#lightweights

[averywiseanimatedcat]

Coffee drinkers who brag about needing coffee to function are so funny because to an ADHDer that’s so kindergarten.

I require consistent micro doses of meth, heavy bass thumping my eardrums 24/7, and at least 3 working days of completely delusional self talk just to hype myself up so I can make eye contact and do my laundry

[cavenewstimestoday]

UFC 318: Fan-friendly lightweights collide on Max Holloway vs. Dustin Poirier 3 fight card

Two of the UFC’s most exciting lightweights are set to battle it out in The Big Easy. Multiple people with knowledge of the promotion’s plans confirmed to MMA Fighting that a matchup between Daniel Zellhuber and Michael Johnson is set for UFC 318, which takes place July 19 at Smoothie King Center in New Orleans. Initial reports stated the fight was set for UFC 317, but that is not the…

[kuculcan]

Best Lightweight boxers of the 2000s

I try to make a ranking of the most successful professional boxers in Lightweight between 2001 and 2010:

Juan Manuel Marquez

2. Floyd Mayweather

3. Joel Casamayor

4. Juan Diaz

5. Diego Corrales

6. Jose Luìs Castillo

7. Nate Campbell

8. Acelino Freitas

9. Lakva Sim

10. Artur Grigorian

11. Paul Spadafora

12. Humberto Soto

13. Edwin Valero

14. Leonard Doroftei

15. Stevie Johnston

16. Joan Guzman

17. Julio Diaz

18. Juan Lazcano

19. Michael Katsidis

20. Ali Funeka

21. Luìs Acosta

22. Robert Guerrero

23. David Diaz

24. Almazbek Raiymkgulov

25. Raul Horacio Balbi

26. Paulus Moses

27. Jose Armando Santa Cruz

28. Jesus Chavez

29. Antonio De Marco

30. Rolando Reyes

31. Kevin Mitchel

32. Julien Lorcy

33. Levander Johnson

34. Sirimonogkol Sikmanasak

35. Yuri Romanov

36. Javir Jauregui

37. Ebo Elder

38. Jose Angel Cotto

39. Michael Clark

40. Edner Chery

Notable mentionings: Matt Zegan, Rick Quiles, Graham Earl, Aldo Rios, Breidis Prescott, Takanori Hatakeyama, Phillipp N'dou, Fernando Angulo, Denis Holbaek-Petersen

[jujusorelli]

Habanero Salsa This recipe makes a large quantity of fiery hot salsa: whole peeled tomatoes are seasoned with a variety of hot peppers, lime juice, and lots of cilantro. 1 habanero pepper seeded, 1 can diced green chile pepper, 1 tablespoon white sugar, 3 fresh jalapeno peppers, 2 tablespoons garlic minced, 1/2 cup minced fresh cilantro, 2 onions finely chopped, 2 teaspoons salt, 1 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper, 7 cans canned tomatoes, 2 limes juiced

[conswayo]

if they ever made up

[tgotgainz]

Unleash the potential of light weights in bodybuilding! Bust misconceptions and embrace the benefits: muscle growth, mind-muscle connection, and enhanced safety. Optimize your training for success! #Bodybuilding #Fitness #LightWeights #delicatenutrition #blog #muscles #tips #training

[onionninjasstuff]

carrying each other :з

[arkangelo-7]

Okay, but, realistically speaking, Bruce Wayne has got to have a low alcohol tolerance. He’s a lightweight.

Like, think about it—this man rarely drinks. Most of his “drunken” shenanigans are done stone cold sober on account of the Mission, and all. If you get more than two glasses of wine in him he is fucking gone.

Which is part of what makes family dinners at the Manor so entertaining. Assuming that such events are one of the rare times Bruce truly relaxes, it’s not a stretch to think he might indulge in a glass of wine or a bourbon; and this is fine and all… until the Batkids persuade him to have another round with them or, God forbid, do a celebratory shot.

After that? Bruce is wiped.

His kids think it’s hilarious. Drunk Bruce is a trip. He’ll drop insane Dad Lore about his time in the League or a wild JL space mission or something, but then proceed to list in meticulous, clinical detail all the things that annoy him about Hal Jordan, and then all the sudden get super excited and start detailing his latest Superman Contingency Plan using the salt shakers in the dining room table. He switches moods and topics so quickly that his kids would get whiplash if they weren’t laughing their asses off.

And you know the +1, singular, solitary, time that Bruce got drunk in front of Clark will go down in history as the best day of Clark’s life. Bruce spent the entire time baring his soul, praising his children, and describing his world travels… but he also kept getting distracted by Clark’s abs and called him “sexy” no less then fourteen times. (Clark left that bar wheezing with laughter and had to disentangle himself from Bruce and force him into a taxi because Bruce kept trying to make out with him. It was fantastic.)

[doublxpresso]

doomed to stay sober....

[fjordfolk]

new jacket new jacket new jacket

(sad spart sad spart sad spart)

[spicyraeman]

my lae'zel doodle for today

[izsheum]

birfday doodles i suppose

[shouyuus]

hello! first time asking something, hope im doing this right :3 id like to request sae and 8:41 please! cant wait to see what you come up with, your fics are always so so amazing<3 thank you!

writing/warmup game closed!

sae; 8:41pm --

"'m not drunk."

"sae --"

"mm?"

"you're... too close."

"hm. maybe."

you bite back an exasperated sigh, your stomach twisted into uncountable knots as his half-lidded eyes find your face, inches from his own.

"uhm --"

"you've got a nice face."

you blink, startled, "th-thanks...?"

you can't help the way your heart skips, the way your breath catches. and it's not fair, how much sway he has over you, when you're certain that you've got nothing on him by comparison.

"i think about you sometimes," he says, pulling back ever so slightly, bringing the tall glass of something to his lips for another languid sip. you cast about widely for the culprit (what the hell did they put in this drink?!), only to find a grinning oliver shooting you a salacious wink a second before he ducks away, chattering with a few other old members of the u-20 team.

you'd had a strange feeling about this so-called reunion ever since you got the text. why invite you, of all people? you'd just been a volunteer, a faceless helper. except -- judging by the way sae's leaning back towards you --

"y-you... do?" you ask, swallowing around a shocked hiccup. the bar's warm, and suddenly, everything seems painfully, painfully out of focus. everything except for his seaglass eyes and moth-wing lashes.

"sure. calms me down, sometimes. weird, isn't it?" he turns away, leans up against the bar.

"yeah... weird..." you mumble, clutching at your own very fruity cocktail. you clear your throat. "uhm --"

"i'd ask for your number," sae says, his voice strangely casual. your eyes slingshot back to him, your hummingbird heartbeat thrumming up against the back of your throat.

"you... would?"

sae's grin is whiskey-soaked and lopsided.

"cept oliver already texted it to me a few hours ago so..."

your jaw drops, "i'm gonna kill him."

sae's eyes flicker down to your lips and back up again.

"how 'bout you kiss me first? we'll discuss oliver's punishment after."

[marzipanandminutiae]

I love sewing

I love making things

I love having made things

I love seeing where a garment is not, where I want one to be, and being able to say "let's make that happen"

I love inspiring people to say "wait, you can just do that? time permitting, you don't have to be bound by what massive, wasteful corporations tell you to wear or how long they say you're allowed to keep wearing it?" obviously there are other barriers to entry, but I find that so many people regard sewing as this impossible alchemy they couldn't even begin to touch- and the fact that I can make it real and less intimidating for them is huge to me

I wanted to learn to sew for as long as I can remember, with no real idea why. and even though I didn't learn until I was 19 or start in earnest until I was 23, I'm proud of the progress I've made in the last eight years

I bought a mantle that my friend was retiring from her historical wardrobe, and it arrived in the mail today. it's soft and warm and gorgeous to look at, but it's also something my friend made herself. I can wear my friend's skill and talent and careful creation as I move through the world

I can wear things born entirely in my own mind, made three-dimensional and real

god, it's the best feeling

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1963 Ford Galaxie 500 Lightweight