#macro air

[orofeaiel]

Two-Spotted Bumble Bee

[squigglyreith]

Layers of reflections

[smollerghostbot]

giant lifeguard who rushes to the aid of a drowning tiny... so focused on saving that one tiny that they aren't paying attention to the other tiny beachgoers in the way.

[aprilblossomgirl]

my favorite QL 2023 recaps: part 4 - the boys x the beach

GIF 1-3. Nueng & Palm in Never Let Me Go (2022-2023)

GIF 4-6. Gun & Cher in A Boss and A Babe (2023)

GIF 7-9. Mhok & Day in Last Twilight (2023-2024)

[prime-bewbs]

A Crimson Banquet to Behold

It's funny! I'm a macro artist, but my favorite game series of all time is the one that involves you picking itty bitty men! So here's Brittany from said series here to boast about her "Immense size".

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[flock-keeper]

"Well, time tae sell my stocks in Macro Cosmos Air! Ya know what tae say, sell high and buy low! Glad that they give me heavily discounted airline tickets!"

[mousey-sprouts]

Other tiny workers in the estate: ughhh the masters want a shoe shine again. I hate it. Plus, Sir William’s been drinking tonight, he’ll probably get handsy again

Me, materializing before them holding a bucket and shoe scrubber:

[boxthoughtsblog]

A quick CLOSER LOOK daily photo exercise - March 20, 2025

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[edsonjnovaes]

Tudo é Éter, Einstein estava errado e o GPS?!?

A matéria é apenas uma ideia, uma projeção da nossa consciência, e é energia potencial do Éter, a fonte original de tudo! O éter é definido como um campo de energia potencial de vibração de frequência super alta que obedece à dinâmica de fluxo, ou vetores de fluxo de energia congruentes aos quais é definido na dinâmica de fluidos, em outras palavras, tem qualidades de líquido. Renato Cunha –…

[neigepomme]

˙ ✩°˖ ✈️ bulking szn / caleb x reader

synopsis; who knew your lovely and insanely strong boyfriend could get even more muscular — even more sexy. gotta thank bulking season for that!

⋆ 800 words / suggestive (NSFW) / fem reader / 2nd person

caleb's hot. he's been hot.

you know that, and everyone around you knows that — it's almost become a running joke how he gets stares from everyone when he's out and about.

what you didn't know is that he could get even more attractive. who could blame you, though? he looks like he inspired michelangelo's david — and he can get hotter? now that's just plain greedy. except it's happening, and all you can do is stare at him more than usual.

and here was your greek god of a boyfriend standing in the kitchen, preparing his protein shake. sitting at the kitchen island with your chin resting on your hand, you were staring at him, ogling him. his arms looked so good. how would they feel around your neck, you wondered — but your daydreams had to be cut short by the sound of a refrigerator door closing loudly.

"you know baby, a picture might last you longer. i can feel your eyes on me, and i'm not even facing you."

"mmh, i'm just not used to this whole," you make vague gestures in the air, "bulking thing. gotta stare and memorize it."

he laughs, and you keep on openly admiring him. when he mentioned that he'd be bulking soon, you just nodded, not entirely sure what that implied. the caleb you knew from your childhood and teenage years was strong, yes, but mostly athletic. this meatier, buffer version was new, but so, so, so welcome.

right now, his muscles weren't as defined as you were used to. he looked more.. soft. still as strong, but he seemed bigger — he could already dwarf you before, but now, it was way more serious. not only that, he's traded his looser shirtless tank tops for compression shirts, and it was such a delight for your eyes. his pecs looked bigger, and his back — his back. just a little more broad. just a hint more sexy. was it even legal to look that good?

but man, whenever you hugged him? it was like heaven held you in its embrace. the cherry on top of your very attractive (beef)cake. he was so much warmer too — caleb always ran hot. he's your personal heater during the winter months, but now? he was burning hot. or maybe is it just how you see him? who knows, honestly.

funniest thing about this situation, though? caleb knew you'd react like that upon seeing him get more buff, but he didn't know you'd be that affected by bulking season. he knew how much you enjoyed his physique, and bulking up in order to cut and get stronger and bigger than you, just seemed like a nice challenge. a good way to keep himself busy and please you.

there was one more thing though, way more challenging than keeping tracks of his macros in his new diet. you made it insanely difficult to keep his hands to himself. first, it was the staring. he was well aware that you couldn't really help yourself, he was there looking all handsome just for you. the half-lidded stares when he worked out, lingering glances at his arms and chest, bedroom eyes when he wore that compression shirt one size too small, were to be expected. the way you basically undressed him with your gaze occasionally made him flushed, but caleb couldn't even comment on it — he did the same to you practically daily.

and then came the physical touch.

caleb wasn't shy. he knew he looked attractive, and he knew that you found him attractive. he also knew you were touchy, but your touchiness increased tenfold when he started bulking, always poking and prodding at his body. a perpetually careful hand making goosebumps appear on his skin as you softly traced the lines of the veins on his arms. did you know what you were doing? or were you unconsciously exercising your right to touch his body as if it were yours to own. oh well, it basically was — he was your possession as much as you were his.

god, you made it so hard to hold back, though. caleb just wanted to manhandle you and show you that he wasn't just getting softer — his strength remained. he could still bend you whatever which way he pleased (and he knew you'd enjoy it), but he held back. he held back because after years of yearning, years of practiced patience, he knew the reward was worth it.

so caleb just kept on tolerating it. after all, bulking season wasn't over just yet — he could handle your hands roaming around a little more. three more weeks until he could show you his full potential.

you'd get your lovely buff caleb showing off his muscles for you, and in return, he'd get his even lovelier girlfriend underneath him and return all the physical touches he's been subjected to while bulking — he'll have you oh so pliant and responsive to his roughhousing in bed.

fair trade!

🍎 pomme's final notes — don't look at me too hard this is so self indulgent i just really like strong guys and i've been rewatching caleb content and his back is just. irresistible i'm gonna chew on him like those buff bear breads

[usgsbiml]

Royal strip of purple glow along the edge of this lovely Ground Beetle (Carabus serratus) from Pennsylvania. Photograph by Dorcas Ogunbanwo ~~{{{{{{0}}}}}}~~

All photographs are public domain, feel free to download and use as you wish.

Photography Information: Canon Mark II 5D, Zerene Stacker, Stackshot Sled, 65mm Canon MP-E 1-5X macro lens, Twin Macro Flash in Styrofoam Cooler, F5.0, ISO 100, Shutter Speed 200

We Are Made One with What We Touch and See

We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair, With our young lives each spring impassioned tree Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change. - Oscar Wilde

[sl-ut]

Going to a music festival with Abby

also in response to this ask and references this fic

more college!abby

abby was a hostess at heart. there was something about being the one to organize group trips and activities and making an effort to make sure that everyone had a good time that really tickled her fancy, even when it was something that she was not entirely interested in herself.

she's not much of a drinker, and everyone knows that. but, what she lacks in a party spirit during the school year, she makes up for it on holidays and during the summer break.

it's rare for her to be able to let loose that often so when she does, she is the life of the party fr fr and always wants to make sure all of her friends are having a good time.

coachella was a bi-annual trip for her and her friends. they liked to do some sort of trip after they've all finished their exams, but coachella is expensive af and they're not all as rich as abby is (though she usually takes on a larger cut of the cost to make sure everyone can go i love her smmmm)

after what had happened during their new years getaway, abby understood that her gf was not rearing to be put in another confined space with owen again, but when he and mel announced their fourth break up of the year (and yes, it's only april) and both decided not to come, abby couldn't deny that she was relieved.

now she was able to relax and chill w her girl without having to keep an eye out for any micro (or macro) aggressions

they don't camp. abby wouldn't be caught dead allowing her girl to stay in such conditions, and she's wayyy too much of a clean freak to survive a weekend in those campsites.

instead, abby rents a boujie spanish style airbnb for her an her friends, a nice place to avoid the heat during the day with the ac and private pool before they headed to the festival for the evening.

abby and her gf drive down from seattle, making a cute little getaway out of it as they stop to stay at small bnbs and see the sights on their way to coachella valley, but it only takes them about two days with a few stops added in for fun, so it was rather fun for the pair of them.

everyone else flies down and meets them at the airbnb, all exhausted and glad to have agreed on a chill night by the pool rather than doing much excessive partying.

so after a quick run to the nearby grocery and liquor stores, they're all sipping some drinks and enjoying a little bbq around the pool.

as the evening is winding down, they all hear the sound of the front door's code being put in, all turning to find owen appearing with a large grin on his face.

"hey guys, guess i could make it after all. good thing you all put the address and code in the group chat, right?"

they all looked at each other in surprise, all of them having admitted to being glad that there would be no drama, but they all awkwardly greeted them.

"yeah, abs told me how upset you all were that i wasn't gonna make it this year so i figured i could work something out."

abby could tell her gf was PISSED

she was suddenly eerily quiet, and no longer interested in the movement of abby's fingers along her inner thigh

yes, she had said it to owen when she'd bumped into him at the gym, but she hadn't expected him to make a last minute decision to come. truthfully, she just didn't want to make anything more awkward when he'd said that he was bummed about not going.

while owen caught up with the group, y/n went inside to take a quick shower, wanting to remove the sweat and chlorine from her skin

she made herself scarce while owen settled in, not wanting to have to play nice with him or pretend that she wasn't annoyed with abby.

owen cornered her in the kitchen when she finally reappeared, coming over to "clear the air" but she could clearly see how smug he was looking at her.

"i'm literally here to hang out with everyone except for you, owen. fuck off."

he def played the "she's just insecure cause i'm abby's ex" card all weekend but literally no one cared.

she tried to give abby the cold shoulder for the rest of the night, but after abby apologized and explained what happened she ended up giving her the warm finger instead (that sounds so gross but im laughing so im leaving it in.)

they end up having fun, lazing in the sun all day and then getting dressed up to go to the festival at night

abby would hold her gf on her shoulders so she could have a better view

abby also looked soooooo sexyyyyyyy

her outfits were pretty tame for coachella but she still looked so hot

day one she wore a slutty little vest, only buttoning the top two to cover her chest while her abs were able to peek through, and a pair of denim shorts. she alternated for the other days but they all generally had the same vibe.

at the end of every night, they were all pretty tipsy when they got back to the airbnb so they would spend maybe an hour or so more drinking and having a good time before she and her gf would sneak off together

but they weren't very sneaky at all bc the rest of them could hear exactly what was going on

abby was hitting it from the back, the side, the front, from below, from above, and every other possible angle

thank GAWD she packed her fav strap

but overall this sounds so much fun even tho i generally don't love music festivals i love the vibes and i love abby smmmm

[ktownshizzle]

K, for the Phukket Yoongi fic that I def don't want (absolutely need on my desk like yesterday I'm actually in crisis and only phukket Yoongi can save me 🥲) I'll take a lil snippet of that please 🧚🏽‍♀️✨️

Watermelon & Suga (drabble)

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: idol!Min Yoongi x tour guide!reader ✎ ˎˊ˗ Wc: 440 for this drabble ✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, eventual idk—could be anything based on feedback ✎ ˎˊ˗ Notes: Set during the events of D-day tour Phuket Vlog

While they eat, you stay behind on the boat, finishing your own lunch. There’s still some leftover watermelon, so you have it for dessert. It’s sweeter than any you have had all summer, but not sweet enough to distract you from the thought spinning in your head: Did the Min Yoongi really just invite you to join their group for lunch?

Ah, never mind. He was probably just being polite. Right? But then why did he stare at your lips for ten whole seconds when you were exploring the caves?

Fuck. You really need to get Lasik because your eyes cannot be trusted. Maybe a psychiatric evaluation too, while you’re at it.

Who are you kidding? At this point you can only afford the oh-so ahjumma-chic wide-brim hat so your lone brain cell is not fried by the sun.

BUT. Why does it feel like you had a connection?

Him with his kind eyes and that sexy smile.

Shaking your head, you grab a beer from the cooler and chug it, the cold brew doing its damnednest to wash down your delusions. For a moment, the only sound is the faint lapping of waves against the boat’s hull.

But then, footsteps.

You glance over your shoulder.

Speak of the devil.

Yoongi is walking into the shaded area of the boat, pushing damp strands of hair with his beautiful fingers.

“Hey,” you say, clocking that he’s coming in alone. Your pulse races.

“Hi.”

“Craving more watermelon?” you ask, smiling as you gesture to the plate.

He leans against the table, his gaze steady, but there’s something else there. “I was,” he says, his voice softer now, “but I think I’m craving something else.”

Your breath stutters. The plate in your hand feels heavier. The tips of his fingers brushes along the edge of the table as he walks closer, and closer.

“There’s, uh, more delicacies on the island,” you try to use your tour guide voice, but you’re faltering. “Thailand has, umm, over 1,000 species of fruit, you know…”

“Mmm.” A faint smirk touches his lips, but his eyes are fixed on you. He’s literally in front of you now, so close that the air is sucked out of your lungs. You notice every macro detail—the faint streaks of sunscreen on his cheek, the fine grains of sand clinging to his hair, the way his scent is a mix of the sun and the ocean and his own musk. And those lips. Goddamn those lips.

“What is it that you like?” you ask, your voice small and shy as he studies you, too.

“I think I prefer,” he murmurs, his hand brushing yours before leaning in. “This.”

A/N: so……….??? do we continue?

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[lil-bitty-lubdubs]

The Basement Series- Freya pt.5

Baas laid Freya down softly once she drifted off to induced sleep, fully satisfied as he had gained total control over her. That was a macro gift from Cal, he knew. He would return the favor. Soon.

“Well Cal, it’s been fun,” he said as they headed out of the basement. “You have no idea how much, but it’s probably time for me to head back to my side of town. Wreck havoc over yonder.”

“How about some breakfast first?”

Baas nodded. “That sounds good actually. I’m famished. “

“It’s hard work bringing sexy girls back to life.” Cal added, “how about waffles?” They headed up the stairs, closing the door behind them.

Sometime after they headed up, Freya opened her eyes. She groaned. Her whole body felt like it had been crushed. What the hell did they do to me?  She put her free hand onto her dark blue sternum. She groaned again. But salvation was neigh. Slowly, painstakingly she half rolled herself over slighltly and reached under her back with her one free hand. She brought out the syringe she managed to take from Cal’s pocket earlier. It didn’t matter what it was. She was drawing her line here. She brought it up to her neck moving her fingertips about looking to find the pulsing spot. There she had located it. Her heart thumped weakly beneath her fingers. She hoped it would soon beat for the last time.

She plunged the needle into her carotid artery and emptied the syringe. It was a slow moving serum. She drifted off to warmth and peace spreading about her as she grinned, victorious.

***

Cal and Baas finished their breakfast and were about to load Baas’s car, but as they passed the stairway to the basement, Cal heard something. He’d left he door propped open, he knew, but he couldn’t place the sound. “Do you hear that?” he asked Baas.

Baas stopped to listen. He heard a faint high pitch continuous beep. “It’s sounds like…f…” his yes grew wide as he confirmed Cal’s suspicion. Both of them crashed through the door to the basement. From the top of the stairs Cal could see the flatline on Freya’s AED monitor.

“Freya!” He called out as he reached her. A needle was sticking out of her neck. “Oh shit.” he patted his pockets.

Baas came up next to him. Slipping gloves on. “What was in the needle?”

Cal seemed lost two fingers in Freya’s pulse. “What was it?” Baas yelled at him as he tore through packs of medial equipment. He sort of woke up when Bass spoke louder“A Sedative-Rohypnol.” he finally replied. “Freya, why would you do this to yourself sweetheart?” Cal grabbed her by the nape of the neck. He was near hysterical. Crying. Shaking like a leaf…

“Get on her chest Cal. Pump her heart!” Baas screamed at him.

Cal sort of returned to his senses again, dropping her head and thumping his fist smack in the middle of her soft chest. Hard. Baas handed him a syringe with adrenaline and jammed it into her heart directly. He straddled her hips and began violent pumping on her chest, hoping it would restart her still heart.

Baas came over administering oxygen and more drugs into the IV. Heart inducing drugs but also Rohypnol suppressors.  He cranked her neck back laryngoscope in hand with a tube ready for her. Her. “Pause” he told Cal who stopped pumping but did not remove his hands. He made sure he could see where he wanted to go then shoved the tube in her throat. Cal started pumping again. Hard. Fast. Desperate. Baas filled the balloon in her throat and began pushing deep vats of air into her lungs.

“Freya why would you do this…why?” Cal sobbed over her chest as he manually pumped her heart for her. “I could always bring you back but only when I’m here sweetheart…why?”

Baas thrust more air into her lungs via ambu bag and suddenly V-fib came on the monitor. “That’s it babydoll, hang in there.” Baas willed her. He initialed the AED and sent a jolt into her heart. She spasmed. Her entire body feeling the electricity jolt though her.

The heart monitor read flatline. “No!!!!” Cal jumped back on top of her and pumped faster. “Come on stay with me, stay sweetie, just stay!”

Baas forced air into her lungs, but she didn’t respond. He bagged harder. “Come on Freya. Take a breath for us.” He started talking into her ear. “Tell that little heart to get beating again, babydoll. We’re doing everything here for you. Come on baby.” he willed her to fight. 

It had been 10 minutes since they’d discovered her post OD. “Time to switch.” Baas told Cal. He looked reluctant to get off but he did, knowing tired compressions would not get Freya’s heart to beat.

Baas stepped up to straddle her lifeless body. He placed his entwined hands between her breasts and used his entire weight to displace the blood from her heart into her body. He pumped hard and rhythmically. Still she was Asystole. Cal bagged her. “Come on.” they both chanted at her intermittently.

After 30 minutes of resuscitation, suddenly ventricular fibrillation appeared. They both froze for one single second gasping. Then Baas jumped off of her in a hurry as Cal stumbled throwing trays and whatever was in his way aside to hit the AED. He punched the button. She jolted and sucked in a breath. Slow but steady sinus rhythm came over the monitor. 

“That’s it!” Cal rushed to her side. He planted two fingers in her carotid. Bass slide his hand in her femoral. He nodded to Cal. “That’s it sweetheart! We got you… your little heart’s mine sweetie. I’ll let you go when I’m good and ready.” He turned dark and angry despite his soft spoken words. His hand slid onto her chest between her breasts. He closed his eyes feeling her chest rise with Baas’s forced breaths and her little heart beating hard.

“Spontaneous breathing… she’s breathing on her own Cal.” He reassured him, pulling out the bag off the valve. The tube was still jutting out of her throat but she chest still rose on its own.

***

Freya awoke hours later. She opened her eyes to a face staring at hers, just inches away. It was Cal. He lay next to her, his hand planted firmly on her chest, no doubt feeling the life beating beneath his skin. Her skin crawled knowing how intimate a gesture that was, but she knew she was in no position to fight back or protest right now. It didn’t work groaned. Tears filling her eyes spilling to the sides. She was so weak.  She hadn’t eaten in days, maybe even weeks. She knew she was getting nourishment intravenously but it wasn’t the same. Not only that but she’d been killed and resuscitated over and over. Her body was beginning to shut down. She hoped it would give out.

“Mornin babydoll.” Cal cooed and rubbed her battered chest. It was purple, sore, and swollen from all the CPR she’d received. Her throat was sore also from all the tubes and breathing apparatuses they’d used on her to get her breathing again.  No tube was in now but she could feel where it had been in her throat. She groaned.

“Hey Babydoll” Baas came up carrying something on his shoulder. Cal got up to help him set it up. It looked like a gym bench . She gulped. This was not good. They were both too happy for it to just be a great day. Please just give out she willed her heart. And don’t come back no matter how much they beg. She closed her eyes to hold in more tears. “You know sweetie…that was an awful thing to pull on us while we weren’t here.” His voice soft as butter. A cat purring before the claw. “But I own your heart sweetie. No if ands or buts about it. It stops when I say it stops. Cal came round looking straight in her eyes. They were cold. Calculated. Angry. A dust mask came out swiftly and was planted over her face before she could even react. She tried to pry his hands off with her free one, but she was too weak. “That’s it sweetheart. Breathe it in… juuuust like that sweetheart…yeah… my sweet lil heart.” She gulped in the chloroformed scent unwillingly until everything turned black.

When she came to, it was as she feared. She was now tied to the table with four thick leather belts. they were tight with no wiggle room. her head was in a downward trajectory relative to the rest of her body. three giant vats of water were near by. She knew instantly. They were going to drown her. Cal had mentioned it before. On the first day he’d taken her, he mentioned the ways he wanted to see her heart stopped and then restarted. He’ d done everything except this one. A tiredness she’d never felt before overtook her. She was ready. Im ready to die and never return, she told herself as she fell asleep.

“Hello Freya.” Baas said as she opened her eyes sometime later. He was standing over her leaning in to look into her eyes. Cal was on the other side. Both of them hovering over her. She might had been afraid before. Now she welcomed what they were going to so. “Shall we begin?” he rubbed her left nipple then pressed into her apex. She couldn’t move but the belts were gone.

“Here we go.” Cal interjected pulling her half off the bench. Baas picked up a large water jug and dumped it in a vat below her head. Cal pulled her further off the bench so her head and chest dipped down as he supported her neck. it was such a caring tender gesture, Freya was taken aback. He really believed he was doing something good. That this was intimacy. He wasn’t wrong necessarily. It was intimate. Her innermost organ stopping, his hands in the center of her chest. His breath forced into her lungs, it was intimate. At least he’d gotten her heart restarted all those times. This time she knew it wouldn’t restart.

She was now drawing her line in the sand. She was ready to drift off into the light. Cal stayed there a minute staring into her eyes. He smiled coldly. He was letting her go she realized. On his own terms. He slowly lowered her into the water. The water inched up her head, until her torso was fully submerged from the ribs up. Cal stood back with Baas waiting for her to take the water into her lungs.

Freya did feel afraid now. She knew it would hurt breathing in the water. She held her breath. After a minute she couldn’t anymore. She made her peace, and inhaled. Water flooded her throat triggering her coughing mechanism trying to expel the liquid from her. She gasped trying to take in air but only more water entered her trachea. Her body began spasaming.  A hand grasped hers. Despite the entire situation, it calmed her. Finally the light came above her and Freya stopped fighting. She headed for the light. All was white.

Cal stood watching, Bass next to him. It took shorter than he thought it would for her to flatline. She so willingly took the water into her lungs. Cal took her torso, Baas her legs and hauled her onto the awaiting surgical table. Cal went straight for her chest, straddling her to start compressions. Her breasts jigged and floped about as he manipulated her sternum to pump her heart. Baas took the ambu bag and began shoving air down her throat. It inflated and deflated with each bag full of breath he gave her, like she was swallowing something big.  Water drained from her mouth and Baas held her head to the side as Cal pumped. He righted her head when Cal hit 28 and squeezed another breath into her at 30. She filled up, cheeks, throat, chest, abdomen expanding, Cal continued his assult on her sternum. get the epi he told Baas. They gave her several rounds of epi and even intracardiac, but she never came out of flatline except once. After 30 minutes of resuscitation fib came on. It was the weakest motion either of them had ever seen.

“Clear.” Cal headed for the AED as Baas jumped off Freys’s torso. He hit the charge and she jerked, her breasts and body jiggling with the voltage. They paused a second. Cal stuck two fingertips into her femoral artery. Baas went for the carotid. The ECG went back into flatline. That’s when they knew she was gone.

“She’s gone!” Cal panted, shook his head and grabbed a tarp handing one end to Baas.

“I’ll take her to the Old Bayou on my way… Baas offered. Cal nodded.

[orbitariums]

patrick + black plus size reader who gained a lot of weight after previously being "skinny" and is super insecure about it.

cw: mentions of weight, yn is a bit dramatic and assumptive but it's for the plot!! written very quick. not smut but could be supplemented w smut in part two.

you sighed as you looked into the mirror, turning to your side to see your belly bulging from your jeans. just a few months months ago, these jeans fit perfectly fine, hugging your waist and your curves with ease. now, the jeans barely fit around your hips and the zipper was on its last leg.

the stress of winter semester had caused you to become a recluse, trapped in your dorm with textbooks piled in front of you, the faint glow of your desktop computer causing your eyes to blur over. the only thing that saved you and brought you comfort was food. and so, you'd eaten a lot of it. all day, every day — more than you ever had. when you weren't eating, you were gulping down iced lattes and redbull, and that wasn't much better.

patrick hadn't said anything about it, but somehow you felt guilt. here was your all-star athlete boyfriend who had the campus in a chokehold every where he went, praised for his agility and the sheer force of his toned, muscular body, and you were ruining his image whenever you were by his side. you didn't belong next to someone like him.

it didn't help that tashi and art were constantly tagging along as well, bursting into spontaneous conversation in the lunch line as they observed the menu — too much fat, not enough protein, hitting macros, avoiding carbs. you felt like a complete outsider.

it didn't help that every time you were with patrick, girls and boys alike seemed to eye you with a vitriol that wasn't there months ago, when you were smaller. you even heard whispers when you were alone — "if that's what patrick likes, i one hundred percent have a chance"; "isn't she like, slowing him down?"

you didn't feel like you had gained that much weight. but when you compared yourself to pictures from a few months ago, the change was palpable. you were ashamed to have gained so much in such a short period of time. the creeping fear that patrick was staying with you out of pity at this point was overwhelming, crashing over you like a black wave, until you couldn't take it anymore. he hadn't said anything, so you would.

"patrick," you called him into the room while you sat on the bed, he emerged from the bathroom, clean and smelling like aftershave, wearing a freshly ironed gray shirt and his favorite blue plaid boxers.

"yeah babe?" he crawled onto the bed, immediately attempting to entangle his body with yours, biting playfully at your cheek. he let out a huff of indignation when you moved away. you were clad in one of his t-shirts that used to be oversized on you and now clung more closely to your body, so you could see your stomach underneath, the shirt riding up your bare, thick thighs.

"why haven't you said anything about... you know," you began to retreat into yourself, playing with your hands and looking down.

patrick cocked his head, furrowing his brows. he chuckled slightly,

"no, i don't know. care to enlighten me?" you sighed deeply, looking right at him,

"i'm fat, patrick. you act like you haven't noticed."

patrick blinked once, hard, then narrowed his eyes at you. you continued as he slinked off the bed, pinching his eyes shut as he rubbed his temples with his fingers.

"i've gained like, forty pounds in the last few months and none of my clothes fit anymore, i'm practically crushing you whenever we cuddle or i'm on top—" patrick sucked his teeth loudly when you said that. you flung your hands up in the air, "you know it's true. why haven't you said anything? why are you even with me anymore?"

patrick groaned, throwing his head back,

"yn. i don't care about that shit. i'm with you because i like you. i don't care about your pants size."

"so, you have noticed," you retorted, not in the right frame of mind to actually acknowledge what he said.

"i mean, sure," he shrugged. "am i supposed to make a psa about it?"

you folded your arms, doubt spreading across your face as you began to realize that the thing you'd feared the most was really a nonfactor in patrick's eyes,

"baby, you look perfect to me. if that's what matters and you need to hear that, i'm telling you right now. and to be honest, i kinda like it."

you glared at him,

"what?"

he's dead serious, eyeing you down the way he does when you're challenging him and he's about to shut you up.

"more to love, right?"

you huff out a laugh,

"you can't be serious."

"it's fuckin' hot. plus your ass has gotten way fatter," his face morphed into that signature smug smirk of his and you actually do laugh this time, relieved and also realizing you should've predicted this sort of crass response from your boyfriend you knew so well.

come to think of it, horndog patrick, who was the most physical person you knew, had somehow become even more touchy recently. he constantly took any chance he could to slip behind you, pressing against you and wrapping his hands around your waist as you got ready in the mirror; when you were little spoon, he'd reach around and squeeze your tummy, kneading it with his fingers and kissing your neck; his hand somehow always found its way to your thighs, and he liked to warm his hand between the two of them. you hadn't noticed any sign that he was retreating... if anything, he seemed even more attached to you than before.

"you're fucking stupid," you giggled, throwing a pillow his way. he dodged it, then grinned.

"just needed to hear it huh?"

you nodded, curling your legs up in front of you as you locked eyes with him — something had shifted and you knew what was next.

"you really like it?"

patrick leaned down, setting both hands on the edge of the bed and inching closer to you.

"baby, i love it. i'll always love your body. now tell me you believe me."

"i believe you," you nodded slowly, your bottom lip jutting out slightly.

he reached out and tugged at your ankle, pulling you effortlessly to the edge. you yelped at the casual display of strength, sitting under him now, peering up with innocent eyes. your legs fluttered gently as you felt heat pool in your underwear — the way patrick looked at you like he was a predator stalking his prey turned you to putty every time. then his voice, quieter than before, deep and resonant,

"good. now let me show you how much."

[yudkowsky]

I understand why alchemists invented, and modern fiction writers use, systems with a few understandable Elements like Earth / Fire / Air / Water / Light / Dark.

I understand why even most nerds don't bother to study the Elements in real life. There's too many of them, and they don't neatly correspond to meaningful aspects of macro-level existence.

But just once I'd like to read a worked magical system where the author has looked up the properties of the real Elements, has put in all the work to build up a system of plausible-sounding correspondences, and the protagonist is a rare dual-element Tellurium-Iodine wizard.