#nastic

[viejospellejos]

El Málaga asciende a 2ª división con un gol en la última jugada de la prórroga y ASÍ lo narraron los comentaristas del club catalán rival:

[elarea]

Viejos pins (116)

Hoy le toca a los catalanes del Club de Futbol La Pobla de Mafumet del municipio tarraconense homónimo. Fundados en 1953 los "Pobletanos" son actualmente filial del Gimnàstic de Tarragona.

El 28 de junio de 2015, el club logró el ascenso a Segunda B, marcando un hito deportivo en su historia. Permaneció en esta división desaparecida durante una única temporada.

[peregrinatioblog]

24.09.220 Club Gimnàstic de Tarragona – CE Sabadell FC 2:0 Nou Estadi Costa Daurada (6.819)

[spilladabalia]

Notic Nastic - Sleeptight

[heybosslady]

I can’t believe I get to watch hockey AND gymnastics tn

[misandriste]

🗣🗣🗣 JAM-NASTIC LESSONS OF THE YMCA!!!

Katie McGrath as Jules Daly in A PRINCESS FOR CHRISTMAS (2011)

[tchousovitina]

I did execute my plan successfully yesterday:

✔️got married

✔️ got up at 2:30 am to watch nastics

[lovelyllamasblog]

Rouge Heels ❤️ (@/red_red_heels on Instagram)

Parent’s Story: The Red Shoes

Powerful Qualities: Adventurous, dedicated, hard working

Roommate: Princess Swan (@swangelical and @/theprincessswan on Instagram)

Birthday: July 28

Star Sign: Leo ♌

Secret Heart’s Desire: I want to dance forever! Well, not on and on. I just want to be able to dance till I get old. Dance is my passion!

My “Magic” Touch: I can dance, but not just “dance.” I can dance everything! Just give me a beat.

“Oh Curses!” Moment: Sometimes when I get too excited with a jam, my feet just start to move by themselves and I kinda get out of control.

Storybook Romance: I like to dance alone, but it would be great to have good company.

Favorite Subject: Grimm-nastics. There’s nothing better than moving your body!

Least Favorite Subject: Muse-ic. It’s very embarrassing when the teacher starts to sing and I can’t hold myself back.

Best Friends Forever After: Ashlynn Ella, Catlin in Boots, Princess Swan, and Juditty Iris

Pet: Rubby the Red Panda

[coffeebanana]

trick or treat

HAHA WDYM IT'S NOT HALLOWEEN ANYMORE PFFFFFT

but ANYWAYS. here's a little ficlet inspired by nastic and thigmotropic movement in plants. as you requested ages ago 😂

i meant for a little light angst. but, uh...it did not turn out that way. blame ladrien--all they wanted to do was make out

.......

“Isn’t it cool?” 

The enthusiasm in Adrien’s voice made Ladybug smile, but it failed to draw her attention to the video playing from his phone. Which was his own fault, really—for being so irresistible. And for letting her get far too comfortable in her current position, lying on his chest on the sofa in his room, lazily trailing her toes against his calf as the video’s musical accompaniment petered out.

“Mhm,” she mumbled into his T-shirt, her own hot breath puffing back at her. “The coolest.”

“That’s all you have to say?”

She shrugged, taking the opportunity to snuggle in a little closer. “Mmm. Tired.”

A chuckle rumbled through his chest, and as his arms tightened around her waist, Ladybug had only one thought: I never want this moment to end.

Then Adrien betrayed her.

She squealed as he began tickling her sides—lightly at first, then harder as she struggled to bat his hands away. Just as she started to run out of breath, he finally relented. She pushed herself up, pinning his arms by his side and blowing a tuft of hair out of her face as she glared down at him. “Hey!”

He smirked. “You weren’t watching.” 

“I was too!”

He merely quirked an eyebrow. 

“Oh yeah? So what was it about?”

“It was, well, you know. It was…” She gestured vaguely with one hand, scowling when his smile only widened. “Okay, fine. I wasn’t watching.”

He clicked his tongue. “Such betrayal—the likes of which I’d never imagine from one who claims to love me.”

Fighting back a smile, Ladybug rolled her eyes. If she’d had known Adrien could be this dramatic before she’d started dating him, then…well, she wouldn’t have changed a thing. But he didn’t need to know that.

“I guess I’ll need to find some way to repay you,” she said, trying to feign boredom. But she couldn’t help the way her eyes slid to his lips.

And she definitely couldn’t help the way her stomach fluttered when he noticed where her eyes had landed. His breath hitched, eyes glued to hers as she leaned down, sliding a hand down his arm, fingers grazing wrist, and… A-ha!

Stealing his phone right from his hand, she quickly rolled off his chest, laughing at his squawk of protest. She landed in a crouch on the floor, phone clutched to her chest. “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted me to watch it.”

He let out a low whine, running a hand through his already dishevelled hair. Ladybug bit her lip, hoping the pain might distract her from the warmth pooling in her stomach. And between her legs. 

“I…did,” he said. It seemed almost painful for him to admit.

Ladybug was starting to have regrets of her own. But she had to see this through. “W-well, good then. Great!” She turned away from him, settling in cross-legged on the floor with her back against the couch. “I’ll just do that then.”

She raised the phone up to eye-level, only to be met by a locked screen.

Adrien laughed. “Need some help with that?”

“I mean, I guess. If you really want to.”

“Oh, I do.” He shifted onto his side, then slid his arm slowly past her shoulder, taking his time to punch in the code. His face hovering right beside hers. He gave her arm a squeeze when he finally retreated, breath whispering against her cheek. “Enjoy.”

Right. The video.

This time, Ladybug truly tried to pay attention. It was some time lapse of a plant curling its way up a wooden post, and even if she didn’t quite get the appeal, she loved that Adrien was so excited about it. 

But he wasn’t making it easy to focus.

“You know,” he whispered, lips grazing her ear. “The way it moves at the beginning is because it’s seeking out stimuli.” 

“Uh-huh...” 

It took every bit of her self-control not to lean towards him as he pulled away. 

Luckily, she wasn’t deprived of his presence for long. He set a hand on her shoulder as the video came to an end.

“And when it winds its way up the post…” His fingers slipped down to her bicep, curling around her arm to mimic the plant’s trajectory. “Well, then it’s just responding to touch.”

“Imagine that,” she gasped. Her back arched as his lips ghosted across her neck.

“So..." He nuzzled her cheek. "What did you think of the video, Love Bug?”

Ladybug closed her eyes and turned her head, blindly seeking the warmth of his lips. 

She smiled when they connected. “I think it might have taught me a few things.”

[smoqueen]

Jim Nastics

[stampzt]

Deana Nastic | RARITY GALLERY

[ratmans-notebooks]

wasnt born there but louisiana was a fundamental part of my childhood its where i did ballet tap & gym,nastics when i was three - five years old and i remember the food and the playgrounds and our house with the exposed insulation that always smelled like brick dust and thats when i got into puff the magic dragon and i still have 5 billion dragon plushies from people giving them 2 me as gifts

[slasheru]

Accidentally dropped horsehead mikeless's head and catched it w mc's thighs like nachos uwu

Excellent athletics work, A+++ grade in him-nastics (that's like gymnastics but with dude parts)

[duksi]

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[mihaisvacuum]

nastics is so close I can taste it

[aboutbirds]

14

nights exist, nightshade exists the dark side, the cloak of namelessness exists

the northern limits of consciousness exist, there where what is dreamed opens and closes its northerly crown in nastic turnings

without day and night being definitely placed, without nadir, zenith straight below or above and without

the naos, the innermost space of the cell revealing whether the seed in an inner sky gathers the limits of consciousness into a point a flowering point where like a bit of sunshine ice ages exist, ice ages exist

where like a bit of fire the insects' wingless Nike exists, neither victory nor defeat, just the solace of nothing; the solace of names, that nothing has a name, namelessness has a name

that names exist, names like narwhal nettle, names like carnation, tawny owl and nightjar, names like nightingale, new moon evening primrose, naiads, and the other kind of name in which a word when named is scent like the narwhal's name for Arctic seas, the nettles' names for fever, like carnations'

names for light reflected into factory-white nights, like the tawny owl's, the nightjar's names for feathers, the nightingale's names for being an Old World warbler hidden in moist thickets like the new moon's names for Earth and Sun the evening primrose family's names for kinship like the naiads' names for being pondweed whispering the naiads' names in wind

Inger Christensen, from alphabet, tr. Susanna Nied