#the abs can't be genetic on their own

[worstloki]

One thing they don't tell us about Thor is what kind of training and diet he keeps to look all muscled up

[fideidefenswhore]

Part of what I find... ironic, if I may say so: Henry VIII's contemporaries praised how Jane Seymour was more discreet and submissive (obviously comparing Anne), but that's what makes her such a mystery today. No one knows what she was really like as a person, because she had to play all this role to keep herself as queen. This is why she is considered the least favorite of wives (and don't help some works try sell her as a sweet angel).

Well, that praise has been translated very much at face-value, very literally, so many would argue that there's no enigma. Jane was not so much a constant as a new constant and an unknown quantity; and the sense of stability was to some extent merely this extension of the former status quo (Princess Mary was not reinstated, in contrast to the usual narrative, it's Jane's ascendancy that sees Mary's supporters interrogated and/or arrested, and even soon after, sees Mary's chamberlain executed, this is the second marriage in as many years whose legitimacy and issue is affirmed by Parliament, without sanction, nor even this time, dispensations from the Pope); but the very nature of the praise (Jane as anodyne, Jane as gentle and sweet) is testament to the toothlessness of her tenure.

Measured approaches are going to help with that (people don't like being spoon-fed, nor about-faces, The Tudors actually does give us the blueprint of her usual historical narrative) but unfortunately there aren't many. So like, Retha Warnicke is one of the only historians to mention the dissonance of the report of her plea for the restoration of the abbeys versus the evidence that Jane and her family owned properties of the Dissolution. Unfortunately, she also just completely discredits that report, claiming that it was from Chapuys and thus cannot be trusted (it's definitely not, he never in his life referred to Mary as anything other than 'the princess', not 'Madame Marie'), despite that it turns up twice by two different sources; so actually what she does there is deny any dissonance when it's dissonance that makes historic people compelling (I usually just see the reverse of this from fandom, Jane was an angel without agency nor autonomy and thus every single thing she did or accepted she was 'forced' to do by Henry, including her own inventory inclusive of the above, including marrying him, etc...)

[petew21-blog]

Like father like son, Part 1

Father P.O.V.

My ex-girlfriend is a witch. Fucked up right? Yeah I never believed in any of this and she knew. And after cheating on her she said she would "make me believe". What a load of crap. I thought. Well, not anymore. Me and my son found ourselves in each others bodies. It happened just as we were normally chatting. We weren't that close, cause I was working most of the time and he was out with his friends enjoying his teen years. I wanted to get close to him, but he seemed to not want to open up to me.

If you have seen a movie Vice Versa where the Dad and son swap bodies while touching the skull. Or is it a transformation? Ah, doesn't matter. Well it happened a bit like that too. We swapped bodies literaly. The clothes stayed where they were previously.

After the initial shock and realisation that it was my girlfriend who caused it, we went to get information from her. My son had to drive, cause his body didn't have a license yet. The start was horrible. He couldn't even keep his eyes on the road, so I had to yell at him what to do. But eventually we got to her house.

On the front door was a note that said:"Went on a holiday for a month. And to my lovely ex-boyfriend - having sex with someone else makes it irreversible :) have fun"

Yeah, so we found out that we were fucked until she got back from her holiday. A month in my teen son's hormone filled body and him in my horny middle aged one. Our chances are very slim I tell you

We got back home, staying quiet on the ride home. We went into the living room and got on the sofa. Then we made a deal. We had to respect our bodies as if it were our own, no sex allowed, no drugs and alcohol. We had to scratch the alcohol, has David said he wants to enjoy the adulthood. But besides that we agreed on everything. We then proceeded to tell each other the details of our schedules. I had to mentally prepare for being in high school again and he had to prepare for a real job. I was actually kind of happy to get back there. I missed being a teen, having less responsibilities etc. Being you, enjoying life, music, love, sex. Ah, fuck. That's gonna be hard

We even had a talk about respecting each others privacy, but after we thought about it, we came to a conclusion that there was no way we could avoid looking at our new bodies naked. We had to take shower some day, or take a shit. All of these are gonna be pretty intimate so that's why.

We agreed that our bedroom's are gonna me our own places that the other can't got to.

And so we went on and parted our ways while leaving to our bedrooms. Maybe we shoould have went to each other's bedroom, but we haven't thought about that. All our clothes were in the other room, but neverminf. My room has its own access to the bathroom so I'll enjoy that.

I took off my shirt first. My sons's athletic lean teen body just being there. My finger tips touching my haird, my lips my cheeks. Tracing my neck, through the ridges I now had, going down to my beautiful abs covered in hair. I was getting hard, is it weird being hard from touching your son's body? Jesus that sounds horrible. But I am not touching my son, he is touching himself, I am just the one in control now.

I got on the ground and took off my jeans. Revealing black boxers with KISS logo and two hairy and long legs. Quite similar to mine actually. Genetics is strong I guess

I headed to the bathroom to get a proper look and clean my new body. I can't neglect my son now.

I took off his boxers. His dick flacid now, but still big. "That's my boy". I went to the bath and turned on the water. But I had no intention in lying in the water now. I had much exploring to do. I started from my feet. The beautiful and clean feet. No hard skin. I took the water and sopa into my hands and brought it up everytime I explored a part of his body. Everything wet marked a place I already knew now

I was now soaping his body above the waist line, enjoying the tight skin of his body. Being young is so amazing. He is mostly hairless, if you don't count some private areas.

I was now soaped up completely, just scrubbing the body up and down. Enjoying every movement I took.

Wow his butt is really nice, almost woman-like. Maybe I could let some guy fuck me. Wait, I can't do that. We can't have sex in each others bodies or we would seal the deal. But masturbation is not off the table I guess.

I took my middle and index finger to try out the resistsance of his hole. Nah, this hole already knows what is about to happen. And then it hit me. Fuck, his prostate his so sensitive. I went and pushed my fingers inside, while my other hand started jerking my already throbbing cock.

It couldn't have been long cause I was almost collapsing from the abundance of strong emotion and stimuli. I shot cum into the bath and then got down into the water.

What a body. Maybe this month isn't gonna be so bad after all

I got out of the shower, to find my body in his own clothes staring at me

"Wow, dad. I see you didn't waste any second huh? Hope you enjoyed it"

"Dave, it's... I'm sorry, it's the hormones. I haven't been this horny for so long. I couldn't control it"

"It's fine dad. I am gonna do the same tonight"

The rest of the week went on pretty smoothly. There were some embarassing moments, like hearing myself having an orgasm in the other bedroom, or finding open porn videos on tv, but besides that not much. I was enjoying being a young guy in high school again and having David's friends around was really great. We hung out all the time. But his friend Liam seemed like he wanted to be more than friends with David. Which complicated things a bit. I was in David's gay body now and his body wanted Liam. But I was holding on

One day we were on a beach just enjoying the weekend. We played some beach volleyball and then we got back to our towels to sunbathe

Andrew, my straight friend, then said:"David? Isn't that your dad with a new chick? Damn, he scored a nice one this time. Would like this one for myself too. Look at those tits."

And he was right. David was walking around with a blonde woman that had a hand on his waist. What took me off guard was that my body started making out with her and grabbing her tits. Not caring who might see.

Wait, does this mean what I think it means? Are we really stuck like this now? I just hope he didn't have sex with her

I changed the story a tiny bit. I was really inspired by the photos so it went to a different direction than I hoped for. I hope you don't mind. If you do, please message me and I'll do another one especially for you :)

A story request from inbox: Hi, can you write a story about a closeted widow muscle dad swapping with his straight twink son and somehow their nethaw body fits their role? The dad in his twink son's body came out as a bottom gay and the sun in his muscular dad's for found a girlfriend which he fvcks every night. Thank you

[monarchofdreams]

Familial

This is my grandson, Joseph. He has always taken care of me since he was a little boy. I would always appreciate him helping me clean the house, walk to the kitchen, or even buy me groceries. When he was young, he loved to play sports. He'd say he'd grow big and strong just so he could help me. I was always so proud of him when he showed me his medals and trophies. Unfortunately, I was always too old and frail to see his football games. He did well with academics as well. He was athletic, intelligent, and not to mention his looks, but he was also gorgeous. I love him so much, but it bothered me to see him lonely. I mean, he's very popular and has plenty of friends. However, even with his good looks and charm, he doesn't have the confidence to ask a girl out. He would always say that he would never get a girl or they wouldn't want to date him. That's just ridiculous! He is wasting those amazing genetics. If I had thise looks back in my day, I'd have women from all over town begging to get into my pants. Fast forward a few years, I was stuck in a hospital bed waiting to kick the bucket, and Joseph was taking care of me. He's a grown adult with his own life, yet he never left me behind. He was devastated when I passed away. He locked himself in his room for days just to cry. I reached out to comfort him, but suddenly, in that moment, everything went blank.

Slowly, sound starts to return, and I can feel a draft against my skin, across my entire body. As I slowly open my eyes, I realize I am in my grandson's apartment. As I take in my new surroundings, my eyes drift toward my large arms and hands... they aren't mine! They are nicely tanned and without a wrinkle in sight! I have tattoos decorating my now bulging biceps. I am only wearing a pair of Nike briefs, fully exposed, leaving little to the imagination. I quickly ran to the bathroom, and to my disbelief, I was greeted by Joseph's reflection, displaying a shocked expression, but it was not long until that confusion shifted into curiosity and arousal.

I started to gently touch the soft skin of my face and torso, which was now blanketed in thick slabs of muscle mass. My hands glided down my chest, fondling my massive pecs and washboard abs. As I felt myself up, a massive bulge started begging for attention. I bit my lip as my hands began to move down, as if they had a mind of their own. My fingers glide across my pecs, brushing against my firm nipples. My body began to shudder the more I touched them. Damn, they are very sensitive. I felt my raging cock stiffen against my briefs, and a damp spot started to form. Without wasting more time, I quickly reached down the damp briefs, my hand breaking past webs of pre built up from the past few minutes. My fingers wrap around my manhood, but just barely. Holy shit, I am massive. I take my thumb nad massage my tip, feeling more slick juice coating my hands. Without warning, my hips suddenly buck forward, causing a soft masculine moan to escape my lips.

I haven't felt this good in years, and I am hungry for more. I continue to grind my cock against my massive rough hands, my breathing growing heavier with each pump. I can feel pressure building up as I get closer to finishing, but I won't allow this to end so soon. I release my hand from its cum soaked prison, and take a wiff of my spunk. It reaks of the musk of a true man. I feel my cock soften just enough to get my briefs to loosen its grip. I pull down the elastic, letting my 8 inches of pure manhood to spring out and breathe, dripping with white spunk and sweat. I know I'm taking this too far, violating Joseph's body, but I can't control myself. I wrapped my hand once again around my shaft and began pumping my that dick. As I pump, it continues to inflate an extra 2 inches in my hands. My rough hands stroke the ridges of my fuckstick, driving me insane with each pass. "Ooof. Oh fuck, yes..." My moans of pleasure grow louder and louder. Hearing the sexy voice of my grandson spout lude words from my mouth and feeling the base of his vocal chords vibrate within my throat is sending me over the edge. More and more pressure begin to build up as I feel cum rise up my piping hot rod. Nothing else mattered right now. Only thoughts of sex and pleasure filled my mind. My grandson's well-being was no longer a concern. "This is my body, Joseph. You love your grandpa, right? So I'm sure you'll be thrilled if I stay. You like that, don’t you? Ohhh, yes. Unnghh, " I yelp out in my new sexy voice as I reach my limit. "Im coming. Oh yes, baby, I'm coming. Nnnngg..." It was not long until my cock finally erupted, my white juice coating my sweaty body. The smell of musk continued to turn me on, and without hesitation, I brought my cum cover hand to my mouth, licking my fingers clean. The thick juices slid down my throat as I enjoyed the salty taste of my youth. My dick was still rock hard and leaking. I can really go for a second serving.

[alternate-real-ities]

Hi. It would be interesting to know how you look into other universes? Do you have any kind of device or magical abilities? Can you demonstrate this on me?

Hey there, cutie 😉. Thank you for your intriguing question about how I perceive other universes and realities beyond our own. While I do not possess any magical abilities, I have developed a remarkable device that allows me to peer into the multiverse. My machine utilizes advanced quantum computing technology coupled with exotic matter as the energy source. It allows me to access specific realities with decent clarity by calibrating it carefully.

To demonstrate this capability for you, I would be happy to show you some alternate realities where you're still as stunning as you are now, only in a different way:

Here's a universe where you are instead Filipino. Here, your hair is a deep black with just the slightest hint of waviness at the top, framing your heart-shaped face perfectly. You possess a boyish face that makes anyone weak in the knees at first glance. When you smile, it's like seeing a whole world open up.

Your chest is smooth and flat, leading down to your soft belly and then tapering off into elegant legs that show little signs of hair. You are so small and delicate that it's hard to imagine that below all that innocence hides a deep lust for a big strong man to hold you up and do with you as he pleases.

-

Now, let's pay a visit to a previous dimension I like to call "Arab World". At the pinnacle of this society are the most perfectly engineered humans - those with Arab DNA that has been optimized through generations of careful selection, genetic tweaking and breeding to create individuals of unparalleled physical perfection and mental acuity. In this universe, you are an alpha of unparalleled might, your virility unmatched by any who have come before. You take great pride in your genetic superiority, knowing that no mere mortal could ever compare to your perfection.

You are blessed with a virile physique, muscular form sculpted by years of intense physical training. Your bulging chest and rock-hard abs speak to your boundless strength and vitality. In the gym at your lavish estate, you push yourself to the limits, determined to maintain peak condition.

But as much as you appreciate fine living and opulence, your true passion lies in power, conquest, and sexual domination of lesser beings. As an elite Arab alpha ruler, you take immense pride and pleasure in asserting your superiority over those beneath you, including your slaves.

-

To end this showcase gracefully, let me show you one last reality which might be my favourite. In this dimension, one of your parents is black, and as such you were born to become an handsome lightskin man.

You are an absolute fuckboy, and you wouldn't have it any other way. Your life is one endless string of parties, workouts, flirting, and fucking. You are utterly shameless about flaunting your body to anyone who will look. At the gym, you make sure every single rep is perfectly calibrated for maximum muscle growth. You strike poses, flexing and posing with a confident swagger that lets everyone know just how goddamn hot you are. The mirror loves you as much as you do.

Your nightlife consists of endless nights out on the town. You're always down to hit up the trendiest clubs in the city, the hottest bars, the flashiest parties. Your social media is filled with steamy selfies showcasing off your bodacious physique - pecs popping from tight tank tops, washboard abs glistening as you do ab crunches against a wall. Fans and admirers drool over every inch of exposed skin.

You are always on the prowl for a special someone to show off and bring home - some unsuspecting twink who can't resist getting lost in your world of pleasure and excitement. The way you touch them, caress their skin with lingering fingertips, leans into them with smoldering intensity - it's enough to make even the most experienced bottom moan like a bitch in heat.

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These are just some examples of the diverse array of alternate realities that my machine allows me to access and observe from afar. Although, with the timeline converger project I'm currently working on, it may one day become possible for me to physically transform you as well if we both so desire.

As a side note, I'd like to thank you for your patience! I know I took a lot of time, but calibrating my machine takes quite some time if one wants to see realities that aren't as normal and boring as ours. I hope it was worth your time, because I'm sure it was worth mine 😉 See you next time!

[guywrestlingaddiction]

Everything Great About a Match: Troy Baker v Shane McCall (bgeast.com)

Everything Great About a Match: +9

Troy Baker v Shane McCall (bgeast.com)

SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.

So let's begin:  +1: For Troy... very few wrestlers have reached Troy's shredded abs level of perfection.  Now for all those  pretty guys out there who are squeamish or can't get into wrestling.  Troy has no such problem - the guy handles his face/jobber role like a man.

There are no words needed to explain the perfection that is Troy's body. 

Troy baiting his heel to get him to wrestle. 

+1: For Shane at the height of his heel prowess.  No wrestler was more experienced, more intimidating, more domineering, than Shane at the height of his heel perfection.  The guy has paid his dues as a jobber and is finally coming into his own at this point.  +A for Shane if the A stands for Asserting his will on a jobber.  

+1: The chemistry between a forcible heel and a tough as nails jobber selling this match to perfection.  What do you get when you combine a rugged, top notch heel with a pliable, take anything you can throw his way jobber - you get this masterpiece, that's what.  It's not so much a 'fight' as a testosterone fueled dance with each man knowing their roles to perfection.  

+1: Along those lines, these two pros truly know how to turn a muscled brawl into a narrative between men.  All those hard bodies are one thing but to take all that and add in the competition, the twists and turns, the adrenaline - all work to make this match legendary.  

Troy's thighs are strong enough to take down anyone ... but sometimes it's skill not strength that is king.

Troy is not going to just take it. 

+1: For this seamless Ab stretch to an over-the-knee backbreaker.  Shane absolutely is the man for pulling this off and his ability to unleash this on poor Troy is a triumph.  

Shane: What do you say? Huh?

Troy: [Groan]

Shane: Give it up! Give it up man! Troy: I ... I... 

+1: Shane knows how to humiliate his jobber.  Short of begging, Troy is made to show how useless those show muscles are against the shear tenacity of Shane.  

Something about making that cocky muscle hunk climb up your burly body to prove you're the man!

Or teaching him a lesson and making him arch his back in pain.

+1: For that Heel-turn.  Troy was simply never destined to win.  While Troy may be gifted by genetics one hundred times over, gay wrestling has a way of making things right in the world by turning those ripped golden muscles a bright shade of red, I think the exact color is punishment red to be exact.  

In a shock to the system, the unconquerable has been conquered. 

First the celebration ... More celebration with those sweaty shiny abs...

Then to add glistening muscly insult to jobber victory - Troy pours water on himself. 

Just one step too far.  You've poked the bear and will regret this Troy!

Yup celebration hangover. 

+1: For that Ending.  To further lay claim of the jobber, Shane pours more cold water on the jobber and makes the man submit over and over again until he's satisfied.  Soaking wet muscles glisten with water and Shane shows him off for all to see.  I mean what good is a victory if not to put that shiny, bronze, strong body on display like your own personal trophy.  Hell, making a Trophy jobber out of Troy is worth a bonus point there [+1].  

Soak your muscle boy until he's good and shiny

Then unleash all hell on his best assets.

A win isn't really a victory unless your opponent is so destroyed he regrets ever agreeing to the match. 

------- Everything Great About this Match: +9

So there you have it. It's really not an exaggeration when they say they don't make em like this anymore.  Where else can you see two wrestling titans in their respective levels of, overpower you heel-ness, and give you everything I got jobber-ness.  The biggest mistake of all time was when Troy seductively poured water on himself.  The man might as well shine a searchlight on that sculpted ripped body of his and announce he was ready for some heel punishment.  In the end, it's no surprise that Troy was destroyed, put on humiliating display, and claimed as Shane's personal trophy to add to his collection.  

[silliestgal]

Heathers Headcanons !

Heather Chandler

She used to be ginger but bleached and dyed her hair blonde because people made fun of her hair color, she has to redye her roots frequently.

Her hair is a wavy-curly but not too curly.

She's around 5'5 or 5'6' but wears heels to make herself taller and she wears shoulder pads to appear much bigger than she really is

I think she is tannish-pale not too pale but pale to an extent, she has freckles on her face and arms but covers them up with long sleeves and make up.

She's an only child and even though she was rich was always bored or lonely due to other kids being scared to approach her.

She isn't a gym rat but does diet on and off and workouts out via cardio (things like jogging for 45 minutes or going the treadmill) and some light ab exercises with light weight training to maintain slim and fit.

She's only slightly above average in academic's but usually makes the nerds do her work because she doesn't like studying or doing homework + she'd think people would call her a nerd if she tried doing better

She has hunters eyes / hj

Heather Duke

She has black hair and straight naturally due to her genetics and she has brown eyes (and mono lids of course). She is 5'4 not that tall, her mary janes make her barely 5'5'.

She was born in South Korea but her parents immigrated to America when she was really young and couldn't remember anything. But her parents made sure she learned how to speak Korean fluently and about her cultural.

She is really smart, loves to read but keeps most of reading time private because people would think she's a nerd and Chandler would tease her for it.

She smokes but not too often due to it's health risks and such, same with drinking she only does it at parties or when she really has hit rock bottom in her life.

She either owns a pet reptile like a snake or a arachnid (I.G. a tarantula.)

Her favorite color is red but she can't have anything that's red or has red on it because it's Heather Chandler's color. I feel like she secretly likes pinks too.

She over-exercises due to her bulimia and her need for control over something (in this scenario her body). She overexercises to purge, sometimes takes laxatives but usually uses the old sticking the finger in your mouth trick to kick in her gag reflex. She doesn't use her jeep to get to school if the other girls don't need a ride to school to be able to exercise even more (via walking).

Heather McNamara

She is 5'8 and her heels make her a bit taller (she is the tallest heather), she has a sleeper build, and dirty blonde curly-wavy hair.

She's chipped her tooth after an accident during cheer practice.

She has pet parrots! Budgies, she wanted a white dog like a maltese or bichon frise but she still loves her budgies nonetheless

She jogs around the neighborhood every morning (she doesn't like waking up early but does it to continue her daily jogs) and goes to the gym 5 out of 7 times a week, and obviously has cheer practice on top of that.

She loves going to the beach or anything that requires physical activity really, basketball, soccer, skateboarding, swimming etc

She's scared of spiders and 'creepy' looking animals.

She tries to always eat protein filled foods and good carbs/fats but she loves junkfood too much and cheats on her 'diet' everyday atleast once!

She binge watches romance movies like The Notebook and other cheesy movies

Not that smart but not stupid either she's just your average joe in academics and trying her best to maintain a 2.5 GPA or higher as a student-athelete.

NO VERONICA HEADCANONS IM SORRYY

[victhespookygoat]

First of all, I am BEGGING people to stop imposing human social concepts around gender to non-human animals.

These lions are not trans.

Nature is not showing us "queer representation" because *that isn't a fucking thing in nature*.

Here are some actual sources on this phenomenon: https://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/article/lioness-manes/ https://www.nationalgeographic.com/animals/article/animals-lions-manes-zoos-genetics-spd https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/abs/10.1111/aje.12360

From the PBS article:

The team says that these lions’ manes are likely the result of high testosterone levels. Here’s Karl Gruber, reporting for New Scientist:

The idea that testosterone is implicated in the Botswana lionesses is also backed by observations of their reproductive success, says Kathleen Alexander at Virginia Tech in Blacksburg. “While some of the maned lionesses were observed mating, none of them became pregnant, suggesting they are infertile, a known consequence of high levels of androgens such as testosterone in females,” she says. “The behavioural changes suggest this is likely the case.” Hunter suspects this explanation applies to the animals studied by Gilfillan and his colleagues. “Given all five known maned females come from the Okavango region, there must be a genetic component in this population underlying the phenomenon,” he says.

These lions aren't "transing their gender". They're experiencing the side effects of hormonal changes caused by either environmental pressures, individual physical anomalies, or hereditary genetic disorders (possibly due to inbreeding as a result of declining populations but that's a whole other can of worms).

Calling these lions "trans" is like saying a woman who starts to grow chin hairs after menopause is trans. I get that queer folks really want to have examples to point to so we can say "look, we're found in nature too so please can we have some rights", but here's the thing.

*Non human animals are not humans*

They don't share our social concepts. They don't even share our biology. And frankly, trying to fit the vast complexities of nature into man-made boxes like "transgender" is a fool's errand because nature doesn't give a shit about us or our "representation".

And even more frankly? My experience of queerness is *human*. I am queer because the culture I live in has marked my experiences as such. My understanding of my own gender is inextricable from my culture's understanding gender in general. Queerness only exists because humans insist on putting each other in categories which do not exist in nature. Hell even "human" is a man-made concept.

And to be extremely fucking frank? If you can't see trans people or queer people more broadly as "real" without having to point to a non-human animal behavior as "proof"? That's a you problem, man.

lions are like transgendering lol

[ririthefairy]

WHAT I LEARNT DURING 9 MONTHS OF CALISTHENICS AS A 14 YO (+ sport lifestyle tips)

Hellooo, this is my first experience-sharing and tips-giving post on the main topic of my life: calisthenics.

Since November 2023, I got serious with this sport. Here's what I learnt about the gym community:

The "1200 calories" culture isn't enough for most of the teenagers. While practicing a sport, you burn calories, so you need to have ENOUGH ENERGY to even practice well. When I started the 1200 calories per day, I didn't even have enough energy for 3 push ups... Plus, this took me in a toxic cycle, the famous binge eating. This is what put me in this state of bulimia that I'm working on healing because BULIMIA AIN'T COOL.

Don't follow every type of advice on the internet (but yeah it costs nothing to follow mines 🤭). You can't compare your teenage self with a grown adult, or even someone who teaches things for ADVANCED people while you are a begginer. The genetics also matter, so make sure to follow people that you can identify yourself with.

It's alright to not be disciplined. The thing is that you have to find another way to keep your workout going on, then. Sometimes, I just watch videos of people doing calisthenics and then I get in the mood for doing my own workout.

If you don’t like the sport that you are doing for more than 3 months, you still have the time to change it. The most important thing while moving your body is to like it, because, even if having bigger arms than your ex (s/o to mine 😘) is satisfying, your brain also has to LIKE IT, it will improve your mental health.

The "3" rule for me is: 3 meals, 3 snacks, 3 liters of water. (Maybe not suitable for everyone, but snacks are a must for me to have enough energy before working out)

Be okay with lazy days. If you're on your period, just rest and do something creative instead of sport, or take a walk if you really want to move.

ABS WORKOUT WON'T GIVE YOU ABSSSSSS. I've been there, imagine myself with those constent 2 YEARS of 15 minutes abs workout every night, still a no! It is still good to train them, because it will streghten your core. But you also need a little calorie deficit (I see ya, don't even think about starving yourself this won't work lol), but abs workout help with building your abs muscles, and it will be easier to see them!

If you crave a cookie, either make a healthier version that tastes GOOD, or either eat a cookie.

I LOVE YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELFFF

[serephinastardust]

Mother and daughter lament

Growing up female is hard,

Raising a female is worst.

The constant comparing,

To all those around you,

No matter the era its true.

My girls, please stop comparing,

You know I will never judge your size.

Just know genetics will be favorable.

For you...

A twig means starvation,

Anemic or bulimic.

Here's what my childhood shows.

Not twiggy or skinny or perfect.

Overweight and thick I always was.

From swimming to softball,

To musicals and colorguard,

I was doing it all.

When puberty hit my fat disappeared,

Gaining curves and boobs and butt,

I struggled with my own self image,

A demon still latched to me now,

Always called fat by family,

I didn't realize I blossomed so well,

From ugly duckling to swan,

So you have alot to anticipate still.

My girls, so young,

Don't grow up yet, please,

Though genetics will bless you,

I fear you won't see it,

And forever compare what you see.

Being a female is hard,

Society is evil, its the truth,

The perfect body will never exist.

Being a female is not a competition,

Across the world, I make this promise,

Eating well, and being active,

Is the best body for all.

So I beg you my girls,

Don't let this demon latch on you,

It's whispers are extremely dangerous.

I hope my words and prayers protect you.

The last thing I want,

For my vision to see,

Are demons like mine latch on you.

My girls, please smile,

My girls, please stop comparing,

My girls, please stay you, all your life,

My girls, my girls, beautiful girls.

Remember being female is hard,

Remember society is evil,

Remember you own your image,

Remember our home is free of judgement.

Remember I'm weighed down by these things.

Remember I'll help, just use your voice.

And finally your life if your choice.

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(Poem inspiration/backstory)

This came to me today, after my 6y daughter freaked out because her jeans weren't fitting right. The back of her pants kept lifting off her back, giving her the feeling that they were too loose. And had to search for some childhood pictures of myself to prove that I was never skinny. It took until puberty for me loose belly fat.

What I didn't tell her was I grew up being called fat, mainly from father, so when I became a beautiful young women, i felt ugly. I was always about 150lbs from elementary to now. But always active. I never understood that my thickness was because of muscles, i never understood strong muscles were heavier than muscles. I was scared of looking muscular. It was only in the last few years, I got that demon to shut its ugly face. Though it keeps trying to speak me. And this past year was the worst with my demons. I've been slowly losing my desire to eat, it's hard to find food I can enjoy without getting sick of it. Things I used to like a month or two ago make me figuratively sick. And working out at the gym has born no obvious signs of change because I can't properly eat. I know I'm not fat, fat. Having 4 kids weakening the ab muscles and all. But having stubborn, is self doubt inducing. Even if I'm 20xs stronger than I was a year ago.

I hope my girls ages 7 and 3, will never struggle like I do at age 32 with body image, and feeling right about myself. I pray they dont try and compare themselves to their brothers, one a twig but can easily hold 170lbs, the other with meat on his bones but probably just as strong.

[dzpenumbra]

6/12/23

Starting to feel a bit run-down now at the end of the day, but today wasn't half bad. A big change from the big waves of physical anxiety shit I've been dealing with the past few days.

I slept through an entire sleep cycle (I think). I improvised yoga again since I just... hopped right back into RP streams again. I did a workout that I was kinda dreading because I was worried it was going to be the one that kicked my ass. 3 sets with 2 minutes rest in between - 10 sit-ups, 20 punches at the peak of a sit up, 10 flutter kicks (x2 per set) So, that was a total of 60 sit ups in one workout today, plus all the other shit. And I'm not even that sore, like... just a little on my sides. I'm actually surprised. I did get that thing where my muscles just wouldn't pull me up, so I'd have to kick my legs a tiny bit, but only towards the last few sit ups. I remember doing this exact routine before and really struggling with the ab stuff, to the point of actually just quitting the exercise early. So, I guess lately I've been putting on weight a little, but I've also been getting stronger. I'm okay with that.

I spent some time looking at diet stuff. It's still weird, but I'm trying to see the good in it, specifically by trying to get myself excited about cooking again. It was actually the first thing I did today, still in bed. I came to the conclusion that fiber = good and animal fat = bad. And I'm kinda piggybacking off this dietary thing to just... go ahead and trim meat out of my diet. I might as well, I barely consume it anyway. That's the long-term plan, anyway. Wouldn't be the first time, I was vegetarian for 3 years in the past. For right now, I'm re-introducing more homemade chinese food to the menu. I actually stopped making my fried rice when I stopped getting chinese takeout from the place next to my building. It was just too goddamn expensive. I can't be shelling out $50 for takeout for one fucking person. And I was making my fried rice from the rice they gave me, so... that went on hold for a bit. Hoping to make a comeback here.

The new additions to the diet? Cold Sesame Noodles, Chicken and Broccoli, and Rice + Bean Burritos. Should be good additions, I don't think there's really anything bad in there besides cheese and maybe sour cream. I guess the big no-no's are... cream-based stuff and animal fats, that's what I'm kinda gathering. So like... fatty meat cuts, butter, sour cream, whole milk, stuff like that. 3 of those things are in my fridge right now... XD So, gonna fix the milk thing soon enough, which is not really the end of the world honestly. Cheese is my fucking vice though, that's the one I really do NOT like the idea of parting with. I will part ways with ice cream way before I get rid of cheese.

On that note, I made 3 baked potatoes with pepper jack, about 1/3 the butter I normally use, a tiny dab of sour cream and a bunch of scallions. Really good. Probably not a regular meal from here forward though, we'll see. Quantity is relevant.

I should probably talk about this. I am trying to balance out... taking these test results seriously... and freaking out and becoming a paranoid health nut. Because I have a very clear genetic and habitual predisposition that leans me towards that specific obsession. My dad has been obsessed with his fitness and nutrition as far back as I can remember. I think my mom told me that it started around when they had kids, around when he was my age. Maybe he even got a test like this, and he just went full-tilt obsessed with it. That and work, of course. And... because he spent all of his time and brainpower fixated on work 24/7 and his own fitness and nutrition... my brothers and I grew up without a father. So... despite not having kids myself, I know the toll that can be taken from having good intentions that are rooted in obsessive fear. And one of the first things I did was let my therapist know that stuff about my dad, so that if I start rabbit-holing and freaking out... he'll know why. It's so relieving to have someone understanding on deck who I can just give a heads up like that, even if it's not necessary. Very glad I took giant swan dives of faith with my vulnerabilities and shameful stuff in the past so that now... it's pretty damn easy to just go - "hey, just letting you know that I have a really deep-rooted insecurity around that thing we talked about today, and it's because of _____. Just for the record, in case it becomes relevant in the future. Have a nice weekend!" Shallow "friends" and emotionally detached people hate it when I do that, they even see it as aggressive (somehow?), but being able to share openly and honestly is an invaluable social asset, I think.

I am pretty proud to say that I didn't work today. I took the day off. I started up a new Rimworld colony because... fuck it... and just kinda chilled and watched streams and played Rimworld. I was so fucking locked in on work yesterday and I got so much more done than I expected that I thought it would be a good idea. I really do think it was, I feel a lot more calm and recharged. Even tired at 4 AM.

Honestly, that's pretty much been the day. Chill Sunday, throwing together recipes, playing Rimworld, throwing together a grocery list that I'll hopefully get delivered tomorrow. Lots of exercise, and now... I'm a bit run down. My stomach's upset, which doesn't happen often for me, so my body is just like... "what the fuck is happening, PANIC!"

Luckily it's right at the end of the night, so I can just finish up here and just go curl up and pass out and all should be well. I'll wrap up with some tarot, of course.

Past - Eight of Swords (Feeling trapped and powerless. Being conditioned and complacent, not being able to see objectively.  But if you can, this is an opportunity to remove yourself from that trap.) Present - Four of Swords (Rest.  Taking time to recover and seek respite.) Future - Three of Pentacles, inverted (Teamwork, accomplishing more together.)

Alright, these are all new cards tonight, so that's a big accomplishment in itself. Some surprisingly simple and easy to interpret ones, as well.

The thread starts with the Eight of Swords. The symbol immediately struck me powerfully, because the card is an image of a bound woman surrounded by swords. In the image, she is bound by ribbons. This struck me because... I used to have a recurring image that stuck with me - in dreams, in intuitive sketches, in inspiration - of a bound woman... but the binding was sorta... coming undone. In my... I never really evolved the language to communicate what these... flashes of images that just come to me and then I turn them into art, what to call them... I often just call that inspiration. So, in that... the woman is bound with black ribbon or electrical tape, something like that. And she is bound usually in a manner that aesthetically resembles clothing, so around her breasts and hips. And the ends of the binding material sorta flap in the wind. And she was often being pulled up towards the moon by her heart, and levitating with outstretched arms. I ended up adapting this character into a tattoo that takes up the entirety of the outside of my calf - she has long hair and a fire tattoo on the side of her torso, and is armed with a handgun. A lot of... let's just generously use the term "sex-positive people"... have looked at this image and superimposed sexuality onto it... which has upset me a lot over the years, but... you know how people are. The binding is very directly symbolic of being trapped and constrained, and yet that constraint being something that keeps you safe from vulnerability to the world, being symbolically naked. Most of that symbolism I speculate to be emotional vulnerability. And due to that trap, she developed the need for self-protection. But her gun is lowered, and her face is calm. She was always a sorta... guardian angel figure to me. I don't really know how to describe that fully, but that's always been my attachment to her and that tattoo; she's a protector, a guardian. Maybe she remains bound... so that I no longer have to be.

Huge backstory to say... this image in Eight of Swords is a very similar and familiar figure. But the gist of Eight of Swords is... from my understanding... that this is something that appears to be a trap or constraint... but from other perspectives actually is not. An illusion, of sorts. And perspective can set you free.

This image is connected to the Four of Swords. This is, quite simply... rest and recovery. Plain and simple.

And this is connected to... inverted Three of Pentacles, which is a representation of teamwork. Many hands making light work that benefits everyone. But... that's in disorder.

So... in short... a shift of perspective that breaks a trap or illusion that I am (or was) stuck in... leads to a state where I can finally recover... but that creates the snag where I'm disconnected from others, and won't have helping hands. Something to prepare for. And this definitely seems to be a cycle I fall in a lot. I finally realize I'm stuck in this Chinese Finger Trap situation where I realize "oh, I can just walk away from this toxicity"... and then I finally get the balls to do it... and I revel in the bliss of peace and rest and recovery, and take care of myself alone... and then the second I realize I can't survive in this world alone and look around for a helping hand? No one to be found. Yeah. So... this is a good reminder of that.

Birds are chirpin, time for bed. Imma take a short relaxing bath first. Have a good one!

[pushovermediacritic]

You're assuming a lot of subtext that isn't there on my end and somehow ignoring a lot of obvious subtext that IS there in the quotes you were referencing.

It's pissing me off how much bad faith you're using and assuming.

yeah, i realize you genuinely thought that? you genuinely thought that if i knew how unvirtuous gamergaters were i'd be okay with people equating a man's virtue with his number of sexual conquests about it. this is what i was objecting to

I thought it was possible for someone nowadays to post about ant gamergates and be completely unfamiliar with GamerGate, since GamerGate was almost 10 years ago.

I genuinely thought that you didn't know about it because I thought you wouldn't be offended if you did. The only context where it makes logical sense for you to be offended is out of ignorance, otherwise you're just being an obstinate jackass.

im a genetic freak and im not normal

Not what I meant and you fucking know that. I don't even know what you're referring to here, you're being so frustratingly vague. Are you asexual, autistic, physically disabled, colorblind? "Genetic freak" could mean anything. I don't know what kind of bigot you're trying to imply I am, so I can't argue against it. It's just a bad-faith attack on my character for no reason.

And I'm autistic, you don't get to play that card like I'm being insensitive by saying your argument is weird (not even you, I wasn't calling you weird, just your argument).

leaving aside the vast gulf between "a lot of gamergaters were incels" and "gamergater and incel are basically the same thing", what part of seeing a guy say "i'm worthless because i can't have sex, also i hate women" and saying "haha that guy's worthless because he doesn't have sex" is ironic?

Not what they were saying at all, and you should know that with even basic reading comprehension. They were literally just saying "GamerGaters were proud male incels who hate women, so it's funny that ant gamergates are female worker ants who are punished for mating, almost the exact opposite". It's a funny play on words by comparing gamergates to GamerGate, and incel behavior (by way of woman-hating) is one of the first things the common person thinks of when they think of GamerGate.

Not all GamerGaters were incels, duh, but most of them were. They weren't saying "people who don't have sex are bad", they were saying "GamerGaters were bad, and a stereotypical thing known about them is that they proudly did not have sex". That's literally it. They're just making fun of GamerGaters using their own rhetoric, which is ironic, just like "Let's go Brandon" becoming "Dark Brandon", or trans people thinking hell is badass.

Political rhetoric getting appropriated is a form of irony.

In case you didn't know that (here I am, assuming ignorance again, sorry about that, but it was actually kind of interesting to research), here's a paper discussing it (specifically how the phrase "Britain is the heart of the EU" was used in regards to Brexit): https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S0378216616303137

Finally, I'm a virgin. I've never had sex, and I think you're completely misreading and overreacting. I do not at all get the impression that they're saying I'm a bad person.

broke: many worker ants are reproductively viable; the neat division of ants into reproducing queens and nonreproducing workers is a human social construct.

woke: many worker ants are reproductively viable, but the eggs and young of these gamergates are frequently eaten by other workers, and sometimes they are punished for reproducing; the neat division of ants into reproducing queens and nonreproducing workers is socially constructed by ants

[kira-fluff]

Imagine the bros with someone who was a gremlin as a child and just nonchalantly tells them their stories. For example in kinder I got dared to put a rock in my ear and my little five year old self was not gonna back down. I had to get that rock removed by a doctor 😭.

a/n: i love this oddly specific request as well as the flawless usage of the descriptor "gremlin". i too was a lollipop-stuck-to-hair, hot-mess-express child. thank u for sharing your amazing story x i took the liberty of using as many funny childhood stories as i could remember, as well as your own (thought it a befitting tale to tell to lucifer lmao) disclaimer: this is assuming that you had a childhood full of crazy events, but none including ab*se of any kind. these are silly, funny memories, not ones that would hurt you to this day. tw: language, mention of children in the future (not totally breeding kink tho), established relationship unclear so just decided that for yourself bc im lazy

reacting to funny stories from your childhood - obey me! brothers x reader

stories of your childhood were always something most found entertaining, but you found that these stories intrigued your demon roommates even more so. it started off as a comment you'd mentioned off-hand, but the brothers urged you on, hooked on hearing some of your stories - after all, it had been a few hundred years since they'd been children.

"...so one time i got dared to put a rock in my ear and, of course, only losers back down from a challenge--" "you didn't" "--so i put that rock right in my ear! then i had to go to the doc to get it taken out, but at least my friends knew i ain't no pussy." "of course you did."

lucifer

trying to pretend like he doesn't care

but is easily baited into the conversation when mammon says "the person who knows the most 'bout y/n is obviously ME!"

rolls his eyes, but you can see his head turning to listen to you better

is rude af about it once you finish your story smh

"it all makes sense now, that rock must've replaced your brain"

smirks throughout the story, making focused eye-contact with mammon because his dumbass did the same thing. LAST. MONTH. (for a bet, of course, that he lost)

scoffs at your story, but can't help but continue to listen with a smile

he's got it bad

feels the need to one-up your stories with stories of his own (that aren't embarrassing at all, but that prove that even at the age of 2 he was a badass)

can't help but let his mind wander to having a child with you (he's domestic af okay)

"let's hope your our child inherits more of the father's genetics"

i dare you to smack him upside the head he deserves it for being a snarky little whore

just run away after, it's not like he'll catch you he def will

"...and then my sister took my doll, so then i tackled her to the ground and started chocking her. she passed out but she had it coming. my mom grounded me for like a month but i didn't care because guess what? my sis never took my doll again" "remind me not to take your shit anymore oh fuck--"

mammon

oh? cute stories about your childhood?

he's all ears

can't help but turn it into a competition to see who knows you the best or who your favorite is

so badly wants you to say it's him ;-;

was expecting stories about maybe the time you made your first friend or when you learned your first word

nope

he's over here sweating bullets because did he remember to put back all that stuff he took?

he wasn't gonna sell it or anythin'.. he just kinda likes the way yer stuff smells... not in a creepy way though, ok?!

and like, you hadn't noticed yet

so of course he was gonna keep some of your stuff!!!

but.. but you choked your sister for stealing a doll?

not even lucifer was that... extreme

may or may not find him in your room, putting all of your things back in the places he recalled he'd taken them

you'd just laugh, saying you didn't mind as long as it wasn't something you really needed

he breathed a sigh of relief

he was genuinely about to shit his pants when you walked through the door

"'m too young to die! swear i was jus' lookin' at 'em!"

"..one time my dad was in a bad mood so he got mad that i passed the ketchup bottle without the cap facing DOWN so that all the ketchup was able to be poured out quickly. so then, when he asked me to pass the salt, so i looked at him, then turned the salt shaker face down and handed it to him as the salt was pouring out..."

leviathan

already tweeting "STORIES FROM Y/N'S CHILDHOOD?!?!??! #REALSHITSABTTOGODOWN #STANRURICHAN"

spurs him to tell his own stories about his childhood (he wants to share but swears its sO emBarrAsSinG"

swears he was into anime as a newborn

is honestly a lil giddy to hear your stories and laughs at them just as much as everyone else

whenever you come into his room while he is gaming he wants you to tell him more of the stories from your childhood

"LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOO Y/N IS A SAVAGE"

doesn't find it hard to believe that you were just as sassy as a little child

you're just like him <3

kinda blushes imagining the two of you being childhood besties uwu

like he gives bullied in high school vibes for some reason idk

i can just imagine the two of you being the best of friends

you'd make him lil flower crowns while he ranted to you about his pokemon card collection

he's so SOFT for you omgggg

would quite literally die for you if he had to but im getting off topic

anyway, please never stop talking to him, it's his number one fear <3

giggles in the dorky way he does when you get super expressive

"...there was this day when i was eight and i didn't want to go to school anymore and i was bored in class so i decided right then and there that i would lose my tooth and get one of those crappy-looking 'tooth necklaces'..... not five minutes later, i ripped my front tooth out and was sent to the nurses with blood dripping down the hallway. i was so proud of myself but it turned out i had accidentally ripped out an ADULT tooth. my parents were pissed, but i was proud because i got to go home and eat ice cream for two weeks."

satan

THRIVES off the stories of you being a little shit as a kid lol (or the stories of you being a little shit now)

that being said, WHAT THE FUCK

he forgot how wild kids can be, much less YOU

i mean, you were sent to the demon world and all you did was shrug and roll with it??? who even are you????

you even felt a little bit of pity for your parents, bless their souls

he smirked at the part where you got out of school as you clasped your chest proudly

it was cute to watch you get excited about all your little adventures from when you were younger - it's hard to believe that was only a few decades ago (to him)

finds himself looking for the you now in your old self

he's easily able to identify some of your key traits: stubbornness, strength, optimism, kindness, wit...

you were always this way, he thought, and it was reassuring.

a little smile crept up his face, taking over the neutral expression that once adorned his soft and regal features

you were always something something special

"...and then the teacher was wearing this ugly ass skirt and so my sassy little six-year-old self was like 'did you dress in the dark or something? because your shirt doesn't match your skirt'... i feel kinda bad about it now but it was iconic back in the day."

asmodeus

gives you exaggerated reactions to each part of your story, but they're genuine

gASP

hand over mouth

laughs at the parts when you get super animated

insists your are doing her a favor by helping her with her fashion dilemma

honestly he probably has some similar stories to share himself

gushes about how the two of you are so alike that it is shocking

(i mean i guess sorta? jk u wish)

"we're so similar.. let's go to my bedroom and find out what is different"

all his other brothers simultaneously shout, "NO"

i headcanon that asmo has dimples that come out when he truly, REALLY smiles and he does it when you talk about your childhood

you get all excited and he can't help but just shout, "oH you're SO cUTE~~~~~!"

"....i backflipped into the christmas tree and the next thing i knew i was in one of those crusty ass hospital beds. so yeah, i don't recommend doing that."

beezlebub

got lost half-way through the story when he got up to get a snack

next thing he knew you were talking about backflipping???

still though, he found it really cute how you got all soft when talking about the way that your mother started crying once you woke up only for her to fall into a fit of rage the next moment

the moment actually brought tears to your eyes, reminding you of a part of yourself that did really miss home and the people that you left there

his eyes widened, taking in your shrinking form

as if his arms moved on his own, he moved to grasp you in a tight embrace

your sniffles ceased and you even let out a little giggle, "beel, you're squishing me"

he apologized, his purple eyes full of worry and remorse

you only shook your head, mumbling a quiet, "i'm fine"

he realized that even though devildom seemed like home to him now, he also knew what it felt like to have to get used to an entirely new place, especially going from being an angel to a deadly sin

so he cherished those moments in his heart, but he was hesitant to ask you more about your childhood, afraid that the memories, while happy, would also make you homesick

he cares for you so much, don't ever think otherwise <3

"...i skipped class so many times because i slept in - and like, usually i'd just show up late, but i had decided that i will never be that loser who ran to class. if i was gonna show up late, i'd show up looking good. so i'd curl my hair and put on makeup if i was late. i'd be more late, but i'd look like a bad bitch."

belphegor

your "idgaf" personality reflects his quite well

the amount of times he's tried to skip school because of sleeping were too far to count

yet lucifer always forced him to take part in the daily academics activities

honestly sort of jealous of you

still, he gets over it quickly, though, when he sees the cute little crescents that your eyes form

can't help but not be mad at you

and now he knows the perfect person to go to when he wants to escape the world and take a big nap

maybe miss a few classes on the side with you :)

you're his special napping buddy

a/n: this was sorta ass but just ignore it

[narhinafan]

What the post say:

Eye of the Jogan: The Most Controversial Thing in the Manga

We will explain Boruto's possession of the Jogan, and how??

Among the mistakes of some fans, most of them are Hinata's fans, they believe that the appearance of the Gogan is because of Hinata being the descendant of Hamura Otsutsuki and Naruto being the heir of Asura, and this is a mistake...

Naruto does not have the blood of Asura, who is half Otsutsuki, unlike Sasuke, who is the descendant of Indra, and whose blood runs in his veins...

Hinata, being from Hyuga and descending from the Otsutsuki dynasty, bequeathed to Boruto Byakugan like Himawari, but when Jougan appeared??

Byakugan, like Sharingan, has an evolution, which is Byakugan, then Tesengan, then Gougan, and to activate these phases requires conditions... Sharingan requires first a psychological shock, then taking the eye of your brother or anyone who has a Mankigyu to possess eternity and then chakra Senju or Hashirama cells to activate the Rinengan...

The Byakugan needs special chakra, as we know Hamura divided his clan into two types. The first part inherited the Byakugan, which are the Hyuga of the Earth, and the second part, the Moon clan, is the Toneri clan. Byakugan was removed from them and they inherited a special chakra...

When possessing Byakugan and this chakra together, a person has a Tessengan like Toneri, after taking Hanabi's eyes, awakens the Tesengan...

As for the Jogan, Tonri is the reason for activating it, as it appeared in the anime and novels of Boruto, and the most important evidence: Urashiki said to Toneri: "We know that you did something to the son of that humanity...."

In Chapter 10 Momoshiki said, "Now I understand you have someone's blood mixed with the Byakugan in you..." Byakugan = Hinata

Someone's blood = Unknown (not Naruto)

This blood is pure blood descended from Otsotsky

Toneri knows the arrogance and arrogance of the Otsotsky and their contempt for humans and their desire for power and the sacred tree, so in order to put an end to them, he used Boruto as a hope to save humanity from them through the power of Otsotsky himself...

Toneri is still frozen in the moon because of Urashiki, we are waiting for his appearance to discover more secrets...

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First, there are a lot of obvious and contradictory errors in this post and also, Momoshiki told Boruto that he had the blood of someone who owned Byakugan and not what was in the post.

First they are incorrect about Naruto not being descended from Asura, both the Senju and Uzumaki clans are descended from him just like the Uchiha are descended from Indra. The reincarnation of Asura and Indra's chakra can only happen between their descendants Naruto and Sasuke were the most recent descendants after Madara died hence why they became the reincarnation.

Second Naruto as Asura's reincarnation posses his chakra, as we know chakra is part genetic and gets passed down. So Boruto and Himawari's chakra would have been a mix of both Hamura's and Asura chakra. Now since Naruto inherited Asura's chakra his chakra would that of a half Otsutsuki add that Hinata is stated to have the purest Byakugan and Hamura chakra it is safe to say her chakra is closely similar.

So while the exact reason for the Jogan is unknown Naruto and Hinata's ancestry will surely play a part. Toneri honestly I doubt he had any part in Boruto having the Jogan I thing he is just aware that Boruto inherited it, he is on the moon and can't really interact with Boruto so he wouldn't be able to directly do anything to him physically nor to his chakra, if Toneri did have a hand in it, it would be him doing somthing to bring it out cause Boruto inherited both Naruto and Hinata's bloodlines and chakra. Plus pretty sure that Urashiki was on about the dream Toneri gave Boruto in the anime. however we know that Boruto has the Jogan before that dream which means it is very possible what Urashiki was on about wasn't Toneri doing anything to cause the Jogan to appear.

[pkmn-downtheline]

I’m curious, how do you guys determine the characters’ blood types? 🤔

In Japan, blood types are sort of similar to how we use astrology here in the west. Not exactly the same, but they have similarities. The different blood types have different personalities associated with them in the same way horoscopes do. Here's a really simplified description of each blood type I found online:

"A: Serious, meticulous, careful and sensitive perfectionists, but sometimes too anxious, pessimistic and stereotyped. They try to restrain desires and emotions and obey orders, rules and customs. They avoid extremity and don’t make a racket.

O: Emotional, vital and generous, but sometimes too stubborn, bossy and selfish. While they love friends and family, they are extremely wary of strangers.

B: Cheerful, innovative, flexible and liberal, but sometimes too careless, eccentric and suspicious. They never lose their own pace in life. They don’t care about criticism by others.

AB: Rational, kind and sociable, but sometimes too mysterious and unpredictable. They have coexistence of two different characters, stabled emotion and capricious feelings. They don’t want to become too intimate to a person."

Of course, there's also the genetic factor. I can't say I've thought about the parents' blood types, though. So I just throw a Hail Mary and pray the genetics work out between siblings, at least lol

[sunlightandsuffering]

You said something awhile back ab how Eren let Mika help him during his ruts and it was really cute. It was something ab how he literally just spent 4 days making her come lmaoo.

Eren having the rational mind out of the two of them even with his sex hazed mind is so funny.

He doesn't even understand how he got to this point with the Mikasa because a few months ago he had refused to even consider non werewolves as sexual partners. It's a fact that werewolves are more physically suited to each other, their bodies more compatible with one another than to outsiders. He had always rolled his eyes when someone waltzed into the bar with their haughty vampire date or when his buddies were busy flirting with some random nymph who somehow wandered in knowing full well it was a hopeless battle for them. He liked the convenience of good sex with other wolves. The ease of it all, not having to worry about hurting them, knowing they could take it (if only bc of genetic disposition) He's always liked having a woman who could handle him so the clear choice was to stay clear of non wolves.

If someone were to tell him he had invited a witch of all people to help with his rut a few months ago he would've laughed. He probably would've died if he was told that witch was Mikasa. It was supposed to be a one time thing to sate the horny little thing and show her she can't handle wolves but then she arched into him, clutching at his arms while her pretty breasts pressed against his own chest begging for more. He was hooked.

He's never had patience before but something about seeing his little witch crumble because of him is so overwhelmingly good. The satisfaction it brings him from just getting her off baffles him. She's even crazier than he thought bc she's already so strung out from his fingers alone when she asks for his knot. It nearly stunts him bc his dick is one thing but his knot is a whole different ball field.

i love finally answering all my asks now, 😭 sorry guys IM OBSESSED WITH THIS ASK THO I LOVE IT SO MUCH 😍😍 I wish the smut i wrote was half as hot as this 🥵🥵but yes he's obsessed, he likes to just eat her out too, like it GETS him, he loves seeing her gone for him, it's his new thing. omg i love the idea he did it to show her she couldn't 😂 and now he's like fuck okay, gues I'M the one thats ruined for other people 😂😂😂