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[triptychofvoids]

I want to get stronger, to build strength and muscle so I can defend people. is there anything I should know before I start working out? For a little context I would kind of be starting from nothing and im a little chubby.

ive given some advice on similar questions here and here!

but to add onto those (or reiterate a little), as ive said before it really depends what your end goal is and what that looks like for you! when it comes to building muscle though, it comes down mostly to weight training and eating enough food to actually sustain those muscles (all kinds of food of course are very important, but especially protein in this case)! id recommend starting small at first in terms of weight and working your way up as you get stronger, planning some workouts around building muscle groups at a time, and remembering to eat well, stretch, and give your muscles enough time to rest in between workouts

[pinkittwice]

Please list five things that make you happy, and if you can, send an ask into the inbox of the last ten people who reblogged from you, asking them to do the same!!! (Optional!)

OH! Hi Moss!! :D

Music

My dogs

Ice cream

My family

Day dreaming about my stories

Instead of reblogs, let's do this.

@dreaming-of-lu @cafecourage, @shrooms-nd-lulu @thesoftieanon @the-glitter-anon @wayfayrr (you too :D) @peepthatbish @my-insanity-is-an-artform

[mythtakens]

“these characters should be mentally healthy before they get together 😌” ummm no I actually think we should smash their mental illnesses together like clumps of play-doh and see what colors it makes

[egophiliac]

missed the mark by (looks at calendar) uhhh. hm. but I really wanted to do something for the 5th anniversary! happy five years to these idiots 🎉

[arcane-gold]

hello rookanis nation. can i present rel and lucanis’s dynamic. sun and moon trope, one with boundless energy and one who gets 2 hours of sleep a night, guy i pulled by being an idiot, etc. they’re special to me

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Maybe we never had a chance.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[stars-obsession-pit]

John Constantine sighed loudly, interrupting the discussion in the meeting room. He rubbed his forehead, clearly looking like he wanted to light a cigarette.

“Well, I do know someone who could probably help, but it’ll be… awkward.”

Zatanna raised an eyebrow. “Another jilted lover?”

John scowled. “I’ve pissed people off for far more than just sleeping with ‘em, you know. But… yes.”

Batman butted in, “And you’re sure they’ll help?”

“Hopefully.”

“That doesn’t reassure me,” Flash remarked snidely.

John opened his mouth to rebuke Flash’s words, but Wonder Woman spoke up first. “It’s still better than nothing. Unless they’re likely to attack you.” She turned towards John. “…Are they likely to attack you?”

“Nah, Clockwork ain’t the type. And a few years won’t have changed that.” John paused, then sighed again. “Anyway… give me a couple hours and I should be able to set up a summoning circle. Even if he doesn’t show up immediately, he should be able to feel it.”

When they reconvened, John stood in front of a decidedly unimpressive looking ritual circle, wearing a strange medallion.

“Really? That’s it? You’re sure this guy is powerful enough to deal with this?”

“Fuck off. I told you we’d dated, of course I have a leg up in contacting him. It wouldn’t work if you tried this.”

“Is everything ready?” Batman cut off further arguing.

“Yeah, should be.”

John uncorked a small vial of a glowing fluid and downed it in one gulp, grimacing. Clearing his throat, he turned around and began to chant. Except instead of words, what came from his mouth was an sibilant hiss of static, like a radio tuned to dead air.

At first, not much appeared to happen, but then the world began to slow down, the colors graying further and further as the effect intensified. Only Constantine seemed untouched, continuing his chant unabated.

Suddenly, time seemed to skip like an old record, and the effect was gone. Blinking away the haze from their eyes, the gathered heroes noticed a new figure in the room.

A baby.

Everyone turned to stare at John Constantine, silently demanding answers to the same question.

“Did you seriously have a kid with a godlike being and then abandon them?”

[rainbow-sunshine-unicorn]

Yes Anthony is obsessed with Kate to an alarming degree but consider this from his perspective, the hottest woman he knows not only loves him back, and agreed to marry him but she also cured his insomnia

So it’s completely understandable that he’s decided to dedicate the rest of his life to worshipping the ground she walks on

[vaguely-concerned]

thinking about not only the specific people lucanis pulls in to represent the 'locks' in his psyche, but the storytelling that happens in the structure/order of them. the underlying ideas are presented something like:

the lucanis who went into the ossuary never came back out again; he died down there (the boy caterina raised is gone forever) -> you're putting yourself in danger doing this (by being close to me), you should leave because I can't bear it if you get hurt because of me -> it doesn't matter even if we do try this, it won't work anyway (again because of me) ('you know what he's like, you can open the door but he won't walk through it' :'( oofie doofie) -> what if the real secret is that there was never anything but the monster in here from the beginning. you should leave, there was never anything here worth saving in the first place. (implicitly: what if I deserved what happened, all along.)

it runs pretty cleanly from outward-oriented attachment anxiety ('caterina won't even want me back like this, she won't recognize me (the same way I no longer recognize myself)) and gradually deeper inwards until we reach self-image and self worth. or you know, the harrowing basic lack of it lol.

"careful -- they'll know we're not right," spite says in one of their first scenes... but clearly, some very deep part of lucanis has feared or suspected for much longer than that that there's something inherently not right at the core of him, way before any demon entered the picture. and the voice he gives those lines to is the person who should know him better than anyone in the world, who he has loved more than anyone in the world -- and who deliberately chose to hurt him so horrifically anyway. 'It's better if I'm just a monster and deserved what happened than it is to allow for the idea that the brother I love doesn't really exist and maybe never did'. it's better if he's fundamentally flawed in some way that needed fixing to help him survive, and that's why caterina chose to hurt him again and again -- out of love. (this one I think he might have a very sad wakeup call on one day if he ever ends up with the responsibility and care of a child of his own in some way and realizes just how alien the idea of ever intentionally hurting them for any reason is to him. oh buddy. also interesting that he keeps caterina as the outermost lock -- there IS a distance he keeps there that he hasn't with illario. he doesn't resent her 'anymore' he says, but he also keeps her carefully further away from his deepest self.)

as far as I could tell the only note in the mind prison that's fully hidden and needs to be uncovered is the sad painful helpless stupid little truth that even after all this, even knowing what happened... he still loves his brother. is there anything illario could ever do that would make lucanis completely stop loving him, do you think? sometimes the trouble with unconditional love is that it is, well. unconditional, even when some terms and conditions probably would have been in order haha.

that's the pattern you see there again and again; he would rather destroy and abandon and imprison himself at every turn than let go of love, even when it's just scraps, even when there's only ever enough of it to hurt him. it's only when rook shows up and as it were takes his hand and walks along with him that he can entertain the idea of changing the story of what walking out the door might mean in the end.

[pearlore]

david attenborough voice. The L D Shadowlady

[hextechmaturgy]

icarus hades 2 is so funny to me. a character you don't even meet until you reach chamber 20 or 30-something of the SURFACE (which you can't get to at all until you're a few runs into the underworld) is the reason the protagonist is missing a limb. he's the person making the hammers melinoë's fated to utilize (because daedalus retired) but he's like hehe don't mention it, and just the fact that he shows up at all is hilarious because he just? got in the mood to fight in a war that involves gods and titans? you see heracles fighting around too but fighting is kind of his thing. icarus has wings, a few bombs and a crush, and damn if he's not gonna be doing some cool shit with that

[eriyu]

oops!!!!!!!! accidentally caught the script up to msq!!!!

i honestly did not think this was going to be possible with the amount of time left after i finished 6.0, but here we are!!!!!!!

the entire msq, at your fingertips!!!!!!!!!

please know that i will NOT be doing dawntrail's MSQ immediately after it drops though. i want to enjoy playing through for the first time without making it into a job. i hope to get to it before TOO too long, though 💖

[anastacialy]

guys, i think the hermits are going to accidentally start a prank war again. because just like last time, a game of telephone has begun. first, false made iskall's build into ''false beans,'' her shop from the previous season. however, to give herself plausible deniability, she signs it with "love, Joel. x" due to his username, smallishbeans.

next, iskall sees this, and completely believes it. he thinks it was joel who pranked him, and as he says to pearl while showing off the sign, which he kept even after tearing the prank down, "joel gave me a kiss." in his most recent video, he pranks joel by sending him loads of anonymous messages in order to completely spam and fill his inbox, preventing him from getting any more mail, with notes such as "thinking about you. x"

of course, joel is going to have absolutely no context for this, because he didn't make the initial prank. so who is joel going to assume sent him all those messages while he was away on holiday? well, i have a guess.

etho.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Rindou is so done rn (damn it Ran)

[lgbtlunaverse]

So I've said multipe times now (here and here) that thinking nmj is just so blinded by privilege he doesn't undertand that acting out of line gets people killed is, in my opinion, a misunderstanding of his character that ignores the part where he's, you know, actively dying the whole time and thinks that's a good thing. But that doesn't mean I don't think privilege plays no role at all in how he views the world.

Specifically, his view that death (at least premature or violent death) means something.

Death isn't always a tragedy to NMJ, but it is always meaningful. If you kill an evil dangerous person for your righteous cause, that death had meaning. There was evil in the world and now there is less of it. Similarly, if you die in the pursuit of your righteous cause, that death has meaning, because the sheer dedication you gave to it that you were willing to die for it will further that cause, and your bretheren will be invigorated by your sacrifice to fight even harder.

If a death isn't meaningful, that's an injustice and it is up to the living to give it meaning. That's what cuts so deep about his father's murder. There were no consequences, no changes, no meaning. Wen Ruohan was just going to get away with it! He fights and wins an entire war to make it mean something, to make it so that the unjust murder of Nie Mingjue's father is part of Wen Ruohan's downfall.

But this is a view he can only hold because he's the kind of person who's death will be meaningful. Most ordinary people's deaths are meaningless. Not ontologically, not inherently, but they are made meaningless because no one cares. For death to be meaningful you either have to be so powerful that anything you risk your life for will be impacted in some way. (Like, say, if you sacrifice a long life for immense martial power in a faustian bargain with a blade) Or if people with that kind of power care enough about you to do so for you. For most people, this isn't true. A starving street kid has no power to change the unfair world that put them there, even if they risk their life trying, and no one will do it for them once they die.

Nie Mingjue knows this in abstract, and of course rightfully believes it's wrong. But all that does is make it yet another righteous cause people should be willing to die for. Everyone's deaths should mean something, we'll make it so or die trying!

This is what the conflict between nieyao is about at its core. Because Jin Guangyao, fundamentally, cannot conceive of his own death as meaningful. Nie Mingjue grew up around powerful men who could change the world but refuse to do so because god forbid they risk a single hair on their perfect heads. Meng Yao, on the other hand, grew up in an environment where no one of importance would blink twice if you died. He was surrounded by meaningless death. Indeed his entire early life is defined by that lack of care.

Meng Shi dies and no one cares. Meng Yao gets thrown off a flight off stairs and no one cares. He has to be the one to do the caring, and once he's gone no one else will do it for him.

So he has to live.

Jin Guangyao eventually gets far enough that he actually does aquire the power to change some things... as long as he's alive. If he changes too much, holds on too tightly to his ideals, he'll die and it'll all be for nothing. He can't sacrifice himself for his goals because doing so would immediately render those goals unobtainable. No one will care about what he tried to do. He won't be a heroic sacrifice, he'll just be trash that finally cleaned itself up.

And well... Nie Mingjue dies, and someone makes it mean something. Makes it mean so much that the entire story of mdzs would not exist without it. Jin Guangyao dies and it doesn't mean anything. Most people are glad to be rid of him, and the few that are not don't do anything to change that.

[b6d11f]

at my best, I'm a sacrificial lamb at my best, I am something you could handle