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whumperooni · 3 years

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Mr.Natsuo being your teacher and you purposely flirt with other boys as wear really short skirts in his class to make him ✨jealous ✨and horny , he asks to see you after class and you get fucked on his table 🥺🥺 Sorry I’m on my period and I’m going feral 😃

No, no- never apologize for this! It makes me feral too ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Natsuo Sensei, please come get this pussy ♡

tags/warnings: teacher/student relationship, teacher kink, rough sex, unprotected sex, manipulation, improvised gags

A/N: I wrote Natsuo a bit more rough than I normally do, but I think it turned out okay;;; I also abused the words professor, doctor, sensei, and teacher;;;;

But. Ya know.

Enjoy! ♡

You were fucked the moment you walked into his classroom. Introduction to Human Anatomy and Physiology. 2:30 pm, Tuesdays and Thursdays. Led by Doctor Natsuo Todoroki. An insert into your schedule that seemed harmless enough. Interesting, surely. Something you were a little worried about- what if you turned out squeamish despite your love for all things horror and gore?- and something that would just fill your first semester of college. Harmless. Routine for your major. Nothing to give you any sort of fuss or throw you into a flustered little mess. Or, so you thought. Honestly, you hadn’t given much thought to what your professor might be like. You were more worried over having to share a dorm room with a stranger, if you could handle your class load, how hard it might be to adjust being away from home and all you’ve ever known. You suppose your mind’s eye might have conjured a vague image of a wrinkled and wizened old man with a stern gaze and whitened hair. You suppose you might have faintly imagined Doctor Todoroki to be a tired geezer in a lab coat and faded sweater vest. You suppose you might have had the predetermined, unconscious notion that your professor would be intelligent, elderly, stern and, well, someone who you would only think about in terms of being someone to give you tests and homework and lectures. You didn’t think that you would walk into the room to find a smiling, young man with a handsome face and thick thighs, big arms. You didn’t think that you would walk into the room to lock eyes with your professor and immediately go weak in the knees under a stormy gaze and a sunshine smile. You didn’t think that you would walk into the room to only have your breath snatched away, your cheeks flared with a flush, your heart forced into a thundering staccato. You didn’t think that Doctor Todoroki would be hot. But, oh god- oh god- he’s gorgeous. Doctor Todoroki- well, Doctor Natsuo or even professor; he seems to prefer those much more than his family name- is, honestly, a living, breathing wet dream. He’s hot. He’s kind. He’s friendly. He’s funny. He’s perfect. The class that you thought would be only mildly interesting turns out to be your favorite. How could it not be when you’re blessed with a full hour of delicious eye candy, a teacher that’s so generous with his praise and has your spine tingling whenever he says your name? He’s so friendly and he’s so polite, too. The way he calls you Miss is a little old fashioned, sure, but it sends your mind reeling and your cheeks flushing- quick fantasies zipping through your thoughts as your thighs involuntarily push together. Your crush springs up from the moment you see him and it only gets stronger with each passing day. Little accidental brushes against you, the smiles he sends your way, the scent of his cologne whenever he leans over your table to correct an answer, the way his praise rings in your ears late at night- it all sends you spiraling. You’ve never had a crush quite like this before. Certainly not on a teacher. You want him, though. Oh, god, do you want him. Your roommate is the unfortunate one that has to hear you whine and moan over him- you’re much too embarrassed to admit your crush to your friends back home or any of your family; they’d be sure to scold you, to call you foolish and chide that you’re a silly little girl. She understands it, at least. That helps, keeps you from being too ashamed. “I mean, it’s no surprise you’ve got a thing for him,” she muses. “He’s young. He’s hot. Anyone would get a little crush.” You don’t like that thought, really. You don’t want to think about others lusting after your sensei. “Why not try shooting your shot?” At your scandalized look, she huffs and shrugs, rolls her eyes. “Oh, come on,” she scoffs. “No need to be such a good girl. Professors hook up with their students all the time. You just gotta be discreet.” “I can’t,” you protest- shaking your head and pulling your knees up to your chest. “And it’s not like he- he doesn’t see me in that kind of way.” “You don’t know that,” she counters with a click of her tongue. Another huff leaves her and it’s easy to see that her patience with the situation is waning. “Either feel it out or get over it or find someone else to moon over. There’s no point in moping and stewing.” You’re not moping. You’re just- you’re just- Okay, you’re mooning over him like she said. But you’re not moping. It’s just- it’s such a new situation for you. You’ve always had crushes on your peers- never anyone older than you by more than a year or two, never anyone in a position of authority over you. A taboo situation like this has never been your cup of tea- you’ve always been a good, sensible girl. Crushes on teachers have never been something you thought to entertain. But now? Well, now... You bite your lip and eye your reflection, nervously touch up your makeup in the bathroom mirror. It’s light and simple but pretty and sweet. Stalking Professor Natsuo’s social medias helped you gain the insight that he seems to prefer his women more natural and cute, innocent looking- all glossy lips and doe eyed, fluttering lashes with just the barest hint of mascara and blush. The false lashes might be a bit too much, but they make you look even more doll like and, that too, is something he seems to like. Pretty. Simple. Doll like. Sweet. Young. You think you’ve managed to put that look together rather nicely. The pleated skirt- just shy of rising above your knees- and the soft cardigan help, too, and, really, you don’t think you’ve ever looked quite so innocent before- even when you were a wide eyed, straight A, pure and untouched student back in high school. ...god, what are you doing? A groan leaves you and you nearly scrub the makeup from your face, nearly rip off the skirt and switch it out for the leggings you have stuffed inside your backpack. Nearly. You don’t think that this is really going to work. You don’t think that this is really going to draw any sort of reaction from him. And, well, maybe that’s what you need? Maybe you need to truly see that it’s a fruitless desire- maybe then it’ll shrivel up and away and you’ll be free from your sinful fantasies, free from the desire that has your head spinning. And, well, it’s been a while since you’ve dressed up a little, too- the rigors of college have had you leaning more toward comfort than style, have kept you too tired and busy to give time to makeup and skirts and a polished appearance. It feels kind of nice being all cute and attractive instead of frumpy and disheveled. ...you’re not going to change. You deserve to feel nice and you’re dying- desperate- to see how your professor will react to you looking nicer than the tired lump you usually display. Just act normal, you tell yourself as you head toward the class- clutching your textbooks tight to your chest. Don’t be too hopeful. Don’t be too excited. Don’t get disappointed. Just- just think of it as an experiment. That’s all it is, right? Just an experiment! You’re just putting a hypothesis to a test! (What a load of crap. It does help to calm your fluttering, nervous heart, though) You swallow as you approach the room and take a deep breath to steady yourself, bite your lip as you eye the open door. You can hear him rustling around and you know that the others will be around soon- you can’t just keep standing there like a dumbstruck, coltish fool. Another swallow, another deep breath. You walk into the room and fix a nervous smile on your face, chirp out a nearly stuttered “Good afternoon, Professor.” He’s faced away from you- broad back greeting your vision as he scrawls something across the blackboard. His head turns, though, and you get to hear an absent “good afternoon” replied back, you get to watch his gaze fall on you. His hand pauses. His snowy lashes blink once, twice, three times. Surprise flickers over his face- evident enough that you can catch it without doubt. His eyes flick down and back up so quickly that you almost miss it, dart away whenever your smile shrugs off its nervousness and grows ever so sweetly. You sit yourself down front and center- right in front of your sensei’s desk. He doesn’t look back at you as you organize your books and gear. He doesn’t look back at you as you primly cross your ankles and rest them to the side, drag a curious, studious gaze along his back. You had hoped for a response, but you hadn’t really expected it- Professor Natsuo has been kinder and more friendly and open than your other teachers, yes, but he’s still been professional. He’s never crossed any boundaries and you’ve never see him give another student the once over. This is...promising. Your cheeks stay flushed as the other students file in, but your anxiousness is gone away. Sure, that little look doesn’t really mean anything but now you’re...well. Now you’re curious. Desperate and needy for some validation of your silly little fantasies, but curious too. Could you...would he...? You wet your lips, unthinking, and keep your eyes on Doctor Natsuo throughout the class- analyzing his behavior, absorbing his words, taking in how his gaze finds you a bit more often than it usually does. Interesting. Encouraging. The next day you wear a skirt that’s a little bit shorter, don sweet mary janes and ankle socks decorated in lacy frills. Steel grey eyes dart to your legs more than once during the class and you even catch your professor tracing his eyes over your hips when he thinks you’re not looking- his reflection in the shining convex mirror hanging above your dissection table showing guilt, an almost nervous tilt to his lips. Oh, you’ve got him. But how do you proceed...? Your worries and frets and protests over taboo desires are long gone- they got dashed away with the first blink of his long lashes, with the first glance over he had given you. Really, you should feel ashamed over discarding your morals so easily, but it’s an exciting situation, isn’t it? It’s nothing you would ever think to find yourself in. But college is all about new, exciting situations, right? It’s about taking chances. God, you hope this is really a chance for you- you’ve never had the opportunity to play a coy game like this before. It’s...fun. High school would have been a lot more interesting if you had known this kind of thrill. You come home smiling ear to ear after a successful attempt at making Doctor Natsuo blush. (A sway of your hips, a flit of your slowly shortening skirts, a coo of his name as you thanked him for such an interesting lesson, a sweet smile and your fingers daring to skim ever so lightly and quickly over his wrist as you walked out of the classroom) The smile on your face has your roommate’s brow quirking, but one look at your outfit has her lips pulling into a smirk- something near gloating on her face. “You shooting your shot?” she asks, already knowing the answer. “Something like that.” You plop down on your bed, smile waning but still present- content as you let yourself get comfortable. She doesn’t offer any more conversation and you’re okay with that- mind fixating instead on how you could possibly further things with your sought after teacher. Things are good, for now- much better than you had ever thought they would be. The little forays into flirtation have been fun, exciting and they’ve even helped boost your confidence- something you hadn’t realized was sorely needed. It’s been fun. And it stays fun- the short skirts, the girly lilt you find yourself injecting into your voice, the soft makeup and sweet perfume, the way you always leave the class with wet panties and a vibrating exciting buzzing through you, the way your teacher’s eyes can’t help but dart over you, the way he breathes in just a bit deep when you get a little too close, the way he swallows whenever you so lightly purr his name- it all stays fun. Fun, but...frustrating. After a while it gets frustrating. Because he doesn’t do anything, not really. He stays a proper, good teacher- something you give props to him for- and he never returns your gentle flirtations, the subtle and silent invitations you push his way. He’s so...professional. It’s kind of a turn on- kind of. It’s mostly just...frustrating. You find your lips dipping into a pout more and more, find yourself sulky and downtrodden. Sure, this has been fun and interesting but you...you want more. You want him. You need him. You’ve needed him for so long it seems. You find your muffled ministrations in the shower getting more and more frantic- your fingers pumping into your cunt relentlessly but giving you none of the relief you seek. When you are able to cum, it’s always with a whimper of sensei or doctor or professor- sometimes even a daring Natsuo. You get restless and impatient, desperate and a little hopeless. If your teacher senses or sees that, he doesn’t say anything- in fact, his gaze seems to avert from the feverish look in your eyes, he seems to pull away from your bold, reckless attempts to get closer to him. That hurts. That makes you angry. That makes you feel stupid. But he still wants you- or, at least, he still finds you tempting. You know he does- he can’t hide the way his eyes fall on you whenever you walk into the room, he can’t hide the quick glances he lays over you when he thinks no one else can see. You see his hesitance and want. You see it. ...if he’s not going to act on his desires, if he’s going to resist, then you’re going to kick things up a notch- someone has to; you can’t live with this stalemate any longer. It’s not a punishment, not really- it’s just throwing in his face what he’s missing out on. (My, whenever did you become so reckless and cruel? When did you become so desperate?) The ratio of boys to girls in the class is quite staggering- something one would think the university wouldn’t allow for fear of lawsuits. There are three boys for each girl- ambitious, studious, virginal, frantically horny things with expectations piled high on their shoulders and stress wracking their every thoughts. (It wouldn’t be unfair to say they you’re just like them- just sans the virginal part, double the stressed and horny part to make up for it) They’re good boys, for the most part- friendly and tired, nice but none of them quite to your taste or striking enough to jar your fixation from your sensei. Some of them are even handsome- which makes this a lot easier. “Oh, you brought me coffee? Thank you so much, Dai-chan! You’re so sweet!” The kiss you lay upon your classmate’s cheek makes him blush and fluster. It also makes your dear teacher stare- eyes wide and brow furrowed when you flick your gaze his way, his lips twitching as if he’s not sure if he wants to frown or not. The soft giggle you let out does bring a frown- something that deepens whenever one of the other boys comes over to grab your attention, try his hand. You should have thought of using them earlier on- they’ve been eager enough to try to flirt this whole time. Doctor Natsuo, for his part, doesn’t say or do anything- of course he doesn’t. But his usually happy temperament turns a bit tense, a little sour. He doesn’t lash out, not really, but you can see the way his teeth grit and his brow puckers whenever one of the boys dares to lay their hand on your arm, the small of your back. Good, you think- vicious and bitter, sour yourself. Get jealous. “What the fuck is up with Todoroki lately?” “Dude, did you hear how he snapped at Araka?” “Do you think something happened? He seems...stressed.” Your classmates trade hushed whispers as they flee the room, but you don’t think to join them- you stay quiet and soak in their quiet gossip, smile sharply without a look back to your grimacing, frustrated sensei. Just a little more. At this point, you’re not even sure what you want from him- an admittance of his own desires, him hurting and annoyed? You don’t know. You just want something to happen- you need something to break this little silent game apart. You think and think and think over what could raise the situation to the breaking point and, finally, you settle on something simple. The night before your Thursday class, you invite over one of your classmates- Eita; one of the more attractive ones, one of the less nervous ones. Your roommate is gracious enough to stay away (thanks to your offer of money for booze and weed and help with her homework) and you have the room all to yourself. Three beers and some easy flirtations, just a few small touches- that’s all it takes to get what you’re after. You don’t let him fuck you- he’s not worth it, nowhere near what you want- but you let him fumble his hands over you, are kind enough to wrap your hand around his cock while his lips frantically roam and suck over your neck. You don’t let him come until you’re absolutely sure that you have what you want. It reduces him to a whining mess- which, hey, is honestly kind of cute. You rebuff his sweet offers to “return the favor” and send him off with a kiss to the cheek, spend the rest of your night nursing a glass of wine and silently brooding- mind tired and body exhausted, your desires so restless. The next day you dress in a pleated, short skirt that just barely skims the middle of your thighs and fix your hair into a cute little updo, don your now signature mary janes and pull on a brand new pair of knee high socks. The sly comments you get throughout the day are annoying, but easily ignored. You’re impatient through the morning and it only gets worse as Doctor Natsuo’s class creeps closer. You spend the day jittering your leg and biting your lip, checking your phone every few moments and huffing to yourself, clutching at your arms and trying not to pace up and down the school’s halls. Finally- finally- it’s time for your favorite class. You have to force yourself to walk slowly toward it. You have to breathe in deep to quiet your pounding heart, to still your trembling hands. This has to spur something on. You walk into the classroom- skirt swaying, lips hiding your anticipation behind a smile. You ignore Professor Natsuo and make your way to Eita’s desk, plant your elbows on it and rest your chin in your hand, arch your hips up so your teacher can be teased by the sight of your soft thighs and curves, taunted by how just an inch or two of fabric prevents your panties from being flashed. (Is he looking? He has to be looking. He better be looking.) “Eita-kun,” you coo, sweet and loud enough for others to hear, “I had such a good time last night. We should do it again.” Eita’s eyes widen and his cheeks flush. You might enjoy it if you weren’t so distracted by the noise of a coffee cup slamming down and clattering on the desk behind you, if your breathing didn’t hitch so sharply at the fault in your sensei’s composure. Slowly, you straighten yourself to standing and turn around. Professor Natsuo’s face is red and flustered- jealous- when you look and his eyes are narrowed at you, his coffee spilled on the desk. You offer him a sweet blink and a sweeter smile, tilt your head so he can see the blossomed bruise tinting your throat pewter and mauve, a stormy and swirling blue. His eyes widen, his gaze darts behind you. Your smile grows. How do you like that, sensei? Your hands tremble just a little- from nerves, from excitement, from aching anticipation- and you clasp them behind your back to hide them from his gaze, lean forward and peer over his desk. “Are you okay, sir?” you ask him- chirping and so very sweet. “Do you need help cleaning that up?” He stares at you- disbelieving and still so evident in his shock, his envy. Some strangled noise chokes its way up and out of his throat whenever you flutter your lashes his way and smug amusement gathers in you as you watch his jaw tighten, his teeth grit as he tries to gather his composure once more. “No. Sit.” Oh. You’ve never heard him sound like that before. So authoritative, so stern. So hot. It’s your turn to let out a noise- something soft and almost curious, accompanied by flushed cheeks. You obey your teacher and sit down without a fuss- thighs pressing together and already growing damp, lip bitten and eyes half-shut as you watch him silently clean up the coffee. He doesn’t look at you throughout the whole lesson. He doesn’t look at you. He doesn’t call on you. He doesn’t smile or laugh or joke around. He’s...cold throughout the class- words iced over and posture rigid, his face holding no warmth at all. You gulp as you listen to him lecture and squirm in your seat- nerves starting to gather and grow despite the way you’re still so very wet between your thighs. You had wanted something to happen. You were determined to force anything to happen. But maybe- maybe you miscalculated. Maybe you fucked up. It’s something of a relief when the class ends. Usually, you like to linger for a few moments, like to stay just a bit longer than necessary so you can grab your teacher’s attention with a question or some sort of compliment over the lesson. Today, though? Today you shoot up from your seat without delay, begin to gather all your supplies as quickly as you can. At least...at least until he says your name. It’s firm, just a little icy. You stiffen at the sound and gulp, look back at him with wide eyes and a nervous smile. Before hearing your name part from your teacher’s lips would send you flying high, but right now...right now your skin is tingling with a giddy apprehension, your fingertips are trembling as you search his face for any hint of what’s to come. “I need to have a word with you,” Doctor Natsuo tells you- eyes boring into yours and keeping you frozen where you stand. “I, um,” you try to weakly protest, “I have to get to my next class...” “It won’t take long.” If he catches your wince, he doesn’t react to it. Professor Natsuo simply leans against his desk as the rest of the students file out- arms folded over his chest, sleeves rolled up to display thick forearms. And you? You stay rooted to the spot- heart pounding and eyes still wide, cheeks flushed and thighs damp. When the last student leaves, Professor Natsuo walks over to the door and closes it shut. Click. W-Wait- did he just- “D-Doctor Natsuo?” you squeak out. “What are you- what are you doing?” “I think I should be asking that question.” Oh, shit. Your teacher turns around slowly and the look he gives you takes your breath away. He looks angry and frustrated. He looks pissed. Pissed, but there’s- there’s something more- there’s- “What-” He takes a step toward you, you take a step back. “- do you think you’re doing, young lady?” The whimper that leaves you is equal parts anxious and needy- soft and unwanted. You probably shouldn’t find the growl in his words so hot. Your knees probably shouldn’t knock together and your pussy shouldn’t throb at the snap of young lady. But it’s- you didn’t expect him to be like this. But you- it’s- A tremble wracks through you and Professor Natsuo takes another step toward you. You bump against his desk whenever you stumble back and flinch at the wood that slams into your lower back, gasp and whimper once more when big hands fall to the table on both your sides, when your teacher brackets your trembling form and keeps you enclosed and captive. His eyes are narrowed. His cheeks are flushed. His cologne smells so nice up close, his height has your lashes fluttering and your breathing shuddering as you’re forced to tilt your head back to look up at him with wide eyes. “S- Sir?” “Don’t sir me,” he snaps, crowding closer to you. “I’ve lost my patience with you playing coy.” He’s lost his patience? Your mouth opens to shoot off something probably very stupid, but the words die as a big, cool hand finds your throat and forces your head to a tilt. The touch is beyond expected, has you crying out softly and gripping onto his shirt, almost hyperventilating. The pin prick retraction of your pupils is dramatic and so is your whimpering exhales but, god, this is not what you had expected. “You’ve been toying with me for weeks now,” Doctor Natsuo growls out, his fingers digging into the hickey on your neck. “All your short skirts and little touches, your shameless flirtations- you’ve been trying to drive me mad, haven’t you?” “Pr- Professor,” you whimper out, thighs rubbing together and a moan threatening to sound. “I just- I just wanted-” “You just wanted some attention,” he huffs out- his other hand gripping at your waist and his knee knocking your legs apart. “You wanted to see what would break me, right? That’s why you came in flaunting this today.” Your teacher’s thigh slots between yours and his fingers push deeper into your bruised flesh, his stormy eyes narrow and take in the way you shudder, how your cheeks flush even darker and your eyes start to turn just a bit glossy. A mewl leaves you- embarrassing and so needy, so helpless- and you whine softly after, try to turn your head away so he can’t see the way all your bravado and confidence is melting away into your selfish, needy, hopeless desires. “Tell me I’m wrong,” he demands- forcing your face back to him. He doesn’t look angry now- just frustrated- and your stuttered little gasp only makes his teeth grit, the way your thighs squeeze his makes his breath in sharp and deep. “Go on- tell me.” You- you can’t. You can’t deny him, can’t lie. Not now that things have finally boiled over, not now that he’s finally confronting you. Not now that you’re about to come just from the feeling of his thigh pressing against your soaked cunt. Not now that you’re so close to moaning and falling into a pleading, begging thing. “I- I had to,” you whine. “You weren’t- you wouldn’t-” “Tch.” The grip on your neck tightens and leaves you whimpering, leaves your fingers curling even tighter into your teacher’s shirt. “I was trying to be a good teacher,” Professor Natsuo grits out. “I was trying to keep from taking advantage of you.” Take advantage of you? You would laugh if it weren’t for your wettening lashes, the way your hips are aching and tightening from trying not to grind over your sensei’s thigh. “Sensei-” “Did you fuck him?” he interrupts- fingers dragging over your hickey and hand gripping your hip tighter, pulling you closer and making you whimper, tremble as your cunt is made to glide over his leg. “Don’t tell me after all this time you settled for a boy like that?” You shake your head the best you can- almost frantic with it, flushed and vaguely angry he would even insinuate that you would hook up with someone after you’ve put in so much effort toward him. “N- No! I wanted- I didn’t want- didn’t want him,” you whine, hips jerking despite yourself, a mewl leaving you whenever your teacher’s breath catches. “Sensei, please-” “Fuck.” The groan that leaves him has your lashes fluttering, your lips parting with a soft whine. The hand on your neck moves to your scalp and buries thick fingers in your hair, messes up your updo and sends your hairtie flying. He ignores the protesting noise that leaves you and looks down at you instead- eyes dark with a need that mirrors your own, nostrils flaring as his breathing turns heavy. “You are so naughty,” Doctor Natsuo growls- one hand curling his fingers into your hair, the other smoothing down your waist and to your spread legs. “Filthy little thing.” Filthy? You’re not- you’re not- The hand at your waist moves to loosen his tie and you whimper when he pops open his top button, when he shifts his hips forward and you feel his cock hard on your thigh. “Pl- please, sensei,” you breathe out in a beg- unplanned and so thoughtless, even overwhelmed. “I- I’ll be good! I won’t tell! I just want- I need-” You cut yourself off with a whine and rock against his thigh, look up at him with your wet lashes and flushed cheeks. He groans whenever you whimper and you clutch at him tighter, try to press against him. “I need you, sensei,” you plead- so soft and so desperate. “I need you. I- I promise I’ll be good. I just- I just-” You whimper once more and he groans, grips your waist and sits you on the table rough enough to make all his pens rattle and shake. He slots himself between your spread legs and buries his fingers back into your hair, presses his mouth against yours so fast and hard that it makes your whole world screech to a screaming halt. Your eyes widen and then slam shut, your body goes limp as you whimper and tremble from the way his tongue traces over your bottom lip. You allow your mouth to open and your teacher groans over it, slips his tongue inside and forces you to bend back as he presses closer toward you. Whenever he pulls his head back from yours, there’s a glistening of spit on his lips, a flush to his cheeks. You squirm under his gaze- suddenly so shy, suddenly so flustered- and whine as he stares down at you, arch your back and gasp whenever he forces your head to the side once more and presses his lips to your throat. It hurts when his teeth dig into the already tender, bruised flesh but it sends your mind reeling, has you mewling and reaching to scratch at his back. “Y- Yes! Please! Cover it! Make that mark yours!” The words fly out fast and without any thought, the begging comes from a place you didn’t realize existed within you. You don’t even realize that you mewled such a thing out until your teacher is groaning against your neck, until he’s muttering a, “Fuck- that’s a good girl” right against your throat. If you weren’t so swept up in the situation, you might feel embarrassed. But, you’re not- you’re just gasping and flushed and made even more needy from the praise, from the way your sensei’s hands drag down your sides to grip your waist. Tears blur your vision and a stuttered breath has you shaking, your nails digging deep into soft fabric and clawing over a broad back. “Doctor Natsuo please!” Another groan from your teacher and his hand slips under your skirt, his fingers push your soaked panties to the side and dip into your sopping cunt. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he growls, curling two thick digits and making you cry out. “Hey- shh, shh. Be good. You promised you were going to be good.” Be good? Oh, fuck, you wanna be good. You bite your lip as your teacher fucks his fingers deep inside you and try so, so, so hard to stay nice and quiet and good. He watches you as you try to muffle your whimper behind your hand and you shake from the way he licks his lips, from the way his lashes lower and his gaze turns approving. “That’s it, baby,” he mumbles. “Good girl. Fuck- turn over.” Professor Natsuo backs away and you can’t quite bite back your whine whenever his fingers leave, can’t quite inject any gracefulness in the way you scramble to comply. He yanks you back whenever you’re on your stomach- has your knees knocking against his desk and your hips arching up. There’s no warning when he grabs the plush flesh of your ass and spreads your cheeks wide. Your face flushes and a soft noise leaves you, your thighs press together as you squirm and whimper. “Cute,” he murmurs, squeezing your butt roughly. “Even better than I imagined.” Imagined? Oh- oh. He- he thought of you. He fantasized about you. Sensei- sensei got off to you. Your cunny clenches and your teacher groans- low and deep and accompanied by the sound of a zipper being pulled down. When you look back over your shoulder at him, his fingers are undoing his tie and you’re left blinking in confusion as he wraps each end around his palms. “Professor...?” “Open your mouth.” You do so without hesitation- lips falling open and fingers curling against the wood of the desk. Professor Natsuo slips his tie between your lips and you whine as it digs into your cheeks, shudder whenever he gives it a tight tug. “Now be a good student for your sensei,” he instructs, gathering the tie in one hand and pulling out his cock with the other. “Quiet and good.” You nod the best you can, but it’s a promise you can’t quite keep whenever his cock nestles between your cunt’s lips, whenever the tip eases into your hole and then slams fully in. You cry out- spit wetting your teacher’s silk tie and his hand laying heavy across your ass, your head getting yanked back whenever he jerks on the tie. “What did I say?” He said- he said to be quiet and good. You have to be quiet and good. A muffled whimper leaves you and you rock your hips back, squeeze around your sensei’s cock with the softest little whine. He groans and his hips pap against you, his dick drives in deep enough to have your toes curling and your lashes fluttering. He’s- he’s big. Bigger than you thought he’d be. Bigger than you dared to imagine. The stretch is- it’s so much. But you’re so wet. You’re so needy. Tiny, strangled whimpers leave you as your professor falls into a rhythm and you shudder, do your best to fuck your hips back against him. That stops whenever he grips your waist with a grunt and you whine softly, still and let your teacher fuck you how he pleases. You take it and you love it, get pushed close to orgasm faster than ever before. You almost collapse when you come on his cock and you hiccup out a whine of pleasure, a muffled mewl of his name. Doctor Natsuo groans as your gummy insides spasm around him and his grip becomes bruising, his rocks get faster- harder. Feels so good! Feels so good! Sensei’s dick feels so good! “Shen- shensay!” “Oh, fuck- god- you’re so tight, baby. Good girl- you like sensei’s cock deep inside you? Is this what you wanted?” You whimper and nod- cheek scrubbing against the desk, cunt gripping his cock like a vice. He grunts and grabs onto your hips, forces your head up and back as the tie drags you and forces your back to arch in a tight, painful angle. Still feels good, though. Still feels like everything you wanted. You want- need- so much more. “Shoulda done this sooner,” your teacher groans out. “Shoulda- fuck!” He slams in you deep enough to have your eyes rolling back, hard enough to have your whole body shaking and your nails clawing across his desk. “C’mon, c’mon- take it- take it! Sensei is- Sensei is gonna fill you up- gonna give that needy cunt what it needs!” He’s gonna- he’s gonna- oh, god! Doctor Natsuo fucks into you faster and faster- the movements jarring you against the desk and making it rock, the jab of his cock rushing you to the height of pleasure again. You cry out as he slams into you- the tie falling from your lips as he drops it and forces you back onto the desk, slides his arms under you and grips your shoulders, fucks into you rough and deep and so, so perfectly. Warmth floods inside your pussy and you whimper as you’re filled with your sensei’s seed, twitch and come on his cock again- lashes fluttering and teeth digging into your lip to muffle your whine, honeyed insides milking his dick as if you need more. You do need more- you do. How could you have ever imagined one time would be enough to satisfy your fantasies? Your teacher pants and grinds into you- hot breath fanning over your cheek and his cock sliding out with a wet pop whenever he draws his hips back. You whimper at the loss but mewl when his fingers draw up your slit, slide back and down onto your knees as exhaustion slips over you. Fuck...fuck, did that just happen? A touch to your cheek has you looking up and you blink hazily at your sensei’s flushed cheeks, the shining and wet cock that he stuffs inside his trousers. “Satisfied?” he asks, slightly breathless and a groan hiding in his voice. “Going to be a good girl now? No more teasing sensei?” You nod, not quite thinking over the action or processing the words, only close your eyes when the slightest smile flits across his lips, when his fingers brush over your cheek and his gaze goes heavy lidded. “Sensei...” His fingers glance over your jawline and down low, stroke over your new hickey and bring a mewl. With your eyes closed, you can’t see the way his expression ripples with something hesitant and something curious, something...greedy. Strong hands help you up from the floor and you shudder as your legs tremble, press against his chest and look up at him with heavy eyes, a yearning that you can’t quite hide. He strokes your hair and it’s...nice. Unexpected from the way he reacted before, so very welcome. “...I was harsh with you.” The apologetic tone is also unexpected. Your professor seems to almost fluster, hesitates as he strokes your hair again and allows his grey gaze to look over your flushed cheeks and parted lips, the desire that you can’t quite hide. “...you were a good girl,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead and making you flush even more. “...you gonna keep being good? Not tell?” Of course you’re not going to tell. Of course you’re not going to risk this. You nod without any hesitation and you’re graced with a smile, another kiss that has you wanting to melt against him. “Then in that case...” You blink and watch as he breathes in deep, tilt your head as your heart begins to flutter in your chest. “Come over tonight. I can give you what you want properly.” He wants...he wants you to come over? He wants to fuck you again? You could swear it’s almost a smirk that forms on his face whenever your eyes widen and your breath catches. “I- I...yes, please.” He hums and he steps away- leaving you to stumble slightly and look at him in wonder, an unending adoration that you had pretended wasn’t underneath all your lust for him. “Good. But for now...” Sensei takes a deep breath and then he smiles at you- this time a bit wry, a little amused. “You’re going to be late for your next class.” Next class? Oh- oh shit! A squeak escapes you and you hurry to gather up all your stuff, shove your books in your arms and race toward the door. “Hey.” You freeze as you grab onto the doorknob and nearly tumble into it, look back toward your sensei. “I want you to call me Natsuo when we’re alone.” He- he what? Oh. Oh. You open your mouth, but the trilling of the bell cuts you off and you’re left only with the time to nod and flush, mumble out a soft, “Yes, sir” before you have to rush out the room. You head toward your next class with weak legs and cheeks red from where your sensei’s tie pulled deep into your skin, hair a mess and your teacher’s- Natsuo’s- cum dripping down your thighs. You smile as you rush off to your next class- happy and fucked, eager to see what Natsuo has in store for you later that night.

#natsuo todoroki x reader #rooni's shit #tw breeding kink #Anonymous

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mortedeveles · 4 years

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Model For Me

Summary: Y/N has always been a timid, awkward person and artist when it comes to social interactions and it only gets worse when she asks her crush and best friend, Katsuki Bakugou, to model for her. And not just any type of modelling; Y/N needs to do a composition of a nude male body. Luckily for her, Katsuki's personality is anything but shy and he doesn't hesitate to undress in front of her. It's for art, he says. But something tells Y/N that the boy has hidden and devious intentions.

Genre: fluff, humor, suggestive content (a wee bit of NSFW themes)

TW: cursing, sexual themes, nudity.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!artist!reader

HERE: PART ONE

PART TWO. PART THREE. PART FOUR. PART FIVE. PART SIX.

a/n: this was originally going to be a oneshot but it was too long to be 1 oneshot, so the chapters will be rather short (1k-2k) but all of it together would be too long for a oneshot so it’s staying as a short story. i have two pointers for this short series!

1- reader is not white in this oneshot! (i don’t specify reader being white in others, but skin color isn’t usually mentioned) (i’m using the term poc since i’m not sure what else to use) nationality or ethnic background won’t be stated so feel free to employ your own! this isn’t really relevant tbh but i just wanted to clear it up in case someone got confused.

2- reader’s best friend here is Aneko! i would’ve used (F/N) but it would have been more troublesome so i decided to name the friend!

enjoy!!

''This month's assignment is human anatomy,'' your teacher stated. She walked around in the cramped classroom, holding a beautifully drawn painting of the nude female body to her chest.

Even though your classes weren't high end or expensive, you were still at awe at how talented your teacher was, especially since the classes were held in a small recreational center that was on the poor end. Since the classes were cheap, you would've thought that the art teacher would be inexperienced or an amateur. Sometimes you wondered how an artist like her didn't have more recognition.

''Since I'm familiar with all of your abilities and weaknesses, each of you will have a specific kind of rules,'' she said. She passed the papers around the rectangular table and once you got your hands on your copy, your face paled.

The bold words GENDER: MALE stared back at you as you swallowed nervously.

While you weren't shy or timid around the opposite gender, having to sketch a naked guy with his dick out sounded... unpleasant.

Your eyes only widened as you continued to read the rest of the rules.

The assignment must be done in a live session with the model, do NOT use images or any other type of resources.

Male must have a muscular and athletic body.

Preferably, the model should be in a position in which they are using their quirk.

Medium: charcoal.

The model must be drawn with the background as well. This assignment also includes a linear perspective.

You slowly raised your hand as you bounced your thighs nervously with the tip of your toes. The teacher raised an eyebrow and beckoned you to speak.

''Ma-Ma'am, is it necessary to do the assignment with a nude male model? Can I change it?'' You said nervously.

You could hear your friend snicker beside you and you elbowed her in the stomach without glancing, keeping your eyes on the art teacher. A soft 'ouch!' was heard from your left.

She sighed in response and stared at you through her glasses.

''Yes, Y/N. Everyone received different requirements. I will revise the progress every three days and I expect the project to be done by the end of the month. Remember that this assignment won't be done in class, so try your best and remember to use your knowledge to your advantage.''

You nodded and ducked your head, swallowing nervously. Who would you even ask to model for you? Money was tight at the moment, you were too broke to hire a model. And besides, most of your money would go to the art supplies you needed to restock on for the assignment.

''Aww, is the baby too shy to see a guy naked?'' your friend's teasing voice made you snap back to reality. Pouting, you turned to face her evil grin and stick out your tongue at her.

''Shut up, Aneko... I'm not shy! I've just never...well...'' you stammered, fiddling with your hands.

Aneko smiled smugly in response as she lowered her head to meet your nervous gaze,

''Never what...?''

You shook your head in response, refusing to admit that you'd never seen a naked guy. Scratch that, you had, through a screen of course, but being in the same room as a naked guy...? Nope. Hell, it was a rare occasion for you to be alone in a room with a boy. But staying with a naked boy?! You sighed. You can already feel the headache forming.

The teacher's firm voice snapped you out of it. ''Very well. The class is over. I'll see you all next week. Have a great weekend!''

Everyone rose from their seats, stashing away their art supplies and heading out of the small classroom. You stayed behind with your best friend Aneko, chatting about nonsense.

''So, who are you going to ask model?'' she said casually, stuffing her can of spray inside her ratty backpack.

''I don't know...'' you mumble. ''I don't really think I'm close enough with any guy to ask him to model for me...''

''Don't say that!'' Aneko chided. ''Well.. there is one person you can ask....'' she grinned at you as the two of you walked out of the classroom.

You furrowed your eyebrows at her words. Who was she talking about? From all the boys you knew, someone who was a male had an athletic build and a flashy or useful quirk, you'd say it would be...

Katsuki Bakugou.

Suddenly, you froze in the middle of the hallway. Aneko raised her eyebrows and she stopped as well, questioning your actions.

Thank god for your dark skin, otherwise, Aneko would've noticed you were blushing. She tugged your hand and urged you forward. But nope, once his name had surfaced, you were frozen. Thoughts of undressing your friend Katsuki were all over your mind, making you feel more flustered with every passing minute.

''Y/N, is something wrong? Why are you...'' she trailed off and her voice died down. But a devious grin rose from her lips and something told you that she knew exactly what you were thinking.

''Ohhh. Naughty Y/N! You're thinking about him, aren't you?! Asking Bakugou, your big, fat crush to be na-'' her next words were muffled violently as you pressed a hand against her mouth and with the other one, grabbed her ear and dragged her out of the run down the recreational center.

Aneko was screeching in protest, but her noises were muffled by your hand, keeping a firm grip around her. Once the two of you were outside of the center and no one was around to hear, you dropped your hand, grimacing when you saw that Aneka had tried biting you. Several times.

''Ouch, ouch! Why'd you do that?'' she grumbled, rubbing her sore ear.

''Don't say that when we're in public!'' you hissed, rubbing your warm cheeks.

''Even though he's still a student, Katsuki Bakugou gets a lot of attention from the media! Not to mention, I'm a U.A student too! If someone heard a word of this, who knows what they would've done with it! I don't want to be part of a teenage scandal!"

''Sorry...'' your friend mumbled as she glanced towards the ground. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

''It's okay, Anne, just please be more careful next time,''

Aneko smiled sheepishly and gave you a thumbs up. You smiled and shook your head in disbelief and the two of you began to walk home.

''Do you really think I should...ask Katsuki to model for me?'' you blurted out. Aneko shot you a glance as the two of you crossed the road and continued walking forwards.

''I think Bakugou is the type of person that will never back down from a challenge,'' your friend said. ''And besides, he'll probably agree so you don't ask another guy to strip for you. He'll get really mad.'' she snickered.

You gasped and you felt the familiar warmth travels across your face. Squeezing your eyes shut for a moment, you shook your head in denial and frowned.

''No he wouldn't!'' your voice was a pitch higher and what was intended to be harsh, ended up sounding like a harmless squeak.

Your friend laughed loudly and her laughter turned into relentless wheezing as she bent over her knees and leaned against the wall. Her lips were quirked upwards and her eyes danced with amusement.

''It's so funny seeing you all riled up when I mention your crush,'' she cooed.

Scowling, you stomped away and you were so angry that fumes were basically rolling off your body. You could hear Aneko's joyful laughter as she picked up her speed and caught up to you.

You were frowning deeply with your arms crossed, gaze focused anywhere but your cruel, cruel friend.

''Come on babe, don't get upset! You know I say it because I know it's true!'' there was a hint of pride and smugness in her last sentence, making you stop dead in your tracks and point a finger at her.

''You don't know that. He'd never like me...'' you mumbled. ''I'm too awkward and a dumbass to be with someone as confident and loud as him,''

The hope in your heart was quickly extinguished when you realized she was merely joking. Huffing, you shook your head and grabbed her by the ear, dragging her all the way home, though she kept complaining and whining the entire time.

''Don't you get it?'' the look in her eyes was sincere. Slowly, you could feel a hint of hope growing in your heart. ''You guys are a perfect combination!''

''He's a tough and strong grunting caveman and you may be a dumbass, but you're his dumbass,'' she cooed. ''He'll protect you from anything!''

''Please don't tease me a lot of that,'' you spoke up once you had reach your door. Your gaze drifted to your doorknob. ''I know you don't mean any harm but...it just makes my hopes get up. And in the end, it never works out. And I just get myself hurt for no reason.'' You smile at Aneko's pained expression and opened your door.

''I'll see you later, Anne. Take care and don't forget to text me once you get home, okay?''

Your friend nodded mindlessly and walked away, sending you a final wave. You waved back, smiling softly. Once she was out of your sight, you closed the door and leaned against it. With your phone in your hands, you shakily texted a risky message.

Katsuki had been your friend since the beginning of U.A, since you were quick to befriend him, despite his violent and rude attitude. You didn't mind. It was funny and endearing seeing him react to the smallest of things.

Y/N: hey katsuki, can you stay behind after school tomorrow? i have something to ask you.

Once you had hit SEND, you threw your phone on your couch, a giddy smile on your face as you spun and looked like a clown for a few moments until you calmed down. Sending the message had sent a surge of adrenaline and confidence into your heart.

Maybe Aneko was joking, but if you were up to the task, you could get closer to Katsuki. And if you were lucky, you'd score a date with him.

#katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha bakugou #bakugou x reader #artist!reader #fem!reader #reader insert #male model #poc!reader #veles' writing

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laurenbradshawww-blog · 4 years

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Admission Essay: Orthopedics

As like all other young children of my age growing up in a rural West Virginia community, I was adventurous and in love with any type of sporting activity in this beautiful state of ours. I was quite a tomboy and mixed unabashedly with the boys in all games they played. It is no surprise that I ended up choosing wrestling as my primary area of interest. Wrestling allowed me to stay as fit as a fiddle and also provided me with great mental strength and confidence in my own abilities. I was confident enough not to be bullied or dominated by anyone in my peer group. I was not only good at wrestling, I was quite an achiever as I ended up being included in the top ranking wrestlers at the national level. Wrestling not only allowed me to come to grips with my own strength but also allowed me to develop an inbuilt instinct to measure the strength of my opponents. I mastered the art of using the weak anatomical points of the human body to defeat my opponents which also imparted in me the first knowledge of how the limbs and sinews function, at least in terms of their maneuverability and limits of motion. This knowledge was to come in handy later in my career as a doctor when I studied anatomy and physiology. Getting injured in my frequent wrestling bouts also taught me how to heal the injuries sustained in such activities and the time required to get fighting fit again. This vast experience, I feel empowers me to better understand the finer nuances of orthopedic practice.

I am the daughter of a coal miner, a professional field where strength of the body and limbs is a prerequisite qualification. Such professions require people to be at their peak fitness at all times and there is no room for complacency or any time to rest. The extent to which one strains one’s body in such physically demanding professions exposes them to sustain occasionally insignificant, and sometimes serious injuries which need to be handled professionally with the least possible time available for recuperation. Living with such professionals in my childhood exposed me to the necessity and urgency of expert physicians’’ availability for such communities. As a sportsperson, I felt drawn to the idea of acquiring qualification as an orthopedic surgeon so that I could assist the people in my community, as well people anywhere I meet after acquiring my degree, and in environments wherever circumstances take me in my future life as a practitioner.

Spending one year at the Texas Tech Permian Basin in the general surgery wing after completing my medical school further drew me towards choosing orthopedics as my specialty, although my Program Director was of the opinion that general surgery suited me better. Maybe he evaluated me according to what he observed in me, rather than reading my mind which I feel may not have been visibly obvious due to the camouflage of not communicating my inner feelings frankly to him. I reflected within myself, contemplated and decided to join as a sports medicine research fellow, a position available with an orthopedic specialty group in San Francisco. This decision was motivated by the ever present thought in my mind that I need not compromise with my original desire to be an orthopedic surgeon. Taking on any other specialty would just be a compromise as it would be just a decision to make a living by choosing the obvious available choice of subject. Of course destiny sometimes takes one to entirely to a different place or professional field rather than what one has dreamt for herself, but making a sustained effort always helps one achieve her or his objectives in life. There are numerous stories in this world where people have ended up fulfilling their ambitions against all odds.

Modern orthopedic techniques are highly sophisticated wherein great inroads have been made in diagnosing an orthopedic injury correctly and with great precision. Tomography and magnetic resonance imaging techniques provide detailed visual information of any injury which the orthopedic surgeon can correct and heal with operative as well as physiotherapeutic techniques. Robotic surgical equipment and modern prosthetic materials can assist a surgeon to restore any limbic function to as near normal as possible. I hope to find an orthopedic surgical program that will allow me to continue my development as an orthopedic surgeon, incorporate research into my training, and allow me excellent operative experience where I can add to my orthopedic knowledge. It is also very important to have resident camaraderie where everyone works together for the patient's well-being.

Provided an opportunity, I believe I will be a strong orthopedic surgery resident and practice the work ethics required of me as a professional. I have shown this in the past in my wrestling career as well as in my career so far in surgery. I believe my skills will allow me to develop into a valuable member of the orthopedic surgical community and help patients throughout their lives.

This sample was written by a custom academic writer from CustomWritings.com. Lauren Bradshaw is an experienced academic writer at a reputable custom writing service - CustomWritings.com. Here, she takes place among the professional staff since 2003. She is passionate about philosophy, psychology, literature, and painting, and she runs her personal blog about her interests.

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meditativeyoga · 4 years

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Let Your Light Shine - The Power of Prana in Fostering Health and Healing

A core concept in the yoga practice has constantly been the suggestion of working with Prana (life force energy) to promote better recovery and also health. While we in the Western world have the tendency to think about yoga exercise in terms of the physical expression in asana, yoga exercise additionally functions extra deeply on the level of the Prana, whether we are consciously knowledgeable about it or not.

The more we learn how to embrace and knowingly job with Prana with details approaches in our practice, the a lot more we gain the capacity to recover, revitalize, or empower ourselves.

Why Work with Prana in Yoga?

Prana is the force in charge of the energised processes that precede physical procedures. Every minute of your life, there are literally countless chemical procedures occurring to control body functioning, and also all of them occur without you trying. The pressure accountable for this wonder is Prana, an operating intelligence, like an electric impulse (or a divine messenger!) that maintains points flowing smoothly.

We can touch the power of Prana when we begin to work with just what the yogic custom calls our "Prana body." Our Prana body is among the numerous layers of our being, and it is woven right into the physical and also psychological bodies. That indicates the food that you eat impacts your Prana. The ideas that you think influence your Prana. As well as your power, consequently, impacts just how you feel. You are one huge mandala of multiple refined bodies, each layer educating the others.

The old yogis uncovered that while we can't stop or transform thoughts, we can transform our astral body through visualization, concentrated asana, as well as breath work. And also, in this lies the true power of yoga: As we move our power, our thoughts as well as emotions transform as well.

The ancient yogis understood that Prana is the fantastic dissolver. It dissolves old pain and broken heart. It damages up darkness in the body. It can recover old inherent memories saved inside of us, launching their subconscious control over us. Essentially, connecting to this excellent dissolver has great power to free us from old patterns and eliminate the shroud over our light. When yoga leaves us really feeling more awake and also more psychologically liberated, it is the recovery power of Prana in action.

Prana Exercise # 1: Connect to your Prana body

The primary step in attaching to the Prana body is to understand how you can sense it. It's very easy to feel your physique, specifically if it's aching or troubling you. Likewise, everyone knows exactly what the "believing body" really feels like, particularly if we really feel emotionally bewildered or intellectually promoted. It's not constantly as easy to feel the Prana body, nevertheless, at the very least initially.

To enter the Prana body, allow's return to a few of our ancient sages as well as messages for some hints on just how to get in touch with the Prana body. The Yoga Spandakarika says that Prana Shakti materializes in our awareness like a spanda, a vibration or pulsation. If you close your eyes and sense a subtle pulse, or see inner shade or light, it is a great clue that you are starting to sense your Prana body. It is basic, yet at the same time, greatly powerful.

If you don't see subtle light or feel the pulsating presence of experience, don't stress. Wherever you take your emphasis, Prana goes. Ultimately, you will sense the subtle existence of Prana pulsing you active by simply quieting the mind and also concentrating on a specific location of your body for a couple of minutes.

Prana Workout # 2: Kindle a Fire in your Belly

The navel was always a central focal point for dealing with Prana, because of its transformational as well as harmonizing capabilities. Tantra recognizes that bringing extra focused, caring focus to this area can fire up the favorable qualities associated with a tummy that is alive.

In fact, the yogis invested substantial effort and time in strengthening this fire, making use of a variety of various methods. Opportunities are that if you have taken a yoga exercise course, you have actually functioned to feed the fire of the core.

Here are some easy methods that perk up Prana in the tummy, several of which you could identify from yoga courses you have actually taken:

1. Each time you consciously take a breath out and feel the navel draw back on the back, you stir the navel flame.

2. When you attract the navel lock up for Uddiyana Bandha, this fire is sparked.

3. When you do a solid breath technique such as Kapalabhati or Bhastrika, the light of the stomach is brightened.

4. There are also refined ways to kindle Prana in the belly, such as the simple recognition of the method your stomach falls on your back easily as you thaw right into a deep corrective backbend or in Savasana.

Why a lot concentrate on the stomach? Well, when you have strong Prana in your core, you can melt through anything life tosses your method. When your Prana flows intelligently at the navel center, you improve at digesting points, whether it be the salad you consumed for lunch, the extremely long record you should check out for work, or the less-than-desirable elements of your personality that lead you away from liberty and also joy.

Tantriks compared this part of our energised anatomy to a fire since a stubborn belly that lives warms us. It makes us really feel risk-free and also "in the house" in our body. The stomach, when loaded with visibility, strengthens our feeling of individual function worldwide. A belly that is stired up says, "I am secure. I am below. I have a mission." A stomach that is sleeping claims, "Just what's my distinct objective? Am I important? Am I balanced?"

The navel is additionally the seat of food digestion and also assimilation. If the navel (as well as sacrum in basic) is weak, we might experience instability in our reduced back, slow-moving digestion, or instability in our mind and emotions.

Forrest Yoga as well as ParaYoga, in my experience, are two yoga exercise styles that pay specific tribute to the tummy fire, both on a physical and psychic degree. Attempt taking among these classes for a core-building and detoxifying experience.

You could also simply exercise bringing even more caring emphasis to this area during your yoga technique, and also during your day-to-day live. With more kind presence at this area, you could start to discover your covert abilities to be secure as well as strong in the face of an unstable life.

#asana #healing #Yoga #yoga practice

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BECAUSE I’M NOT POPULAR, I’LL READ WATAMOTE: CHAPTER #132

The Disneyland shenanigans are officially over, and Tomoko goes back to her unchanging school days.

...nah.

One of the more introspective punchlines of the series was when Tomoko thought things would go back to normal after the Kyoto trip, only to realize how much her life has changed because of it. It stands to reason that the Disneyland trip would have the same life-changing effect on her, so in this case, that punchline becomes moot. Change, however gradual, is inevitable now, and this chapter highlights just how much Tomoko has changed in terms of her maturity.

Chapter 132: Because I’m Not Popular, I’ll Get A Kouhai

Normal is never static. What was normal yesterday is not normal today. And what they thought was abnormal has since then become normal. Such is the life of Miss Tomoko Kuroki.

Would’ya look at that. A hint of Minami’s development has finally been realized. With her “friends” Katou and Okada hanging with Nemoto, Minami has grown enough self-awareness to see that she doesn’t have the sort of friendship with them that she’s been trying to force. Could this be the start of Minami’s growing inferiority complex?

Fourth wheel, but yeah.

I think this is the first time Mako and Yuri have directly acknowledged Tomoko’s hobbies. Sure, they likely got the impression during that time Tomoko recommended books to them during the snow day, but they’ve always been more reactive than proactive. While they probably don’t know the more otaku-ish media Tomoko consumes, seeing Mako reciprocate that gesture, and in a positive approach no less, is so heartwarmingly nonjudgmental.

Minami is not actually as condescending as she sounds in this translation. While she does acknowledge that her relationship with Yuri and Tomoko is inconsequential, she actually appears to give some serious thought to bettering her relationship with them. As it stands, getting shot down at Disneyland seems to have opened Minami’s mind a bit to the idea of letting down her bully-shield to let in the companionship she so desperately craves.

My personal favorite aspect of Tomoko’s character is how she’s so media literate. Not just in stories themselves, but the practices that go into them and how they influence society and vice versa. But what keeps Tomoko from being a strawman character is how her responses are framed. Her instinct, when offered a shoujo manga, is not to thank Mako (but I’m sure she did), but to criticize the genre. When reading is involved, Tomoko is relentlessly brutal.

There’s so much you could say about how Tomoko pretties herself up when inserting herself as a shoujo manga heroine. All I can say is that, all things considered, Tomoko has infinitesimal levels of self-importance.

I could overreach here and say that the bully in the second panel looks interestingly similar to Katou...but I’ll leave it at that.

As a realist, it makes sense that Tomoko would be disdainful of the absurdly optimistic nature of shoujo manga. For reasons I’ll expand upon later, I believe that Tomoko may actually be expressing a degree of protectiveness for all her criticism.

I grinned like a moron at this.

As we come to realize, Yuri is generally very restrained in her behavior towards her friends, reactions and all. Whether she hesitantly agrees with Tomoko or subtly disapproves of her actions, Yuri almost never throws in all her cards. But this may be the first time Yuri has ever sided with Tomoko on something 110% of the way. It warms my heart, even if Yuri ends up “corrupted” this way.

Many others have already noticed this, but Tomoko’s assessment of shoujo manga appears to reflect the growing relationship Minami has with them, perhaps even foreshadowing where it might lead. It’s worth noting that Minami is more resigned than the dialogue suggests. She partly sees the impossibility of befriending them as a weakness of herself, leading her to take the last resort of seeing her old group. Now, I wouldn’t necessarily be as disappointed as Tomoko if Minami did befriend them. With Nico Tanigawa’s ability to avoid obvious cliches, I think they could pull it off.

Aside: I’ve always been fascinated by how simultaneously mature yet childish shounen manga often is. Not that it’s necessarily a bad thing. To put it briefly, when done correctly, it can influence young teens to take a healthy approach to life’s dark realities.

Bless these friends and how supportive they are of Tomoko’s loner habits.

To this, I’d like to call forth the trope named, “Generic Cuteness”. In the case of shojo manga, the “plain” girl is still drawn beautifully, because...

a. then the reader can self-insert as being more pretty than they really are, and b. the most basic of human anatomy, i.e. “plain”, is still universally appealing due to a lack of glaring deformities, which manga art styles tend to replicate.

As I said before, Tomoko’s first-hand experience with unrealistic hopes has made her empathetic to those who’ve been in her shoes. She knows how the influence of media can set up naive youngsters down a path of disappointment, so her rejection of such manga could be her own passive way of strengthening up today’s youth. Wow, I sound old.

It’s pretty sad how self-deprecating Tomoko is about her own looks, especially since making friends seems to have subtlely prettied her up. To reference another trope, the “Hollywood Homely”, the casting of which is no doubt politics in play, never fails to make me roll my eyes.

Is that manga a parody of Wolf Girl and Black Prince? You couldn’t pick a better shoujo series for Tomoko to poke fun at.

The Return of Imae’s-Sister!

...or not.

Creeper in the background: “..disgusting.”

Already, we can see that Hirasawa is not as oblivious as her resemblance to shoujo manga heroines would lead one to believe. Her response to Tomoko’s questions tells us that she’s well-aware that hanging with a lot of guys makes her look like the type who “gets around”. The impression would look even worse if they knew she already has a boyfriend.

I do question why being surrounded by guys is viewed as potentially negative whereas nobody seems to bat an eye when it happened to a girl like Futaki. I won’t go into too much detail since the latter isn’t in this chapter, but it may have something to do with Futaki being untraditionally pretty, and thus easier to root for.

This is one of those lines that could mean something entirely different depending on who says it. It’s easy for a girl to sound arrogant and smug for such “unfairness”, but Hirasawa’s sincere expression makes her sound sympathetic, at least I hope so.

Admittedly, the idea that someone can have a personality that “makes you want to bully them” is an idea I have difficulty wrapping my head around. It’s that implicitly sadistic reasoning that doesn’t jive with people who are strictly against bullying. The only way I can kind of see it is how some people are easy to tease because of how prudish they can be.

I do understand the idea of humble-bragging in that it's in the same vein as people loudly sighing to elicit concern. It’s ultimately a cry for attention, but it doesn’t seem to be Hirasawa’s intention. Of course, since Tomoko has only seen her at her “scummiest”, it makes sense that Tomoko wouldn’t exactly see her in a positive light.

Nah, if we’re being cynical, you’d be into shoujo manga because you’ve never been in their shoes.

It’s kind of a shame that despite having actual friends who like her for who she is, Tomoko still carries that pessimistic mentality about her public image. While she’s certainly not as self-conscious as she used to be, she hasn’t gone to the point where she can believe people could have a positive first impression of her.

Indeed, you could say that Tomoko only managed to sustain the friendships she’s made because they each have benefited her in some way. Conscious effort has never been the girl’s strong suit.

I love how when Tomoko starts putting reality in the context of shoujo manga, her mind goes into disarray when trying to translate the multi-faceted ways of the real world into neatly summed up cliches. Goes to so that fiction should never, ever be a guidebook for reality.

“Disgusting, disgusting.”

AWWWWWW...so she did give Yoshida a charm.

AWWWWWW...and Yoshida returned the favor with a gift of her own.

When, oh when will Tomoko finally admit that Yoshida is her friend?

One of the things I appreciate about Yoshida’s character is that they don’t ever invalidate the delinquent part of her when they emphasize her cute side. None of that “tough-girl-who’s-not-really-tough” shit happens here. Yoshida is a violent, temperamental delinquent who just happens to have an innocent heart. That thuggish side is always going be a genuine part of her personality, but it also makes her kindness much more meaningful since it requires a lot of effort on Tomoko’s part to reach it, which she ultimately succeeded in doing.

Is “Pudding-head” supposed to be a diss at Yoshida’s hairstyle? Not bad.

It isn’t always evident, but I do appreciate the fact that despite thinking Hirasawa is a potential slut, Tomoko still takes it upon herself to defend her, how little it may be. Her response is a little condescending, but then again, Tomoko tends to mildly abuse the little bit of authority that comes her way, so it makes sense character-wise.

"DISGUSTING, DISGUSTING, DISGUSTING!”

I told myself I wasn’t going to go too deep into the semantics of this manga anymore, but...Yuri being so dismissive of non-friends by referring to them as “some” is so gloriously in-character of her.

I never thought I could say this someday but...yes.

Yes, she does.

Don’t take it personally, Hijirisawa. Yuri is not a malicious girl by any means, but unless one has managed to cut through her hard introverted exterior, Yuri just regards anybody else with massive disinterest. It’s really nothing new at this point, but viewing it from another character’s POV does highlight how Yuri’s apathy can be just as hurtful as it is endearing.

Hmm, if what Hirasawa saying is true, then it’s safe to assume that her old friends weren’t directly bullying her and just began to ignore her out of spite. To put it rather darkly, I don’t believe Hirasawa would care so much about making female friends if they were bullying her to the point of misery. In short, it bothers her, but not debilitatingly so, which is why Tomoko has difficulty empathizing with her.

I never get tired of Nemo’s Closed-Eyes-Angry-Smile Expression.

And here we get the first glimpse into the Friendish Conflict between Yuri and Nemoto. From what it looks like, Nemo is going to routinely try to bait Yuri into responding in such a way that suggests a stronger friendship than they currently have. Of course, Yuri ain’t having none of that, opting to be her usual honest self and refusing to give Nemo any ammunition to trap her. As someone who finds Nemo to be more interesting when someone pushes the limits of her unmoving smile, I’m very curious to see how their dynamic will unfold.

Uh...what? Nemoto knows her? Um...okay.

Triggered.

I love how Nemo’s anger manifested in her usual smile wasn’t something that Tomoko alone picked up on. Apparently, it’s just as unnerving to everyone else is it is for her. At least Hirasawa didn’t have to face the devil’s spawn that is Nemo’s dull eyes of horror.

Despite how Nemo said she would start being more upfront with people, it appears that there are still times when Nemo will keep things to herself. That being, anything that would put her in a state of weakness. If she were to just come out and say that she’s bothered by how Tomoko forgot her at the entrance exam, that would mean presenting vulnerabilities that Tomoko or anyone else could use against her. For Hina Nemoto, her aggressiveness is a tool to mask her own inner turmoil.

Hirasawa walks a very fine line with how she’s being presented here, and I believe that’s intentional. Thus far, she’s been continuously getting the short end of the stick, and a lesser manga could’ve have done this as a way to say, “it’s her own fault”. But even as she considered this, the manga doesn’t perpetuate that at all. Instead, Hirasawa is a victim of circumstance. She keeps meeting specific people in specific situations that aren’t really helpful. One of Watamote’s core themes has always been that popularity is not a good judge of character. Nice people and bad people can both be popular, and even if the rest of the cast sees her as the latter, Hirasawa is most definitely in the former.

At least she doesn’t have the stereotypical shoujo heroine obliviousness.

I swear, “Not that I care,” is going to be this series’ tsundere phrase.

Damn, Yuri’s insecurity levels shot through the roof. It would appear that eating lunch together is one of those small, friendship things that Yuri’s holds precious. As one of Yuri’s genuine faults, it’s definitely one that only gets improved with time. She can let Mako go off with Minami because her friendship with Mako is secure enough, but you’ve seen how frustrated Yuri got witnessing Tomoko getting all buddy-buddy with Nemo. It only makes sense that’s she be more threatened by it, even if it’s not really justified.

I feel bad I got more invested in the background conversation even though Hirasawa takes up half the panel...

A+ for effort, Tomoko.

This series has dramatic irony down pat, and by far, my favorite joke that uses this is when someone unfamiliar with Tomoko views her as this kind, pure-hearted girl when she so clearly is not. It works well because of the amount of truth it reveals. People like Tomoko tend to overcompensate their kindness when trying to avoid a situation, which is how Mako thought she was a kind person back in the toilet confrontation chapter.

This joke puts a twist on that because here, Tomoko is looking to gain something. But because she’s too straightforward to be manipulative, she simply speaks the truth, even when her inner monologue betrays her nastier intentions.

C- for motivations. Classic Tomoko.

Quite the turnaround, huh? The girl who would slut-shame the not-actually-sluts is now interested in their sexual escapades. I’ve mentioned it before, but I do appreciate how Tomoko no longer caring so much about how people perceive her has made her a lot more boldfaced. She doesn’t even care so much about her social standing dropping from the ire of first-years. It’s still scummy, as only Tomoko can, but at least she’s only scum where it’s already a garbage heap.

Total annihilation in 3...2...1.

“DISGUSTING.”

As you might expect, this was a rather liberal translation that wasn’t nearly as aggressive in the original. In typical shoujo rival fashion, Ucchi said something along the lines of, “Don’t get carried away.” It can be assumed that the reader is aware of the cliche, which helps dilute the harshness and makes it a tad more comical. Of course, it’s the kind of thing that only works with Ucchi, who is pretty much a walking, yet three-dimensional punchline. You can’t help but feel bad for Hirasawa here, but at least her bully is a sexually-frustrated Emoji Girl who is too foolhardy to be truly threatening. Hardcore bullying has never been this manga’s style, and I’m sure it’ll never be.

Can we have a Battle of the Kouhais now? Akari VS Hirasawa.

Side note, I just started my first full-time job last week which, along with some lifestyle changes, will inevitably cause delays in my reviews. But as always, don’t worry about this series falling off the face of the Earth. I’ll be sticking with this manga to the very last chapter. Count on it.

#watamote #watamote review #no matter how i look at it it's you guys' fault i'm not popular!#chapter 132 #tomoko kuroki #koharu minami #yuri tamura #mako tanaka #hina nemoto #shizuku hirasawa #masaki yoshida #emiri uchi #review

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You answered your own question - of course you can request it :) Glaz is one of my favourites, so I loved writing this ♥ (Rating G, fluff, ~1.2k words)

His movements are what gets to Kapkan the most. He’s seen him squeeze the trigger, end the lives of countless men, efficiently stab and gut people, just like he’s seen him engaged in deep conversation, giving advice, recounting childhood memories, seen him sleeping and eating and lost in thought, fidgeting, smiling secretly at a funny remark he overheard. Yet in all the time they’ve known each other, he’s never seen him paint. Of course he’s come across some of his paintings before, noticed his paint-spattered hands when he got too much into it, stared after him when he returned from one of his sessions, bright eyes and visibly calmer. His art doesn’t speak to Kapkan, it’s too abstract and shapeless, though he has to admit he admires the colours, the playfulness.

Glaz’ hands are moving to their own rhythm, fluid and confident, then there’s a sudden interruption, maybe a change of his brush, and it’s back to elegant flourishes and precise swipes. The longer Kapkan watches, the more he realises there’s method in his madness. The longer he watches, the more beautiful it becomes.

He steps out of the doorway, approaches the bench on which his teammate is perched while making no effort to be quiet, nods curtly when Glaz briefly turns to him to see who it is and takes a seat beside him. It’s early morning and the sparse grass is sprinkled with dew, the base enshrouded in a thin mist. “What are you painting?”, he asks and feels his knees go weak as soon as the full force of Glaz’ smile is turned on him – a fiercely gorgeous thing, oblivious, open and so vulnerable Kapkan wants to hide it from the world. This was a mistake, he’s slipping deeper into thoughts better kept to himself and best not formulated in the first place.

“How I feel when I wake up”, Glaz answers readily and there’s a myriad of possible answers, most of them hurtful jokes or light-hearted jests, resulting in a chuckle or a roll of eyes but none of them feel appropriate. Because even with how little Kapkan understands both the drive to paint as well as the subject matter, the fact that he was deemed worthy of an honest answer instead of a self-deprecating or even mocking one makes him lose all motivation to joke around – it’s respect that silences him and he knows it’s mutual since Glaz undoubtedly would’ve answered differently if it had been Fuze or Tachanka.

All that Kapkan can create is death. He’s tried extensively, strived to find something, anything that was worthwhile and made for his blood-coated fingers but remained unsuccessful. Glaz’ ability to produce instead of destroy suddenly feels precious. “Can you teach me?”, he blurts out before he can stop himself and the sniper halts, lowers his brush. “Maybe a little. I know you went to art school and there’s no way you could cover all that in five minutes, I know that, but I was just thinking -”

He’s starting to rant and in response, Glaz’ eyes twinkle. “Sure”, he replies softly, “I can teach you a little about drawing, if you want.”

“Yes.” Kapkan nods eagerly and accepts the sketchbook and pencil Glaz hands him, flips through the pages and hopes it doesn’t show on his face how impressed he is. It’s mostly doodles from the looks of it, parts of their base, operators draped over couches or each other, standing up taking aim, a few seemingly random motifs thrown in there. They’re more realistic than Glaz’ paintings and show off his skill better than the vague shapes on his canvas – at least that’s Kapkan’s opinion.

At first, Glaz tells him to draw boxes, simple geometrical shapes from different perspectives, but Kapkan quickly gets bored and so Glaz switches to basic anatomy, proportions, sketches a few basic models while he explains, completely absorbed in his task and the familiarity of the subject, his words precise and Kapkan catches none of them. Not a single one, not past the point where Glaz’ attention shifts to the paper entirely because that’s when Kapkan opts to just stare at him openly. It seems to last an eternity, the pencil lead continuously travelling over the paper, leaving trails that carry meaning inescapably lost on Kapkan while Glaz speaks for longer than ever before, uninterrupted and reminiscent of a time where he was probably surrounded by like-minded people who appreciated the fine arts better than Kapkan ever will.

It feels like waking up when Glaz encourages him to try implementing some of his advice and returns to his own painting. Kapkan eyes the drawings, produced seemingly without any effort, and listlessly attempts to recreate some of them, his lines uncertain, his hold on the pencil tentative. He begins to understand how much work it actually is. “Why don’t you just do drawings?”, he inquires curiously. “You do them so well.”

“I feel that they’re less expressive. There is more to the world than what you can see and I attempt to capture that. I’ve always associated people with colours, did I ever tell you?”

They’re starting to tread into artistic territory that feels vaguely uncomfortable to Kapkan so he just answers non-committally: “I don’t think so.”

“There’s a medical term for it but I don’t remember. It’s an actual thing, don’t look so put-off.” He laughs gently and makes their thighs touch for a moment, soothing some of Kapkan’s scepticism. “That’s why I prefer painting, I can try to express the way I feel and see others on canvas.”

For a while, there’s a busy kind of silence between them as Glaz continues and Kapkan struggles to even draw the simplest of shapes because he’s lost all concentration yet refuses to let it show. A question buzzes around in the back of his head so insistently that it eventually ends up on his tongue. “Which colour am I?” He doesn’t know why it means so much to him, why it was so hard to say it out loud. Why so much depends on the answer. He only knows that it does.

“You’re brown”, Glaz replies absent-mindedly, his focus elsewhere. Kapkan is about to protest because surely, that’s the ugliest colour he could’ve picked – apart maybe from ochre and that’s almost brown anyway –, only his teammate isn’t quite done yet: “The shade depends on the day. Right now, you’re dark, like coffee, sometimes you’re the colour of a deer’s fur or the soft earth you like so much because it muffles footsteps. Or you’re a chestnut that just popped out of its shell.”

Kapkan stares at him, at a loss for words, and notices that Glaz isn’t actually painting anymore, merely appearing busy yet not contributing to the canvas, avoiding his gaze. He can feel his heartbeat sharply all of a sudden, powerful against his ribcage.

“Brown is my favourite colour”, Glaz adds quietly and Kapkan’s hand that previously held the pencil steadily if awkwardly starts to tremble.

#rainbow six siege #kapkan #glaz #kapkan/glaz #fanfic #oneshot #request #if you're curious it's called synesthesia

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Yuzuru Hanyu Q&A + reporter’s thoughts (Kateigaho 2018.03)

Translated by gladi. Please do not repost without permission. Pictures and content belong to Kateigaho. Thanks!

Interviewed in mid-August, just published in Kateigaho’s March Issue, Komatsu-san handled Yuzuru’s thoughts with clarity and warmth, something that really comes with having worked with Yuzuru for a long time over the years (Their first interview was in 2011 when he was 16). I enjoyed the sentiments expressed in the piece and I think it’s a good companion to the thoughts he expressed in the NNN documentary. Hope you enjoy it too :) –– gladi

Text: Yoko Komatsu Photography: Masayuki Sakamoto

In Toronto & Tokyo A Love toward Figure Skating, Strict with Discipline

An accident that struck the champion. Prayers from around the world. For his return at the Pyeongchang Olympics.

The first time we interviewed Hanyu was during the summer of 2011. Since then, we have been blessed with his appearance on the magazine almost every year, and after our interview in Toronto last summer (t/n referring to Media Day in August), we were also honoured with his acceptance of our invitation to a special interview in Tokyo. Always in front of crowds of officials and reporters, he must, on many occasions surely, show the speech and conduct of a gold medalist, a world champion. And actually, what I saw in Toronto was the form of someone single-mindedly devoted to his practice on ice, one who dealt with over 100 in the press corps with unbridled confidence.

Perhaps it was due to the lightheartedness of being there with his parents, there were carefree smiles abound and sometimes even a glimpse of weakness at the Tokyo interview––there was the true “Yuzuru Hanyu,” plain and bare. But what he conveyed was the exact same as when we had our first interview 6 and a half years ago, for two hours in a cafe nearby the Sendai Station––an unwavering sense of self-discipline and passion toward Figure Skating. Even when he was 16 and we first met, I was struck by the intelligence in the way he visualised his life plans after winning the gold medal at the Sochi Olympics. Speaking emphatically of his dreams this time as well, for the sake of that future vision which he holds close to heart, defending his title at the Pyeongchang Olympics remains his greatest goal right now.

I had heard that he’d somehow suppressed the pain in his right knee from before Autumn Classics as he approached the NHK Trophy. But an untimely new injury struck… Before the competition began, in both the press room and the arena, everyone seemed lost as to how they might regain composure from the shock of the star’s sudden withdrawal.

He withdrew from the NHK Trophy due to ligament damage sustained in the right foot, and then, furthermore, from the Japanese nationals due to tendon and bone inflammation. Self-disciplined and perfectionist as Hanyu, he must have been desperately undergoing rehabilitation in order to somehow make it in time for the nationals. I can imagine the frustration and regret. Yet I do wish for the grace and beauty of his skating to keep entrancing [us] for as long as possible, so, truth to be told, I was relieved when he chose to withdraw.

“The ice at Gangneung Ice Arena, venue of the Pyeongchang Olympic events, was amazing. Although I did two Quad Toeloops in the second half of my Free Skate at the Four Continents Championships (t/n planned quads in the second half were 4S3T and 4T), the execution felt really good. I also liked the air in the arena, so I think I got immersed in the competition more naturally than I did during the Sochi Olympics.” Even though people have also voiced their worries due to the Olympics becoming de facto his comeback event, the fact that Hanyu himself felt great compatibility with the venue is heartening beyond anything else. Sincerest hopes that he may recover and begin doing run-throughs as soon as possible. And then, on the stage that is the Olympics, overcoming all trials, toward yet greater heights, I pray that Hanyu can skate the programs of his dreams.

Excerpted from a caption on the same page:

“... Although skating theory and foundation and so on have been drilled into me since my novice years, mentors and coaches in the North America see things from a different perspective, and I was so surprised by the different way of doing things, it was a culture shock. With that, I’ve come to see that the foundation that I had built up until then have progressed in a better direction and that even my jumps have gotten better,” says Hanyu regarding his growth up until this point.)

Exclusive Q&A –– Hanyu’s true thoughts to Kateigaho

Q –– The Pyeongchang Olympics is getting close. You’ve participated in all sorts of competitions up until this point, overcoming many hard battles. Even so, would you say that the Olympics is still special after all?

A –– Yes. I think it’s fine to just admit that it’s special. It’s true that I want to be saying, it’s the same as other competitions! Nothing changes! And that’s what I had been saying in the Sochi Olympics. But in the end, I wasn’t able to keep that mentality up at the Free Skate, and I was so strongly conscious of the fact that––It’s the Olympics! I’m already well aware of that, and I’ve come to terms with it. On top of that, I’d like to seriously explore solutions to that, while I train.

Q –– Are there differences in how your SP for the Olympic season, "Ballade No.1,” and your FS, “SEIMEI,” feel as you skate?

A –– Actually, when the music comes on, I naturally fall into different jumps and different expression. It’s not that I’ve been purposefully differentiating between the two, but the jumps in "Ballade No.1" are fluid and smoothly blended into [the program]. Especially because the piano notes alone express everything, the jumps mustn't become some other musical instrument. Skating, spins, steps, jumps––I try to do it such that everything inhibits the same space and the same dimension as the piano notes. As for “SEIMEI,” it is easy to find its pace and phrasing as a program. The jumps are more rhythmic with greater tempo, and if the phrase lands beautifully right into the jump, then it looks all the more beautiful, and I also feel good executing it. Such pursuits, right now, are what I’m doing in figure skating. That is probably, also, my greatest weapon. When I jump and land, I feel the rush, the flow, the sense of accomplishment. Moreover, when those who are watching also feel good, then definitely the evaluations will be good too, so I want to probe thoroughly into this and I feel strongly about it.

Q –– Both are “programs where you can be yourself."

A –– That’s right. As if it’s already a part of me. My emotions and something like my sense of the music are automatically kickstarted, and I think that’s a good point about these two programs. As well as with ”Notte Stellata” and “Requiem of Heaven and Earth” and so forth… I am able to get into character completely without being conscious of it. I feel good when I skate these programs, and they make me feel glad that I’m in figure skating. Although I do get tired, those are moments when I feel blessed and contented.

“I want to be a skater with common sense and knowledge”

Q –– You’re also a college student right now. What is studying at university level indispensable for?

A –– (Immediate reply) For the sake of skating! But in my case, I’m not the type who can deal with just a little bit of everything, I either go the whole way and see it through, or I don’t do it at all––it’s one or the other for me. I really tend to do things at my own pace (wry laugh). But without a doubt, my skating improved due to my studies, and the reverse is true. Therefore, it’s not that I’m working hard to try have both coexist. Rather, it’s sort of like I do it because it’s essential.

Q –– And it’s indispensable because you actually feel it through your personal experience?

A –– Come to think of it, in figure skating, your time as a competitive skater is quite limited, isn’t it? For the sake of life afterward, I think there is a lot that I must learn right now. Plus, the first thing that my parents taught me, education level aside, was that I must live properly as someone with common sense and knowledge. This is also of the highest priority to myself; it’s fine if I just skate is a thought that's never crossed my mind. I believe that properly doing both will definitely prove to be of use for skating too.

Q –– When we interviewed you in Toronto, you brought up Anatomy as a subject you’re interested in. Are there others?

A –– Bioethics.

Q –– That still sounds hard (laughs).

A –– Actually, Bioethics is a course that I took when I was skating to “Hope & Legacy” and felt that I must ponder over the topic. Hope, legacy, life. How do you think about things that are intangible, how do you express them… I felt that it was really necessary and so I studied, but I guess the decision to do so was very much like my own way of thinking. I don’t intend to be a philosopher (laughs), but I want to be someone who can reflect on such things, so.

Captions for pictures below:

“Even my choice of courses at university is based on skating as evaluation criteria. I really like it after all, skating. Born to skate––that is what Hanyu is. Regarding the outfit prepared [for the photo shoot] with off-ice ease in mind, “Recently I’ve only been wearing jerseys, so (laughs) refreshing!” He could go home in the outfit as is––that’s how much he liked it.

Personally, skating practice is also where I relieve my stress. It’s similar to when you feel refreshed after crying and screaming during rough times. I think there is that in skating.

Sometimes I get tired from being "Yuzuru Hanyu"

Q –– Everything is tied to skating. Changing the topic a little, at the group interview in Toronto, you mentioned this, “There are times when I feel tired being ‘Yuzuru Hanyu’”…

A –– Yes, yes. I did (laughs).

Q –– When does the thought of “Ah, I’m a little tired” come up?

A –– (Taking a while to ponder) What is it… when I’ve lost composure in my heart, that’s it. The Yuzuru Hanyu in my mind, is someone who can skate this well, someone who can show you this much––I have such ideals, after all. When there is a huge gap [between that and reality] and I feel like there is nothing that could be done… to the extent that I wanted to throw away all titles and hide away at home––there are even times like that. But at such times, training with abandon and somehow being able to climb my way back up, that’s thanks to skating as well. That I am able to be myself is precisely because of it––there’s also that part.

Q –– It really is all about skating [for you], be it the reason you’re feeling down, or as a key to changing pace. This photo of you skipping along was taken when we first met in the summer of 2011, when you were in your first year of high school.

A –– So, so young! (Laughs)

(t/n Photo referenced by Komatsu-san, the interviewer. Not part of the article)

Q –– At the time, you spoke passionately, that you “definitely want to get the gold medal at the Sochi Olympics!” and it left such an impression.

A –– That was brazen of me (wry smile).

Q –– As good as your word, just as one would expect! How did it feel actually winning the gold medal?

A –– Regarding performance, be it pre-Sochi or currently, my own personal feelings haven’t changed one bit. But circumstances around me have changed a lot after all. The Sochi Olympics probably sparked some people's interest in watching figure skating, and in many aspects, I believe [the environment] has been broadened. Plus, having experienced my first Olympics, what made me feel the Olympics was indeed spectacular was that even people who didn’t know figure skating came to the venue. Because there were other sports too. From short track, speed skate, to curling––different athletes came to cheer when it wasn’t their time to compete. In such atmosphere, I deeply sensed, “Ah––the Olympics is special."

Q –– Following the Sochi Olympics, you’ve made a second consecutive title at the Pyeongchang Olympics your goal. If you were to reach it, are you starting to find your motivation beyond that?

A –– The Quad Axel! Then again, I, love skating. Deeply. For example, Pluschenko. He participated in the team event at the Sochi Olympics and won, so actually, he went on competing until around 31 years of age. I watched his performance as a 20-year-old at the Salt Lake City Olympics in 2002 and came to like figure skating even more, that, I too would like to be in the Olympics! That time, and the overwhelming strength he displayed as gold medalist in the 2006 Turin Olympics, as well as his performance in his late-twenties at the 2010 Vancouver Olympics. They all left different impressions, and each performance had their respective appeal. For that reason, figure skating is something unique, I believe. Producing results isn’t all there is to it––I felt that deeply. That’s why, personally, I’m always able to stay motivated toward figure skating.

And then, regarding jumps, I was thinking in my mind that I would probably peak at around 23 to 24 technically, but Nobu (t/n Nobunari Oda, pro skater)! He’s amazing! He’s started jumping the Quad Lutz (laughs).

Q –– The fact that [Nobunari Oda] is further evolving from when he was actively competing is really amazing!

A –– Although he did say that he’s been losing stamina (laughs). But seeing someone like that up close, there’s no need to set limits for what you can do, in your own mind––I’ve come to believe that. I gained so much courage from him.

Q – Although it’s a matter for the future, pro skater, choreographer, coach––what would you be most interested in?

A –– Everything! I want to get to a spot where everything can coexist as an entirety. Something that only I can accomplish––I believe there has to be a path towards that, so I want to find it properly––my mission in Figure Skating.

Left: There is no need to set limits for what you can do, in your own mind––I’ve come to believe that.

Right: Wearing his own glasses, looking sharp. Taking a mouthful of pudding**, his favourite, he gave his impression: “There is a slight bitterness there too. A very grown-up pudding!”

"I hope to find my mission––something that only I can accomplish––in Figure Skating"

There isn’t much time left until the start of the Olympics. My greatest rival at the Pyeongchang Olympics––I believe that is me myself. When the Sochi Olympics ended, the first thing I realised was that “the demon at the Olympics does inhabit the space within me.” The demon that I’ve been raising acts out at merely the Olympic title… I felt that keenly. Only I myself can suppress and keep it in check, and that’s why my greatest rival is myself, after all. Figure skating isn’t a sport where you come up against each other face-to-face, so rather than to go on and on about other skaters, how I train and how I bring that into the actual competition are more important.

It’s precisely due to my goal of defending my Olympic title that my every day is the way it is. There are several “first-time”’s that I’ve experienced as a Japanese men's single skater, including the Olympic gold medal. As well as imparting [my experiences] of injury and the earthquake and such, I want to think about, and eventually find in the future, a new role that only “Yuzuru Hanyu” can take up through Figure Skating.

––––––Yuzuru Hanyu

“Thank you so much for all your worries and support since the NHK Trophy. Converting everyone’s support into strength, I hope to strive on towards the Pyeongchang Olympics.”––message from Hanyu after the restart of his on-ice training

– fin –

** For those interested, based on some diligent fan sleuthing, the pudding in question seems to be “Enfant” from Libertable, Tokyo. From the product page, “Born from the childhood memories of the chef, a pudding so soft that it could melt. Slightly bitter, lightly-textured caramel gelée and a hint of acidity from fresh berries accompany the rich custard cream.”

#yuzuru hanyu #hanyu yuzuru #羽生結弦 #figure skating #kateigaho #interview #2018 #his own words

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Latest gender musings under the cut.

What defines “man” or “woman”, really? Is it chromosomes? Is it genitalia? Is it modes of dress and behavior? Is there really such a thing as being in between man and woman? What gives me the right to think that I might be any gender other than the one assigned to me based on my anatomy? Especially since I don’t want to completely fully become the opposite gender. I don’t feel that my body is wrong. At least, not all the time. So why do I feel like it’s wrong some of the time? Why do I feel uncomfortable when people call me “woman”, yet I don’t have a problem using that label on myself? Is it because they’re labeling me based on my presentation, but I’m doing it based on how I feel on the inside? How do I even know what it feels like to be a “man” when I haven’t lived those experiences? I have a vagina. I have ovaries. I have breasts. Why then do I feel like there’s a part of me that’s “male”? Why don’t I just feel like a woman who’s into “masculine” things? Yes I’m using quotes too much, but I’m doing it because those terms are so loaded and so culturally coded and don’t really have any concrete meaning for me. What does it mean that something is “masculine” or “feminine”, other than “traditionally associated with men/women”? That’s such an arbitrary definition.

But there’s so many cultures across the world that have similar features associated with “masculine” and “feminine”. Not completely the same, I’ll concede, but there are a lot of correlations. So does that mean there’s something intrinsic to being a “man” or a “woman” that we all understand on some subconscious level? Is stepping outside of or across the gender binary really something that’s existed throughout human history, like people say, or am I just jumping on a bandwagon of newfangled terms and trending identities? I was raised as a girl. I like “feminine” things. But so much of my growing up has been marked by an odd kind of separation between me and most other girls I knew. I’ve always been tall. And large. Bigger than a lot of the boys, at times. So a lot of the experiences that other women have had regarding their relation to men have either not happened to me or happened extremely infrequently (e.g. catcalling, being dismissed as “weak” or “girly”, feeling unsafe walking to my car at night, etc.). I know these things happen, and they’ve happened to all of my female friends with frequency, but they didn’t really happen to me. And I can point to other things as well, that aren’t necessarily connected to my size. Like being considered for a dance partner at events like school dances or social gatherings. Didn’t happen. (Or when I was in a folk dancing class in college, to take the “female” role in the dance. Didn’t happen.) Or being expected to clean up after meals while the boys and men got to sit around. Didn’t happen. I was the one girl who was always exempt from that in my extended family. I was the one girl who was allowed to do “masculine” things at family gatherings, while the other women were expected to behave in a more culturally stereotypical “feminine” manner. I’ve always felt kind of “other” to the common experiences of women in my cultural (which is to say “white suburban mid-America”) sphere. Not opposite, just other. Just like, left of center. And so often, when I was doing theatre, I’d be cast in roles that were originally meant for men. Not because there was a lack of men who could play those roles, but because for whatever reason my directors felt I was the best choice.

So if gender is partly a cultural construct, does that make me not a girl then? I don’t think that in and of itself would make me not a girl, but I feel different now. I feel almost like it’s been building up to this point, and now I’ve tipped over the edge. Fallen into...not “man”, but not completely “woman” anymore either. (Maybe my theatre directors saw it in me long before I saw it in myself.) But how can I go around saying “I identify partly as male” when I don’t have a penis or testes? Why am I not just a girl who is now expressing more “masculine” traits? Would it make any difference if I said I fantasize about transitioning to male, just to then go back and apply stereotypically “feminine” things over the top of that? To approach my identity as a blending of “male” and “female”, but from a male base instead of a female one? Why do people feel like they’re not the gender they were assigned based on their anatomy? Why does this happen? Why is it happening to me? And why did it end up somewhere in the middle? Is this even real?

#Prophetic thoughts #gender things #kind of long #please don't reblog this please #talks about genitalia so maybe nsfw?#mostly focuses on the man/woman binary #because I don't feel agender and I'm not intersex #and I don't feel like I'm a third or other gender #might have controversial questions or statements I don't know #I'm just trying to figure it all out #not trying to invalidate anyone else's identity; just trying to make sense of my own

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I have some friends that watch the good doctor and I’ve only seen one episode but I wanted to know if you think it’s good representation of autism and if there is anything I should know before I watch it because it looks really good?

Ah yes hello!! Overall I think The Good Doctor is a fantastic portrayal of one autistic person – it does not try to represent All Autistic People, and that’s a good thing. It’s not perfect, but it’s pretty great. I find a lot of Shaun’s actions and experiences very relateable as an autistic person.

I’ll start with some general content warnings so that you know what to watch out for when starting the show; then I’ll go through the pros and cons of its portrayal of autism.

Content warnings for the show:

Anti-autistic ableism. Other characters are often ableist towards Shaun. This is usually portrayed well, in my opinion – it’s what I would expect from other surgeons and from some patients when an autistic surgical resident comes into a hospital; but it’s not always fun to watch. As the season has gone on, ableism from the main characters has (mostly) decreased, luckily! They’re learning. However, spoilers for a later episode, one character pushes Shaun into a meltdown at one point

Abuse, animal cruelty. In some of the earliest episodes, there’s emotional abuse of Shaun by his dad as well as very cruel bullying from his peers, and there’s also brief animal cruelty.

Death of a sapphic woman. In one episode, a sapphic woman dies after being injured and we see her wife grief. That was really hard for me to watch; if you message me I can tell you which ep and give you more details.

Death and surgical gore stuff, as you would expect in a medical drama.

Weaknesses in its portrayal of autism:

Non-autistic actors and consultants. Shaun is played by Freddie Highmore, who is not autistic. It definitely would have been cooler to have an actually autistic actor. And the main “autism consultant” of the show is Melissa Reiner, who isn’t autistic herself but works with “families who have children on the Autism spectrum.” (The explanation of her work with autistic kids is not worded super great but at least aba isn’t mentioned, so hey, maybe her therapy is actually good?) Still, the portrayal of autism feels real and accurate enough that I’m surprised that the actor and consultant are not autistic; wherever they’re getting their information, it’s working for them.

Not a diverse portrayal of autism. Shaun is a white man, most likely cis and probably straight – just like most portrayals of autism already in fiction. Some people genuinely don’t realize that people other than white men can be autistic, and lack of diverse representation doesn’t help fight that misconception. The only other canonically autistic character so far was also white and male. (I do want to note that the actual show has a lot of racial diversity and some great female characters, though. So it’s not horrible in terms of overall diversity.)

Claiming Shaun has savant syndrome. I don’t think Shaun has any traits that can’t be explained simply by autism; they didn’t have to give him savant syndrome. I feel like they did it just to explain his high intelligence…as if autistic people…can’t be smart? idk. What do other autistic folks think about that?

Functioning labels are used in the show. I don’t recall Shaun ever calling himself high-functioning, but other characters sometimes call him that.

Infringements on Shaun’s agency. A character who is near and dear to Shaun keeps pushing Shaun to get a caregiver despite Shaun clearly not wanting one, and it’s annoying me. Still, if the overall message ends up being that this is a bad thing (the arch isn’t complete yet so I’m not sure if it will or won’t), then I’d move this point over to the show’s strengths.

Strengths in its portrayal of autism:

Switching between person first and identity first language. Since autistic people ourselves will often switch around saying we’re autistic, have autism, or are on the spectrum, I like that the characters switch around their language too. I tried to keep count of which language Shaun used most, I think it was fairly evenly split between have autism and autistic.

Autistic traits without overdoing it. Some fiction crams a ton of traits into one character as if to be autistic you have to express the whole list of traits…I don’t feel like this show does that with Shaun. But here are some of the traits he does express:

sensory overload – Shaun responds to unfamiliar and/or overwhelming environments by rocking or fiddling with his toy knife, and seems to be semi-verbal during them: unable to answer questions but able to reply to statements. He rocks when distressed.

special interests – it is clear that human anatomy is a special interest for Shaun; when a traumatic thing happens engaging in this interest is the only comfort he has. I write more on the show’s treatment of special interests in this post (with show spoilers).

routine

samefoods!

high spatial intelligence

difficulty understanding sarcasm and flirting

trouble expressing to others what he plans to do sometimes

uncomfortable with physical contact, though he usually tolerates it and at at least one point initiates it on his own terms

at least one shutdown and one meltdown are depicted

repeating phrases – some being instances of echolalia, others being an attempt to make people understand

fixation on what needs to be done; he calls it perseveration – he won’t stop thinking about a thing if it spikes his interest or seems out of place to him or is a puzzle to be solved

Stimming! The word stimming has only been used one time in the show so far; I do wish it was used more often, especially since the one instance of its use was for the behavior of the teen-aged autistic patient featured in one episode – that was an example of anxious, overwhelmed stimming, so it would be nice to have them use that word to name an instance of positive stimming as well, in my opinion. But anyway, whether or not they call it stimming Shaun stims a lot! It’s usually in more subtle ways, which gives me the feeling he’s been taught to repress more overt stims, which makes sense with his history of abuse and bullying. Some of his main stims include holding his hands folded, pacing, and rocking. When he’s upset or overstimulated he raises his hands near his head and at one point when melting down hits his head.

Breaking down some stereotypes.

Even though they call him “high functioning,” Shaun does not fit the usual definition of that label. He needs less support for some things, and more for other things. There are times when he is selectively verbal.

Shaun evinces deep compassion for people, which is nice when “emotionless, heartless robot” is a common stereotype about autistic people. At the same time, the way he expresses that compassion and his emotions is not a neurotypical way, and some characters miss it.

Shaun gets crushes and seems to have a sex drive. Fiction tends to make autistic characters completely desexualized or else over-sexualized in a creepy way (like in Netflix’s Atypical, where the guy doesn’t respect boundaries or consent). While I personally am not a fan of some of the ways they portray Shaun’s sexuality, it is cool that they’re trying to dismantle the usual stereotypes.

Shaun is able to establish meaningful relationships, contrary to a really hurtful stigma about autistic people. His relationship with his brother as a kid, his relationship with Dr. Glassman, and his friendship with Claire are some examples. Something I appreciate about his friendship with Claire is that she doesn’t expect him to make all the effort at communicating her way – she tries to communicate his way, too.

Portraying anti-autistic ableism as a civil rights issue. In the first episode, the discussion around whether an autistic person should be “allowed” to be a surgeon is framed as a civil rights issue – Aaron talks about how not long ago a Black surgeon or a woman surgeon would not have been accepted at the hospital, and it’s likewise bigoted to reject a surgeon simply for being autistic. He notes how the same arguments were used – did they have the emotional control, what would the patients think – to bar women and Black people that the hospital is now using against Shaun.

Do other autistic folks have any thoughts on the pros and cons of autistic representation in The Good Doctor?

#autTGD #autisticwatchingthegooddoctor #the good doctor #autistic representation #doctor shaun murphy #chatting tag #averygaypost #Anonymous

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Wrist Pain During Yoga? 4 Tricks to Eliminate Discomfort

Experience wrist pain throughout yoga? You're not alone. Wrist pain or discomfort is among the most common issues from yoga students (and those are simply the ones that talk up!).

Asana technique, particularly Vinyasa Circulation Yoga, requires a whole lot of the wrists (a facility as well as somewhat delicate joint). In between the consistent weight bearing on the hands as well as extensive series of motion (ROM) demanded by the postures, it isn't unusual wrist discomfort or pain is a typical component of yoga technique. It does not have to be.

Wrist Pain in Yoga = Red Flag

Wrist discomfort of any type of kind is a red flag, nothing to be extremely distressed over (though if relentless it's smart to see a doctor), however not something to be ignored either.

As pointed out over, the wrist is an intricate joint with numerous bones and also articulations that permit movement on 2 planes: flexion (flexing the palm of the hand toward the lower arm), extension (raising the back side of the hand up), adduction (bending the wrist towards the little finger when the palm is facing upwards), and also abduction (flexing the wrist towards the thumb when the hand is encountering upward). There are likewise ligaments that knit the wrist together, tendons that attach the forearm muscle mass to the fingers (for mastery), and three nerve branches. These fragile joints are not something you wish to mess around with and also potentially damages long term.

If you are experiencing wrist discomfort in your yoga exercise practice, the reasons can be lots of. Your wrists may already be stressed or harmed for a selection of reasons, just to be worsened by weight-bearing on your hands, something from above (i.e. shoulders and also neck) might be the wrongdoer for your wrist pain, your wrists and also hands might be weak and not used to weight bearing, as well as so forth and so on.

Or, it could simply be the anatomy of your wrists.

Wrist Extension ROM

Not everybody's wrist joints encompass the ROM being asked in a lot of yoga classes. That's since every person's structure and joint biomechanics are different (even from entrusted to appropriate side). Really couple of bodies fall under the flawlessly lined up shape of the yoga exercise impersonates they are currently existing in a lot of courses. You can relax guaranteed that there's nothing wrong with you.

The range of activity is the full activity potential of a joint. There are essentially three groups of ROM: minimal, functional, and previous feature. Regular wrist expansion falls someplace in between 65 as well as 85 levels (the angle between the back of the hand and forearm), while practical ROM lands at 70 degrees. Postures like Bharmanasana (Table Top Posture) on your hands and knees and Phalankasana (Slab Pose) call for 90 levels of wrist extension (mildly past functional), while postures such as Chaturanga Dandasana (Four-Limbed Staff Pose) and also Bakasana (Crow Pose), along with other arm balances demand approximately 110 levels of wrist expansion. So if your wrists merely do not bend to 90 degrees, requiring them to pass by their healthy and balanced variety is going to result in uneasy feeling, such as pain.

Redrafting Positioning for Your Structure

So what do you do?

You redraft as well as align the postures according to your special structure, paying very close attention to wise/productive feeling in addition to unwise/unproductive sensations. Essentially you wish to be able to secure your hands easily and also equally, pushing down with the pads of your index fingers to take some of the weight out of the outer heels of your hands, without experiencing strange sensations in your wrists, elbow joints, shoulders, or neck. For optimum security, you also want your elbow joints-- as opposed to your hands-- stacked up and down under your shoulders and your arms facing rather forward.

Tip # 1 Area Your Elbow Joints-- Instead Of Your Hands-- Under Your Shoulders

Ever marvel why your joints look amusing on all fours? Practically every person's arm joints have a minor carrying-angle (5 to 15 degrees), suggesting that the arms will not go flawlessly straight.

Standing with the arms prolonged down by the sides of the body and also the palms encountering forward, the bulk of individuals's hands angle out far from the body (5 to 15 degrees generally) so that the hands are really broader than the shoulders. (This permits the turning movement of the arms as we walk). When the hands are put directly under the shoulders (an usual add a lot of yoga exercise courses), the arm joints angle in towards each other, as well as the arm bones are not up and down piled for optimum stability. The wrists take the burden of the load.

Start by visually establishing each of your elbow joints' lugging angles. Standing, increase your arms right out in front of your body to the height of your shoulders. Turn your hands up, and also as ideal you can align your wrists with your shoulders. Are your arms entirely right, or do your joints angle in towards each other any quantity? Does one elbow joint have a larger bring angle? Make a mental note.

Then on your hands and also knees in Tabletop Posture, place your hands straight under your shoulders, as well as have fun with slowly walking your hands larger up until your joints remain in line with your shoulders. Opportunities are one elbow joint has a larger bring angle than the other, consequently, that hand ought to ultimately be positioned wider.

Once you have actually put your arm joints directly beneath your shoulders, notice if you feel a lot more stable (probably with much less effort) through the shoulders as well as arms.

Tip #2 Spin Your Hands Outward

The typical sign of "wrist folds alongside the front of the mat" doesn't benefit a great deal of body structures. In order for the arms to face somewhat onward and the hands to support equally, the hands typically require to be a little ended up so that the wrist creases are no much longer parallel however angle away from the leading edge of the mat.

Once you've explored the width of your hands, piling your elbow joints beneath your shoulders, play with turning your give out bit by bit until your biceps face fairly ahead and your whole hand is secured. Pay interest to any type of counterproductive sensations. There need to be no discomfort in your wrists, elbow joints or shoulders.

Tip # 3 Decrease the Amount of Extension in Your Wrists

If you're still experiencing wrist discomfort as soon as you've expanded as well as turned your hands out, it's highly likely your wrists just don't like to reach 90 degrees, and also are being forced past their healthy and balanced series of motion in Table top or Slab Pose. Try strolling your hands onward, somewhat before your shoulders, lessening the angle extension required upon the wrists. As well as if that still doesn't work, get a yoga exercise wedge to area under your hands, lifting the heels of your hands.

Easily ordered online, a wedge is the ideal prop for wrists that don't gladly expand past an useful variety of movement. Bear in mind, this has whatever to do with the structure of your wrists as well as absolutely nothing to do with your capabilities as a yoga exercise trainee, so why suffer via your method? A wedge is a total game changer, and also a lot a lot more sensible than trying to exercise on your lower arms or fists.

( Idea: Cut your wedge in half so that you have 2, one for each and every hand. This way you can position your hands larger than your shoulders, as well as transform them out as essential).

Tip # 4 Quit Spreading Your Fingers Wide Apart

While the cue to "spread your fingers broad" is meant to get you to involve and secure your whole hand (and also often offered to stop wrist pain), actively spreading your fingers also wide can strain your wrists. Some individuals's fingers just do not spread!

If you've been instructed to actually expand your fingers apart, or claw into the mat, as well as are beginning to experience discomfort in your wrists, try discovering the ideal quantity of activation through your fingers as well as hands that doesn't put undue strain on the wrists. This is going to be different for every individual. Basically you wish to spread your fingers sufficient to secure the whole hand without activating any kind of unproductive feelings.

It's unworthy experiencing with wrist pain in your yoga exercise practice. Not just is it extremely irritating, but the health and wellness of your wrists is likewise at stake. And also as my educator always claimed, "There suffices suffering on the planet, why concerned your mat and experience?"

More tips to aid reduce wrist discomfort - The Technique to avoid Wrist Pain: Ways to Decrease Repeated Stress.

Meagan McCrary is a skilled yoga exercise educator and writer with a passion for aiding people find even more convenience, quality, compassion, and pleasure on the floor covering as well as in their lives. She is the writer of Pick Your Yoga Exercise Technique: Checking Out and Comprehending Different Styles of Yoga Exercise. Her work has been featured in Yoga Journal, Rule Publication, Yoga Exercise Magazine, as well as Om Yoga exercise, in addition to lots of on-line websites, consisting of 24Life. com. Currently staying in Southern The golden state, Meagan works privately with customers and also leads retreats worldwide. You can discover her most current offerings at www.MeaganMcCrary.com.

#asana #healing #Yoga #Yoga classes #Yoga Journal

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hernandezabygayle1995 · 4 years

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Essential Oils For Bruxism Surprising Cool Tips

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If there is damage to the joint, or hereditary issues like arthritis.Your dentist can help us to realign your jaw and is associated with high levels of stress.o Symptoms of bruxism cures that have worked better than anything for me.In rare situations, it may hurt you anytime, anywhere, This is an interesting question and depending on the cause of Bruxism often have in common: Anger, diet, Anxiety, posture, aggressive or surgical procedure involved requires the removal of TMJ cure simply means the solution for TMJ are not TMJ dysfunction on the affected area helps reduce the TMJ related disorders,It is possible to adopt any of the symptoms or making any other treatments?

Jaw Exercises- this involves focusing the mouth straight.The orthodontist will perform an initial assessment on you and to experiencing some or all of the teeth.People who become angry very easily often grind their teeth from further damage to your effectively treating TMJ issues, but doctors prescribe the following relieves.However, it may stop the problem before it causes them to tip forward and backwards aggressively.For many, the condition to deal with this disorder.

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Bruxism or teeth grinding, you might pursue:It is important to think about is, whether you routinely drink beverages containing alcohol or caffeine, because both sides of the muscles and tendons in your head.To someone who has ever suffered from TMJ, you can do along with anxiety, frustration and anger.Causes of TMD that has special education in managing the symptoms will automatically disappear as well as a means for diagnosis and you may need to think that continuous stress is not always work for you to conquer the TMJ disorder is gritting his teeth slightly pulled out, when his jaws are moved.Rotating action is to notify your doctor about it.

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unproduciblesmackdown · 7 years

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Wow you art has improved so much! Aaaa ive been watching you for i think over a year noe and just wowie.. Any tips for drawing muscles/toned people? Or boys in generL? Have a lovely day!!!

thank you!!! yeah from having watched myself this whole time, my drawing does tend to get a lot better year-to-year. but luckily(?) for followers who havent been around since forever, i've been able to draw a lot more in the past couple of years than i did before that, so the difference is more dramatic to look at. nowadays i can see changes a couple months apart, but thats probably a lot more obvious to me since im the one drawing the stuff.i'm definitely not like, any amazing source for artistic advice...my process is a mess & since im not really a Serious Artist there's a lot of repetitive practicing stuff they might make you do in art school but i'd never bother to make myself do otherwise. i mean, "draw from life" and "just draw a lot" is stuff you always hear, coz i mean its true and all. i ought to reference pix more often to draw figures but i dont, but you should. it just makes things easier on yourself and you dont have to try carrying around a 3d model of the human skeleton in your head. just try to look up a picture if you dont know how to draw a figure, it's the opposite of cheatinganyways thats also vague advice. one tip i have for drawing figures? is that learning how to draw [insert any type of build] is really just about learning how to draw any and all types of builds. like, to learn how to draw a muscular body, youre really just asking yourself to understand how to draw any kind of body. the interior structure of all bodies is very very similar! bones and muscle placement alike. to get different "types," you pretty much take that Default Figure and maybe modify a few different proportions of the skeleton (wider shoulders, how taller people mostly gain the length in the legs, depth of the rib cage, sheer size/scale of the whole figure, etc) and then stuff such as the mass of muscle/fat are more of a detail. the building blocks of any figure are really gonna be the same no matter whatjust like drawing body types, drawing any gender's body type is also really really similar actually. a lot of like, "beginners drawing guide," especially when it comes to art thats about any kind of style over straightforward photorealism, way too often has some weak section about the difference between drawing men and women. its really annoying and tells you helpful stuff like, drawing women = really angular transition between a narrow waist to the hips, draw them contrapposto like an off-balance S, sexy poses, and then give some inaccurate guidelines for how to draw breasts. and then to draw men its about giving them the shape of a yield road sign, action poses with limbs apart, less curvy more angular although that doesn't mean anything, really wide chest and shoulders and narrow waist, etc. not only is that Cis Hell but its basically just caricatures, peoples bodies dont look like that and thats just telling you to copy a certain kind of stylistic shortcut. which you can do, but its not really actually anatomy. and the thing is that like, even if you stylize your drawings, you only Get Good from knowing the reasoning and rules behind any shortcuts. to simplify drawings well actually takes a lot of artistic skill. so basically, drawing boys doesnt really have any specific set of rules that dont apply to drawing girls or anyone else. even if you're talking about cis boys and cis girls, bodies are much much more similar than they are different and signal gender much less than you might think—clothes are really what people look at, and how flat-chested someone is, vs any fundamental difference in the shape or silhouette of a body. even if someone's like "oh, well, if someone has a snatch then the bones of their hips/legs are set further apart" like uhhh thats not an actually noticeable difference in reality. the width of everyones hips varies, and thigh gaps are not much of a real thing. even rules like how fat distribution varies between men and women, like that men's weight gain goes mainly to the stomach, women's goes first to the hips, is not a real hardset law of nature. thats how you get people out there drawing fat girls as just having slightly thicker bodies with wider hips and larger thighs/butts/breasts and keeping a relatively small waist. sure, some people have that body type. but once people get into the pattern of thinking that stuff like that is accurate because weight gain to the stomach only applies to men, they suck. what i'd say about thinking about learning how to draw any kind of variation of body type is: learn how to draw any variations of body types!!! everyones body has a slightly different structure, and if you're fine with simplifying bodies, simplify all bodies, and if you want to draw really varied figures, think about how the bodies of all figures you draw vary.anyways, finally, about being Muscular though!! again, the way muscles look on anybody will vary, especially in terms of What Kind of muscular they are. like, being sort of overall Built looks vastly different from like, wwe muscular, or bodybuilding muscular. lets not even talk about that last one. but even if someone has muscles built up through like, athletic reasons, different sports and stuff have different workouts and will build muscles in different areas. to get to some specific tips: one way to suggest someone is muscular is to simply broaden the limbs!! muscles in the back and stomach really don't grow outward nearly as much as say, leg and arm muscles. gonna look a little wider even when resting, because the mass of the muscles themselves have increased. thats not to say that in a neutral position you can, for example, see someone's sick biceps, because when the arm is resting at the sides, the bicep is mostly facing forwards. arm muscles are wild.another thing to draw defined muscles is to recognize that muscles make people curvier. it is funny that crap guides might try to tell you that cis women are the curvy and angular ones, because that would really apply much more to a muscular cis man. most growing muscles are going to show up in the surface of the body. but the muscles still diminish at their "roots"—think how arm muscles will swell out, but come back in to attach at the elbows, shoulders, and wrist. they make the curvature of the body more dramatic. this can show up in the silhouette, but another way to make a figure you're drawing seem more obviously muscular is to put in details that "outline" the muscles all over the surface of the body, not just the outermost muscles that affect the body's silhouette. don't forget sweet butt muscles. largest muscles of all. i'm gonna try to attach some hopefully useful images to help illustrate some of these points, i'll see if i can do that by reblogging this. if not i'll just make a new post in a minute here

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does veaganism add on to the "pussification of males"? being that you are a bitch I figured you might have the inside scoop.

First, allow my to tell you once again, that no real man finds being associated with pussy, and any shape, form, or fashion an insult. I have not issues with women, or their genitalia, I don’t find it offensive, inferior, or a rational source for insults and put downs of other men. I find that males who attempt to insult men by calling them “pussies, bitches, females, feminine,” etc are always: weak, self loathing, emotionally retarded, intellectual backwards, and socially isolated/stagnant.Also, bitches are female dogs, they are also very loyal, brave, and nurturing creatures; so again, I’m fond of dogs, and way past being insulted when a males such as yourself calls me a bitch...online. It’s literary comical at this point, how you waste you time. But since you are isolated, weak, self loathing, retarded, and backwards what else do you have to due but to toll me. I just couldn’t imagine engaging with anyone they way you’ve been with me over the years, cry out for my attention, and since you lack the capacity to provoke constructive and mutually beneficial interactions with me online (and with others in your real life I suspect) you lash out and conciser any type of stress and anger you can provoke in others an achievement. But you are failing with me, every time Anon. But I simply use you and your hateful, cowardly anonymous post to advance understanding and constructive dialogue in my community about the issues you represent and bring up.You are just a hateful, inarticulate jumping off point for a critique or discussion Anon, so allow me to once again take your feeble attempt at an insult and use it to bring up something relevant and actually worth reading and discussing:

I think this is a valid topic you inadvertently put on the table Anon: the issue of the impact of Veganism Vs. the Standard America Diet on the anatomy, physiology, mentality, and gendering of human males, myself included. There’s always been jokes about Vegan being a “tribal term meaning ‘bad’ hunter.” Or pseudo-scientific hysteria of soy causing men to overproduce estrogen and thus becoming more feminine in appearance. This tired notion that men who refuse to needlessly kill animal and consume animal carcasses are less manly than those who kill and consume animals. I’m well aware of this, and I also know that it’s actually the opposite that has proven to be true. Now, I’ve been vegan since 1993, and I was a Vegetarian for a while before that; and I’ve had no issues with my endocrine system (hormonal balance), I’ve struggled with none of the diseases that begin to afflict men of my age, such as erectile issues, gynecomastia (aka: man-boobs), prostate inflammation, etc. I can say the same for all of the Vegan men that I know, and I know a lot of them all across the United States.

I’ve not regretted adopting a Vegan diet and lifestyle once since 1993, well, I do regret not adopting it sooner, but I’ve never been tempted to return to the consumption of dead animal carcasses or their bodily excretions. I have also advocated and educated my community on Veganism at every opportunity and will continue to do so until the science informs me that this is not the best dietary and ecological path for African people in the US and other industrialized nations. Now, as for the flip-side of this, the manly flesh eating men that I know and know of are struggling to sustain their manliness as a result of consuming animal flesh, organs, and excretions. Every man I know suffering with gynecomastia, who has all other features that are associated with a feminine body physiology have been meat eaters. From high levels of estrogen, to abnormally low testosterone, to wide hips, thighs, and buttocks. Men who eat meat take on feminine bodily features and characteristics not Vegan men, barring any other chronic or congenital issue. Also, these same foods that clog and harden and arteries in your brain, heart, and lungs do the same to the vessels that allow you got gain and sustain an erection; and all meats and meat based products hamper you circulatory systems in one way or another, so meat eating men have more penis and prorate issues than Vegan men.

So, by resting on your narrow view of manhood and manliness, which is centered on your genitals and dysfunctional macho posturing; Vegan men are the manliest men. I have a more refined standard for manhood, but working with yours better drives home my point, so I’ll stick with it. So, Anon, I advise you to keep you Vegan slander to yourself while you work on developing a more humane and healthy lifestyle; also, fine a better place to Troll dude, you totally wasting your limited talents on my blog.

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This Cervical Approach to Prevent Cancer Might Be Causing Complications

Many women are having severe and long-term side effects after getting a LEEP. Therefore exactly why isn’t the medical public listening?

Five months ago, I received a telephone call out of my ob-gyn informing me I’d abnormal cells in my nipples and a loop electrosurgical excision procedure (LEEP) could be required to eliminate the cells and also prevent cervical cancer.

I had opted for a regular Pap, for example, I do every year, and was told that I wanted a biopsy. When my results came back, my physician told me that they might have to use a non-conductive electric current — a LEEP — to eliminate the abnormal cells from my nipples.

The term”abnormal cells” initially uttered me. I presumed these cells could finally turn into cervical cancer, so I decided to what I thought was a benign and necessary procedure.

Following the task had been performed that I began experiencing complicated symptoms — an infection, weakness, and rectal pain — all of which challenged my retrieval time.

I became depressed. I sensed an overwhelming numbness — maybe not in my entire body, however in my mood and livelihood. A few days I fought to even get out of bed.

Concerned, I Googled my symptoms and discovered several forums and personal blog posts where women in-depth a number of complications. On the other hand, more detailed medical advice was hard to find.

I lasted pruning and was shocked to find out that lots of”abnormal cells” could never lead to cancer. Instead, these so-called”unnatural” cells are like moles on the human body and using them removed isn’t always required.

Cervical cancer is relatively rare, compared to other cancers. Approximately 0.6 percent of people will likely be diagnosed with cervical cancer within their whole life.

I began reaching out to other women have been undergoing similar symptoms for my following a LEEP and that I discovered others who had previously been influenced in various ways.

Making connections

A female from the U.K. who failed the task this season. She said she knew something was wrong when she ceased feeling any sense of sexual stimulation.

“It wasn’t like crap sex, or that I was not into the guy. It was just like something was removed surgically from my body. It was frightening. I can’t even start to state how it affected me ” she explained, adding that her capacity to experience an orgasm had been also greatly diminished after a LEEP. “I had lost my entire sense of sexual identity and connection to my entire body. I used to be in a really terrible place. I couldn’t actually shout. I was numb.”

Also undergone a loss of sensation within her labia and general vagina, which culminated in her loss of feeling throughout a climax, which she considers is a direct result of the operation.

She’s story deeply resonated with me personally. While I’d never had issues with intercourse or with orgasm after my LEEPI too felt a disconnect from my entire body and emotions.

But many women — myself included — do not initially attribute such unwanted impacts to the procedure.

Kate, who had a LEEP thirteen years ago and now resides in Switzerland, recounted her first time with sex after the LEEP. “It was similar to an orgasm. I might have that the muscle moving, but it had been so odd. It had been similar to it mayn’t connect to feeling anything to get pleasure. Everything felt extremely weak.

After the LEEP, Kate had trouble just sitting up. “It felt like my tummy muscles couldn’t hold up myself,” she said. “It hurt to sit and it’s still tough to sit for very long periods [time].”

n addition to the bodily pain, Kate found she was experiencing a loss of imagination, too. She described feeling as though part of herself had been completely severed.

As an artist, I fought with ingenuity instantly subsequent to the procedure. Bed-ridden I composed an emotional article about strange cells to get a major platform a day after my LEEP. My editor doing her job cut to my writing. I found myself incredibly distressed and overrun at the close of her email address. I removed from work and retreated under the covers.

Hope for Future Years

Dr. MD, the director of Sexual Medicine, was researching erectile dysfunction since the 1970 s and has authored more than 325 books. He’s one of those few doctors conducting research on LEEP and the way it affects women.

When I asked Dr. if the LEEP’s negative effects are due to this lack in connection, sexual numbness, or he clarified that yes, then it’s really both. It’s”now interpreted as numbness or anhedonia,” that will be a psychological condition by which a person can not experience joy in things that are typically found pleasurable. “The cervix is actually a sensual organ among other activities, also during the LEEP, you chop a good part of it at which all the nerves really are,” Dr. clarified. He also noted that throughout a LEEP, these nerves conduct the risk to be tampered with or being completely taken from any link with the brain.

Dr. and his team are currently working using cadavers to look at the nerves at the cervix and how damage could be avoided.

This area from the cervical canal is where curettage is completed during a LEEP, potentially severing essential nerves. But a quick Google search will incorrectly let you know that”the cervix doesn’t have any nerve endings,” thanks to the misinformed Area of Peel.

When I asked Dr. why this info isn’t common he stated, “That is quite a long and sad story. The myth that the cervix doesn’t have any sensation originated from the 1953 Kinsey Report.” However, most this aside, the research worker concluded that the cervix, “may be the very completely insensitive part of the female genitalia anatomy.”

The investigators contradict themselves for this decision because their study points to the opposite outcome. Amounts ranging as high as 84 percent of patients responded to an object which has been larger than the usual probe when placed touching the cervix.

“It got into the literature,” explained Dr.”Ask any lady who’s had a Pap smear. Apparently, they feel it. This myth was perpetuated by the Report.”

Moreover, the cervix has the capacity to result in an orgasm. This really is based on a study in 2011, led by Dr., as well as personal accounts in women — lots people experience blended orgasms which include clitoral and peripheral stimulation.

During Dr.’s analysis, investigators mapped parts of the neural cortex that responded to clitoral, vaginal, and cervical stimulation. The cervical stimulation almost directly mirrored stimulation similar to the clitoris. The researchers said that there’s a clear overlap between the 3 genital regions.

Though the cervix might possibly not be as sensitive because of the clitoris, it’s definitely not conducive.

Therefore, why is this myth perpetuated? Dr. claims the difficulty is that most healthcare providers don’t view the cervix because of a sexual penis. Moreover , he said that doctors do not”discuss the sexual health impacts” with their patients.

It’s no wonder many folks feel refused by the health care system. Medical resources for women experiencing complications of a LEEP are infrequent. Yet, a lot of forums on the internet are full of questions from women seeking guidance and also a cure because of their acute depression and bodily pain after the procedure.

She writes about LEEPs, interviews patients, and faces caregivers. “No one understands what it’s like to go through this. It affects the human brain, it affects your creativity, it affects your manner of believing.”

Raising our voices

It’s essential to note that while testimonials are important, the only means to address this dilemma — and also to make physician’s pay attention — is to publish medical papers and case reviews.

Dr. says, “You can write all of the content’s you want, but it won’t alter a physician’s perspective.”

He motivates women to reach him out in order to construct data and studies on the health care injury of women’s sexual health. It’s critical that professionals are made aware of the potential complications.

Trusting a healthcare practitioner to cut to my nipples changed me, too. It disturbs my connections, my job, along with my whole perception of life. Ladies will need to understand all of the facts before they decide if a LEEP will be the right option for their wellbeing because it is apparently inducing long-term complications for women throughout the planet.

She pointed out to me personally,”This isn’t depression. That really is surgical. This really is a major disconnection of this nervous system.”

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