Proposal AU

Thena takes care of a very exhausted Gil!

Something sweet and soft 🤭

Gil groaned, trying to turn his face away from the light.

"It's almost over."

He blinked, finding his nose buried in a head of blonde brighter than sunshine. He could have just nestled in further, which was damn tempting of course. But he groaned, adjusting in the...hammock?

"You know, you're actually quite lucky," Thena continued in a whisper. Her fingers ran through his hair. "Had I not joined you here, I'm sure your mother or sisters would have no trouble awakening you for what is actually our own party. But with me in here as well, everyone thinks we're too wrapped up in pre-marital snuggling to bother you."

"You're doing an awful lot of talking for someone determined to let me sleep."

She gave his cheek a poke. "I know very well you're awake. You stopped snoring."

"I do not snore," he grumbled, moving his head so she could pull away and look at him. He pouted.

"You snore a little," she broke it to him gently at least, poking his lip back into place. "But I'll forgive you because you're so exhausted."

He yawned completely reflexively, but he at least pressed it into the shoulder of her cardigan. "How long?"

"A couple of hours."

That scared him. He jolted, not that it did much in their hanging basket arrangement. "No."

Thena nodded, though, confirming the statement that had sent fear shooting through him. "Just over two hours, assuming I found you relatively close to when you fell asleep."

"Thena, no," he groaned again, attempting to drown himself in the fabric suspending them off the ground. "No, no, no--my mom worked her ass off for this party, I can't have been asleep for that long."

"Sh," Thena hushed him from those soft lips again. She was being awfully tender with him. "I told her that I was the one who lulled you into sleep. If anyone is to blame, it's me."

He whimpered, though. "I'm a bad son."

"On the contrary," she had the nerve to laugh at him when he was upset. "You are the son who cooked every morsel of food at this party. If you happened to spend most of it in a hammock with your own fiance, I can't imagine she would have anything to say about it."

Well, she had a point. He did cook all of the food. And Ajak was always telling him to try and relax - with Thena - more. He sighed again, unfolding his arms from around himself and resting one over the curve of Thena's waist. "Guess I can't argue with that."

"You haven't missed much," she informed him. "Ajak announced how pleased she was for us."

Gil snorted, pulling Thena closer to him as a breeze rocked the hammock faintly. "That wasn't what she said when I first told her. Nearly took my ear off demanding to know why I hadn't said anything until now."

"You have a lovely family, Gil."

He opened his eyes again to look at the woman in the hammock with him. Some of their relatives had arrived early for this party. They were distant, some more family friends than anything. But it was certainly an escalation to their little lie. They were having to do couple-y things more often. A 'love you' here, a 'missed you' there. A brush of his hand over her shoulder--that kind of thing. He smiled, "are you actually in here avoiding them?"

Thena didn't deny it, which was basically a confirmation. She slid her hands up his chest and nestled her head closer again, approaching a position to tuck it under his chin. "Your mother knows a staggering number of people."

Gil chuckled, tucking her against him so she wouldn't have to close the gap herself. She happily accepted his invitation, practically settling into him like a cat in a sunbeam. "Sorry I left you to handle them all yourself."

"I gave up rather quickly," she lamented. "Said I had to find you to ask you something for the wedding. It worked to help me avoid anyone for nigh on half an hour."

"We're both bad hosts."

"Indeed," Thena agreed, not seeming all that upset about it. She sighed, her hot breath hitting his throat. "I'll apologise to your mother later."

"I'm pretty sure you can do no wrong in her eyes," he assured her. He had just had a pretty solid nap, but it was way too comfortable to continue lying there with Thena to even think about trying to roll out of the swaying hammock. "You'll be her first daughter-in-law. To her only son, no less. An eldest son I'm pretty sure she was getting worried wouldn't be settling down at all."

"Hm."

"Hey," he called to her before she could slide down that slippery slope of regret. He rubbed small circles in her back, "don't worry about it."

She didn't say anything else, but one of her hands slipped around his side and to his back, clutching a fistful of his shirt. She pressed her face into his shoulder.

He sighed, ready to settle into sleep again, feeling the familiar position of Thena cuddled up to him. He was nearly there when he heard a grating voice getting closer and closer.

"Yoohoo!--lovebirds?"

Gil kept his eyes closed, not in the mood for his showboat cousin who probably wanted to make some dramatic speech about them or drag him up in front of everyone.

"Gil, mom's lookin' for you!"

Thena stirred but he cradled the back of her head with his hand and held the small of her back. "It's a trap."

She puffed out some air at his joke before whispering, "diabolical."

"Very," he whispered back, eyes still closed.

"Here they-oh!"

Gil resisted the urge to tell his brother - in every way that mattered - to fuck off and not wake his fiance. He held Thena firmly, determined to appear asleep.

"It's so sweet!"

"Let them rest, you two--Makkari, put the stick down!"

His youngest sister was no doubt about to poke him in the face with it. His sweet and elegant mother had raised a bunch of animals.

He only cracked his eyes open when he heard them padding away, complaining why he got to skip out on the party duties, like entertaining guests and cleaning up as things started coming to a close.

"We can't sleep in here all night, you know."

"Why not?" he grinned, immediately pulled back into the little world that was the high sides of the hammock bending around his weight. "It's comfy."

"I would hardly call this lumbar support," she argued, although he was pretty sure she wasn't that far from dozing off herself. "And what if it rains?"

"We're in the trees, it's fine," he laughed. They weren't exactly in the depths of the wooded area surrounding the house, but they were away from everything else enough that they weren't the easiest to find in here.

"Gil," she scolded, but made no attempt to get up, or even separate herself from him.

"Mom wouldn't let that happen," he reassured, although it made her go quiet again. "Fine, just a few more minutes."

"Five, not a second more."

"Deal," he smiled. She sounded like she did when they were at work. It felt so far away, they'd been here so long. Not that they didn't deserve the break. And Thena had even more paid time off than he did. He was pretty sure she never took a day off.

Unless she was sick. In which case he would rush home from work and cook up his most healing chicken soup and noodles for her.

Thena didn't stir as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. If anything, she nestled closer to him, "five minutes."

"Five minutes," he repeated, moving his lips down her cheek, closer to her lips. He didn't close the distance quite yet, but Thena didn't pull herself away either. And he didn't need the next five minutes to make his decision.

It was chaste, just the barest brushing of lips against lips. It was like a peck. Thena didn't make any sudden moves or any sounds at all. Only she could lie perfectly still and straight postured in a hammock. "Was that your attempt at bartering?"

He grinned, their heads still too close to really see each other, breath mixing and lips twitching to meet again. "Depends if it worked."

"No."

"Fine," he conceded, moving his hands to her cheeks. He gave her another little peck before she tucked herself into the crook of his neck again. This was just another couple-y thing to add to the list, apparently. Not that he minded.

Short translation from the second Twisted Wonderland novel: Cater and Yuuya

"'Ruggie is lying nearby. Yuuya wraps one of Ruggie’s arms around his shoulders and Grim attempts to take a share of Ruggie’s weight by grabbing onto his thin waist, but the limp body weighs them down.

‘He’s heavier than he looks…can’t we just leave ‘im?’

‘Not a chance,’ Yuuya responds, and with a shout of encouragement they manage to lift Ruggie between them.

In his efforts to catch up with Ace and Deuce Yuuya lifts his head, only to find himself locking eyes with Leona.

His leather vest, his shirt—all of it has melted together. Now, instead of his dorm uniform, Leona wears black, dripping blot that clings to him like a second skin.

Leona points a finger—dripping with blot—at Yuuya, and gives him an eerie smile.

‘You all leaving me behind? But I’ll get lonely.’

Sand rises like ocean waves around them, threatening to engulf them all.

‘Watch out!’ Grim diverts a direct hit with his wind magic, but the mass of sand from above rains down, crushing Yuuya beneath its weight.

Struggling to drag himself free from where he has collapsed, Yuuya hears Cater: ‘Are you two all right!?’

‘Yes, sort of…’ Yuuya coughs, dragging himself to his feet. His whole body is trembling.

Huge fissures begin to up around them. Having abandoned all reason, all limitations, Leona’s magic is splitting apart the earth and altering the very landscape.

Standing tall in the broken wasteland, the monster seems even larger than before. It gives a roar as though taking pride in its great power, and raises its sharp claws in the air.

Cater repels the monster’s attack with magic of his own, giving a wave to Ace and Deuce, who watch them with concern.

‘We’re all right here, so you two go help with the evacuation!’

Though they look back constantly the pair do run off to help, and when they are finally on their way, supporting injured students, Cater breathes a gentle sigh.

‘…aw, man, we were almost able to escape. How do we always end up in these scary situations? Cay-kun and Yuu-chan. I think we’re the two who are least suited for this kind of thing, too.’

As they watch the monster pawing at the dirt in frustration, Yuuya furrows his brows.

They will not be able to escape this barren, ruined land while carrying Ruggie, the focus of Leona’s ire.

The lion charges for them and Cater creates a transparent barrier, repelling it again. Such magic may be taking a considerable toll upon him: Yuuya can distinctly hear the gritting of his teeth.

Running towards them, Riddle adds another layer to Cater’s defensive barrier.

‘Cater. If you’re afraid, you are free to go.’

‘If I leave Riddle-kun behind, Trey-kun is going to be cross with me.’

Cater has just said that he and Yuuya are always getting into these situations, but Yuuya knows it isn’t true.

Unlike Yuuya himself, who has no magical power, Cater should have been able to evacuate on his own without too much difficulty.

But he won’t run.

Just like the mock Spelldrive game against Savanaclaw, just like Riddle’s overblot—he stayed. In the end, Cater looks out for those around him. That's what Yuuya thinks as he watches Cater, glistening with sweat.

He jokes that he fears Trey’s rage, but there is no regret on his smiling face.

‘I’m here with you until the end, Housewarden.’

‘Very well. That is what it means to be a Heartslabyul student, after all.'"

DAY 5489

Jalsa, Mumbai /hyd,Koh              Feb 25,  2023                Sat 11:39 PM 

.. the travel completed in its completeness .. often incomplete in its complete .. 

the sense may be under consideration but the vision of the past and more recent does weigh heavily on the heave .. it heaves upon us and gives its cause to the sporting event of the days of schooling .. in the compete pf the ‘tug of war’ .. that handkerchief tied to the centre of that rough bold and strong jute rope .. the team of contestants on either side, as teams .. the Principal on hand with the ‘kerchief ‘ and announcing ..

‘take the strain .... heave ..’ !!! and the teams on either side begin to pull way for the handkerchief , to go past a designated mark - the sign of victory .. 

at the end of each rope the team would tie the strongest the most voluminous bodied bod .. so its weight would weigh heavy on the opposition to pull .. often he just stood his ground or sat down or lay down , making it impossible for the team to pull him across .. smart move ..

his name was Shome .. a most genial volume of person - god bless his soul - he left us very early - but played his part in his athletic best when asked or deemed to be of some benefit  ..

how does one remember these aspects of our memory system , when what transpired a few short minutes ago is no where near the remembered horizon .. 

age causes memory loss .. or age causes the best memory ever .. 

debatable , arguable but persistent in its belief and presence .. and more of that in some other time if it be of remembrance then ..

the idea and thought of coming away is daunting in these times .. times not of the the clocked, but of that that detaches the present and the comfort of its presence to the renewed presence of another destination  .. 

the properties are the same , they are found in the different  .. and that is not befitting of the desire .. 

the routine disturbance is unwelcome .. 

so when routine is flaunted as lost .. lost it is for the routine to be of any use .. the thought comes to the tip of the tongue, known to be knowing the words names expressions ..

BUT the failure to bring it all out ..

and the smart contraption .. the unprovoked giant .. is the cause of great ‘literary content’ in the mass communication, that has beholden us all .. 

nothing moves or concludes without the immortalisation aspect of the vision to be brought to permanency .. and the products in the manufacturing have realised its potential and concentrate on the viability of the belief of being documented in those tiny rounds of cylindrical glass, that make us all to be given the everlasting life in its devastating elixir of life ...

description describes the name .. calendared in the objects of most immense desire  .. name .. be off and away , give me the last activity performed and thine will be kept .. in the solace of confined space ..

space is the  more in todays .. not easily found or rediscovered .. 

it is there and every where ..

here too ..

which is why it is said ..

GN ..

Amitabh Bachchan

There's also the robustly tested physics equationp=mvor momentum (p) is equal to mass (m) times velocity (v).Mean mass of a male population is reliably, and considerably higher than a female one, as is maximum velocity

So, first, a piece of advice, “equationp=mvor” is not a real physics equation, certainly not the F=MA one that you're trying to reference.

Now, do you understand how stupid citing this equation is in this situation?

First of all, F=MA, or P=MV, don't actually concern themselves with maximum velocity. If taken literally, “maximum velocity,” means a grain of sand striking with enough force to vaporize you. Since you can't vaporize people with your hands, I think it's safe to say your arms are moving a little bit slower.

“But, wait,” you cry, “girls are small!” And, you know what, that's true (sometimes.) The average weight of a woman in the US is ~167.6 lbs (this number is technically a little higher, because the data set I'm looking at is indexed by age.) In turn, the average male in the US weighs about 197.9lbs. But, there's a fatal problem with this thought process. You're not hitting people by leaping from passing buildings and slamming into them. You're (in theory) punching people. Now, this may be a shocking revelation, but your hand weighs a bit less than 200lbs. And by a bit less, I mean, on average about 1.2lbs. The average woman's hand weighs about 0.8 pounds. So, that sounds significant, right?

Well, not that much, actually. You see, when you sit down and start calculating something like F=MA, you're normally worried about calculating fairly chunky numbers, like that grain of sand example above, where if you try to solve for F when F=Mc... it doesn't matter, because c is goddamn infinite. (Technically, it's 3x10^8m/s, but the result is sufficiently extreme that, “infinite,” is close enough.)

So, what you've actually proven here... if a man steps off the curb in front of an uptown bus going 60mph, he will do more damage to it, than if a woman performed the same feat. Though, at that point, you're basically claiming you're an inferior fighter to such martial arts masters as, “a light pole,” “a slab of concrete,” “a mule deer,” and “an octogenarian oak tree.”

My money's on the mule deer.

While physics is important, we're talking about an object that weighs, on average, about 1lb, hitting another squishy sack of meat, traveling at about 15mph. But, there's a problem here, boxers frequently punch at speeds of up to 35mph. And if you remember the physics a moment ago, you'll remember that this is multiplied. Going off of simple raw kinetic force, that punch is going to be hitting over twice as hard. This eats the that .8lb vs 1.2lb average weight differential.

And it gets worse. Smaller martial artists and boxers find it much easier to reach even higher speeds. Small men and women, with a martial arts backgrounds have had strikes clocked at 45mph. At that point, they're basically tripling the force of their impact, before you try to account for their smaller hands, which still doesn't drag them below hitting with more than twice the force you can muster.

So how does this happen? Well, it's physics. It's easier to get a smaller object moving faster, than a larger one. F=MA, works both ways. The force you have to put in is related to the mass of the object and the desired speed. So, for a woman, it takes significantly less power to get their hand moving at speeds your muscles simply cannot match. Ironically, this is one place where smaller men do lose out, because, while their hands are smaller overall, they're still larger in relation to their body mass, than a woman's. (Each hand is ~0.65% of your weight if you're male, if you're female the average is ~0.5% So, if you have two 120lb fighters, with one being male and one being female, the woman's hands will be lighter than the man's. And, if their training is roughly equivalent, it's likely she'll still have an observable speed advantage.)

Also, in case anyone's wondering, the overall statistics for your arms exhibits similar sexual dimorphism; women's arms average about 5% of their total body, with men their average is about 5.7% of their total weight. (Those statistics are for each arm, so for women, about 10% of their total body weight is in their arms.)

Things get a little more interesting when you look at the legs, a larger portion of a woman's total weight is in her legs (~18.4%) versus men (16.7%). This creates a situation where the small man might have a marginal speed advantage for kicking.

There's something else I'm skimming over here, but it's important to remember when you try to dig out physics in combat: Fighting is not turn based. It's not like, “oh, the girl got to go first, but I'll hit her after her turn's over;” that never happens. A speed advantage frequently means you don't get to respond. You get hit, and then while you're trying to recover, you get hit again, and while you're trying to recover from that, you hit again. Until you are neutralized.

Any competent martial artist, with a practical background, will know how to neutralize you before you can figure out, “buh, wait, it's supposed to be my turn now.”

Now, physics does teach you something important in this situation, someone with a martial background (whether that's sports, recreational martial arts, or practical hand to hand training) will hit more than twice as hard as your untrained ass. That obliterates, your, “buh I'm bigger, I can hits harder,” margin. And as the cranial injuries stack up, and you start slipping out of consciousness, “but I'm bigger,” doesn't fucking matter.

-Starke

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Revisited my old Liaramancer, Andy (also the only character I've played through the entire trilogy) after like 2/3 years! Probably the biggest ref I've done for a character haha

More character info +ID under the cut:

Andromache "Andy" Jia Shepard Age: 29/31/32 (ME1/ME2/ME3) Morality/leaning: Paragade Sexuality: Bi + demi Romance: Liara Weapon(s) of choice: Sniper rifle, tech

Born in Thessaloniki, Greece, as the middle child of five children, Andy moved to the off world colony Mindoir with her family at the age of 10. They lived a peaceful life there for six years before the colony was attacked by batarian slavers, leaving her the only survivor of her parents and siblings. She was taken in by her aunt and uncle, and moved to Vancouver, Canada, to live with them. She studied computer engineering at a military school in the city, eventually transferring into the Alliance military after graduating.

Most of Andy's military fame prior to serving on the Normandy is attributed to her experience on Akuze, where she was the sole survivor of fifty-one marines after a thresher maw attack, managing to get back to the extraction point thanks to her perseverance, quick thinking, and sheer luck. After this incident she was admitted into the N7 operative program, eventually graduating and earning the rank of Commander.

When on the job, Andy is clipped and professional, always trying to act reserved, though at times her emotions get the better of her. Outside of work, she struggles to connect with people and has difficulty turning her "professionalism" switch off, though she tries her hardest to be approachable. After her "death" and subsequent reconstruction (in ME2) she is much more brutal and upfront. Feeling like her life and all control of it was yanked away from her, she cut her hair and got new tattoos as a way of leveraging some control of herself. Although she ultimately wants to help others, she feels bitter and angry at the fallout of her death and the organization that resurrected her for their own means, Cerberus.

By the time of the Reaper war (ME3), she has mellowed out considerably on a personal front, having found more stability in her personal life after reconciling with her old connections and breaking away from Cerberus. However, the stress of the war and the decisions accompanying it weigh on her every day, and she tries her best to present a calm and collected front to keep up crew morale.

In her spare time, Andy enjoys programming equipment and putting things together, along with working out. She is also a massive fan of romantic dramas and tries to keep up with them regularly.

[ID: Reference sheet for Andromache Jia Shepard/Andy Shepard, a masculine 5'0" Chinese-Greek woman, across all three mass effect games. The first image shows her changes in scars + tattoos across the games. In ME1, Andy has a thresher maw tattoo on her L thigh along with six stars on her R inner forearm and long dark brown hair tied back in a bun (or worn down for casual wear). In ME2, she gains red scarring from reconstruction (ME renegade scars) on her face and various parts of her body, along with a L sleeve tattoo consisting of a night sky on the upper arm and a forest on the lower arm, along with a L collarbone tattoo reading "SR1". Her hair is cut in a short and choppy haircut. In ME3, Andy's hair has grown out to her shoulders and she wears it pushed back. Her red scars have faded somewhat but are still present. The points on the first image read "Cis Female, She/Her, Chinese-Greek, Colonist, Sole Survivor, Engineer - The second image shows her outfits across the games- In ME1 she wears the standard Alliance military outfit, in ME2 she wears military cargo pants with a grey muscle t-shirt, and in ME3 she wears Alliance military cargo pants with a grey muscle t-shirt and the red and black N7 hoodie. Andy also wears an iron ring on her R pinky at all times. End ID.]

Boarding School for Giants (13/25)

------ Chapter 13 ------

The kitchen was noisy, hot, and chaotic. The waitress took all the dirty dishes she had brought and dumped them in a giant sink full of soapy water. I was plunged underwater and flailed to reach air, banging my limbs on silverware as I swam. I breached the surface, gasping for breath, and tried to climb out of the sink, but the metal walls were too high and slippery. Nobody could hear my sputtering cries for help among the clattering of pots and pans and other normal loud kitchen sounds. I treaded water over to a stack of wet plates and struggled to climb up, but kept sliding down the slick surfaces. My eyes were stinging from the soap and syrup. 

Finally, after a whole lot of effort and trouble, I made it high enough up the stack to reach the edge of the sink. I crawled out of the sink and stumbled away from the edge, wary of falling in again. My eyes were inflamed with soap, so I rubbed my eyes with my forearm, but I only succeeded in blinding myself with more soap. I stepped forward, unable to see, trying to clear my vision and coughing up sudsy sink water. I tripped over something, a solid protrusion of some sort, and fell onto a cold, hard surface with a clatter. Before I could get up, something soft but hot and heavy collapsed on top of me. 

For a second, I thought I had been crushed, but whatever it was didn’t kill me. I couldn’t lift it, however. I could barely breathe or move with the heavy mass pressing me down. I pushed up against the spongy surface. It was unpleasantly hot. I could smell pancakes. Pancakes? The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I was trapped under a stack of giant pancakes. The cold surface underneath me was a plate. Oh God, I was in someone’s breakfast.

“Order up!” a giant voice called out. The plate was lifted high into the air. I could feel the rhythm of the waitress’s long strides as she hustled over to a customer’s table. I had to stop her, somehow. 

“Stop! Help! I’m in here!” I rasped. Besides the fact that my lungs were being squished, my pleas for aid were muffled by the fluffy pancakes weighing me down. I tried to move, but I was stuck in place, like a fly in a spiderweb. 

“Here you go,” the waitress said, placing the plate on a table. My stomach did a flip. 

“Thanks,” a deep giant voice replied, sounding uncomfortably close. My heart was pounding hard. I heard the metallic scraping of a monstrous fork on the plate. From far away, among the usual sounds of the diner, I heard Joey calling my name, searching for me. He sounded concerned. 

“Joey!” I cried pathetically. “Joey!” It would be impossible for him to hear my plaintive wails from so far away, or for anyone else to hear me for that matter. I started to panic, my breath coming out in ragged gasps. I struggled harder against the weight holding me down, but my limbs were pinned. The scraping of the fork was getting closer. I saw its huge metal splines slice down through the pancake around me, just missing my left arm. One wrong move and it could tear me into pieces. The fork cut through the pancake in front of my face, by some miracle just missing me again. The mass pressing me down was getting lighter as chunks of the pancake disappeared off the plate. 

My legs were still stuck, but I could move my arms a bit, if I exerted considerable effort. With as much force as I could muster, I tried to drag myself out. I made some progress, managing to free one of my hands. My grip on the plate slipped as I became sticky with fresh syrup. I could see light, and strained to reach it, my head emerging from the doughy mass. My hopes were dashed when, to my horror, the fork slid underneath my body and I was raised into the air, still buried under a mound of food and unable to escape. 

Oh no. Oh no! If I didn’t do something fast, I was going to get eaten again, and there was no saving me this time. My worst nightmare was unfolding into reality. The giant holding the fork raised me up to his mouth, and his lips parted, revealing the deep, dark, wet cave within. The fork moved inside, the rows of ivory teeth advancing open to receive me. It was now or never. 

“JOEY!! HELP ME!!” I screamed as loud as I possibly could, my voice a shrill shriek echoing in the fleshy darkness around me. The fork halted. The massive jaws, which had started to close around me, sprung open, and the meaty tongue retreated further inside as if stung. I reemerged from certain death back into the light. A pair of giant, narrowed eyes regarded the fork for a moment, trying to see what the hell had made such a racket. 

“Waitress!” the giant bellowed in disgust. “There’s a human in my food!” He dropped the fork with indignation onto his plate, causing my ribcage to bang against the metal teeth of the fork. The bite of pancake holding me down was dislodged, and I collapsed onto the plate, panting heavily. The waitress and a few others rushed over, and before I knew it the table was encompassed by giants. I was too stunned to move. 

A pair of hands snatched me up before I could react. “Sorry about that!” a familiar voice yelled, vibrating through the flesh against my body. I realized that Joey had grabbed me and was clutching me defensively against his chest. His enormous heart was beating as rapidly as mine. He moved fast, carrying me off somewhere secluded. I heard a door swing open and closed, and the uproar in the diner was cut off, leaving us in a much quieter space, which I recognized as a bathroom. Joey’s hands parted, and I found myself sitting in his cupped palm, staring at his gargantuan face distorted into frantic concern. 

“Are you alright? I’m so sorry for leaving you alone like that, I didn’t anticipate any problems…” he sputtered out, clearly stressed. 

“I’m okay, it’s okay Joey,” I answered shakily. I was still severely unsettled by what had transpired. I was quivering intensely, my eyes leaking tears I hadn’t realized were there until I felt them rolling down my cheeks. “I can’t believe that just happened,” I stated, more to myself than to Joey. 

“I know! That was insane! You were almost eaten!” Joey exclaimed. “I was so worried, I came back from the bathroom and you were gone, and I didn’t know where you went, I was looking everywhere…” He started to tear up a bit as he kept regurgitating words. “…And then I heard you screaming, I thought something horrible happened to you…” He trailed off. “Thank goodness you’re okay.” He pulled me into a hug, tucking me against his chest again, not caring that I was sticky with syrup. I hugged him back, letting out a sigh of relief that I was alive. 

“How did you end up way over there on another table?” he asked. I told him the whole story, not sparing any details. “How dreadful,” he murmured. “Here, let me wash off some of that syrup.” He helped clean me off as best he could in the bathroom sink, then dried me off in the automatic hand dryer, which was extremely loud and hurt my ears. At least I was cleaner and less sticky than before, and my eyes weren’t as irritated. 

“Thank you for everything, Joey,” I said quietly. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.” He coiled his fingers around me protectively, and I curled up in his hand, feeling much safer with him around. 

We exited the bathroom, and made our way to the front door of the diner. However, we were intercepted by the restaurant manager, a large portly fellow with a receding hairline and a bushy mustache. He was fuming, his face ruddy and sweaty as he jabbed a fat stubby finger into Joey’s chest. 

“I had to comp that meal that you and your filthy little human ruined! I don’t want to see you bringing in another human here ever again! They’re a waste of space, those revolting slimy little worms!” he ranted angrily, froth gathering at the edges of his rubbery lips. I shrank back in Joey’s hand, hiding behind the wall of his fingers from the furious giant. 

What happened next was hardly what I expected. I figured Joey—a shy, sweet, unassuming, nerdy boy—would attempt to avoid a confrontation, mutter some sort of apology, and sidestep the manager to get out without making a scene. Instead, he bristled and stood his ground. 

“What happened wasn’t her fault!” he yelled back in my defense. I looked up at him in shock at his outburst. His brows were folded down in anger and he gritted his teeth. “She’s a customer like any other and deserves to be treated with basic respect and dignity! What happened to her was unacceptable! Your employees should have been more careful and considerate of her safety!” The manager was taken aback by his vigorous response; apparently, he was not expecting any pushback either. Several customers stared at us as we disrupted the atmosphere of the diner, which did not go unnoticed by the manager. 

“I won’t be coming back to this shoddy establishment!” he continued. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” he directed to me in a far gentler tone. He stormed out of the diner, slamming the glass door behind him, and marched down the street. 

I had to admit, I was both bewildered and impressed. I looked up at Joey again. His eyes, usually soft like melted chocolate behind his glasses, were hardened with righteous wrath, and his jaw was stiff. 

“Where did that come from?” I asked him. 

“I just… hate people like that, who beat down people who can’t defend themselves,” Joey stated with passion. “It’s all too common in this world, and I refuse to stand by and do nothing when I see it.” I had to admire his resolve. I didn’t really know what to say next, so I stayed quiet, reflecting on his words. 

His eyes softened as he looked down at me sitting in his hand. “I guess you probably want to go home now, huh?” I sighed. Yes, I wanted to go home. Not back to the human dorm at the boarding school, but my real home. On the human side of the wall, with my mother, even if she didn’t always want me around. Thinking of her reminded me of the plan I had brewing in my mind. 

“Not yet,” I replied with determination. “There’s something I need to get first, but I’ll need your help. I don’t have any giant money to buy anything.” 

“I don’t mind spotting you, as long as it’s nothing too expensive,” Joey said with a grin. “But in exchange, you’ll have to go out with me again. Sound good?” 

“Of course!” I replied enthusiastically. 

“So what is it you need?” 

“Is there a place around here that sells fishing gear?”

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Harley had very upset stomach but will Harley had to hold it in without interrupt Ivy’s work? Those burritos with extra beans and chills don’t mix and Harley eaten 100 or more. (Weight: 989 pounds, Vore: No, Gassiness: VERY smelliest and stinkiest)

Harley pushes her comically large stack of comically large plates away from her to join the other 6 stacks of them. Ivy had revealed to Harley her fetish for expansion and weight gain a week ago, which resulted almost immediately in her cooking veritable banquets for her checker striped love. Tonight was a particular favorite of Harley's, a hangover from her days as a struggling college student: burritos. Unlike her college days, however, she could afford a little more than a Taco Bell value meal.

When Harley had sat down at the table before Ivy presented her with enough food to feed a first world country for a day, Harley had already been heavy enough to break their couch and render the hope of her walking through a set of normal doors without a decent amount of effort dashed. And after she finished the meal?

*BUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP*

Her stomach now weighed as much as she had when the meal started. Her ass (being where all of her fat had ended up this past week, leaving no trace of her fat state anywhere else,) was now her second biggest feature, with her stomach now stretching out further than the table she has since pushed out of the way.

"Thanks for dinner, Ive! It was-"

*FFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPTHHHHHH*

"-BREATHTAKING as always!"

Harley full belly laughed at her own joke, while Ivy only snickered to match her girlfriend's enthusiasm. Her vines had already begun taking care of the dishes as she went over to a- temporarily- immobile Harls and kissed her on the forehead.

"I'm so glad you liked it, hun. But I've got work to do now, the League has requested a bioweapon to use in Denver that they need by tomorrow. I'm almost done, but I need focus tonight. Can you do that for me, babe?"

She placed her hand on her girlfriend's stomach, only to be met with thunderous groaning from the mass.

"Of course, Ive. You've got my word! I'll just sit my fat ass here and take a nap. It's not like I could go anywhere, now can I?"

Harley placed her hand on Ivy's, half to emphasize her belly's size and half to reassure her.

"Alright. I love you."

Ivy gave her one last peck before wondering to her lab. Keeping her word, Harley got in a comfortable position (it was hard to be UNCOMFORTABLE when surrounded on all sides by pillowey flesh) and started to doze off, soothed by her own digestion noises.

But it didn't take long for her to wake up. Maybe it was because she fell asleep listening to her stomach, or maybe the cramps had woken her up, but Harley was now awake and accutely aware of how much her stomach hurt. In the, what must have been at least an hour or two, since she had fallen asleep, her stomach had shrunk considerably. Her belly was now no bigger than a yoga ball, with all of the extra weight going to her ass, but it was significantly tighter. She placed all ten of her finger tips on it gently, before it released an immense and gutteral groan, the volume of which made Harley surprised Ivy hadn't heard it. After this, the pain got worse. She was known for having killer periods, and even deadlier brawls, but this topped them all. It was like her stomach was a tennis ball, and you'd managed to shove the Atlantic into it. It was full. Beyond full.

Harley got off her ass and booked it to their bathroom, for a laxative or an ibuprofen, something. But her extra movement was the last push her body needed to finally put the cogs in motion. She hadn't even escaped their living room before

*PPPPPPPTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTHRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT*

A small bit of wind escaped her titanic ass. It was loud enough to ring her ears and hard enough to knock paintings off the walls. The worst part about it all was that she didn't feel any better. The cramps had subsided, but not by much. But after she had opened the dams, she was gonna have a hell of a time closing them. And by that, I mean she couldn't. Every step she took let loose another fart of massive proportion, with her having no control.

*PPPPPPPTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTHRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT*

*PPPPPPPTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTHRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT*

*PPPPPPPTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTHRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT*

On and on, step after step she released hyper pressurised fart after ear rending fart. She winced the entire time, hoping that somehow Ivy couldn't hear her. But her hopes were dashed as quickly as she had thought them as she finally smelt it.

Her ass wasn't just producing ear splitting concusive blasts of force, they were producing ear splitting concusive blasts of force that smelt like death. Harley was well accustomed to her own farts, she was a tomboy after all. She revelled in being able to ruin a room by herself in minutes. But this was beyond anything she had ever smelt before. Even the worst pile of corpses she'd smelt before were like roses compared to this stench. It made her eyes water, it made her gasp for air, and there was more of it every step she took.

At this point, her prerogative had changed. She wasn't looking for a bathroom, a steral hot box for her to slowly suffocate in, no. She was now on the hunt for their balcony (it was a penthouse, afterall). She figured she could just shit off the edge if it got that bad, poor guy below be damned, but she could not stand being inside with her stink anymore.

She finally found her way to the balcony through the ever thickening brown miasma and ripped the door open. She walked outside and took a deep inhale, ecstatic to smell fresh air again. But her quick, deep inhale had the consequence of sloshing her belly around.

*FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL*

The blast was so loud Harley was deafened for a short while after, the ringing in her ears was so loud. When she could finally focus again, she could hear the settling of glass behind her, car alarms and screams from miles around, and the fact her ass was still revving like a motor, letting gas slip from her as if it hadn't just broken 100 world records. After her hearing, she tuned into her sight and smell next, which were in clear juxtaposition with one another. The force of the fart had produced so much gas that she was effectively blind, only able to see a solid shade of brown. Her smell, meanwhile, was experiencing more than she would have ever wanted. The stink from her farts inside were child's play to the miasma she had covered the city in. She limply held onto the railing, coughing and wheezing until she heard a voice from behind her.

"Okay, Harley, *cough* what the hell."

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Ivy had been working on her project for a number of hours now until it started. Initially, Ivy had been unaware of her girlfriend's expulsions, with her soundproof lab more than covering the sound. But not even the best insulation on the planet could have stopped her from hearing Harley's ass's magnum opus.

The blast sounded off like a bomb and it shook the room violently, knocking over beakers and scattering papers. Recognizing danger, she looked out her clear glass doors, only to notice an ever present brown mist blocking her in on all sides. Seeing no other option- and having read enough fetish erotica to see where this was going- she strapped on her gas mask and exited her lab, never more thankful for her decision to install an air lock.

"Ivy, I *cough* I can explain!"

"You ate too many burritos and now your F150 sized ass is farting up TSAR bombs. That about cover it? "

"Yea, I suppose it does."

Harley jumps slightly as Ivy places her hands on her shoulders, slowly moving them down to her stomach.

"Harley, I love you, these extremely toxic clouds of your own farts are proof enough of that. But for the sake of my research and the foundations of our home, I'm gonna need you to take a walk."

And so, with a raging hard on that she was so thankful her ever-horny clown girlfriend couldn't see, Ivy used thornless bramble branches (the only plant of hers that hadn't shriveled up and died yet) to lower Harley onto the ground below.

"And hey, as long as you're not around our house, don't be afraid to go nuclear!"

Harley smiled up at her girlfriend, the air much less opaque at this level. But as she tried to set off, Harley come to an unfortunate realization.

"MY ASS IS TOO BIG FOR THE STREET!"

Ketogenic Fat Loss Diet 101: Understanding the Basics

The Ketogenic Fat Loss Diet, often shortened to "keto," has become a popular approach for weight loss. But what exactly is it, and how does it work? This guide provides a basic overview of the keto diet, its core principles, and some potential benefits and drawbacks to consider.

What is the Ketogenic Diet?

The keto diet is a high-fat, low-carbohydrate eating plan. It drastically reduces carbohydrate intake and replaces it with fat. This dietary shift pushes the body into a metabolic state called ketosis. In ketosis, the body, deprived of its usual glucose (sugar) from carbohydrates, starts breaking down stored fat for energy. This breakdown of fat produces ketones, which become the primary fuel source for the body.

The Core Principles of Keto

The keto diet revolves around the following key principles:

Severely Restricted Carbohydrates: Daily carb intake is typically limited to 20-50 grams, a significant reduction compared to the recommended daily intake of around 230 grams for adults.

Moderate Protein Intake: Protein intake is usually set at a moderate level, aiming to preserve lean muscle mass while the body burns fat for energy.

High Fat Intake: Fat becomes the primary source of calories, often exceeding 70% of total daily intake. This high-fat consumption provides satiety and helps sustain energy levels.

There are various versions of the keto diet, with some variations in macronutrient ratios (carbohydrates, protein, fat). However, the core principle of drastically restricting carbohydrates to induce ketosis remains constant.

Potential Benefits of Keto

Proponents of the keto diet tout several potential benefits, including:

Weight Loss: The keto diet may promote weight loss by encouraging the body to burn stored fat for fuel.

Improved Blood Sugar Control: The restricted carb intake can lead to lower blood sugar levels, potentially beneficial for individuals with prediabetes or type 2 diabetes.

Appetite Suppression: The high-fat content of the keto diet can promote feelings of satiety, potentially reducing overall calorie intake and aiding weight management efforts.

Increased Energy Levels: Some people experience increased energy levels on the keto diet, possibly due to the efficient use of fat for fuel.

It's important to note that the research on the long-term benefits and safety of the keto diet is still ongoing. While some studies suggest potential advantages, more research is needed to confirm these findings.

Considerations Before Trying Keto

Before embarking on the keto diet, consider the following:

Potential Side Effects: The initial transition to ketosis can sometimes lead to side effects like fatigue, headaches, and constipation. These are often temporary, but consulting a healthcare professional is recommended.

Sustainability: The restrictive nature of the keto diet can be challenging to maintain in the long term. It's crucial to assess if you can realistically adhere to the dietary limitations.

Nutrient Deficiencies: Limiting fruits, vegetables, and whole grains can increase the risk of nutrient deficiencies. Taking a multivitamin or consulting a nutritionist can help ensure you're getting the essential nutrients your body needs.

Underlying Health Conditions: If you have any pre-existing health conditions, discuss the keto diet with your doctor before starting. They can advise you on its suitability for your individual needs.

Conclusion

The ketogenic diet offers a unique approach to weight loss by utilizing fat for energy. While it may hold promise for some, it's not a one-size-fits-all solution. Weigh the potential benefits against the challenges and potential side effects. Consulting a healthcare professional or registered dietitian is crucial before starting the keto diet, especially if you have any underlying health conditions.

The flush on Gorou's face would unfortunately be obvious and unavoidable for him to conceal as he wordlessly and carefully sat down in Itto's lap, one leg on either side of the onis hips. His tail flicked from side to side as seconds ticked by and Gorou willed himself to move again, but at least his ears were relaxed instead of alert and tense. Breathing was even as fingers flattened out and both palms came to rest on Itto's broad chest, almost as if Gorou couldn't process how small his hands seemed in comparison.

This was new territory for both of them and they knew it, and despite knowing Itto wouldn't push him away it didn't ease how Gorou's heart was going quicker than usual as he noticed more and more things; how warm Itto was, how solid his muscles felt, how strong his legs felt underneath Gorou's own, and how aware of their size difference he was.

Even when they were closer to eye level, Gorou still knew he was quite a bit smaller than the oni, both in height and in body frame. And yet there was still a level of comfort there for the General, knowing it was actually okay to keep going further, to let his hands slowly run along Itto's chest and explore the bare skin there. He wanted this close proximity to continue, he wanted more of it. And even when Gorou finally broke the silence and spoke, his voice was quiet but still loud enough for Itto to hear.

"I never realized how warm you are....... It's... nice."

Gorou wasn't the only one with a flush adorning his features, though the Oni's might be a little less obvious initially, due to the crimson Oni markings around his eyes and down his cheeks. As Gorou sat down and got somewhat comfortable, the larger male would keep his sunset eyes trained on the smaller male's face, and his hands to his sides. At least, at the start this situation was new and foreign territory for both of them. While the larger of the two had something akin to... experience in regard to some things, it didn't really count in the end.

Why would anyone count having been used as experience?

He had no intention of pushing Gorou away, the two of them had spent a great deal of time around one another, and despite never mentioning it, the Oni had been poked about his relationship with the General of the Rebellion. Not that he had an answer for any questions posed regarding it, as far as he was aware the two of them were just really good friends. Up until this new situation, of course, at least the two of them were alone, as they tended to be whenever they were hanging out.

He'd never judged Gorou for being on the smaller side, after all, not everyone swung around a weapon that weighed damn near 300 pounds like it was a small stick. Him having more muscle mass made sense in that regard, and while the other male was smaller in height and build that didn't take away from his presence at all. There was something there, that led to people feeling comforted around the General, and the Oni was absolutely no exception to that.

"I-is it? I uh... nobody's ever really touched me like this, it's... it's really nice."

Eventually, one of his hands would come to rest on the small of Gorou's back, not pressing down, but merely resting there lightly. Likely only enough that the other would feel it. Of course, the warmth coming from the hand would be rather obvious, after all, the Oni was considerably warmer than everyone else. He'd worry his bottom lip for a few moments, fangs pressing in and leaving indents to show that he was more than slightly nervous.

For some reason, he found his eyes looking toward the other male's lips more than not. An odd feeling welling up inside his chest as he felt the General's smaller hands running along his chest, fingers likely tracing along the ridges of the toned muscles that lay bare due to his manner of dress. Not that he'd ever gotten complaints about showing off his physique and he was far from shy when it came to his body. Though, feeling the smaller hands would cause him to shiver slightly, and his hand that had been resting on the small of Gorou's back would pull the other a bit closer.

"Is... this okay, Gorou? If it's too much y'tell me, alright?"

As loud and boistrous as the Oni typically was, his voice was quiet. Though there was no air of timidity in it, he was still being himself, just something akin to relaxation was taking hold.

Perhaps there was something more between the two than mere friendship that could be explored. If they were both open to it, that was.

Hydration Hacks: Unlocking the Secrets of 'How Much Water Should I Drink to Gain Muscle

Water, the elixir of life, plays a crucial role in various bodily functions, and its significance becomes even more pronounced when it comes to the realm of muscle gain. The question on the minds of many fitness enthusiasts is, "How much water should I drink to gain muscle?" Understanding the intricate relationship between hydration and muscle development is key to unlocking the full potential of your workouts.

Muscle growth is a complex process that involves a combination of resistance training, proper nutrition, and, perhaps surprisingly to some, adequate hydration. Water is involved in nearly every metabolic process in the body, and its role in facilitating nutrient transport and waste removal is particularly vital for those looking to pack on lean muscle mass.

One of the primary ways in which water aids muscle growth is through its involvement in protein synthesis. Protein synthesis is the process by which the body builds new proteins, including the muscle proteins needed for growth and repair. Water helps transport amino acids, the building blocks of proteins, to the muscle cells, promoting an environment conducive to muscle protein synthesis.

Additionally, proper hydration supports nutrient absorption. When you consume nutrients through food or supplements, water helps break them down and transport them to various parts of the body, including the muscles. This ensures that the essential nutrients, such as carbohydrates, proteins, and electrolytes, reach the muscle cells efficiently, providing the fuel necessary for energy and recovery.

Beyond the cellular level, water plays a crucial role in maintaining joint health and lubrication. During intense resistance training, joints endure significant stress, and adequate hydration helps cushion and protect them. This is especially important for those engaging in weightlifting exercises that target specific muscle groups.

So, back to the burning question: How much water should I drink to gain muscle? The answer lies in understanding your individual needs and tailoring your hydration habits accordingly. While there is no one-size-fits-all approach, several factors can influence your water requirements for optimal muscle growth.

Firstly, consider your body weight. A general guideline is to aim for at least half an ounce of water per pound of body weight. For example, if you weigh 150 pounds, you should aim for a minimum of 75 ounces of water per day. However, this is a baseline, and individual needs may vary based on factors such as activity level, climate, and overall health.

Another key consideration is your activity level. Intense workouts, especially those focused on building muscle, result in increased sweat and fluid loss. To compensate for this, you'll need to up your water intake. A good practice is to drink water consistently throughout the day, not just during your workout, to ensure that your muscles stay adequately hydrated.

the link between water intake and muscle gain is undeniable. The question of "How much water should I drink to gain muscle" underscores the importance of recognizing the symbiotic relationship between hydration and muscle development. By staying mindful of your body's individual needs and incorporating proper hydration into your fitness routine, you can pave the way for more effective and sustainable muscle growth. So, drink up, stay hydrated, and watch your muscles thrive.

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What is a good body composition?

What is Body Creation? Each individual's body is at last comprised of exactly the same things — organs, water, muscles, bones, and fat. In any case, few out of every odd body contains similar measure of these substances. To figure out how much muscle or fat is in an individual's body, wellbeing experts have created ways of estimating one's body piece. Body piece is the level of organs, water, muscle, bones, and fat tracked down in a body. Commonly, body piece can be separated into two classifications: lean mass and fat. Lean mass incorporates the all out weight of the muscles, bones, organs, ligaments, water, and different tissues tracked down inside the human body. Lean mass is otherwise called the "without fat part" since it estimates all the other things in the body other than the fat.

Body sythesis is how much bones, muscles, fat, water, organs and other connective tissues tracked down inside a body.

Life structures of Middle It is critical to comprehend body organization since it is a decent sign of wellbeing, substantially more so than estimating in general weight. Studies have demonstrated the way that an excess of fat in the body can cause illness. By just estimating by and large weight on a scale, an individual wouldn't have the foggiest idea about how much their muscle to fat ratio versus how much their lean mass. For instance, two competitors can both weigh 175 lbs. In any case, one competitor might have considerably more muscle, bringing about a higher slender mass and lower muscle versus fat than the other competitor. Understanding body arrangement can help somebody perceive and accomplish their wellbeing and health objectives.

Muscle versus fat Definition All people are made of up living cells. Fat cells, or adipocytes, make up greasy tissues called fat. There are various sorts of fat or fat in the body in light of the capability of the fat cells as well as where the fat is found.

White fat tissue assists with protection and energy stockpiling when food is scant, gives security to encompassing organs, and assists with chemical guideline. Brown fat tissue creates heat. Human infants are brought into the world with more earthy colored fat tissue as an endurance instrument. The sum diminishes as they age.

Both white and brown fat can be arranged in light of their area in the body. Fat that is put away around the significant organs, like the heart, liver, and kidneys, is called instinctive fat. Fat found somewhere else, as under the skin, is called subcutaneous fat. While fat can be useful for endurance, an excessive amount of muscle versus fat can straightforwardly cause illnesses like hypertension, type 2 diabetes, atherosclerosis, stroke, and even disease.

Since an excessive amount of muscle versus fat can be adverse to one's wellbeing, wellbeing experts and their patients track body arrangement as opposed to simply weight. One significant motivation to follow body arrangement is that muscle is more thick than fat. For instance, on the off chance that an's individual will likely diminish their muscle versus fat, they might begin to add day to day work out. Assuming this individual starts to add more muscle to their body organization, they may really see an expansion in general load on the scale. By just estimating by and large weight, they might become deterred when the scale shows a bigger number. As a general rule, be that as it may, they may really have added muscle. If they somehow happened to quantify and follow their general body sythesis all things considered, they would see the expansion in lean mass and decline in muscle to fat ratio.

Body Creation versus BMI During the nineteenth 100 years, a Belgian mathematician and researcher named Adolphe Quetelet was keen on the relationship of body weight and coronary illness. To additional review the connection between the two, he partitioned an individual's load by their level. He alluded to this number as the "Quetelet Record." Today, this estimation is known as the Weight File (BMI). BMI doesn't show an individual's body sythesis of lean mass or fat. BMI just shows the relationship of an individual's level and weight, which can be exceptionally deceptive while estimating wellbeing.

Keep in mind, muscle is more thick than muscle versus fat. Consequently, two individuals could gauge something similar yet have various rates of muscle versus fat and slender mass. Furthermore, competitors with low muscle versus fat might be recorded as better than expected muscle versus fat on BMI diagrams. For instance, an expert competitor who weighs 260 lbs. furthermore, is 6'5" has a BMI score of 30.8. This competitor would be delegated corpulent. Notwithstanding, an expert competitor prepares consistently and eats a particular measure of food to fabricate huge and thick muscles that add more to their general weight. While BMI is not difficult to compute, it is viewed as an unfortunate method for following and work towards wellbeing objectives. Working out the muscle versus fat and fit mass of one's body sythesis gives a more exact picture.

Deciding Body Creation There are multiple ways of working out and decide an individual's body structure. The most widely recognized techniques incorporate hydrostatic gauging, air relocation, bioelectrical impedance examination, and skinfold estimations. The following is a clarification of how every one of the four techniques work, and an outline of their benefits and detriments:

Hydrostatic Gauging Hydrostatic weighing is utilized to look at an individual's load ashore and their weight in water to work out their body sythesis. An individual is first burdened a scale, and is then lowered submerged and weighed once more. These estimations take into account the computation of one's body thickness. Since fat has a lower thickness than muscle, a lower body thickness would show more fat in an individual's general body creation. Hydrostatic weighing is a substantial strategy to compute body sythesis, yet one drawback of it is that it expects that the parts of slender mass (bone, muscle, water) are similar densities for a wide range of individuals. This isn't accurate. Studies have shown that individuals of various races have different bone densities, and that implies that hydrostatic weighing can misjudge lean mass and underrate muscle to fat ratio.

What is a good body composition? A decent body structure is different for everybody. The level of lean mass and fat will rely upon an individual's age, sex, and wellness objectives. A 22-year-old female competitor will normally have between 14% to 20% muscle versus fat, though a 22-year-old male competitor's muscle versus fat will be between 6% to 13%. Moreover, a 18-year-old male with 25% muscle versus fat is viewed as better than expected, yet a 60-year-old male with 25% muscle versus fat is normal.

Composition's meaning could be a little clearer. Body creation is how much muscle, water, bones, fat, and other connective tissues tracked down inside an individual. Typically, body creation is separated into rate classifications, for example, muscle versus fat and slender mass. Muscle to fat ratio is fundamental for people, yet an excess of can prompt illness. Lean mass, otherwise called the "without fat part," is all the other things in the body other than fat.

personal update

Exercise related update.

It's been 13 weeks now and I'm still following through on my exercise routine. That's a huge resounding success in my books.

Some hings have changed a bit though. Like I don't exercise every day. I've been lax on the weekends these past few weeks, though have justified it to myself knowing I was going to have a lot of incidental exercise over the weekend with way too much walking happening.

I'm also more open to doing longer stints of exercise 20-25 minutes rather than just short and sharp things to get it over and done with.

That being said, I'm at a point now where I'm plateauing on the weightloss so I'm trying to shake things up a bit, shifting gears from purly cardio to mixing in weight training minimum 3 days a week.

I enjoy the DOMS and try to change up the types of exercises I do when I'm not feeling sore from them anymore. I'm hoping I'll start seeing a shift in my weight again soon as I've been teetering around the same weight for the past 3 weeks. It's not stressing me out or severely disappointing me. I'd still like things to keep moving though.

To date I've worked off 7 kgs, which is 15.4lbs to you imperial weirdos out there. That's about halfway to the weight I need to get to, to consider myself a 'healthy bmi'. Of course acknowledging that BMI is bullshit and doesn't take a whole lot of other things into consideration.

But I think my target weight which sits in that BMI range is realistic and doable, so I'm hoping to see some improvement in weight loss soon.

I'm being a bit more lax in my eating, taking in more calories especially since I'm focusing on more muscle mass. Fingers crossed, please and thank you.

Though not my official weigh in day, I did check my weight today and am lower than I've been the past two weeks, but still not low enough to be out of my plateauing limboland.

No matter what happens next I'm still very proud of myself for having gotten into a routine. And it's a good one because I'm not feeling super discouraged despite the scale not shifting where I want it to go.

It's my birthday real soon and I'm going to get some dumbbells so I can be more comfortable and do more intense workouts. At the moment I'm making do, using kettlebells and plates for the exercises, but dumbbells will be so much better.

Really looking forward to continuing the fitness journey I'm on. I'm feeling more energetic when I have to do physical things. I hopped on the treadmill a couple of weeks ago and saw a huge improvement in my cardiovascular fitness, so that's a huge boon. My clothes are looser on me and I am in desperate need of new jeans as my old pair is super baggy now. Not too happy that I also need to buy new bras very soon, esp if the weight starts coming off again, as I had just bought a couple of expensive ones in January. But oh well.

People are commenting on noticing that I've lost weight and I really like my legs. I've always had big calves but they have slimmed down a whole heap which makes me happy. And all in all I'm very glad I have lost weight because I had to attend a video shoot for work, so I'm glad I wasn't captured on film at my heaviest 😅

Hopefully I'll be back with more good weightloss news in a few more months. And if nothing else, as long as I can keep this routine up I'm already a winner. No matter what my body does.

Skydiving freefall time

SKYDIVING FREEFALL TIME FREE

The thinner the air, the more risky it is to suffer from hypoxia, a potentially fatal condition such as high altitude pulmonary edema (HAPE) and high altitude cerebral edema (HACE). While higher altitude jumps are not dangerous in and of themselves, you should consider the thinner air and the potential effects it will have on your body. High-altitude skydivers often perform large formation skydives that reach over 15,000 feet in one flight. The duration of a 14,000 ft jump will be between five and six minutes, which is plenty of time to enjoy the view. You can choose a sportier parachute with higher speed to accelerate the freefall. It works like an airplane wing, and will slow your descent to about 17mph. The rest of the time will be spent using your parachute. The entire jump could last between 7 and 10 minutes.Ī 14,000 ft skydive will allow you to freefall for about one minute. The freefall will last between thirty and sixty seconds, with each second passing at about 120mph. However, once you are at 14,000 feet, you will have to deal with the constant change in speed and the weight of your body.

SKYDIVING FREEFALL TIME FREE

Your body is in perfect balance with gravity, and your mind is free to focus on the experience rather than worrying about your physical condition. When skydiving from 14,000 feet, you can experience speeds of up to 120mph. You’ll feel the adrenaline rush as you descend through the air. While the freefall is a thrilling and exhilarating experience, it is also an important learning experience. If you’re going for a skydive, the first 3,000 feet will be the most exciting and memorable part. It’s best to arrive at your dive site at least an hour before your scheduled jump. This means that your nervousness will cause you to feel butterflies before your jump. During your freefall, you’ll be hyper aware of every second of your experience. When you’re skydiving, you’ll be falling through the air at a speed of about 120 miles per hour. If you’re in a head-down position, you’ll reach 150-180mph (250-290kph). If you’re belly-to-earth, you’ll fall at approximately 120mph. You need to understand that when you’re in freefall, your body weight and position will influence the speed at which you’re falling. The total time spent skydiving from this height varies from 5 to 7 minutes parachute ride and can vary considerably depending on weather, and experience. You should expect a 30 to 40 seconds ground rushing freefall if you decide to go for a 10,000 feet skydiving experience. A person who weighs seventy to eighty pounds will experience about two hundred and eighty miles per hour, or about 250 and nine hundred and fifty miles per hour. A person weighing about one hundred and fifty pounds will fall at a speed of about 120mph. Your speed will vary depending on your body mass and surface area.

Striped wild dogs

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There may be considerable variation in coloration through the range of a species and some Canids may exhibit different color morphs. Desert and Arctic Canids are usually very pale in color.

Striped wild dogs Patch#

The tail is usually bushy, often with a contrasting white or black tip and a darker, bristly patch covering the dorsal supracaudal scent gland near the root. The underparts are usually paler than the rest of the body. Most species are uniformly colored or speckled, but some may have stripes on the sides of the body (e.g., Side-Striped Jackal), or may be covered with blotches (e.g., African Wild Dog). Color varies significantly, tawny brown or gray in most cases, but black, white and shades of ocher also occur. Males and females are indistinguishable in terms of pelage. The fur is thicker and lighter colored in the winter and in low-temperature zones. 2 and 3): Pelage is usually relatively short, with dense underfur mixed with longer guard hairs. Sizes compared to an adult human.Ĭoat ( figs. Variety of size and body shape in Canids: (1) Gray Wolf ( Canis lupus) (2) Maned Wolf ( Chrysocyon brachyurus) (3) African Wild Dog ( Lycaon pictus) (4) Red Fox ( Vulpes vulpes) (5) Gray Fox ( Urocyon cinereoargenteus) (6) Bush Dog ( Speothos venaticus) (7) Fennec Fox ( Vulpes zerda). Most Canids are isomorphic that is, proportions are constant (e.g., Wolves have bigger heads because they have larger bodies, but if shrunk they would just look like Coyotes or Jackals).įigure 1. The body forms of Canids are similar, typically having long muzzles, upright ears, teeth adapted for cracking bones and slicing flesh, lightly built bodies, and long legs adapted to running down prey or foraging on the trot, and bushy tails. Sexual dimorphism, when present at all, is minimal, with males slightly larger than females. In most Canids, body size is attributed as a response to food availability: very small Canids (e.g., Fennec Fox) are usually associated with arid and poor habitats in which only a small body mass can be supported year-round, while large Canids (e.g., African Wild Dog) are often associated with habitats in which prey is abundant. Body lengths (without tail) range between 35 and 160 cm, and tail lengths are approximately 12 to 56 cm. Most Fox species weigh 1.5 to 9.0 kg, while most other species are 5 to 27 kg. 1): Canids vary widely in size, from the Gray Wolf, which may be up to 160 cm long, and can weigh up to 80 kg, to the diminutive Fennec Fox, which may be as little as 24 cm in length, and weighs less than 1 kg. Most Canids feed on mammalian prey, but vegetable matter, carrion, and invertebrates are also an important source of food in many species. They inhabit temperate and tropical forests, savanna, tundra and deserts throughout the world, with the exception of some oceanic islands and Antarctica. They exhibit many reproductive and behavioral traits uncommon in other mammals, such as monogamy with paternal care, long-term incorporation of young adults into the social group, alloparenting, inhibition of reproduction in subordinate individuals, monoestrus, and a copulatory tie. Most are seasonal breeders producing a single litter each year. They are mostly social animals, living together in family units or small groups and behaving cooperatively. The Canid family is a lineage of terrestrial carnivorans, adapted for swift running, which includes Wolves, Coyotes, Jackals, Foxes, Dogs, Dingoes, Dholes and other Dog-like mammals, with a total of 13 genera and at least 37 extant species. The ideal field companion and a delight for armchair naturalists.Includes distribution maps and tips on where to observe each species.Describes key identification features, habitat, behavior, reproduction, and much more.Depicts species in similar poses for quick and easy comparisons.Features more than 150 color plates with more than 600 photos from around the globe.Covers every species and subspecies of canid.The book also includes distribution maps and tips on where to observe each species, making Canids of the World the most comprehensive and user-friendly guide to these intriguing and spectacular mammals. It features more than 150 superb color plates depicting every kind of canid and detailed facing-page species accounts that describe key identification features, morphology, distribution, subspeciation, habitat, and conservation status in the wild. This stunningly illustrated and easy-to-use field guide covers every species of the world’s canids, from the Gray Wolf of North America to the dholes of Asia, from African jackals to the South American Bush Dog. The most complete and user-friendly photographic field guide to the world’s canids

Day 08- Short term goals for this month and why 

Before I got hospitalized, I weighed about 155 pounds. I maintained a fairly active lifestyle—bicycling and engaging in full body calisthenics two to three times a week, regularly swimming and hiking whenever I was in Hawaii—but also indulged in plenty of fried, delicious, and carb-heavy foods every opportunity I had, in addition to drinking lots of alcohol—mostly craft beers and wines. Most of my t-shirts and button up shirts were a size medium, and and I straddled a 30-31 inch waist size for context.

All that of that changed after I got hospitalized, however, and over the course of seven months I lost about 45 pounds. My entire physical frame shrank considerably due to the fact that for the majority of my time there, I was not allowed to eat or drink any foods or liquids by mouth and only received the bare minimum amount of nutritional formula necessary to keep me alive through a nasal feeding tube. At my lowest, I weighed about 109 pounds soaking wet. One day it hit me like a ton of bricks just how much weight I had actually lost while I was comparing my arm size to that of my younger sister and I realized that her arm was noticeably bigger than mine. By the time I was discharged, I resembled a prisoner of war who had just been freed from a Vietcong POW camp.

Aside from the expected difficulties of relearning to breathe on my own without hyperventilating, one of the biggest mental challenges I faced in the first month of being out of the hospital was looking at myself in the mirror each day and seeing my emaciated frame staring back at me. My face admittedly looked a bit more handsomely angular without some excess lower chin fat like it did before and I lost the slight beer belly that I had gained in the last few years, but my arms in particular looked sickeningly gaunt and I lost almost all the lower body and leg muscles I had developed from years of biking and hiking. Worst of all, it was uncomfortable to sit down for extended periods of time because I no longer had a firm natural seat cushion since my glutes had atrophied the most after all those months of lying dormant in a hospital bed. I felt self-conscious to be seen in public if I was not wearing long pants or a jacket for a while, and I internally cringed whenever I happened to see my figure in some passing reflection.

Fortunately, all the high calorie and high protein meals my mother has been cooking me for the last four months have finally allowed me to gain some healthy weight back. As of this morning, I weighed a little over 135 pounds. For this next month, my short term goal is to focus on gaining not just weight but specifically muscle mass. I recently acquired two ten pound barbells and while it might not seem like much compared to how much I could lift before, it will allow myself to establish a more disciplined workout regiment to regain some definition and bulk up without just gaining excess weight indefinitely. The goal is to workout 5-6 days a week, both upper body, legs, and core and use the stationary bike at my grandma's house for cardio.

And of course, an additional short term goal is to complete this 30 day challenge and continue writing afterwards with the intention of cultivating this as a regular habit into my everyday routine.

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The pattern has also been seen for extended lounging times within PBDE-dosed birds (1314d) weighed against control parrots (8d). Moreover, an important aftereffect of PBDE was discovered about development of your second-generation children #Link# associated with inside ovotreated ladies; body mass ended up being considerably reduced the high-PBDE dosed birds compared with controls coming from hatch by way of fledging (day 40). The particular writers discovered zero proof of consequences on the longer term and in effective years, no matter whether throughout grownup, reproductive phenotype from the second-generation children of throughout ovotreated parrots, or in the expansion of these (third-generation) children. Their particular final results claim that ovum amounts as low as 10ng/g BDE-99 may well influence processing within little passerines by reducing clutch size. Environ. Toxicol. Chem. 2013;Thirty-two:562568. (chemical) 2012 SETACObjective: To evaluate the effectiveness as well as security with the 20-gauge transconjunctival sutureless vitrectomy system throughout vitreoretinal operations. Methods: Your graphs involving 102 consecutive sufferers which have 20-gauge transconjunctival sutureless vitrectomy through A single doctor had been retrospectively analyzed. The key outcome steps were intraoperative and also postoperative complications along with postoperative intraocular force and Snellen visual skill when compared with preoperative values. People have been assessed just before surgical treatment and 24 hours, A week, Four weeks, and 3 weeks postoperatively. Results: No trocar-related intraoperative complications had been registered. A couple of people (2%) every single necessary suturing of just one sclerotomy as a result of seapage at finishing surgery. Suggest preoperative visual skill (throughout logarithm with the bare minimum perspective involving quality products) was A single.A single +/- 0.6. Simply by A couple of months following surgery, the particular mean graphic acuity got improved in order to 2.7 +/- Zero.Your five (P < Zero.001). Indicate preoperative intraocular stress had been 14.Seven +/- Your five.One mmHg. Imply postoperative intraocular pressure ended up being 18.A couple of +/- 5.5 mmHg (R Equates to Zero.Forty-eight) at First day as well as Fourteen.6 +/- 4.Several mmHg (S = 3.82) from Morning Several right after surgical treatment. Hypotony was within Several individuals (3%) around the first postoperative day, but their intraocular strain settled down automatically #Link# inside of A week. No people produced postoperative endophthalmitis as well as retinal detachment. Conclusion: Twenty-gauge transconjunctival sutureless vitrectomy can be a safe and efficient technique for the particular surgical treatment of the number of vitreoretinal pathologies. RETINA 31st: 1765-1771, This yearTargets: Sickle mobile disease-related pain is actually difficult to treat sufficiently. Pain secondary for you to vasoocclusive episodes (VOE) could be less competent to be able to high-dose medication opiates. Alternative healthcare alternatives for VOE are needed #Link# . We sought to examine each of our knowledge about low-dose ketamine for youngsters hospitalized along with VOE. Methods: Retrospective medical chart critiques were executed pertaining to in the hospital people addressed with ketamine for sickle mobile VOE. Data collected provided important signs, discomfort ratings, opiate utilization, along with unfavorable events. Results: A few youngsters and young people acquired the low-dose ketamine infusion for the treatment sickle cell-related discomfort.