#tw: exercise

[hyperfocusthusly]

Did my first arm related workout for ages and I’m now the Mayor of tremble town

[misseyres]

before i went to treatment in 2022 i was in the best physical shape of my life; i was so muscular and strong and it brought me so much gender euphoria!! and then last year i was working 2 jobs + moving + trying to do more gentle movement & somatic movements for my trauma healing so I didn't do much strength training but now!! after six months of ballet & 2.5 of cross training & a stretching regimen i am looking so strong again and it makes me soooo happy

[evanbuckleysarms]

I hate exercising on my period but the guilt of not exercising runs sooooo strong

[katarrinskey]

Brotherly grave Wanted to do something with a bit more thought behind it

[maximura]

[fitnessadvicethatfitsinyourlife]

Our society has created this whole dogma around exercise where you're just supposed to hate it. It's supposed to feel like a painful chore to the point where it's frequently used as a punishment even for grade school kids.

And honestly what fucking garbage is that? Movement serves two purposes: function & joy

It should never be a punishment. Movement should fulfill a need or physically feel good. Preferably both, but that's not always feasible.

Therefore exercise should either: facilitate function or increase joy. That's it.

Doing burpees until you throw up does neither. Grueling exercise promotes injury and a hatred of exercise, and there's simply no reason for that kind of exertion to be considered normal fitness.

[samebenreyiwasbefore]

you cannot kill me in a way that matters

[satoblue]

it is such a small detail but i like to think young child satoru was very well mannered as he ate food but as a teen and adult, he didn’t really care much for it at all. he’ll clean around his mouth with a tissue, sure, but he doesn’t care about getting messy. it feels gratifying, since growing up he was most likely taught to eat delicately and cleanly bc it was only fitting for someone they saw as a vessel to a god

[atlantis-just-drowned]

"I would help you bury a corpse!"

Well I would bury yours.

I would carry your weight on my shoulders and walk for miles and miles and miles. I would bring you where you always said your heart belonged. Where you always wanted to rest and explore. I would watch the sun set and dig the most comfortable grave for you to sleep in. I would carve your name into a stone with my own hands and write how much I loved you. I would lay you down into the freshly turned earth with all the gentleness I could muster and press a kiss to your cold forehead. I would tell you goodnight and wish you beautiful dreams. I would cover your pale body with the soil and the salt of my tears. I would plant your favourite flowers upon your grave. I would visit you every time your absence would weigh too heavily on my soul. I would give you rest. I would give you peace. Because it's what you would deserve, above all else.

[gayvephelis]

just troll with it au. because riptide killed my theythemma okay.

[buddie-buddie]

let me go home (i'm just too far from where you are)

9.5k - T - established bucktommy

Tonight is going to be perfect.

The dinner, the wine, and then, when the moment’s right, he’ll ask Evan to move in. It isn’t the grand proposal Tommy’s saving for later on down the line, but it’s the first step. And it’s one he can hardly wait to take. 

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to wait much longer. He’s washing the last of the dishes when he hears Evan’s car door closing in the driveway. Tommy wipes his hands on a towel, excitement bubbling in his chest as he heads to the front door, ready to greet his boyfriend. 

When he swings the door open, his words die in his throat. 

Evan stands on the porch in front of him, pale and hollowed out, his eyes distant and unfocused. His hands tremble where they hang at his sides, covered in blood. Blood stains streak across his t-shirt, every inch of him radiating exhaustion and something deeper, something raw. 

“Evan," Tommy breathes, his heart lurching. “Are you okay?”

Evan doesn’t say anything. He just stands there, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Concern washes over Tommy in waves. His mind races with possibilities, each one more horrifying than the last.

“Evan,” he tries again, more insistent this time.

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[woozi]

MAESTRO SEVENTEEN — 2024

[frownyalfred]

a what-if scenario, as proposed by @lurkinglurkerwholurks and developed by myself, @audreycritter and lurker over on discord.

The original what-if: You know those delightful scenarios where Bruce is so pressed or scared or in danger that he yells for Superman and Clark POOF appears? Take alllllllllll of those, all that fear and pain and desperation...What would be required in that moment for Bruce to yell Clark’s name instead of Superman?

He’s so so so careful. Would it be an extreme amount of those emotions, like Jason’s death? Or is it something he specifically needs Clark for and needs him NOW? Like how much would that scare the living snot out of Clark to hear?

What if: Bruce finds Lois close to death -- maybe a few seconds away from dying, and it's a sure thing. Her heart is still beating, but she doesn't have long.

It’s kind of like a scene in a movie, where something happens that’s so big, so quietly awful, everything slows down and the rules don’t matter anymore. Internally, Bruce would go really still and hyperfocus to figure out how to fix this, but he’s not stupid.

Bruce sees Lois and knows. He clears the comms, kneels down next to her, and calls for Clark -- all in less than five seconds. Because there's no one else to make those snap judgements right now other than him -- or even knows why they need to be made.

Clark hearing his name shouted like that would make his entire world go staticky with panic. Because hearing Superman’s name shouted like that by Bruce Wayne has always meant the end of the world, and somehow this is so much worse.

He’d hesitate for a second because surely it’s a mistake? Why would Bruce call him that on open comms? Why is Bruce's heart suddenly pounding in his chest?

Bruce calls him Clark for two reasons: 1) Because he's about to give Clark the worst news of his life and 2) to remind him of his humanity. To remind him he's Clark at his core, because what he's about to see will shake those very foundations.

There’s nothing they can do. No medevac, Clark can’t take her anywhere. She will die, and it’s a certain thing. Lois just needs to see Clark. She needs to be able to say goodbye.

Bruce is both their friends and that’s what makes it worse. The weight of that grief -- grief for Clark, but also Lois because she is his friend too. He loves her, too, in a completely different way. And now he’s watching another person he loves die in front of him and he can’t stop it.

[satoblue]

most likely YOU will be the one calming satoru down in the hospital room when you’re giving birth