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bahorell · 3 years

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Les Amis (& co.) and what they’re like camping

Enjolras: Is kinda scared of the woods. Also he’s that guy that really has a hard time putting his phone down because “I just have to respond to this one email”. “Yeah give me one second I’m dealing with a work thing”. “omg did you hear about what’s happening in Canada? It’s horrible those poor people” “Enj the point of this is to get away from everything for a couple days” “Right I know…”. So if there’s even one bar of service they gotta go find a different place. When he isn’t on his phone he’s very active in all his friends activities. He’s not super outdoors-y so he mostly tags along when other people do things. He’ll have Baz or Courf take him on rides on their paddle boards. He’ll tag along when Chetta and Ferre go on hikes. He’ll be Feuilly’s little helper person when Feuilly’s working on building the fire. Or he’ll just hand out with people at camp or on the beach of the lake/river and just talk.

Combeferre: Loves camping because of all the bugs and critters! Found the tiniest little frogs on the shore of the lake one time and made everybody look at them. Brings plant and animal and bug ID books with him and will take little leaves or flowers and stick them in the pages of the book when he thinks he found a match. He doesn’t usually snack too much when he’s at home but when he’s in the woods he is always eating something and it’s really when he’ll let himself just go balls to the wall with the junk food. The only thing he doesn’t really like about camping is that he doesn’t get to go on jogs in the morning because he’s smart enough to not run into the woods in the middle of nowhere with no service by himself.

Courfeyrac: Has an inflatable paddle board that he bought! He likes to play lifeguard and will paddle around to all his friends who are swimming and give them rides to shore. He likes to share his paddle board with his friends but he didn’t have enough money to buy a super super fancy one that has a large weight capacity so usually if someone else is on it with him it sinks into the water enough to stress him out. Also he shares a big tent with Combeferre and Enjolras and he likes to sleep in the middle of the two of them.

Joly: Invested in a super super cute small teardrop camping trailer a couple years ago. It’s easier for him to get in and out of than a tent or god forbid a hammock (Bahorel has to lift him into it then Joly wants to get in one… this is also partially because Bahorel sets up all the hammocks and they are p much impossible to get in unless you are also 6’7”) The inside of the camper is just a bed and the back hatch opens up to cabinets and drawers and a counter and stuff that makes a nice little make shift kitchen. He’ll set up the camp stove and the cooking area right next to it. He’s not super involved in any of the cooking it just gives him less stress when the food area is organized and the table legs are on a flat surface.

Jehan: Jehan tells the ghost stories. They aren’t very good at telling ghost stories so nobody really gets scared (except for Marius and if they’re really doing a good job Enj will get a little spooked). They also wake up with the sunrise so they’re up and ready to start the day at like 5am… and they really aren’t quiet about it so they manage to wake up 2/3 of everybody else at camp. Has more dietary needs than other people so when every one gets together to build a grocery list and meal plan for the trip they’ll make their own list. They really don’t mind because they HATE sharing snacks so having their own little baby cooler all to themselves is the best. Bousset: Somehow manages to have the most amazing balance and can get on and off Bahorel or Courf’s paddle boards like it’s nothing but when he gets in the canoe with anybody they somehow always tip it over within like 20 seconds. He is the opposite of Jehan he’ll sleep until like 2 in the afternoon if one of them doesn’t come to wake him up. He’s also usually in charge of getting all the booze together for the trip bc he’s very aware of what everyone likes to drink. He takes turns with Chetta sleeping in the trailer with Joly since not all three of them can fit. When he’s not sleeping in the tent he’s sharing a tent with Grantaire.

Feuilly: Fire guy. Loves the fire. Is always excited for the sun to go down so he can start the campfire. Will not take his eyes off the fire. I mean seriously. They once played never have I ever and when it got to be his turn they timed him to see how long it would take for him to realize it was his turn bc he was too busy staring at the fire to pay attention (it was a solid 4 minutes). Sleeps in a tiny little one person tent that would make anybody else claustrophobic but he LOVES it. He does set up a hammock right next to Bahorel’s. He doesn’t sleep in it but the two of them will take naps together in their hammocks. He also has to dowse his body in SPF 10000000000+ because he’s the whitest person ever, and somehow he still manages to get a sunburn on some part of his body.

Bahorel: He’s the guy thats super picky about the camp spot. “eh i mean this one is cool but it’s a little too close to the other campsite and I don’t wanna be that close to other people thats the point of this trip is to get away from everybody.” “This one WOULD be perfect but it doesn’t have good access to the lake so it’s gonna be hard for those of us that have boats to get down there” “Bahorel the boat ramp is like 1/8 of a kilometer away we can just walk down to that…” “i mean we COULD… but it just kinda sucks” Also Bahorel has this super nice hammock system with like a bug net and a rain tarp, he will not sleep on the ground because he is scared of bugs and also the baby boy likes getting rocked to sleep. He always follows Feuilly around when he’s looking for a place to put his tent and he’ll set up his hammock right next to him. And he WAILS to Feuilly when they get back home because his SKINCARE ROUTINE GOT MESSED UP FEUILLY OHHH MY GODDDD

Grantaire: Not super big on camping but if he’s with his friends he’s having fun. There’s something about being in the woods that makes him quiet… but not in a sad way. He feels really peaceful when he isn’t dealing with a bunch of people in a big city (Even tho he loves the city). He always brings stuff so that he can draw or paint the mountains or his friends on the lake but he usually doesn’t get enough time to really make anything more than a sketch. He’s not scared of water but he avoids going in the lake if it’s not a part of it that’s deeper than his tummy. He won’t get in the boats unless there’s a lot of coaxing (usually by Enj)

Marius: LOVES being in the woods. I mean really loves it. Surprisingly it’s usually Marius that sends out the text to the group chat that’s like “hey is everybody free in a couple weekends? I wanna go camping!” He just really doesn’t like going by himself or going with just one or two people. He wakes up super early as well and usually will sit with Jehan and share coffee waiting for everybody else to wake up. Sometimes the two of them will go on a little walk together. He winds down pretty early in the evening though since he wakes up so early and is usually ready for bed by like 8:45pm. He’s also that guy that wants to eat all the berries on the bushes they walk past and has almost given Combeferre a heart attack like 7 times.

Eponine: She’s… alright to camp with. She gets kinda grumpy in the mornings because of how cold it is but she warms up (both temperature wise, but also her mood) once she’s eaten and it’s gotten warmer out. She really just likes to lay in one of the communal hammocks and read book after book. She’ll also tag along with Gavroche on a lot of his little adventures. When she’s not with Gavroche or letting Combeferre show her all the little bugs and cool plants he found, she just sunbathes. For HOURS straight. Going camping for her is just a really long fun weekend to get her tan on.

Cosette: She’s so fun to camp with!! She’s like… the best person to camp with. She always does the planning and researches everything there is to do at and near the campsite. She knows all the hiking trails nearby and what areas have service and which ones don’t. She knows which campsites have lake/river access. She also makes the best camp coffee. It’s really the only time she drinks coffee unless it’s like… finals week or she’s got an early flight or something. She also ALWAYS has to tell her dad where they’re going. She shares her location and route with him on the drive there and texts him to let him know she’s about to lose service and texts him the second she has a bar of service. He’s just very protective and she wants to make sure that he knows she’s safe. Plus if anything DOES happen he knows where she’s going and can come save the day.

Musichetta: She sleeps like the entire time she’s camping. She’ll wake up in the morning and move from her tent or the camper and go lay in one of the communal hammocks near the fire ring and doze off with her hot chocolate… which she has spilled a couple times. Once it warms up a little she’s walk down to the lake or river and lay down, get her tan on, and take a nap. One of her favorite things is to go on hikes with Combeferre. He’s one of the only people in the group that can keep up with her. If they go with other people usually by the time they reach the end of the trail the rest of the group is about 2 miles behind them. One of the best parts of camping for her is going home and showering after not showering for like 3 or 4 days.

Gavroche: Spends the entirety of the first day trying to find the perfect tree to put the perfect swing on. He also likes to try to find any big rocks near the campsite and go bouldering and run around on top of them. He still really has that childhood curiosity about everything and no fear. He’ll run off trail trying to find deer or elk. If he doesn’t get back home with a couple scratches or bruises he doesn’t consider it a good camping trip. He also will swim out to Bahorel’s paddle board and Bahorel will grab him out of the water and throw him back in. Gavroche thinks it’s the most fun thing in the world even though he’s growing really fast and it’s taking a little bit more muscle every year for Bahorel to throw him as far as Gav wants him to.

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wellashell · 3 years

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omg remember when everyone was obsessed with thigh gaps and people were spreading lies that if you don’t have one you’re overweight? remember how now being “thick” is the healthiest thing you can be but only if your hips and ass are popping and your tummy is flat? remember how women’s body types are literally trends and in ten years the beauty industry is going to decide that big foreheads are in and inward facing kneecaps are what’s vogue and people will swarm plastic surgeries to look like that and do you ever just want to throw everything you know about your body image away and smash all your mirrors and just abandon society as a whole because it’s impossible to live fully content as a woman?!? anyway 🦤

#beauty industry #commentary #health

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dandelion-vines · 4 years

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Omg I love your shorts so much!!!!!! How do you feel about writing weight gain? Like geralt has been subtly fattening jaskier up on the road and loves his big tummy

I hyper fixated on the word “love” and now this is vanilla lol

Feel free to send in another more specific prompt, i can 100% write another thing with a kinkier take, just send in an ask :).

tags: use of the word fat, idiots in love, blowjob, cum play

Jaskier's a skinny boy. It's the first thing Geralt notices, the way he desperately grabs the bread off the floor, smacking away the dust and grime to take a bite out of it. He's fucking starved; obviously comes from a rich family if the clothes are anything to go by, but they most definitely don't support him anymore, what with the skeleton-like fingers and the sharp swoop of his cheek.

No, a boy so pretty should be taken care of. No matter, it's not like Geralt can take care of him. He drinks his ale and resolutely ignores the fact that the pretty boy is walking over to him, a sway in his too-loose breeches.

Geralt heads back on the Path with Jaskier trailing behind him because fuck, if no one's gonna take care of the pretty boy, it may as well be him, then.

They fall into bed together not three days later. Geralt's breath catches when he sees him in the nude, ribs visible through the thin of his skin, hip bones jutting at the end of a flat stomach. Geralt spends the night being oh-so-careful with him, gently cupping his hips as to not break him as they fuck. In another world, Geralt would have called it making love.

Jaskier makes him human. He makes Geralt soft, dammit, and witchers aren’t supposed to be soft. Bards, on the other hand, are meant to be fed fat and kept happy. Well, at least that what Geralt thinks; he's never really met any other bards. He starts slow, giving the starving Jaskier an extra half rabbit at dinner, fruit at breakfast and a sweet after every lunch.

His coinpouch is fat, what with the sunny season bringing out every monster under the sky, and he can afford to splurge on his bard.

Yes, his bard. They hold hands and call each other ‘darling.’ It's a disgustingly adorable, Lambert would say. Hasn't it only been a month, Eskel would ask. And to that, Geralt would say ‘yeah, so what?’ Jaskier thinks he’s ridiculous.

Apparently, humans moved fast in a relationship. Witchers didn't show see each other in the nude till the second year of marriage.

Anyway-- he watches with a small smile as Jaskier digs into his slab of beef, moaning around his fork. Geralt sneaks half his own onto the bard's plate (Jaskier’s drunk enough to not notice), adoring the way his cheeks have filled out to be soft and supple, and how his rings are all the more tight now.

He kisses his boyfriend ever so sweetly in their too-hard inn bed, and rides his cock as he watches the chub on his bell jiggle just barely with each of Geralt's movements.

"Geralt!" They're at the coast, spending their first winter together by the lovely seaside, and Geralt has taken impossible pleasure in not making Jaskier walk behind Roach and work the calories off of each meal Geralt feeds him. He walks into their bedroom, Jaskier pouting at the mirror with his old breeches pooled around his ankles.

He's got curves now, and Geralt thinks the arch of his waist is breathtaking, the same adoration he feels when he notices the soft roll under the bard’s bellybutton fills him.

Geralt smiles, draping himself over the bards back as his hands trail up the pale of his chest, letting his fingers comb up his thick hair, and come to cup the small tits that rest around his nipples.

He hadn't noticed how big Jaskier's gotten, and apparently, Jaskier hadn't either. "This is all your fault," he pouts, "I'm ugly." He pokes at his stomach, tears welling his eyes as it jiggles. "I told you to quit with the sweets-- now look at me." Jaskier melts into Geralt's arms, pressing the soft skin of his back against Geralt's chest, seeking comfort. And Geralt thinks it's finally time to let him know just how he feels about him like this.

"You're gorgeous," he mutters. And Jaskier clearly doesn't believe him, mouth set into a grimace. Geralt leads him away from the mirror and onto their feather stuffed bed, coaxing his lover into laying down.

Geralt quickly shucks his shirt off, cock chubbing up as he straddles his lover's thighs. "Gods, look at you, you're so fucking fat.” He ignores Jaskier’s wince, holding him still, “So well fed," he murmurs, "so well kept."

Jaskier chuckles breathlessly as Geralt kisses down his chest, nipping at his skin. "Is this proof that you take care of me? Is that why you're so enamored with it?" Geralt hums noncommittally, dragging the flat of his tongue up Jaskier's nipple. He smiles as he hears his bard's breath hitch.

"Yes," Geralt sits up again, looking into ocean blue eyes and subtlety smiling lips framed by flushed, chubby cheeks, "but also because you look fucking hot like this." Jaskier sighs, and that smile spreads into a grin. He holds his arms up, thick where they'd been but bone, and waits patiently. Geralt leans forward, and hugs his bard back. They hold each other, Geralt pressing kisses along his shoulder.

"You really like me like this? I thought you--"

"I fucking love you." Geralt wants to slap a hand over his mouth as soon as he says it, but he finds that it rings true. "No matter how you look, I'll love you. But my favourite is how you look now, how much there is of you to hold... I love it. I love this.” Jaskier’s breath hitches. "I want to cum all over it, rub my cum into it, gods, I want to watch your stomach jiggle as your ride me, wanna cuddle you and jack you off, have to push your cute little tummy out of the way to get to your cock."

"There's nothing little about it."

"That's the best part."

Jaskier grins at him, eyes twinkling. "Then I do believe you have a fantasy to fulfill, dear heart." Geralt swallows as Jaskier gets to his knees, watches with barely contained lust as his skin fucking jiggles with each movement. He ushers Geralt off the bed to stand beside it, and all the witcher can do is watch as Jaskier swallows his cock.

His cheeks scrunch up as he sucks, bobbing his head down Geralt's cock as a hand works over the root of it. Geralt groans, thrusting up to the wet heat of his mouth, not quite sure where they're going, but ever happy to play along. Jaskier looks up at him, wrapping his lips around his cockhead and batting his lashes at him in mock innocence. He pulls off with a pop, one hand still working Geralt's spit-slicked cock off as the other pinches at his own nipple.

"Do you like watching me play with my tits, Geralt?" He asks, voice low and ever-seductive. "Look at what you've done to me--" his hand trails down, resting over his the swell of his pubic bone, "I can't even get to my cock through all this, darling, it's actually a bit short, have you noticed? The root being swallowed up by my fat?" Geralt bites back a whimper as he throws his head back in a breathless moan.

"Jaskier," he grits out.

"Awn, are you close, Geralt? Do you wanna cum over my pretty tummy? Do you want to paint my tits and my stomach with your cum and rub it in?" Geralt groans as the hand on his cock speeds up before letting go completely.

Jaskier leans back on the bed, hand fondling his cock as another pinches at his tit. "Cum for me, Geralt, cum over my pretty, fat tummy, fuck--" Geralt nearly scrams as he cums, forcing his eyes to stay open as his cum shoots over Jaskier's stomach, over his tits and over the fat above his cock-- he nearly collapses, lapping at Jaskier nipples as he spreads his cum over the swell of Jaskier's stomach, into each curve and thick stretch mark.

Jaskier looks fucking wrecked, panting as he ruts against Geralt's abdomen, face scrunching up as he spills between the press of their bodies.

He pressed his lips to Geralt's, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "Well, I expect we'll be doing more of that?" They're both delighted when Geralt mutters a small yes.

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babyleclerc · 6 years

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Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Style: One-Shot

Prompt? From anon: “December challenge! reader is an animator at Disney and she made a short animated-film about tom, as a Christmas gift for him and he got teared up she panicked because she thought she had offended him in some way and tom be like nO it's the bEST gIFT I've ever rECEIVED. bcs trust me making animation involves tons of struggles 😂😂 idk but i think it'd be cute???? i hope it's okay??? omg thanks????”

Warnings: None. FLUFF x100!!!

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: Christmas morning spent with Tom isn’t so bad, after all.

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!! So this prompt sort of got away from me and I just wrote what came naturally. :3 In my head, Tom would be the best daddy to little girls, so... that’s what happened here. :) This is the last fic of my challenge (phew!) and I hope you all truly enjoyed it. If you want to see more stories or more from the challenge, check out my Masterlist. Have a very Merry Christmas and if you don’t celebrate, then have a great day! xoxo

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

At least, you had been hoping that no creatures were stirring. Sadly, that was indeed not the case.

“It’s Christmas!” You could hear tiny squeals and laughter ringing through the house and you groaned, burying your head deep into your pillow.

“Maybe if we act dead, they won’t come in.” You muffle into the pillow, unable to open your eyes.

You heard sleepy laughter from the other side of the bed, and a warm arm snake around your waist, pulling you into his stomach.

“Fat chance.” He mumbled, nuzzling his head just behind your neck, his stubble causing you to giggle softly.

“What time is it, even?” You ask, afraid to look at the clock on your nightstand.

“Too early.” Tom muffled, not willing to lift his head and see the red numbers mock him.

“I swear if it’s not past 6 I’ll tell them Santa didn’t come. It’s coal for everyone.”

Tom laughed again and you could feel the ripple of movement against your body as he spooned you. You couldn’t help the small smile as you relaxed into him; what a wonderful way to wake up.

“Daddy! Mommy!” The girls squealed, finally reaching the bedroom. “Wake up!”

Tom groaned as both girls catapulted themselves onto the bed, one attacking each parent. Sophia landed squarely on Tom’s legs, causing him to squirm under the pressure and shift away from you as she bounced up and down emphatically. Though she was petite, she was a strong girl. The 6-year-old ball of energy was always giving Tom a run for his money in wrestling matches.

AnnaBelle, more affectionately known as Bella in the Hiddleston house, was much gentler with you than Sophia with Tom. When she jumped onto your side of the bed, she cross-cross Apple sauced next to your tummy and stared down at you patiently, her tiny hands resting in her lap.

“Daddy! Presents!” Sophia yelled, shaking Tom’s arm in an effort to get him out of bed.

“But we’re cozy.” Tom said sleepily in response, lying flat on his back so Sophia could sit just above his waist.

“But Daddy you promised we’d get to open our presents first thing if we were good!” She argued, crossing her arms in a huff.

“But were you both good?” You finally piped up, shifting so that you, too, were on your back, shoulder to shoulder with Tom.

“Yes!!!” Bella now spoke up, the four year old squeaking at your side. She stood so that she could join Sophia, awkwardly stepping over you and causing you to flinch just slightly.

Tom’s arm immediately stretched out to protect your stomach, keeping Bella’s adorable tiny feet off you, assisting her towards the center of the bed.

“Gentle, darling. Be careful of Mommy’s tummy.” He reminded, and Bella nodded as she plopped down just in between you and Tom, one arm resting on your pregnant tummy slowly.

“Gentle.” She repeated, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as your youngest blue-eyed beauty eyed your stomach in wonder. “Sorry, Mommy.”

“It’s okay, sweetie. You didn’t hurt me.” You tousled her brunette hair gently, tucking a strand behind her ear. Bella was gorgeous; there was no doubt about that. The second she had been born the Doctors had warned Tom about her, how she’d be a “heart breaker one day.” The comment had made Tom nauseous at the time, and you had teased him about it all through the night at the hospital afterward. Her brunette hair (a mix she got from you and Tom) was a stark contrast from her bright blue eyes, which always seemed to twinkle in any light. It made it impossible not to stare at them, especially outside in the sunlight.

“Daddy please!” Sophia’s pleas we’re elevating (both in volume and in quantity). You could tell if you didn’t oblige her soon, a tantrum would be eminent.

“Okay, okay. Run downstairs and sort the gifts, we’ll be down in a minute.” You say, finally heeding her cries.

The two left the room loudly, screaming all the way down the stairs. A faint “wait for me!” could be heard from Bella as Sophia barreled down towards the tree. You sighed pleasantly, as Tom turned towards you, resting a hand on your belly.

“They’re like a monsoon of crazy. I need a heavy-duty rain jacket just to survive when they’re in a room together.” He mumbled, his thumb rubbing across your stomach gently.

“Well you better get used to the monsoon. You’ve got a third on the way.” You joked, turning your head towards him to kiss his nose.

Tom grinned, reciprocating with a soft kiss on your lips. “I can’t wait to see what fun this baby February brings.” He said happily, kissing you again gently.

Your private moment was interrupted by Sophia screaming at the top of her lungs, her little voice echoing into every corner of the house.

“Mommy! Daddy! Come on!!”

You sighed, shaking your head. “What are we gonna do with her?”

“Boarding school?” Tom suggested with a grin, and you laughed heartily as you begrudgingly pulled yourself out of bed.

Tom had made tea for both of you as the demolition of gifts was well underway, cozying up next to you by the fire. You leaned against him in the loveseat, holding your mug close to your chest for warmth as Tom’s hand played lazily with your hair, watching the girls in amusement. Their squeals and ‘thank you’s’ came every few minutes as they tore through each present, comparing and trading gifts along the way.

You sighed happily, content with how wonderful your small family was. Tom, too, grinned as he pulled you close to him, kissing the side of your head.

“Who knew that all those years ago I asked you out in that British pub that this is where we we’d be a few years later.” He murmured, watching Sophia and Bella with adoration.

“What, two monstrous girls and a knocked-up wife isn’t what you always dreamed of?” You teased, grinning as you tilted your head up to look at him.

Tom chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Love, you and my littles are beyond my wildest dreams. Including baby February.”

You blushed at his pet name for your unborn child; Tom had started calling it that the second the doctor told you the due date at your O/B appointment. You were so nervous it was going to be another girl and not a boy (Tom and you both would have been fine either way, but there was a part of you that wanted to remain hopeful that you might give him a little boy) that you had begged the Doctor not to tell either of you the sex of the baby. And so the nickname ‘baby February’ was born, and it had just stuck.

“Well I hope I can give you one last thing beyond your wildest dreams...check your email.” You say, biting your bottom lip nervously.

Tom scrunched his eyebrows at you, reaching over the coffee table for his phone. “Y/N, what did you do...” he asked, unlocking his iPhone and pulling up his Mail app.

“Nothing! Just a little something small to wish you a Merry Christmas.” You say, though your heart pounded in your ears with nerves.

Tom shoots you a skeptical glance but opens up your email, rotating the phone so that your video fills the full screen. He hits the play button and a short-animated film about Tom is brought to life. He gapes at it, eyes never leaving the screen as Bella hears noises from the phone and runs over to look also. She squeezes in between you and Tom, nestling her way into your lap. Sophia, not wanting to miss out on any action also joins, leaning against Tom’s leg to watch the screen.

After a few minutes, the short ends and Tom just stares at you, his eyes watering slightly.

“Oh no,” you say quickly, “I’m so sorry. Did you hate it? Did I offend you? I just did it quickly and I thought you’d like it but if you hate it I can absolutely get you something else I just -“

“Hate it?!” Tom interrupts, still choked up, “Darling, I could never in my wildest dreams hate this. This is incredible. I always knew you were talented but this...” Tom pauses to laugh, shaking his head. “This is really amazing. It’s the best gift I’ve ever received. Thank you.”

You let out a sigh of relief, smiling as Tom leans over to kiss you. It’s slow and deliberate, the kind that made your head light and your knees weak. You sighed happily against his mouth, thankful to be sitting down.

“Ewwww.” Bella said, squirming our of your lap and running towards the opened gifts.

“Gross!” Sophia agreed, also joining Bella on the floor and leaving Tom’s side. Their comments caused you to laugh, breaking your kiss with Tom.

“We’ll finish this later.” Tom grinned, winking at you.

“I’m counting on it.” You respond happily, standing from the couch. “Now, who wants breakfast?”

Fin.

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trendsdresscom · 4 years

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Shanina Shaik Flashes Her Curves In A Neon Green One-Piece Swimsuit With A Revealing Cut-Out Design

Shanina Shaik rocked a revealing one-piece swimsuit in her latest Instagram share, and her fans are seem to be loving it.

The Victoria’s Secret model took to her account on Friday morning to dazzle her two million followers with the eye-popping snap taken selfie-style through a full-length mirror inside her closet.

In the caption, Shanina gave a shout out to her “favorite fit queens” for providing at-home workouts for her to perform while social distancing due to the coronavirus pandemic. She showed off the results of those sweat sessions by sporting a skimpy swimsuit that did nothing but favors for her fit physique.

Shanina stunned in a sexy, neon green one-piece that popped against her all-over glow. The textured swimwear boasted thick shoulder straps that showed off her toned arms and a scoop neckline that teased a glimpse of cleavage. This, however, was just the beginning of the skin-baring display.

The Australian bombshell’s swimwear cinched in the middle of her torso with a neon pink ring that drew attention to her trim waist. It also featured two revealing cut-outs on either side of her midsection, allowing her to show off her flat tummy. Meanwhile, the bottom half of the garment boasted a daringly high-cut design that showcased Shanina’s long, lean legs, as well as her killer curves.

Shanina kept her look simple and accessorized with nothing more than a single beaded bracelet. Her dark tresses were worn down and flipped to one side of her head, and she opted to go makeup-free, allowing her striking features and natural beauty to shine.

Fans wasted no time in showering the lingerie model’s latest social media appearance with love. The steamy shot has racked up over 24,000 likes after just three hours of going live, as well as dozens of comments with compliments for Shanina’s jaw-dropping display.

“Omg what a beautiful body,” one person wrote.

Another fan called Shanina a “goddess on Earth.”

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Falling flat. TIRED. Big zero. Skidding off track.

Okay, I had a little bit of title indecision with this post :)

Allow me to regale you with a brief tale from my training run today.

I sent out for a 4-miler this morning on my new favorite route, the access road along the FL-826E expressway (also known as “The Palmetto”). I’d just run it a few days ago on my 6-miler, but I’d started out pre-dawn, when it was still very dark outside, and thus perhaps THE TREASURE was out there that day, but I didn’t see it.

But I did see THE TREASURE today.

What treasure? Well, this: I was about halfway along in the run, when I look over the steel guard rail that separates the road/bike path from a grassy area and a big long canal - - and I see THIS BEAUTY:

This picture doesn’t convey the size of the tire. But it was a nice, big tire. A truck tire, perhaps. And the PERFECT kind of tire for cross-training, practicing tire flips, etc.

So this is kind of a weird confession - but I’ve been really wanting to have a big old tractor tire in my backyard for a few years now. Tractor tires are GREAT fitness tools - you can use them to do box jumps, step-ups, tire flips, sit-ups and back extensions, sumo squats, and a number of other drills. I’d even been looking on the app Letgo for free/cheap tires on and off over the year....

I’d even heard that you can go to a tractor/truck tire dealer, and ask if they have any “junk tires” (i.e. used up, worn-out tread) for donation or cheap sale, and that often they’d be happy to give you one. But I just hadn’t bothered yet.

Anyway - so I find this big ass tire on my run, and I’m thinking “ITS CHRISTMAS MORNING!” Except.... I am on foot, 2 miles away from my house, and obviously this thing is huge. I need to make a plan about how to get it home.

So I pull up Google Maps on my phone, and drop a pin...

And then I run the rest of the way home, in fact picking up my average mile pace in the process because I’m so damn excited about my new tire.

I get home sopping wet with sweat, immediately swipe my purse and car keys from inside, grab a big cup of water and a towel, then jump in the car. And I realize - hmm, I might need some tools and equipment to get this bad boy into the car. It’s gonna weigh a ton! So I look around the garage, and grab a few things: a big stepladder we have, to use as a ramp to roll the tire up into the trunk; a pair of gardening gloves. Some bungee cable, in case I have to rope the trunk shut if I can’t close it with the tire inside. ETc.

So then I take off down the road, and find myself near the tire. I actually overshot a little, unfortunately - I was parked at least 30-40 feet from the tire. The spot where the tire was located happens to be where the road begins to curve, and there’s not much shoulder on which to pull over. Plus, its a curve - cars going at a fast pace could clip my parked car, and I am worried about this. I park and throw on the hazard lights, and realize I need to do this FAST.

I walk about 30 paces back, find my tire, and do some quick planning. I manage - miraculously, to flip it up, roll it up a small, very grassy/bramble-y embankment, and get it over a 24″ steel barricade - this is nothing short of a miracle. The tire is HEAVY. As I flipped it up, I realize it is heavier than the amount of weight I currently deadlift (approx 80 lbs) during circuit training. I am able to get it up, so it isn’t as heavy as some gym tires I’ve tried to use - but its damn heavy.

Okay - so now its over on the road-side of the barricade, and I have the task of CAREFULLY rolling it the 30 feet back to my car. This is not easy. Again, its heavy, and I am very conscious that if I lose control of it, its going to roll into the road and possibly cause a giant accident. So I’m super careful.

I get it to my car, and I am AMAZED AT MYSELF OMG.

DUDE. It is HUGE. Look at the size of it, relative to my car.

I can practically taste victory - I am so excited and abuzz, thinking about how if I can just get it in the car, I will have an awesome, heavy-but-not-too-heavy-to-flip-bc-I-just-did-it tire to work with in my backyard.

Yeah. So. Then I get to trying to load the m#$%^er.

Bruhhhhh. I tried everything. I make the ramp with the ladder, and I try rolling it up. It is honest to god like the Greek god Sisyphus, pushing a boulder up a mountain, only to have it roll back down again.

(aside: I love the myth of Sisyphus, and in fact have blogged about it here before, in reference to running with a jogging stroller)

Anyway, - with the tire, I am vaguely paranoid that it is going to roll backwards and either cause me a spinal injury, make me pull an oblique, knock out my ankle from underneath me, etc. so I am worried and tentative. But I DO try. I give it a solid 45 minutes of effort. I know that I have to roll it about 2/3 of the way up the ladder ramp, of course being VERY careful to keep it centered and not running off track (impossible feat #1), then somehow, 2/3 of the way up, get it to lay flat on the ramp (impossible feat #2) and then stay stationary right there on the ramp (impossible feat #3) while I then run into the car, climb in, and then lay on my tummy while pulling the tire the rest of the way up, into the trunk (impossible feat #4). The one non-negotiable thing that was needed here, was another set of hands and muscle to stand on the opposite side of the ladder, help the tire stay balanced and stationary while I did all that running around. That’s it. That was the difference between my plan working, and not.

I am staring these impossibilities in the face, and still I try. Because I am ordinarily not a quitter. And - 45+ minutes in the sweltering sun, and this too post-4 mile run, on a curved expressway service road that has infrequent, but VERY fast-moving vehicle traffic - - I realized it just wasn’t gonna happen. There was NO way. And so, with a heavy heart, I made the decision to abandon my Big Baby right there, on the side of the road.

I was so disappointed, frustrated, and sad, that I could have just hit someone. Or cried. Or both. It felt like some sort of personal failure in a way, tht I couldn’t get this mammoth tire into my car by myself, even though obviously its an absurd task.

Lessons learned? So the truth is, as the day went on, and Dr. Spouse and I had an enjoyable lunch together hours later, I realized I should stop moping, and find a lesson in this. And I think I found it:

I’m very good about making a commitment and sticking to it, no matter how difficult, personally daunting or exhausting it is, no matter my aptitude or interest. I am a promise-keeper. Its what I am. I’m borderline pathological about it. I am also a planner - I will think of a task, and all the things I maybe kinda sorta MIGHT need to get it done, and I’ll prepare everything. But there is one thing I SUCK AT soooo bad, and that is acknowledging that in life, there are so very, very many things that aren’t just about effort and intention, planning and preparation, and a person’s singular, dedicated effort.

So much of life involves humans needing other humans’ help and support.

Yes. Technically, I was strong enough to flip that tire. I was strong enough and clever enough to strategize a way to get it over that steel barricade. I was careful enough and responsible enough to roll it down the street slowly and cautiously, without jeopardizing myself or other drivers. I was even resourceful enough to make a ramp and get the thing like 2/3 of the way up the ramp alone. BUT. I couldn’t be TWO people. No matter how hard I tried, no matter how many tools I brought. I couldn’t multiply myself. I couldn’t be my own assistant and supporter, my own helper. I really just needed one more person there.

In this case, I didn’t have anyone to ask - not at this time of day, and not in my immediate area did I have a friend or contact with the muscle and the understanding about my crazy need for a truck tire, or my weird fitness interests at all. But - maybe the lesson here isn’t about truck tires, tire flips, quads and delts and fast-twitch muscle fibers.

Maybe I need to learn to ask for help with stuff. Maybe I need to open my mouth and take the risk of saying, I can’t do this alone. Can you help me?

My truck tire won’t be here to help me get stronger. But its got my wheels turning nonetheless.

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