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theartofhackinglife · 1 year

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The most important ingredient for achieving superhuman focus is discipline. It's essential to create a routine and stick to it as much as possible, even on days when you don't feel motivated. Making sure that you plan out your day ahead of time, organizing tasks into blocks of uninterrupted work, and setting clear goals can help you stay focused on the task at hand. It's also important to avoid distractions and any other activities that might pull your attention away from the task at hand. This means avoiding checking emails or social media throughout the day, silencing notifications, and turning off any devices that aren't necessary for completing your tasks. If possible, find a quiet space or put on noise-canceling headphones in order to limit external disruptions. Finally, make sure to give yourself regular breaks throughout the day in order to stay focused and motivated. Taking short mental breaks can help you refocus and come back to your work refreshed and ready to tackle any challenges that arise with increased focus. By combining discipline, goal-setting, avoiding distractions, and taking regular breaks, it's possible to achieve superhuman focus and get more done in less time. It may take some practice and adjustment of your habits, but with enough effort, you'll be able to unlock your full potential! 10 Ways to Make Superhuman Focus Work for You 1. Use the Pomodoro Technique The Pomodoro Technique is a time management strategy that encourages people to take frequent breaks while they work. This allows the mind to rest and refocus so that when you come back to the task at hand, you'll be ready to focus again. 2. Make A To-Do List Making a detailed list of what needs to get done can help your brain stay focused on one task at a time. Once an item is completed, you can scratch it off with satisfaction and move on to the next one without worrying about forgetting something important. 3. Eliminate Distractions To maximize your focus capabilities, try eliminating as many distractions as possible from your workspace or environment. This could mean turning off your phone notifications, closing down any open tabs in your browser, or even leaving the house altogether to go somewhere you can really focus uninterrupted. 4. Take Breaks Taking breaks helps keep your brain refreshed and allows you to come back to work more focused than before. Try taking a 10-minute break every hour or so to stretch, take a quick walk outside, or just rest for a few minutes. 5. Manage Your Time Wisely Knowing how long it takes you to complete certain tasks will help you manage your time wisely and maximize your focus capabilities throughout the day. You can also use timers as reminders that it's time for a break or when you need to switch tasks. 6. Get Enough Sleep Adequate sleep is essential for anyone trying to focus better during the day. When your body and mind are well rested, you'll be able to concentrate more effectively on the task at hand. 7. Exercise Regular exercise helps improve mental clarity and can help increase productivity throughout the day. Make sure to take time to fit in some physical activity a few times a week or even just once or twice a month - it will make all the difference! 8. Eat Healthily Eating healthy foods throughout the day helps maintain energy levels and provides nutrients that support optimal brain functioning. A balanced diet of fruits, vegetables, proteins, and healthy fats can go a long way toward helping you focus better. 9. Meditate Mindfulness meditation is a great way to clear your mind and help you stay focused on the present moment. Taking even just 5 minutes each day to close your eyes and practice deep breathing can be incredibly beneficial for impro

ving concentration levels. 10. Get Outside Sometimes, taking some time away from work and getting outside in nature can help restore focus when you're feeling overwhelmed or scattered. Spending even just 10-15 minutes in the sun or going for a short walk can give your brain the break it needs to come back feeling energized and ready to tackle more tasks with newfound focus! Can Superhuman Focus Help You? Yes, superhuman focus can help you achieve your goals and objectives. Superhuman focus means being able to concentrate intensely on a single task or goal without getting distracted by other things. It’s the ability to push yourself beyond what is normally possible and maintains that level of concentration for extended periods of time. With this type of extreme mental discipline, you can achieve greater results in much less time than you would otherwise be able to do with regular focus levels. The key to developing superhuman focus is learning how to control your thoughts and stay focused on a specific task. This requires practice and dedication, but it ultimately pays off when you’re able to produce higher-quality work more efficiently. You will also find that not only are you more productive but you also feel more energized and focused when working on a specific task. By developing superhuman focus, you’ll be able to make the most of your time by avoiding distractions and staying focused on the important tasks at hand. With this type of mental discipline, you can achieve greater results in much less time than is possible with regular focus levels. In addition, it will help you remain motivated and driven to complete even the most challenging projects. Ultimately, developing a superhuman focus will empower you to reach new heights of success in whatever field or endeavor you choose to pursue. Conclusion By using the strategies outlined in this article, you can start to make superhuman focus work for you. Remember that the goal is to use your time and energy efficiently while still enjoying what you do. Take a break when needed, stay organized, and practice mindfulness and visualization techniques—these tips will help keep your focus strong and boost your productivity! With these approaches in mind, you’re ready to become a superhuman of focus!

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scorpiobitch95 · 3 years

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Summary: Sy walks in on your daily yoga practice for the first time and is captivated by what he sees.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, dirty talk, rough sex, swearing, sex (oral, female receiving), sex (p in v), bodily fluids (breeding kink? maybe?), unprotected sex, spanking.

Author's Note: This work is for 18+ only, no minors tolerated. You consume content at your own risk. This is my first smut fic, it's been running rampant in my head since starting a daily yoga practice over 3 months ago... now where is Sy when I need him? Y'all, when I tell you how much I need this to happen... wow. Hope you enjoy!

Edited by myself, sorry not sorry for the errors.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, or claiming any ideas or parts as your own.

Please like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed!

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Namaste

The mid-morning sun warmed the room around you, illuminating the open airy space. A place for peace and self-serving practices, you used your sunroom for many acts of self-care. Along the walls were plants and yoga gear, lined up neatly.

Daily yoga had been a part of your routine for several months, bringing you peace and mindfulness, and not to mention a great toning workout for your whole body. It was a habit, just like drinking water: your body craved it.

Today's practice was around the halfway mark when you heard Sy let himself in the front door. You’d never practiced yoga in front of him before, but his interest always piqued when you mentioned it. Your focus faltered when you noticed his presence; he was standing in the doorway, watching you quietly. Good thing you weren’t in a balancing posture.

“You’re early! Sorry, I’ve still got a bit left.” You were able to see him as you flowed from your cobra into downward dog and stretched in this posture, bending your legs and swaying your hips, working out all of your stiffness, you looked at him upside down.

“Don't be sorry, sweetheart. You take your time, Sugar. I’ve got a beautiful view.”

He grinned big and whistled quietly as you raised your leg into a three-legged dog and brought it forward smoothly into pigeon pose, which, coincidentally, you knew made your ass look terrific. You brought your mind back to your center and refocused on your breath as you leaned into this hip stretcher. With Sy in your life, keeping your hips stretched and limber was a must.

You mimicked these motions on your other side but were distracted when you heard him fidgeting. A smirk slithered on your lips.

“It’s not too late to join me. You could do with a little more flexibility, baby,” you moaned at him seductively.

“You and I both know that if I get down there with ya, it’s not yoga we’ll be doin’ Sugar.”

“Oh come on, Sy, let’s get you all warmed up before I have my dirty way with you.” Teasing him was your favorite pastime. You knew the day he saw you do yoga would lead to a fun time for you both.

A growl erupted and you took a glance at him and winked as you twisted in your pose. You knew your ass was calling his name in your blush yoga leggings; you had him mesmerized by every move you made. His eyes were glued to you, and he was ready to pounce.

You continued your flow as though nothing was out of the ordinary, seeing just how long he would last. You ended up on your back to finish your routine. Sy's need was growing by the intensity of his breaths as you moved into a bridge pose, but surprisingly, he held the remainder of his composure until you transitioned to happy baby. Feet pressed in your hands, your clothed core was exposed to his hungry gaze. You closed your eyes, feeling the deep stretch in your hips once again, focused on your inner tranquility and your meditative breathing, that is until your thoughts were interrupted by his scent.

Sy was hovering above you, his large hands placed on either side of your head on the mat, his knees pressed to the back of your thighs. Opening your eyes, you smiled and reached up to meet him as he leaned down. You kissed his soft lips, giggling.

“Well, hi there. That’s a great pose choice, babe. Tabletop is really great for your spine.”

“You better be wrapping up because you’ve teased me long enough. God damn, Sugar, I don’t think I’ve been this hard in my life.” He leaned forward and pressed his hips into your opened ones. “You make me crazy with how sexy you are, ya know it?”

“Oh yes, happy baby pose is definitely sexy. How can you possibly resist me when I’m doing this?” You couldn't help but laugh at yourself because this posture was borderline ridiculous. He kissed you again and bent his head down to trail kisses along your jawline and neck.

“Well you're makin’ me happy, baby. That pussy of yours is callin’ out to me. Come on, tell me you’re ready for me… you’re drivin’ me wild.” You tried to laugh at his eagerness but were quickly overtaken again by his lips on yours and his tongue seeking the inside of your mouth. You released your feet and wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck as you coaxed him closer to your body.

“Is there such a thing as naked yoga? Cause I think I could be down for that anytime, Sugar.”

“Why don't we do some naked yoga practice of our own right now, Captain? I think I know a few things you’ll like.” His cock ground into the warmth emanating from your center and both of you were beginning to gasp heavily. Breaking away and gasping for air, you breathed out, “Mmm, fuuuuck. Yoga does have its perks, doesn’t it?” Your hand caressed the back of his head while one brushed his cheek softly.

“My body is warmed up just for you. Do your best, Captain.”

Winking and biting your lip, you guided his mouth to your neck, where he covered your skin with a gentle-rough exfoliation of scruffy kisses and nips. His lips were warm and wet as he trailed his love bites from your neck down your collar bone to the exposed tops of your breasts. He took over and unzipped your yoga bra, ravaging your nipples with feral growls of appreciation.

Involuntarily, your back arched to beg for more. You needed him closer; you wanted to fuse yourself to his strong form the way pieces of glass meld when heated to become one whole.

Kisses peppered your bare belly, your torso squirming from the tickling of his beard on your flesh. His hands wandered down to your leggings, peeling them down with your lace thong as he continued his hot, wet kisses. Sy immediately moved his bearded mouth to your pussy, not wasting a single second before beginning to devour you.

Your legs instinctively clamped towards his head, but Sy was quicker: his warm hands wound themselves under and around your thighs, holding them open. “Do that bridge again, baby.” You put your feet down and pressed your hips up into a wide-legged low bridge, bringing your wet cunt even closer to his mouth. “Yes, just like that.” He whispered those words against your clit, making you vibrate with sheer bliss. You tightened your core muscles and focused on breathing down through your middle to intensify your pleasure.

Sy's tongue had a reputation for making quick work of you; he could always make you come in record time. He'd barely had time to pleasure you yet, but you were so turned on that all it took was for Sy to hum and whisper into your pussy, “Come for me… mmmm… Come for me, Sugar.” With a final suckle of your clit, you were convulsing on his tongue.

“Holy shit, fucking yes!” You exhaled a huge laughing breath as you lowered your body and he kissed his way back up to your breasts. “Wow... fuck, let me see you, Sy.” You reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head to expose his yummy chest. You looked from his chest back to his face: his blue eyes were afire and hungry with lust, latched onto yours with the intent to conquer you. You caught his mouth with yours as your hands roamed over every inch of his broad back, feeling his muscles ripple underneath his smooth skin.

“Darlin', I need ya. Now. I’m gonna need to get a piece of that sweet ass of yours that you’ve been teasin’ me with.” He flipped you over suddenly, his hands immediately on your cheeks, squeezing and massaging them with his strong hands. You heard the rustle of clothing as Sy rid himself of the remainder of his clothing. An electric shock ran through your veins when his large hand cracked against your ass, your pussy becoming more charged by the second.

You took the opportunity to move into an easier access position that would put you on full display for him: puppy pose.

Sounds so innocent, you smirked to yourself. On all fours, you brought your hands forward and brought your knees backward, dropping your head, heart, and belly down to the mat below, causing your hips and ass to raise up in the perfect position.

“Oh Sugar, you are the sweetest thing… now, let’s take care of ya, huh?” Slapping your ass again, you felt Sy’s cock burning hot on the lips of your center, only his head teasing you gently... in and out, in and out. Now he was driving you wild.

“Syyyyy, I need you to fuck me now, please.”

With your words, his throbbing cock split you open, the intensity nearly sending you into bliss again. Your hips lined up perfectly with his, and the thick veins that bulged on the underside of his cock stroked the front walls of your pussy deliciously. You sighed in relief as your hips took his increasing speed, flesh smacking flesh, and his hands were still on your ass, squeezing possessively. There would definitely be bruises tomorrow.

Every thrust was making you see stars, and you were just getting going. You wanted to take control back so you pulsed your core muscles a few times around him; it always drove him crazy. “Just like that… God, Sugar, you’re incredible... keep doin' that.”

You were approaching your edge again but knew that you wanted to try a few other things before you were totally spent. “Sy, stay inside me and stand up.” Working to move in sync, you pushed up into downward dog as he stood, you walked your hands back and widened your legs out into a wide-legged forward fold, wrapping your hands around the back of your ankles. You were still on full display, but this time with the better ability to push back and meet his thick hips, your body taking all of him. Sy was able to push harder and faster into you like this, guiding your hips along his veiny length. His cock was still constantly caressing your G-spot, bringing you close once again.

Sy rubbed his hands up and down your hips, and you could feel the soft hair of his meaty thighs tickling the backs of yours. It was one of your favorite parts of him. You adored his hairy body. So virile. So hot. It made you do stupid things.

“Sy, fuck you feel so good like this.” Knowing you were near your release, his hand snaked around to softly engage your clit, your wetness making his motions effortless. You focused on holding your balance as your second orgasm ripped through you, making your legs tremble incessantly.

Sy immediately grabbed your hips to steady you, not wanting you to fall. “You got one more in ya, baby? Give me one more,” he cooed at you sweetly.

“Mmm, yes. Stay standing.” You shakily made your way down to your mat and moved to lie on your back. Rocking back and forth on your spine, you brought your legs back behind your head and set your toes gently on the ground, your body still trembling from your first two orgasms.

“Fuck.” Sy breathed as he watched you curl your body up and present your pussy right to him. Plow pose was aptly named, you thought.

Giggling, you told him, “That’s the idea, babe. Now, let’s both finish this practice strong, yea?”

He was on you in a flash: Sy was standing above you, the view of his ripped back and peachy ass were your show while he crouched into a wide squat, grabbed your hips, and entered you again. Your legs were pressed together in this pose, creating even more delicious friction for you both.

Sy’s grunts and breathy 'Fuck, Sugar's were your cue to know how close he was. You brought your hands up to caress the backs of his thighs and calves, stabilizing yourself and keeping him close to you.

You’d never felt him go so deep before, and if you hadn’t had the consistent practice of taking all of him — and there was a lot of him — it could have hurt. He was stimulating every spot, working you up once more… you didn’t think you’d have it in you, but as Sy become more erratic and fucked you faster, his deep thrusts made your control slip, and you crashed into waves of ecstasy once more. As your orgasm overtook you, it was all you could do to keep your hips upright. Grounding your trembling body, Sy held you in position as he swelled and released into you with a final snap of his hips, expelling a deep guttural moan.

Both of you sucking in air, you couldn’t help but laugh at your current position as you tried to catch your breaths. Pulling out of you, Sy guided you down to the mat gently and laid down beside you on his back.

“Now, we lay here quietly in Shavasana and soak in the nutrients of our practice,” you guided him, a cheeky grin taking over your face.

“Oh, you’re soakin’ up those nutrients, all right. Careful to not spill a drop, Sugar.”

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I do not own Captain Syverson, Sandcastle, or anything related to it.

#henry cavill #syverson #syverson x you #captain syverson #fanfiction #henry cavill thirst #yoga #scorpiobitch95 #namaste #henry cavill fanfic #syverson fanfiction

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yarichin-imagines · 3 years

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Aftercare headcanons for the boys?

Oi, oi, oi!! ✌️✌️ It’s Yariiiiiii! Aftercare is such a must, even in basic/vanilla scenes and activities. *sigh* We love it.

Also, considering that every individual needs a different sort of aftercare and I didn’t want to write generically, here’s what each of the boys need for aftercare!

No matter how long the two of you have been together, after a scene, Toono’s drops are nearly catastrophic when you’re finished, top or bottom. Of course, he always puts his partner first, but what he’s really looking for is that reassurance from them. Did I do okay? Was I good? Lots and lots of praise and affirmation. He’s heavy on the verbal aftercare, but physically he tends to shrink away, feeling a bit overstimulated, like all of his senses have burnt out. It’s best to leave those aspects out, but he’ll never turn down some head pats.

Kashima is a talker. Before, during, and especially after, the man runs his mouth at ten miles a minute. After a scene, Kashima of course waits for you to catch your breath, only pausing a moment before the questions start. It’s a healthy analysis of everything that just happened. Reviewing his work as a top with his bottom is a form of aftercare in itself for him. Even after you’re back to baseline, he will not stop talking. He just wants to know everything went smoothly, in a more logistical sense (it’s a sports metaphor for game play strategies). Don’t be surprised if long after you’re asleep, he’s still talking through the motions, muttering and mumbling play by plays till he’s exhausted himself.

Most likely to secretly work at LUSH Cosmetics goes to Yacchan. He’s perfected a million different combinations of oils, melts, soaps and scents to suit any mood. There’s incense, there’s candles, there’s white noise. It’s an instant wave of relaxation to help him clear out his mind. He likes to think of it as the period at the end of a sentence, slipping under the bubbles to wash away anything that disagreed with him, together with his partner in blissful honesty. In the bath, he makes sure to scrub gently and with a teasing purpose. The splashing wasn’t an accident, by the way. He’s just making sure you can feel the proof that this vulnerability has got him ready for round two, three, four, and so on…

Shikatani has to clean up before he can even think about doing anything else. There’s always a towel under the bed and a box of tissues on the side table, and once that’s over with, he needs his space. It’s not uncommon for him to leave the bedroom and find a neutral space. If he’s dropped pretty deep, he remains close to you, opting for the hallway outside, but it isn’t uncommon to find him a few minutes later dozing off at the kitchen counter. As he meditates, reflecting and processing what’s happened in his waking mind, Shika eases up more and more til he returns and collapses limp beside you. It’s all about the routine for Shikatani. A routine makes him feel safe and protected. It’s usually the same no matter the partner. He cleans. He mediates. And when warm hand over his own sends a smile throughout his body, he can appreciate three kisses to wrap it all up: to his forehead, nose, and lips.

Akemi wrote his autobiography on intense aftercare. He’s a hard dom, no doubt about it, but his aftercare mostly revolves around first aid and restoration. Being such a practiced lover, his drops are manageable as long as he focuses on his partner (phone calls aren’t the easiest for him because of this). He’s got oils, ointments, creams, lotions, for any lacerations or bruises left in the wake of passionate fucking. He is explicit in his instructions for stretches afterwards, and offers damn near to a buffet of high protein snacks and electrolyte boosting drinks. He might be a hard dom, but bottom line, he’s a service dom just as much.

Though it’s not because it was bad or because he’s hurt, Itome cries after sex. Sometimes it’s snotty and ugly, with garbled noises and incoherent gasps of words, mostly gratitude and praise though. He just needs a different kind of release after he’s voided so much energy all in one go. It makes him the perfect bottom for Akemi. Itome’s needs are dated physically much more than verbally. After all, he doesn’t talk much outside of the bedroom, and Akemi has to work even the smallest gasps out of him within it. The man swallows his tongue whole after sex. He needs hand-over-hand help with taking care of himself in his catatonia. He’s not totally deadweight, more like a puppet, in need of a strong guide behind him to reassure him that he’s safe and that he’s doing exactly what he’s supposed to.

Coming as no surprise to anyone, Yuri’s answer to this question is: more sex. Though, not 100% of a full-on fuckfest, he likes the feeling of going soft inside his partner, especially if he came inside them. He’s physically affectionate the most after sex, much more than he is on the day-to-day. If he was on top, he brings himself down onto his forearms, pink strands glued to his forehead with sweat, his nose brushing over yours. He’s been known to lick on his partner a little bit, and he’s king of sloppy tongue kisses: slurping, sucking, the whole of it. If he’s on the bottom, he likes to bring his lover down onto his chest, making sure he angles himself to just brush against their pleasure spot as he himself in time to their breathing, reveling in the soft squelch he hears when he ruts back into them until he goes soft and it all starts over again..

You’re thankful for his stamina, the fact that after a few rounds in poundtown, Tamura has barely broken a sweat, because the second it’s over, he’s on you like the lost puppy he is: passionate and pussywhipped. If anything, the scent of the aftermath, and the afterglow created by the glistening sheen of exertion across your skin. You’re used to all his weight on your chest, he needs to feel close to partner after sex. He breathes you in, deep so he can feel you flood his lungs before you circulate throughout his entirety, giving him a tingling happiness down to his toes. His hands drag blindly across the hills and valleys of your body, sometimes massaging along any area he figured would ail you the next day. Once he’s come back to earth, he wraps his arms around you, and rolls you all around til the blankets have twisted the two of you together even more. Even when you fall asleep, he doesn’t let himself separate from you, even though that’s when he really starts sweating.

Sometimes, he sneezes when he comes, or he gets the classic nosebleed, but afterwards, Jimmy is out of commission, MIA, AWOL, GCS 3 for at least 6 hours. This leaves clean up and first aid to his partner, because his orgasms just take a lot out of him. It’s always the best sleep of his life. It’s always best to take a set of vitals and make sure he’s still alive every two hours. He doesn’t stir, he barely breathes! But it’s the most relaxed he ever is, completely blissful and at eternal peace.

#takashi toono #yuu kashima #yuri ayato #yui tamura #kyousuke yaguchi #keiichi akemi #koshiro itome #itsuki shikatani #toru fujisaki #YBC #yarichin b club #admin yari

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drxwsyni · 4 years

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Red Filter︱Yandere Villain!Deku x f!Reader

Synopsis: Cameras can be made so small nowadays. Perfect for a villain’s viewing pleasure, looking upon the star of the show―you.

Anonymous asked “Can I request Yandere Deku (villain or not you decide) where he's bugged his darling's home and is watching them shower/have a bath?”

a/n: I made this a 2 in 1 submission for the @bnhabookclub’s Celebrating Deku event, as well as the Hero Camp Bingo event!

Bingo Masterlist

Prompts:

Celebrating Deku - villain AU

Hero Camp Bingo - caught masterbating

Warnings: smut, non-consensual recording, mentions of knives and blood, yan. themes

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Deku didn’t need the knife―a thin butterfly model that was skillfully twirling between his fingers. Flipping back and forth, back and forth. It was a passtime of sorts, a distraction, rather than his go to weapon while on the job.

But for others, the blade was sometimes more threatening than the force of his quirk. So in a way, it did have its uses.

Dried blood was a nuisance though, clinging to the reflective metal and taking away from the entrancing glint as it caught the light. He reached for a handkerchief laying haphazardly on the large mahogany desk in front of him. Halfway through the motion, Deku paused.

The show was about to begin.

An artificial glow emitted from the laptop screen atop the desk, lighting up the features of his face. A live feed played on the screen.

There you were, looking absolutely stunning even clad in your retail work uniform. What he wouldn’t give to take his knife and rip the material from your body, exposing what he was so patiently waiting to see.

But such patience would always be rewarded, a fact he was very familiar with.

Deku’s eyes stayed focused on the display, tracking your motions with intent. He knew every single action you would take, right down to the last detail. You padded into the bathroom, making him shift the feed so the microscopic camera in there was full screened.

Expectedly, you began your routine, and he mentally checked off each task as you moved.

You took off your watch, unclasping any jewelry and placing it on the counter. A makeup wipe was pulled from a sealed package, and you gently removed the product from your face.

Deku’s gaze was practically glossed over as he took in the sight of you. He mumbled to himself, “Should be...skincare next?”

A bottle of facial cleanser was taken from the shelf next to you. Meticulously, you washed off any lingering residue from the makeup remover, and the dirt that had settled into your pores throughout the day. Next was the application of various creams and moisturizers. Deku knew each and every product you used off by heart, and the order in which you went through them every night.

Face thoroughly tended to, the next step in your routine was to be completed. But you gave pause, eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Deku smiled at the change in attitude from you, “...And you left your robe in the bedroom this morning. Always the forgetful one.”

You pushed aside the towels hanging off the back of the washroom door, to no avail.

Once again, he used the concealed cameras throughout your apartment to follow you into the bedroom. And there was your robe, which you swiftly grabbed off the back of a chair and returned to your previous position. Now slinging the soft covering over a free hook, you settled onto the edge of the bathtub.

The feed continued to grant Deku access to all of your time spent healing from a long day. Like watching the same movie over and over again, but never failing to entertain him greatly.

You put the plug into the drain at the base of the tub, turning the knobs and letting hot water begin to flood the bottom of it. Still sitting on the edge, you began to wait for the water to rise to that consistent high amount that he’d observed plenty of times before.

But of course, he ran into a brief problem.

Phone out, you were tapping away at the screen. From where the camera was angled, Deku was unable to see exactly what you were doing.

It was a good thing he always made sure to have a plan B, all the way through Z.

A desktop monitor was powered up with the click of a button. Deku pulled up a few windows, a look of satisfaction forming across his face. An additional display showed the active screen of your phone, which he’d also taken the time to bug.

You’d opened the social media page of one of your friends.

Deku’s jaw tightened.

The guy was the arrogant type―techie and too confident in his sub-par abilities. He hated him, but you loved him. In a friendship sense, he hoped.

He was invited over to help you install a security system in your apartment a few months ago. You caught on to the few items that had unceremoniously gone missing. Not that Deku was trying to keep his actions entirely unbeknownst to you.

Really, he simply couldn’t help himself. You just looked so adorable with that worried little face of yours.

And so Deku could forgive you for putting up those useless defences. But naturally, he couldn’t forgive this ‘friend’ who helped you set them up.

His grip on the butterfly knife tightened.

The bath was filled to a standard you deemed acceptable. You reached across to stop the stream, taking a stand when the water stopped falling.

Now for the main act.

With tiredly sluggish motions, you began stripping out of your work uniform. First your top, then jeans. Your hands gripped the clasp at the back of your bra, undoing it and dropping the undergarment onto the pile of discarded clothing on the floor below you. And slowly, you shimmied out of your panties, letting them pool at your feet before stepping out of those completely as well.

Deku’s heart clenched slightly at the exhausted expression on your face. He would be more than happy to help you relax if he was there.

You stretched your arms a bit, then grabbed an elastic to pin your hair atop your head. The action gave Deku a mouth watering view of all your curves that were clearly on display. So plush and grabbable―his hands itched at the thought of holding you in place.

He continued watching with bated breath as you finally stepped into the steaming water. A look of pure euphoria enveloped your face as you sunk into it, submerging your body as a breathy sigh escaped your lips.

As the tensions slowly left your being, Deku leant back into the leather chair he was seated in. His eyes trailed up and down your bare form, the feeling of his pants tightening at the delectable sight not going unnoticed. A sheen of water clung to your skin, highlighting your figure in all the right places.

This was by far his favorite part of the day. If he could afford the time when he wasn’t ruthlessly hunting down heroes who were so foolish enough to get in his way, loyally accompanied by his lackeys, he would gratefully pull up a live feed and bask in the view you unknowingly gave him. It was therapeutic―watching you unwind having similarly soothing effects on him.

And so he paid close attention as your hands travelled delicately over your body, lathering the lush skin up in soap. You paused a few times, using the slipperiness the product provided to massage certain tense muscles. Those in your biceps, kneading the soft flesh of your thighs, working the tension out of your calves.

Deku thought to himself―did you know he was watching? Putting on such an entrancing show like that, how could he not grow a little antsy at the sight of you?

You were just so perfect for him. The way you spoke, your personality, your figure. You shouldn’t have to take care of yourself with no help. He had servants who could do that for you, or even better, Deku could tend to your aches and pains personally. And there were more ways than just your methods of massaging to get you to relax, how he would love to show you.

Maybe if you were just a little more observant, you’d find the already impressive presence he had in your life. If you did, the two of you would finally be able to move onto the fun part.

Deku’s wandering thoughts halt as you place the bar of soap down, slowly washing the residual suds off your body.

You leant against the wall of the porcelain tub, sighing deeply and throwing your head back.

Well, this was new.

The look on your face, it seemed...irritated.

Your expression was relatively blank, but the pursed lips and light drumming of your finger on the edge of the tub gave you away.

And what could be going on in that mind of yours now?

Coming out of this brief meditative state, your eyes shot open. Deku followed where they landed.

The showerhead.

It was fixed next to the handles of the main tap, and your gaze remained on it―conflicted and contemplative. And then you moved.

A smirk crept across Deku’s face.

Your hands reached for the showerhead, pulling it from its situated spot. You turned the handles, changing the water flow so it went through the device in your hand rather than the main spout. Moving back, you leaned once again against the tub. Fingers fiddled with the controls, the stream setting shifting to a force that was steady and direct, but gentle enough that he assumed was the right amount so as not to make you too sensitive.

He could make you feel better than a showerhead. No―he would.

You dipped the device below the water, parting your legs to accommodate for its size. The flow came into contact with your needy core, and it sent your face scrunching up at the sensation.

He ate up the sight of you getting yourself off, resting his head against a hand propped up on the arm of his chair. It was a satisfying feeling―knowing how naive you were to his onlooking, and seeing you so intimately. Unfortunately, the rippling of the water distorted his view. With your hips bucking and the stream of water interrupting the once stillness of the surface, Deku grew mildly annoyed.

So of course, he noted that soon enough he would need to make up for the occurrence. And he would take his sweet, sweet time with you, to make sure nothing could hide you from his view.

You writhed against the flow of the showerhead, angling it back and forth over your clit. Sometimes you’d let it drop just a little lower, before growing impatient and returning to the previous ministrations. The forcefulness against your sensitive bud had your nerves firing off with hot sensations. Deku could tell you were getting close―the way you squirmed in the water growing more intense.

Desperately, your hips rutted against the impactful force. And yet, when you did slump back down, it wasn’t because you finally found release.

You huffed in frustration, teetering on the brink of orgasm, yet failing to push yourself over. A crease formed between your brows as your eyes shut tightly closed.

Aw, the poor thing, Deku thought amusedly to himself.

The villain chuckled slightly in a somewhat sadistic manner at your semi-pout, his head tilting as he continued to observe you unable to seek release. Your helpless need to cum had his cock throbbing, but he held himself back from tending to his own needs. After all, there’d be more than enough time to take care of not just his own pent up desires, but that of yours as well―after he tied up a few loose ends, of course.

Still unsatisfied, you upped the intensity of the showerhead’s stream.

You threw your head back in a silent scream, taking the sheer intensity as it came. Your chest was heaving, legs shaking as the heat pooling in your stomach grew. In a final effort, your hand dipped underneath the surface of the warm water. Two fingers spread apart your folds, exposing the most sensitive part of your heat. The sounds of your quiet whimpers spilled out of the laptop’s speakers, it sounding like music to his ears.

And then the hand flew over your mouth as you finally convulsed in while hot pleasure, riding out the waves of your orgasm. Even then, Deku could still hear the moan that escaped your lips as you succumbed to the pressure hitting your cunt.

He noted your attempts to stifle the noise. Cute, trying to keep your neighbours from hearing. That’s fine, he’s the only one who should know what you’re doing anyways.

Deku didn’t even realize the thin and nearly unnoticeable layer of sweat that’d developed against his forehead, disregarding it as he watched you come down from your high and weakly returning the showerhead to its stand.

That must’ve done the trick, you finally looking completely and utterly blissed out as you slumped back into the cooling water. Your eyes fluttered shut, and for a moment he feared that you would fall asleep amongst the sheer exhaustion your orgasm put you through. It would only mean he would have to pay you a visit, pushing your inevitable meeting with him to a closer date.

Deku began to grow fond of that thought, until the shrill noise of a text message notification rang from your phone.

Your head lifted, seeing that the device was laying on the counter, completely out of reach. You sighed in defeat, being unable to leave the message unread. The drain was unplugged, and the sound of the water escaping the tub came through the speakers of Deku’s laptop.

With lazily slow movements, you clambered out of the bathtub. He observed your legs still shaking, making you look like a fawn ready to collapse under its own weight. A small bubble of frustration grew inside of him as you pulled on the robe, obstructing his vision from your tantalizing body.

Your still dampened hands grasped your phone, unlocking it and peering at whatever notification had come through.

And so he acted similarly, pulling up the feed that your bugged device was showing him on the monitor. The messaging app was opened to that same worthless guy you chose to associate with for some ungodly reason, and who you’d questionably regarded on social media before bathing.

The text was short, but not sweet.

> you up?

It was late in the night, your work shift forcing you to change your sleep schedule to accommodate the routine. Deku would never make you conform to such an unhealthy lifestyle. Your little friend didn’t seem to care about you the way he did, only making his anger directed at the man grow. He leant forward, awaiting your response.

The feed showed you typing away, a few seconds later sending a disappointing response.

< Yeah, why?

Deku scoffed at how fast the guy replied, the debasing answer only making him seem even more pathetic in his mind.

> come over, i need u

The villain anticipated your reaction. You paced a few times in the small bathroom, stopping with a pensive face to grip the edge of the counter top. Taking a few moments to decide your next move, you laid the phone down atop the marbled surface.

Deku was excruciatingly aware of even the most minute changes in your behaviour. So he couldn’t help but pick up on the way your thighs pressed together, or how you chewed on your lower lip anxiously. The smirk that was plastered on his face for so long fell.

You picked up the phone.

He watched you type.

< On my way.

You didn’t hit send though, instead letting your finger linger over the button that would seal your fate. Judging by your actions, Deku could tell you were unsure of what to do.

If you couldn’t decide for yourself, he would do it for you.

With a few clicks on his monitor’s keyboard, Deku erased the man’s contact from your phone from where he sat, deleting the conversation you were having with him as well.

The amused look returned to his face, seeing your confused reaction. Realistically, it would’ve been safer for the both of you if he remained patient in his ways. Sooner or later, he would get you to come to him. Yet, the notion of these questionable connections you held didn’t really sit right with him.

Even if he got rid of the guy, which he would, there would be others. There are others, Deku has seen the way people look at you. Ways that warranted the most painful punishment he could inflict on them.

And so he resolved―he was done waiting. It was time for you to get to know him.

Deku picked up a burner phone, starting a conversation with your contact. His ring clad fingers danced across the small keyboard, sending the message with a triumphant feeling forming inside of him.

It was something he knew would get a good reaction out of you.

> Did that showerhead feel good?

He laughed a bit at the way your expression dropped, gaze falling upon the unknown ID showing up on the screen of your phone. You physically froze in place, and for a moment he felt a little bad for scaring you.

That concern quickly dissipated though, finding your fearful look absolutely adorable.

His phone buzzed in his hand.

< Who is this?

He shook his head at your questioning. All in due time, sweetheart.

> You look so cute, all scared and shaking like that.

He paused for a moment before sending another text.

> Why don’t you make that face for me in person?

You stumbled back, knees colliding with the tub and forcing you to sit back on the edge. Through the live feed, Deku could see the not so subtle way your hands trembled as you gripped the phone.

His own device went off, and more than once.

< What does that mean?

Deku gave no response.

< Please answer me.

You sure are cute when you plead like that.

< ...Who the hell are you?!

A devilish grin stretched across Deku’s face. With a press of a button on the desktop, one of his lackeys was entering his office. The man stood at attention, awaiting orders from his leader.

He spoke in an almost lazy tone, like the importance of the situation didn’t really mean all that much to him. When in reality, it meant the world to him―you meant the world to him. “Post half a dozen men outside her apartment complex. You know what to do if she tries for the cops.”

“Yes, sir. Anything else?”

Deku remained focused on you, still terrifyingly expecting a response that you’d never receive. At least not through text. He regarded the lackey without looking up, “I’m heading out for a bit. Just gotta take care of something. Don’t call me unless there’s an emergency.”

“Of course, good luck.” With that the underling exited the way he entered, letting the large and heavy wooden doors close with a thud behind him.

A final fleeting glance was spared to regard you over the live feed. He soaked up the way you still had your eyes trained on the screen. Your attention was all for him, and nobody else. Just the way it should be.

Nimble fingers shut the laptop closed. Amongst all the detailed information Deku had memorized about you, he engrained the documented history of your phone’s second most recent contact that was displayed on the monitor as well. He turned that off too, sucking in a deep breath of air, and exhaling with purpose.

He flipped the butterfly knife closed, calmly pocketing the weapon.

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miceenscene · 3 years

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Star-Crossed

din djarin/female oc | soulmate AU | pre-canon

wc: 2.3k / 9.8k (so far)

summary: The Way was not supposed to be a solitary one. People, house, clan. And when all else failed, your Match. “Fits like a Mandalorian Match” was the old saying. Though it wasn’t so long ago that it stopped making sense. But what's a lost Match to a man like Din Djarin?

warnings: canon-typical violence, lol does pining need a warning??

Previous Chapter | Masterpost | ao3

Chapter Four: The Difference

It was as the hull door was slowly shutting behind them that Din realized he'd invited someone to join him on a semi-permanent basis.

It was as the hull door was slowly shutting behind them that Din realized he’d invited someone to join him on a semi-permanent basis.

He’d never done that before.

Ever.

Sometimes people were more passengers than quarry, but they never stayed before.

They always left.

Nia stayed.

It took some getting used to, having another person around.

Old habits had to be adjusted. His helmet now only came off in bed or the fresher.

Though once he did forget it till he was halfway across the hull, half-awake and scrounging through the ration bars to find the good ones. It took a boot scrape on the floor above him to remind him that there was another living thing aboard.

There was an undignified scramble back to the bed cubby, but the helmet was firmly in place before Nia appeared down the ladder.

Other habits were completely abandoned.

“Heading out?” Nia asked, looking up from her flight manual as the hull door dropped slowly open.

Din pulled a few hand grenades out of the armory and tucked them into his belt. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“I’m coming with you.” She picked up her bo staff and the pistol that she’d taken from the Sergeant.

“There’s no need–”

“I’m not going to sit here and babysit an empty ship.”

“I work alone,” he hedged.

“You offered to help me. And since the only thing my mind seems to bother recalling is fighting, I’m sure as hell not going to let that slip out of my grasp too.” She crossed her arms and gave him a very obstinate look.

Out of habit, she got the usual treatment he gave people when they argued: silence.

It was laughably ineffective.

They just wound up staring at each other for several minutes in stubborn silence.

She’d stand there till the sun went down, he could feel it in his bones.

Call it a Match hunch, which did not technically exist but might as well have.

“Fine. But wherever I go, you go, understood?”

“Loud and clear.”

Her stubbornness didn’t stop once they were off the ship either.

A quarry got away from them for a full two days because they kept arguing about battlefield tactics.

They got the clawdite in the end. But only once they’d both apologized and made a new plan together.

And there was also the time she flew the ship without him.

Granted, he’d been knocked unconscious. And they did need to outrun the X-wings.

And for a woman who couldn’t remember where she was two moon cycles ago, she was a fair pilot.

If he didn’t care to use the ship ever again.

That dent in the hull wouldn’t come out no matter how many mechanics tried.

Even still, it seemed to take very little time at all before Nia’s presence was thoroughly expected and normal.

She seemed to… enjoy herself at times. And he did too, if he was honest.

Not that she wasn’t still deeply odd.

She spoke fluent mando’a, but fought like no Mandalorian he’d ever seen.

She could meditate for hours, and always seemed keenly aware of his exact location nearby when she did.

And then one evening, he came down from the flight deck, ready to climb into bed for some rest when he found her… contorted in the middle of the hull.

Her body was bent and stretched in ways he wasn’t previously aware that bodies could move.

Or at least move and still survive.

He watched as, without any hurry at all, she moved from one impossible pose to another; her breath and muscles in perfect control.

She could have made any of his old trainers proud with her self-mastery.

“You’re staring,” she said without looking his way.

His face heated under the helmet. He should have guessed this would be like her meditation.

“What are you doing?” he asked, moving to sit on a crate and pull off his boots.

She ended her routine by standing and bringing her hands pressed together in front of her chest and letting out one last long breath.

“I don’t know exactly. All I know is I feel restless if I don’t,” she said, turning around to face him. She patted his shoulder as she passed. “Sleep well.”

That happened often. Her touching him.

Even in the covert, even in his years of training back on Mandalore, no one had touched him so often.

And so casually too.

Like it was nothing at all for her to rest her arm on his shoulders as he demonstrated how to properly land the ship.

Or to sit so close to him when eating that her arm brushed his with every movement.

Maybe it was nothing at all to her.

But it was much more than nothing to him.

Her hands were all over him as she trained him in polearms, adjusting his grip, shifting the angle of his arms, urging him to relax the tension between his shoulder blades.

She held his hips to guide him through the weight transfer he kept overshooting, his face hot enough to melt his helmet clean off the entire time.

She quickly noticed how stiff he was around her. To his detriment.

He’d just been stepping around her in the flight deck.

Then suddenly a hand jabbed his rib cage.

He jumped, a strange noise cutting out of him as he did.

Nia broke immediately into a resounding laugh, pressing a hand to cover her mouth, doing a poor job of dampening the sound.

“I’m sorry!” she managed after a moment. “I–I didn’t know you’d… oh I’m s-sorry, Din.”

That was the first time he heard her laugh. It softened her blow considerably.

The second time he heard her laugh was when he retaliated two days later.

She leapt to the other side of the hull and was in a full fighting stance before she realized that he’d poked her.

Then she laughed again, making him laugh too, a smile beaming from under his helmet.

It happened somewhere when he wasn’t paying attention.

Somewhere between debating infiltration tactics and sparring, between knowing glances while Karga attempted to short-change them and long warm afternoons spent up in sniper’s nests, waiting for their quarry to return home…

She became his friend.

“I figured it out,” Nia said as she sat at the bar of a crowded cantina. She’d been sent in alone, semi-undercover as she was far less conspicuous than he was, to find their quarry. “An emergency induction tube. Then you can drink in bars with me and keep the helmet on.”

Outside in the alley, Din scoffed and spoke over the commlink in his helmet. “An emergency induction tube?”

“I have one now.”

He looked through the window to see her sip her drink through a straw. He chuckled then answered, “Still won’t work.”

She grunted, feigning annoyance. “‘Wherever you go, I go’ always seems to stop counting when it's time to relax.”

Under the helmet, he smiled.

“Do you have friends, Din?”

“What?” he asked over the commlink. Had he heard her right?

“I said, do you have friends? Been flying with you for a few months now, and I’m still waiting to meet them.”

“You met Ran and his crew.”

“You think Ranzar Malk and the rest of those criminals are your friends?” she asked, a little incredulously. “Didn’t Qin try to stab you during the last job?”

Technically, it was Xi’an who tried to stab him. “They’re… contacts.”

“So that’s a no on friends.”

He paused then said, “You’re my friend.”

Through the small vantage he had, he could see her smile down at her drink, eyes glancing just his way. His chest warmed.

“So one woman with a head like Corellian cheese. That’s… pretty good for a bounty hunter.”

“Same number you have right now.”

Her chuckle was low, sparking a single star burst high in his chest. “You have me there. Ah, found him. Target’s at the sabacc tables. I’ll flush him out into the alley.”

They had a good partnership. And he was happy to share most everything with her, what little amenities he could offer aboard The Razor Crest.

He didn’t realize she hadn’t been sleeping in the bed for weeks. Not until he came down from the flight deck early and found her curled in a corner of the hull, still using his cape as a blanket.

She didn’t seem to know where it had come from. And he certainly wasn’t going to inform her or take it back.

When he asked why she wasn’t using the bed, she said that it was his.

“It belongs to whoever’s sleeping,” he replied, firmly meaning it.

She took him at his word.

He hadn’t really been prepared, however, to crawl into the cubby after a long day and find that the whole space smelled like her soap.

She’d bought it in the first city they arrived in weeks back. Now it was all over his blankets.

Sea air. And wildflowers.

With the door to the cubby firmly shut, he slept with the helmet off that night…

And every night after, an unstoppable glow building in his chest.

Her memories, unfortunately, did not return. Or certainly not as fast as the droid made it seem like it would.

In several months, very little arrived.

Early childhood memories of Mandalore before the Great Purge. But no explanation of the control chip, or her skills.

She kept up a strong aloof appearance of her defect, but every so often, Din caught a glimpse of her despair hiding behind it.

They were in hyperspace, both working on small projects during the journey. He was outfitting one of his guns with a new scope, and Nia had taken to carving designs on her bo staff. It was turning into quite the fine weapon in her steady hands.

They’d been quietly working for a while when she started humming a low, slow tune. She didn’t even seem to be aware she was doing it.

Din looked up at her as her quiet song continued. Her curly dark hair twisted high on her head, back bowed over her staff in her lap as she deepend the etchings she’d done.

Her song wound back on itself and only then did she seem to realize what she’d been doing.

She looked up and sucked in a shaky gasp.

“Are you alright?” he asked gently.

She nodded, bottom lip quivering and eyes turning glassy. “My father used to sing that song,” she finally explained with a watery smile.

Though she couldn’t see, he smiled back, a tightness clenching high in his chest.

A bright fullness so wide it pushed out all the air in his lungs to make room.

He’d been feeling that a lot lately.

It wasn’t unpleasant, though it was annoying at times.

Especially when it showed up in the middle of a fight after Nia did something particularly skilled against her opponent.

It seemed to have no rhythm or source… besides her.

The galaxy was just different with her around.

It didn’t seem so soulless.

Perhaps because she noticed the small ignorable things.

Grabbing his arm to stop and watch street performers in a market he would have otherwise just passed through.

Pointing out the broad purple sweep of the planet’s rings through the night sky as they walked the quarry back to the ship.

Or perhaps because it was just simply nice to have someone around. Someone he enjoyed spending time with, someone who would have his back in danger, someone he trusted.

He knew what the star bursts high in his chest meant.

He wasn’t obtuse.

But there was a large difference between understanding and ready to admit, even just to himself.

Much less to her.

As for Nia, it took her several months to ask the inevitable.

He could feel her gearing up to ask something. Must be something pointed with how long her wind up was, nearly a full ration bar.

“Can I ask about your helmet?”

“No, you can’t wear it,” he answered, not looking up from the gun he was cleaning. He got a small smack on his arm for the answer, making him grin.

“I know that. I meant… your oath is to not show your face to another living being ever. Right?”

“Yes.”

“Not even your clan?”

He looked up now. “I don’t have a clan. I was a foundling.”

“But you could have one someday–unless that’s also part of the oath.”

He shook his head. “No, that’s not part of it.”

Nia leaned forward, deadly serious. “So… say you have a spouse, or children, they’d never know your face?”

She sounded… sad, he realized after a moment.

He’d had plenty of questions about his helmet; it came with being a Mandalorian. But none before had ever looked at his helmet and seen tragedy.

Not even him.

“When I took the creed, I gave up my old life. The helmet is my face. That’s what it means to be Mandalorian.”

“But I knew my parents’ faces… and they were Mandalorian.”

No they weren’t, a voice not his own hissed in the back of his mind, nasty and cruel and he didn’t know where it had come from.

He shook his head. “I don’t know… but this is what I was taught. This Is The Way.”

She didn’t press it any further, but the quiet disagreement in her eyes stuck with him as he drifted to sleep, alone and helmetless in sea air and wildflowers.

Chapter 5: The Discovery

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backugo · 4 years

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Sparring Partners

Character: Shinsou Hitoshi

Warnings:Little Angst, cheeky shinsou

Summary: As a Pro Hero Shinsou reminices over his high school crush. When he finally sees her grown into an amazing hero, hes wants to finally develop a connection.

Authors note: @shinaus @serokei Shoutout to my soulmate for giving me some amazing feedback. Thank you so much.

Shinsou trains every.single.day. Since high school, he’s had a riding schedule of training sessions that push him past his limits, both physical and mental—waking up in the early mornings, always beating the sun to start a morning run followed by rigorous sparing with Aizawa and ending the day with hours of self-practice and meditation. It’s been six years since, and it’s formed into a necessary habit. Once this routine was an outlet that allowed him to overcome his quirk’s insecurities, but now it was something he prided himself in. His results weren’t instant, but they were blossoming on the battlefield. Aizawa has noticed his growing confidence and allows Shinsou to patrol the neighborhood on his own individually. As time goes by, Shinsou has gained potential in his future as an underground Pro Hero while keeping his high school friendships afloat. Denki and Midoriya being the ones who come over often, whether to eat or share stories of their latest achievements, are deemed his best friends. Every so often, he will come across his old school mates and give a couple of hellos or offer to buy them a drink, but one strange relationship he has yet to define was his, with you.

He wouldn’t call you both friends, as a friend is defined as a bond of mutual affection. His affection towards you was confusing. He always had a strong feeling, a pull of attraction towards you that was unexplainable. He admired your standing within the Hero community, but his interaction with you was minimal. Not for the lack of trying. Even in school, as he could do was watch you from the sidelines as you struggled to cope with the lack of power your quirk held. Your abnormality was called Immortality.

It allowed your body to regenerate any limb, heal any wounds, and filter any potions. Of course, you were able to recover relatively quickly, depending on the degree of injury, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t feel all the pain that comes with it. In the school tournaments, he’d watch as your arm was broke in four places before your opponent cracks your skull against the concrete floor. His heart halted before shattering in pieces watching your limp body pinned down and twisted like a broken rag doll. Your entire body returned to normal within three minutes, but he could tell your spirit crushed. You gained the nickname of the 'Human Punching Bag' from that day forward, the persona following you into your senior year.

He always wished he could help you, hold you close to him, and tell you everything would be alright, but he was no better. To this day, he regrets never standing by your side to be your supporter instead of a bystander. Every time he sees you, he’s shocked. You beam with newfound confidence, not unlike himself, but your new skills were subtle to the untrained eye. He approaches you whoever you’re near, but he never got more than the usual ‘Hello’ and ‘Goodbye.’ Shinsou did not know what to expect. You were an acquaintance of each other’s agencies, never spending more than ten minutes in the same room, yet he wanted so badly to change that. Your undeniable aura was intoxicating to him. He could sense you a mile away and wait in anticipation while you make your way towards him, only for you to ignore him altogether as you pass him by.

However, today he would attempt to establish a strong relationship with you. Denki took it upon himself (was a nosy and meddling friend) to dig around and informed Hitoshi that you always trained in room 10 of Aizawa agency to practice hand to hand combat. After hearing this unwanted material, he took this opportunity as a chance to get closer to you finally. As he stands in the doorway, watching you stretch your arm behind your head, he feels his chest tighten. The fear of rejection starts to loom over. If he messes up this chance, would you ever give him a second chance? It’s all or nothing at this point.

He fixes his tank top strap, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before walking towards you. "Good morning." He watches you turn towards the direction of his voice, giving a slight nod before returning to your original position. He crouches down next to you, dropping his capture weapon to his side. "Do you want to spar together?" His head tilts to the side, observing you as you relax and return his gaze. You shrug your shoulders, giving off a neutral stance on the question, but it was all he needed. He had your full attention, no outside forces to interrupt or take him away. He stands up and holds his hand out, a friendly gesture that pulls a confused stare from you. When Hitoshi realizes your apprehension, he nervously rubs the back of his neck, contemplating if he was pushing you past your limits. As he starts to pull his hand back, he’s startled as your soft fingers graze his palm. You lift yourself, looking at him with a little concern, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. "Did I do something?" He takes a step closer to you as his protective nature is suddenly switched on. "Is something bothering you- is someone messing with you?" The thought that there are still people bothering you, possibly pushing you into an awkward position, makes his blood boil. Such a quiet person, you always keep to yourself, who would dare to tarnish what little peace you try to give yourself.

"No ones have ever done that before."

His concentration breaks, finally harboring the first complete sentence you’ve even uttered towards him. Your voice so soft and sweet, without a hint of malice. He would replay it over and over for the rest of his life. "Done what? Say good morning?"

You shake your head slowly, looking at the hands entwined together. "No ones ever wanted to touch me after seeing me regenerate my limbs in High School." Shinsou looks at your hand and smiles a little, feeling bold from your small admission. "As long as it’s you, id touch it all day long, no wait-" His realization has his hair stands up. You burst out laughing from Hitoshi's chaotic state. "I’m not saying I’d touch you like that, not that I don’t want to touch you. If you want, I will touch you in both ways, but-God I can’t shut up. You know what I mean! I don’t mind touching or being around you! Stop Laughing, God, I’m just digging myself into a hole." He messes up his hair in embarrassment as your laughs bounce off the walls. You're bending over, holding your stomach as your laughs become strained. He may have just made a fool out of himself, but to see you enjoying yourself, your warm giggles filling up the room, he couldn’t let another day go by without it. "Please, stop, I-I can’t breathe! My stomach hurts." You cry, lying on the ground letting a few strangled chuckles out. "I needed that, so badly. Thank you, Shinsou."Your hand rubs over your stomach before slowly sitting up and wiping the stray tears from your cheeks. Shinsou? He stands there in disbelief. You knew his name! His heart started to race when you look at him, a smile adorning your delicate features. "Will you be my sparring partner?" He nods excitedly, his eyes focused more on your happy state than the actual words. "I’ll tell you what, if you beat me, I will treat you to breakfast. However, I warn you. I’m 10x better than in high school. So you better come at me with all you g-" you cut yourself off as a vital fabric wraps around your wrist in a death grip. You shift the weight on your heels, pulling against the captured weapon in shinsou’s arm. If beating you guarantees another intimate moment alone, he won’t hold back any punches. Determination burns in his eyes as he bends down into a fighting stance. His muscles tense at your playful expression while a grin spreads across his face."Be careful what you wish for doll face."

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Beat the Devil’s Tattoo: Chapter 3

A Collisions in the Dark AU, where instead of rescuing Tim from her father, Talia chooses to save Jason’s life, leaving Tim at the mercy, and wrath, of Ra’s al Ghul. Tim eventually wins his freedom, but the price he pays for it? Serving as a double agent for Ra’s, who wants to give Bruce a taste of his own medicine.

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Nanda Parbat, Tibet

October 7, 4:00 pm

It was late afternoon in the courtyard gardens in Ra’s’ compound and Tim sat on a stone bench under the shade of a rhododendron bush in full bloom. He breathed in the honey-scented air and stared at the small water feature gurgling away in front of him, his thoughts occupied with various plans of escape. Located two stories above the ground floor, Tim was originally drawn to the gardens because of the courtyard walls. They looked easy enough to scale and picking his way down the mountainside seemed far safer than braving the sheer drop from his window to the rocky ledge far below.

However, Nanda Parbat was nestled in a small valley of the Tanggula mountain range — carob-colored rockfaces ascending around them from all sides. Even if he managed the climb over the courtyard wall unseen, he doubted he’d survive such a journey at that altitude as it would mean climbing free solo, higher, over the nearest ridge and descending down the other side until he could find the Tanggula pass which navigated through the range.

So instead, Tim sat in the garden and tried not to think about how small and narrow his life had become in such a vast open region as the Tibetan plateau. The irony of it was painful to him — like the universe was playing a sick joke and he was the punch line.

Over the course of a few days, he had developed a routine of irregularity. Each morning he awoke at sunrise and slipped out of his room to find a new area of Ra’s compound to retreat to— the library, the small Buddist temple where some of the recruits performed their morning meditations, and most recently the gardens — intent on being anywhere that Ra’s was not. But there came a point every afternoon where he found that he couldn’t hide no matter how far he wandered and he’d startle at a servant’s hand on his shoulder ready to escort him back to his room to clean up for dinner.

Gravel crunched behind him. Too early, Tim thought and knew it wasn’t a servant coming to get him. He made to stand but too late. Halfway to his feet, an arm snaked around his torso and he found himself pulled into the snare of Ra’s’ embrace, his back held flush against Ra’s’ solid chest.

Ra’s’ other hand caught him under the chin and pulled his head back until it rested over his shoulder. Tim gasped at the effort of it— his back curving like a bow, hips unwittingly pressing up into Ra’s’ forearm if only to relieve the strain.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding all day.” Ra’s breathed against the shell of his ear, his mouth so close his teeth almost nipped at his skin with every word he spoke. “I should have guessed after what you asked me last night. The gardens do offer the best views.”

True to the agreement that Tim had negotiated, last night saw them back in Ra’s’ bedroom. He hadn’t intended on ending up back there so soon but a servant had placed a pitcher of Arak on the table during dinner and Tim had steeled his nerves with one too many glasses of the strong cloudy-colored liquid. And before he knew what had happened, they were standing face to face outside of Ra’s’ bedroom door breathing in each other’s anise-scented breaths.

Ra’s chuckled as he stumbled and leaned heavily into his shoulder. “I will have to remember to teach you how to hold you Arak, Detective.”

“ Where are we?”

“Outside my bedroom.”

I should leave, he remembered thinking to himself. But his brain was sluggish and apparently set on other goals besides his own safety. “No — I meant…”

Ra’s’ fingers found his hair and carded through it absentmindedly. Tim couldn’t think straight when he did that — not when thinking was already so hard for his alcohol-saturated brain as it was.

He shoved off of Ra’s’ shoulder and propped himself up against the stone doorway. The effect was a sensation like falling off a two-story building and Tim pressed his shoulders harder against the stones at his back as the world around him twisted and lurched.

He squeezed his eyes shut and waved a hand vaguely around him, indicating the compound itself. “No, where are we in Tibet?”

There was silence from the older man across from him. When he felt well enough to open his eyes again he found Ra’s staring unrelentingly at him, his eyes a dangerous mixture of hunger and suspicion.

He wasn’t nearly as drunk as Tim was at the moment. Not after spending the night drinking Arak — his favorite liquor and one that was almost as ancient and unchanging as he was. He’d had many centuries worth of lives to develop a tolerance for it.

It felt like Ra’s was weighing his options in his mind, considering which answer he would give him. Finally, he pushed the door open, letting it swing until it bounced against the wall.

He inclined his head, a smile playing on his lips. “Why don’t you come inside and I’ll tell you?”

Tim peered into the room. It looked innocent enough but he knew looks could be deceiving. “Is this your way of saying you want to make a trade?”

They hadn’t done that since that first night after Ra’s’ had pulled him from his dungeon cell. He had certainly made offers in the days since then, but Tim had been steadfast in refusing him.

Ra’s chuckled again and reached for Tim’s elbow, pulling him close. “I’m saying, I’ve been very patient up until this point, but now it’s very clear that I want you and you want answers. Why don’t we go inside by the fire and see if we can come to an arrangement that leaves us both satisfied?”

Despite his better judgment, Tim stepped with him over the threshold.

“Last night?” Tim’s Adam's apple bobbed against the light cage of Ra’s’ fingers around his throat. Standing there in the garden he tried to recall his scattered memories after the door had closed behind them.

It was hard to remember, or maybe it was more that Tim didn’t really want to remember. To his sluggish brain, it felt like he was watching a film on a malfunctioning projector from behind his own eyes. He found himself trying to piece together the sights and sounds of disconnected scenes but the plot as a whole was lost to him.

They’d shared another glass of Arak between them, himself so drunk he didn’t even remember how he made it onto the floor. Ra’s had lit a fire — Tim remembered the heat on his skin and the scratchy, not entirely pleasant, feeling of the carpet under him as Ra’s unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down his legs.

Had they negotiated this? He couldn’t remember saying yes and it seemed much more likely that if Tim had had a say in how they went forward, Ra’s would be the one shedding his clothes, not Tim.

Ra’s was saying something to him but it sounded far away. He might have dozed without meaning to. The stretch and burn of fingers buried in him startled him back to consciousness and pulled an embarrassing keen out of him before he could stop himself. He arched off the floor like a body resurrected, feeling the sweat soaking into the baby hairs at the back of his neck.

“Wait,” he gasped. He swore a spark from the fireplace must have caught on the carpet, he could feel the fire’s heat radiating around him, threatening to burn him up. But there was nothing there when he tilted his head to check.

He could feel the drag of Ra’s’ fingers as they pulled out and pushed in again.“S-Stop—”

His legs were bent, feet planted firmly on the carpet. Ra’s’ head was buried between his legs, his teeth fastened tight on Tim’s left thigh. He could feel the sharp puncture of them as the muscles in his legs trembled and gave out.

“You don’t want me to stop,” Ra’s declared. He pulled away only to start up again on his other thigh.

It hurt more this time. Tim’s dick— which only a moment ago had laid throbbing on his belly, pearlescent at the slit — wilted at the harsh treatment. He reached between his legs and grabbed for Ra’s’ hair — flattened his thighs to the floor in an attempt to get away but there was nowhere to go.

As if to prove his own body’s responses wrong, Ra’s crooked his fingers inside of him and Tim swore, head banging painfully against the carpet as heat surged through him once again. He curled his fingers tightly in Ra’s’ hair and couldn’t stop the way his hips spasmed, torn between pulling away from his teeth and pressed harder onto his fingers. Ra’s’ was right… a part of him liked this. Liked it a lot. And it was quickly drowning out the part of him that objected to how he got that pleasurable feeling as long as it just kept coming.

He might have come soon after that with Ra’s’ mouth on him but he had no actual memory of it. In fact, he didn’t even remember Ra’s’ answer to his question until he woke up later that night, still on the floor but wrapped in a sheet pulled from Ra’s’ bed.

The Tanggula Mountains near Nagqu prefecture.

The fire was low in the hearth in front of him but it held enough light to see the cum smeared across his belly and the dark pattern of bruises on his inner thighs as he pulled his body out from underneath Ra’s’ slumbering form.

Panicked laughter threatened to burst past his lips. It looked like Ra’s had tried to draw him a map with his teeth.

Get it together, he snapped at himself and went to retrieve his clothing from around the room in quick fashion. He pulled them on quietly, more than happy to hide the signs of his shameful pleasure under layers of clothing.

It wasn’t until he’d slipped into his own room minutes later and yanked the bolt securely across the door that he allowed himself to feel anything.

I just went to bed with Ra’s al Ghul. No, he wanted to amend that because there was never really a doubt that he was going to have to have sex with Ra’s eventually.

It was either choose the when, where, and how it happened or have it forced on him. It had seemed that simple to him at first, but tonight was a stark example of how complex it could actually be. Yes, he’d known what he was getting into when he stepped into that room, but the unpredictable element was Ra’s himself who pressed and maneuvered him like a plaything. Drunk as he was he could do nothing but lay there and ride through the waves of pleasure and pain.

He ran a shaky hand through his tangled hair. That can never happen again.

The only question remaining was how was he going to stop it?

Now, here he was a day later and already tangled in Ra’s’ arms again, achingly contorted for his pleasure, and no closer to a solution.

Ra’s’ breath was hot where it ghosted his ear. “I don’t intend to let you run back to your room so quickly tonight. If I were you, I’d have at least three questions at the ready.”

The thought of that alone made him quake and he could feel the smile that Ra’s pressed to his trembling neck.

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It’s Friday, ruled by Venus, as Venus enters Virgo, during the tail end of an intense October full moon! 🌝

Time for some self love

I would like to invite you all to set aside some time for you today! Need some ideas?

🍂Spend five minutes outside, listen to the sounds, feel all the sensations like the breeze and the sunlight, and be still for a moment🍂

🧘🏽‍♀️Take time to meditate today! We all talk about meditation, but many of us don’t feel we can fit it into our busy lives, or perhaps we lack the motivation to do so. It’s okay! Today is a great day to set aside ten minutes for meditation. You could try using an app like headspace, a guided meditation from YouTube, or even trying the good old fashioned method of bringing awareness to your breath and letting your thoughts pass by. If that’s a challenge, try using a mantra! A great mantra for today could be “inhale compassion” “exhale judgement”.🧘🏽‍♀️

🛁Take an extra long indulgent bath or shower. That special scented candle you’ve been saving? Bust it out today! Have a favorite scent or product? Now’s the time to incorporate it into your personal care! Spend some extra time on your skincare routine, use a fancy mask or rose water, you’ve earned it! Envision all the negativity you’ve been carrying washing down the drain, and emerge a brand new you!🛁

💅🏽Paint your fingernails or toenails, if you’re into that sort of thing! If not, you can still take time to give yourself a manicure or pedicure, slowing down and getting your hands and feet nice and fresh and clean, incorporating some hydrating lotion, and giving yourself a little massage! Think of all that our hands do for us each day! For many of us, they allow us to type, to write, maybe to sign or communicate, they prepare our meals, perform our working tasks, and hold our loved ones! Think of all our feet do for us! For many of us, they carry us all day long, taking all the wear and tear that come along with such a responsibility! Show them some love!💅🏽

🤸🏼‍♀️For those who are able, you could take time today for gentle stretching or yoga! I invite you to focus on your breath as you stretch, and visualize the oxygen from your lungs being pulled into any areas you find tense, softening them and elongating them. Stretch only to the point of a slight challenge, don’t force anything or push anything. Remain in that space until you find some comfort there, and check in with your body as you go. 🤸🏼‍♀️

🚶🏽For those who are able, try taking a walk, tuning in to the sounds, sights, and sensations of your neighborhood or local surroundings. Take deep breaths as you go, and feel the satisfaction of moving your body and interacting with the world around you. 🚶🏽

🥘For those who are able, you could prepare yourself a delicious meal, or even bake yourself some cookies! Throw on your favorite music and dance around or sing along a little bit! Be mindful of all the smells and sensations you experience, and take time to connect with your food through your senses. Not much of a chef? Order your favorite meal for delivery, and set aside time to eat mindfully! Take in the colors and aromas of your meal, eat slowly and savor each bite. Light a candle and set the ambiance. Enjoy a special meal!🥘

☕️On a similar theme, make yourself a special cup of tea, cocoa, or coffee! Connect with your ingredients, their smells, their warmth, and ask yourself if any memories arise as you encounter these sensations. Once again, you could treat yourself to your favorite special beverage from a local cafe as well! Maybe you’re into a nice fresh pressed juice or smoothie? Maybe you love some pumpkin spice or a frothy latte? Indulge today, and truly immerse yourself in the vibrant colors of your fruit smoothie or the creamy texture of your favorite nitro cold brew.☕️

🖋Write or express positive affirmations! I used to struggle a lot with anger, but by writing affirmations every day for a long time, I was able to greatly improve my reaction to the anger response. Don’t underestimate the power of affirmations! You can type them into your notes app, hand write them in your journal, or speak them aloud to yourself. Not sure what to say? Try “I am deserving of the same love I bestow unto others” three times in a row, or more if you’d like!🖋

🧸Take a nap! Snuggle up with your favorite blanket in a cozy place and take a break today! Not a nap person? Dedicate an hour to catching up on your favorite show, or watch an interesting documentary. It feels extra special when you do it with intent, trust me. Resting is not a waste of time. 🧸

🛏Change your sheets! Throw them in the machine with a little extra fabric softener or a few drops of your favorite essential oil! Let them soak in there for a good hour before you begin the cycle, then launder them as usual. Maybe use an extra drier sheet, if you’re into that sort of thing. There’s nothing better than slipping into some fresh sheets at the end of a long day!🛏

There are so many more creative ways to honor yourself today, and every day. I would love to hear how you’ve decided to show yourself some love today! Send me an ask or reblog this post and let me know how you dedicated some time just for you today! And remember to say “thank you” to yourself for all that you do. I mean it. 💗

#gratitude #self love #self care #venus #friday #correspondances #devotional acts #kindness #mindfulness #intention #meditation #witchblr #witchy #ritual #magic

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8 Steps: How To Do In 2 Hours, What Most Do In A Week

Regardless if you work from home or commute to an office, many discover it can be a battle to focus, be productive, and finish every one of their assignments.

Since becoming a self-employed marketing specialist (on February 16th, 2020), I've constructed an effective full-time business, launched various side hustles, finished numerous enormous tasks for a few clients without a moment's delay, and worked far less than 40 hours per week while venturing and spending much more time with my family than I ever had before.

Yet, my secret isn't earplugs, espresso, "more self-control," or an enchanted time-management application. (Truth be told, I don't utilize one single efficiency apparatus by any stretch of the imagination.)

In this article, I'll show you the specific, exceptionally intense techniques that caused me to soar my efficiency and get magnificent outcomes without depending on “willpower”.

It's entirely conceivable and regardless of whether you're self-employed or an employee, these tips will help you as well.

1. Stay away from productivity killers

Regularly, individuals attempt to help their efficiency by adding a wide range of assets:

Time management app, calendars, site blockers, productivity books, and so on

Yet, making an inadequate framework more proficient doesn't prompt greater productivity.

Before you add more, start by deducting things that kill your productivity.

It’s not the daily increase but daily decrease. Hack away at the unessential. — Bruce Lee

Rule Number One: Never check your email or messages first thing in the morning.

55% of Americans check their email before they even go to work.

The problem with checking your emails or messages so early is that it puts people in a state of reaction: It fills their head with tasks, stressors, and mini-fires they need to put out before they even had a chance to do all their top priorities.

And since they see their emails before they’re at work, they can’t even do anything about it yet! So, it stays in the back of their mind all morning and they can’t be fully present.

(Later in this article, I’ll show you how to check your email in a more productive way.)

Rule Number Two: Limit all notifications.

Loads of individuals' phones are an interruption factory — with a wide range of alarms, messages, updates, and notification, it resembles having an infant in your pocket.

However, it's unimaginable for you to focus like this.

To start with, people are awful at performing various tasks. Regardless of how hard you attempt it, in the event that you get a notification like clockwork, you can't zero in well on the thing you're doing.

Second, if a notification pulls you away from your work, when you return, you'll burn through a great deal of time as your mind has to readjust to what you were doing, and returns to a similar level of productivity before the interruption. (You lose throughout 23 minutes each time, really.)

Third, checking your notifications resembles a drug:

Each time you check a message, email, alert, and so forth, your cerebrum discharges dopamine, a compound that causes us to feel better.

In the long run, your body gets dependent on these chemicals and you begin wanting it — and the best way to fulfill that hankering is to check Gmail, Instagram, Facebook, and so forth

An exceptionally basic arrangement is simply to set your phone on flight mode or "do not disturb" during explicit times, particularly toward the beginning of the day.

For the individuals who need to take this to the next level, I energetically suggest disabling all unimportant notifications from all applications on your phone.

Rule Number Three: Don't sit in front of the TV, read the news, or check/utilize social media before anything else in the morning.

Productivity is tied in with achieving your most elevated priorities, efficiently and effectively. (Take it from a marketing professional, who’s predominant chunk of work ties back to social media at some point)

Activities for your boss. Building your business. Making a side business. Composing the book you've for the longest time been itching to compose. Preparing for a long-distance race. Getting a degree.

Odds are, be that as it may, your most elevated needs are not Instagram, messages, and viewing SportsCenter.

The issue is, when individuals start the morning by consuming data, they haven't stepped toward their main objectives and they're as of now filling their brain with (generally) pointless, distracting stuff.

None of it will assist them with achieving their greatest errands. Furthermore, more regrettable, things like the news cause individuals to feel more negative, stressed, and pessimistic, further influencing productivity.

Yet, there's a reason behind why such a large amount of this is centered around your mornings…

2. Overcome the most important time of the day

The secret to soaring your efficiency is exceptionally straightforward:

Overcome the initial three hours after you awaken.

This is the point at which you're generally innovative, engaged, ready, gainful, and stimulated.

That is the reason it's essential to secure your mornings and try to benefit from those hours.

Here's how:

To begin with, require a couple of moments at the very beginning of your day to do an amazing morning schedule.

It may appear to be strange to invest energy in the first part of the day not to work, but rather to prepare yourself to work. However, I guarantee those couple of moments will change your productivity.

If I had eight hours to chop down a tree, I’d spend the first six of them sharpening my axe. — Abraham Lincoln

A few plans to "sharpen your axe:"

Meditate. Go for a stroll. Eat healthy. Peruse something motivating. Compose your objectives on a handy-dandy journal. Stretch. And so forth

It doesn't need to be muddled (or long), however plan something to help you feel 100% prepared — mentally, physically, and emotionally — so you're engaged, inspired, focused, and driven.

At that point, when you begin working, you'll have a huge load of momentum to take out the entirety of your assignments.

Second, try not to settle on an excessive number of insignificant choices and, instead, do the same routine consistently.

That is really the mystery of world class level competitors/athletes:

They do the exact same ludicrously, exhausting, boring schedules throughout each and every day.

They eat the same healthy foods. They do the same exercises. They do the same warm-ups.

Once more, mornings are the point at which you are generally beneficial and focused. Try not to squander your psychological energy on minor choices. "What am I going to eat? What am I going to do? What am I going wear? Where am I going to go?"

In all actuality we just have a restricted measure of significant level for mental execution every day.

By doing the same things consistently, you can utilize that elevated level of cognitive energy on the things that matter since all the minor task of your day are on auto-pilot.

Third, accomplish extraordinary work.

After your morning routine, you may have somewhere close to 2–2.5 hours remaining from your initial three hours. That is the point at which you will accomplish your best work.

The remainder of this article will show you how.

3. Why you need to make teeny-tiny assignments

Many individuals think they battle to complete their assignments on account of laziness or an absence of willpower, inspiration, or determination.

In any case, frequently, the explanation is undeniably more straightforward!

For instance, somebody's plan for the day may resemble:

Compose blog article

Build a website

The genuine issue is each task is so overwhelming!

To compose a blog article or construct another site, it could take somewhere in the range of 3 to 30 hours!

Each errand is so huge and inconclusive, there's no foreordained length or approach to quantify its fulfillment — but to complete the entire damn thing. (I speak from experience; can’t you tell my frustration?)

Also, in the event that it winds up requiring 30 hours, it'll remain on your to do list for a few days, if not weeks.

Instead, break them into explicit, noteworthy errands that can be executed in less than 60 minutes.

For instance, rather than "compose a blog entry," it very well may be "compose an outline," "make a draft for the intro," "compose 10 ideas for the title," "compose 200 words," and so forth

These are explicit, significant, and quantifiable.

Much like with sweets, teeny-tiny is better:

With smaller tasks (ex. 20-minute long), you have certainty you can complete them. In any case, if your assignment is to assemble a site (which can require days, weeks, or months), the finish line might as well be in the North Pole.

When you make your errands "teeny-tiny," you'll finish a greater number of assignments in less time than previously. By observing yourself finish more things, you'll pick up momentum and certainty.

When you have a significant plan for the day, it's an ideal opportunity to orchestrate them the correct way…

4. Prioritize like a pro

One of my most extraordinary lessons came from the "80/20 Rule."

Otherwise called the "Pareto Principle," it clarifies that about 80% of your output comes from about 20% of your input.

For productivity, that implies 20% of your work makes 80% of your outcomes.

A few people, however, simply do their daily agenda in any order. So, they may complete a great deal of errands before their day's over, yet get little outcomes (assuming any).

Actuality is, in everybody's plan for the day, there's only a couple of things that have the "greatest value for your money."

So, pick the 3 most significant things — no more than 3 — and put those at the top.

At that point, do those 3 things each in turn and don't do whatever else on your list until you finish those 3 things.

By doing these basic things first, you get the most outcomes every single day.

Once more, you have the most inventiveness, focus, and mental energy in the mornings; so, devote your best time of day on your highest priority tasks.

To figure out your best 3 tasks, try asking yourself:

What three things totally can't stand by until tomorrow?

What are the three things that on the off chance that I finished, but did nothing else, would have the option to get by with?

What are the three things that will have the greatest effect on my life?

Assuming, in any case, you have 5 basic assignments that all should be done today, locate the two things that, in the event that you don't do them, have the slightest repercussions.

At that point prioritize the other three.

(Figuring out how to prioritize will change your productivity, and in addition your life.)

5. Why limiting your time can zap your speed

Have you ever had a whole month to do something minuscule — and that "miniscule thing" winds up requiring the whole month?

There's a law for that.

It's designated "Parkinson's Law": Work expands to fill the time necessary for its completion.

In other words, whatever time you give yourself to finish an errand, it'll take that measure of time — regardless of whether it's 30 minutes, three hours, or three weeks.

Along these lines, to help your efficiency, don't give yourself more time to complete something:

Give yourself less.

Make a forceful time limit and perceive how quick you can do it. Clearly, you need to do a good job, but try to push yourself in terms of speed AND quality.

You'll see that the errands that once took "quite a while" really complete significantly quicker.

More, frequently, you'll really make a superior showing since you're giving your full concentration and focus to hit a pressing time limit.

This is the way you utilize Parkinson's Law for your own benefit.

6. Take interval mental breaks

It gives you stretched intervals to be super-engaged and undistracted while additionally giving you breaks to recuperate and reenergize.

Regardless of whether you're working, composing, or learning, taking regular breaks is essential.

It resembles working out at the gym: You need rest between practices so you can do it again and still have perseverance, strength, and force.

You can do a work duration of 25 minutes — with a brief 5 min break — I for the most part complete 50 minutes with a 10-minute break.

Throughout this break, however, it's essential to really "take a break" and not simply browse email, check social media, or occupy yourself.

Normally, I'll go for a stroll to walk my dog, do yoga stretches or even basic calisthenics to stimulate blood circulation throughout the body; at that point, I reset the clock and go once more.

7. Improve your performance with music

You did your morning schedule. You have your organized daily agenda. You haven't browsed through your emails or messages. You set 50 minutes on your clock and are prepared to tackle the day.

Now what?

Here's a simple tip to help you take your working capacities to the next level:

Tune in to the same music on repeat.

Here's the reason why it’s so effective:

Instead of continually hearing different songs, which urges you to tune in to the words, by tuning in to the same one, you melt into the tune, quit zeroing in on the words, and simply feed off the energy.

My secret sauce is to listen to Binary sounds. Search “Binary Work/Study Music”, it’s far less distracting and gives you more focus to work. (I’m doing it as I compose this article piece!).

8. Conquer the last challenge

The past productivity systems are incredibly amazing and intense.

Yet, here's a severe truth:

Regardless of how well you plan your day or the number of productivity systems you use, in the event that you hate what you’re doing or don't know enough about what you're doing, you won't be productive.

So, on the off chance that you attempt these tips and still battle to complete things, ask yourself:

Do you really want to do them in the first place?

Is there something you're anxious about or afraid of?

In any case, while there are times you need to beat internal opposition — particularly when attempting to transform yourself — some of the time it's an indication of a more profound issue.

Possibly your body, brain, and gut are attempting to reveal to you something.

Talking from personal experience, the last time I opposed accomplishing work, it was on the grounds that I was in an occupation I hated and I wound up quitting (which additionally fixed my depression and allowed me to educate myself more on the thing that mattered most to me).

I can’t tell you for sure, but I do recommend taking some time, digging deep, and seeing where that opposition is coming from. You might just discover a whole new your

I can’t wait to see the greatness you will accomplish.

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Do you have any self-care tips for single subs? I’m in a rigorous grad program, with lots of work involvement and extracurricular activities I do to set myself up for the career I want. However, i tend to burn the candle at both ends, and sometimes come home exhausted and wanting to be in a sub space where I just can have someone take care of me or days where I want to turn my brain off. I look forward to the day I have a Dom that can do that, but til that day comes, do you have any suggestions?

Instructor144 has a popular piece originally written by @pleasurewhore titled “Structure and Self-Care for Unowned Submissives.” This is a great starting point. However, reading between the lines I don’t think lack of structure is the real issue here. You have lots of planning and organization already in place due to your school. What you are wanting is a break from that so you can relax.

Some people might suggest that you masturbate every day and escape via fantasy. Others might suggest going to a munch or playparty, finding a Top to guide you into the role of a sub for a designated period of time. I’m not sure what type of sub you are or how you express that submission. Interacting with the kink community is an option, if that’s what works for you, but I sense adding a whole new community and personal dynamics might be more exhausting for you now. So...play if you need to but let’s go deeper.

I wrote an essay on Patreon describing how important it is to examine your life and the direction of your energy. Outside of the natural world, everything around you needs your energy in order to survive. It takes from you in one way or another. You have to look closely at the balance of the taking vs. return. Your grad program and career dreams are obviously absorbing massive amounts of your energy. This is ok to a certain point, because you know the current sacrifice will lead to a great reward at the end. However, be careful about it taking everything from you. Careers are merciless. You can work yourself into a hole and it will ask you to dig further. If you start out with a deficit, when you get the actual job you could be an empty husk with even more demands on your time than you have now. So, here’s what I want you to do.

Write it out. Put down on real paper your weekly/monthly schedule and how much time is absolutely necessary for your grad program. Talk to your advisors and mentors. Be honest and ruthless. Consider what will make you happy when you graduate that has nothing to do with money. Then, start pruning. Find pockets of time in your schedule that are for you alone. No school, no networking, no friends. YOU. I guarantee there is at least one extracurricular activity that you could drop, maybe two, and your career would never miss it. Weigh your time investment carefully against the return.

Your self. D/s is about a deep mental and emotional connection that has very little to do with an overt sexual play. It is about the bliss of trust, surrender, safety, and freedom to be your true self in the purest form. It is an incredibly special bond that can be like heaven on earth. In the absence of a Dom to share yourself with, I would encourage you to invest in your true self. Being a sub might be part of that. Acts of service might be important to you. I think there are parts that have nothing to do with your grad school that are being ignored. These parts might seem inconsequential but they aren’t. Look for them. Study them. The pruning I mentioned above? Part of that is acknowledging your true self and allowing it to grow through the demands of your life.

Activities. I’ve been talking about cutting things out. Now I want you to start adding them in. Acts of service? Volunteer at a food pantry or animal shelter. Relax your body? An hour each day, uninterrupted, for your body. That could be yoga, guided meditation, a hot bath with music, some really good porn and masturbation. Give your body undivided attention every day. Being outside is a huge part of that. We need the earth connection.

Mental activities. Now this is the kicker. Your mind is already full of school and career. Why add something new? You’re already tired! Hear me out. Part of subspace is the mind/body connection. The focus in the moment. The peace. Everything else shuts away because your body is responding to your Dom’s order. It is automatic. Partially from trust, partially from learned behavior, but your mind can relax because someone else is guiding it. There are other activities that help your mind relax because they imprint a structure your body does and carries the mind along with it. Handcrafts- crocheting, knitting, drawing, building Lego, creating something with your hands can be mentally relaxing. Movement- martial arts, partner dance, rock climbing, some activity that requires focus in the present moment. Notice I’m not saying go to the gym and run on the treadmill. You need something that has a mind/body connection so you can obliterate the rest of your life for awhile. Think of it as a moving meditation. You need flow in your body and your mind.

Diet and sleep. Don’t underestimate the power of these. Less sugar and white foods. More water, vegetables and fruits as close to their natural state as possible. Make sure you are sleeping at least 6 hours a night, preferably 8. Take naps. The more physical activity you do (mentioned above) the more you will need to sleep. Configure your life to be simple and healthy. Nourish yourself.

Unexpected. Once a month, I want you to do something that you would normally NEVER think of doing. Something off the wall and a bit crazy. Break your routine. Stretch your mind. Do something that literally has nothing to do with your career. Go to that slam poetry night. Check out that death metal concert. Go to the eclipse-viewing meetup. Get your CPR card. Take a Punjabi cooking class. Find something intriguing, even just for one event, and go do it.

Balance. Your drive and focus so far is admirable. However, remember that you are a human being with needs and emotions. Don’t let the future start killing you now. We all end up in the ground. Look at what is behind your drive to succeed. Are you trying to prove yourself to someone, even yourself? Are you fighting for recognition? Are you coming from a place of ego instead of your heart? Nothing ages a man more than struggle with the self. Do what you need to do, get where you need to go, but your intent will determine the health of your achievement.

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HOW TO GET A GOOD NIGHT’S SLEEP

Can’t sleep? Don’t panic. We have you covered with these tips that will have you peacefully dreaming in no time. When you can’t seem to unwind after a long, stressful day, sleep can seem impossible. If you can’t unwind, you won’t be able to relax enough to get a full night of sleep. That can hurt your health and affect your mood, your job, and your relationships. Try these tips to fight the stress and induce a great night of slumber.

STRESS-FIGHTING TIPS

Talk to Someone

We all need to discuss our worries sometimes. Talking to someone – whether you talk to a friend, family member, co-worker, or therapist – can be enough to calm your nerves. So go ahead and get things off your chest and see how much better you feel.

Come up with a Solid Plan

The best way to achieve goals is by creating a step-by-step plan to get you to where you want to be. Create a list of your biggest problems you’d like to tackle. Come up with a few solutions that will begin to address those problems and make them more manageable for you. Just the simple act of creating a plan will be enough to take some of the worries off your shoulders.

Focus on Your Breathing

When we feel stress, our breathing changes, becoming more rapid and shallow. There are other physical changes as well. Our muscles feel tighter and our shoulders hunch. To fight these physical changes caused by stress, you need to concentrate on your breathing because it will help calm your nerves. Focus on slowly and deeply breathing in and out, and make a conscious effort to relax your muscles by doing simple stretches and willing your body to relax. Sometimes all it takes is mind over matter.

RETRAIN YOUR BRAIN

Embrace the Chaos

Overthinking your circumstances can make stress worse. Instead of replaying the situation in your head endlessly, accept it. Tell yourself it is what it is. You can’t change your circumstances – you can only change your reaction to them. Sometimes letting go of your need to control everything is the best thing you can do.

Think Long-Term

It can be easy to get swept up in daily drama at home or in the office. When you feel that happening, ask yourself if that drama will matter one year from now. Most of the time the answer will be no, and you’ll find yourself feeling more relaxed.

Follow Your Gut

When you’re in doubt about how to handle a difficult situation, always trust yourself. Rely on your wisdom and spirit – if you listen to yourself, you’ll find your way. You have the strength to get through any challenge if you dig deeply enough.

KEEP THINGS POSITIVE

Stop Watching the News

When you’re feeling stressed out, the last thing you should do is add more negativity and worry into your life. You need to unplug for a while – stop reading and watching the news on television. While it’s good to stay informed about the world around you, most of the news being reported is negative. That can add more pressure and hopelessness to what you’re already feeling.

Surround Yourself with Positive People

We tend to become like the people we spend the most time with. If you’re spending most of your time with negative people, you’ll feel more negative. But if you surround yourself with happy, positive people, their attitudes will rub off on you.

Incorporate Simple Exercises

Exercise is known for its ability to make stress disappear. Even a few minutes of jumping jacks, push-ups, or a walk through the park will ease the tension, both physically and mentally.

Work Toward a Goal or Pursue a Hobby

Checking things off your to-do list can give you a great feeling of accomplishment. That’s enough to reduce stress all on its own. If you have a few free minutes, pursue a hobby you enjoy – it will be a wonderful release for your mind.

RELEASE THOSE ENDORPHINS

As we mentioned, exercise is beneficial, but certain exercises can excite you, while others work to relax you. Here are some relaxing, gentle exercises for you to try.

Walking Meditation

For this calming exercise, you’ll inhale as you take four steps, then exhale for the next four steps. Keep doing these steps and focusing on your breathing for at least three minutes. Keep pushing the boundaries of what you can do by working up to six-to-eight steps for every inhalation and exhalation.

Sitting Stretches

To do this exercise, sit down on the ground or a chair – whichever is more comfortable for you. Inhale slowly and deeply while extending your arms straight up. Stretch to the right as you exhale. Inhale while coming back to the center. As you reach the center, exhale while you stretch to the left. Repeat this process for five more breaths.

Lying Down Stretches

While lying down on the floor, or on your bed, if you have a bad back, stretch your arms above your head and push your heels away from your body. Hold that position for 15 to 20 seconds before relaxing. Then repeat the stretch five times.

How to Breathe to Reduce Stress

Slowly inhale to fill your lungs fully with air, without forcing too much air in. Imagine you’re filling up a bottle, so your lungs fill from the bottom. Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. As you breathe, count from one to five in your head. Then, as you let the breath slowly escape, count from one to five in your head again. Repeat this breathing pattern until you feel calm.

TIPS FOR THE MORNING

Facing the morning can be a challenge when you don’t feel like you can handle another workday on such little sleep. Here are some tips to help you power through your morning routine.

Open your blinds right after getting out of your bed in the morning. Natural light will stimulate your mind and your body. Sunlight will help enhance your mood and give you energy.

If you’re tired, don’t panic. You can get through this day – it’s not the first sleepless night you’ve had in your life.

Take a short walk around the block or do some jumping jacks and push-ups to wake up.

Having a cup of coffee or tea is fine, but you don’t want to overdo it. It can help take the edge off of a bad night’s sleep, but caffeine can’t make up for the sleep you’ve missed.

If you have to drive to work, turn on your radio and put the windows down to help you stay awake. You don’t want to be in an accident because you’ve fallen asleep while you’re driving.

Try to avoid projects that require a lot of numbers or other details. You’d be better off tackling that after a good night’s sleep.

Snack on power foods like almonds and dried apricots that have immune-boosting vitamin E and selenium.

Stay away from the sugar. Once it wears off, you’ll crash hard and feel worse.

Avoid a heavy breakfast. Go for a handful of nuts, a boiled egg, or a light fruit salad. Heavy, filling meals will make you feel more tired.

GET THROUGH THE REST OF THE DAY

Make sure to stay well hydrated.

Eat protein to give you a steady supply of energy throughout the day.

If you can take a nap during the day, it may help. Keep it to 15 minutes though so you don’t feel groggy afterward.

Avoid staying in stuffy, warm rooms because that will make you even more tired.

Try to avoid serious discussions with your spouse. It’s easy to get into arguments when you’re tired.

Talk to your friends and co-workers. A good laugh can give you a jolt of energy.

Don’t make any big decisions. It’s not a good idea to make them while you’re feeling exhausted.

Take mini-breaks to destress your mind and your body. Walk around every hour or so for a few minutes.

Don’t skip meals. You’ll need energy from your food to power through the day. But make sure to keep those meals light.

When nighttime rolls around, unwind by having a bath, drinking a cup of tea, rubbing in a scented lotion on your arms and legs, and playing some relaxing music.

Make it a high priority to go to bed on time so you can get solid seven-to-nine hours of sleep.

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An (Un)Healthy Check up

This is me, probably about 6 / 7 years old...?...(looks like I’m busy burying a vampire I’ve just staked?)...what I would give to let that little girl know that she really is enough, and to never let the world get her down so much so that she questions herself.

Fast forward 31 years and I’m now on a quest to try and get back to being as much like that carefree child. The most stressful thing I had to think about then, was whether I would get some sweets at the weekend and if Barbie and Ken would like the salon I’d made for them out of toilet rolls and a load of old boxes.

The unfortunate thing about ‘LIFE’ is that - ‘LIFE HAPPENS’(!) and the person you become is built up of many moments and experiences. In my case, my moments and experiences ended up helping to construct someone lacking confidence and overflowing with anxiety. I started dieting from about the age of 15 (and since then the weight only went up!) Friendships became toxic and I ended up having to build myself a new peer group. I developed a pattern of using food and drink to both celebrate and commiserate. I overindulged on happy days, sad days, sunny days, rainy days; to plaster over a stressful situation, and gee myself up when I needed some dutch courage. My health took a battering, developing asthma, bad knees (at one point the doctor did say I had arthritis...later on rescinding this?!?), IBS and depression. I’ve gone through stages of going totally bonkers with exercise, from running every day, to not at all and just lying on the sofa eating crisps. I tried so many times to follow weight loss programs - if only I’d saved that money instead. After repeatedly falling off the wagon I’d restart another program with so much excitement, only for the hard work to start and the realisation that this wouldn’t be a walk in the park, to hit. I’d throw in the towel and unhappily stuff my face (self sabotage anyone?) My stomach was in a constant mess resulting in time off work (and increased time in the loo!). I tried gluten free, but again after a month or two of symptoms easing and feeling good I’d then decide it wasn’t as bad as originally thought and devour everything in sight, only to go shooting right back to the beginning. As well as feeling like crap because my stomach was in agony, I’d also be mentally berating myself for not being able to stick to anything AGAIN. Why didn’t I have the ability to stick to anything? Especially when all the things I was doing, I was doing in the hope of helping myself?

Appointment no.1

After realising finally just how much I was hurting myself, and how much I was struggling, and after crying on the shoulders of some very amazing friends and family (I really hope you guys know who you are) I decided to see the doctor. To help with my IBS, anxiety and stress (which was a bowlful of Catch-22 IBS related loveliness!!!) I was prescribed anti depressants. Whilst these helped initially, they didn’t touch my inner demons. Self destructive patterns were repeated and the only thing I learnt, was how better to hide things from others.

This must stop!

Back in 2018 my body finally had had enough. After feeling like utter shite for months on end, monitoring over the course of a few weeks how my heart would start racing (just sitting at my desk) and having increasing episodes of hot flushes, I knew I needed to get in contact with the doctor. This time I really wanted to do something...and I was scared. The ball got moving though earlier than I’d planned.

Sitting at work my heart suddenly started to race. (There were no harsh words/emails, up-coming meetings/reviews, and I hadn’t eaten a heavy or spicy meal, there wasn’t anything in fact that could explain why this was happening). It felt as though I was having a panic attack (although never having had one, I couldn’t say for sure?). Luckily I was able to get an appointment with the doctor (another one) later that same day. I feel forever grateful to have been given an appointment with this particular doctor. For the first time ever I felt listened to, rather than just hurried along with the explanation for everything being the bog (pun intended) standard ‘gluten intolerance’. This went so much deeper. I was booked in for blood tests (and stool samples - yuck!) to check for any intolerances (also checking for Crohn’s and Celiac disease)/vitamin deficiencies, given leaflets on the FODMAP diet (although I do feel like this isn’t the full answer for my stomach issues, it definitely helped to fully monitor what foods were triggering my IBS symptoms). We also had a bloody good talk. I didn’t feel like I was just another foot through the door and that the clock was being watched; I really could have hugged my Doc. I left feeling so positive (for most probably the first time in years). Even if we couldn’t rule everything out straight away (there would be a lot of trial and error in the up-coming months), it felt as though someone was on my side and wanted to help. Someone had finally just sat and listened (I’m not including friends and family in that comment - believe me, they definitely have done more than their share of hand holding and listening. This just meant so much, having someone from the health profession listen rather than assume.)

Blood test results

Well the results came in: B12 deficient and lacking folic acid. (I did have to have a further round of blood tests to rule out Pernicious Anemia, but this came back negative.) I also had to provide a ‘sample’, but the only embarrassing part about this was the idiot monkey behind the reception desk deciding that she needed to shout out across the waiting room that my little tube contained pooh (ground please swallow me up!!!)

Diet

B12 and folic acid were tackled with supplement vitamins and a controlled diet (at the time I was going through the FODMAP diet - which was so hard to navigate. So in the mean time I’ve knocked that on the head, but have tried to limit certain foods and just be more mindful about what I am putting into my body - for example I don’t eat apples as they really don’t like my stomach, I have to be careful how much beetroot/coffee/chickpeas, nuts and chocolate I have and I do try to limit bread/pasta. I was put on a list to speak to a dietician....I’m still waiting to see them!)

I have also rejoined WW online (but if being truthful, I’m still struggling with this. It’s still that bit too easy for me to not track all foods). It’s definitely a work in progress. The recipes are fantastic - I just need to be more honest with it if it’s going to work. One positive with this app though is that it has helped learning to track my weight only once a week (I used to have a day ritual of weighing myself).

I’ve cut right back on alcohol (to be another post soon, as this is a whole other story in itself). I’m already feeling the benefits, and some of them in unexpected ways - my skin has never felt/looked clearer (and from someone who is obsessed with studying the wrinkles on her forehead, this has been a fantastic bonus).

Fitness

I’ve downloaded some fitness apps to try and increase the amount of exercise I do (sitting at a desk for 8 hours a day does not help with general fitness!)

ZR5K: I’m currently doing a 5K training app (learning to run whilst escaping from Zombies - I’ve not used this app when it’s dark, I think it would unnerve me too much).

Race at your pace*: I’ve signed up for ‘Race at your pace’ (it was only £10 (medal only option)...and I get a medal at the end - as long as I complete my target of 25 miles run through out January). This has been a real motivator - I love the idea of getting a medal at the end of the month. This has also been mega easy to implement - I just track at the same time as escaping Zombies! *£10 for a medal - more if you want a Race at your pace top. **mile target is set by yourself and you can complete it by either running/walking or swimming for that particular month. MapMyRun: I currently use this as well, to track where I’m going and how long it’s taking me. It’s been a brilliant tool for monitoring average pace, and I’m hoping as the months role by to see this improving. Yoga: I’m also starting to implement some yoga into my daily routine too. I find that as well as it helping to stretch and loosen my muscles after a run (very slow shuffle), it also helps me to unwind and switch off.

Mindfulness

Breathe: I have downloaded a relaxation and meditation app. As with all the apps I’m currently using, I’ve gone for the free option so with this particular one, I don’t get the longer/more specific meditations, but there are still a great range to select from. They have been really helpful unwinding before bed. I just need to get into a better routine of using this daily.

Supportive networks

The hubby, friends and family have all been invaluable to me getting to where I am now. My husband is an amazing man (also a pain in the arse, but hey - I’ll forgive him that) and I absolutely cherish all he does in order to help me on my journey to being a better, happier human being! I cannot stress enough, how you need people around you who (may not have the answers but) will listen - without judgement. I feel so incredibly lucky to have the people around me who I know I can talk to, cry on and ask opinions of. I’ve been incredibly honest with my boss. Luckily he is someone who I know I can talk to and he’s been very understanding. After worrying about time off work due to sickness (stress/IBS/depression issues etc) I opened up completely about everything - food, health (mental and physical)....and I’ve even asked if I can set my health goals as part of my personal development target at work. (Being proactive about helping myself can surely only have a positive impact on my work/life balance. A happier/healthier worker will have a better attitude at work and (I’m hoping) a more productive output???)

Other ‘things’

I’ve also tried to absorb anything and everything that is supportive, positive that will help shore up my personal goals on my journey to self improvement.

I’ve downloaded healthy living podcasts, listened to audio books on being alcohol free and been reading ‘self help’ books - such as ‘The Happiness Equation’.

So this is me - minus the fringe and wondering if I should have curled my hair (see, I’m still a stress head). I’m not 100% healthy or happy but I’m trying my hardest to get there. I’ve got a lot of things to figure out but this time I’m willing to try. I may not be a little six year old happily sitting on the beach, but I’m determined to approach life with that same open and curious mindset...and vampires beware, I’ll still stake and bury you, no questions asked if you try to bite!

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That’s all for now folks.

Along the way Annie X came on the scene. I’ll explain my relationship with her in the next ‘session’.

Thanks, be kind to each other and I’ll see you next time R (and Annie X) x

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25 Ways to feed your mind, body, & soul

PRACTICE MINDFULNESS Mindfulness is an important practice to infuse calmer into your life. I find that being mindful encourages me to enjoy the little moments I would otherwise miss. If mindfulness feels like a struggle, make it easy with seven days of mindfulness prompts.

DETOX FROM TECHNOLOGY Sometimes we forget that there is an entire world beyond the internet. Lately, I’ve been feeling sucked into my laptop and phone too much, and I’m feeling the urge to take a break and get away from it. That could be one day a week without opening my laptop or setting clear boundaries for a technology-free time at night. Here’s a 7-day media detox challenge if you want to try it out yourself.

QUIET YOUR MIND Quieting your mind is so important for reducing stress. Whether it’s writing all your thoughts on paper before bed or meditating in the morning, make it a priority to quiet your mind at least once a day.

DIFFUSE ESSENTIAL OILS Essential oils can be great for stress-relief. Even though I love essential oils and I have more than one person rationally needs, I always forget to turn my diffuser on. I’m going to start making it part of my morning and evening routine so that turning my diffuser on becomes a habit.

MAKE TIME FOR SELF-REFLECTION Self-reflection is so important for our personal growth. It can be tricky to find the motivation to journal, but it’s worth it to let go of the thoughts floating around in your head. Self-reflection helps you explore who you are and create more space for positive thinking.

TWEAK YOUR MORNING ROUTINE Your morning routine sets the tone for the rest of the day, so try to squeeze in something that creates a sense of calm right away. Try meditating, journaling, drinking a cup of tea, or stretching. Little changes can help you start your day on the right foot. Here are some more ideas to makeover your morning routine.

READ MORE BOOKS When Netflix is calling your name, it’s easy to forget about the wonders of getting lost in a book. Create a healthy balance between the amount of time you spend watching vs. reading. Set a specific time that you want to read each day and stick to it.

LEARN SOMETHING NEW We know it’s important to quiet your mind, but it’s also important to challenge yourself and learn something new. Make time to continue your personal growth in areas you often forget to explore. Try watching TED talks, checking out a book from the library, or taking a Skillshare class.

GET SOME FRESH AIR Whether it’s during the day or at the weekend, getting some fresh air and Vitamin D is a great way to feel more refreshed. I like to go for a walk in the middle of the day to get away from my to-do list and come back to work with a clear head.

Our health is not one-dimensional. In order to find balance and well-being, we must nourish the 3 parts that make up our whole being: mind, body, and soul. Here are 25 ways to nourish your mind, body, and soul!

EMBRACE SLOW MOVEMENT Sometimes our bodies crave slow movement, like yoga or going for a walk. Often we get into the mindset that we have to sweat during a workout to make it “worth it”. Instead, be okay with taking it slow and not feeling the need to ‘sweat’ every time you work out.

REDUCE ADDED SUGAR I’m not someone who reads food labels, but I am starting to pay attention to how much sugar I consume on a daily basis. Added sugar is everywhere! I want to become more aware of this so that I can avoid sugar crashes which no doubt cause me to feel sluggish.

LEARN ABOUT AYURVEDA Ayurveda is a science of life. Its guiding principles are 1) that the mind and the body are inextricably connected and 2) that nothing has more power to heal and transform the body than the mind. Understanding your unique mind-body type (dosha) can help you feel more balanced. Deepak Chopra has a great article about it here.

EAT MORE VEGGIES We all know we should eat more veggies, but actually doing it is another story. Try finding ways to sneak vegetables into your meals without making a big deal about it. Put cauliflower or zucchini in your smoothies, snack on carrots and hummus, or squeeze some lemon juice onto plain veggies to make them more interesting. Also, choose meals at restaurants that contain veggies or ask for them on the side.

STRETCH Stretching is so important to keep our joints and muscles in good condition. The more I sit at my desk, the more I realize how inflexible I’m becoming. I know for sure that my posture is not the best, so I want to make more of an effort to stretch whenever I can.

SCRAPE YOUR TONGUE Sounds a little weird, but have you ever tried tongue scraping? It’s one of the most satisfying things in the world. Bacteria on your tongue can cause bad breath so a tongue scraper can get rid of the nasties. It’s a quick fix to help you feel refreshed after eating.

NOURISH YOUR SKIN Taking care of your skin is an important part of self-care. Not only does it help your complexion, a skincare ritual can allow you time to relax and unwind at the end of the day. I want to stick to a simple yet relaxing daily skincare routine and make sure I’m not skipping any important steps. If you need some inspiration for your skincare routine, here’s a peek at mine.

GET MORE SLEEP Sleep is one of the biggest factors in our energy levels throughout the day. Lately, I’ve been lenient with my bedtime schedule, but I want to make sure I’m getting a solid eight hours of sleep. If you’ve been staying up too late, check out this blog post about creating a nighttime routine.

START A PASSION PROJECT That random idea you’ve had in the back of your mind forever? Start it. As someone who has been blogging for almost four years, I’ve been able to turn my passion into my job. At the same time, I know there’s more to life than what I create on the internet. I want to explore other sides of creativity, whether that’s through drawing, coloring, or photography.

GO SOMEWHERE NEW Even though I preach about the importance of daily routines, it’s necessary to break away from your routine every now and again. Try a new coffee shop or restaurant. Go to a nearby city that you’ve never explored. Switch things up to keep life interesting.

CONNECT WITH OTHERS Connecting with friends and new people can provide such joy to our lives. My word for 2018 is ‘connection’ because I want to break away from my tendency to only spend time with myself. This means actually reaching out to people and making plans, as well as asking for help instead of trying to do everything by myself.

DECLUTTER Regular decluttering is good for the soul. Release the things that no longer need to take up space in your life. As someone who prides myself on not holding onto stuff I don’t need, I’m embarrassed that my closet has somehow morphed into a storage unit. Time to KonMari it!

CLEAN MORE OFTEN I honestly hate cleaning, but I’m noticing how much dirt can affect my mental state. Depending on how much space you have, you might want to clean more often than others. For me, it’s having one day of the week to tackle the dust.

CREATE WORK BOUNDARIES This is especially important for the self-employed, but it can apply wherever you work. Be strict with the times that you make yourself available to your boss and coworkers. Turn email notifications off on your phone after work. Better yet, don’t link your work email to your phone in the first place.

SAY NO Remember that no is a full sentence. You don’t have to justify your decisions to anyone. If you don’t want to do something, stand your ground and make sure your needs are being met first. If you’re ready to stop over-committing yourself, check out this post.

GIVE YOURSELF PERMISSION TO RELAX It’s hard, right? But it’s so important to value your downtime and take advantage of it when you can. Make sure you’re maintaining a good balance between productivity and rest. Here’s how to make the most of your downtime when you get it.

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B A S I C S :

FULL NAME: Fein Komo

NICKNAME(S): Little Dreamwalker to Dorian.

DATE OF BIRTH / AGE: Sometime in the beginning of the year / 27

ORIENTATION: Pansexual.

OCCUPATION: Jedi Padawan / X Wing Pilot

SPECIES: Mirialan.

P H Y S I C A L :

FACE CLAIM: Toni Mahfud

HEIGHT: 6′12’

WEIGHT: 180lbs

EYES: Light amber brown.

HAIR: Black, lightening to blonde in some places from his time under the sun in the pits. He keeps it long, cutting it to shoulder length at Yavin.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A variety of old and new scars along his body from his fights, and a network of tattoos in various places along his body. His tattoos are the one part of his culture Fein embraces fully. His life is made worthy by the actions he takes - the things he does and does not do - and he marks them on his skin so that when he is dead his loved ones can weight his deeds and deem him worthy or not.

B A C K G R O U N D :

HOMETOWN: He’d say Coruscant, and the creche, before anything else.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Yavin IV.

LANGUAGES: A few small working phrases he’s picked up in the more common tongues that could get him by in a pinch, but nothing too fluent.

EDUCATION: Only what he got in the Jedi Temple.

PARENTS: Unknown.

CRECHE MASTER: Noa Niedra

FORMER JEDI MASTER: Thena Wyn

CURRENT JEDI MASTER: Noa Niedra

SIBLING(S): none living. (Adoptive - Matthias Ilesar, Nimm Aldenar, Osira Santo)

ROMANTIC STATUS: Single.

PET(S): None, except for the Banthu herd he sometimes wtaches with Nimm.

T H E A B S T R A C T :

FEARS: Failure - but spectacularly. He doesn’t fear failing in a ritual, or forgetting a stance in his training with a staff; he fears never getting a grip on his emotions, never being able to let go of his memories of the pits or his hatred for the Academies on Mirial. He fears never being able to become a quieted center in a storm, he fears that the storm will swallow him whole and he will be what tore down the Order all over again. He fears the Sith, and all their freedoms, and fears that he will not be strong enough to turn away.

GENERAL LIKES: Mornings so cold he can see his breath, the way ice sparkles against the ground and cracks when he walks across it, and the silence that echoes for miles around him when he’s sitting in the cockpit of his fighter. The feeling when he opens his eyes after a long meditation and the world is calm and his body is loose and tingling for him to move. Blood in the sands of the pits and warm across the skin of his shoulders and back, and the way his very soul feels spent after sending nightmares coursing across the arena. The weight of a wrench in his hand, the way Noa says his name, a satisfying cup of hot spiced tea, and watching the sun set over the jungles of Yavin IV.

GENERAL DISLIKES: The sour taste in his mouth after using his Force gift, and the feeling of defeat when he realizes he used it again without even knowing. Sunrise meditations, bland food, and blankets. The sticky humid feeling on his skin from the weather on the rebel base’s planet, and not understanding something.

USUAL MOOD / EXPRESSION: He’ll greet you with a smile, and then keep on moving. Constant motion is his comfort, unless he’s meditating - which hardly anyone sees since he waits until the world is quieted and all are asleep. He keeps most of the world at arms length but the first word that comes to mind when someone mentions Fein Komo is ‘nice.’ He’s a nice guy - average in every way, but a gifted pilot. And that is the way he likes to keep it.

TRAITS: Innovative / Adaptable. Courageous / Impulsive. Determined / Single-minded. Self-Conscious / Unsure. Charismatic / Volatile.

HABITS: He tends to drum his fingers against whatever surface is available - tables, walls, doors, his leg, his arm - and if he’s sitting his leg is most certainly bouncing. He loves to move, loves to be in motion - when he’s doing something, he isn’t thinking.

HOBBIES: He meditates every night/early morning - before he gets his short few hours of sleep and when he wakes up. It centers him and allows him to focus his day. It also helps him tamp down his force energy. When he’s not training, Fein is always in the hangar bay fiddling with his fighter or another ship. He’s a grease monkey - and the inner workings of the ships all make sense to him, where his inner workings are often too chaotic for him to work through.

MORNING ROUTINE: After sleeping maybe three or four hours, Fein wakes up and meditates for a short period of time - his morning meditations range from 20minutes to a half hour, simply because he finds it hard to concentrate with people bustling around and the sun rising. Depending on his training schedule for the day, he’ll either set out to find Noa, or he’ll head straight to the ariship hangers to begin working on some project again.

NIGHTLY ROUTINE: He works late into the night, and then, usually long after the moons risen and the stars are deep and bright and the last night owl like him has tucked in for bed, he’ll find a spot in the temple above to sit under the stars and drop into a deep meditation. His nighttime meditations can be anywhere from an hour to two or three. Afterwards he will retire to his bed, waking up in a few hours to begin again.

DEADLY SIN: Wrath

ZODIAC: Capricorn

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral, wanting desperately to be Chaotic Good.

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor.

CLASS & SPECIALIZATION: Dual Wield Reaver.

H I S T O R Y :

“After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began. ”

“Mirial.”

It was snowing the morning they came to take him from his mother.

Fein can remember the way it caked on his mother’s eyelashes as she kissed him goodbye. He can remember tears heavy and raw in her throat as she begged them to let her son stay one more year (“he’s so young, too young please he doesn’t understand”). He can remember watching over the shoulder of the Teacher who carried him away, as her figure stood small and alone, wrapped in a blanket, in front of their little hut, watching him leave.

He doesn’t remember her name, or her face, or the name she gave him; but he can never forget the snow, and the tears, and the blanket. They haunt him now, as they did when he was young - specters of the last time he was loved, a remnant of a life seeped in nightmares.

“The Youth Academy.”

When he arrived at the temple, deep in the ice-covered mountains of the Mirialan Youth Academy, he cried for his mother throughout the night. “You will forget in time,” the teachers told him, soothing him through the deep gasping breaths, “In time this will be home.” But it never was. As his tearful nights stretched into tearful weeks, the Teachers grew impatient, “Your actions reflect on all of us,” they would hiss, pulling his head back by the hair to wipe the tears from his eyes with vicious hands, “What do you bring to our culture, to our people, with your tears and whining for a life that meant nothing?”

As they grew increasingly more frustrated, Fein grew afraid of their cruel worlds and harsh hands and, as any child does, learned to hide his tears and his nightmares. When he couldn’t hold them back he would run, hiding himself around corners and through doors, until he’d found a way to the very heights of the Academy.

But the soaring towers didn’t scare him, they exhilarated him. He’d found a place to love in this new world of anger and pain, and soon, he would find any excuse to escape to his refuge. When the deep hours of the night would fall, and the halls of the Academy would grow silent - alone, he would climb to the rafters and let himself feel, let himself cry. Alone he would sit, with none as his witness but the stars.

His nighttime wandering did not come without a price, of course, and it was in that first year that he earned his new name. Fein, the teachers called him after they caught him sleeping through the noon meditations for the third time, For the way you feign the rituals. They thought him lazy, thought him insincere, but the more he tried to explain that he preferred the light of the moon to the light of day for his meditations, the more they scoffed, and the more they punished.

Too young to know the differences, they said, Too young to choose. So, he stopped protesting, stop arguing, and Fein he became.

Angry and bitter, he learned to sleep only a few hours a night. Learned to regulate his breathing until the Night Ward finally drifted to sleep herself, and he could find himself once more at the roof of the Academy. He learned the stars by heart, mapping them in little doodles on his homework throughout the day, and dotting them in the sands of the practice yards with the staves he was supposed to be balancing. It was among those stars that he first saw the distant lights of the strangers’ ship – he watched it land in the early hours of the morning, when the sun had only just begun to edge the purples of the night light pink, and it was in those deepening shadows that Fein saw the Jedi emerge.

His mother had told him of the Jedi, of course. Every child on Mirial knew of the Force – their species was blessed with a deeper connection (more primitive the Masters would tell him later, but he far preferred the Mirialan view) than any other – and Fein had been creating stories in his head of these shining Knights for longer than he could speak.

Fein was the only child they took from the Academies that trip. The Teachers made sure of it. They shoved Fein into the Jedi’s lines - Different, they called him, Wrong. Surely one of yours.

The Jedi waved a tool in front of Fein’s face and nodded, before scooping him up. Ours, the Master murmured into Fein’s hair, and Fein let his hands scrunch just a little harder on his hard canvas traveling cloak.

Ours, the Master’s companion whispered, reaching out a hand to smooth his hair at the back of his neck, as he locked eyes with her’s and refused to blink.

Theirs, Fein let the word burn into his mind, etched in the only stars he’d ever known, as they carried him onto a ship.

“Coruscant.”

His life improved dramatically at the Jedi Temple.

His creche mother noticed his sleep patterns and let him nap during the day, sitting with him during the nights and teaching him how to regulate his breath and let his mind sink into meditative patterns. As he grew, she taught him to harness his anger at his treatment at the hands of the Teachers of Mirial, and reminded him that no matter how much he wanted to blame her, his mother had no choice but to let him leave her.

On Coruscant, Fein distinguished himself as a strong fighter – agile and intuitive, he excelled in the physical side of youngling training. His affinity for clambering up to heights that gave most pause gained him a reputation for recklessness that he hardly sought to dissuade.

His force abilities; however, failed to develop. Where the rest of his Youngling clan was learning to harness minor skills like levitation and control, Fein could barely make a pebble wobble in the dust. “A late bloomer,” his creche mother would soothe in her words made of syrup and honey, “Not all are Masters at first try.” But Fein was impatient, and tired of being the failure.

When his clan were given the title of padawan, Fein begged – pleaded – to be given the same. There must be someone, he argued, anyone who would take a Padawan like him. Finally, a knight stepped forward, took pity on his pleas, and as she reached out to smooth the hairs at the back of his neck in her cool touch he felt the words once more – ours.

Hers, He met her eyes, and knew she would never let him down.

Hers. She kept his hands steady when, months later, the force still would not come.

Hers. He fought back tears as she tied another braid into his hair, another year spent learning, watching, waiting, for the talent that would not come.

Hers. She never wavered, never questioned – always patient in her faith in his abilities.

Hers. Side by side they fought in Wars he did not understand.

Hers. Back to back they circled in the temple’s broken doors when the Order came down.

Hers. She shoved him back, against a drape, and caught the red red red against her own body, and in that moment the Force screamed from him in a vortex of roiling spider colonies, all consuming flames, and deep shadows of coursing blue lightening. The red faded away as the Troopers ran, and his Master’s blood fell heavy on his hands.

Hers. He carried her, blood on his hands, from the screaming burning temple.

Hers. She smoothed the hairs down, against the back of his neck, with cold trembling fingers.

Mine, she murmured, voice choking on blood and death, Run.

A padawan does as his master commands.

“Nowhere.”

He wasn’t on any lists. His name wasn’t shouted by the Stormtroopers as “Wanted.” He was a low ranked Padawan with no visible Force abilities - why would he be counted a threat Oh, they would kill him if they knew him, of that he had no doubt, but when Storm Troopers burst through the door of the bar on the backwater planet he had fled to, he couldn’t find a reason to run, couldn’t find a reason to fight.

“You look like one of them,” one rasped through the breather on his helmet.

“Looks more like no one,” his friend laughed, but they clapped him in shackles all the same.

For two weeks, deep in the bowels of a ship Fein never saw the name of, it was the same routine. His world shrank to three questions, and the same pain.

Where is the Jedi Order? Pain. Who are you? Pain. Why do you wear Padawan braids? Pain. Where is the Jedi Order? Pain. Who are you? Pain. Why do you wear Padawan braids? Pain. Where is the Jedi Order? Pain. Who are you? Pain. Why do you wear Padawan braids? Pain. Where is the Jedi Order? Pain. Who are you? Pain. Why do you wear Padawan braids? Pain.

Finally, they realized what all the rest had already known. Fein Komo was no one, knew nothing, and felt nothing.

Useless, broken, and mute; they cut the braids from his head and threw him to the only place on the closest planet that would pay money for him.

“The Fighting Pits.”

Fein himself would have bet on his death first round.

When they drug him to the center of the sand filled arena and his first opponent stood above him, lifting his hands to the cheers of the crowd, Fein assumed he was bound for death. As his opponent’s sword caught the noonday sun in a sharp glint, Fein closed his eyes and thought of a cool touch and soft words.

Hers.

And as soft eyes and blood pooling in the corner of her mouth, the Force ripped out of him once more. One moment his opponent stood in self assured victory, his sword plunging down to sever Fein’s head from his body – the next, the man cowered against the walls of the arena, screaming and begging Fein for mercy.

Kill, the crowd raged, quick to turn on the Champion they had bet blood money on.

Kill¸ the chant echoed in Fein’s ears as he pulled aching limbs from dust.

Kill, the roar deafened as Fein watched demons swirl and twirl and gnaw along the former Champion’s skin.

Kill, it reached a fever pitch as Fein took the sword from the man’s hand, and slid it down between his ribs in one smooth movement.

Kill.

It haunted his dreams, as he slipped from meditation to arena, and back again - once again his reality slipped into routine, and the months passed unnoticed.

By night he lost himself to memories of laughter from high walls and springing from roof top to roof top. Under the stars he let himself run, bare feet slapping against cool marble, through the halls of the temple, only to careen into the waiting arms of his creche mother. Within the cool touch of the moon’s light he lost himself to hours spent training side to side, back to back, with his Master.

By day he forgot all but the roar of the crowd. As his skin browned in the sun’s harsh rays, he took life after life, soaking the burning sands with the blood of men who deserved death no more and no less than he. By the light of the sun he hacked away limbs, severed heads from bodies, and ripped hearts from bloody chests.

He lost himself to the routine, and forgot there was ever a time when the Force didn’t rip through him, leaving the cold taste of vomit in his mouth, as it devoured his enemies. He forgot what is was to be anything but a machine – to be anything more or anything less than the Champion of the Pits, than the Nightmare that Walks.

When they arrived, and stood before his cell one late sunset, they spoke to him of rebellions. Hope, they told him, and he laughed. Broken, empty, and bitter, he asked them what they hoped for.

Peace, they answered, but they knew as little of peace as he did.

He followed, when they opened the door of his cell, but only because somewhere, a cool touch and a quiet claim urged him to run. He followed, and when they landed on Yavin IV, one of them turned, smiled, and said, Home.

Home, he let himself feel the word, as he surveyed the broken ruin of a temple. He had never had a home. Each time he’d allowed himself a moment of peace, a moment of quiet, nightmares had come to tear his home from him.

But now he was the Nightmare.

Now, he would fight for what little home there was.

#:biography #this is basically the same info as the one from the main just a few things added #it was also an excuse to play with photoshop for a little

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January Health and Fitness Plan

Hi, happy Thursday! Today I’m going to be explaining my January health and fitness plan to work towards my overall resolution of treating my body and my mind better in the new year. This post will be broken down into my mental health and my physical health, with a few tips for staying on track at the end.

Mental Health:

Naturally, I’m a very goal oriented person. While this is a good thing, it also tends to give me a lot of anxiety and make it hard for me to relax, knowing that there is always something else I can be doing. To counteract this, in 2019 I want to prioritize my mental health and make sure I focus on staying calm and listening to when I’m burnt out. I’m also super excited about my new essential oil diffuser, and I’ve found that using the more soothing essential oils while carrying out the habits below has had a positive effect. Here are some habits I want to maintain in January:

-Daily meditation for about five minutes after waking up. Personally, guided meditation does not work for me, but I find it calming and helpful to just sit in silence and focus on breathing in for five seconds and out for five seconds for about five minutes total.

-Daily yoga/stretching. Similarly to meditation, yoga helps to force me to slow down and calm down, even if it’s just for a little bit. I want to at least do a quick ten-minute flow in the mornings and more if I have time. I’m also SUPER excited because next semester I’ll be taking a yoga class, which I’m hoping will help solidify technique for me and be a nice break from stressful classes.

-Daily Gratitude. Something I am not that great at is being a positive person, which I’ve been working on a lot. If I get frustrated I focus on all the bad things in a day, so I’m hoping by writing out a piece of gratitude each day, I can read these over to remind myself of the good in every day.

-Reading for pleasure, not for school. As a kid, I absolutely loved to read. I still love it, but I always use the excuse that I don’t have enough time, which is honestly nothing more than an excuse. I want to take at least 20 minutes a night to read something for me, instead of spending those 20 minutes scrolling through the same posts on my Instagram once again.

-Self-care time on Sundays. Sundays are hands down my favorite day of the week because I just love to catch up and prepare for the next week. However, I want to slow down on Sundays and do a face mask, do my nails, and relax for a little while before the hectic week starts again.

Physical Health:

I truly feel like I need to get back on track in all aspects of physical health, especially coming back from the holidays. In terms of workouts, I go back and forth with the method I like to use, whether it be cardio or strength training or high-intensity interval training (HIIT) workouts. Here is the weekly plan I’ve come up with, based on what works for me. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I’ll be doing a 20-minute cardio warm-up followed by a full body strength training workout. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I’ll be doing a 20 minute HIIT workout and on Saturdays and Sundays, I’ll be resting other than a yoga flow to keep the body moving. As far as my diet goes, I mostly cut out dairy early in 2018 just because of issues with my skin, and I actually noticed that when I eat it now I feel sluggish and bloated. I also experimented with eating a plant-based diet in the past, and I noticed positive changes in energy and how I felt as well. Taking this all into account, I’ll be eating plant-based in 2019, avoiding animal products as well as meat and I’m hoping this has positive results in the way my body feels.

General Tips:

These are just small tips that have made a big difference for me in the past, I’m not a professional or anything, but these will also be implemented into my life.

-Drink a lot of water! It sounds very simple, but drinking plenty of water flushes toxins, helps boost metabolism, and helps have more energy and stop feeling sluggish throughout the day. It also helps clear skin if that’s a concern of yours.

-Don’t quit! It can be easy to give up after eating one unhealthy meal or missing one workout but stay strong and just get back on track the next day. One or two bad days does not cancel out all progress, just make sure to change it so it doesn’t become a habit.

-Have people to keep you motivated! By telling people your progress and staying excited about everything you’re doing, you’ll be more likely to keep it up. Positive encouragement goes a long way, so get it from friends, family, or yourself!

Overall, I just want to prioritize my wellbeing and stop pushing the way I feel aside due to other priorities. These habits and routines in January are going to be the first steps at taking better care of myself, and I’m hoping planning on making them stick for months to come as long as I notice that the help. I hope these motivate you to tackle your own goals and take care of yourself in the new year, you got this! Keep a look out for Tuesday’s post, which will be a productive morning routine.

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