#building muscle vs toning

[scribeanand]

best Exercises for BUILDING STRENGTH and toning muscles

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[guiltyidealist]

Minecraft x werewolf

x x x x x x x x x

#wolves #werewolves #gaming #gifs #minecraft #just ✨hyperfixating✨ #I like top middle the most #I think it's most in-line with the game's artistic style and I like that it matches the wolves. it IS a direct counterpart after all #I like also that it's not terribly ripped either. just a personal aesthetic preference but I don't really like hyper-muscular body builds #vs like the bottom left one with its defined abdominal and pectoral muscles #it's just a sof-toned style-matching cyootie~ c:

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 3: Double Penetration - Steve/Bucky

Kinktober Day 3: Double Pentration -  Steve/Bucky x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, hatefucking, threesome, nicknames, size difference, choking, lots of swearing, discussion of masturbation, oral (m and f receiving), multiple orgasms, piv sex, anal sex, anal fingering, cum swallowing no use of y/n

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You couldn’t get away from them quick enough, feet aching with each stomp as you exited the quinjet into the Avengers tower.

Tony was waiting at the entryway, “good mission then?” he smirked, having already listened to the argument on the comms between you and the two assholes and Tony being a smug prick rushed to welcome you back to the building. He had also been the other option to go on the mission but nope, you had to draw the short straw and endure the suffering of the two super soldiers.

It wasn’t like you attended these missions in a foul mood, prepared to argue, you were always keen to follow the instructions given by Fury. However, like usual, the two men had nearly caused you to be compromised thanks to Steve’s superiority complex, putting himself directly into the middle of the action instead of following the stealth instructions. This meant that you spent more time fighting off people than trying to save the captors and by the time you were aiding them out of the hell hole they were being kept in, you were shattered and bruised. Especially as you were not able to heal as quickly as the other two, it wasn’t as simple as having a drink and walking it off before continuing with the action.

This led to a shouting match on the journey home, with Bucky backing up Steve’s actions leaving you 2 vs 1 as per usual. You were fed up following them around, nearly getting killed AGAIN because of their stupid decisions, you weren’t going to let them get away with it for much longer.

Dropping your bag onto the floor beside Tony, you huffed irritated, “I’m never going on another mission with those assholes ever again Stark, keep them out of my way”. Your feet couldn’t walk you quick enough as you rushed to the tower elevator, not stopping to listen to whatever shit Steve and Bucky had to say, relief easing your muscles as the doors finally closed and you were alone.

It was hours later when you were finally in bed, having showered, applied cream to the forming bruises on your arms and legs and had some shitty film on in the background.

Just as your eyes were dropping with exhaustion, did a firm knock sound at your door. Your heart plummeted in your chest, not having any energy to have a discussion with anyone right now.  “Yes? What do you want?” you asked dryly.

No one answered which only caused you to roll your eyes and release another exasperated sigh as you heaved your body from the bed, once again stomping to show your displeasure and hastily swinging the door open.

“Oh for fucks sake, what do you both want? I thought we agreed to debrief tomorrow?” Stood before you were the two men you least wanted to see in the world. Gone were their expensive superhero suits and instead replaced with matching grey SHIELD t-shirts that hug their muscles, along with some dark grey joggers, hair slightly damp from recent showers.

Bucky was the one to respond, chuckling deeply and rolling his shoulders to relieve the tension and displaying his obvious annoyance. “It’s not the debrief Doll, that’s not why we’re here”.

Moving your weight from one foot to another, folding your arms sternly across your chest as you moved, glancing between the two men you replied, “well, what the fuck do you want, I was just about to get some well-deserved sleep”.

Steve now inched forward, standing to his full height, making your neck strain back further to look him in the eye, “let us in, this isn’t a conversation for the corridor”.

For some reason his words sent a panic through your thoughts, he never spoke to you in that calm tone, maybe something had truly gone wrong in the mission and needed discussing.

Contemplating it for a moment and glancing behind you to check your room and to see it in an organised manner, you moved to the side, holding the door open further for them both to enter.

Steve and Bucky stepped in and you noticed the way both of their eyes flicked to every inch of your room, assessing it, even this pissed you off, it was your safe space they should stop being so nosey but you refrained from sighing again as you shut the door, turning to face them, leaning into the wood.

“Well? What is it then?”

Neither answered immediately, both still walking around the room slowly.

Bucky spoke first, but not about why he was here, “I didn’t have you as a book reader” he mumbled, hand skimming over the book you’d left open at your desk.

This time you couldn’t hold back the sigh and rolling of your eyes for what felt like the 100th time that day, “so you’ve come to my room to talk about books?”

Steve turned to you now, pointing in your direction, “there you go again, sighing like being in our presence really is some horrific burden”.

“I mean it is, I’ve not exactly kept this a secret, Rogers” you retorted, walking further into the room.

Bucky shook his head in a condescending manner. “You’ve got a real mouth on you, you know that Doll?” 

Snapping your head towards Bucky you couldn’t help the aggressive tone as you snapped, “I’ve asked you to stop calling me Doll, I’m not one of your stupid dames from the 1920s”.

Neither men responded, instead, they looked towards one another, still wandering slowly around the room before Steve settled on the edge of the bed, a sight you never thought you would see and one that you weren’t sure how to feel about, it sent a sort of thrill through you but you shook it off as he began talking.

“You know, Stark mentioned something to us after you stomped off like a child”.

You scoffed, “fuck off Rogers-”

“Let me finish. He mentioned something that we initially shrugged off, in fact, it sort of repulsed us at first but the more we thought about it, the more it started to make sense”.

Steve left you pondering on his statement, “well? What did Stark suggest?”

You watched as Steve stood, taking strong steps towards you, distracting you from Bucky as he too stepped closer from behind. It wasn’t until they stood only a step away that you became a little apprehensive, neck once again straining to look up at the blonde.

“He suggested that we all needed a god, hard, fuck to get over whatever tension there is between us”.

You laughed. Hard. Like really belly laughed until tears were dripping from the corner of your eyes. You had also expected both of them to laugh as well at the ridiculous notion that had been presented to you but they both were watching you with hard expressions. “Wait, you aren’t joking? You can’t be fucking serious, do you really think I want to touch either of you? What a joke.”

Bucky’s cool metal hand was quick as he cupped your throat, cutting off your laughter, his grip hard enough to have you struggling against him but still be able to suck in small breaths. “What the fuck are you doing Barnes?”

Steve began tutting, “No, here’s the thing, you are going to listen to us for once”, he raised his hand to grip your cheeks so that your mouth smushed together so you reached up to hold onto his thick wrist, hoping to ease the grip he had but of course, he didn’t budge. It also didn’t help the situation that you were dressed for bed in only an oversized t-shirt and underwear.

“You have been a pain in our sides since you joined the team, but, we won’t take away that you are an asset on these missions but that doesn’t explain the reason as to why you decided to fight us tooth and nail with every single fucking thing that we do”.

Steve took a breath to calm himself before continuing, “now when Stark said his stupid idea we both brushed him off, but then we thought about it more and more. The way the tension was always thick in the air when the three of us are together, the way my cock twitches in the shower when I think about you in that uniform of yours. We all clearly just need to get things off of our chest or at least…get each other off”.

His lips smirked up as you contemplated this. But surely they couldn’t be serious right? This had to be some big practical joke… but then again, you couldn’t deny the initial attraction that you had when you’d first seen them. I mean, who wouldn’t be attracted to Captain fucking America and the Winter Soldier? They were tall, handsome, incredibly strong, you couldn’t help the schoolgirl crush the first time you’d been introduced to them.

However, after spending more time with them and seeing their arrogance and self-righteousness attitude, you’d ignored that impulse that had struck through you. So no, there was no way that you were actually contemplating this, he had to be making this up.

You were about to try and shove him off again but as your eyes dropped low, you could see the very prominent and remarkably sizeable shape that had formed in his joggers, maybe that serum did more than grow them in height and strength.

Steve caught you staring at his erection, glancing wickedly up to Bucky behind you as he stepped closer, both of their bodies now touching yours so that you could now feel Bucky’s firm rod being prodded into your lower back.

Ok so they were both definitely into this and your mind was racing, images flashing through your mind as to the potential of whatever it was that they were asking for, and your body betrayed your strong willpower as arousal hummed through and in between your legs, causing you to rub your thighs together to ease the tension.

The blonde noticed, his eyes lowering to watch before glazing back towards your face with half-lidded eyes, his pupils widely dilated with arousal.

Pushing on his wrist that was still firmly gripping your cheeks, he let go as you tried to speak with confidence, “fine, if we do this, it doesn’t mean that I’ll stop hating you guys because I still fucking do, but I’ll do whatever it is that you want to do”.

Steve didn’t seem convinced, “not quite what we were hoping to hear. It’s not just what we want to do, I need you to say it’s what you want as well, otherwise, we’re walking straight out of here and not returning and you can continue to think about us whilst in the shower, rubbing between your legs, shouting our names like our super soldier serum can’t hear between floors at just what you do after a mission”.

Your cheeks were burning hot, it had only been a few occasions that you’d done this, you just felt so wound up that you needed to relieve the tension and they both just happened to be the first people you thought of whilst masturbating.

“Fine Rogers, I want this ok? So hurry up and fuck me so I can kick you both out of my room”.

Steve chuckled darkly, squaring his shoulders as he looked above your head towards Bucky and gave a quick nod in his direction.

Bucky’s metal arm finally released your neck, allowing you to take a deep breath in for only a second before you were having his hands grip your thighs, lifting you up until you were folded up against Bucky’s chest, legs now spread in his grip. Scared that you might fall, you reached behind to grip the back of Bucky's head, pulling on his shoulder-length hair.

Steve took a step back, admiring the view before him, and without wasting another moment, he gripped your underwear in two places and effortlessly ripped them in half, chucking the offending material somewhere over his shoulder, now leaving you completely exposed to him.

“Even though you are the fucking bane of my life, I’ve always wanted to do this”, his voice was dark and gruff as he spoke, face inching forward before finally pouncing onto your moistening cunt. Your shout for euphoria made your ears ring from the volume but you couldn’t help it as he didn’t hold back at all, eating you out like a man starved.

His tongue delved deep between your folds, making sure not to miss a single nerve ending, spending specific time to push it into your eager hole, loving how he knew the exact spot to flick his tongue to have your head falling back against Bucky’s shoulder. He then spent time concentrating on your clit, kneading it with his tongue, rotating in circles, sucking it into his mouth, everything so deliciously pleasurably that you were pulling Bucky’s hair harsher, shout out as it all came crashing down, the waves of pleasure pulsing through you.

Steve released your clit slowly, looking up at you with hungry eyes as you tried to regain your breathing, the man definitely knew what he was doing with his tongue that's for sure. Tapping on Bucky’s head, he understand that you wanted to be put down, slowly easing you to your feet.

“My turn”, you seductively whispered, dropping to your knees, ignoring the pinch of pain from the bruises that were on your knees from the mission as you looked up expectedly, mouth wide open and ready.

Both men eased their cocks out of their joggers, leaving the material halfway down their delicious thighs, hands tossing themselves off as they down at you.

“You don’t understand how long I’ve wanted to see you on your knees like this” Bucky explained as he directed you to his cock, pointing it in your face. You were mesmerised by the sheer size of them both, thick and long, it had your mouth watering and also cunt pulsing in anticipation.

Reaching forward you gripped the base of Bucky, making sure to hold his eye contact as you licked along the underside of his cock, wetting it before sucking on his tip and enjoying the way he sucked in a breath at the sensation.

You were only able to take half of his cock to the back of your throat before you were gagging, so you made sure to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks as you moved up, enjoying the salty taste of him. Reaching out with your hand, you gripped onto Steve’s cock, not wanting him to feel lonely as you were able to suck off Bucky and toss off Steve at the same time, loving the sensation of having two of the world's biggest heroes in front of you, falling apart as you used your body.

As tears started to form in your eyes due to gagging over Bucky’s length, you pulled off and started to suck Steve’s cock, alternating between both men’s cock with your mouth or hand. The duo were groaning, hands on the back of your head to hold you there causing strings of saliva to dribble down your chin, mixing with the tears that were flowing down your face from the stimulations

As you tried to take Steve as far as you could into your mouth, the other hand gripping onto Bucky’s member so that it tensed, Steve finally tapped your cheek. Pulling off him, he signalled for you to stand but your knees were wobbly from being in that position so he effectively picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to the bed.

He placed you in the centre of your unmade bed, pulling off his clothes to match Bucky who had already stripped off. As they stood there watching you lean up on your forearms to inspect their every move, Steve asked, “who do you want first, me or Bucky?”

Smirking up at them, you responded, “why do I have to only pick one when I could have you both”. With that you turned on the bed, lying face first and lifted your arse into the air, presenting yourself to the two of them.

Bucky whistled at the sight, “you really think you can take us both?”

“Oh I know I can take you both, now hurry up and fuck me already”.

Bucky chuckled, “always so demanding Doll”, he knelt on the edge of the bed, pulling your leg back causing you to slide and then turning you so you were once more on your back. Looking down at you with an eyebrow raised he asked in a deepened voice, “What? Not going to chastise me for calling you Doll?”

Scoffing you refrained from rolling your eyes, “there's no way I’m having a go at you right now, not when you stand in the way of providing me with orgasms, Barnes”.

“Hmm”, he leaned over you, forearms resting on either side of your head, his mouth close to yours that you thought he might kiss you but he didn’t, instead he shifted his hips closer. “See, I think you secretly love that name, shall we test that theory?”

“What are you-”

Your words became caught in your throat as he began thrusting into your cunt, slowly and tentatively as to not hurt you, doing a good job at really stretching you out, feeling as if you were nearly at your max already but he kept going and going until finally he brushed against your cervix.

“Fuck” you cursed loudly, eyes rolling back now for a completely different reaction as he allowed your time to adjust until finally, his voice snapped you out of the blissful state.

“So how are you feeling… Doll?” Your pussy squeezed around his cock at the nickname, revealing another one of your well-kept secrets that you did, in fact, enjoy him calling you that name.

Bucky’s face was alight with amusement, loving that he had discovered this about you, “I had the suspicion that the name was turning you on, is that why you so desperately fought us to not call you that, was it because you were becoming aroused?”

“Fuck you, Barnes”.

“Actually, I think it’s more fuck you, Doll” he eased his cock out before sliding back in again. Bucky’s hips snapped into yours, starting off slow before building momentum, your cunt clinging to his cock desperately with each thrust.

It turned you on further to think that Steve was standing just beside Bucky watching you being fucked and with the hyperstimulation of his girthy cock and the fact that this was even happening, your orgasm came on quickly and suddenly. You only just had time to warn Barnes that you were cuming, hands grabbing onto his back as your cunt convulsed around him, squeezing him thoroughly.

Not giving you any time to come down from your high, the brunette whilst still balls deep, turned you both over so he was now underneath and you were now lying on his chest. Tiredly, you looked over your shoulder, smiling as Steve climbed onto the bed and remained behind you.

“Come on then Rogers, let’s see what you’ve got to offer”. Steve smirked at your taunting, reaching to your lips to press his fingers against them, hoping you would open them which you did, and sucked on them, coating the two digits with plenty of spit.

Pulling them out, he aimed them towards your puckered hole, easing one finger in at a time, making sure to thoroughly stretch you out, and adding three more fingers until he was satisfied that you would be able to take him without hurting yourself.

All the while Bucky had remained sheathed in your cunt, still thick and hard, you guessed that this had something to do with the serum that he could stay like this for so long. Without any further waiting, Steve’s cock brushed against your asshole, his warm tip taking its time to tease before being eased in. You felt your body trying to tense at being stretched from the second hole but you willed it to relax, and inch by inch disappeared into your hole.

Just as you felt like you were going to explode from fulness, he stopped, breathing heavily himself. “You’re so fucking tight” he muttered between breaths. The sensation was extremely intense, all of your vulnerable nerves were being touched in both the front and the back.

Steve’s hand fell into your hair once he had composed himself, pulling back harshly, effectively lifting you up from Bucky’s chest so that you had to lean your hands on his pecks whilst his hands rested against your breasts, which were still covered in your oversized shirt.

As Steve began to move, making sure to work with Bucky’s movements, you couldn’t believe how incredible pleasuring it felt, it was almost too much as each graze of someone's cock had you twitching to cum. 

It was an endless cycle of smacking hips together, orgasming hard and then them continuing. You weren't even sure how many times your pussy had convulsed around them both but by this point you had more dribble leaking down your chin and your mind was filled with white noise. The boys noticed that you seemed to be nearing your end and willed themselves to stop holding back their own orgasms.

“Fuck I’m going to cum” Steve stuttered first, pulling out at the same time as Bucky and man-handling you onto your back on the bed. You couldn’t even feel your legs, you had been well and truly fucked as the two super soldiers knelt over your face, tossing themselves off vigorously.

Noticing their plan, in your deliriously fucked out brain you managed to open your mouth and stick your tongue out in preparation for their cum. Steve was the first to shoot his load into your mouth, not missing a single drop as you eagerly licked your lips to make sure his salty goodness was drunk. Bucky followed him soon after, also cuming in your mouth but having to catch a drip with his thumb, pushing his white seed back into your mouth which you eagerly suck and drank down.

Closing your eyes, you were completely exhausted, only just being able to hear the boys beginning to redress themselves. Smiling to yourself, you managed to croak out, voice laced with tiredness, “could you both kindly fuck off and close the door behind you”.

Both of them chuckled as they exited without another word, leaving you to sleep peacefully.

#steve rogers #bucky #bucky smut #bucky one shot #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers smut #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers x reader #bucky x reader #steve / bucky #marvel smut #marvel #mine*

[queenofcoquette]

how i started to feel pretty

hey loves! i’ve struggled with feeling insecure over my looks, but recently i’ve made changes that have helped me be less insecure. little improvements with my lifestyle and mindset have already made a big difference. first i’m going to talk about my insecurities, then what i did and then general tips.

my insecurities:

hyperpigmentation. i have bad undereye bags due to genetics that landed my family to call all of our eyes “raccoon eyes.” then redness above my eyelids, then darkness above my upper lip no matter how much i shaved. 

facial asymmetry. we all have it, but i felt so bad anytime i took a selfie and i couldn’t bear to take any photos of myself. 

body dysmorphia. this one is weird. i don’t view my body the way others do, and honestly the way i view it changes all the time.

changes i’ve made:

first i started doing things that didn’t help. they were temporary solutions that did nothing. i used concealer and powder for the hyperpigmentation- but it looked cakey and a little ashy-kinda cuz i wasn’t using a color corrector. for my body i did these “abs in 2 weeks!” challenges during covid, and was restrictive, which is the worst thing you can do for yourself.

for my skin:

i started using the glycolic acid serum by the ordinary. this stuff is life changing! i’ve been going makeup free on my skin lately and my skin tone has gotten so much more even. plus it’s affordable and it’s a giant bottle.

for my face:

i started doing face massages for muscle tension

i also realized that my facial asymmetry is 1) normal (we all have it to a certain extent and 2) it’s probably not as bad as i think it is. 

for my body:

i’ve started to focus more on health than appearances, because that my view of my body is distorted. i don’t see it like other people do, so i need to prioritize my health. i started eating MORE- more foods that are healthy, more fruits and vegtables. instead of restricing i allowed myself to have more.

i developed a pilates plan that focused on building strength, and incorporated a little bit of weights. now that i play sports i’ve put an emphasis on strength which has actually helped me get more toned.

journaling. i began to write down about my feelings- the way i view other people vs. the way i view myself. it made me realize how social media gave me an unrealistic image, and how i wasn’t viewing myself the way i really am.

advice:

what are you insecure about? the first step is just writing down your biggest insecurities- aka why don’t you feel beautiful? what made you feel this way? no one is born feeling ugly- we’re all taught to feel this way, whether it’s comments that have been made to us or others.

find people with similar stories. this helped me in the past, watching videos about people who had the same insecurities as me, it opened my eyes to how harshly i treat myself. 

get to the root of it. for my skin i realized that covering up my hyperpigmentation with makeup wouldn’t solve the problem, so i put an emphasis on incorporating things into my skincare routine that could solve the problem, without makeup!

think in the long-term. think about what’s healthy for you, and the most natural way of doing so. for example, when it came to my body i had to think about what’s healthy for me overall, not a quick fix. quick fixes aren’t attainable!

prioritize mental and physical health. i think we should all embrace our natural beauty by focusing on our skincare and the health of our hair. additionally, mental health is equally important, especially when it comes to body image.

positive thinking. a lot of times we tend to vocalize our negative thoughts, ive heard ppl make horrible comments about their bodies and things like that. first of all, stop saying those things out loud- you’re only reaffirming them in your head, and furthering the bad feeling. when you get horrible thoughts about yourself, try to stop them and replace them with good ones. even if you don’t believe it at first, you soon will.

it sometimes takes a while for beautiful people to realize how gorgeous they are. i had friends who i thought were some of the prettiest girls in the world, but they didn’t even realize it. i bet there’s so many people in your life who look at you and see the beauty in you that you don’t see in yourself. just stay healthy and keep positive thoughts, and i hope in time you’ll see your inner and outer beauty.

#that girl #that girl 2023 #self improvement #pink pilates princess #queenofcoquette

[writingraven]

Writing Emotion

Anger

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Physical Effects

↦ aggression

↦ arguing

↦ blaming

↦ brooding

↦ clenching fists

↦ clenching jaw

↦ controlled tone

↦ criticizing

↦ complaining

↦ crossing arms

↦ crying

↦ demanding

↦ face flushing

↦ frowning

↦ grinning

↦ hot flashes

↦ inability to listen / comprehend

↦ inappropriate reactions

↦ insulting

↦ impetuosity

↦ increased pulse

↦ irrationality

↦ irritability

↦ losing control (thoughts and actions)

↦ physical reactions, often violent

↦ pupils dilate

↦ rigid

↦ risk taking

↦ sarcasm

↦ slow, unsteady breaths

↦ speaking unusually slow or fast

↦ staring

↦ stomping

↦ sweating

↦ teeth grinding

↦ tense

↦ threatening (verbally or through gestures)

↦ tight-lipped smile

↦ tight muscles

↦ tunneled vision

↦ twitching

↦ withdrawing

↦ yelling

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Prompting Anger

⇨ Know What Triggers Your Character

⤠ anger is a secondary emotion, meaning it will be caused by a primary emotion (embarrassment, distress, etc.)

⤠ commonly, anger is caused by the underlying fear of being harmed (physically or emotionally)

⤠ think of your character’s fears and triggers

⤠ the reason behind the anger will affect the type of anger and the reaction

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Types of Anger

⇨ Dry vs Wet

⤠ Dry: sharp, stern, threatening, rage, seeing red, being done & vengeful

⤠ Wet: emotional, crying, trembling, screaming, being hurt & embarrassed for caring so much

⇨ Types Described by Therapists

⤠ Assertive Anger: a constructive form of anger in which someone expresses their emotion in a healthy, safe way

⤠ Behavioral Anger: impulsive physical reaction often expressed through violence

⤠ Chronic Anger: continuous, low-level feeling of anger/resentment/frustration often impacting health, relationships, and self-esteem

⤠ Destructive Anger: unhealthy response to anger commonly expressed through verbal/physical actions to hurt others

⤠ Judgmental Anger: response to a perceived injustice which can be expressed through criticizing others and can cause feelings of loneliness or low self-esteem

⤠ Overwhelmed Anger: sudden response due to stress reaching a boiling point

⤠ Passive-Aggressive Anger: avoidant response that includes emotional suppression, often expressed as sarcasm or pettiness

⤠ Retaliatory Anger: reaction to a direct attack, verbal or physical, in which anger is usually directed back at attacker

⤠ Self-Abusive Anger: anger directed inward, often caused by shame and low self-esteem

⤠ Silent Anger: non-verbal reaction to anger in which someone closes themselves off and does not communicate

⤠ Verbal Anger: aggressive anger in which one lashes out at another through verbal attacks; often feels guilt afterwards

⤠ Volatile Anger: explosive and destructive response that makes it hard for person to communicate or express themselves

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Writing Anger

➵ describe body language

➵ describe facial expressions

➵ describe physical side effects

➵ show character’s behavior

➵ show character’s inner dialogue

➵ show other characters’ reactions

➵ use short sentences and sharp words to build tension

➵ avoid using the word ‘anger’ or any synonyms; using the word is an obvious sign that you are telling the emotion instead of showing it

#writing #writing tips #story ideas #reference #knowledge #writing reference #writing emotion #emotion #writing anger #anger #anger prompts #anger responses #show not tell

[nighttimeebony]

My personal headcanons/interpretations of the physical differences between Wei Wuxian's original body and Mo Xuanyu's body.

Wei Wuxian's original body:

Tall, broad shoulders, and a very athletic build with a lot of toned muscle

Fine, wavy hair texture

Ink-black hair

Black eyes

Sharp facial features with high cheekbones and cat-like eyes

Long fingers

More of a tanned skin tone because of all the sun he gets at Lotus Pier

Scars on his hands, wrists, and fingers from getting bitten by dogs when he would take food from them

I imagine that wwx would have a lot of little scars from playing rough as a kid, tiny thin slashes of silver scattered throughout his body

WWX's body was built for strength, but not necessarily for endurance

An inhumanly high pain tolerance

Has a chipped tooth near the back of his mouth that you could only see when he smiled wide enough

Dimples

Freckles that become more prominent when he gets more sun, but are especially concentrated on his shoulders and the back of his neck

Mo Xuanyu's body:

Short and skinny from malnutrition; probably has like 50 different kinds of vitamin deficiencies

Paler complexion, almost pasty

Thicker hair texture, which makes it look fluffier, and more unruly; it's a pain in the ass to take care of; #1 in the world for worst bed-head, gets tangled like you wouldn't believe

Delicate, more "feminine"-looking facial features, like wider eyes, Cupid's bow lips, and an overall softer-looking face

Gray eyes

Dark brown hair

Much more flexible, can probably twist himself into a pretzel whenever he gets bored

Prone to undereye shadows from poor sleep

Body better built for stamina once it gets better trained; even when he does get more muscles, it's more wirey than shredded; slender and lean

Low pain tolerance

Poor circulation and is more prone to get cold

Lightweight drinker, much to his dismay

Nose is crooked from getting broken at least once

Probably has anemia; bruises very easily

Has a couple moles scattered along his body

MXY definitely has the better ass

Both wwx and mxy have a complicated relationship with food and hunger, but mxy's body especially has gotten so used to running on little food that wwx (in mxy's body) has a hard time recognizing when he's hungry until he nearly passes out from lack of energy. I imagine that thanks to being adopted by the Jiangs and being taken care of by his siblings, over time, wwx's body was able to recover from running on starvation mode 24/7, while mxy was never able to have that recovery period, so his body is still accustomed to operating on little to no food.

I imagine that wwx and mxy are like two different kinds of goth; different shades of creepy, and beautiful in different ways. wwx would be more like a vampire, while mxy would channel antique haunted doll; sharp and powerful vs soft and delicate. wwx in his original body is the danger you expect, the danger you run from on sight, while wei ying in mxy's body is underestimated, unexpected, the kind of danger you would never see coming until it's too late.

If you're like me and also enjoy stories that involve Wei Ying adjusting to life in his new body, then here are some fics with that exact premise:

Saw My Life in a Stranger's Face

the soft animal

Notes on a Resurrection

we are here

#as much as i love the donghua and the live action #i feel like neither of them capitalized on the differences between wwx and mxy's bodies #in my opinion it kind of takes away a lot of the weight of wwx now having to live out the rest of his life in a body that isn't his #and what it would be like to have to get used to that #i dont know but this is a story premise that's very intriguing to me both as a writer and a reader #mdzs #wei wuxian #mo xuanyu #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mo dao zu shi

[calicheer-cove]

Let’s Get Physical (NSFW)

Summary: Billy is home alone working out and decides to take a “personal break” from lifting weights. Chrissy comes over to surprise Billy after cheer practice. If only she knew what she would find when she let herself in.

The cheer team were sitting on the bleachers watching the basketball team practice for the big game this Friday. Shirts vs skins, the kings of Hawkins, Steve and Billy were focused on each other. The reigning ruler of Indiana and the sovereign surfer of California, one on one upon the court. Steve was sweating bullets, barely able to keep up with his fellow senior. Meanwhile Billy was glistening, his toothy smile taunting Harrington as he easily blocked and maneuvered his body to successfully get the ball and make it into the net.

Aside from the earthy brown eyes focusing on Hargrove, another pair had watched from afar. Blue as the sky in springtime after a long rainstorm. Having to quickly look away from the tanned and toned Adonis as his ocean orbs met hers. Chrissy’s pale cheeks glowed behind her manicured hand, feigning as if she wasn’t staring at him the moment she entered the gymnasium. He wasn’t stupid, he knew that she was looking, no, ogling him. Her little “good girl” front was merely a mask to everyone that knew her, Billy knew that it was all a ruse. She has needs, feelings, desires; she was only human after all, just like him.

Chrissy, his beloved Chrissy, the antithesis of his whole being: Kind, generous, and humble. Yet what they differed in terms of appearance and interests, they had a little more in common than they realized. Difficult upbringings, unfair pressure put on them from a young age, and having to maintain a stupid image that often resulted in some form of damage to their psyche. No one could have imagined that someone so goody two shoes would ever get involved with someone so dangerous.

Getting paired up for an assignment in English class was all that it took for the beast and the beauty to start seeing each other. Suddenly those late afternoons spent at the library were meant for more than answering questions for class. One date turned into a second, then a third, fourth, and so on. Young love is a beautiful gift, the kind that would keep on giving; sometimes in more ways than one.

The weekend finally arrived, Billy had the place to himself. No one to push him around or bother him, just him and his weights while blasting his mixtape at full volume. His grunts were like that of a wild animal, loud, guttural, and deep. His muscles flexing and relaxing with each motion, strengthening his body to its fullest potential. His curls stuck to his moistened forehead, droplets of sweat cascading down his beautiful form. His scent, a combination of natural body odor and musk mixed with the cigarette resting in the ashtray and the half can of beer left on the nearby shelf. Blood rushed from his heart throughout the rest of his form, but oddly enough it began to pool more in one specific place. Well for Billy, it wasn’t that strange to get a little excited after a good workout. He placed the weight back onto its support beam, turned off his tunes, and made his way to the bathroom. Normally a cold shower would do just the trick, but he remembered that he was all alone. Hargrove made sure that the front door was locked, the windows were shut, and the blinds were drawn in his room.

“Fuck… ooh…” Billy groaned as he cradled his pulsating hard on.

His shorts felt like a prison on his cock, so tight and sealed around himself. Billy palmed his aching center, biting down on his lip as he eased himself into the delicious pressure of his hand. He wasn’t the kind of person to whip it, jerk it, then take a nap. Billy loved the anticipation, the build up, the calm before the storm. If there was one thing that he knew, it was the importance of taking his time. This was true for himself and his partners. Foreplay was like a second language to him, an art form that he relished in. Who better to receive it than himself?

He stood before his reflection, thick fingers tracing along the curved imprint within the material of his shorts. A delicious tactile examination of the shape, circumference, and weight of his erection. Even if he was the embodiment of Narcissus, so what? At least Billy could do what that deity could not, truly enjoy himself beyond just staring at his reflection. He softly gasped at the sensation of the cool air embracing his dick, tossing the meager red shorts aside to an unknown corner. DaVinci himself could have never sculpted a more impressive man. His cock twitched as did his muscles, little over a half hard by the looks of it. His large hand held the hot and pulsating organ, sliding it between his compressed fingers. His eyes focused on the incredible cock both in his fist and in the mirror. Suddenly, he can feel his legs start to lock up, heading straight for his mattress to continue.

Saturday’s cheer practice left Chrissy feeling as if her legs were made of jelly, yet still she biked down the long stretch of road to his home. What better way to spend the day than with her beloved? She figured that maybe they could stay in to watch a movie and simply enjoy each other’s company. Her heart soared at the sight of his Camaro, the only car in the driveway. Chrissy fished for the duplicate key that he gifted to her recently, no one else, not even Max knew about it. She thought that maybe it would be fun to surprise him, walking her bike around to the back door instead. Carefully and quietly letting herself in, her olfactory senses taking in the smell of cigarettes and booze; as well as himself. Billy had a certain distinct scent that made her body tingle. Something strangely primal awakened in her the first time her nostrils caught a whiff of him; the same was said for him towards her natural odor.

Her ears caught the sound of heavy breathing. Was he hurt? Did he push himself too much with his exercises? And why did Chrissy feel a dull sensation between her thighs? She creeped over to the source, she was so close.

“Chrissy…” he groaned.

She quietly pressed her back against the wall. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe she should just get out and leave! She covered her mouth and stayed perfectly still. There’s no way he could have seen her!

“Oh, ooh, Chrissy… mmm, baby.”

There it was, the dullness had returned this time a little stronger. It felt nice, better than nice. Chrissy gulped when he called her name again, feeling it crawl into her ear and shoot straight down to her pussy. Her mind tried to fill in the blank, but she shook her head. No! Don’t be dirty! Get your mind out of the gutter! Chrissy decided that a quick peek would indicate that her thoughts were incorrect, even though her heart and her hips said otherwise. She motioned herself closer, peaking over the wall to get a better look.

Hard, hot, and sweaty were the three words to best describe such an incredible moment. Her blue eyes took in every detail of his form: The crease between his furrowed eyebrows, the rising and falling of his chest, the flexing muscles along his thighs, the way his toes curled his bedsheets. And his hand, his big, strong hand touching his hard on like that. The way he called her name was certainly not quenching the fire growing within her as well. She had to look away, but her eyes were glued to the golden skinned surfer. His lovely locks draped around his head like a pretty halo.

Chrissy turned away and looked down at her lower half, there was an unusual moistened sensation between her thighs. She shouldn’t do it, she’s been told that touching yourself is bad and “good girls” never do such “sinful” things. Her hand moved slowly into her skirt, lithe fingers confirming the fact that she was wet. Maybe if she just squeezed herself then she could get rid of this feeling and head out. She bit down on her lip, refusing to let a little moan from emitting. It didn’t help, but it felt oh so good. Lightly gripping her covered mons pubis had excited her, but she had to remain quiet.

“Take it, fucking take it Chrissy, yeah that’s right. Ooh, you’re a good girl,” Billy growled.

“Fuck it,” she whispered, letting her legs guide her to the door frame. “Billy.”

His eyes shot straight open, hand gripping harder at the sight of his love. A playful smirk stretched across his face, “Am I dreaming or is that you Cunningham?”

“Billy,” she whined, her face like a rose, her own flower blossoming open.

He knew that look, he’d seen it many, many times with others; it suited Chrissy. Billy sat up and batted his eyelashes, spreading his thighs to reveal more of himself. Chrissy couldn’t believe her eyes, her heart beat boomed loudly in her ears at such a delectable sight. Her mouth started to water, the pulsations within her growing.

“Here kitty, kitty,” Billy chuckled as he curled his finger. “Come here, yeah that’s a good girl.”

She stood before him, hands at her side and her eyes on the most beautiful man she’s ever seen. She lifted her skirt, unable to hide her playful smile. Billy’s long fingers followed the shape of her trembling lips along her panties, so wet and soft. He leaned forward and kissed the little bit of belly peeking out from above. Such a simple act should have not made her feel so breathless, yet it did. His lovely lips gifted her stomach, hips, and thighs with more smooches, purposely avoiding the one place where she wanted him most.

“Billy, you’re mean,” she grumbled impatiently.

Her little coo after gently snapping her panties made him chuckle, “You’re sweet when you’re angry.”

She crossed her arms, “I’m not angry, I’m- Ooh!”

Chrissy’s eyes widened at the touch of his needy palms grabbing her rear. Softly squishing her plush, little cheeks together before letting them slide down his fingers. Billy breathed in her delectable scent, mouth watering at the irresistible aroma. Pressing his nose to her undergarments to get a better whiff, he could practically taste her.

“Take them off Billy,” she groaned.

Her wish was his command, fingertips graciously removing them. Even though she was fully clothed, the thrill of being bare beneath her uniform only made her excitement heighten. She immediately climbed on top of him, securely wrapping her arms around his neck to share a long and intimate kiss. Their tongues performed a passionate tango, pushing, dipping, and slithering against each other before they had to break away for air.

“Billy, I want you,” she confessed, looking into his crystal clear eyes.

His hands firmly grasped her hips, motioning her lower lips along his shaft, relishing in her moans, “You want me?” His lips pecked her jawline, “How do you want me?” Another one upon her neck, “Come on, tell me.”

All she could muster up were squeals. The contrast between his gentle kisses and fingers digging into her flesh made her mind go into a whirl. The heat of his cock along her moistened lips was so incredibly welcoming. She needed to have more of him, she wanted to touch his skin. Chrissy hurried and removed her top, pushing her bare breasts upon his pecs. Billy moved her back so he could admire the pretty pair, tanned fingers caressing the small bundles, thumb and forefinger gingerly teasing her pebbled nipple.

“Your tits are perfect, Chrissy,” he stated, giving her other nipple a kiss. “So soft, perky, and beautiful.”

She was at a loss for words when he held it between his lips, another moan trickling out. He showed her teat with the kind of love that she never knew she needed. Gently suckling while the tip of his tongue twirled it with precise ease. She bounced at the pleasant tightening around her nipple when he hollowed his cheeks. Billy kept his sights on her, his mind taking in every little movement, every expression, and each sound that spilled from her throat. She loved this, she loved his attentive mouth and how he was using it.

Chrissy wiped away the little line of drool by his lip after he pulled his head back and released her with a wet pop, “Billy, oh my god…”

He nuzzled his nose to her flesh, tracing the shape of her chest as he approached her other one. The bulbous tip of his nose circled her nipple, letting his mouth finish the job before taking a hold of it.

“Oh, ooh, oh Billy…” Chrissy moaned as she played with his sunshine curls. “Harder, please harder.”

He obliged, trying to stop himself from smiling around her. Widening his jaw as much as he could, sheltering her breast within his warm mouth. Chrissy dotted the top of his head with kiss after kiss, closing her eyes as she allowed her pleasure to wash over her. He freed her once more and she looked down to admire his work. She was extra sensitive now, that was especially evident when he blew cool air on them. Billy brought her in for another round of deep, tongue filled kisses. Their bodies rolled over until her back was to the mattress. His hands followed the soft curves of her form, so soft and so delicate. She touched his hollowed cheek, the caressings further encouraging him to suck on her more and more until he released her.

Chrissy looked down at her nipples, so hard and so sensitive. The skin of her pale flesh was a lovely shade of light red. She delicately touched the stimulated surfaces, letting out a gentle whimper. Billy planted more kisses from her chest down to her belly, snuggling his face closer to her as he approached her cheer skirt. He sat up and held her leg, continuing to press more kisses upon her skin; proceeding to remove her sneakers and socks before giving her feet little pecks. He admired the coy and playfully shy young woman smiling at him. Her lithe fingers trailing her smaller form, never breaking eye contact as she lifted her legs and spread them.

“Fuck, babe, you’re so sexy,” Billy groaned as he slid her skirt off, and then slithered his tongue into her.

“Oh! Oh god!” Chrissy moaned, tightly grasping his curls. “Y-Yes! Yes!”

He was a menace with that reptilian tongue of his, tucking it between both sets of lower lips. Ravishing her with long and slow strokes, collecting and swallowing her incredibly delicious nectar. He savored her pussy, the tip of his tongue twirling the shape of her clitoris before wrapping his lips around it. The sounds of his wet mouth filled her ears, hips rising to deepen the connection between the two of them. Inner muscles clenching and spasming, thighs shaking, and heart pounding.

“Billy!” She cried out when he hummed around her pulsating button. “O-Oh god!”

Her legs wrapped him up nicely in a tight and warm embrace. Her eyes tried to focus on the beach boy’s performance, meeting his ocean orbs for a moment. He stopped briefly, taking in the lovely sight of the blushing cheerleader. Chrissy played with the ringlet curls that framed his sculpted face, giving him a shy smile as if he wasn’t just going down on her seconds ago. His smile was genuine, flirtatious of course, but authentic nonetheless. Soft and sweet were those pink lips upon her reddening flesh. His eyes half lidded, teeth gingerly squishing her petals without leaving any markings. She giggled, nibbling her bottom lip when he nuzzled his face between her legs once more. Gifting her vulva and labia with his hungry mouth, showing her mercy as Billy eased his pace.

She sighed blissfully, letting herself slide further down the hills of satisfaction, “Ooh… oh yeah, oh fuck.”

“You like it right there, baby?” Billy asked in an almost mocking tone, knowing what the answer was when her body experienced another delicious jolt. “Come here Chrissy, that’s it sweet girl.”

There didn’t seem to be any point in him telling her to move as he eased her up and positioned her exactly where he wanted her. In her daze she was able to get a glimpse of the blonde man resting comfortably below her. Looking nice and pretty beneath her cream colored thighs, tanned fingers giving her ass a playful squeeze.

Her voice was so tender, “Billy, could I do something while you eat me out?”

God she was so sweet, he wanted to do the work, but he was curious, “Yeah, do whatever you want.”

She let out a little coquettish hum as she turned around and got herself into position. She laid across his stomach, sheepishly sliding across his torso, and slowly motioning her pussy and ass in the process of getting closer to his cock. Billy dug his nails into her legs when he felt her tongue slowly circle his fleshy head, his brain trying to make the connection of her plan.

“Oh! Ooh… mmm,” he grunted, making sure to keep his hips planted into the mattress.

Chrissy giggled as she teased his hard on, cradling him with her warm hands. She could only imagine what he must have looked like: Eyes shut, hair around his blushing face, and an expression that was caught between pleasure and having to hold back from finishing. Her tongue followed his exact shape and circumference, fingertips lightly brushing along the veins, adoring the way he growled.

She looked over her shoulder, “Billy are you gonna keep going?”

His mouth returned to her puffy petals, delighting in the delicacy of seconds just for him. Chrissy had nearly lost her grip, having to force herself to stay down rather than arch up. Taking that moment to engulf him as much as her mouth would allow. He was big, he didn’t see himself as pornstar big (even though he wished he was), but Chrissy was more than happy to take whatever he had to offer. She tried to focus on bobbing her head, trying to breathe through her nostrils all while attempting to not think about the expertise tongue work of her boyfriend. Sucking in her cheeks, gingerly massaging his tightened sack, and jerking off whatever she couldn’t fit. Billy was no stranger to having his dick sucked, regardless if he was standing, sitting, or currently doing the old 69 with her. He enjoyed it as much as the next guy, but not as much as giving his partners pleasure. Chrissy deserved more, so much more than anyone he was with prior.

Chrissy was about to take him again, suddenly finding herself gasping when his fingers gripped her legs, “B-Billy!”

He was ravenous, drinking from her like a parched animal after finally finding water in the desert. Her feeble attempt to return was cut short by the hot, rushing bolts surging through her. She pressed her cheek upon his stomach, inching back to feel more of him. He basked in her incredible taste and intoxicating moans. Smirking deviously along her pussy as she screamed with delight, her hips thrusting upon his perfect mouth. As much as he loved the sight of her pulsating center and lovely ass, he missed looking at her beautiful face.

He sat up and cradled her in his arms, pecking her forehead as he whispered in that gentle tone of his. “I’m here Chrissy, I’m here.” He moved her bangs away from her moistened face, “I love you.”

Chrissy nuzzled into his warm chest, sensing the vibration of his beating heart upon her cheek. She was loved, adored, and spoiled silly by him. Her mind felt as if she were floating, body weightless and soaring to a heightened state of growing ecstasy.

“I love you Billy,” she whispered against his breast, lips softly sprinkling kisses upon his pectorals.

Billy watched the way her needy mouth wandered along the lining of his chest. Princess pink lips along sun kissed flesh, her tongue slithering out in the process. He let out a soft moan, curious to know what she would do next. He was never one to let his partners do anything to him, aside from sucking his dick. To his surprise, she navigated her tongue closer and closer to his nipple. Lathering the hardened bud with careful licks and gentle kisses, a quiet hum escaping her throat. His jaw dropped as he witnessed her eagerly take it between her lips, sucking on it softly. He could sense his cock twitching, his brain experiencing a pleasant tingling sensation. Her hand slid from his belly to his other nipple, twirling it around before softly dialing it. Why has he denied himself this great feeling? His blue eyes met hers, caressing her locks as she switched to the other. Her mouth started to venture down, making every effort to kiss as much of his flesh until she reached his cock once more.

Billy craned his neck back, his moans and praises made her lower half tremble. He held up her locks, focusing his attention on the seemingly shy lady give him an incredible performance. He nearly choked when her hand reached down to hold his stiffened sack, gingerly massaging his two fleshy bundles between her fingers.

“Fuck, babe… ooh Chrissy…”

Chrissy fluttered her eyelashes, looking up at him briefly, her mind taking notes of his face. The scrunched up eyebrows, his bitten down lower lip, the way his eyes struggled to stay open. She may not be a connoisseur of pornographic magazines like him, yet this was one of the sexiest images that her brain would forever imprint. Touching and teasing his manhood with precision, sinking in her cheeks as she slowly, very slowly went down on him. Chrissy had often fantasized about him in the early hours of the morning, losing herself in a world of incredible fantasy; well she no longer had to imagine anymore.

“Chrissy, stop, please stop, stop.”

She felt her heart drop, “Did I do something wrong?”

He was quick to reassure her with a kiss and a smile, “No baby, no you’re amazing. I just… I don’t want to cum yet. Not until you do it first. Come here.”

Two nude bodies held onto one another, sharing a beautiful series of kisses. Soft and gentle exchanges as their hands traced every inch of skin that they could find until their fingers intertwined. Softly rolling upon the mattress, he kept her close to ensure her safety, being careful not to put all of his weight on her. If only he knew how much she loved the feeling of being practically crushed by him.

“Billy…” Chrissy groaned. “Billy, please, please fuck me.”

His chuckle made her spine tingle, “Anything for you, Chrissy.”

She was more than ready, looking up at him with nothing but love in those lust driven, delirious eyes. His big hands traced her form from shoulders to hips, wanting to remember everything about this moment. He proceeded to spread her legs, kissing her thighs one more time before grabbing his rock hard cock.

“Stop me if it’s too much, okay?”

She offered him a love sick smile as she nodded. Even in her state, she could feel her heart burst with joy when he said that. Billy may have been a bad boy, but he knew about the importance of safety and choice. Chrissy’s nails began to dig into his shoulders, oh god the tip was in. He waited for a moment, she told him to keep going and he obeyed. Her squealing grunts did not come from a place of pain. Her mind set off multiple jolts from the careful stretching between her legs. Sparks ran up and down her form as Billy continued, trying her best to wrap her legs around his torso. He kissed her, soft and delicate smooches suddenly becoming desperate and hungry. His thrusts were easy, never hard or forceful, considerate of her size and aware of his own length as he pushed and pulled. Chrissy couldn’t not focus on the way her pussy adjusted around him, her walls closing in on the hunk of veined flesh erotically invading her. Lower half snuggling him in and twitching when he retreated, only to come back. The rhythm was good, no better than good, it was truly wonderful.

Chrissy looked down at the way her mons pubis bulged with each thrust, eyes widening at the delicious sight. Her fingers gripped at his curls, “Oh, don’t stop, oh fuck!”

Billy’s sense of orgasmic need was building up higher and higher, he wanted to make love, he wanted to fuck. He knew very well which head was in charge now. His hands made base near the sides of her head, his hips starting to pick up the pace. Their entwined forms were receptive to each and every motion, holding on with no indication of letting go. Two sets of eyes centering on each other, their breathing hot and heavy upon their faces. She held his sweaty face, reaching up to lick the beads along his neck and jawline before engaging in another tongue filled smooch.

He held her wrists down and growled in her ear, “Get ready for the workout of your life.”

The world around them meant nothing to them. Neither of them gave a damn if the neighbors or wild animals could hear. Chrissy could no longer indicate his swimsuit model or rock band posters, all he could center his attention on was her and only her. This felt like a dream, a dream that neither of them wanted to wake up from, oh please let things stay like this for just a bit longer. Well this was clearly no dream, Chrissy could feel everything and so could Billy. The way he buried himself within her, the way she could feel herself getting stuffed, emptied, and filled again and again. The difference in hand size as his fingers easily held down her wrists. The heightening screams filled his eardrums, how her skin gleamed with sweat and glowed such a beautiful shade of pinkish red. Their pupils were large, overtaking whatever was left of their blue irises. Neither of them could look away, even when both sets of eyes were struggling to stay open. Heart rates rising, their breathing suddenly so quick to escape, and bodies flooding with such intense heat and hormones.

The seal between their joined hips was never broken as their tongues danced. Chrissy loved the way he put his weight on her, closing the gap between them as much as he could. Choosing to support himself with his forearms, kissing her palms when she held his face. He suckled on her thumb, gingerly nibbling on it before releasing it. He bent down to tease her nipples again, keeping a solid rhythm of sucking that nearly matched his lower half. Chrissy shut her eyes, unable to focus on anything except pleasure and the ways in which he gave it to her. She had to let go, she wanted to let herself drown, thank goodness he was a lifeguard.

Chrissy cried out, “I- I- I’m cumming!”

She grabbed his sunshine curls and kissed him again, biting down and then tugging on his lower lip. Billy smirked at the sight of watching her come undone, her body finally allowing itself to just let loose. His strong arms kept her close, planting her face and neck with quick smooches.

His voice was breathy and still so gentle, “That’s it, oh fuck… cum Chrissy. Cum…”

Her fingers clutched at his roots, legs tightly crossed around his body, jaw wide open. She let out the loudest moan that her tiny body could muster, the sound echoing from the hallway and back into his room. To hear such a wild and uncensored harmony made Billy’s heart soar and cock spill. Filling her and feeling himself surrounded by the natural concoction of themselves within her warm and wet mound. The two of them waited, still in their position as the world around them began to return to the way it had before. He could hear her breathing, she could feel the wet sheets beneath her, they could both see each other. He laid beside her, easing her into his arms and rocking her gently. She smiled against his chest, face buried between his pecs. Happily kicking her feet upon his bed, he couldn’t help but find that moment to be so irresistible.

He then reached over and grabbed himself a cigarette, just the one for him, she preferred not to engage with tobacco. She looked up and watched the way he easily flipped the lighter open, flicked the switch, and lit the white end. The burning embers mixed with the product, his throat taking in a long, slow drag of the filter before letting the gray cloud escape his lips. He looked down at the woman with infatuation in her eyes, chuckling when she rubbed her face into his neck, clinging to him like a koala before the spell of sleep began to take over. Billy’s fingers ran through her strawberry locks, helping her fall deeper into a pleasant slumber.

“I love you Chrissy.”

He meant it. This wasn’t a ploy or a scripted line that he would say to her just to make her feel good about herself. Every time he said it, there was true generosity and kindness behind that phrase. One thing was certain, Billy would do everything to keep her safe. To love her in a way that he never thought he could. He often wondered who on earth could love a beast like him that was only known for his body. She could see that there was something more to him, he had an inkling towards the beauty as well.

He wanted more moments like this, not just sex, but quiet moments of closeness. Perhaps there was a definite chance that such moments could happen. For now all he wanted was to be with her, to hold her. He snuffed out the light in his dirty ashtray and kissed her forehead, sweetly whispering her name before letting himself fall asleep as well.

They were definitely going to be sore tomorrow.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Vil dieting the SDC crew is another thing the localization tweaked from JP. Vil calls sweets and soft drinks the (future) cause of their obesity (肥満) in CH 22 and puts them on an obvious weight loss diet of chicken breast and veggies even in EN. There are different perspectives about how to consolidate the localization vs original, and I think it’s useful to be aware of both of them.

[Referencing this post!]

***Content warning: discussion on dieting!***

Yes, one notable change between JP and EN is the censorship of many mentions of weight. This is particularly noticeable in regards to Azul’s backstory, in which his being overweight is not mentioned. I believe this occurred because people in the west are more sensitive when it comes to that subject (again, NOT confirmed, just my hunch).

In the original post, I was speaking based on a reading of the episode from TWST JP and pointing out major changes between JP and EN (altered terminology and cut content). Vil does indeed have dialogue in JP in which he states he will watch the other boys’ figures; it doesn’t necessarily mean he wants them to actively lose weight. It means he wants them to maintain a healthy weight and to build muscle; Vil is not saying anyone is currently in need of losing weight. Rather, he says the change in diet is to help “thoroughly tone” their bodies (in reference to muscles; ie “whipping them into shape”). They will need this muscle for their performance and endurance on stage.

As I said before, the detail of Vil “watching their figures” is not present in EN. Instead, he makes a general statement about how their “minds and bodies” must be like mirrors, perfectly polished. I neglected to mention the difference in the original post as it didn’t make a huge difference in understanding the overall story.

In both JP and EN, Vil still cites optimal nutritional intake as the main reason for implementing a new diet for the VDC/SDC group. He confiscates everyone’s snacks because they are often rich in simple carbohydrates, which aren’t as filling but usually come in high calorie processed foods. They’re just counterproductive for performers to consume, as it prompts a person to eat more and overshoot recommended daily caloric intakes.

I just wanted to clarify that while a low calorie, high protein diet (ie the chicken and vegetables) can help with weight loss, it’s also not a “starvation diet” as some have interpreted it to be; both Vil and Rook say that the menu is meant to meet their nutritional needs for rigorous dance and singing practice. Vil also allows Epel and co. to have healthy items in moderation such as nuts, dried fruits, and apple juice; he does not ban all snacks. It wouldn’t make sense if Vil underfed his fellow performers, as this would hinder the entire group and thus his chances at defeating his rival. “Dieting” is not always inherently tied to wanting to lose weight; “dieting” is simply a change in one’s eating habits, which can be done for a variety of reasons.

The fact that EN still retains the details of the diet but cuts out the weight mention leads me to believe the primary intent of the diet is to make sure the boys are eating healthily. Knowing the alterations between JP and EN isn’t necessary to enjoy TWST, but I think the awareness of them helps with understanding cultural differences and how that can impact the presentations and fandom perceptions of characters, scenes, and motivations. For example, 肥満 (which can translate to obesity (medical term) or general excess weight (general term) sounds less… harsh in Japan? If that makes sense?? But the same term in English is seen as taboo due to differences in cultural attitudes surrounding weight. So Vil mentioning obesity in JP isn’t a huge issue, whereas it could be seen as offensive if the localizers had brought the line over to EN.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst en #twisted wonderland en #Vil Schoenheit #Azul Ashengrotto #Rook Hunt #notes from the writing raven #tw // dieting #Epel Felmier #Pomefiore #disney twisted wonderland

[banannabethchase]

got a prompt that’s been bugging me. Read ‘Tamed’ by ChicksDigBards and it got me thinking about sincere vs performative submission (“I’m begging because I’m desperate” vs “I’m begging because I know what the sound of me begging does to you”) and it got me imagining Hangman going to Moxley because he’s tired of being strictly performative with past and/or current partners and wants someone he thinks can genuinely force his submission for the first time. 😳😳

Beg

Okay this fic was HARD to write (as evidenced by it taking me almost 3 months to fill) so I went a little atypical with it. I hope you like what I did!

Under a cut because. Well. You know.

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“Please,” Adam gasps. “God, don’t make me wait. Mox, please.” He struggles against the press of Mox’s hands against his wrists, aching for more contact, more pressure, more anything.

Adam knows how he got here, knows the request was his and his alone. But, fuck, if Mox didn’t give him exactly what he wants in the worst possible way.

“Look at you,” Mox says, almost worshipful. “You thought you couldn’t be moved to the point of begging, and here you are.” He runs a finger along Adam’s cheek and Adam tilts his head, catching the tip of his finger in his mouth. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

“Experiment’s a success,” Adam laughs, desperate and squirming. “You did it. You made me beg. Now please just – something. Give me anything.”

Adam watches as Mox’s eyebrow wiggles. “Anything?”

“Don’t like, kick me in the nuts, but fuck me or something, god.”

Mox stares at his face for a moment, making Adam feel known and seen and exposed in a way he’s never experienced. Eyes still locked on his, Mox moves his hand and waits. Like he’s waiting to see what Adam will do.

When he can’t resist it anymore, Adam pushes himself up and wraps his hand around the back of Mox’s neck, dragging him into the kind of kiss that only feeds the flame inside of him. The problem is Adam doesn’t even know what he wants right now, not specifically, he just wants hands on him and maybe a mouth again.

He whines against Mox’s lips, remembering the creative things they had been doing around his cock. Mox’s tongue slides into his mouth and it turns Adam’s bones to liquid. He wants to surround himself with Mox.

“Fuck me,” he gasps against Mox’s lips. “That’s – I want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah?” Mox asks. He pulls back and smiles. “Ask pretty, baby. I know you know how to beg.”

Adam drops his head back against the pillow. “Please fuck me, Mox. I can’t wait anymore, I need something.” His chest tightens. “Please.”

“Beautiful,” Mox says, and he reaches to the bedside table and pulls out a condom. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

Adam can’t even breathe until Mox’s fingers are inside him. It’s a relief, a bit, but nothing close to quelling the fire that’s burning inside of him.

“Now,” Adam pleads. “Mox, I’m ready, please.”

“Alright, hold your horses,” Mox says. He looks at Adam again with those kind eyes and that sweet gaze. “I gotta say, Cowboy, this isn’t what I expected to do after a Dynamite, but hell if I’m complaining.”

When Mox slides home, Adam finally can relax. He can almost feels his muscles unwinding, the tension flooding out of him.

“Jesus,” Mox says, tone damned near reverent. “You really did need it, didn’t you?”

Adam, eyes closed, nods as Mox starts moving. “Mhm.”

He doesn’t know how much time passes before he’s about to come. He doesn’t know what words he’s said, what words Mox has spoken. But he’s able to grip Mox’s arm as a warning.

“Of course,” Mox says gently. Adam opens his eyes to drown in blue sweetness and a smile. “Go ahead, baby. I got you.”

It’s a wave building to a glorious crest, and Adam’s brain finally feels at ease. He lifts his hips to meet up Mox’s thrusts, then flips them.

“Oh,” Mox says, landing on his back. “Alright, then.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Adam says with a grin. “Let me have this.”

Mox nods, suddenly serious. “Anything you want.”

#HangMox #This prompt put me through the fuckin ringer my dudes #wtf i like wrestling now??? #in which sara writes #madly in love with leather daddy jon moxley #anxious millennial dreamboat

[xirae]

Tbh I don't like the way the twink archetype is dealt with in gay circles. I feel like it gets dissed on in general in favor of more masc archetypes, under the guise of like fat-positivity or correcting the dominance of -the- gay archetype that allegedly everyone is attracted but without thinking about the effeminacy dynamics at play or the nuances of how thinness works for guys vs women.

Bc tbh I think "thin privilege" as it exists on the internet is a little more tailored for women than men. It addresses how women are pressured into being stick thin through a variety of social and cultural factors (bc even though many women don't get as much testosterone or w/e, they are pressured very far into how thin they can be), but this means it changes a little for men who don't have to be pushed as far. men very much have thin privilege, but in terms of the ideal masculine male archetype, He is not actually as thin a man he could be. Women are pressed to be so thin because at the end of the day, thinness is treated as a feminine trait. This makes thin privilege a bit different for men, who aren't pressured as much to be thin as much as not-fat. Not-fat isn't always good enough for women, but men are masculine, they build a little bit more muscle mass - so it's actually necessary to fill out a little to show this to be the ideal man. Pure thinness is a "lack" of testosterone - it's soy - so thin is a feminine trait whereas muscular is a masculine trait

Men are encouraged to be muscular, not so much as thin, in comparison to women. This does two things: first, the ideal male body type is not so much a thin guy but a lean-muscular guy or toned guy - where notably, fatness is still juxtaposed against muscle as well as thinness (a gym bro is just as ready as an obnoxious twink to call you fat). Second, guys who are thin after a certain point are seen as being feminine or effeminate (gross, frail, weak - waify). When a guy starts to be thin the way a woman culturally should be, they lose their hold on the male archetype and some of the privileges of hegemonic masculinity.

So like overall I find it really suspect twinks are singled out to rally against when there are plenty of other body types that rake in just as much thin privilege, many with the additional benefit of hegemonic masculinity. Like tbh idk if twinks are respected outside of being sex objects, like I almost want to say they experience hot-girl misogyny - yeah, "hot" with a capacity to be total bitches, but also not respected as persons outside of sex. The consequence of a twink not being attractive is she's some sort of a sissy fag who can't be taken seriously, but w/ muscular guys their physique still yields respect for them. But then there's the elephant in the room - twinks aren't the sole dominant body type! I honestly only know a few guys who are openly like "yeah, I prefer twinks." The rest are extremely into lifter physiques and like most every guy I know is working out to get as close to it as he can. Muscle is easily dominant ime. I don't think twinks struggle sexually, but that shouldn't be the sole rubric for whether an archetype is respected or not. Ppl single it out bc it's not thinness they care about, but rather rejecting effeminacy.

I saw this one guy say something like "I post my ass and get no attention (he got attention) but a twink will post his and get way more likes than me" and it's like ok maybe true I don't want to deny your experience but it's like where is this ire for muscle rats or twunks????? It's bc he identified with muscle and masculinity, and at the end of the day that's what's going on. Gay MEN are going to identify with MASCULINITY, and therefore they go to bat for the muscle against Team Twink. it's not rocket science, it's not malicious, and I often wonder if I'm like internally homophobic for being so critical of gay men and their attractions. They just really seem like the least liberated from sexuality individuals I have ever seen and have no awareness of larger social dynamics and fall for every hot muscular guy they see. But at the same time, it's the same for everyone - when someone identifies with a gay man, it's usually with normal guys or bears (somewhat justified bc they're often fat, but there's a lot of "but's" for another time); it's with the masc groups before the sissies. We live in a world of hegemonic masculinity, it's just what's respected and identified with in general!

#personal #personal theory

[rebuketheviolent]

griping about disability below the cut

i don’t complain about this much but lately it’s bugging me how fucking long it takes me vs everyone else i talk to to build up muscle tone because of my eds.

i’m much more sedentary at this point in my life and i was never a jock but i used to do like, coordinated swim, and ran regularly and did tae kwon do, and worked as a package handler loading commercial delivery trucks and hauling truck tires around, and my bodily tolerance for exercise never fucking changed no matter how long i kept at it. i almost couldn’t complete the mile in high school because i couldn’t breathe. i get winded so much faster than anyone, i get Exhausted, my whole body hurts from the feet up. and i inevitably spend the next few days in too much pain to take care of myself. and even if i try and push through it like all the pros with knees that work better than mine say it doesn’t change my body at all in terms of tone or endurance.

i would Love to not be little mr tiny arms that people just Have to say oh you’re so small to. i would love to broaden my shoulders especially and have actual tone to my body. i would love to have physical stamina so i can go on long hikes and days out with friends. but i physically can’t and it’s deeply frustrating.

#txt

[rainbow-femme]

So obviously in the fitness world there is a lot of fatphobia and people who are fitness trainers tend to have a lot of judgement for people who are bigger, absolutely not arguing that

However if you meet with a fitness trainer about building muscle and they keep pushing for a solid answer on “do you want to lose weight” fatphobia is not always the reason, there are various approaches to building muscle and whether you want to do it in a way that gains weight or loses it is going to impact both the approach to the work out and the suggested diet

I met with a personal trainer a few weeks ago and was in a similar “yeah if I lose weight that’s fine” approach but my trainer kept going back to losing or gaining as a goal and he explained it’s because he’s a former body builder and he used to have a work out and diet regiment around gaining weight because he was building large hard muscle and burning thousands of calories daily, whereas I was more looking for general toning and so something on the side of losing weight meant a focus on lean muscle over muscle mass. He showed me different diet plans and suggested calorie intakes for each goal and that if someone came in saying they wanted to build muscle but not lose weight they’d have a very specific work out and diet that might not actually be what they wanted because you would have to increase your intake to equalize what you’re burning

So if you’re talking to someone in a fitness training situation and they’re pushing you for a decision on that you can ask how the answer will impact the plan they’re putting together for you. If their answer is about you getting thin then that’s probably an issue vs if their answer is about trying to understand the outcome you want

[maddmuses]

Re: Naruto's physique and fitness routine

Time for weird fringe meta posts from Madd again. So broadly speaking, the anime and manga both simplify most examples of physique in the Naruto series, this makes sense as both productions were subject to crunch, and the physique of many characters was rarely a matter of detail.

But y'all know I'm a tad on the weird side so I'm going to talk about it.

Among animanga it's not entirely uncommon for a MC to be the "median" physically among the cast. Not too tall, not too short, not too big, not too thing. Unless possessing a specific quality is pertinent to their character, often through the narrative, such as Sena in Eyeshield 21 or Gon in hiatusXhiatus, it's rarely deviated from.

Accordingly, most drawings of Naruto's body are never showing anything exceptional as a young adult, although the anime (and manga towards the end) did portray him as a chubby kid he had a tendency to thin out before 13. If you want to know the source of this info it is found in Naruto 538.

This means that shinobi training, or at least the kind we know Naruto to get up to based on his training menus in both pieces of media, are very cardio intensive, as well he probably simply lost the weight. Though this weight loss is more than apparent, his physique on the anime side is a bit inconsistent and undetailed. Referring to the images towards the top of this post of the senjutsu training vs. what follows here:

Basically no toning lines defining or suggesting the muscles in his abdomen, which are definitely tones per above and here

Overall this is a good reference point. Throughout Shippuden, Naruto's build is definitely thin, but developed, so wiry would probably be the shorthand. It's evident that he can achieve significant physical feats both with and without chakra, consistent with a character who does a lot of calisthenics.

Being that Naruto is 5'6" tall during the Shippuden databooks (data on further physical growth uncertain after age 16/17ish but likely) it becomes apparent that this is probably a baseline build for most shinobi who are capable at taijutsu, but not strictly specialized, with an emphases on agility. Contrary to popular fandom perception, though Naruto's actual hitting style and close-up tactics tend to not be pretty, he is agile and mostly is mobile throughout a fight, particularly when employing the use of his shadow clones. A decent example can be found in ED 15.

Though he's adaptive through it depending on his opponent, the fact is that his style is pretty "hard" with a key emphasis on moving explosively and staying within striking range of his opponent. It's why her pursues his opponent even when dodging, and really only modulates his firing range against Tenten who is armed with a bo. We know it's a hard style, particularly when fighting Lee, as it's practically identical. One could probably call this "Strong Fist lite" as he's not employing any of the inherently exhausting techniques that require him to leap and flash step distances, but it's still tiring to stay that mobile even after four brief spars.

Seeing as it's not that different from what Konohamaru uses, and Naruto has the access, it's fair to assess that this is a pretty common style of fighting in Konoha, and thus a body that's optimal to use it is consistent among characters like Naruto and Lee who have these body types (and to a degree Konohamaru who does develop a similar build in adulthood).

Overall a body type that is compact and flexible is what we can extrapolate a detailed design of Naruto to be having. Particularly, while sleight, Naruto's shoulders are on the slightly broad side compared to other men who engage in this fashion of training, inheriting a slightly wideset nature from his Uzumaki family (pictured: his ancestor) and his mother, who was frequently compared to a tomato as a girl, and has more of a pear or rectangular shape to her body. This would probably also extend to his middle too, meaning he probably wouldn't develop an "inverted triangle" but rather more trapezoidal.

Overall I'm operating under the assumption that Naruto, beyond age 15, starts to develop some serious definition, though the mass doesn't start to become impressive until 17. Beyond that point, his mass never becomes offputtingly heavy, as maintenance of a body that is quick enough to conduct his style of taijutsu is necessary. Stylistically I would compare it to real-life De Niro or Lee, rather a point somewhere between them:

So overall, I think Naruto's actual regiment/menu as an adult includes:

-Taijutsu Sparring (when he can get it) -Weighted Free-Running Cardio around Konohagakure (at least an hour on an optimal day, but most days will go for roughly 20 km/12 miles per day) -Muscle Group-Targeted Weight Lifting (Based on day but has specific days for arms, chest, back, and legs) -10x10 calisthenics (pushups, pull-ups, sit-ups, squats) on a light day -15x10 calisthenics on a moderate day -20x10 calisthenics on a heavy day -10x100 punches on a heavy bag (still dressed like Kakashi)(Weight supplemented on leg and back days) -Meditation (15 minutes on a heavy day, 20 minutes on a moderate day, 30 minutes on a light day, 5/10/15 minutes practicing senjutsu meditation) -Practice Ninjutsu (30 minutes minimum, rounds up remaining time until training completion depending on the day)

Naruto's general training block in a day can range from 4-6 hours, though he will do 8 hours for an especially intense experience when he is a young adult and more or less doing only missions.

That's the post ig, have a good day!

#You'd Better Believe It!! (Naruto Uzumaki) #maddmeta

[hopefultacoalpaca]

Is CrossFit more effective than the gym?

CrossFit has become increasingly popular as a workout regimen, but there are still many who are unsure of its effectiveness compared to a traditional gym-based fitness program. In this blog, we'll explore the differences between CrossFit and the gym, and discuss which one is more effective for achieving fitness goals.

CrossFit has become one of the most popular fitness trends in recent years. It promises fast results, with many people claiming to have achieved a fit and toned body in a short amount of time. But is CrossFit really more effective than the gym?

The truth is that both CrossFit and the gym offer great ways to get in shape. However, there are some key differences between them.

CrossFit is a high-intensity workout program that combines elements of weight-lifting, cardiovascular exercises, and gymnastics. It focuses on functional movements to build strength and endurance. The exercises used in CrossFit are often complex and challenging, making them great for those looking for fast results.

The gym, on the other hand, tends to be more general and lower-intensity. It offers a wide variety of machines and exercises to work out with, but they are typically done at a much lower intensity than CrossFit workouts.

When it comes to comparing the results of CrossFit vs the gym, there is no clear winner. Both offer great results and can help you reach your fitness goals. However, those looking for a more intense and faster workout should consider CrossFit.

CrossFit is the ideal choice for those looking to achieve a toned and sculpted body in a short amount of time. It is especially beneficial for female athletes, as it is designed to target specific areas of the body and increase muscle definition. CrossFit also provides a range of different exercises, giving you the option to target different muscle groups and challenge your body in different ways.

At the end of the day, the best workout for you is the one that you will stick with and enjoy the most. CrossFit and the gym both offer great results, and the choice is up to you. So, if you’re looking to get in shape fast and effectively, consider giving CrossFit a try. Which is better for weight loss CrossFit or gym? When it comes to weight loss, there is no one-size-fits-all answer. Depending on your individual goals and requirements, one type of exercise may be more beneficial than another. Deciding between CrossFit and the gym is an important decision that can have a big impact on your health and fitness.

CrossFit and the gym offer different approaches to weight loss, each with their own advantages and disadvantages. It is important to understand the differences between the two before making a decision about which is better for weight loss.

CrossFit is a type of high-intensity interval training (HIIT) that involves a combination of bodyweight exercises, weightlifting, and cardio. It is designed to create a full-body workout that is intense, yet enjoyable. CrossFit workouts are designed to be short and intense, making them a great option if you are short on time. They also help build muscle, which can help with weight loss.

On the other hand, the traditional gym offers a more relaxed and varied approach. Gym workouts are generally longer and may include both cardio and weightlifting. Cardio helps burn calories and can be beneficial for weight loss, while weightlifting helps build muscle and improves overall body composition.

When it comes to weight loss, both CrossFit and the gym can be beneficial. It all depends on your individual goals and requirements. CrossFit can help you burn fat and build muscle in a shorter amount of time, while the gym offers a more relaxed approach and can help you build strength over time.

So which is better for weight loss: CrossFit or the gym? It all comes down to personal preference and which approach works best for you. Both approaches can be beneficial for weight loss, so it is important to find the one that is right for you.

For women, CrossFit can be a great way to get in shape and lose weight quickly. CrossFit workouts are intense and can help you build a lean and fit physique. On the other hand, the gym can help you build muscle, tone up, and burn fat over time. Both approaches can help you reach your weight loss goals, so it is important to choose the one that works best for you.

No matter which approach you choose, it is important to maintain balance in your diet and lifestyle. Eating a balanced diet and getting regular physical activity is key for achieving and maintaining a healthy body weight. Making healthy lifestyle changes can help you reach your weight loss goals and create a healthier, fitter you.

#bodyfitness #crossfit #crossfit girls #weight lifting

[dogbook-is-hell]

DISCLAIMER: I am taking this entire post directly off of “animals matter, stop the abuse” on Facebook. This is their post. I will say one thing in regards to the infographics and that is breeds have different variations of weight. An overweight greyhound might not look anything like an overweight lab, for example. Breed does matter, but it doesn’t justify abuse either.

The post:

fit vs starving

fit definition: in good health, especially because of regular physical exercise.

starving definition: suffering or dying from hunger.

fit dog: a dog that is lean, well built with muscle and balance throughout the body

just because an animals ribs are showing doesn’t mean it’s starving, however there is a big difference.

each dog breed is different, for example greyhounds show a lot of rib, they are built that way and it doesn’t mean every single one of them is starving. Labrador retrievers however, usually wont show alot of rib, usually no rib at all, they can still be fit and lean, just build differences. some dog breeds wont show muscle at all/very little, that doesn’t mean they are fat, it’s just their build.

the “tuck” of the dog is an area right before the pelvic bones, this is a very common factor on how people tell if your dog is ”fit” or not. however, this doesn’t work for every breed (like i’ve stated before) as each once has a different build, coat type, muscle tone, and ideal weight.

starving is not ok!!!! starving includes all ribs showing, extremely defined pelvic bones, back ridge showing and sometimes tail bone. not all cases are *that* extreme but still need proper attention.

remember to kindly try to educate before stepping in with animal control/legal action.

here are some examples of FIT vs STARVING:

#dogbook is hell #dogbook #dog #dogs #dogblr #facebook #dog snob #weight #pet #infographic #education #pictures #fit dogs #chunky culture isnt cute

[fitnessunion]

Back pain – a modern-day nemesis that plagues millions. Whether it's a dull ache or a sharp pang, it can disrupt your daily routine and leave you yearning for relief. But fear not, fellow sufferers! There's hope beyond pain relievers and restricted movement. Enter the world of yoga and Pilates – powerful tools for back pain management, suitable for everyone, including men. Let's dispel the myth that these practices are "soft" or feminine. They're effective strategies for building core strength, improving flexibility, and ultimately, reducing back pain. • Back pain plagues millions, but yoga and Pilates offer powerful, drug-free solutions. • Both practices target weak core muscles, tight hamstrings, and poor posture – common culprits behind back woes. • There's no single "best" option. Choose yoga for flowing movements and meditation, or Pilates for controlled, equipment-based exercises. • Yoga and Pilates aren't just for flexibility! They benefit men too, building strength, reducing stress, and preventing injuries. • Consistency is key! Aim for 2-3 sessions per week for optimal results. Understanding Back Pain: The Root of the Problem Weak core muscles, tight hamstrings, and poor posture are common culprits behind back woes (Harvard Health Publishing, 2023). These factors can misalign your spine, putting undue stress on your back muscles and joints. The good news? Yoga and Pilates target these very issues. Yoga vs. Pilates: Choosing Your Back Pain Warrior Yoga: This ancient practice combines physical postures (asanas), breathing exercises (pranayama), and meditation. Yoga focuses on building strength, flexibility, and balance, all of which contribute to a healthy back. Specific yoga poses can target tight muscles, improve core engagement, and promote proper spinal alignment (National Institutes of Health, 2022). Pilates: Developed in the early 20th century, Pilates emphasizes core strengthening and controlled movements. Pilates exercises often utilize specialized equipment like reformers and stability balls, but mat-based Pilates is equally effective. Similar to yoga, Pilates improves core strength, posture, and flexibility, ultimately reducing back pain (Mayo Clinic, 2023). So, which one reigns supreme? The truth is, there's no single "best" option. Both yoga and Pilates offer significant benefits for back pain management. Here's how to choose: Consider your preferences: Do you enjoy flowing movements and meditation (yoga) or more controlled, equipment-based exercises (Pilates)? Listen to your body: Start with a beginner class in both disciplines and see which feels more comfortable and effective for you. Consult a healthcare professional: If you have pre-existing back conditions, getting guidance from a doctor or physical therapist can help you choose the most suitable practice. Benefits Beyond Back Pain Relief: Why Men Should Embrace Yoga and Pilates Here's a wake-up call for the gents... Yoga and Pilates aren't just for flexibility enthusiasts. These practices offer a treasure trove of benefits for men, including: Improved Strength and Muscle Tone: Building core strength is crucial for overall fitness and injury prevention. Yoga and Pilates effectively target core muscles, leading to a stronger, more sculpted physique. Enhanced Flexibility: Tight muscles can contribute to back pain and movement limitations. Yoga and Pilates stretches improve flexibility, allowing for a wider range of motion and reduced risk of injury. Stress Reduction: Both practices incorporate elements ofmindfulness and breathwork, proven to reduce stress and improve mental well-being (American Psychological Association, 2020). Injury Prevention: Strong core muscles and improved flexibility translate to better support for your spine and joints, reducing the risk of future back problems. FAQs: Your Back Pain Battleground Questions Answered Q: I'm a complete beginner. Can I still do yoga or Pilates?

Absolutely! Most studios offer beginner classes specifically designed for newcomers. There are also plenty of online resources and tutorials tailored for beginners. Q: How often should I practice yoga or Pilates to see results? Aim for at least 2-3 sessions per week for optimal results. Consistency is key! Q: Will yoga or Pilates make me look bulky? No, these practices focus on building lean muscle and improving flexibility, not bulking you up. Q: I have a bulging disc in my back. Can I still do yoga or Pilates? It's crucial to consult a healthcare professional before starting any new exercise program, especially if you have a pre-existing condition like a bulging disc. They can advise you on whether yoga or Pilates is safe for you and may recommend modifications to avoid further injury. Q: Can yoga or Pilates help me lose weight? While not solely focused on weight loss, both yoga and Pilates can contribute to weight management. They can help you burn calories and build muscle, which can boost your metabolism. However, for significant weight loss, a combination of exercise and a healthy diet is recommended. Q: I don't have time for long workouts. Are there shorter routines that can still help my back? Absolutely! Both yoga and Pilates offer shorter routines that can still be effective for back pain management. Look for "gentle yoga for back pain" or "Pilates for lower back pain" videos online. Even 15-20 minutes of practice a few times a week can make a difference. Q: What if I find a yoga or Pilates class intimidating? Don't worry! Most studios have a welcoming atmosphere, and instructors are there to guide you. Remember, everyone starts somewhere, and most classmates are focused on their own practice. Q: Can I hurt myself doing yoga or Pilates? Injury is always a possibility with any exercise. However, the risk is minimized by starting with beginner classes, focusing on proper form, and listening to your body. Don't hesitate to ask the instructor for modifications if you experience any pain. Q: I'm not very flexible. Will I be able to do yoga or Pilates? Absolutely! Yoga and Pilates are excellent ways to improve flexibility. Many poses can be adapted for different levels of ability. Focus on your own progress, not comparing yourself to others. Q: What should I wear to a yoga or Pilates class? Comfort is key! Wear loose-fitting clothing that allows for freedom of movement. Breathable fabrics are ideal, especially for yoga, which can involve some sweating. Q: Do I need any special equipment for yoga or Pilates? For most beginner yoga or mat-based Pilates classes, you won't need any equipment. Some Pilates studios might utilize specialized equipment like reformers or stability balls, but these can often be modified for mat exercises. Final Thoughts Remember, conquering back pain is a journey, not a destination. Embrace yoga or Pilates (or even both!), prioritize proper form, and listen to your body. With consistent practice, you'll be well on your way to a stronger, pain-free back and a healthier you. Ready to take charge of your back pain and build a stronger, healthier you? Find a local yoga or Pilates studio offering beginner classes, or explore the abundance of free online resources to get started on your journey. Remember, consistency is key! With dedication and proper form, you can experience the transformative power of yoga or Pilates. https://fitness-union.com/back-in-action-conquering-back-pain-with-yoga-or-pilates-for-men-too/real-blog-posts/general/?feed_id=992&_unique_id=662ce68fedf10

#Fitness_Encouragement #General #Real_Blog_Posts #Exercise #Health #HealthTalk #Healthychoices #HealthyLife #Healthylifestyle #MindBodySoul #Transformation #Wellness #Workout