#yoga coffee naps repeat

[yunnathearcher]

No masks. Waking up dancing. Vinyasas. Finishing disciplined, finishing strong. Feeling you thinking of me. Feeling you remembering me. When you come back around I will be ready. Moon flirting with the cusp of my 12th house. Let’s do this week. Shall we? We shall. The Moon & I.

Speaking with passion. Forthright, flowing true. Working diligently through the day. Conversations with you. Emphasizing gratitude. Knowing where I’m at is how I’m confident that I will get to where I’m meant to be. Crawling into bed after work, setting alarms and sleeping through them. No movement but my mind flows with ease. Me, the Moon.

Earlier mornings, still short on time. Somehow. Idk how. Hard to make it make sense. So instead I just work with it. iMessages. Processing thoughts, feeling emotions, finding words. Working, working, working. And stalling out some. Keeping at it. Refining. Doing my thing. Thinking of you. And others too. But always back to you. Mars & I.

Kismet. Synchronicity. Vibes & wavelengths. Handling things, firing off, in my element, forgiving transgressions. Zoom out, see the bigger picture. Zoom in, crawl low and view things from the ground. Phenomenal music. Helping me, inspiring me. Thriving energy. Upper body day. New astro books. Home cooked meals. I love you’s. Me, Mars.

Fast paced morning. Went to sleep realizing the trees are closer than they initially seemed. Life is beautiful. Also stressful. Handling practical things, being civilized, trusting the force, fully embracing my I AM. Body taking nicely to strength training. Didn’t realize how much I missed it. Think I will cocreate soon. Can feel it. Like a current of electricity running through me. Mercury & I.

Tossing & turning. After work naps. Music flooding my brainwaves. Electric. Words blocky, thick, hard to come by during the day. At night they run around my mind like a taxi driver, darting from pillar to post. So I move my body. So I take my mind on a ride. The shiesty covering my face makes the lady in charge nervous but it amuses the attendant. 9’s bringing me back to life. Again. Me, Mercury.

Howling, barking, growling in the sunlight. Sirens. Ambulance? Fire truck? Alarms? It doesn’t matter. Time to wake up. Sprawled out on the floor after yoga, shoulder blades taut, slightly painful. Skin soft, eyes dark. Staring at the blank canvas, not one blink of my eye. Jupiter & I.

Long year, a few vibes here and there. And then suddenly 4th quarter and there goes motion. Music to my ears. Literally, figuratively. Feeling more open, feeling free, feeling like me. RDL’s to goblet squats leaving me sore. In love with the feeling. Me, Jupiter.

Sweet coffee. A chilly breeze. A track I love on repeat. New month, new moon, new me. Who dis? Still me, just you know.. regenerated a bit. Evolved a lil bit. Sauced but not tossed. Just a lil bit. Only a lil bit. Cafeteria dreams, zooming through halls, dudes horse playing, dream Yunna snapping. I see and I like. Mind full of electricity. Vibe check, vibe check? The vibe is stellar. Venus & I.

Long silver hair. Out the corner of my eyes I see her gather it, tie it into a high ponytail. Later she is sitting in the middle of the room on a stool. There is a Bible in her hand. It looks like some of the verses have been underlined. Later she asks me what time is it as I slink down in the seat of the Civic. It feels like it's just us in the parking lot. I hold my phone up to the window. Me, Venus.

Freshly washed sheets still in the hamper. Laying naked on the mattress under the baby blue comforter. Waking up to thoughts, sunshine and desires. Also memories. Also hope. I began to wonder if I’m moving away from the idea that joy is found in large groups. I’ve begun to realize that I never felt like that was my truth. Deconditioning is that you? Back to the yoga mat. I love you. Saturn & I.

Always a great day when things go as planned. Especially on a Saturday. Focusing on form. Pouring energy into the crib. Sharpening and freeing my mind. All at the same damn time. Late night adventures. New places. Blurred faces. At the tail end of a book, deep into the wee hours of the night. Peach & blueberry smoke filling up my lungs. Exhale expectations. Inhale love. A vibe, that’s a fact. Me, Saturn. And on Sunday she took care of hers & rested.

[girlsloveamystery]

Wasn’t really going to talk about this but as I don’t know when the next time I’ll update will be, here goes:

I’m getting a bunch of testing done cause they think I have a blood disorder due to how low my red blood cells are. I’m not getting enough oxygen and I’m sleeping all the time that I’m not working.

My body is tired. I am tired. And we’re trying to figure out why. On top of being bummed with a lot of the way Riverdale is going right now, I just don’t have the energy to write.

I do yoga weekly and I meditate and I have my vices and my virtues, but I shouldn’t be this tired at my age. To put it in a nutshell: I can sleep 7-9 hours at night, drink 5-6 cups of coffee for an fleeting chance to not feel tired, and then take a 3-4 nap if I have some time off. Then repeat.

So, bear with me while I get my body figured out. (It used to be the opposite. I used to get 2-3 hours of sleep a night). Anyways, that’s all. Thanks if you took the time to read this. ❤️

[relenafanel]

Squats For Thots - Geralt/Jaskier | PG-13.

This is mostly one long dick joke I wrote as an excuse to use “Squats for Thots” as a title. It’s also mostly foolish men with crushes objectifying each other’s asses. #whoops. 

“The Countess likes her men a little more thicc, you know?” Jaskier said, burning through the starting set Geralt had given him surprisingly well. Well enough that he continued talking, though Geralt wasn’t sure the man ever stopped. “Likes something to hold on to.”

Most of the men Geralt saw at the private club thought targeted exercises were a quick way to improve what they considered to be small problem areas, like there was a cheat sheet to looking like a Hemsworth that wasn’t partially genes. Most of them thought they were a personal trainer away from movie-star abs, and Geralt wasn’t there to disabuse them of the notion.

“I figured,” Jaskier continued, breathing through his final 20, “if I found the trainer with the best ass in the place they’d be the person to show me how to turn this slab into fab.”

“Do you ride?” Geralt asked, making a note to make Thursday’s session more intense.

 “Yeah,” Jaskier said, finally sounding out of breath. He batted his eyelashes and Geralt also made a note to recommend the man invest in a sweatband if it was going to make him blink like that, especially since Jaskier didn’t seem to be perspiring hard yet.

 “How many times a week and for how long?” 

 Jaskier opened his mouth. Closed it. Looked flustered and then flummoxed, though Geralt pretended he didn’t notice since he couldn’t figure out why. Then Jaskier laughed. “Ohh, you mean a horse,” he said. “Not often, not since adolescence, though I can still manage a decent seat when needed. Why? Should it be part of my training? I can’t say I’ve noticed all equestrians have a juicy booty but I don’t know if I’ve been looking for the trend.”

 “Hm,” Geralt answered, aware it wasn’t an answer at all. “My job today is determining your limits.”

 “Yeah,” Jaskier agreed, probably because they’d already been over this before starting. There was also that flirtatious lilt to it that Geralt was realizing he should have been able to identify from the start. 

 Fuck.

 Jaskier was one of those people who stopped by the club a few times a month and spent more time off to the side drinking smoothies and watching the people around him than he did exercising. It was a surprise he was able to keep up with the exercises Geralt had designed to easily break him. “Your lower body is better developed than I assumed.”

 “Thank you for the compliment, even though I think what you really mean is you assumed my fitness level is the same as a 3 year coma patient and tested me accordingly. I don’t think I’m even insulted by that. Though we could have saved some wasted time if you’d ever seen me naked.”

 Geralt leveled him with an unimpressed expression designed to ask ‘why would I want to do that?’

 Jaskier flushed but didn’t look particularly embarrassed or emasculated, which was maybe the first thing he’d done in his favour. “I don’t know,” he said with a shrug, “why does anyone?”

 ****

 “I hear you’ve taken on the Viscount de Lettenhove as a client,” Lambert said, looking far too relaxed against the bar. 

 Geralt shrugged. He had six new clients since the last time he’d spoken with Lambert and the name didn’t sound familiar.

 “Lord Julian?” Lambert continued. “Has a reputation for being very generous in bed, both generally and -“ he made a vague gesture to his dick. “A good third of the people at the club have either already had sex with him, want to have sex with him, or a combination of both. During your session last week, Rodgie said Lettenhove fucked him so well he thought he was gay for another three months, like he’d gone temporarily blind to the charms of women it was so good.”

 Geralt scowled. 

 “I’m just repeating what he said. Don’t pretend you’re beyond gossiping about this.”

 “I can’t place the name,” he admitted instead of answering that. Beyond gossip? Apparently not. Seeking it out? No. Especially about someone referred to as Lord Julian.

 “Really? Tall-ish. Handsome-ish. Good with his hands. Treadmill squad can’t seem to take their eyes off him. Was in on Thursday.”

 New client. Thursday. “Jaskier?”

 “Yes,” Lambert agreed with a snap of his fingers. “That’s the name he uses. Rich people, eh?”

 Jaskier?

 Lambert shook his head. “I can’t tell if you just don’t notice people or if you genuinely aren’t into dick, sometimes.”

 ****

 Geralt was into dick.

 Sometimes.

 ****

 He noticed. 

 Not anything different about Jaskier. The man still talked his way through whatever exercises Geralt threw at him, far too flirtatious for comfort, and never really seemed to notice that he was being openly appraised by almost every single person on exercise machines. 

 But Geralt did. 

 ****

 It wasn’t that Geralt noticed Jaskier, it was just that Jaskier was standing at the smoothie bar on a day they weren’t scheduled to work together and he noticed the incongruity of seeing Jaskier on a Friday morning.

 Wearing shorts.

 It wasn’t really the shorts that kept his attention, it was the same thing about Jaskier that he’d noticed from the first moment they’d started working together - Jaskier’s damn legs and those calves that told of a less sedentary lifestyle than Jaskier pretended.  Geralt didn’t understand why someone would stop by the gym in a health club only to lounge around doing nothing if they obviously spent a lot of time working out their legs (at least).

 It took him a bit longer than it should have to realize he was gawking just as badly as Jaskier’s damn treadmill fanclub. He turned his back and pretended he was very interested in something else. Anything else.

 “Hey,” Jaskier said, handing Geralt the second smoothie in his hands. Geralt was sure the person overdoing it on the rowing machine wilted in jealousy. “Are you in a session?”

 “Technically,” Geralt said and took a sip of the smoothie. It tasted like summer. 

 Jaskier grinned at him. “No show?”

 “Sauna.”

 “That’s an option?” Jaskier asked, but looked more amused than anything. “And here I’ve been exercising like a chump”

 “It’s an option.”

 “Of course, I wouldn’t leave you out here fully clothed. Seems like a waste.” He grinned at Geralt, sly in a way that included Geralt in the joke.  “Maybe you could advise me on the best ways to steam it up.”

 “It’s an option,” Geralt repeated.

 “I…” Jaskier started to say and then closed his mouth.  “Really?”

 “But if you do, you won’t make any progress.”

 “In my butt or with you?” he blurted out.  “And yes, I can hear that sentence is one finished thought away from a dirty joke but I’m going to be the bigger man here.”

 Geralt seriously doubted that.

 “Oh my god. Are you one finished thought from making that into a dick joke?” Jaskier looked delighted.  “Yass, Geralt.”

 The sauna door opened, and Geralt prepared himself to finish the last five minutes of the hour, which consisted of making sure his client was hydrated before sending him on his way, rather than continuing this conversation with Jaskier.  

 “Wait,” Jaskier said, with a hand on Geralt’s arm. “Is there something I can make progress on?”

 Geralt shrugged.  There wasn’t NOT something, which he knew wasn’t an answer either. 

 “Ok, so, that’s not a no. I acknowledge it’s not a yes, but it’s also not a no, and you’re not someone who has trouble with the word no. So.” Jaskier waved his hand, spraying smoothie from the top of his straw.  “That’s cool.”

 That’s cool, Geralt repeated in his head as he walked away. He probably should have said no just to save himself the pain of hearing that’s cool.

 ****

 “There’s a rumour you’re about to get laid,” Lambert said on their bi-weekly meet up for beer. 

 “That’s cool,” Geralt said with a shrug.

 Which, honestly, was worth it just for the look on Lambert’s face.

 ****

 “Ok,” Jaskier said on Monday, which also wasn’t one of their scheduled meetings. He showed up like some kind of annoyance mirage wearing a brightly coloured shirt and shoes meant for lounging. Geralt was in the middle of helping the Earl of Something’s second son work off his weekend bender. The man had run off to puke twice already and Jaskier’s shirt wasn’t helping any. Neither was the way Jaskier snapped his fingers in front of his clammy face. “Off you go, you’re looking a little peaked.”

 “Thank you!”

 Jaskier rolled a yoga ball over with his foot and perched on it, crossing his legs. It occurred to Geralt that Jaskier was like a male peacock posturing, with his vibrant clothes and stupid pose. It also occurred to Geralt that he shouldn’t be into it.  “We should go out for coffee and stuff.”

 “Fine.”

 “What?” Jaskier said, losing his balance and almost falling on the floor.

 “Coffee and stuff. Fine. Let’s go out.”

 “I…” Jaskier opened his mouth. Closed it.  “Expected more of an argument and to maybe leave disappointed.”

 Geralt shrugged.  “Why?”

 “I don’t know!” Jaskier threw up his hands and then stood.  His movements had an ease to them that they wouldn’t if he didn’t fucking exercise somewhere. Geralt was going to figure it out because he was pretty sure if he asked anyone they’d say it was from sex and life didn’t work that way. “Because you asked me if I ride and meant a horse!”

 “You stop by the smoothie bar, grab a lounge chair for a few hours, and take a nap whenever you come in.  Something needed to account for your legs.”

 Jaskier started laughing.

 “Don’t say it,” Geralt told him with annoyance.

 “You noticed,” Jaskier stressed. 

 ****

 “I hate that I know why you look so relaxed,” Lambert grumbled.

[gwendolynnderolo]

Funniest RWRB lines part 5:

Alex: ‘Are you implying that you’re James I and I’m some hot, dumb jock? I’m more than fantastic bone structure and an ass you can bounce a quarter on, Henry!!!!’

Nora: ‘i’m going for, like, depressed lesbian poet who met a hot yoga instructor at a speakeasy who got her super into meditation and pottery, and now she’s starting her new life as a high-powered businesswoman selling her own line of hand-thrown fruit bowls’ Henry: ‘Bitch, you took me there.’

Alex: “Just so we’re clear, I’m about to have sex with you in this storage closet to spite your family. Like, that’s what’s happening?” Henry: “Right.” Alex: “Awesome, fuckin’ love doing things out of spite.”

Zahra: “This has been going on for seven months? That’s why you-oh my god, I thought you were getting into international relations or something.” Alex: “I mean, technically-“ Zahra: “If you finish that sentence, I’m gonna spend tonight in jail.”

Henry: ‘The phrase “see attached bibliography” is the single sexiest thing you have ever written to me.’

Henry: “Sorry, I was looking for someone else. Handsome, petulant, short, not pleasant until after ten a.m.? Have you seen him?” Alex: “Fuck off, five-nine is average.”

Alex: “Really nice. Fuckin’ ghost me for a week, make me stand in the rain like a brown John Cusack, and now you won’t even talk to me. I’m really just having a great time here. I can see why y’all had to marry your fucking cousins.”

Alex: “Stop, are you kidding me? Prince Consort Road? Oh my God, take a picture of me with the sign.”

Alex: “I’m taking a picture of a national gay landmark. And also a statue.”

Alex: “Oh, yeah. The top list of reasons to love you goes brain, then dick, then imminent status as a revolutionary gay icon.”

Henry: ‘I should have just packed a bag like I said. I could be in your bed, languishing away until I perish, fat and sexually conquered, snuffed out in the spring of my youth. Here lies Prince Henry of Wales. He died as he lived: avoiding plans and sucking cock.’

Zahra: “Shaan. Listen up, you fuck. We are in the air right now. FSOTUS is with me. ETA six hours. You will have a car waiting. We will meet the queen and whoever the fuck else we have to meet to hash this shit out, or so help me God I will personally make your balls into fucking earrings. I will scorched-earth your entire motherfucking life.”

Zahra: “Look, I’m only going to say this once, and if you ever repeat it, I’ll have you kneecapped. I’m rooting for you, okay?” Alex: “Wait. Zahra. Oh my God. I just realized. You’re...my friend.” Zahra: “No, I’m not.” Alex: “Zahra, you’re my mean friend.” Zahra: “Am not. Don’t speak to me for the next six hours. I deserve a fucking nap.”

Zahra: “Now shut up and let me get some sleep before we have to deal with the rest of this. I’m running on nothing but black coffee, a Wetzel’s Pretzel, and a fistful of B12. Do not even breathe in my direction.”

Shaan: “It’s fine. This is why we set rules about the personal-slash-professional lines at the outset of the relationship. It works for us.” Zahra: “If you want a fight, you should have seen it when I found out he had known about you two all along. Why do you think I got a rock this big?” Shaan: “It usually works for us.” Zahra: “Yep. Plus, we banged it out last night.”

Bea: “*after dumping a pot of tea in Philip’s lap* Oh, I’m terribly sorry, Pip! So dreadfully clumsy. You know, I think all that cocaine I did must have really done a job on my reflexes!”

Nora: “Sorry. I drank like nine Red Bulls to get through all of those and ate a weed gummy to level back out, so I’m flying at fasten-seat-belts right now.”

Alex: “Why do you even have a staff? Nobody has ever tried to stop me from walking straight in here.” Luna: “If you think I don’t tell every hire on their first day that you have a free pass, you do not have an accurate sense of yourself.”

Alex: “But also, I hope you know that if you ever call me ‘kid’ again after all this, I am literally going to kick your ass.” Luna: “Listen, you’ve had your first big sex scandal. No more sitting at the kids’ table.”

[ukulelecal]

Making a Yogi (Dad!Ashton)

In which Kennedy finds that she loves yoga like her dad does.

Warnings: pregnancy

Pairing: Dad!Ashton Irwin x Reader

A/N: just another short lil dad!sos fic bc i have issues. we are not surprised. but like i’ve had this idea for a while and i started writing it a hot minute ago but i got stuck somehow and just got inspired to finish it lmao

dad!sos universe

❀❀❀

You and Aston both understood the importance of having some alone time. Valued it. As much as you loved each other, you knew you couldn’t and shouldn’t spend every waking moment together. So, you always made sure to give each other space.

When you had your first child, alone time was far and few in between. 

Newborn babies were a handful, as you expected, and you and Ashton found yourselves together with your daughter, Kennedy, a lot more than you found yourselves alone. Not that you minded. She was the best thing that had ever happened to the two of you, and you loved her more than anything.

Now that you were pregnant with twins, soon enough, you would be lucky to get a single second alone once they came along.

One afternoon, you were exhausted and in desperate need of a nap, so Ashton graciously offered to keep an eye on Kennedy so you could sleep. With the little girl - nearly two years old - in his arms, he made sure you were comfortable in bed before turning off the light and leaving you to rest.

“I think it’s nap time for you too, sweetheart,” he mumbled as he carried Kenny back downstairs, noticing the way her eyes were drooping and she buried her face in his neck. He decided she could nap in the living room; there was less of a chance that you would hear her if she woke up crying. 

He gently laid her down on the sectional sofa and covered her up with a blanket. Fighting sleep for just another moment, her chubby finger jutted out past him.

“Dada,” she whined, and he followed the direction of her finger. Laying on the living room floor was the Pluto the dog stuffed animal that she loved so much. She never got a good sleep without him in her arms.

“You want Pluto, sweetheart?” He cooed, and she nodded tiredly. He quickly reached over across the floor to grab the yellow dog for her and placed him in her arms. She happily cuddled into him, eyes fully closed. Ashton pressed a loving kiss to her forehead. “Have a good nap, Kenny.”

Once he was sure she was asleep, he glanced around the living room for something to do. It had to be quiet, obviously. He had a sleeping wife upstairs and a sleeping daughter right next to him. He didn’t want to go far either, in case Kenny woke up. 

Ashton sat on the other end of the couch for a bit, scrolling through his phone and responding to a couple texts from the guys. It didn’t take long for him to get bored of sitting around, and he looked around again in search of something to entertain himself. He wasn’t used to doing nothing; he was always active, and with a daughter, a pregnant wife and the job of a musician, he was usually pretty occupied.

He spotted his yoga mat rolled up in the corner of the room, and decided that was a good plan. It was quiet and if he moved the coffee table a bit, there would be plenty of room. Kenny usually didn’t take very long naps, so he figured he could get a decent flow in before she woke up.

He ever so carefully moved the table and laid out his mat on the floor, wasting no time in getting into his flow. He took poses that felt good and made sure to get in some good stretches. He kept an eye on Kenny as well, making sure she didn’t roll too close to the edge of the couch.

As he got into downward dog, he heard a small whine and some shuffling coming from the couch. He peaked up and found Kenny sitting up. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and clutched Pluto tighter to her chest. Ashton couldn’t help but grin at her rosy cheeks and messy curls. 

“Hi sweetheart,” he cooed, staying in downward dog. “Did you have a good nap?”

She smiled and held up Pluto for him to see. Ashton chuckled fondly as he slowly lowered his knees to the ground and sat up right.

“Yeah, you and Pluto took a nap together.”

He pushed himself up to stand and walked over to the couch, lifting up the sleepy girl into his arms. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and smoothed the hair on her head.

“You hungry, sweetheart? Want to go have a snack?” He offered, mostly because he was feeling a bit hungry himself. She shook her head and pointed down to the yoga mat that was still on the floor. 

“That’s Daddy’s yoga mat,” he explained, wondering why she was suddenly taking an interest in it. “Can you say yoga, Kenny?”

“Oga,” she tried. Matching smiles spread across the two Irwin’s faces as Ashton nodded.

“That’s right, sweetheart!” He cheered. “You want to do yoga with Daddy?”

“Oga!” She repeated as she nodded enthusiastically. Ashton carefully set her on her feet and lowered himself to the mat as well. The fact that Kenny wanted to try yoga and be like her dad made his heart swell. He knew she wouldn’t be able to do many poses, considering she wasn’t even two years old yet, but it would still be fun for her to try.

“Watch Daddy, okay?” Ashton mumbled. Kenny dropped Pluto to the floor as she watched Ashton go back into downward dog. “This is called downward dog.”

“Dog,” she affirmed, causing Ashton to chuckle. She examined his pose for another moment before dropping her hands to the floor, doing her best to imitate Ashton. He watched her with a loving smile that only grew when she went into the pose - a baby’s version of the pose, that is. 

“You got it, sweetheart! Look at you, you’re doing yoga!” He cheered as they giggled together, their laughs nearly identical. You always swooned about how she got her laugh from Ashton, as well as her smile and curly hair. 

“More, Dada!” She exclaimed. She was always trying to copy Ashton, and this was just another thing that she would get to do with him. 

Ashton showed Kenny a few more simple poses and she did her best to imitate them as well as repeat the names. Even if she wasn’t fully doing everything correctly, she seemed to be having fun, which was all Ashton cared about. 

Upstairs, kicks from the twins woke you up from your nap. It was far too short, in your opinion, but you knew you weren’t going to be able to get back to sleep.

“You babies are hungry, huh?” You grumbled as you slowly sat up in bed, stretching your arms above your head. “I hear ya.”

You gently rubbed your protruding stomach as you waddled down the stairs. You were about to turn into the kitchen when you heard the familiar sound of your husband and daughter’s giggles coming from the living room. A smile spread across your face as you made your way there instead to find the two of them on Ashton’s yoga mat. They were both laying on their backs in happy baby pose, holding their feet up. 

Your smile only grew as you slipped your phone from the pocket of your sweats, capturing a quick picture of the precious moment. You loved watching the two of them together. Ashton was an amazing father with so much love for his daughter, and Kenny clearly admired him. They were so similar in many ways, and it melted your heart. You held so much love in your heart for both of them, and you couldn’t imagine your life without them.

You posted the photo to your Instagram story, with the playful caption, “Not even two yet and he’s already turning her into a yogi!”

Ashton noticed you as you stepped further into the room after posting the photo. The smile on his face grew a bit. He lowered his legs and rolled up to sit.

“Hey, honey,” he mumbled softly. He turned to Kenny as she moved to sit up as well. “Look who’s here, sweetheart!” 

Kenny’s eyes landed on you and her face lit up. She reached her arms up to you immediately, wanting to be held.

“Mama!” She cooed as you bent down to pick her up. “I do oga with Daddy!”

“I saw, baby! Did you have fun?” You replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She nodded in response, and Ashton came over to the two of you. He kissed you softly while his hand found the small of your back.

“We didn’t wake you, did we?” He asked sincerely and you shook your head. Ashton was an incredible husband. He took wonderful care of you, especially when you were pregnant. He wanted you to be as comfortable and happy as possible.

“No, the twins are kicking. I think they’re hungry. You guys want to have a snack with me?” You offered, looking between the two. Ashton got distracted by doing yoga with Kenny and forgot about his intention to eat.

“Sounds good to me.”

[pineapplesonparade]

The office is trauma

I don’t think it’s possible for neurodiverse people to explain to NT who like or don’t mind the office just how traumatizing the whole experience can be. 

It starts in the morning. You better pack your lunch - the right things, all the food you are going to need for the day, including condiments and snacks - and take your medicine, and water the plants, and feed the cat. If you forget any of these things, you won’t be able to do them again for 9+ hours. Don’t forget putting on uncomfortable clothes that you will be excessively self conscious of all day. Don’t forget tampons or you will have to leave in the middle of the day to find a CVS by the office.

You should have gotten gas yesterday because now you are late. The radio shouts dealership sales at you and the overstimulation is in full gear by traffic jam time. 

It can’t just be a normal building you walk in with a door. You have to find your key card - you probably lost it - and operate the gate, navigate the parking garage, worry if you should hold the door open for that stranger, and then take the elevator 5 floors up because someone thought a downtown high rise building was swanky. 

If you aren’t in a cubicle, you are in an office with fluorescent lighting and no windows on one side. You just want to sneak quietly into the kitchen to grab a coffee and put away your lunch - omg the shared fridge is so crowded with so many smells - but awkward nods and small talk await you. 

Finally alone in your over-lighted, under-heated office, you get to be together alone all day. Together alone means a dozen snippets of conversations unceasingly wafting by. It means tensing up every time someone walks by, are they about to interrupt you? are you looking at a screen that’s not work? or god forbid getting too cozy in an unprofessional posture or accidentally stimming? Together alone means every time you need to pee you have to pass 5 faces that are supposed to be friendly but mean nothing to you. Are you supposed to smile or just ignore them? It means Pete next door is loudly on the phone all day and that’s not his fault because it’s his job, but it.wont.stop. Together alone means you talk to people, but only about spreadsheets and sponsors. 

Then unwind it all and repeat in reverse order for your way home and it’s no wonder you are depleted, my aspie dears. So yeah, when I want to work from home, in my yoga pants, where I can work for an hour and then take a 5 minute break to water the plants, where my kitty can nap next to me while I work, where I can make myself a decent lunch or take a break to walk around the block in the sunlight, where I can protect my time and my space, I’m not lazy, I just want to protect my overstimulated brain. 

[cinderllas-archived]

i was tagged by @romanoft​ thank you so much, love!! ♡

on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now? like a 5, maybe

describe yourself in a hashtag? #snksnksnks

if you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be? chris evans 100%

if your life was a musical, what would the marquee say? tonight: disappointment live!

what’s one thing people don’t know about you? that i lowkey think i’m bipolar

what’s your wake up ritual? get up, pee, wash my face + brush teeth then check phone

what’s your go to bed ritual? the exact same thing as my wake up routine lmao

what’s your favorite time of day? like after dinner, around 6-7 pm

your go to for having a good laugh? old vine compilations 

dream country to visit? the uk! all my family on my mum’s side is in england 

what’s the biggest surprise you’ve ever had? i honestly can’t think of anything 

heels or flats/sneakers? sneakers over all, but i do love heels

vintage or new? overall, vintage.. but also depends what it’s for

who do you want to write your obituary? my sister

style icon? blair waldorf or rachel green (yes, fictional characters)

what are three things you cannot live without? family, food, phone

what’s one ingredient you put in everything? pepper

what 3 people living or dead would you want to make dinner for? george mackay, robert downey jr., jennifer aniston 

what’s your biggest fear in life? losing my loved ones

window or aisle seat? window

what’s your current tv obsession? big little lies

favorite app? probs insta tbh, also a game app called charades!

secret talent? i can cross only one eye while the other eye looks straight

most adventurous thing you’ve ever done in your life? road trip to north carolina in the middle of winter and got stuck on an uphill turnpike at 3 am lmao

how would you define yourself in three words? anxious, stressed, content 

favorite piece of clothing you own? beige knit oversized turtleneck sweater

a must have clothing item that everyone should have? black booties

a superpower you would want? invisibility and/or to speak to animals

what’s inspiring you in life right now? honestly not a whole lot lmfaoo

best piece of advice you’ve received? this too shall pass

best advice you’d give your teenage self? don’t get caught up in popularity it literally means nothing

a book everyone should read? the outsiders

what would you like to be remembered for? for being a great person

how do you define beauty? just by being yourself, doing things for you and no one else

what do you love most about your body? my lips they’re quite pouty 

best way to take a rest/decompress? face masks, hair washes, naps, read

favorite place to view art? galleries/museums

if your life was a song, what would the title be? i’m still standing

if you could master one instrument, what would it be? piano or violin

if you had a tattoo, where would it be? i already have 5, but the next one i want under my boob

dolphins or koalas? dolphin

what’s your spirit animal? i took a quiz and got deer.. so deer lmao

best gift you’ve ever received? first pair of ray ban sunglasses from my sister

best gift you’ve given? record player to my mum this past christmas

what’s your favorite board game? clue

what’s your favorite color? pale pink + pale purple, but also nudes

least favorite color? like neon yellow lmao (well any bright, neon colours tbh)

diamond or pearls? diamond

drugstore makeup or designer? lately drugstore but a few years ago i’d say designer

pilates or yoga? yoga

coffee or tea? both, but lately more so coffee

what’s the weirdest word in the english language? kerfuffle lmao

dark chocolate or milk chocolate? milk chocolate 

stairs or elevators? stairs lmao

summer or winter? winter

you are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat? poutine

a dessert you don’t like? mm anything with coconut 

a skill you’re working on mastering? patience 

best thing to happen to you today? dad gave me the $20 he owes me lmaaao

worst thing to happen to you today? i lost in cards :(

best compliment you’ve ever received? someone called me ethereal once 

favorite smell? warm vanilla

hugs or kisses? mmm both, but i like to be embraced so hugs >>

if you made a documentary, would it be about? history, probably about world war 2

last piece of content you consumed that made you cry? watched the fault in our stars the other night lmao

lipstick or lipgloss? lipstick

sweet or savory? savory

girl crush? jennifer aniston

how do you know your in love? i wouldn’t know

a song you can listen to on repeat? piano man by billy joel, the scientist by coldplay

if you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be? meryl streep

what are you most excited for/about this time in your life? honestly nothing right now.. i get excited thinking about my europe trip in a few years though!

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[wisdomrays]

TAFAKKUR: Part 87

Biorhythms and Time Management: Part 2

Biorhythms

Each person experiences mental lows several times throughout the day. Most people attribute these to the food they have eaten, not enough sleep, or other external factors. While some of these factors may be real, Rossi informs us that there is a more fundamental factor: ultradian rhythm. Scientists have observed a number of interrelated biological rhythms of the body and the brain since the 1950s. These rhythms are named according to how much time they take to complete a cycle. Circadian rhythms occur once every day, ultradian rhythms occur several times a day, and infradian rhythms take more than a day to cycle. Originally it was thought that our circadian rhythm was simply a daily alteration between being awake and asleep. The second stage of our developing understanding began when researchers discovered, in the mid-1950s, that sleep was divided into 90-120 minute ultradian alterations of dreaming and deep sleep. While such external factors as daylight and seasons do affect us, the periods of our bodily rhythms are regulated primarily by the hormones our body secretes. When planning activities for different periods of the day, it helps to know which periods are conducive to what kinds of activity. For instance,early morning is the time of energy hormones and mental clarity.

Therefore, it is more effective to schedule our early morning hours for mentally taxing, difficult problems. Afternoons, however, are ideal for socializing, relationship building, and long-term memory building. There is a second peak of bodily energy around 5:00 pm, and a mental peak around 7:00 pm. Ultradian rhythms were observed first in military research laboratories, where the objective was to determine the effects of time on human performance. A common pattern among the ultradian rhythms was their occurrence within a period of 90-120 minutes. They consisted of a peak of heightened alertness and performance, followed by a trough /deep of fatigue and a need for a break from the current activity. Mental activities modulated by ultradian rhythms include right-left brain dominance, attention, concentration, learning, memory, sensations, dreaming, fantasy, imagination, and creativity. Although ultradian performance rhythms follow a 90-120-minute activity cycle followed by a 20-minute rejuvenation, they shift easily to help us adapt to changing demands and circumstances. Thus we can skip a rejuvenation period and keep performing if necessary.

However, repeated neglect of the need for rejuvenation and chronic overactivity lead to stress by distorting our normal ultradian/circadian rhythms of activity and rest. The 20-munite break ameliorates stress-related symptoms by enabling our natural mind-body rhythms to normalize themselves. In other words, the 20-minute trough of our rest-activity cycle is a natural period for physical and psychological rejuvenation and healing from the wear and tear of everyday life. This is why Rossi calls it the ultradian healing response (UHR). The UHR also may be the hidden common factor in most holistic approaches to mind-body healing such as relaxation response, meditation, imagery, biofeedback, hypnosis, spiritual rituals as in Sufism and Yoga, laying on of hands as in holistic healing approaches, and the daily prayers in Islam. All such approaches require that the subject take a break for about 20 minutes to maximize his or her healing. The important elements of the ultradian healing response are:

1. Cutting off or minimizing input to the brain. This can be achieved by closing the eyes or looking steadily at fixed places.

2. Changing the activitys nature or simply taking a rest.

3. Allowing our consciousness to diverge and not trying to concentrate on the things we were thinking on before the break.

Other steps, such as washing parts of the body (e.g., ablutions made by Muslims before praying), moving parts of the body, stretching, or lying on a comfortable couch may help increase the UHRs healing effects. The afternoon nap can be considered a special case of UHR. Almost everyone experiences an after-lunch dip in performance. For many cultures, early afternoon signals siesta time. An afternoon nap may help reinforce the bodys self-healing mechanisms and make the rest of the afternoon as productive as the morning, writes Mednick et al.

In Muslim culture, asserts Nursi, a short afternoon nap was a tradition reinforced by Prophet Muhammad. Manycreative people nap during this time and often awaken refreshed and full of new ideas. Winston Churchill, prime minister of England during WWII, probably said it best: You must sleep sometime between lunch and dinner, and no half-way measures... When we use coffee and other stimulants to eliminate signals from our body, we may achieve a temporary mental alertness. But we also loose the opportunity to replenish our mental faculties depleted resources. The need for a break does not go away; instead, it either returns more strongly in the next period or we experience stress during the rest of the day.

Conclusion

Self-management lies at the heart of successful time management. When we conduct ourselves well with respect to time, we make the best use of our time. However, in the face of such adversities as lack of energy, interruptions, tendencies to diverge, and unimportant but appealing activities, it sometimes becomes difficult to control ourselves and focus on the right activity. A good understanding of how our body works makes this task easier. When we work in synchrony with our hormonal biorhythms and maximize our inherent potential, we optimize our achievements within the 24-hours allotted to us each day.

[nitaescence]

태숙 | (our home birth)

pairing : Husband&Vlogger!Taehyung x Wife&Vlogger!Reader ft. Taehyung’s parents, Minjun and Minhyuk genre : Vlogger!au, fluff word count : 2.6k this is derived from this Taehyung scenario

Twins bedroom

“Good morning,” Taehyung’s deep voice is heard while the camera zooms in on the twins’ faces as they both wake up. “Wake up.”

Minjun lifts his arms in the air and Taehyung indulges him. He sits on his bed and hugs him tight. He kisses him everywhere on his cheek making him giggle.

“Minhyuk,” he suddenly calls out. “I know you’re awake.”

He turns the camera around and zooms the other bed where your other son pretends to be asleep. He tries to open one eye when he doesn’t hear any sound and Taehyung’s sudden cry surprises him and they all laugh out loud.

[transition]

Kitchen

(music) Taehyung puts the camera down on the counter while getting the twins’ breakfast ready. He makes them sit and feeds them. He then washes the dishes.

[cut]

Living-room

He sets a yoga mat to begin his morning workout. It doesn’t take long for the twins to start bothering him and Taehyung quickly gives up.

[transition]

The day unfolds uneventfully save Taehyung who comes home later than usual because of work.

You appear waddling inside the kitchen with a hand on your belly.

“I’m sorry I’m late…” he begins in a small voice as you join him but you only have eyes for the bag in his hand from which the delicious smell emanates from. “Did the kids eat?”

“Yeah, they’re napping right now.” You take it from him and puts it on the counter to see the content.

His hand go to rub your bump as he leans forward to reach your face,“I bought this to make it up to you… Kiss?”

You shake your head and pull on of the stool chair to start eating, leaving an upset and pouty Taehyung.

[transition]    

Taehyung shows up carrying the body lotion you asked him to grab, followed by the twins waddling with their sippy bottle in their mouths.

“Wait, let me put this here,” he settles the camera nearby. The boys choose to lie down to drink their juice.

You stretch your arm towards him, “Give it to me. I’ll film you.”

“As you wish.”

Your leg jerks a little when he begins touching your foot with his hand smeared with the pale lilac liquid which makes him chuckle.

“Is it cold?”

“All gone daddy,” suddenly say Minhyuk holding his bottle out to Taehyung so he will take it.

Taehyung smiles at him and kisses the top of his head without stopping his massage, “good baby, put it on the table.” Your son doesn’t hear the first time and looks up at him. “Go put it there. I can’t take it right now.” Taehyung repeats pointing at the coffee table with his chin.

He totters towards you and holds his bottle to you.

“Thank you sweetie,” you chuckle when you notice the serious look Taehyung gives your son after he has ignored his words. Minhyuk notices it and looks away bashfully while clapping his hands together.

He tries to climb up on the couch to occupy the free space next to you. You slowly part your leg right on the edge to prevent him from slipping over it as he slowly crawls towards his father.

Taehyung looks at him looking at his hands with a small grin. Minhyuk tentatively rubs the tip of his finger on your coated foot, then his whole small palm in quick motions.

“You wan’ help me?” offers Taehyung. “Here, give me your hand.” He squirts some lotion in his hand, “don’t eat it. Do the other foot.”

Your son frowns at the foreign texture before slowly pressing his hand on your ankle and messily rubbing it everywhere. Minjun comes next and feels like climbing behind Taehyung to start hitting him on his back.

He whines, “why have I done to you?”

“It’s his way of massaging you,” you chuckle.

Your son peeks at him over his shoulder and lets himself fall down on the couch to resume watching cartoons on TV.

Minhyuk shifts to lie between your legs and rests his against his father’s stomach.

“What do you want?”

“What is he doing?” you ask as you raise the camera over your bump to film them.

“What’s wrong?” Repeats Taehyung. You feel Minhyuk putting his small foot on top of yours. He laughs,“you want me to massage yours too?” He wraps his hand around him and your son immediately squeals in delight. “Does it tickle?”

[transition/black screen] Later that night [transition]

Bedroom

[cut]

“This hurts so bad...” You groan in your arms, moving side to side in the inflatable tub Taehyung filled for you.

“Should I call the nurse?” Taehyung asks with a frown. You grunt in disagreement. “Okay.”

He keeps watching you in silence, thinking of any way that help you bear the pain and induce labor, “maybe you want me to pull you up?”

You try your best not to moan out your uneasiness too loudly not to make Taehyung any more worried but whining lowly helps a little.

“I can feel him pressing against me down there…”

[cut]

Taehyung leaves you to greet his parents who have just arrived to your house. His mother enters the bedroom quietly. She kneels down and gently hugs you. Given as pain remains unbearable, you aren’t surprised and it is difficult to pretend you are doing okay. She decides to stay quiet in compassion.

“I feel hot,” you frown as you lift your head from your arms.

“Do you want me to tie your hair up?”

You nod faintly and slowly shift to sit back. “I’ve a hair hand lying around in the bathroom,” you breathe laboriously.

Your mother-in-law gets up and walks in the adjoining room. She sits behind you and begins gathering your hair in her hands.

“Where are the boys?” You ask Taehyung when he opens the door.

He puts a plastic bag on the ground, “they’re eating with my dad. Do you want a Popsicle now?”

You lean up a bit and shakes your head, “I want to change my clothes.” The black shirt you are wearing is almost entirely soak with water and feels uncomfortable against your skin.

[cut]

His mother takes the camera with her as she exits the room and leaves you two alone.

[cut]

Kitchen

She joins her husband who’s busy feeding the twins.

“How is she feeling?” He asks.

“In pain but fine. She’s courageous.”

“Mommy- mommys baby here,” suddenly speaks Minjun while pointing at his tummy.

“Right, sweetie. Mommy’s baby’s in her belly. Do you want to see the baby?” The little boy nods his head. Minhyuk does too when he is asked. “Then, you need to eat all your food.”

[cut]

Taehyung appears, walking by them in the kitchen to throw trash away.

“When is the nurse coming?” inquires his mother.

He washes his hands and joins them at the table. “______ wants to wait for when her contractions come every five minutes.”

His father helps Minjun wiping his mouth,“What aren’t you going back there?”

“She says I’m annoying her,” he pouts a little looking down.

His parents laugh heartily. His mother gives the camera back to him, “you should stay there. At this point she doesn’t know what she wants except getting that baby out of her.”

“Stay with her. Don’t talk when she doesn’t want you to. Hold her when she wants you to. Massage her to help the pain when she’s okay with you touching her. But don’t leave her,” his father explains smiling.

Minjun goes down his chair with the assistance of his grandfather to go sit on Taehyung’s lap and take the camera from him.

[cut]

Bedroom

“My parents are putting the twins to sleep,” softly says Taehyung after sitting down in front of you.

“Did they eat?” He hums. “Did you?”

He brushes his hair back,“m’not hungry.”

The room falls quiet for a moment.

“I’m sorry.”

Taehyung lifts his head and looks at you surprised,“for what?”

“Sometimes,” you frown when you feel your pelvic area cramping again, “I’m so tactless.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I should be more attentive. I just feel so helpless and watching you suffering… I feel powerless and I just want to do more.”

You manage to put the pain aside one second or two and smile lovingly at him.

“I know baby,” you stretch one arm out and Taehyung moves closer. “Hold me. No put your arms under mine… My back is killing me.”

[cut]

Taehyung never leaves your sides now that his parents are there to look after the twins.

[cut]

He rubs your back and squeeze your hips.

[cut]

He scratches your head.

[cut]

He supports your body as you lean over the edge of the tub, humming softly and gently rocking you. A few hours pass by and the house turns quiet. Your contractions have calmed down and you know you will not be delivering that night.

Taehyung helps you out of the tub, dries you and dresses you before putting you to sleep.

[transition/black screen] The next day [transition]

You ask Taehyung to get the hot tub ready again since your contractions have been coming every five minutes or so for an hour and a half.

Taehyung’s mother is the one carrying the camera and she also helps you keeping your balance on the med ball while he and her husband get the tub filled with warm water.

Your bottom lip is now swollen with all the biting to keep yourself from whimpering out loud not to wake up the twins from their nap.

“Taehyung,” she suddenly calls. “She’s slipping.”

He strides your way and holds you up. You whine your incomfort on the verge of tears.

“I got you, babe,” he reassures, guiding you towards the tub. “You can do this, I’m right here.” The doorbells rings. “The nurse’s here. It’ll be okay.”

His father leaves to go open the door and He doesn’t come back to keep an eye on your children.

The woman walks inside and sets her material down.

“Hi, let’s get her inside the water,” Taehyung says to her and she begins undressing you.

“I want to push,” you whine with eyes tightly shut close.

They both slowly helps sit inside the tub and the contact of warm water is soothing. “Not now. I need to check if you’re dilated enough.” She plunges her hand in the water between your parted legs and begins touching you. “9 centimeters.”

A sigh of relief escapes you at her words.

“Nine?” Repeats Taehyung.

“I can feel the head as well. Whenever you feel a contraction, you can start pushing.”

“Okay,” you breathe. “Tae...”

He gives you his hand and you use it as leverage to get on your knees. “Do you want to…” You quickly nod your head and move forward to give him room inside the tub. Once he has undressed, he goes to kneel behind you and moves his hands between your open legs.

His mother moves closer to the tub and stands still when the framing of the shot pleases her.

The nurse guides you with the help of a quite large mirror she has placed inside the water in front of you while being able to check your baby’s progress. She keeps a low profile, wanting this intense and important unfolding of your life to remain intimate as you get to deliver naturally just like you wished. You have always fancied the idea, especially getting Taehyung to take part and be as active as possible during the birth. You wanted everything you could not get when bringing the twins to the world. You wanted autonomy, feelings and him taking care of you.

“I wan- I want to sit back.”

Taehyung carefully open his legs as he sits up and gently lays you down against his chest. He places his hands right between your thighs and lets you clawing his while whispering supporting words in your ear.

You catch your breath and promise yourself to use all your might when the next contraction comes. Taking a deep breath, you slightly curl onto yourself and push as hard as you can.

“Baby’s coming,” trails softly the nurse and Taehyung gets his hands ready to welcome your newborn.

Pain shoots through your back when the crown of the dead gets pass your entrance but you manage to bite back your screaming and moan lowly.

He exclaims, “I can feel it baby, you’re doing great. Keep pushing, it’s almost there…”

Another effort for the shoulders to come out and very quickly, Taehyung pulls your baby out of water and gently lies him on you.

His mother lets out a surprised gasp filled with emotion and zooms in a little on the tiny purple being curled on your chest. “It’s a boy!”

At first your baby is eerily quiet as he very slowly moves his head. Your eyes are brimmed with tears very quickly and you can just gaze at him in awe as the nurse covers and rubs him vigorously with a soft towel.

His tiny mouth parts to let out a sudden high-pitched cry and you can’t keep yourself from crying anymore. Taehyung kisses your cheek and you can hear the two women congratulating you as you watch your son trying to open his eyes.

[cut]

(music) Taehyung films from afar while you are breastfeeding.

[cut]

His mother is now feeding you her home meal she has brought with her as you hadn’t eaten anything for several hours.

[cut]

She films him taking your son from you so you can go clean yourself in the bathroom and gently sits down on a desk chair. He lies him on his naked chest with his tiny little fists framing his small head and adjusts the covers so your baby doesn’t get cold.

[cut]

The nurses weighs him with an electronic baby scale and a cloth bag made for before proceeding with other examinations. Taehyung takes several picture of him with his cherished camera.

[cut]

Taehyung’s father comes in to see his new grandson for the first time. His wife gets to hold him as well. They both coo and look at him with tenderness.

“Taehyung, he looks so much like you... Have you decided on his name ?” The old man asks as he hands your baby back.

You smile at him as he yawns and nuzzles your chest. “Taesook,” you say softly and look up at Taehyung who is standing right next to you and smiling back.

“I love it very much.” He kisses your cheek out of coyness.

[transition]

Bathroom

(music)Your son takes his first bath with you and you gaze at him lovingly as he wiggles in your arms with his dark eyes open wide.

[cut]

Taehyung’s mother films as you and Taehyung dresses Taesook up with cute socks and baby gloves.

[cut]

Living-room

He goes to take a sit with him in his arms and faces the camera.

[cut]

He gently supports his back as he turns him around towards the device. He laughs in the back when Taesook’s head naturally tilts down, bringing out the roundness of his cheeks.

[cut]

He puts him back on his chest and the twins are seen sitting on both of his sides, looking curiously at their little brother.

[cut]

They each give him kisses on his forehead.

[cut]

You appear walking in after your shower and sit down next to your family. You watch with fond eyes as Taehyung softly brushes his nose against your baby’s and kisses it.

[cut]

In the last shot of the vlog, Taesook is seen asleep in your arms as you are humming a lullaby to him.

[the screen fades to black and white text scrolls up] I know this vlog is different. I just wanted images to speak for themselves. I’ll still be making a more in-depth talk-through update some time later… For now, I’ll just focus on my amazing wife and kids. Thanks for watching ! :)

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[m-oana-archive]

tagged by the lovely, hilarious bri @czynchs

on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now? 2

describe yourself in a hashtag? #taylorswiftwasright

if you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be? this question is inappropriate young Harrison Ford

if your life was a musical, what would the marquee say? sorry for the country music 

what’s one thing people don’t know about you? most people aren’t aware that I struggle from social anxiety 

what’s your wake up ritual? let out my doggie, shower (sometimes), get ready, make breakfast & coffee, and go to class 

what’s your go to bed ritual? shower if I hadn’t, go on TikTok/Tumblr or read, set an alarm, remember embarrassing things that happened a long time ago, almost fall asleep but then get anxious about my alarm not working, check my alarm, go to bed

what’s your favorite time of day? I LOVE mornings, like 10 AM, delicious  

your go to for having a good laugh? John Mulaney specials :) 

dream country to visit? England or Greece 

what’s the biggest surprise you’ve ever had? getting tickets to Taylor’s Red tour for my birthday 

heels or flats/sneakers? sneakers babey 

vintage or new? vintage!

who do you want to write your obituary? someone who knows absolutely nothing about me for a good surprise factor

style icon? honestly every girl in the English and Dance departments at my school, they’re thriving 

what are three things you cannot live without? music, books, something to write with 

what’s one ingredient you put in everything? pepper (I KNOW it’s not a *spice* but I do be loving pepper)

what 3 people living or dead would you want to make dinner for? Taylor Swift, Toni Morrison, Maggie Steifvater 

what’s your biggest fear in life? never being loved

window or aisle seat? window!!!  always window 

what’s your current tv obsession? Merlin! (which is the biggest queerbait I’ve ever seen, Merlin and Arthur are in love I will NOT be taking critiques at the moment) 

favorite app? Tumblr, tho it is a shitshow

secret talent? I can make up random facts on the spot and say them convincingly enough people believe me

most adventurous thing you’ve ever done in your life? go to school out of state 

how would you define yourself in three words? positive, empathetic, liberal

favorite piece of clothing you own? this yellow/pink/grey floral sundress I have that has POCKETS 

a must have clothing item that everyone should have? comfy shoes that are also stylish 

a superpower you would want? being able to never stub my toes again 

what’s inspiring you in life right now? rereading old books 

best piece of advice you’ve received? you can’t just write your feelings into a journal, you have to talk to people, too 

best advice you’d give your teenage self? it’s going to be okay!!!

a book everyone should read? Beloved by Toni Morrison 

what would you like to be remembered for? dismantling the system 

how do you define beauty? intelligence, passion, empathy and any guy with curly brown hair and glasses that plays the guitar 

what do you love most about your body? it works!!!!  Which I am so so so grateful for!!!!  I also have always liked my collarbones 

best way to take a rest/decompress? a sweet treat while watching a comedy special 

favorite place to view art? I’m a fan of bookstores 

if your life was a song, what would the title be? She Wants To Be In Love (Again) 

if you could master one instrument, what would it be? guitar 

if you had a tattoo, where would it be? a solar system down my back a solar system down my back a solar system down my back a solar system down

dolphins or koalas? dolphins but only because I love whales and they’re closer to whales than koalas

what’s an animal that represents you? golden retriever 

best gift you’ve ever received? fucking friendship my dude.  That shit is good

best gift you’ve given? I gave my sister an avocado once 

what’s your favorite board game? SO MANY!!!!  But mainly Avalon and Villainous 

what’s your favorite color? pink, baby blue, yellow

least favorite color? I’m not a big fan of green 

diamond or pearls? diamonds (but not clear) 

drugstore makeup or designer? it depends on the product 

pilates or yoga? yoga

coffee or tea? coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee!!!!!! 

what’s the weirdest word in the english language? any words that are janus’ (words that mean their own opposite) 

dark chocolate or milk chocolate? dark, 60% or above pls 

stairs or elevators? stairs for less than 3 floors, elevators for all else

summer or winter? winter

you are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat? pasta 

a dessert you don’t like? flan 

a skill you’re working on mastering? loving myself the same way I love other people 

best thing to happen to you today? I took a three hour nap that really really slapped, also I might be able to use my TA position to waive a requirement for my minor which is great 

worst thing to happen to you today? my inability to fall asleep until 3 AM this morning 

best compliment you’ve ever received? that I made someone want to be a better version of themself

favorite smell? pink sands from Yankee Candle, freshly baked bread, freshly brewed coffee, old books

hugs or kisses? HUGSSSS!!!!!  

if you made a documentary, would it be about? poetry 

last piece of content you consumed that made you cry? my reread of RWRB 

lipstick or lipgloss? lipgloss

sweet or savory? sweet 

girl crush? Taylor Swift 

how do you know you’re in love? when I make excuses for the person because I want everyone to see them as good 

a song you can listen to on repeat? "There’s Still A Light in the House” by Valley 

if you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be? Matthew Gray Gubler (I WANT THAT KIMONO COLLECTION) 

what are you most excited for/about this time in your life? to get the results on getting into my major and to see if I got the job I applied for 

tagging @siriuslyimmoony @beskarjedi @finnofamerica @carolinesbookworld @swellwriting @woakiees @theboywhocriedlupin

[carolinesbookworld]

tagged by @kabeswaters and @swellwriting <3

on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now? 0

describe yourself in a hashtag? very similar to @fortisfiliae #stressedanddepressed

if you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be? Harrison Osterfield

if your life was a musical, what would the marquee say? prepare for disaster

what’s one thing people don’t know about you? um...idk my boyfriend knows basically everything about me sooooooo

what’s your wake up ritual? wake up, turn off alarm (bc with this at-home learning stuff i’ve been waking up like literally 1 min before my alarm goes off???), text good morning to my bf, snapchat, discord bc moonlit fam talks allll night, tumblr, get out of bed, wash face, get dressed, coffee and breakfast it’s very specific

what’s your go to bed ritual? wash glasses and face bc my skin is soo oily by the end of the day so you best believe my glasses be needing washing everyday, shower, say goodnight to fam, text bf for like 15 mins or until he says goodnight, turn alarm on, plug in phone, go to sleep

what’s your favorite time of day? morning but specifically from 7:30 until 9  

your go to for having a good laugh? FRIENDS as in the show

dream country to visit? Australia bc my dad once got to hold a baby koala there and i wanna do that so bad

what’s the biggest surprise you’ve ever had? so my family moved before my sophomore year so me and my bff started trying to surprise each other whenever one of us came to visit and the weekend of my birthday, she skypes me as she’s walking around what i thought was her house and then i start hearing an echo and next thing i know she’s standing in the doorway of my room and that was pretty much the best surprise ever

heels or flats/sneakers? sneakers converse

vintage or new? new but i love vintage aesthetic i just couldn’t live with it

who do you want to write your obituary? karli @swellwriting bc she is my brain twin and i would be mocking her horrible grammar and spelling from my grave and we would both get a good laugh about it in the afterlife

style icon? the mom i babysit for haha she’s like one of my best friends tho which sounds really weird but it’s true

what are three things you cannot live without? books, dogs, days that are exactly 65 degrees

what’s one ingredient you put in everything? um idk chocolate??

what 3 people living or dead would you want to make dinner for? Sarah J. Maas, Eddie Redmayne, my boyfriend bc i haven’t had dinner with him for 47 days

what’s your biggest fear in life? losing the people i love...and spiders

window or aisle seat? window bc aisle makes me anxious that i’m in people’s way

what’s your current tv obsession? the cw’s nancy drew it’s so good please go watch it

favorite app? instagram, discord, or tumblr, depends on my mood

secret talent? um idk i can draw very realistic portraits of people when i take the time to

most adventurous thing you’ve ever done in your life? okay so technically this wasn’t me who did it but i was part of the adventure. when me and my boyfriend were just “friends” ie. liked each other and knew we liked each other but were too scared to admit it. anyway, we had this elaborate plan to shave our youth group leader’s head if we were able to bring in a certain amount of food for the food drive during vbs week. so yeah we spent like three days planning the whole thing out and then decided to go price shopping at walmart with all of our younger siblings bc we needed supervision or something lol to see how many individual things of food we could buy with $20 each we ended up just getting like 20 huge boxes of ramen and then his sister ended up throwing up so we took her home and then went back to church where my car was parked but instead of turning to get to church my boyfriend decides to go straight through the stop light (it was green okay) and spontaneously drive up into the foothills. well we get to the top of the foothills and we’re at the lake and we all get out to look at the city and my boyfriend claims that we need to document this moment so he takes a selfie with all of us and we somehow ended up right next to each other in it and i only found this out like three months ago (this happened back in june) that he only took the picture because he wanted one of us together in case we didn’t start dating lol so sweet and yeah, that was a very long story but i needed context instead of just saying “yeah we drove up a mountain”

how would you define yourself in three words? loyal, anxious, passionate

favorite piece of clothing you own? this dark coral dress that makes my eyes and hair look really pretty

a must have clothing item that everyone should have? a hoodie

a superpower you would want? i want to be able to project my thoughts into someone else’s mind bc i’m so bad at explaining stuff sometimes especially when it comes to how i feel

what’s inspiring you in life right now? ACOTAR series by Sarah J. Maas, highly recommend

best piece of advice you’ve received? opening up to more than one person is important because if you lose that person then you’ve lost all your support

best advice you’d give your teenage self? the friends who have stuck around this long are the ones you want to hang onto and the ones that you need are the ones you don’t always see

a book everyone should read? The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

what would you like to be remembered for? being a crazy dog mama

how do you define beauty? confidence in yourself and not caring what others think about you

what do you love most about your body? my metabolism

best way to take a rest/decompress? open a window to feel the breeze and listen to Islands by Hey Ocean! which is so calming to me

favorite place to view art? nature or tumblr

if your life was a song, what would the title be? we’re going with a fob/p!atd theme here and calling it “depression screwed me over so i screwed it back and ended up worse off”

if you could master one instrument, what would it be? piano

if you had a tattoo, where would it be? probably on my forearm or by my left hip

dolphins or koalas? koalas did i mention that i want to hold a baby koala

what’s an animal that represents you? great dane puppy ie. very excitable but will also take a four hour nap when tired

best gift you’ve ever received? my best friend made this photo collage for me when i moved that is hanging in my room and it has a bunch of pictures of me and her over the years and i just love it

best gift you’ve given? for christmas i gave my boyfriend a hammock and the bookshelf addition of clue, two things he had no idea i would remember him mentioning and his face was priceless. also i made my mom a cake for her birthday this year and she was so happy and said it made her feel very special <3

what’s your favorite board game? clue or ticket to ride (specifically nordic countries)

what’s your favorite color? currently a pale turquoise

least favorite color? any shade of light brown

diamond or pearls? diamonds

drugstore makeup or designer? drugstore bc i don’t wear makeup enough to validate buying designer, also i don’t really care

pilates or yoga? yoga

coffee or tea? coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee cof-

what’s the weirdest word in the english language? palindrome is wild because it means a word spelled the same way forwards and backwards but it itself is not one such word

dark chocolate or milk chocolate? milk

stairs or elevators? stairs

summer or winter? summer but like, only june

you are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat? panera mac n cheese

a dessert you don’t like? red velvet cake which btw is not red-colored chocolate cake as many would have you believe

a skill you’re working on mastering? writing

best thing to happen to you today? i got to put all of my new plants in my windowsill and i named one of them (its name is albert in case you were wondering)

worst thing to happen to you today? idk today’s been pretty good as far as quarantine goes

best compliment you’ve ever received? my boyfriend calls me beautiful all the time and he always reminds me that that is describing looks and personality

favorite smell? coffee or my boyfriend’s sweatshirt for the week after i steal it

hugs or kisses? can i choose both?? depends on my mood mostly but i guess hugs if i just had to pick one

if you made a documentary, would it be about? literally anything relating to the mcu

last piece of content you consumed that made you cry? a court of wings and ruin by sjm

lipstick or lipgloss? lipstick

sweet or savory? sweet

girl crush? literally any female in the teen wolf cast

how do you know you’re in love? hahahaha haha what's love

a song you can listen to on repeat? we fall apart by we as human or uma thurman by fob

if you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be? idk my boyfriend probably, this is something we have discussed in depth

what are you most excited for/about this time in your life? for life to go back to normal

tagging @finnofamerica @woakiees @beskarjedi @outerlacy @swanimagines hahahahaha have funnnnn this took me an hour to answer

[meditativeyoga]

15 Natural Remedies For A Good Night`s Sleep

According to the American Academy of Sleep Medicine, about 30 percent of adults experience some kind of sleep problems. Some have trouble reaching oversleep the initial area, while others awaken a few hrs after retiring and can't return to sleep. In either case, sleep deprival has effects beyond the prompt stress of not having the ability to sleep. Daytime fatigue and the lack of ability to heal physically or assume with clearness are just a couple of the effects.

Without a great evening's rest you not only feel like crap the following day because you're tired, but your body and also mind have missed out on out on their time for restoration. Sleep is the body's time to unwind and recharge. It provides the mind a chance to withdraw from sensory overload for much needed rest. Sleep's value cannot be underestimated.

A strong evening's remainder does not come easily to all. For insomniacs, the sleep-challenged, as well as anyone who wants high quality rest, the old scientific research of Ayurveda offers lots of pill-free and natural approaches.

1. Complete your supper 3 hours before bedtime to ensure that procedure of digestion doesn't disturb your rest. A complete tummy could cause negative dreams.

2. Begin relaxing a pair of hrs before bedtime. Prevent TV, the computer system, loud music, excessive talking, as well as checking out your phone, all which are too boosting for the mind before bed.

3. Take a warm bath with a few declines of relaxing lavender oil in the evenings.

4. Create a going to bed regimen, whether that be a bath, meditation, or your very own type of quiet time. This will place your body in the sleeping mindset.

5. An hour prior to bed, drink either a cozy glass of cow or almond milk with a pinch of nutmeg, or a cozy glass of milk instilled with 10 strands of saffron.

6. Massage your temples, hands and also feet with cozy almond or sesame oil prior to going to rest. Or massage the soles of your feet with castor oil.

7. Do this basic breathing exercise before bed: with each inhale, mentally repeat I breathe in peace, with each exhale, mentally repeat I breathe out stress.

8. Enter bed by 10 pm, which will make it less complicated to go to sleep as well as promote a sounder night of sleep in basic. This maintains you in harmony with the all-natural energetic rhythms of the day.

9. Prevent sleeping on your stomach, which could obstruct deep and also healthy and balanced breathing. Try to begin sleeping on your best side to urge left nostril breathing. This triggers the body's air conditioning, unwinding moon energy.

10. Copulate your head dealing with dealing with east as well as your feet dealing with west, which motivates restful rest. The second-rate instructions is to sleep with your head dealing with southern, which improves health. Do not copulate your head facing north, which interrupts both sleep as well as health.

11. Eliminate mess from your bedroom. Physical clutter causes psychological mess, and also a clean, calm area motivates the same for the mind.

12. Develop a routine rest cycle. Try to go to bed and wake up around the very same time every day.

13. Some people are extremely conscious caffeine, and must prevent coffee, caffeinated tea and also ginseng after early morning time or all together.

14. Prevent working out far too late during the night, which could be stimulating instead compared to relaxing. If you do exercise yoga exercise at nights, make use of relaxing sequences and also omit any stimulating poses or breathing exercises.

15. Unless you're making up for shed rest, resist napping. Sleep is implied for nighttime and day sleep will certainly interrupt your natural rhythm. There are a couple of exceptions: naps are ok for the elderly, expectant, and ill, and power snoozes are great in the warm summer months.

[aspiratinganxiety]

Prompt: the batboys and their morning schedule! How would they all deal with waking up? Thank you,lovely! 💕

You’re the lovely one! It will be an honor to fill your request, you sweet perfect angel baby @spiderling-tom​.

Dick:

-Richard Grayson is naturally a 100% morning glory. He adapted to doing well at night through being raised in show business during his earliest years. This development was further honed during his time as Robin. All the same, his circadian rhythm has him up with the sun.

-When he was working on his own in Blüdhaven, transitioning to solo work was especially rough because of the extended hours and his lack of ability to catch naps while clocked in at the police station. A month and a half of consistent sleep deprivation in, he saved himself with ludicrously expensive black-out curtains. Now, they’re a must in every one of his apartments. 

-Dick ideally sets his alarm for an hour and a half before he’s meant to turn up somewhere. That gives him time to roll out of bed, hop in the shower, clean up his stubble, and wash away any lingering resentment or disappointments from the night before. He likes to start the day clean, both physically and mentally. 

-Meditation is a key part of his morning. He developed this aspect of his routine living in the manor with Damian. It was a nice way for them to bond that involved little speaking, as most conversation at that point inevitably became antagonistic. 

-As soon as he’s out of the shower, he moves through a collection of six or seven complicated meditative yoga posses in no particular order. The family of soldier poses are his preference, but he’s not above a child’s pose or a downward facing dog if he’s got a kink to work out of his back.

-After 15-20 minutes of meditation, he’s usually got about an hour or so left to meander through a healthy breakfast of whole grains and fruits. For protein on everyday mornings, he usually downs a muscle milk, eats some cottage cheese, or prepares some quick poached eggs. 

-When breakfast is finished, enough time has elapsed for his hair to go from wet to damp, and that’s the way he prefers it to be for optimum styling. He uses sculpting waxes rather than gels because they’re supposed to keep from drying hair out. Dick also prefers the softer, bouncier texture that he can get with sculpting wax. 

-He tried pomades out in college, but with his course dark hair it made him feel like a grease ball. He swore off the stuff.

-Boy’s pretty vain about the hair, tbh. It’s the part that takes the longest after yoga and breakfast. (Honestly hard to blame him. Baby’s got some locks that are fine as hell.)

-He dawdles around his living room with any leftover time after slipping into most of his clothing, usually scrolling through social media or taking care of dailies on his mobile games. If he’s wearing more formal attire, he hangs around in slacks and his undershirt, waiting until the last 5 minutes to shrug on a dress shirt and secure a complimentary pair of oxfords. 

-If it is a casual day or just a weekend, he’ll throw on some jeans or athletic pants and avoid a shirt all together until he tugs a t-shirt over his head on the way out of the door. 

-Speaking of weekends, he mixes the breakfast routine up quite a bit depending upon what day it is. For the most part, Dick carefully monitors his diet. He’s a bit of a health nut, and though his physical conditioning demands a massive amount of calories to sustain his muscle tone and strength, he tries to stick with healthy fats, lean proteins, and plenty of fresh fruits and veggies to reach his daily intake goal. But the weekend is different, and breakfast (oh sweet syrupy breakfast) is his favorite way to splurge. 

-Pancakes, waffles, french toast, cereals made of nothing but three kinds of sugar and neon dye. 

-Sausage, bacon, ham, fried eggs, leftover sauteed chicken breast shredded for an omelette.

-All of the unholy, unhealthy breakfast food. All of it, and all at once too, please?

-Thank you.

Jason:

-Mornings are rough for him. He was born to live the night life. Running on empty, he can stay conscious and competent for upwards of 50 hours without many more side effects than a ferocious appetite and some crazy hair-trigger violence. (So uh… not all that different than his normal disposition, eh?)

-His snooze button is well-used, and he needs a new alarm clock every year or so because he doesn’t just press the poor button, he slams it with the full weight of his balled fist. 

-The alarm clock is assaulted anywhere between 2-5 times before Jason admits defeat and crawls out of bed with all the cheery disposition of mutilated hell-spawn. 

-Jay is a nighttime shower sorta guy. He prefers to scrub off all of the previous night before getting into bed. He feels no need to repeat the whole process out of the goddamn gate in the morning, even if he is waking up at a time that is technically considered the afternoon to average mortals. 

-He does a quick wash up after that oh so satisfying first-thing-in-the-morning piss. 

-Cold water. Wash cloth. Boom. 

-Good enough. 

-Being clumsy and drowsy while he styles his hair works for him. He combs it out, drags some product into it, and wears it messy. 

-The electric razor he uses to keep his stubble at a sexy 5 o’clock all day long is not employed until after he has been caffeinated. One of the scars on the corner of his jaw that he considers to look more bad-ass than several of his actual battle scars was placed there by said razor biting into his flesh while he yawned and half-dozed at his sink during the process. 

-Depending heavily on whether or not there was drinking the night before, Jason drags through getting himself some coffee or mixing up some hair of the dog. He likes his coffee strong and black, but if there’s a hangover looming, he’ll pour a hearty shot of Baileys into it.

-Boy, does he get some looks from the local liquor store clerk. A big o’ boy built like a brick house in leathers with the occasional bloodied nose and a shit eating grin on his face buying a delicate bottle of Baileys Cream Liqueur at 4 o’clock in the morning turns some heads, okay? Especially around Valentine’s Day when he stocks up on the delectable strawberries and cream flavor they keep stashed away outside of February. 

-Fuck Grant, though. He’s a fifty-something dude working graveyard shift selling alcohol in a polyester-blend polo. Who the hell is he to judge Jason’s love of delicious, sweet Irish cream?      

-Breakfast doesn’t sit very well on Jason’s stomach, particularly if he’s had shitty dreams. Occasionally, if the tangles of sleep that usually linger in his mind for an hour or two after waking up miraculously dissipate soon after coffee, he’ll eat some cereal or fry up some eggs. 

-He likes them with runny yolks and lots of black pepper. Crunchy sourdough toast and an ungodly amount of butter. Maybe some cinnamon applesauce on the side or a Greek yogurt. Something zingy and tart to balance out the fatty components of the meal. 

-Fucking delicious. 👌.  

-All things considered, Jason usually gets through his morning routine in under an hour. He doesn’t stress too much about clothing, throwing something on somewhere between coffee and the episode or two of whatever meme-birthing show Tim’s spamming him about that week. 

Tim:

-Shockingly, Tim doesn’t have a hard time waking up. He is a dreadfully light sleeper, and resents the ever-loving crap out of every creaky board in the manor’s second story grand hall where a lot of the bedrooms are located. 

-He lives in a house full of ninjas, goddamn it. Why is Alfred the only person under the roof capable of avoiding boards 17 and 34 out of respect for the tired and excellent-of-hearing? 

-He wakes up before his alarm most times, whether aided by the stomping of a family member or not. He rarely comes to with enough time left to feel the sweet relief of glancing at his phone and seeing that he’s got over an hour to return to blissful unconsciousness. 

-These glorious occasions are celebrated, cherished events that he will keep in his heart always and recall on loop with the dulcet sounds of a Mariah Carey love song coloring the scene. 

-It’s usually more like he gets 5 or 10 minutes to stare incredulously at his lock screen, personally offended by the universe as the absolute injustice of the world overwhelms him for a handful of minutes until the plucky melody of The Great Fairy’s Fountain chimes his doom. 

-Whatever. It’s a bit dramatic, but whatever. Mornings suck, he’s tired, his body is bad at sleeping, and he has a mountain of tasks to tackle each and every day of his ludicrously busy life. 

-His sleep schedule isn’t as jacked up as everybody makes it out to be, by the way. He just pulls an all-nighter once or twice a week on average. 

-That’s not outrageous, it’s simply routine at this point. 

- … don’t judge him.

- Tim washes his face and dresses efficiently with very little fanfare aside from blaring some music to lighten his frame of mind. He showers right after waking up every now and then if the mood strikes him or he feels a headache coming on. 

-Alfred, perfect, perfect Alfred somehow always has breakfast and their preference of fresh tea or coffee waiting for each of them in spite of their widely different schedules. Tim eats and drinks to rectify his opinion of the universe, though he usually needs at least a coffee at home and a coffee to go before he is ready to consider the petty, complicated snarl of the cosmos as a neutral body rather than a personal foe. 

-When he’s in his own safe house or apartment, he sleeps deeply until he wakes up without an alarm and proceeds with essentially the same routine that he follows in the manor. 

-Check phone. Sigh. Introspective pause. Hygiene needs. Start Pandora station. Clothing. Coffee. Peaceful enjoyment of food stuffs and joyous caffeination. Wonder why Steph added Garfunkel to Pandora station. (Is it a joke? Is it for serious? Who can know.) 

Damian:

-Though willing to sacrifice sleep on certain, necessary occasions, Damian is a stickler about his health. Sleep is as crucial a component in one’s physical upkeep as food or water. 

-Because Damian is so rigid about the whole “my body, my temple” thing, far more so than Dick, he’s never too terribly cranky when morning rolls around.  

-That is to say, he isn’t crankier than usual. 

-He doesn’t use an alarm of any kind. Damian has a remarkable internal clock. One of the first things that he was trained to do was effectively curtail his circadian rhythm in order to loosely control the depth and time of his sleep sessions. 

-This guy can time his naps and morning wake-up to within ten minutes of the goal he mentally sets before sleep. 

-Honestly maybe a low key metahuman thing. 

-It’s weird, y’all. 

-Every morning at precisely 6:15 am, out of courtesy, Alfred knocks at the door to tell Damian that his breakfast is in the process of being prepared. 

-Damian has been awake since 5:30 and worked through a vigorous morning fitness routine that focuses on crunches, lunges, and chin-ups to get his blood flowing and beat any dreariness from his mind. 

-When Dick lived in the manor, he happened upon Damian meditating in the sun room while Alfred put the finishing touches into breakfast. He saw the obvious benefits of daily reflection and asked Damian if he could join him. 

-Of course, Damian saw no need to deny him. After all, they were partners at the time, and sharing silence wouldn’t exactly disrupt his process.

-Until his father resumed the mantle of Batman, Damian and Dick would meet every morning, exchange a rough estimate of the poses most beneficial to their aches and injuries, and silently work through a handful of positions until breakfast was on the table. 

-Now that Dick is back in his own apartment, Damian meditates on his own in the crisp, bright room. He enjoys the absolute quiet, and Titus is always there keeping him company. 

-It’s not lonely at all. 

-Damian prefers to focus on proteins and starches for his first meal, selecting rice or quinoa bowls with eggs, soft cheeses, and usually some chick peas or savory black beans. 

-His classes don’t start until 9, so he has plenty of time to return upstairs and shower. He goes for constrictive cold showers to cement his senses in an alert mode, and he meticulously flosses, brushes, and swishes as he waits for his hair to lose some moisture. 

-The gel, you guys. The GEL.

-This boy has a freaking collection of stupidly expensive gel. There’s even one with flecks of actual, literal gold.

-You think I’m kidding, but I’m not. 

-This is his favorite gel to use because the understated, finely ground precious metal does not appear as garish shards of glitter, but as a nearly invisible sheen that compliments his rich skin tone and the subtle, smoky undertones of warm browns that hide in his dark, dark hair.

-He maybe knows this in fewer words with less keen observation. In actuality, he probably just likes the hold of the gel and the way that it looks in the sun. 

-Damian takes a while styling his hair too (we blame Grayson). Depending on how dramatically he wants to spike the lengthy crest of his pompadour fade that morning, he can be at it for up to 20 minutes. (Full porcupine, or a slicked-back clean look with tousled bangs?) 

-Once dressed and ready, Damian uses his spare time to discuss any current casework with his father and inquire about the company. If Bruce isn’t in a verbal mood, Damian will either read a book or play with his pets until Alfred summons him to the car.          

[bigumhebert6-blog]

Eat Healthy To Feel Healthy

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[hopeunderstars-blog]

Keto, just a fad?

So since everyone in the world is obsessed with the ketogenic diet, I figured I should join the herd and give it a whirl. Wow. What a journey. I have discovered that adding a tablespoon of butter to eggs already cooked in butter with bacon cooked in butter is a very good idea. I also learned to eat coconut oil straight from a spoon. Wow. But guys, my stomach looks amazing. Like. It is completely straight. I’m actually mind-blown.

Although you probably have heard this a bazillion times, let me repeat for the bazillion plus one time; the ketogenic diet is based of the idea that your body functions at a higher level when you’re burning fat instead of carbs. Following this premise, eating 5% of carbs, 20% protein, and 75% fat allows your body to get rid of all the carbohydrate stores and start burning fat as fuel. A few benefits- 1. You lose a lot of water weight in the first few days, which doesn’t really mean anything but it makes you look awesome 2. You feel super awake and happy literally all day without the post-lunch depressive hours where you hate everyone and just want a nap 3. Your desire to eat disappears (although this wasn’t completely true for me because I started to crave bacon and cheese 24/7), but for me it was at least true that I could go for many hours without feeling hungry.

My motivation for embarking on this journey was basically so I could look like a model by spring break, so I wanted to lose 10 pounds in a month. Totally unrealistic, but losing water weight is a miracle worker that can provide a bikini-ready bod in like 2 days. Totally worth it.

Days 1-4: Okay, it wasn’t necessarily hard to stick with the diet in this phase because I was still in the stage of: OMG I love experimentations. Yes this is so fun. Wow, look at all the cool things I can make. However, I also felt like crap. I slept ten hours one night, woke up exhausted, lived three miserable hours, before crawling back into bed for a lonnnnggg nap. The next day wasn’t much better and I definitely had to give up work-outs or at least limit it to yoga. Like three minutes into a typical workout and my legs would feel like rubber; I actually felt like I was going to die just seven minutes in, so I gave up and took another nap. HOWEVER, it does get better my friends.

Days 5-7: YUS. THE BENEFITS HAVE ARRIVED. Have I already mentioned how great my belly looks? I am in awe. I barely believe I am looking at my actual self in the mirror. Miracles do happen. Dreams do come true. Dreams come true in the form of bacon, butter, and eggs. I never thought those words could ever go together packaged with one hell of a body. I even co-hosted a party making four kinds of desserts on day six, watched everyone eat these said desserts, and had no desire to even take one bite. I just kept patting my stomach and probably grinning too self-consciously. I’m sure everyone hated me. But my belly still looks great.

Helpful Hints: If you have a sweet-tooth, or you can’t imagine giving up crunchy snacks for a week, then definitely please prepare some keto substitutes that can help you out without ruining your results. I am one of the fatal few (actually mournful many) who can’t go three hours without sweets. This definitely changed with keto after I adjusted, but there were moments when I needed something sweet. Introducing coconut oil + chocolate powder + stevia. I mixed equal parts of the first to ingredients, sprinkled on some stevia, stuck the whole thing in the microwave, poured it out on a tray, stuck it in the freezer, and was set for the full two weeks. Plus, it’s actually delicious. Really good tasting chocolate, plus being healthy. Also, moon cheese. It’s ridiculously expensive, so I only splurged once when I was really craving chips. It is a powerhouse of flavor. Explosive on another level. Moon cheese because it actually isn’t of this earth. Last tip, drink butter coffee (or bullet-proof) or whatever the cool kids call it these days. It freaked me out at first because it tastes rich and creamy but it still looks like straight black coffee. Weird mental-block happened the first time, but if I closed my eyes and imagined it looked nice and creamy, it was incredible.

[donttelluswhattodo]

The Stories We Tell Ourselves

Pen’s alarm went off everyday at exactly 4:30am and without skipping a moment his hand shot out to silence it. It was a rather dull alarm - a series of beeps that never went off twice in the same morning. He would kneel beside his bed and do his prayers, spending roughly five minutes asking the the Lord above for success and discipline. When he stood up, his knees ached slightly.

After getting ready, he was off to the gym, where he spent two hours exercising, lifting heavy weight, and always aiming for more. He was well known in the gym, in that everyone knew his face, but hardly anyone knew his name. Between sets of exercises, he would stare at himself in the mirror, flexing one strong and then the other, seeing how the veins had become thicker, how has bicep bulged further, and loving the ever improving definition of his body. At the end of every workout, he would take one last look, lifting his shirt and twisting his torso to get a better view of the peaks and valleys of his abdominal muscles.

By 7:30am, Pen was at his desk at work, freshly showered and shaved, in his light blue work shirt that accentuated his growing musculature. He ate a healthy lunch and never bothered with any form of sweet food other than sweet potatoes. His only only vice, other than coffee. The coffee room was his favorite place at work, where he would let loose for just ten minutes, sometimes more, to chat with coworkers about sports and TV shows.

Pen did important work that made him lots of money.

At 6pm, he went home to his empty house, had another short workout, showered, and finally made and ate dinner. He would sit and watch half a movie and by 9:30pm he crawled into his empty bed and went to sleep, never smiling, but always ready to repeat it all again the next day.

He was unstoppable and knew he was destined for greater things.

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Bobby woke up around 6am and hit the snooze button on her alarm.

“Ugh…” she groaned.

Ten minutes later she really wanted to hit it again - no, she wanted to throw that stupid alarm out of a window, but she got up, rubbed the grogginess from her eyes, and went for a shower. By the time she went to go check on Jane, her daughter was already nearly dressed.

“Breakfast in ten,” Bobby said, bending down to kiss Jane’s forehead.

“Can I have cereal this morning,” Jane said.

“No way, kiddo.”

Bobby loved making breakfast for Jane, partly because she loved breakfast food, but mostly because she enjoyed the twenty or so minutes she could sit with her kid, talking about boys, school, movies, weekend plans, or whatever her kid wanted to talk about.

“I’m gonna miss the bus!” Jane said

“Oh sh-crap,” Bobby said, looking at the time.

“You almost said shit!”

“No I didn’t, let’s go.”

When Jane was finally gone, Bobby went for a run, usually about five miles, but sometimes less, depending on how she felt. Today she felt great, and managed an extra two miles before getting back home. She showered then did yoga for about an hour.

She looked at herself naked in the bathroom mirror, turning sideways and sucking in her belly. She lifted her arms straight up to see how much her breasts rose.

“Hmm, not bad. Check me out.”

Bobby was a freelance copywriter. She loved her job; not just the work, but the freedom it gave her. She stretched and set to work on a project for a client looking to sell appliances that could be turned on over Wi-Fi. She was ahead of schedule and the deadline wasn’t for another week, but she finished it early so she could work on her side project. On the weekend she was a freelance nature photographer, usually hiking the nearby mountain trails to get photos of wild animals. She was editing her latest pictures now.

Lunch today was leftover pizza. Yesterday it was a salad. Whatever.

While she ate, she sent messages to Grace - her oldest friend, since middle school, who had also gotten married but stayed in their hometown when Bobby and Pen moved to Seattle.

She messaged Pen too, to ask how work was going.

“Good,” was his reply.

A few hours later, she woke up from a nap. The book she was reading had fallen to the side and she lost her page. Her alarm was going off: Pick up Jane. So she walked to the end of the long street and arrived just as Jane stepped off the bus.

“Wanna go with me to run some errands?” Bobby asked. “We can stop for fries.”

“Sure!”

Bobby and Jane spent the rest of the evening together, doing this and that; picking up dry cleaning, eating french fries in the car, singing along to music, shopping for groceries, and finally heading home around 7pm.

Pen was watching TV. Bobby went over and kissed him. Jane gave him a hug.

“Hey, baby. Hey, honey,” he said.

“Hey,” Bobby said.

“I’ve got homework,” Jane said, and ran off to her room.

“Oh, did you remember to pick up my suit?”

“I did.”

“Great. By the way, I made dinner.”

“Oh, thanks,”

They didn’t talk much after that.

At 9:30, Pen went to bed alone. Bobby stayed up to read, like she usually did. And when she was bored of that she would watch TV.

Sometime around midnight, she went to the bedroom and saw Pen sleeping. He was shirtless, of course, and she could see his body with the aid of the moonlight that streamed in through the window. The way the shadows played off his back made him look massive. Or maybe he really was massive now. Bobby didn’t really know anymore. She didn’t see much of him these days.

She wondered as she lay down next to him, his huge back facing her, if she would ever see her old “Penny” again.