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my MOVEmber workout plan

start date: friday, november 1

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day 1: 30 minute pms & menstrual pain workout + 20 minute lower back workout & stretch

day 2: 44 minute core & mobility

day 3: 30 minute pilates

day 4: 30 minute walking cardio + 15 minute stretch

day 5: 45 minute yoga

day 6: 30 minute full body strength + 10 minute stretch

day 7: 35 minute pilates x mobility

day 8: 30 minute hiit + 10 minute stretch

day 9: 45 minute yoga

day 10: 30 minute pilates

day 11: 30 minute full body + 20 minute yoga

day 12: 40 minute mobility & dynamic stretch

day 13: 30 minute cardio + 25 minute yoga

day 14: 1 hour yoga & breathwork

day 15: 30 minute full body strength + 20 minute stretch

day 16: 30 minute stretch

day 17: 30 minute yoga hiit fusion

day 18: 45 minute power pilates

day 19: 30 minute hiit + 20 minute full body + 10 minute stretch

day 20: 30 minute yoga

day 21: 30 minute full body + 10 minute stretch

day 22: 30 minute hiit + 25 minute stretch

day 23: 45 minute yoga

day 24: 30 minute mobility & strength

day 25: 45 minute strength & cardio

day 26: 30 minute stretch

day 27: 30 minute slim leg workout + 15 minute slim leg stretch

day 28: 30 minute pilates core

day 29: 30 minute hiit

day 30: 1 hour yoga

Requesting Fear 14 “Just stay on the phone with me, please?” With Terry Richmond, please?

“I’m here on the scene downtown and there appears to be some sort of…anomaly in the sky. We haven’t been able to decipher what it is yet but - oh my God. Oh my God! What is that?” 

Sounds from the television in the other room had long retreated to the recesses of Terry’s mind as he barreled through the house in search of supplies. Generator? Check. Gas cans? Got it. Weapons? On deck. 

His cell phone rested between his neck and shoulder while he collected additional bullets and bladed from the hidden pantry beneath the carefully concealed back entrance in the kitchen. He couldn’t be too safe or too prepared. What he could be was frustrated once his call went unanswered for the second time. 

“This voicemailbox is full. Hang up an-”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He chanted to himself as he filled a tackle box with shotgun rounds. “Pick up, Layla. Pick up!” 

“Dad, what’s going on?” 

Terry’s heart lept into his throat from the startle of his son’s raspy voice. His body temperature spiked. Stress sweat made his armpits burn. His eyes darted between the gun in his hand and Benji’s worried expression. 

“We gotta go, buddy. Remember what I told you?” 

Benji blinked and nodded. “That one day we’d have to leave because people would come here to hurt us?” 

“Exactly. It's that time. Get your bag. Don’t grab anything extra. Be back down here in two minutes. We don’t have a lot of time.” 

“Where’s Mom?” 

“I don’t know, bud. I’m trying to find her. Just, please, go get your things.” 

“But we can’t leave without Mom!” 

“BENJAMIN!” Terry’s voice boomed as frustration and worry began to gnaw at his racing mind. He quickly took a deep breath before approaching Benjamin to get eye-level with the scared child. He reached out to wipe a fresh tear from his cheek. “I didn’t mean to yell, but son, we gotta go. Cooperate with me, okay? Get your things. I’ll find your mother. I would never leave without her, you know that.” 

“You promise?” 

“On my life. Never.” 

Benji accepted his father’s promise without a word, choosing to remain quiet and do as he was told. 

Terry watched until his son was out of sight before taking a deep breath. He had to find her. Not just for Benjamin. He had to find her because he wasn’t sure if he could continue living if she didn’t walk through the door. They’d prepped and planned for the inevitable for years. He needed Layla more than anything. 

Rushing back to his phone, Terry frantically pressed her name in his contact list. 

One ring. A second ring. A third. Four. 

“Layla don’t do this to me. Answer!” 

A brief pause stopped the agonizing ringing on the other line and connected them. Terry gasped for the air he didn’t know he was dying for as he listened for her voice to greet him.

Screaming erupted on Layla’s end of the phone. Then panting. Rustling indicated that she may be running but she said no words to hint at her status.

“LJ! LJ, are you there?” Nothing. Only quickening pants and deep breathing in what sounded like a mad dash to escape. “LJ, say something!” 

Silence greeted him until she was able to breathe out a barely audible whisper. “Terry, leave the house. Take Benjamin and go. Don’t wait for me. I won’t make it in time.” 

“Don’t say that. I can buy some time. We’re far enough out.” 

“No. Leave. I’ll meet you. 50 miles southwest, just like we planned.” 

“Where are you? I’ll come to you right now.” 

A blood-curdling scream rang out in Layla’s background, so loud that Terry was forced to pull the phone away from his ear until the screaming was cut abruptly. Layla sniffled before answering. 

“50 miles southwest at the water tower. The key for the well-hatch is buried in the thicket to the right. I’ll knock twice so you know it’s me. I gotta go.” 

Terry cursed to himself as he gathered supplies and made his way out of the pantry. “Please, just stay on the phone with me. Please.” 

“I gotta go, baby. Kiss Benji for me. If I’m not there by tomorrow afternoon…make sure you tell him how much I love him.” 

“Layla.” 

“I love you, Terry. Bye.” 

Once Layla ended the call, the dial tone’s dull buzz sounded like a sick taunt to Terry. He closed his eyes to compose himself while he wished away the tears prickling his eyeballs. 

Benji’s light footsteps and quiet question brought him back to the present quicker than he wanted. “She’s not coming, is she? We have to leave without her?” 

“She’ll meet us,” Terry answered attempting to sound confident. “Don’t worry about Mom. She’ll meet us like how we planned. C’mon. Grab the water from the garage and put it in the car for me. Can you do that?” 

Benjamin honored his father’s wishes with a solemn nod and disappeared to complete his task. 

As much as he wanted to scream to the ceiling, Terry couldn’t force the sound up his throat and past his lips. Instead, he slung his duffle bag over his shoulder and stood up a little straighter. He collected the tackle box in his right hand, then grabbed the royal purple duffle by his feet. He couldn't leave room for doubt and what-if's.

She'd need fresh clothes when she met them at that water tower 50 miles southwest.

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The Olympics but high fashion by Wisdom Kaye

Start the gentrification of white activities

Hello 🖐

I am aya living in North Gaza with my three children, and we are facing starvation in the northern region. We have moved more than 13 times trying to find a safe place, but there is no safety anywhere.

I am asking for your help to protect my children and get us out of this imminent danger😥.

Your donations and sharing of my story will greatly contribute to our survival.🙏🙏

https://gofund.me/7dc97966

Morning y’all

🚨 Students at Harvard University launched an encampment in support of Gaza in Harvard Yard moments ago, calling for an end to Harvard's moral and material complicity in the ongoing genocide of the Palestinian people.

Harvard has invested over $200 million of its over $51 billion endowment in companies with ties to zionist settlements in the West Bank, while most of its investments to the zionist entity are kept secret.

The students are demanding financial transparency regarding investments related to the zionist entity, as well as genocide and occupation in Palestine; divestment from these investments and reinvestment in Palestine; and dropping all charges against student activists.

The University has suppressed student voices in support of Palestine time and time again, suspending the Palestine Solidarity Committee just this week on baseless grounds. They have also enabled attacks on pro-Palestinian students from the media and politicians. Today, the students say enough is enough, and that they will no longer tolerate their institution's support for genocide.

This brings the number of ongoing encampments to 19, with more to come.

What a shame it is to see peaceful protests where students are asking for an end to the genocide being met with force. We need an end to the occupation and an end to the genocide.

X: ShaukhSulaiman

Fuck Israel and fuck everyone who still wants to pretend this is confusing or complicated. Is it really that hard to point out the "bad people" in a scenario where a multi-billion military apparatus is handcuffing and killing children and medical staff inside a fucking hospital?

"People can't live without their parents!"

Dareen is one of 17,000 children, whose parents were killed by Israel in Gaza.

This is way better than porn 🥵

the fluffer (8)

summary: it’s the 70′s and the erotic videos industry is experiencing another boom after the risen popularity in the previous decade. the studio’s are hot, gemini flanagan is a brand, and you’re a newly hired assistant at shaggin’ studios. chris takes a liking to you, altering your job description so that you get to work more closely with him. is this all just physical, or is there something more?

pairing: 70′s pornstar!chris evans x black!reader (all may read!!)

word count: 14.4k (jfc, who do i think i am?)

warnings: cursing, spiked hot chocolate (not roofied omg), familial drama, nsfw smut, power dynamic shifting, dry humping (w/ orgasm), oral (f/m receiving), sex w/o condom (please, i beg of you, be responsible), sex on the floor (blankets included), praise kink, degradation kink, choking kink, chain kink (very brief…for now), biting kink (brief), tit slapping (brief), hair pulling kink/pain kink, allusions to submissive space (very slight)

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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

Collide

Characters: Dean Winchester x black!reader, Geralt x black!reader

Summary: When on a case, the reader bumps into a familiar face.

Warnings: None

A/N: This idea has been in my forever. I’m happy its finally out.

Between the store clerk trying to stare down your blouse and him giving you, Sam, and Dean unnecessary details of the attack here, you were gonna blow your brains out. Dean noticed your frustration and smiled at you. He loved the little pouty look you would get when you were annoyed. It was the same look you gave him when you wanted something from him.

To get away from the clerk’s stare you roamed around the gas station, still intently listening to his story.

“Then some dude who looked like he came straight from Game of Thrones came inside. I thought he was LARPing.”

“LARPing?” Dean repeated looking up from his notepad.

“Live action role playing,” you explained, your fingers dragging over the chips.

The clerk looked at you adoringly. “You know what it is?”

“Yeah,” you sauntered back up to the counter. Time to tease this little sucker. You took a cherry blowpop and unwrapped it. “I do it all the time. My favorite is the professor and the naughty schoolgirl.” You fluttered your eyelashes as you stuck the lollipop in your mouth.

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The year is 2020 and I’m a Black girl who lives in luxury. Accounts? Plush. Skin? Clear. Brows? Fleeky. Bills? Paid. Income? Flowing. Career? Flourishing. Passport? Stamped. I’m in love with my life. My finances are the best they’ve ever been. My relationships are effortless and fulfilling. My self esteem is through the roof and I accept nothing less than what I desire and deserve.

A list of 100 black owned businesses that you can check out and support! Feel free to add any black owned business that isn’t on this list.

List made by: @sarahmian on Instagram.

Welcome to October 💋🕷✨💀 ig: kieraplease x ig: brihallofficial

I think I’m gonna take myself on a lunch date

I just want cuddles and dick 🥺 is that too much to ask for?

May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. 💵✨

Can’t Leave ‘Em Alone (II)

Part I

Characters: Rio x black!reader

Summary: The bitch is back. Rio returns and he’s in for a surprise. 

Warnings: Some angst mixed in.

A/N: Its finally here. A bitch is long winded, so I broke this chapter up and its still long af. (WC: 7K)  So I;m sorry if it ends abrupt.

If you want to read more here is my masterlist and if you want to be notified here’s my taglist

Gif Credit: @mego42

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Captain America and the Winter Soldier

Kofi Siriboe

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