#How to increase height

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How short are you

5'5.

(AND THREE QUARTERS)

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Exercise to increase Height For Girls #heightkaisebadhaye #heightincreas...

[ayurvedic-salah]

Unsure How to Increase Height? Discover the important factors influencing height growth, including genetics, nutrition, and lifestyle. Learn how hormones, exercise, and sleep impact development and explore practical tips for maximizing height potential.

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How To Increase Height After The Age Of 21 For Male & Female at Livlong

Want to know how to increase height after 21? Many people are dissatisfied with their height and worry if they can do something about it. Learn how to increase height naturally by reading this blog.

[lorillee]

forced to be a yakuza crime lord born to be my pookie princess

[xiii-e]

//ooc posting: I NEED to find more fun/silly things to do with my two they are Not meant to be all agony all the time I swear- I just have a penchant for the dramatic and they're a little in the torment nexus o(-< but on god they will Have Fun too

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

on the pwotr pals discord, This prompt was brought up, about drawing your oc staring into a mirror before and after the trauma a la undertale 'its you!/despite everything its still you.'

i dont have the time to draw it, as much as i thought about it for the whole day, but i managed to write out what the visuals in my head, and it ended up fairly prose-y so here! young Celia vs almost thirty Celia<3 most of the latter is under the cut<3

It's you!

A young girl, barely 10, stands in front of a bathroom mirror, her shoulders barely making into the reflection, her body taking up so little of the mirror. On the top of mirror, foam letters spell out 'Mama + Celia + Cecio' in an arch.

The girls shoulder length golden hair is loose and the front tucked behind her ears. Her face is thinner than that of most her age, the first indications that she will inherent her mothers strong jawline already visible, but she still has some baby fat clinging to her face. Her eyes are wide, showing large golden Irises, unnatural white pupils large as she takes in her reflection.

Her face is devoid of scars, and so are the arms she has folded leaning on the sink as she stares at herself, smile on her face.

She's wearing a striped cotton dress, collar and sleeves edged with cheap machine lace, and a strip of fabric inserted in the original shoulder seams to cover her bony shoulders.

On her shoulder rests a large hand, the same skin tone as the girls, covered in scars and callouses, short nails coated in bright nail polishes. The hand is gentle on the girls shoulder, a golden curl falling into frame far above it.

-

Despite everything, it's still you.

The same mirror that the little girl once was so dwarfed by is now filled with a giant person, head tilted down to enter the frame, and while their broad shoulders are slumped they are still cut off by the edge of the mirror.

Golden curls cascade down the person's back, and over their shoulders, all different lengths. No baby fat remains, leaving behind a strong jaw and cheekbones, face littered with large and small scars, all glittering gold under the warm bathroom lights.

Large eyebrows are furrowed over tired eyes, large golden irises partially hidden under droopy eyelids, with pupils reduced to pinpricks of white. Lips painted gold, shimmering too under the light, left resting neutrally, but the downwards tilt of their cupids bow leaves them looking sorrowful all the same.

The figure is clothed in a wrap top, bandage sized red material tight around the muscular body, and the lower parts disappearing under their red trousers. Their bare arms and other exposed patches of skin are also covered in scars, glittering across their large frame, speaking of a lifetime of injuries gained in less than two decades.

Where the foam letters had spelled out the members of their family, none remain, only outlines that have persevered over time, the faint marks that make up the 'Mama + Celia' obscured by the figures head.

there is an empty space that lingers around the edges of the mirror, something absent, even as so much space is taken up.

[everester01]

How often have you spotted someone taller and sighed "If only I too were…" You are not alone. There are so many who are blessed with so much, but the height. There may be many causes for that and even there may be factors that are beyond your control such as genetics. But there are ways that can help you inch up. Height growth supplements and height-increasing formulas are in vogue. Are they really the go-to medicine that makes you taller? How effective are they, let's check.

Where do you get your height from?

Genetics is a major determinant of your height. How tall you will get rests mainly upon your DNA. There may be rare cases when your genes aren't the cause of your short stature. Other than genetic factors nutrition, lifestyle, physical activities, environmental factors, physical trauma, and stress may play vital roles in physical growth.

Normally, a child after the age of 2 grows at a rate of 6 cm per year till she or he reaches adolescence. Most of the growth in height takes place during puberty and stops when the growth plates fuse, limiting further growth of bones. This means you have to focus more on increasing height during your adolescence stage.

Can you grow more?

There are things that you should also continue to do to optimize your ability to grow and maintain your height even after you attain adulthood. Follow these steps to look taller and maximize your growth potential.

Nutrition

The growing stage requires adequate nutrition. After puberty, although they don't give a spurt in your height, but will make and keep you strong and healthy-looking.

Add more fresh veggies, proteins, dairy, fresh fruits, and grains to your diet. Stay away from sugar and saturated fats. Keep checking your calcium levels. If you are wondering which vitamin is needed for height growth; they are vitamin D and K. Vitamin D and K are vital for bone health along with minerals such as zinc and magnesium. They support the body to absorb and utilize nutrients essential for growth. The study results have proved that a deficiency of vitamin D results in stunted growth in young children.

Exercise

Aerobics, flexibility exercises, and power-building exercises such as sit-ups and push-ups keep you healthy and help make your bones and muscles strong. Flexibility and stretching exercises like yogic poses maintain hormone levels, correct your postures, improve your mobility, and reduce the chances of injury in later years of life.

Supplements

Choose height increase medicines wisely. According to your needs, the doctors advise you supplements. They check whether your growth is stunted due to a deficiency of growth hormones or if you are an adult they may check for your calcium and vitamin levels and likewise.

There are natural height growth capsules and powder supplements that can be tried if you are in a growing stage. Unlike synthetic supplements, herbs are natural and often free of major side effects but be cautious if you are allergic to any herbs. For that do check the label for the ingredients in it.

You should consider the following before taking any supplements that claim height growth:

Effectiveness: As it is unlikely that supplements may bring a drastic change in your height if you have crossed puberty, some improvements can be expected if you are still in a growing stage.

Side effects: Synthetic hormonal supplements with human growth hormone or HGH may have side effects such as muscle, joint, and nerve pain. The best supplements for height growth don't have side effects. Mostly herbal supplements are safer as they are natural.

Only facts no fiction: Keep a realistic expectation. Don't expect 2 inches of height growth in a fortnight. Even natural hormones that your body releases take time to give effect. Here, you can't expect synthetic hormonal supplements to work magic.

Sleep

Human growth hormone is released by the pituitary gland in the body during sleep. HGH is responsible for the growth and multiplication of bone and cartilage cells. If you don't get enough sleep then HGH release is disturbed, causing slow growth. Growth here means overall growth, including height.

How can you look taller?

There are some tips that you can follow to look tall, and they are:

Correct posture: Maintain a good posture. Poor posture such as slumping and hunching may affect your height in the long run. Postures like mountain pose, cobra pose, and warrior pose correct your posture.

Clothing selection: Check for the fitting. The right-fit clothes can help you look taller. Check for styles that create an illusion of height.

High Shoes: Specially designed shoes can elevate your height instantly.

The bottom line

Focusing on height growth measures during adolescence is vital. It's a fact that height growth stops by the end of puberty; however, some steps can enhance your growth and development and help maintain your height during adulthood. Height growth medicines are a hope for those looking to add a few inches, but should be taken with taking necessary precautions. Opting for natural products with herbal ingredients is safer as they have minimum side effects. Consult a physician before you start any supplements or medicines. So, keep growing!

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[mifunebooty]

How come mega fucking legend Wuthering Heights has a 3 star something rating on goodreads but this Violeta book i got from the library has a 4 star rating?

[ayurvedic-salah]

Are you looking to increase your height after 21 years of age? Discover practical strategies and natural methods to boost growth, including exercise routines, proper nutrition, and lifestyle changes. Learn about potential medical treatments and their effectiveness.

[jeansdoll]

sylus’ rough hands grip your hips tight, thrusting into you teasingly slow as he has you bent over the fancy bathroom’s countertop, hiking up your delicate black dress just above the mound of your ass.

you bite down on your bottom lip hard, attempting to keep in any sound that threatens to slip through — avoiding suspicions from any buyer who happens to walk past the room.

your face flushes, only hearing his low, heavy breaths and the lewd sound of your wet cunt sucking him in completely, turning you on even more.

you didn't want people to know how well sylus was stretching you out, he’s practically moulding your pussy to the shape of him. but it feels so good. and unlike you, he’s revelling in your efforts to try to stay quiet.

the movement of his hips rolling into yours pick up the pace, and with a smirk plastered across his face, sylus watches your eyes screw shut through the mirror in front of you. god, you look so pretty like this.

your lip leaves its trapped position between your teeth, mouth involuntarily falling open as his cock slides deeper and deeper into your warm pussy, hands hastily trying to grip at something on the cold marble beneath you for stability.

your walls clench around him, his cock kissing that spot within you that had your vision blurring. pleasure increasing with every single thrust.

“hah.. fuck, sy-“

without hesitation, sylus is quick to cover your mouth. although he loved seeing you struggle, no one else deserved to hear your pretty moans.

effortlessly, he lifts you up, pressing your back against his front, maintaining the toe-curling rhythm. you’re forced to watch your vulnerable, fucked out state in the reflection, while catching a glimpse of sylus’ half-lidded red eyes staring right back at you.

“keep the noise down, sweetie.”

he leans down to your height, face next to yours, lips merely a few inches away from your ear as you feel his breath fanning against your skin.

“wouldn't want anyone to hear us now, would you?”

[riddlesrose]

kissin him stupid

w/ the housewardens

in which you were recently gifted a tube of lipstick from grim, you're unsure of where he got it or why he decided it's yours now but it's given you a fantastic idea.

(he probably stole it from vil somehow and wants to place the blame on you..)

note; malleus' is the shortest but the most full of love i swear to goooood but the post itself is quite long

part two!

if riddle could form a proper sentence right now, he might scold you for slacking off, or breaking rule six hundred and seventeen, or he may just ask you to do it again. if colours could speak, his face would scream in comparison to the red accents in the housewarden’s room, uniform and matching hair. 

you attempt to keep a sober expression but he seriously cannot be so flustered by a single kiss? the red lip stain on his cheek is bright against the flush of his cheeks, as he sputters vowels and consonants, attempting to speak, to protest, to ask you what in the queen’s name are you doing.

you invited riddle over to the ramshackle dorm under the guise of needing help with studying, but you had this motive the entire time. riddle could feel your rebel to his help and directions if he ignored the obvious fact you hadn’t even cracked the spine of your book yet (to be fair it was only assigned today, and it was a new book), and the devious smile you attempted to hide until now. 

riddle took a breath, finally feeling sensible enough, “what… was that.” 

“affection, riddle. this isn’t new.” you shot, tone dripping in sarcasm. 

“yes, my rose, i know that. i mean,” he grabs hold of your uniform tie, drawing you closer, “what’s with the lipstick?” your head probably could have exploded, where did this riddle come from and how can he be drawn out more often?

you press a swift kiss to riddle’s other cheek, thanks to the proximity. “i have no explanation,” you press another kiss onto his forehead, “i simply was gifted it,” a kiss to his temple, “this morning.” the grip riddle has on your tie loosens completely as it falls back onto your chest, slightly wrinkled from the force. 

“i just had this ironed!” you frown. 

“i-i’ll get it done again.” riddle stands, brushing invisible dust off his jacket, though nothing could distract from the shade of pink that covers his face. 

“you’ll iron my tie for me? how kind.” you wrap an arm around riddle’s waist, pulling him close. he drops his forehead against your chest with a thud, inaudibly mumbling to himself. 

you wrap your other arm around him as he takes your face between his hands, slightly squishing into your cheeks he drags your face to his height, kissing you feverishly. 

“where did this riddle come from? i like him.” 

“i just felt… bold i suppose.” riddle’s red tinted lips smile against yours.

“do it again!”

leona stirs underneath you. you’re sat, straddling either side of his hips, weight pressed on his defined torso. leona doesn’t know it but you’ve practically trapped him where he sleeps. where he’s asleep currently, that is. in your dorm. 

on your couch.

using your pillows, taking in the setting sun like a true feline, though you would never dare utter the word feline anywhere near him lest you face the wrath of a moody boyfriend. 

you silently laugh to yourself, leaning down and pressing your lips on the prince’s temple.

leona stirs again at that, attempting to roll over – he cracks an eye when you gasp. slowly, coming to his senses, he furrows his brows at your positioning. you weren’t there when he fell asleep, when did you do that, and why are you sitting on him with half of a sinister smile across your lips…

and when did your lips turn red? he brings a hand up to rub his face, trying to shake the sleep out of his fogged mind, but you catch his hand before it makes contant. 

“don’t, it’ll mess up all my hard work,” you say with a half hint of embarrassment. (just a hint; only because you were caught before you could slip away undiscovered.)

leona’s confusion increases, as he detaches your hand from his wrist. he takes his freed hand up to your lips and swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, smudging it further across the line of your lip.

he inspects his red finger, “is this… lipstick?” you purse your lips in an attempt to stifle the laugh that bubbles in your chest. he looks ridiculous; eyes half lidded, nose crunched in focus and red marks painting his face.

your tinted lips curl upwards slightly into a smug grin, “maybe?” if leona knows one thing, it’s smug grins. he matches yours and wipes his thumb on your cheek, smearing the lipstick off his thumb and onto your skin. 

you playfully swat his hand away and lean down to continue painting your masterpiece, placing another kiss on his skin – onto the spot between his eyebrows. leona’s hand find your hip, giving a teasing pinch to the side. 

leona may be a prince used to some pampering, but this is some treatment he could get used to. 

azul has a finger in every pie, as riddle likes to say. you’re very much aware of that as your boyfriend likes to talk your ear off about his investments, new opportunities and the lounge. you’re so very proud of all of his hard work but sometimes he gets off on a tangent that doesn’t stop until you make him. usually with a kiss. it flusters him just enough that he forgets what he was going on about and it works every time. 

this time, however, was a bit different. azul didn’t take notice of the hue change of your lips as you leaned in and shut him up. drawing back, you snicker at his pursed lips and flushed cheeks, and the red lipstick smeared around his lips.

azul peeked in your direction, curious. you usually find it funny when he’s flustered like this but you were laughing a little too much. he noticed the messy red lipstick and furrowed his brows, wiping a finger across his lips. 

you suppressed a smile as you watched him curiously examine his stained finger, “it’s lipstick.” he concludes. 

“well… obviously? i thought that would have been pretty clear,” you grab his hand, wiping the red off of his finger. 

before azul can retort you lean in to kiss him again; anywhere you can get your lips on before he shells himself away, utterly embarrassed. a kiss to his cheek, jaw, forehead, nose, other cheek, forehead again, has him sputtering, almost begging to be released. 

azul places his free hand on your shoulder, trying to push you away while laughing between breaths. when you do back up, leaning back on your hand, he almost looks sad. (as if he wasn’t actively trying to get you off!) 

“so, mister ashengrotto? feeling loved and appreciated yet?” you give him a toothy grin, watching as his face contorts from flustered to even-more-flustered. (if that’s possible.)

“well yes! i dare say i’m feeling very valued and cherished as well.” despite his rosy features, his voice is unwavering, full of conviction. 

his confident, put-together outer layer completely melts away when you’re alone with him, but this has him absolutely on fire, a feeling no number could replace. numbers can’t give affection, you give it tenfold in their stead. 

kalim’s permanent grin widens when you claim you’ve got a gift for him. he expectantly holds out his hands, making you shake your head. 

“it’s more of an eyes closed kind of gift,” you start, kalim instantly squeezes his eyes shut. he puts so much trust in you that you worry jamil has eyes everywhere. everywhere. but you brush the jesting idea away, believing that you wouldn’t even be allowed on scarabia grounds if jamil didn’t trust you with the housewarden. 

you turn to a nearby mirror, passing the tube of red lipstick over your lips. the smooth makeup applies nice and neatly. (doesn’t matter because you know it won’t be neat for long.)

you step back over to where kalim’s sitting on the edge of his bed, standing between his knees. he’s waiting not-so patiently, he looks like he’s almost vibrating, is he really that excited? you suppress a smile as you gently grab onto his jaw, tilting his head to the side as you press your lips to his cheek. his laughter immediately fills the room, making you press more kisses over his face. one to his forehead, one on the nose, another on the other cheek, his temples, and anywhere you can get before he’s laughing too much, pushing you away.

“it tickles,” he heaves a breath, “stop!” a wider smile grows on his face after seeing yours, the red lipstick you applied had smudged around your lips, looking not-so neat. his face isn’t much better, tan skin littered in red kisses.

while you’re mentally retaining the image of kalim covered in red lip marks, you notice him looking more intently at you. you raise a brow, curiously.

“my turn, give it here!” he reaches a hand out, expecting the tube of lipstick?

you look at him bewildered, “what?” 

“my turn!” he repeats. he seems real set on returning the ‘gift’ it seems. kalim’s all smiles as you hand him the black tube. he exposes the stick and passes it over his own lips, tossing it aside and pulling you down to his seated height. he flattens his lips across the expanse of your face, getting at any skin he can just like you did to him. 

when he deems he’s finished, you’re dazed and equally covered in red lipstick stains, smiles wide across your faces. matching stained faces for matching blitheringly infatuated idiots.

vil leans on the back of his vanity chair; his face littered in different coloured lip marks. the reason? he claims he wants to see which ones compliment him the most. 

you know he already knows exactly which shades of each brand line do exactly that. (thanks, rook.) vil doesn’t know that you know he’s already figured this out. 

you wipe the makeup remover-soaked cotton pad across your lips, ridding it of the pink. “what would all of your fans think if they knew you were being covered completely in rainbow kisses?” you wipe the moisture from your lips as vil reaches around you to grab another tube, but you stop him. 

“i’m sure they would lose their minds,” you reach into your pocket, revealing a miscellaneous tube of lipstick, it matches none of the previously discarded lipsticks, nor does it have a brand logo on it. “where did you find this?” vil takes the lipstick in his hand, nimbly examining the exterior. he removes the top to reveal a rich, velvety red colour. his eyes widen just slightly. 

“it’s a secret,” you wink and take the lipstick from him and apply it, smiling as you replace its cap and let it fall from your hand, onto a messy vanity behind you. 

vil wraps an arm around your neck, drawing you closer to his seated level, “well, share your secret with me, if you would be so kind.” you swiftly close the gap between yourself and the housewarden, administering a healthy dose of red onto his lips and the surrounding skin. 

he parts first, his cheeks dawn a hint of pink that’s hidden behind the various stains on his otherwise perfect skin. he truly is the most beautiful person ever. makeup or not, hair tied back or loose, vil is sincerely as pretty as the morning's first light, a flower; freshly bloomed, and a fresh set of nails. 

“you’re staring. not that i mind,” you snap out of your hazy daydream about your gorgeous boyfriend and back into reality. 

“yeah, sorry. you’re just really fucking pretty.” you lean down and tenderly kiss his forehead as he internally squeals like one of his fan-girls. he really hit the jackpot with you as his (second) biggest fan.

idia looks up at you with wide yellow eyes, but they have a sort of gloss over them that makes you believe he would not want you to get up and leave his dorm right now. you grin at his feeble attempt of a silent, inconclusive plea. an ask to what, you’re unsure because his face (minus the eyes) and hands grabbing at you tell you he’s very much enjoying you straddling his hips right now.

you reach into your pocket, revealing your master plan. a tube of lipstick, you swipe it over your lips once, then twice before replacing the cap and tossing it down, letting it hit the plush bedsheet you’re atop. 

the translucent tips of his hair start to turn pink as you lean down towards his face. a trembling hand comes up to your shoulder, not pushing you away but seemingly grounding the housewarden underneath you. “how cute,” you smile against his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another to his left cheek, then the right. one more on his forehead for good measure. maybe one more. okay, one last one couldn’t hurt.

you sit upright and drag a hand down idia’s chest, over the sweater you know is probably two sizes to large for him, (but that’s how he likes them you suppose and it just makes for a more comfortable sweater when you steal ‘em) while admiring the definitely not smudge-proof lipstick marks on idia’s face, giggling as you compare the red smears to his blue features. you wonder if-

the rapid rise and fall of idia’s chest catches your attention, it almost sounds like he’s hyperventilating, but when you look up to his face it’s surrounded by fiery pink hair and a flush across his cheeks, spanning down his neck, you realize he’s fine. probably a little more than fine. 

“well, that’s some false advertising,” you smile, wiping at the edges of your lips lightly with a finger. idia snaps out of his stupor, hastily agreeing with a stuttered breath. his hands find your hips, giving you a small squeeze. you lean down and press a proper kiss to his lips, you lift away just as quick as you bent down, pushing idia back down as he chases you up, hoping for more. a pitiful whine escapes him as his hair burns brighter. 

the red lipstick mixes with his natural blue lips gives him a sort of purple that would put the octavinelle’s house colour to shame. though, he almost looks forlorn. the usual solemn and gloomy housewarden; reduced to a blushing mess after a few kisses. 

hilarious, isn’t it?

malleus’s eyes flutter shut, a pleased sigh escapes his lips. his hands, hidden by your sweater, trace messy patterns on your back as his nails scratch lightly. he’s unsure of how he got himself into this humanoid predicament but he’s not complaining. 

you’re sat in his lap, placing kisses all over his face, leaving red lip marks behind. 

“you look like you’re enjoying this more than i am, malleus.” you bring a hand up to rake it through his bangs, pushing them behind his horns and revealing the shiny scales hidden beneath. 

the housewarden cracks a sharp emerald eye, examining your features. the slope of your nose, the curve of your stained lips, your eyelashes, cheeks. your eyes. oh how he loves your eyes, the way they look up to him with adoration, not fear or indifference like other humans do. 

you cup his cheek, “malleus?” 

he blinks once, twice. the gloss over his eyes breaks, refocusing on you. “i apologize, i was lost in thought.” 

“i could tell,” you trace your finger to the tip of his ear, then drop your hand back into your lap. “what were you thinking of? me?” 

“yes.” 

“woah, okay. blunt!” heat rises to your face. 

a hand leaves your back, trailing around your side and up to tuck a piece of hair away from your eyes. “was i not suppose to tell the truth?” 

“no, malleus, you should have said you were thinking of pancakes.” 

“but i wasn’t? i was thinking of-” you cut him off, placing a kiss on his lips. 

“now, let me resume my art.”

malleus is more than happy to sit as still as the gargoyle statues he studies while you press kisses all over his face. he is, truly is.

this was so self indulgent i ain’t even sorry (is my favouritism showing??)

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[everester01]

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