soon. I just had some fairly intense health stuff to focus on for the last few months that took priority, for which you have my apologies and my profound thanks for your ongoing patience and support.

Given the nature of my work, if you are under the age of 18, I do ask that you respect my boundaries and refrain from interacting with anything on my blog that is labelled 18+. I try very hard to keep my blog as safe for everyone as I can and respect your boundaries. No mean feat when you’re known across the Internet as “the crucifix vampire nipple lady” :P

If you need me to tag something for trigger purposes, no matter how silly you think I might think it is, please let me know, I will be more than happy to do so. Also while I do try very hard to be conscientious of the things I do and say, sometimes I will inevitably make mistakes or misspeak, and it is important to me that it be brought to my attention so I might correct my behavior and apologize. So please don’t be afraid to tell me when I’ve got my head up my ass. I make no pretenses at being a good person. I’m just trying my damnedest not to be an awful one.

Other places you can find me on the Internet include:

Patreon! (x) where I will soon be launching my “How To Write Fiction With ADHD Without Losing The Plot” series, something I have been working on for quite some time and am incredibly excited to be sharing with you!

Twitter (x) where I occasioanlly yell at clouds and retweet all the funny and poignant things you lot say.

Facebook (x) where I mostly hide and don’t interact with anyone because it’s Facebook, but will be more active once book stuff starts going live.

Twitch (x) where I occasionally stream suriving the apocalypse in the frostbitten world of Frostpunk.

Ao3 (x) where I post my fanfic, sometimes even of my own work because I am weak-willed and easily led astray.

I also have a Ko-fi (x) where I cross post my Patreon work for anyon who doesn’t like Patreon. It also functions are my general tip jar, so if you like what I do here and would like to help me keep doing it, tips are deeply appreciated though by no means expected. I do what I do on tumblr primarily for love, and I’ll keep doing it for as long as I can, for as long as I’m capable.

Thank you for reading this far, and remember, take care of yourselves and each other. You’re more important than you’ll ever truly know, and you make the universe a better, brighter place simply by being here 💖

[hello-bangtanboys]

Husband & Wife (M)

Pairing: Namjoon x OC

Genre: Sweet Smut, Fluff

A/N: I was in my Namjoon feelings...I still am. I’ll never leave my feelings!!

P.S. I wont be posting until later this week due to all the test I have! Be good, eat well! Take care of yourselves!

P.S.S. I know where I want to take Love in Time now! So after I come back, I’ll start to write again!!

-Admin Moon

Namjoon’s gaze slid to her mouth. He raised one hand and brushed his knuckles across her cheek, it sent shivers down her spine. The gold wedding band on his ring finger caught her eye, as he rubbed the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip. When his other hand move to her curls, Eunbyeol touched his cheek. She couldn’t help but to think about all the great memories he gave her before they got married. Even before they started dating, they were best friends in high school. She supported him when he wanted to make music, and he supported her with her studies in college. They never left each other’s side, she took care of him and he took care of her in return. And now she was finally about to give herself completely to him.

Even though the she had burning tears in her eyes, Eunbyeol held his gaze. “…I’m ready, Namjoon,” she said but paused. “I’m sorry for making you wait all these years. I’m yours if…” Her apology was cut off with a sweet tender kiss. This kiss was filled with promises of the future and tender love. Namjoon wrapped his arms around her body and cradled her to his chest as he continued to kiss her. As his mouth explored hers, his hands began to make their way down her body. He caressed her shoulders, her back, the sides of her hips and finally came to rest on her butt. Eunbyeol could feel herself pulse between her thighs, and her breasts cry for release.

Eunbyeol thrust her hips forward, connecting their groins together. Namjoon held her there with the firm hand on her butt. She began to move against him, as the sound of their unsteady breathing filled the air. Namjoon glided his tongue across her upper lip, as his erection pressed against her sensitive clitoris. The felt familiar shivers shoot down her spine. Eunbyeol dug her nails into Namjoon’s chest and screamed his name, as a powerful wave crashed over her body. He groaned, and shifted her body so she was on top of him. “My sweet baby,” he whispered as he held her close to his body. His chest rose and fell rapidly, as if he struggled to breathe. Eunbyeol looked at his eyes and only saw passion within them. “Namjoon…”

Before she could finish he cut her off, “No talking. All I want to do is make love to my wife.” Before she could say anything, he sat up with her straddled across his waist. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. Eunbyeol whimpered when his fingers grazed across her thighs towards her nightie. She raised her hands, before he could tell her. He pulled her nightie off, and tossed to close to his shirt. Namjoon let out a deep sigh of pleasure when his eyes landed on her breast. The light from the full moon outside lit up her body, giving her an angelic glow. “Beautiful,” he said as he reached for her. Eunbyeol sighed and arched her back when his hands closed over her breast. His touch was gentle and tender, as if he was taking his time to show her how much he cherished her. That alone melted her heart.

Eunbyeol clutched his shoulder as he bent his head to her chest. He pressed his lips against her chest then licked her swollen nipple. She threw her head back when he opened his mouth, and sucked on her breast. She then let out a moaned as her body responded to his mouth. Namjoon’s erection was settled underneath her body. Eunbyeol dug her fingers into Namjoon’s shoulders and began to move against his erection, trying to drive herself to another orgasm. As she bucked against Namjoon, he sucked harder. “Come for me, my sweet wife,” he whispered around her nipple. Once again, Eunbyeol raked her nails across his back and shoulders, as she felt herself let go.

After she came down, Namjoon fell back onto the bed and pulled her along with him. He wrapped his arms around her and placed her kiss on her forehead. “You’re beautiful when you come. I should film you next time…so I can watch you over and over again,” he said as he pushed her curls away from her face. “Kim Namjoon, don’t even think about doing that.” She slapped his arm. Namjoon replied with a chuckle, “Did you enjoy that?” All she could do was nod. “Want have to give you more?” Eunbyeol nodded again. “I just want to pleasure my wife. Tonight is all about you.” This time she smiled at her husband. “Now, take off your panties,” Namjoon ordered, holding her gaze. Her heart started to race inside her chest. Without looking away from him, she hooked her thumbs around her panties and maneuvered them down. “Now remove mine.”

As she removed the last barrier, she felt nothing but love. But when his hard length hit her thigh, fear gripped her. “Namjoon…” He cut her off, “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you. I promise.” His words soothed her. She trusted him, she been trusting him for years. Namjoon smiled at her, then rolled her off of his and placed her on her back. He crawled over her body, trapping her body underneath hers. “I love you so much, Eunbyeol. I need for you to spread your legs when I move off of you.” He paused, before she nodded and waited for him to get off of her. Once he was off of her, she spread her legs and waited for him to get between her legs. Once Namjoon was settled between her legs, she wrapped them around his waist. Eunbyeol stiffened when the tip parted her lips slightly, just sitting at her entrance.

“I promise, it will only hit just a little bit. Okay?” Namjoon said as he held her eyes and smiled at her, revealing his dimples. As he used his hand to slide the tip slowly inside her, she felt something inside her unlock. She wanted to cry and laugh, but her breath was caught in her throat. Tears welled up in Eunbyeol’s eyes, as she became overwhelmed with emotions. She had waited twenty-two years for tonight, for this sensual journey she was about to do with her best friend and husband. Namjoon leaned over her body, without moving inside her and dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Are you ready?” Eunbyeol bit her lip and nodded her head.

Namjoon groaned and thrust gently, testing her. Eunbyeol’s eyes widen in fear as the tip stretched her opening, her muscles screaming from the pain. Just as Namjoon touched her cheek she closed her eyes to absorb the pain. “It’s okay,” Namjoon said gently as he pressed inside her more. “Namjoon, it hurts.” Eunbyeol cried out as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. “I know, and I’m sorry.” He kissed her lips, not moving inside of her. “Breathe deeply and slowly, relax. Think of me…your husband, loving you, cherishing you, taking you to passionate heights like you’ve never known.” His warm voice, soothed her. Eunbyeol gasped in sweet agony as she felt Namjoon thrust deep inside her.

The pulsing fullness of his manhood moving inside her with slow thrust let her know, she was no longer a virgin. Eunbyeol opened her eyes to look at her husband, whose face was painted with raw passion, his eyes gleaming at him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, as she gave herself over to the delightful fire burning through her veins. She was so happy she waited for Namjoon. She’d given him something she could never give another man. Waves of ecstasy throbbed through Eunbyeol’s body as Namjoon’s thrust grew stronger and deeper. She clung to his shoulders and raised her head, pressing her lips to his collar bone. Eunbyeol let go of Namjoon, when he pressed her into the mattress. His body against her body, man against woman as time hung suspended around them.

Eunbyeol’s world began to spin around, she was losing control. “Namjoon,” tears dripped from her eyes. “My sweet wife,” Namjoon groaned. He moved his hand up to hers and brought them above her head. Their weddings rings joined with a soft click as he laced his fingers with her, and pinned their hands to the mattress. The moonlight bathed Namjoon’s passion filled face. Namjoon slowly withdrew from her, then slammed into her harder and deeper than he had before. He rotated his hips in a circular motion against hers, as the room began to spin. Eunbyeol’s closed her eyes and opened her mouth to let out a silent scream. Namjoon let out a furious roar as he gave into his own orgasm.

Namjoon collapsed against her, when he was done with his orgasm. Eunbyeol wrapped her arms around Namjoon’s back and ran her fingers down his spine. Both of them have waited for this moment for years. And now that it had finally happened, they were both spent. Namjoon lifted his body off of hers, and looked straight into her eyes. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you too much?” he asked. “You were gentle and nurturing as a man could possibly be in a situation like that... What about you?” she asked him in return. “God, yes. I’ve been waiting for that moment for years.” He said with his dimpled smile. “I love you.” Both of them said in unison, causing them to laugh together. That night her husband and best friend had loved her to death. And it was sweet.

[cynthiamwashington]

Find Your Tribe, Find Your Health?

Humans are a tribal species. We form alliances, align ourselves along ethnic, familial, religious, and cultural lines. Still, for the vast majority of people, “tribal” carries a negative connotation. Bitter partisan politics, ethnic genocides, religious wars, and the long history of bigotry make that connotation almost unavoidable. But I don’t think tribal in its true essence is all bad. The basic instinct to form and belong to groups is a simple fact of human physiology. It’s how we work, so we’d better make it work for us.

Remember, I err on the side of evolution. If human evolution has produced and maintained a characteristic or behavior, there’s probably a reason for it. And maybe that reason doesn’t make sense in the modern world. It gets distorted or magnified. Tribalism certainly can. But it can be equally detrimental to ignore that characteristic, to brush it off and discard it. We don’t have to perform hard physical labor to procure food anymore—but exercise is still vital for our health. My guess is the same holds true for our predilection toward tribalism. And it doesn’t have to look like you think it might….

Research shows that one kind of tribe—diehard sports fans— see physiological benefits when their teams compete, such as boosts to testosterone and increased empathy. Sports fans even have a higher-than-average sense of meaning in their lives, something many modern humans lack. Sure, you might say “pro sports don’t matter in the long run,” but who cares? The point is that sports fandom is a healthy, safe, and decidedly non-genocidal mode of tribalism that appears to confer health benefits to those who participate.

Imagine the potential benefits of leveraging your tribal leanings toward a truly healthy, meaningful endeavor?

CrossFit is the perfect example.

It doesn’t have to be CrossFit exactly, but one of those special kinds of gyms whose inhabitants aren’t headphone-wearing individuals doing their own thing, in their own world. CrossFit struck such a chord not only because it offered a great workout, but because it offered a tribe.

You didn’t just show up to a CrossFit box and “train back and biceps” with your headphones on. You and your tribe battled the clock, the iron, yourselves. You entered a place where motivation drips from the ceiling. Where a lot of the stuff I talked about in this article—having rules that remove decision-making from the equation, competing against others (and yourself), achieving intrinsic rewards—comes baked into the experience. Where you don’t have to muster the willpower to start and complete a workout because your tribe is there doing it and ushering you on to join in and give it your all. You get swept away by the pull of your CrossFit tribe—and you’re better off for it.

There’s actual research to back this up, not just conjecture.

A recent study found that CrossFit participants experience more intrinsic motivation related to group affiliation, personal challenge, and outright enjoyment of the activity—and that this experience can increase adherence compared to other types of resistance training.

In perhaps the only systematic review and meta-analysis of CrossFit research to date, researchers concluded that “CrossFit practice is associated with higher levels of community, satisfaction, and motivation.” They have a tribe and don’t want to let them down.

Fitness, in general, benefits from the tribal effect.

The solitary yogi doing impossible stretches with serene countenance as the sun rises is a romantic ideal, but who actually does that? Yoga isn’t exactly pleasant. It’s hard. It can hurt. It’s tough to get yourself motivated to do a full session at home. Get yourself in a legit yoga studio and suddenly you’re on the mat and it’s 98° and before you know it you’re downward dogging your way to nirvana.

Or the Tough Mudder/Mud Run/Spartan Race genre of extreme athletic event. Running barefoot across electrified barbed wire, plunging headfirst into a trough of mud and urine, getting frostbite, ruining your clothes, and paying a couple hundred bucks for the opportunity doesn’t sound very appealing on paper. But allow participants to form teams with their friends and compete against other teams, and the event sells out.

Don’t forget that some of the most traditional forms of fitness practice around—team sports—are entirely based on tribalism. You have a “team.” You’re competing against another group of individuals who’ve also coalesced around a similar concept of organization. You have uniforms, team colors, team slogans, special chants and cheers. You run plays, tactical maneuvers designed to overcome the defenses your opponents have laid out. You function as a unit. For the 60 minutes or so of game time, the tribe takes precedence over the individual. Joining an adult sports league might be a great way to add value, meaning, and fitness to your life.

Dietary affiliations are tribal, too. Primal is absolutely a tribe. Keto is a tribe. Vegetarianism and veganism are absolutely tribes.

This can easily go awry. If you get locked into the dogma of your particular dietary tribe, you may tune out dissenting evidence from other tribes, however valuable and applicable. That’s why I’ve always emphasized open mindedness and the importance of reading outside sources and maintaining the willingness to change your mind in the face of new information. That quality comes baked into the Primal way of living, eating, and thinking. It’s part of our “dogma.”

Whatever dietary tribe you belong to, consider incorporating that feature into your ideology. I highly recommend it.

And if you’re interested specifically in becoming closer to the Primal tribe, there are plenty of ways.

The Facebook Groups

Facebook can be the place where you argue with friends and family about things that don’t even matter, or it can be the place where you find your Primal tribe.

There’s the Mark’s Daily Apple FB group, which is a general Primal group where you can discuss anything and everything related to Primal.

If you’re more into keto specifically, joining the Keto Reset FB group is a great place to find your keto tribe.

And you can also join the Primal Endurance FB group.

In all these groups, the beauty is that each member is a real person with a real name, and everyone is supportive. So rather than bother all the other people in your life with chatter about ideal sun exposure times and cauliflower carb counts and “180 minus age,” you can connect with people who get it, and get you.

Come To an Event

If you haven’t made it to a Paleo f(x), you have to do it. First of all, it’s in Austin, one of the best (and most paleo/Primal-friendly) cities in the country. The BBQ is out of this world, if nothing else. Second, it’s a meeting of the top thought leaders in ancestral health, both established and upcoming. Great place to hear about new ideas and new angles on old ones. Third, you’ll be with your people. Your tribe.

If you do go, come say hi, cause I’ll definitely be there.

Become a Primal Health Coach

The ultimate way to find a tribe is to become the leader of one and create your own. There’s no better path to leadership in the Primal arena than becoming a legitimate expert, someone who can help others build better lifestyles and construct diets and training regimens. It’s amazing how little most people understand about health, diet, and fitness. If you know what you’re talking about and throw yourself into the business of health and fitness, you’d be surprised at the incredible changes you can effect in your clients—and how close you’ll become with them.

How a tribe helped your quest for better health? Or are you looking for one? (Post-challenge is the perfect time to tap into supports that keep you going….) What does the perfect health tribe look like to you?

Thanks for reading, everyone. Take care!

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