#and tomorrow's is one I'd definitely benefit from But. it's not something I like and I only picked it because nothing else was available

[bibiana112]

My toxic trait is that if I don't set my sights on something to be done with at least a week notice and unless it's a sudden emergency I'll get to the point when I need to do it with a 90% chance of my inner monologue turning into but I didn't choose this course of action why should I have to do it and I list to myself all the logical reasons and benefits and it still breaks it down further and goes yeah but I don't need it to survive and I don't have anyone there to disappoint or affect and I didn't choose to commit to it myself so no go

[tardis--dreams]

11:45pm, sitting here with my ridiculously large tomato-mozarrella sandwich and crying to bad and crazy. I love life.

[pathologicalreid]

hello!! i've been reading your spencer works for a while and they're definitely one of my favorites from this app :) so I'd like to request something :)

I've always loved the idea of spencer coming back home from a case earlier than expected and surprising reader (gf or wife) at work to pick her up! and reader could be a chemist or a scientist so spencer is interested and involved in her work somehow and they're just talking, being cute and fluffy and just happy to he together again <3 thank you for your time, and no pressure!

pure and applied chemistry | S.R.

who? spencer reid x chemist!reader category: fluff content warnings: fem!reader, chemical burns, lab incidents, yapper!reader, kisses word count: 1.06k a/n: i wasn't even going to post this today but i wrote it and fell in love with spencer and his biochemist gf!!!!! this might be a pairing that i start taking requests for - thank you so much for requesting!

The air was barely starting to chill in the district, making it still unseasonably warm as you tried to take off your jacket without removing your book bag. It would’ve been easy to be embarrassed, but you were the only person around this part of campus – most students had a Reading Day, but your lab was still open, and your graduate student still wanted to work.

You had been the last person in the lab that she approached with her idea, having been turned down by the rest of campus, but you weren’t one to turn down a challenge. In fact, you had been so bored in the lab that you considered applying for another PhD.

Tying the sleeves of your jacket around your waist, you pulled your phone out of the back pocket to check the campus transportation app. As you started typing in your passcode, your eyes caught on a notification from your boyfriend.

Spencer Reid, PhD: Not home until tomorrow.

Sending back a quick emoticon – because an emoji would just show up as a square on his phone – you switched to checking what time the bus was supposed to show up at your stop before a passing car caught your eye, the car slowed to a stop right in front of you. “Oh,” you said, shaking your head, “It’s illegal to idle at a bus stop!” You called out to the driver, “You can’t stop here!”

Startled, you took a step back when the driver opened their car door, gripping your phone tightly as you mentally prepared for a confrontation, but only ended up confused when a familiar mess of brown hair peeked over the roof of the vehicle, “You don’t recognize my car?”

“Of course, I recognize your car! I just didn’t think it could be your car because last you told me you were in Nebraska!” You said, outwardly complaining as he rounded the hood of the car to open the passenger door for you.

Spencer smiled at you over the car door, “I told a fib in order to reap the benefits of surprising my girlfriend at work. Do you think she’ll ever forgive me?”

Rolling your eyes as you sat in your seat, “Oh, I’m sure she could probably find the strength to forgive you.” You were beaming as Spencer took your book bag and placed it in the back seat.

As you buckled your seatbelt, Spencer got back behind the wheel, checking his mirrors before merging into the road, once you reached your first stop light, you noticed Spencer looking over at you, “What did you do to your arm?” He asked, making note of the gauze wrapped around your dominant forearm.

Frowning, you looked down at your arm, having previously forgotten the gauze was even there, “Chemical burn,” you answered indifferently, studying the first aid on your arm. “Not a bad one though, probably won’t even scar,” you added. “Oh, that reminds me, I need a new lab coat,” you blurted, fishing around the center console of Spencer’s car for a pen so you could scrawl a reminder on your uninjured forearm.

“How did you get a chemical burn on your arm?” Spencer asked, returning his eyes to the road when the light turned green. Keeping one hand on the wheel, he reached over and casually placed one hand on your denim-clad thigh.

You were no stranger to a small burn on your finger – you were fairly certain that your fingerprints were no longer a viable way of identification – but you usually got away with a thorough rinse and a unicorn band-aid. “My grad student, Leslie, mislabeled something in the lab. Another person tried to get me to report it, but Leslie cried so hard while she was helping me clean my arm that I didn’t want to get her in any sort of academic misconduct trouble. I mean, who knew that hydrochloric acid caused chemical burns anyway?”

Spencer deftly flicked the turn signal as he moved to get on the highway to his apartment, “Uh, you and I know,” he said, there was a critical tone in his voice, but it was directed toward your flippancy instead of the injury itself.

“It wasn’t super concentrated, so I’m really fine,” you insisted, telling him the same thing you had told Leslie when the incident occurred, “I’ve done worse.”

Smiling, your boyfriend shook his head, “It’s a wonder they still let you in chemistry labs.” He was referring to a burn you had given yourself a few months ago, leading to an embarrassing trip to the hospital where doctors had to debride a nasty burn to your thigh. That particular incident had led to the director of your lab gifting you an enamel pin, designed to look like a hazardous materials symbol.

You looked at him, watching intently as he exited off the highway and made it to his apartment. Not long ago, an impromptu trip to Spencer’s would’ve been an inconvenience, but now you had two drawers of his dresser as your own. He led the way up the stairs and you followed him through the door of apartment twenty-three.

Locking the door before turning all of his attention to you, he cupped your face in both of his hands before kissing both of your cheeks – right over the tender, red lines left by your lab goggles. “Promise me you’ll be more careful in the lab,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around your waist and herding you over to the couch.

As you sat down on the couch, Spencer joined you, grabbing at your hips until you gave in, seating yourself in his lap, one knee on either side of his hips. You intertwined your fingers at the back of his neck, tilting your head to the side, “We’re all done with tests anyway – there will be considerably fewer chemicals involved while I get on my knees and grovel to the federal government for funding to start a clinical trial,” you told him, considering the repercussions of pressing your lips to his.

“What kind of chemicals could you possibly need to apply for federal research grants?” Spencer asked, gently resting his hands on your waist.

Beaming, you waggled your eyebrows at him, “One, three, seven-Trimethylpurine-two, six-dione, baby.”

Realization dawned on his features as he understood, “Ah, caffeine.”

[kasagia]

I just read 'the grudge' and OH MY GOD! I am impressed really. You did such a great job writing it. And the end? It was perfect.

I have a request with a similar dynamic like they were lovers and he cheated and she knows about it (i live for the angst really) then she confronts him and breaks up with him. He isn't very happy about it and wants her back he tries everything but she still refuses to give in to him. So he goes all dark! Coriolanus on her and threatens her with something (her family maybe) and she gives in to him (smutty scene maybe👀). I feel like i talked too much and i am sorry for that. I just want her to be with him against her will ( in public they are the perfect couple and when no one is looking she is miserable and gives him the cold shoulder)

Don't feel obligated to write it if you don't want to. And thank you for feeding us such a great Coriolanus content❤️

Thank you very much! I'm so glad you liked it! 😊🩵🖤🖤🩵 So, tomorrow I'm publishing an oneshot inspired by this request...

And this will be my first time ever writing a true, full-fledged smut scene. 🙈🙈🙈

You will either love it or hate it. 🫣😅 But since tomorrow marks a year since I started writing on Tumblr, I thought why not? There has to be a first time for everything.

BUT... I have an orienting question...

Thank you! 🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵

A fragment from "A powerful man" - which is comming tomorrow..

"If you want her to truly obey you, she must come to you herself. Like a pet. Like a snake. If she sees that your relationship will bring her further benefits, she will come back to you. She's not stupid enough to waste such an opportunity. At least I hope so. You should focus on your campaign."

"I'd like that too. But currently… something else is on my mind." He says, walking over to the tinted window that overlooks the lab. He puts his hands in his pockets and watches you carefully as you work.

"You're wasting your potential. Maybe your children will be wise enough to follow in my footsteps more. One is running for president, and the other is a military chemist. Such a waste."

"Don't worry. One of our children will definitely continue your legacy, you have my word." He assures her, while observing you.

You lean over the table, strands of your hair falling into your eyes behind your safety glasses, as you test another biological weapon on rats. You look hot in that scientist outfit. He grunts, feeling his pants getting a little too tight. He regrets that he never took the opportunity to visit you here...

"It better be that way. And for God's sake, don't stare at her like a love-struck puppy like you did with your tribute from 12. Patience. Or you will have to train her to make her obedient."

"You know I like a challenge, Dr. Gaul." He replies with a sly, cocky smirk and turns his head towards Doctor Gaul once he has calmed down a bit and composed himself.

"Go away now. Your last Hunger Games must be amazing and unforgettable, or I'll tell her what you have planned for her." He laughs at this, shaking his head.

"I appreciate your attempts to intimidate me, but you know I'll be happy with any outcome. Whether it's keeping her on a leash or reshaping her to meet my needs as my future First Lady."

"But we both know which one you would prefer more." They share a sinister smirk. Coriolanus owed her a lot. He's learned many things under her tutelage... things that he uses to make sure you know that your place is always with him.

"As I said, I love a challenge. I will be expecting you as an honoured guest at this year's Hunger Games and my wedding. Of course, right next to my fiancée."

"Don't scare her away, Mr. Snow." She reminds him when he receives a package from her with the latest biological weapon. He will test it at this year's tributes. He smiles, thinking that it must have come from your talented fingers.

"Snow lands on top, Dr. Gaul." He assures her and says goodbye, leaving through a secret passage.

He still had a lot of things to do.

[pomrania]

Time to actually start thinking about the Bestiaryposting creature of the week, if I want to get its design done today and the picture done tomorrow (because it was NOT fun, having to rush last week). This is the "narngreg".

Things actually mentioned about its physical description... it's beautiful, multi-coloured, "dabbed all over with very small circular spots [...] black and white colouring with eye-shaped circles of yellow", the young have sharp claws, gives birth to live young.

Things that are implied by what we're given.... Likely a mammal because of the whole "live birth" thing, but it could always be Something Weird (like a gryphon, which... honestly I'm not positive this isn't, like I don't THINK it's a gryphon but I can't be sure). It sleeps for a few days after eating until full. It's gentle and only has the dragon as its enemy... wait is this an elephant, because I remember reading that elephants were traditionally considered enemies of dragons in stuff like this; probably not, but I might use some elephant elements in this (claws and tusks are similar enough in concept, even though they'd be familiar with tusks from non-elephant animals because boars). Its breath smells sweet, and it's followed by other animals because of that, so it either naturally produces alcohol or it's a Disney princess. There's three offspring per birth, and only one successful pregnancy per animal.

...I'm kind of curious about how some bits are "Pliny says", "Physiologus says", and other bits are just plain reported as fact. @maniculum, if you've already information somewhere on this (that isn't a spoiler), could you please link it to me; otherwise, if you feel like rambling about what things were just described and what things had an appeal to a source, and why, I'd be interested in reading it. (No rush; I'll likely forget about this approximately ten seconds after posting, so I won't notice a difference between "near-immediate response" and "response half a year later".)

Most of the other features can be played around with -- even "sharp claws" is only specified for the YOUNG, it could be one of those things that falls off or gets blunted with maturity -- but the description is very specific about the colour and patterning. There's prolly a couple different ways to interpret it, but I've enough of a cognitive load with "designing an entire-ass creature based solely on vibes", so I'll go with what to me is the most straight-forward interpretation: the narngreg's base colours are white and black, in some combination, then there's yellow over it, like someone took paint to a zebra.

Now, what could the black and white stuff be like.... I mentioned "zebra", but I'm ruling that out for the very good reason of "I don't want to have to draw all those stripes". Dalmatian-type spots wouldn't fit the phrasing; something like pinto would, though, where it's large splotches. Looked up "tapir" because I half-remembered something, and that's definitely some black and white colouring; very distinct, white starting just behind the shoulders, continuing towards the rump, then stopping above the hindlegs (I can't tell if the tail is included in that area or not, and I don't care enough to keep searching further). "Orca" is another option, which has the added benefit of a light underside which is a feature I just keep coming back to because it is pretty.

"Eye-shaped circles of yellow"... I don't want to draw something that would LITERALLY look like an eye, because that would freak me out, which is undesirable for any piece I intend to spend time working on. Could be something like, I think the marking's called a "rosette", on a cheetah or leopard (can't remember which one it is). Could be almond-shaped; or, upon rereading the description, it might be something where the yellow bits are small enough I don't have to give them any detail.

So that's my rambling for the moment; ended up getting a few things figured out, and some other things where at least I've written down the possibilities so I won't have to go about it from scratch. Next update will be once I've gotten enough worked out in my mind that I can at least draw some options.

[noroi1000]

i loved the recent oneshot ! the way you did the outro at the first as an intro was quite nice and the oneshot was very nice overall ! reader's character is something I liked she's a badass powerful woman who's a good mother,it's so nice to see. This is more of a request which isn't that you're obliged to do it ( since mainly I wanted to tell u abt my ratings of this fic which is btw 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 ) but i'd like to know about reader's life and basically reader n satoru when their marriage was arranged till they got married and maybe married life before kids 🤭.

Have a good day 🌟

I don't love him but I want to be with him 2

"I said fuck off..." you growled at your father who was standing in front of you.

"You can't just do that. (y/n), it will be perfect for our family if you marry someone from Gojo!" he shouted as he took a step towards you.

"You're supposed to be fucking normal... not mafia ties. Not that I care..."

"We'll be richer and safer if you do! In return, they only want half of our company."

You didn't want to agree. Why would you marry someone you don't know just for money?

Your family has run a company for generations that deals with finance, and foreign sales and purchases. It's been good for so many years, and now your father wants to shine in front of the mafia...

Well, for Him, terms about money are good. He would like to be the richest. And when some mafia tells him that for their influence in the company they offer higher wages and security, he can't just say no.

You knew what this would mean for the company.

Some of the goods that the company will buy are something like weapons or drugs. Or other even more expensive things. Every other mafia buys different things.

You don't want to get mixed up in some stuff that's illegal.

There's still a chance you'll end up in prison for life.

You don't want to spend the rest of your life in prison. Especially since you're 21, and you can't see sitting there forty...

You don't want to marry some old mob boss just so your father gets the benefit.

"Too late for you, (y/n). I have decided that you will marry the head of the Gojo family. Tomorrow they will come to sign the contract and then you will be legally married."

You hated your father...

You wanted him to regret it so badly.

Sitting in a dress on an armchair, you just looked at the tall white-haired man in front of you.

Plus for you, he wasn't old though.

And you didn't know that someone around your age would be the boss of such a powerful mafia.

One thing you know for sure...

You will never consider him your real husband.

You'd rather fall in love with someone else and cheat on them than spend your whole life with someone you don't love.

You won't love him, you won't like this new life.

But what is it?

Why was he so nice even in the first days of your marriage?

Why did he act like... As if he cared about something.

Your husband's name is Satoru...

You found out about it at the wedding when his full name was said.

You've never met him before. You've never even seen a man like him before.

He is just... He looks different than you might expect.

He is very different from the others.

And also his "family" is different.

His family is his friends, and people who respect him.

You've never seen anyone like him.

The people who were with him were completely different from him. But they all had one thing in common. They belong to his mafia.

Well, he... He was definitely different.

He didn't blow it off like you thought he would.

You even found out that your marriage was arranged by elders who used to be someone important in the Gojo family mafia.

Without his knowledge.

He too had no choice. He agreed for the sake of his "family".

Affiliation with a large company like your father's is safer than constantly playing with risks.

In this way, they can do their job without risking their lives so much.

You both had no choice.

That's why you were in this time.

He who gives his last name to a woman he doesn't even know is forced to associate with her as her husband.

You who are forced to take the Gojo name and live with a man you've never met and know you want to be with him.

You don't want to have more with him than you have. You just have to have papers that you are married. Nothing more.

No one is forcing you to be in a closer relationship.

You can have your own lives. May you only be married for the sake of your families.

And if you had to choose which side you'd be on, it'd be the Gojo family.

Their family is quite different from yours. Even though they work together, they treat each other as friends. Like a real family that is close to each other.

They protect each other and lead a happy life.

Unlike your family where everyone only cares about their own ass.

Especially your younger brother who is constantly planning with your father how he is going to take over the entire company.

When they finally got rid of you and married you to a mafia man, they were happy.

They earned even more than they could earn.

You didn't expect it, but you were welcomed into the Gojo family with open arms. They accepted you very quickly. Most of them were your friends. Your husband too. He was only one year older than you.

And there were several connections between you. You both hated your parents, your elders, and the other people who rule you. You both didn't like the fact that you were forced to be married.

Besides, you liked the way he acted. He was funny and sometimes cute.

Completely different from what you'd expect from the boss of such a powerful mafia.

Something happened that you promised yourself would never happen.

You started to like him...

You enjoyed living with him.

You couldn't fall in love with him.

But you sure felt better with him around.

He was like your very close friend. Or like a lover.

It started small, but you started living together, and it just got better.

Getting better and better. Like it was never meant to be.

Well he left the life he had.

He spent most of his time at home.

You weren't in love, but you got along well.

Your life was coming. Until finally you had sex without any restrictions.

You felt like he was your sex lover. But at least you didn't betray him once.

You think it would be stupid to have a marriage where you're supposed to be together but you both cheat on each other.

So you thought that since he can fill all your needs, there's no point in looking for someone else.

All needs except love.

However, he started kissing and hugging you. He spoke sweet words to you. Even if he knew you didn't love him. Was he starting to fall in love with you?

You couldn't believe what you heard from Shoko and Utahime... A man who has been a playboy since he was old enough, but he isn't anymore.

Ever since he was 16, he's had different girlfriends all the time. Ever since he was an adult, he'd flipped women between those he'd already fucked and those he hadn't yet. Mafia playboy.

That's why when you saw him when he was at home all the time, you were surprised that he didn't go out with any woman to have fun.

Even worse, when you accidentally caught him masturbating, it was even more surprising.

He was always using someone else for his pleasure whenever he felt like it. And now he was the one trying to do something with himself. You could help him this time...

"I don't want to be that kind of man anymore, no matter where he goes, goes on a date and then wakes up alone in bed the next day anyway." he told you one day. "Is it possible that I'm starting to fall in love with my wife?"

Maybe he was starting to love you, you like him.

You have to admit that living with all of them is nice for you.

You are so happy. From your comfortable and pleasant life.

You want to stay with him. You want to stay where you are. You want to remain his wife. You want to live as you do now. Happily.

Maybe you can start a family with him? To make sure your happiness in the Gojo family lasts longer.

Maybe you can give him a baby to at least ensure you don't lose that happiness?

You always regretted and hated that you had to get married.

And now...

You feel happy after the year you've been with him.

[doberbutts]

Tomorrow I talk to my doctor about top surgery and starting the process for scheduling, as well as my regular T checkin, and it's Pride so here's a list of things 8 months in:

Recently I have been Noticing The Fuzz quite a lot- my arms my legs my stomach my ass. Nothing on my chest and patchy on my face still. Can't grow hair on my cheeks but sure can between em 🙄 every once in a while I feel a tickle and look down and oh. That's MY hair.

Last actual cycle was in March, and even that was a piddley sad spotting that didn't even need a pad. Ideal really.

I have. Gained a lot of weight 😅 I'm more okay with it than I was but I do grumble still about the fat padding around my hips. I think it makes me look solid and blocky and I'm loving it.

I've also gained a lot of muscle. Without going to the gym, just doing my everyday stuff, I've gained a lot of arms and shoulders and back muscle on top of the belly fat. Lifting heavy things is way easier. And my joints and bones don't ache as much anymore.

My first fainting episode since I started T happened a couple weeks ago while I was positioning a dog on the xray table- he's long and low and uncooperative and I was bent double trying to wrangle him while the doctor was doing her thing when suddenly my body went 🤷‍♂️ floor time 🤷‍♂️ and I only stayed upright because I was able to sag into a chair while keeping my position. One in 8 months is a new record for me, but a good reminder that "better" isn't "cured". But also good to know that I have to ignore pretty much every rule my body has enforced the ladt three decades before it decides to punish me for my hubris.

Surprisingly this month the constant horniness sort of wore off. Whereas before it was "if I don't orgasm at minimum twice per day I Will Die", now it's "huh, that'd be nice right now". The constant hunger is starting to abate too, it's "food is delicious and hits pleasure centers in my brain" instead of "I AM STARVING FEED ME PLEASE".

Oh god The Stankening. It's hot now and I take Phoebe for a daily walk and by the time I get home 😱😱😱 it's bad. I sweat a lot more than I used to so I've got it under control for my mostly sedate job but definitely not when adding exercise.

I was afraid I'd lose my heat tolerance because initially I was getting a lot of hot flashes but if anything I'm still fine in the heat AND I'm more hardy in the cold. Take that, metabolism.

Historically I've always fit a men's medium and I might actually be toeing the line to a large now. Not because of my stomach but because of my arms and shoulders. My scrubs are pretty restrictive across the shoulderblades. At 30 I didn't really expect my shoulders to widen but they sure did. My arms, too, are beginning to chafe at the sleeves, too bulky for the tighter sleeve cuff I'm used to wearing. I don't really want to re-buy my wardrobe *again* but I may have to.

Stamina continues to be noticably higher than it used to be. I can be outside gardening and weeding and tending my lawn all day and nothing will happen except that I will be incredibly stinky and my back somewhat sore.

Still about 80/20 passing vs not. Significant improvement if that person has never met me prior to this point in my transition. Still called "lady" and "she" and "woman" to my face at the front desk by returning clients or folks on the phone. It's not deliberate but it is annoying.

My cholesterol is fine but my blood pressure did raise from its usual- benefit is that it makes me feel better than ever but drawback is that it's something to keep an eye on with my history of heart problems.

Voice still cracks and bounces around everywhere but I do like my singing voice now when I can get it to cooperate.

Way more in control of my emotions.

Also way more attention on various dating apps. Where were all these guys in my dms before??? Not a day goes by that I don't have several new "hey cutie"s sliding up into my dms. Hello??? Sir??? I know I'm hot now but god damn.

[pukanavis]

Toi Shiramitsu SSR Card Story 「Electrifying Fan Time」 Part 2

Location: HAMA House・Pig Room

Toi: You…are the one they call Momiji.

Momiji: (That expression…Toi-kun’s alter ego must have come out again. Oshisha-sama, was it?)

Toi: How much shame must you lack to show off such an embarrassing creation. How immature, kuku…

Could it be that you did this on purpose? Are you begging for my wisdom in such a disgraceful manner?

Momiji: Um…is there something wrong with my fan? Please tell me if there is.

Toi: 3 millimetres.

Momiji: 3 millimetres?

Toi: How haven’t you realised that it’s slanted? If you’re unable to use either of your eyes, why don’t you forfeit them to me instead?

Momiji: (Oh…! The “You’ve got this, Yukikaze” text is definitely a little lopsided.)

I-I’ll reattach it right away.

Toi: Hmph…

Momiji: Is there anything else that jumps out to you? I’ll fix it too, while I’m at it…

Toi: Is this your attempt to beg for even more from me?

Momiji: I’m not begging per say…rather, I enjoy talking to you while we craft so I thought it’d be nice if I could get your opinions.

Toi: Such greed…granted, modesty has no virtue.

Just how many humans have been torn apart by suppressing their hearts and heeding their surroundings?

Momiji: Are you saying…it could use more decorations? In that case, I’ll add some of these little stickers.

Do you think “My oshi is #1” or “You’re the best!” is better?

Toi: Which one will you choose? There’s no hope for fools that wallow in the flattery of others.

Momiji: O-Oh, right, then…I’ll go with “You’re the best!” and “Charge towards tomorrow”.

…All I did was change around the decorations a little and now it looks totally different from before.

(I know I’m saying this about something I made myself but it looks kind of immaculate…!?)

Thanks for the pointers, Toi-kun! I’m sure Yuki-nii will get a power boost when he sees this.!

Toi: …Heh.

Mimoji: (There shouldn’t be anything different about his smile but…this air of intimidation…for some reason, I’m overwhelmed with the feeling that I’m looking at something I shouldn’t be.)

(Weird. It’s just Toi-kun.) 

Toi: The way humans are so rabid in their enthusiasm is exceedingly idiotic. 

What a foolish act it is to devote one’s life and time to another being. The emotional to and fro of coquetry carries the same benefits as love.

Such an excessive degree of adoration is woefully witless.

You too feel love, do you not? For that pilgrimage you call ‘travelling’.

Momiji: …I don’t know if I'd compare it to something as grand as a pilgrimage.

But yes, I like travelling. It lets me meet all kinds of people and explore new worlds—that’s why I like it.

Toi: Like? Ha…hahahaha! How childish! 

Yet I’d expect nothing less.

Continue to amuse me to the best of your abilities, Human. I’ll be watching every step of your journey—

Momiji: …Toi-kun?

Toi: Ah…

S-Sorry, Chief-san! I must’ve nodded off…!

Even after I said I was going to cheer you on too…I’m sorry.

Momiji: It’s okay, don’t worry about it. I assumed you were tired from staying up all night.

Toi: Wow…your fan came out great! Yukikaze-san is going to love it.

Momiji: (Oshisha-sama—that other Toi-kun is the one that helped me make it look like this…)

Thanks to you, I’ll be able to show off my support. Thank you, Toi-kun.

Toi: It’s my pleasure.

You might feel a little embarrassed at first but fans are a sign of love for your oshi…so let’s wave them with pride!

O-Or whatever.

Anyway, let’s do our best showing our support!

Location: HAMA House ・Second Floor Hallway

Momiji: (...Yuki-nii did amazingly.)

(I showed him my fan while I was bringing him water and he ended up pulling off some shockingly high jumps.)

(It looks like he’s going to see this season off with great results. I better thank Toi-kun again…)

Oh—

Toi: Chii-sama…your kindness gives me life…

Ryui: He even signed your fan. Isn’t that nice, Toi?

Momiji: (Toi-kun…he’s collapsed again. He’s with Ryui-kun today, so I’ll leave them be.)

…A sign of love for your oshi, huh?

Fufu, showing your support has the power to move people’s hearts, doesn’t it?

Part 1 | Part 2

[todayimgonnaplay]

Today I'm Gonna Play: Persona 3 Reload

Phew, this took a pretty long time to complete! This was one of the many awaited games of this year that I've wanted to play, and I've finally completed it today! This isn't my first time playing P3, but since I only have experience with Portable, that's the only version I can compare it to when I talk about P3R.

I'm probably in the minority that liked Tartarus in the original versions. The randomly generated dungeons and amount of them didn't bother me at all. Each floor felt it had a short and even length to explore, and the shuffle cards encouraged me to fight every single enemy (or Shadow) that appeared. Reload definitely improves on a couple aspects in that the floors look more appealing in terms of design, and are also varied per set/block that you traverse through. In addition to that, there's even additional dungeons for more challenge or encounters that spice up climbing through these floors. Despite that, I kind of felt myself getting pretty bored about 20-30 hours in the game grinding through them. I'm not sure if it's because I've been playing Persona games the past 6+ months that I'm starting to hit a fatigue, or if there's something I don't like about this revamped design. In the end, I had to switch to playing Peaceful to just get through the game. One thing I do miss and wish were in more RPGs that do dungeon formats was being able to split your party to search the floors. This made clearing them much more faster, and also helped with leveling up too. Although I think leveling in Reload is a lot more lenient, and there's a new scouting feature instead where you send 1 party member to move up a floor in advance, which is probably why they removed splitting. But this occurs randomly rather than something you can do by choice, and is mostly for item collection.

In terms of non-combat or the social aspect, I definitely liked seeing familiar and new faces, yet also didn't like them at the same time. Seeing them fully voiced in a 3D environment compared to P3P is like night and day and makes it much more immersive! Being able to see their stories as these characters struggle and change really pays off well when you finish the game. Compared to Persona 4 where I loved how tight-knit the main cast was, I couldn't really get into the social links individually (but I loved the detail of many of them being acquainted with one another). With Reload's theme of Death, it beautifully illustrates how death can be both literal and metaphorical, and how people can overcome or accept it, while looking forward to a better tomorrow. That being said, some social links definitely felt infuriating to go through, which made it hard to sympathize with those characters. 4 on the other hand at least made them bearable at most (except two that I really disliked). One really neat aspect that Reload added were link episodes with male characters and even antagonists to flesh them out more, as well as activities with the main cast. Not only were they enjoyable and added more characterization, they still provide gameplay benefits just as much as the regular social links do, so they didn't feel like a waste of time.

This is probably a nitpick but one thing I'd REALLY like to see improved upon in future titles (or maybe I'll change my mind with 5 Royal) is to allow for more time to socialize. For a game about time management, they're really brutal with how often can you hang out considering the amount of holidays, exams, and even time skips that block your progress. It makes this one unique aspect of this series so stressful to go through if you want to max all social links, unless you use a guide and follow it strictly. Fortunately, multiple playthroughs do solve this apparently as these stats can carry over. But personally, to think about going through a second playthrough when I've technically played this entry 2 and a half times, it can get really exhausting.

Apart from gameplay, the best highlight for me is the UI. Portable's UI is one of my favourite (if not my most) in all video games. I love how minimalistic yet stylish it is. Reload completely revamps it by using a water motif as a reference to the sea of souls, while also propping the protagonist. It never gets tiring to look at!

A mixed opinion I have is about the music. The new music is always great, which I think only P3 has been able to pull off compared to the others regardless of version(for e.g. I'm not a fan of Shadow World and whatever 5 Royal's opening and battle theme are). But the old singer is definitely someone that is hard to replace. Although she performs amazingly in the new songs, and I have come to accept some of the remixes; She carries a sense of monotony compared to a relaxed yet somewhat carefree style that the old singer had. Maybe monotony fits with how the protagonist is, but this is just preference.

Overall, I think this remake was made with a lot of hard work and passion, trying to bring fresh ideas yet being faithful to the original version of 3. Although I felt tired of playing it at some point and started rushing, I'm still glad I had the opportunity to go through this journey one more time. I think it's going to take a lot longer now to check out Persona 5 Royal, but I will be looking forward to Episode Aigis this year!

[autisticempathydaemon]

hey hey! idk if this is where I submit for the match up! but I would love to see who you think I'd fit in with! I'm a creative soul who tends to try to develop deep friendships with people above everything. I have a bit of a savior complex as well lol I work hard and play harder, trying to find new adventures to go on with those i care about. I tend to support others before supporting myself, and while im happy to let others open up to me its hard for me to open up in return. the best way i can feel close to someone is deep conversations and being creative with them!

My current fav song has been Maybe IDK by John Bellion, specifically the lyric "i guess if i knew tomorrow i guess i wouldnt need faith"  just the idea of living today to the best you can just because you don't know what will happen tomorrow. the worries of the future should keep you down today

My current fav Redacted audio has to be the Helping your Werewolf bf shift again. Specifically the acting is just so good to me. Erik did an amazing job of portraying Milo's anguish and pain at not being able to shift. Plus the relieved sobs at the end is so satisfying and emotional. 

The one boy i cant get the hype around is Ivan. like sure the yandere thing is somewhat attractive to some, but i just don't like the idea of an actual psychopath being obsessed with me.

my favorite movie is definitely the Secret Life of Walter Mitty by Ben Stiller. its less of a quotable movie and more of i remember every scene very distinctly. its a movie that envelops my own escapism. its beautifully shot, wonderfully acted, and a wholesome story on a rainy day.

my platonic redacted crush has to be Damien. he seems like a blast to interact with and tease. he's a hard worker and is tied close to his goals which i can admire. i would love to body double with him if i had some tasks to get done

space is also 100% my ramble subject when im sleepy, that and greek mythology

My guilty pleasure media is currently the animated shows Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Lego Monkie Kid. despite being kids shows, both of these are beautifully animated and shockingly well written!

I hope that gives you an idea of me! I look forward to who you think i match with!

Hmm, lots of good tidbits of information to consider. You strike me as really thoughtful, really caring, and I think Lasko could really benefit from a partner like that.

A savior complex, from what I understand, is just wanting to help people and make their lives better, and Lasko’s a guidance counselor, so y’all would have that in common. What’s good about pairing two people like that is y’all could keep each other in line, so to speak. Something that’s important when you’re always looking out for other people is to make sure someone is always looking out for you and vice versa. You and Lasko together would always make sure you’re taking care of others, each other, and yourselves.

Another reason I like the two of you together is that you like being creative with one another as a bonding activity. You know what’s the ultimate way to be creative together? Tabletop role playing games! If you don’t already play, Lasko would be so excited to help you with a character sheet, to help you craft a backstory, paint some mini figurines, go out and buy the perfect game dice and notebooks- the greatest combination of nerdy and cute in a couple.

Song:

There now, steady love, so few come and don't go/ Will you won't you, be the one I always know?/ When I'm losing my control, the city spins around/ You're the only one who knows, you slow it down

One, the whole vibe of “you slow me down, I’ll look after you, we’re here for each other” vibes are exactly what I’m picturing for y’all. Also, Lasko and I are around the same age, and I heard this song a lot growing up. I have some weird, like, emotional resonance with it from childhood, and I think Lasko does too. Like, it makes him nostalgic and longing; maybe he always wanted someone to look after and to look after him, and now he’s finally found that in you.

Runner-Ups:

A very reasonable runner-up for you would be Camelopardalis because he would do a great job making sure you balance work and your personal life and that you don’t put others before yourself too much. A more fun runner-up would be Guy because I love sticking that beautiful Creative Writing major with other beautiful, creative people!

note: thank you for waiting, dear, and I hope you like your match-up! 💕

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[t4tdanvis]

danvis 😁😁😁😁 💚💙

just something i wrote while really tired. u guys get to see my writing for the first time wow yippee yahoo

um. this is pure fluff. just dante and travis looking at the stars together (travis looks at the stars while dante looks at travis)

The cool, autumn breeze ruffled Dante's hair as he laid back in the grass, his hands clasped over his chest. Travis was lying next to him, pointing out various constellations and talking about them. Dante stared up at the sky, trying to pay attention to what his friend was saying, but he kept finding himself getting lost in thought, his gaze drifting back to Travis.

As he once again focused back on the night sky, he hoped Travis didn't notice how distracted he was. Not only would Travis probably be weirded out if he ever found out one of Dante's favorite things to do was just stare at him for hours, Dante didn't want him to think that Travis was boring. He wasn't boring, his face was just... Distracting.

And there he was, staring at Travis again. It wasn't his fault Travis was so damn pretty. Even in the dim moonlight, Dante could make out every detail, his eyes tracing over everything he'd already committed to memory. Travis looked even prettier when he was smiling, his cute grin exposing his sharp teeth, and his bright green eyes wide and shining. From his fluffy, snow-white hair that nearly hid the small horns on his head, to the small, almost invisible scar on his jaw that Dante was sure no one else noticed but him, Travis was perfect.

If someone was tasked with creating the most beautiful guy in the world, Dante was sure they'd come up with someone that looked exactly like Travis.

Dante turned his head back towards the sky, tuning back into Travis's rant. He was going on about zodiac constellations or something like that. Dante closed his eyes, smiling as Travis's words blurred together into the soft hum of his voice. Dante could picture Travis in his mind perfectly - one of the amazing benefits of staring at him for an ungodly amount of time.

He felt something shake his shoulder. As he blinked open his eyes, he realized Travis was saying his name.

"Huh?" he said, sitting up on his elbows to stare up at Travis, who was now sitting up and much closer to him.

"Did you fall asleep?" Travis asked, frowning at him. Travis's tail was distracrtingly flicking back and forth behind him.

"Maybe." Dante sat up fully, rubbing his eyes. "You weren't boring or anything, I love listening to you, I- I'm just tired. Sorry." Travis's shoulders seemed to relax a little.

"Oh. I guess that makes sense." He pulled his phone out of his pocket. "It is five am." Dante nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Huh?" He glanced behind himself. The moon was almost touching the horizon. "Oh my Irene, it's late."

"I'd say it's early, since it's morning," Travis joked as Dante pushed himself to his feet. Dante glanced down at himself, brushing grass off his jacket and pants.

"Whatever it is, let's head home," Dante said, reaching out his hand to help Travis up. Dante covered his mouth as he yawned, heat rushing to his face as Travis smiled and giggled a bit. "Fuck, Gene's gonna kill me. We have school tomorrow. Or, today, I guess."

"You could always pretend to be sick."

"You could, maybe. Gene knows me too well to believe that."

The two of them walked back to Dante's car, Travis agreeing to drive. As Dante sat in the passenger's seat, he glanced out the window. The sun hadn't come up over the horizon yet, but the sky was already starting to change color. He definitely understood why Travis was so obsessed with space and the sky - it really was beautiful.

His eyelids heavy, he leaned against Travis's shoulder and shut his eyes. As beautiful as the sky was, he was confident that nothing could beat Travis.

[justaredheadf1fan]

Spa goes on and on and I can't keep up this week 😅

So, this week has been interesting, since between work and plans coming along the way, I haven't been able to watch anything on time in the end 😂

I'm gonna be posting this after I watch the race and everything else, because yesterday I was only able to watch FP2, and today I'll be watching FP3, Quali and the race after work. I'll be starting with what I wrote yesterday about FP2, which wasn't really much, and I'll continue with what I'll be writing through today about the rest.

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So I'm currently watching FP2 and the one thing that caught my eye was the near miss from Lewis in Eau Rouge, because I almost lost it. Jesus Christ, thankfully our baby boy (I know he's 37. Just... Okay?) knows exactly what he's doing and with a little luck could save it on time. Otherwise, my washing machine was way more interesting so far. If I'd tried to watch this last night it would've put me to sleep, then I did good going to sleep before even trying 😂

I'm going out later and I know for a fact I'll be back too late to keep writing or watching anything at all, so see ya tomorrow.

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It's not like a lot more happened in FP3 whatsoever. Pretty boring, pretty standard. I'm actually looking for flights in the mean time ngl.

Verstappen saying there were no yellow flags to slow down for and still getting called out for not slowing down. The "funny" remark from his engineer was way too obvious. Where the fuck do these people leave their neurons?

Now Sharl going up against the wall through the gravel causing a Red Flag... My heart can't take this anymore 🥲 thank goodness he could take it outta there... but that's about it. Absolutely nothing going on.

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Now onto Quali, it still amazes me how the commentators keep diminishing Mercedes and both Lewis and George. Yes, they might be struggling, not doing as good as expected and everything, but they're still Mercedes and they're definitely still Lewis and George.

Not much going on really, Seb missed Q2, a shame, I wish he had the chance to go through every single time and make some points during races before retiring, he deserves at least a nice going away ending.

Nothing going on either during Q2, Mick and Daniel dropped as well, and I still don't get how's it possible that Albon went through to Q3, meh.

Onto Q3 now before going to work and not so exciting for now, honestly I hope the race gives us something, because otherwise this will be the most boring comeback. And I counted on Spa giving us a little something something, you know?

There's just been a moment where Carlos got in the middle of the tow Ocon was trying to give Alonso? With Lewis right behind them too? And now Charles giving Carlos a tow and as usual Carlos not doing his teammate's work justice losing the chance. And he obviously got pole anyway due to all the penalties.

So now after all the penalties are applied, Charles starts from P16, Inbred Frog from P15, Norris from P18, Estie Bestie from P17, Mick from P20... and that benefits my Merc boys who are now starting Lewis from P4 and George from P5, Daniel from P7 and Seb from P10. It's gonna be an interesting one at least at the very start. Let's see what it brings us, which I'll see way later and I'll know before I even start the streaming.

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It's time for the race and I have no words. I truly don't. The start was amazing in general, but whoa. I'm actually not paying attention anymore and it's been just 7 laps.

Look, I might take that Lewis made a mistake closing that gap with Alonso when he was on the outside, but nothing else. His left rear tyre passed over Alonso's front right tyre and over the side, not over him like Verstappen's did at Monza last year, let's not mistake shit. Plus, he admitted he did it wrong and apologized and blamed himself enough times to break any fans heart. How many drivers do that? Alonso doesn't so many people need to just fuck off already.

The one good thing I've seen at the restart besides how sexy the Safety Car really is, is George not letting Alonso pass him. My dear boy.

Apart from this bittersweet moment, I haven't really paid attention to any of it. The summary would be: RedBull have an illegal car and that's why they're that, as Marina says 😂, Ferrari making clown decisions as they usually do and Estie Bestie's amazeballs overtake on Pierre and Seb at the same time, which was fantastic.

I'm really not looking forward to next weekend in Zandvoort, bet my ass you all know why. First because it's a boring ass circuit and second because it's the house of a certain douche. Plus, not gonna be able to watch anything until the following day each day since I'm working until midnight every single day that weekend. Lucky me 🤪

Anyway, it's time for bed and forget about this day now. Peace out!

[theold-ultraviolence]

oh bestie, don't worry!

everybody has its own thing and also I just wanted to say that if yoga was helpful, may I suggest also stretching exercises in general for the body? they helped me a whole lot when my anxiety got very physical to the point that it was mostly panic! also I relate to listening music at ungodly volumes (and like it just isn't fait that you just can't ugh, without consequences) and also to sudokus/crosswords. in general I think that anything that helps with changing the anxious trajectory of your mind helps!

and you are absolutely welcome, as I am absolutely loving what you are working with! and I absolutely love the aemond's children head canon (especially Vaella! my precious babe!).

no bestie, believe me... as somebody who was very scared of starting the driving lessons, it's all one thing at the time. it's also all about having a good teacher - mostly for the practical sessions - like my own was... straight up mean, but he helped me a lot + I practiced driving a lot with my dad who was further calm and explained things in a better way. so, I swear it's doable! but you also should do everything at your own pace and when you feel more comfortable.

yep yep! like I get while men might think it boring to shop with their girlfriend, but at the same time I think that it isn't... like all that bad? and they might also benefit from a few skincare products and general hygiene ones (plus there are so many funny activities to do. like just silly commenting together the products seem like such a cute and funny activity!). and I can totally see aemond as the dude that'd be like 'grab two of those masks, they'd be nice for when we have a self-care night!'.

ok ok, bestie, I... might have caved and written the first chapter of the burlesque fic and before posting it... I thought that I'd ask you whether you... wanted to be tagged or if you wanted the link to it. I know that'll delete all mystery as an emoji nonnie, but I thought I'd ask! (feel free to tell me no, but I thought you'd be interested and I didn't want to seem like a random user who stole the idea!).

with this being said I am probably going to listen to Danny Elfman tomorrow as the fic writing required a whole lot of my braincells but I am definitely going to!

with this being said, I am off and have a nice weekend!

-🌗

Oh gosssh, when I stretch, I can definitely feel my whole self restarting, I do love stretching! Also, the worst feeling ever is when you can feel yourself accumulating tension in the body and then you stretch and you feel all nice and loose-limbed and you're like, HUH, this feels so DIFFERENT. Another thing I really like is running but I haven't been able to because of lack of time, and I'm hoping I can start doing that again next week.

Seriously, thank you so much, bestie! I'm really glad that you love Vaella because she's my fave (not in like if I was a mom going 'that's my favorite child' lsdfjkglskjfglkj which is so weird because technically if I created her I'm the mom? LMAO. But in the sense that I love her arc the most and lately I've been obsessing over imagining Arnas Fedaravicius as her husband). And I'm very happy someone likes her as well!

And also thank you for the pep talk on driving! I'm determined to finally do it this summer now. A have driven for like a hot sec, way back when my mom was teaching me how. But then we never continued it, and it was literally that one time she taught me and never again. But here's hoping this is the summer I become a virgin who can drive lmao.

'grab two of those masks, they'd be nice for when we have a self-care night!'.' MY HEART. YES YES YES 100% TIMES YES. Also, I feel like because he's a nerd and homebody he'd enjoy going to the home stores, like going to Zara Home and going nuts over all the cool coffee accessories and nice blankets and he'd be looking for something lovely for the two of you if you live together already.

OMG YES YES YES of course I'd love to be tagged or sent the link! Don't worry about the mystery! if you want you're totally welcome to keep sending these asks on anon if you're more comfortable this way and I won't say a thing/won't mind/ won't give out your identity. Do whatever you're comfortable with, lovely!

Have the loveliest of weekends, hope you get a lot of rest and have fun! x

[cakesexuality]

Lupron update at 3.5 months

I don't think my illness that I've been experiencing recently is connected to Lupron -- I've been flaring again for the last couple weeks and October 17 is still my most recent dose, so on one hand, at least I know I'm probably not allergic to Lupron, but on the other hand, now I have no idea why I've felt sick so often for the last several months

The online booking system for the over-the-phone walk-in clinic I like to use seems to be borked for now, and there were no available upcoming appointments at my primary care clinic, so I had to use an after-hours, on-call provider from my primary care who told me that I'm doing everything right to treat my current flare, to give Aerius a good try (since Claritin and Reactine stopped working, Benadryl and Allegra aren't options for me, and most antihistamines aren't covered by my drug insurance, even if they're prescription-only), to call back in a few days to let them know how I'm doing, and that they might prescribe prednisone as a last resort if I don't get any better (but I do seem to be getting better!! I think Aerius is working)

I'm booked to get my next dose on January 9 so I left a voicemail with my pharmacy last night to get a refill on both Lupron and Seroquel, but they won't get the message until tomorrow morning, and it's probably gonna be another 12-week kit, which would bring me to 7 months on Lupron

I told my ophthalmologist's office that my eye issues could be connected with my reproductive issues, and I asked if there's a consent form I could fill out for them to talk directly to my gynecologist instead of my GP being a middleman, but they said it should be fine for them to contact her office directly, and the receptionist seemed interested in the idea that my maybe-endo could be affecting my vision

I don't know how useful it would be for my gynecologist to collaborate with my other specialists bc at my last injection, I asked if this could be related to my immune issues, and all she could really answer with was "It's definitely a possibility but I can't say for sure in your specific case" which I totally get, but this time I might be like "Hey, the last allergist I saw wasn't interested in helping and insinuated that this was a problem to take to a psychiatrist, and it will be a while until I see another allergist, so if you're comfortable with it, I'd like you to help me explore this"

I need to try contacting my gynecologist again bc I never heard back about whether she thought Lupron could be making me sick, and I also have not heard from her about Norlutate since my last shot, when she said we were denied by the Exceptional Access Program (after already being denied by the Ontario Drug Benefit) so she would ask the manufacturer if they would cover the cost of my add-back, and if the manufacturer doesn't cover it then we may have to go for a different treatment plan

The closer I get to my next injection date, the more I feel like her next step might be a laparoscopy to confirm if I actually do have endometriosis in the first place or if I have something that isn't endo (or isn't PCOS, which we already know I don't have) to make sure we're even going down the correct path, and idk if I'm emotionally/psychologically able to have surgery right now

I don't remember if I've publicly said this on Tumblr before, but I downloaded my raw data from a consumer-grade DNA test I took (my mom wanted me to do it bc it helps her family tree results and we both knew there's a backdoor way to find genetic health stuff with these tests) and so far, I've found 3 different bits in my data that suggest I have a higher risk of developing endo, so that combined with my labs, my imaging, my symptoms, and how I've been responding to treatment all mean that I wouldn't be surprised if surgery did reveal endo in my body

My last Depo-Provera shot was in August and I was getting it every 8 weeks, meaning I was due for it in early October, and I still have not had the widespread joint pain that I was getting that required me to get the shot every 8 weeks instead of the standard 12 weeks... so now I think it was less of a withdrawal from medroxyprogesterone and more of an effect of my estrogen levels going up as my progesterone levels went down

At my next injection, I might ask my gynecologist if she could order some blood work, bc I'm curious to see how my estradiol and testosterone are doing since we last checked them, which was over a year ago (when my testosterone was normal and my estradiol was... questionable), and also my eyebrows are getting patchy again and my TSH was above normal when that happened previously

My results with hypoallergenic skincare have plateaued, so my biggest pimples are still gone and the skin over my pimples is still no longer itchy or peeling, but also I'm still getting small pimples and my skin is still dry (not as dry as before, though). I'm still sticking with it for now, and I've been taking the doxycycline pills the last few days to see how that goes, which my GP said might give me results within a month and she told me that I don't have to take the full 12-week course if I'm happy with how I look at, say, 4 weeks.

I've started doing patch tests again after my skin finally recovered from being bandaged repeatedly and I got some redness and itching from the antiperspirant that I was using just fine for years until it started causing me problems (and for reference, I had to try out several antiperspirants before settling on this one bc all the ones before it also made me itchy), so now I'm trying out natural/aluminum-free deodorants and seeing how I like them... I've tried a natural deodorant in the past, but it was a compressed powder so it didn't stay put on my skin. I've tried out two natural deodorants this time around, the first one (Schmidt's in Bergamot and Lime) smelled good and didn't make me react but the component scratched me every time I applied it, so now I'm trying a second one (Tom's of Maine in Wild Lavender) that hasn't bothered my skin so far and comes in a perfectly fine component.

I got a letter in the mail the other day from the immunology clinic my GP referred me to, and it says the typical wait for an initial appointment is 10 to 12 months (which I know is a long wait regardless but it doesn't feel big in comparison to my 20-to-24-month wait for the EDS clinic lmao)

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Hello sweetie! 💕👋 I hope you're doing well. I wanted to ask you for advice, I feel you could help me. I don't know if I'm over exercising, my muscles are very sore today... I'm working out 5 days a week, is it too much? :-/

Sure -- I definitely feel like I have too much of a schedule like that. It's probably too easy to fall into that kind of over-exercising situation -- I'm pretty sure that if I had been in college for even a few weeks more I'd be doing something like that now. (I didn't have much free time and the gym had limited hours, but even when I was there I spent the time browsing the Internet, writing fiction/fanfiction, or playing League of Legends.)

Also, as a somewhat-less-unlikely aside, I'd say: there's a difference between soreness in your muscles and "over-exercising". I think they both mean the same thing, but they're certainly distinct. When you say you're "very sore" after an exercise session, that means your muscles are sore because they did lots of work, not because your workouts are too hard.

It's normal and expected for your muscles to be sore immediately after an exercise session, though -- this is the signal that "exercise is working" and that you should do more the next day. There might be something you can do with specific workouts to make them less sore at the next workout (see below), but generally the soreness is here to remind you that you did something. (The word "sore" probably conjures up the idea of stiffness and discomfort, but actually it's pretty common for your muscles to feel a bit stiff or tight afterwards.)

If your workouts are mostly about developing muscle, then the "soreness" from the workouts can just be a kind of "labor" you get to pay out in a relatively short period of time in exchange for having stronger muscles. If you aren't using that "labor," though, it's likely that you're not getting the full benefit of a workout. The way I did my workout days, I was basically thinking "so sore that it's painful to walk/stand up" was good enough (for me). Now I do stuff like

weight vest, 45-60 pounds, 3 sets of 20 reps

dumbbells (same as above), 3 sets of 8 reps

seated press (same as above), 3 sets of 15 reps

weighted v-sit (same as above), 3 sets of 10 reps

lateral raise (same as above), 3 sets of 10 reps

all of the above 3 sets done at once, alternating right/left, on the first two days, then on the third day do all five sets of the same exercise on the same side

and all of these feel much more manageable than doing three sets of every exercise separately (as I did when I first started).

You'd want to mix it up and also do exercises that build up your biceps, chest, and triceps; for biceps try a kneeling cable row, for chest the close-to-the-wall pushup (this is much harder than regular pushups), and for triceps (in which direction will you rotate a dumbbell) you can do a weighted dumbbell curl, then a weighted dumbbell straighten, then the reverse of the straighten.

The exercises in the above list feel like a good way of doing that, at least to me, and it can take several workouts until all of them start to feel more pleasant. You will definitely have periods of "I am so sore, I can barely walk, but I have to get up now, I have to" to get through to "I am mostly pain free" -- but even after that, there can be a lot of variability day to day. But that kind of variability is normal.

You will have "sore" muscle days that hurt, but I would be surprised if the way that hurt lasts many days after the workout -- your muscles will probably recover pretty quickly. If you're having soreness that lasts for weeks, try these tips:

Work out in ways that are different each day. So if you have a chest workout today but not tomorrow, do one tomorrow. But then make it clear that you don't need the same kind of workout every single day to have the benefits of the exercise (strength, etc.). You can even do variations on the same exercise -- I do pull-ups and pull-ups with a twist (for example, doing pull-ups with the last few rings on the rope as they move toward the floor to provide resistance), but I don't always do pull-ups when I don't feel like doing them.

Make sure you're doing the right workout for your body type and goals -- I'd avoid any weight-stack stuff if your goal is strength, for example, but I'd be fine if you want to just get your muscles more toned.

If you're having muscle soreness right after workouts, I would also get an ice pack and put it on your sore muscles for about 20 minutes right after your workout. It'll reduce soreness and also help keep the muscles warm and the blood flowing after exercise. (In the past I've found it easier to get sore on days I didn't go to the gym and was using the treadmill or whatever. So if you're not going to the gym, it doesn't seem worth it to do so just for this step -- just do it if you want to feel better afterwards.)

If you find yourself "always" sore on a certain day, get some extra rest for that day and try again the next day. If the extra rest doesn't feel enough, take a day off.

Keep your workout intensity to something you'll be able to do with minimal pain (at least some of the time). If a certain exercise (like the straighten) feels too much, just stop doing it. If a certain kind of workout (like the v-sit) hurts too much, just stop doing it. Maybe do something less intense on those days (like "just do some sit-ups instead of v-sit today") -- if not, do one or two days off. Then keep going.

This kind of variation (and using the right kinds of exercises to build up a wide variety of muscle groups) is definitely the way you want to spend the time I would say you are using to "build muscle" -- not just doing the thing you would do to build muscle, but doing it well. But I think there's also more room to be creative than you may think -- there are definitely things you can do with your "sore" muscle days that can make you feel good and even more motivated to exercise later on.

If any of this seems counterintuitive, it's fine and it's just something I learned from experience.

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Temporary Fix

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!F1 driver!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You're the only female F1 driver, and you're damn good at your job. Oh, and you also have a friends with benefits relationship with a certain 7x World Champion.

Warnings - smut, best friends -> lovers, slight exhibitionism

A/N - you have the second merc seat in this, so Valterri isn't here : (( not proof read

Sometimes, you hated yourself for following your passion. Driving a F1 car had been your dream ever since you could remember. The long process from karting to F1 had been a difficult one. When you were seven, you had a go kart track manager that you couldn't race there because you were a girl. That had cemented your will to be the best you could be, and you had done it.

You had made it into a Mercedes F1 seat after spending two years in Williams. It was safe to say that you were one of the best drivers, with killer instinct and an excellent eye for overtakes. The likes of Mika Hakkinen, Niki Lauda, Jacques Villeneuve and others had praised your skills, naming you one of the best talents in the current driver pool.

But the glory, the fame, the praise, sometimes you wished you could just evaporate into thin air. This was one of those times. Press conferences sucked, they really did. Reporters and journalists thought they were entitled to ask you the most sexist of questions, brushing them off by saying it was 'just a simple question'. Sometimes the drivers you were paired up with defended you, like Seb or Pierre or Lewis or even Kimi. Sometimes people didn't want to say anything, or they just laughed it off or answered for you.

This was not one of those times. Charles was supposed to be your partner for the press conference, but he wasn't feeling too great so you were on your own. It had started off fine, with the usual questions like 'how are you feeling about the race?' 'is it gonna be a good weekend for Mercedes?' and then it had gone to 'Do you think you being the only woman here, you should have a special suit?' or 'Are you sure it's a good idea for you to continue another year in F1?' that's what had irked you off.

With a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head, you bit back the cutting response that had sprung to your lips, opting to simply look disapprovingly in silence, speaking more words in the quiet. Eventually, the conference was over, and you made your way out of the hall, deep in thought, so lost in your own world, you didn't notice when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into one of the nearby storage closets.

Your protest of "Hey!-" was cut off by a pair of lips pressing to yours, strong arms wrapping around your torso. "Heard you had a bad day with the press" Lewis mumbled against your lips, brow furrowing when you sighed and let your head drop onto his shoulder. "Yeah they're such fucking jerks" you replied, closing your eyes. "I'm sorry you have to deal with them every time" he continued, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Eh, I mean I'd rather not talk about it" you continued, letting your fingers trace a pattern on his chest.

The silence in the room was disturbed by the ringing of Lewis's phone, making you jump softly. "Bono" he answered, looking down at the screen. "Pick it up"

"Hello?"

"Lewis, we're waiting for the meeting? And is Y/N with you?" Bono's voice rang through the tiny closet, as you turned to look at Lewis with wide eyes. Shit, the debrief. "Yeah, I'm coming! Oh, and I'll see if I can find Y/N" he replied, making you suppress a smile. The moment he put the phone down, the both of you burst into giggles, before he leaned down to press another kiss to your lips. "Well, we should go" he said, biting back a smile when you sighed, and cuddled into his shoulder. "Fine"

"But I'll make it up to you tonight baby" he continued, as a shiver ran down your spine. Oh yeah, you two had a friends with benefits situation going on too. No biggie

Except, well, you know you couldn't tell anyone, and you were definitely in love with each other, but I mean, of course it was better to be stupid and just simply refuse to acknowledge those feelings for each other.

♥︎☾☁︎

It had happened, when Lewis won his championship in Turkey. The team had thrown a (socially distant) party, and you had gotten just a little more drunk than you should have, but the champagne was flowing, tequila shots were being taken, beer was being chugged so you just jumped in and had a few more glasses of wine than you should have, and participated in a few rounds of shots.

Before you had known, a pair of hot lips had crashed onto yours, and your arms had tightly held onto a broad pair of shoulders, as the pair of you had stumbled up to your hotel room, crashing backwards onto the bed. Your drunken mind had been sober enough to recognise the 'Still I Rise' tattoo across his back when he tugged his shirt off.

At the same time, Lewis had recognised your face, heart speeding up ever so slightly because holy shit he was making out with you, and he really, really liked you. Before he knew it, your dress was down to your knees, and his shirt was a rumpled mess on the floor, your friendship gone far beyond repair, but only in the best way possible.

The next morning, you had let out a groan when the sunshine had flashed into your eyes, rolling over to find Lewis lying next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist as he slept peacefully. Your heart rate had sped up, and you had shot up, scaring the living day light out of Lewis. He had awoken with a start, confusion present in his brown eyes, before realization had sunk in, and he had shot out of bed, wrapping one of the towels around his lower body.

But before the two of you could get awkward, he had strutted over to you, grabbing your face in his hands before pulling you in for a kiss that made you feel weak and light headed.

And then the both of you came to the conclusion that you two wanted something loose and flexible, something fun with no commitment.

But was it what you wanted?

♥︎☾☁︎

Sometimes debriefs could drag on. And on. And on. Eventually, the engineers left the room, leaving only Toto, Lewis, Bono, Angela, James and yourself in the room. Over the years, it had become like a family for you, and you loved them to absolute bits. The mood in the room had changed, as you all joked around for a while.

Watching from the other side of the room, Lewis couldn't help the smile that etched itself onto his face, when he saw you throw your head back with laughter at something Toto said, inhaling sharply when your neck came into clear view, a sudden urge to mark you up settling in on his body.

It was a thrill, to think of how many times you had come undone on his fingers and his tongue, how many nights you begged for him to fill you up with his cock. It was a thrill to think of all the times he had cried your name out in ecstasy while your tongue worked wonders around him. And yet, here you were, acting as if you two were just best friends, not two people who could barely keep their hands off of each other.

Just two nights ago, he had made you scream his name so loud, the person the next room, who just happened to be Daniel, had not let him hear the end of it. Thankfully, the Aussie hadn't realized it was you in his bed. Two nights ago, he had made you see stars, and after that you had rewarded him with the performance of his life to Nights Like This by Kehlani.

Snapping back to reality when a slight poke was applied to his shoulder, Lewis looked over to see Angela looking at him with a slight smirk on her face. He strongly suspected that the woman definitely had some sort of inkling about the both of you. How ? No idea. But she was a crazy smart woman, and was bound to have figured out that he was seeing someone.

It didn't help that atleast half the people on the grid had at some point teased him, telling him the both of you were made for each other. It was like the universe was pushing the both of you to be together, and he kept pushing it away

"So are we feeling confident going into this weekend?" Toto asked, grabbing his attention from the smirking blonde.

"Yup!" Your cheery answer elicited a smile from everyone in the room. "Yeah I think so" he said, watching as you flashed him a quick smile. "Okay, then, I think we're done for now. Any questions?" Bono asked, scanning a data sheet in front of him. "No, i'm good" you replied, reaching over to grab your phone. "Yeah me too" Lewis said, far too concerned with what was going to happen later that night to pay his full attention to Bono.

"Okay then. We'll see you tomorrow"

And with that they departed. Before Lewis could follow you, a hand grabbed his and he turned to see Angela, Toto and Bono looking at him expectantly. "So whose got you all distracted and flustered?" Angela asked, earning a smirk from Toto. "What? No one" he replied, slapping himself mentally for being all day dreamy during a meeting. "Oh really? I'm willing to bet you didn't hear anything I said during the meet except the last bit" Bono said, smiling when his driver got visibly flustered.

"So do we know her?" Angela continued, watching him closely for any giveaway reactions. "How would you know her if I don't like anyone?" Lewis said, hoping to God it didn't come across as awkward as it sounded.

"Never said you liked anyone. I'm saying you're in love with someone" Angela said, watching as her friend's eyes widened in shock, and he shook his head profusely. "Okay are you on something? I'm just gonna head back to the hotel now" he murmured, confused, and somewhat taken aback by her bluntness.

Ignoring the looks on the others faces, he made his way out to the paddock, trying his hardest to make sense of his feelings. Was a casual relationship with you what he wanted? He wanted so much more than that.

Lewis knew, deep down in his heart, that he wanted to hold your hand in public, and kiss you right on the lips in front of everyone when you shared a podium. He wanted to be able to call you his, to not just spend the night with you, but to spend all his days with you. But you didn't want that.

Or so he thought.

♥︎☾☁︎

Back at the hotel, Lewis busied himself with working out, trying to push all his frustrations out via the workout. He knew that you were going to turn up in the night, and he looked so damn forward to seeing you each night, but god, he hated it when you left in the morning. Every morning when your warm body slipped out from under the sheet, his arms would tighten for a moment, before your giggle would bring him back to reality and he'd hastily draw back, smiling at you. His favourite moment was when he came to your hotel room in Spain. In the morning, he had woken up before you, and before leaving, he had pressed a little kiss to your forehead. The most gorgeous smile had curled onto your lips, and his heart had melted into a little puddle when you rested your cheek on his hand

And then in Monaco, when he had taken you to his apartment, you had woken up before him, and he had woken up to the sight of you bringing a tray of pancakes and fruits, followed by a soft kiss to his cheek.

It was those moments he cherished, but it was those same moments that confused him.

His train of thought was broken when a knock echoed in the room, as he walked over to the door, opening it to find : you

"Hey" you greeted him, walking in and shedding your jacket. "Hey" he replied, reaching for a towel to wipe the sweat off of his body. "Wow um, is this a bad time?" You asked, eyes trailing down his abs, watching as his body glistened in the fading sun light. "No its fine, I just finished my workout. You hungry?" He continued, biting back a smirk when he saw your eyes roaming his body.

"W-what? Yeah, i, um, suppose - yeah" you murmured, mind already far down the gutter.

"For food darling, not for sex" he said, making you blush and let out a small gasp. "Lewis!" You chided, shoving him softly. "You know you were thinking it" he mumbled, pushing you up against the wall. "Yeah I was" you whispered back, yanking him forward by his shoulders, slamming your lips against his.

Lifting you up from the waist, he pressed his body further into yours, one of his hands wandering down to your ass, squeezing harshly, earning a moan from your lips. Taking the opportunity, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you let your core grind against him.

Leading you towards the bed, he stopped in confusion when you stopped him, maneuvering him towards the balcony. "Want you to fuck me against the window or in the balcony" you gasped out, earning a moan from him.

"Right where anyone could see us, hmm? Didn't know you were into that baby" he growled, grabbing your earlobe in between his teeth, earning an airy gasp from you, as the wetness threatened to seep down your legs.

"Mmhmm" was all you could muster, your mind so clouded with desperation you couldn't form a single coherent thought. The only thing you were aware of was that only Lewis could make you feel the pleasure you wanted to feel, only he would take you to that little piece of heaven, only he would hold your hand and fuck you into oblivion, and he would still be there to clean you down with a sponge softly.

"If you insist"

Grabbing you roughly, he slammed your body against the massive hotel room window, ripping the mercedes team shirt you were wearing off of your quivering form, letting it drop to the floor, before he hooked his fingers into the material of your jeans, tugging the denim down your legs

With a soft groan, you pulled his nike shorts down his legs, moaning when his cock came into view, the throbbing in between your legs making you whimper, arousal and need growing tenfold in your tummy.

"Please" you whispered, meeting his eyes, so he could see the pure desperation in your eyes. "Please what?" He said, a certain roughness you hadn't heard before creeping into his voice

"Please fuck me" you moaned, gasping when he brought his hand up to your neck, squeezing ever so slightly. "Oh trust me doll, i will. But first, i want to have you dripping wet and ready for me. I want to make you cum on my fingers, so you're wet and ready for my cock. Do you want my fingers princess?" he continued, feeling his arousal grow when you whimpered and whined.

"Words baby girl. Or I'll just leave you here with your pathetic fingers. I bet you can't even reach all those spots inside you that make you scream, when your tiny little fingers try to please yourself. I bet you just feel like sinking into yourself, but the thought of my fingers keeps you awake. Do you do that, sweet girl? Do you pretend your fingers are mine when you're touching yourself, hmm?'

When you didn't answer, he delivered a smack to your ass, groaning when you moaned at the pleasurable sting. "Yes" you whispered abashed.

"Don't be shy baby. Its okay. I know you feel so good when I love on you. I can see it when you scream my name" and with that, his pointer finger began circling your clit, rubbing circles around it before shifting so he was rubbing the sensitive bud directly.

Your moans of ecstasy were music to his ear, a smile gracing his features, as he let his middle finger slip into you, thrusting it in and out of you. Your soft cry of "fuck" cracked when he shoved his pointer into you as well, scissoring them in and out of you

"Oh fucking hell Lew-" "Shh my darling, i didn't say you could talk, did I?" He said, fingers working at an indescribably quick pace, as the knot in your tummy tightened and threatened to loosen. "I'm gonna-" "go ahead baby" he murmured, using his pointer and thumb to pinch your clit roughly, as you came around his fingers with a scream

"Good girl. You wanna put that pretty little mouth to use somewhere else?" he asked, watching as you dropped to your knees eagerly, (just like I would do irl) reaching up to rest your hands on his hips.

"Someone's eager to suck my cock hmm? Be a good girl for me, and don't waste time" he ordered, a shudder running down his body when your nails traced the veins on his cock, and then as they reached downwards, your thumb circling his tip, collecting his pre cum on your finger. Then you shoved your thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, before sucking softly on your digit, rolling your eyes back. You were snapped back to reality when Lewis roughly yanked your head up, pure arousal clouding his pupils

"You better use your mouth right now, or i swear i will leave you here alone to pleasure yourself" he threatened, moaning when you took his tip into your mouth at once, sucking softly before swirling your tongue upwards.

The feel of your tongue on him made him buck his hips into your mouth, the unexpected movement pushed him quite far back in your mouth, looking up at him, you hollowed out your cheeks, taking more and more of his cock into your mouth, the sounds he was making above you fuelling you. You took him as far back as you could without gagging, as a strangled moan of "Fuck Y/N!"left his lips. He grabbed your hair, tugging upwards, the tingling on your scalp sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. "Fuck baby, you're gonna have to stop now, I really want to fuck you now" he growled out, pulling you up before pushing you towards to balcony railing

Lining up with your entrance, he watched as you let out a shaky breath, eyes falling shut, as you clenched in anticipation.

"Are you sure you want this Y/N?" he asked, eyes searching your face for any sign that he was being too rough, or that you didn't want what was coming next

"Turning your head around to face him, you pulled him in for a passionate kiss. "I've never been more sure baby" was your affirming reply.

Kissing you back with the same fervour, he slowly pushed into you from behind, the both of you groaning in sync when your walls enveloped him. "fuck you feel so good darling. So fucking tight" lewis moaned, making you moan as well as the pleasure coursed through your veins.

Reaching around you, Lewis rubbed your clit while he continued to snap his hips against yours, making your breasts bounce against your chest, your hands gripping the balcony railing for dear life. Thank god it was dark.

He continued to rub and pinch you clit, before swiping his fingers through your wet folds. Then he shoved his fingers into your mouth, prompting you to suck on them

"Be an angel and suck on my fingers for me" he growled, moaning when your mouth eagerly closed around his fingers, sucking them with fervour.

Snapping his hips into you desperately, his hands encircled your waist, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, swishing his fingers around in your mouth. "Fuck baby thats it, i'm gonna cum" he groaned, capturing your earlobe in between his teeth, moaning when you clenched down on him again

"Oh fucking hell-" with a moan, he came into you, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to rub your clit again, sighing with satisfaction when you came around him with a scream of "Lewis!"

Panting, he dragged you back to the bed, both of you collapsing into the covers.

Your chest rising and falling rapidly, you curled up into his chest, letting your head droop onto his shoulder, as his fingers traced his initials onto your hip.

"Well princess, we seem to have a problem here" he said, as you snapped your head up to look at him in confusion.

"I think i'm in love with you"

♡☾☁︎

A/N - part 2? Also feel free to drop a comment, i'd really appreciate it 🤍 thank you so much for reading 🤍