#naked tree pose yoga
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Delving in your "Tits Around The World" tag, it seems you have an affinity for luxuriating in front of floor to ceiling windows!
Have you ever fulfilled the romance novel/porn trope of fucking in front of/against one?
I do love pretty views, windows, and backlighting. I don't even think I used that tag for all the window pictures I took while traveling around the US, just the international ones, so there are more window photos sprinkled throughout my blogs.
I've done a lot of things against/in front of windows...not sure I remember them all 😂 I've even done yoga...😉
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Feeling at home among the trees
#feelin it#naked yoga#muir woods#tree pose#seggsy#onlyf@nz#outdoors#outdoor nudity#handstands#spicy art#spicy content
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HP Characters and attempting gymnastics/yoga: Draco, Sirius, Neville, Remus, Cedric & Fred Weasley
I did spell check this then it like deleted some stuff so apologies if it’s not grammatically correct lol
DRACO MALFOY:
“Help me” Draco complains with a slight drawn out sigh. With his arms straightened and right above his head, the infamous Malfoy was scared to attempt his very first cartwheel. “I literally can’t, I showed you! Just land on them and then land on your feet” you laugh, showing him one last simple demonstration; The manor was big enough for your arms and legs to scatter about without hitting any precious vases or paintings. “Ok, ok I’ve got this” he whispers to himself, boosting his motivation and confidence. With an exhale out, he gracefully lands two hands on the ground, followed by two feet, ending it with an unintentional beautiful landing, two hands above his head, just like how he started. With wide eyes, you both started jumping for joy. “I knew my quidditch athleticism would be useful one day!” He exclaimed, jumping up and down in your arms.
SIRIUS BLACK:
“Namaste” Sirius whispered to himself, cross-legged, wine in one hand and the other sitting in his lap. “Doing yoga tipsy, great work. It’s meant to clear your mind idiot, not intoxicate it!” You scold him, ruffling his dreary locks. With a sigh, he opened his eyes. “Ok! Show me your “advanced yoga” ” he said with fingers resembling quotation marks. “Stand up” you instruct, which erupted a huff from the man. “Here, try the tree pose” you gently say, gracefully sliding one leg on your other, and bringing two clasped hands above you. “Easy!” He said, dropping his wine and putting one leg up. However, seconds later, his body contorted, and his face was promptly planted on the living room mat. “I’m ok” his voice muffled from the carpet. “Pass the wine, will you?”
NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM:
“I’m a little scared” Neville mumbled, looking at the intimating ropes that held two rings at the end of it. “It’s easy Nev don’t worry, here I’ll show you” you rub his back as you approach the ropes. With grace, you lifted yourself off the ground and promptly flipped yourself backwards, arms still on the hoops. Releasing, you threw them up above your head. “ta-da!” You say excitedly, which made Neville chuckle. “Ok, I’ll try, my upper arm strength is good, I think” he stammers while approaching the ropes. With two steady hands, he lifts himself and does a flip backwards, landing a little wobbly. “Woohoo!!!” You cheer, catching Neville off guard. “Hey, that was easy!” He said happily, giving you a little side hug. Maybe he could be a gymnast one day.
FRED WEASLEY:
“This is so dumb” Fred says, seeing you do a perfect handstand against the wall. “All the blood will rush to your head” he tuts. “Shut up and try” you walk towards him while still in the handstand position, making Fred laugh as he catches your upside down legs, flipping you back over. “Right, here I go” he murmurs, launching himself towards the wall, making his head smack into the wall. “Oh my merlin, what the hell Fred!” You say worryingly, a moment of silence is filled with laughter. Upside down and on the ground, Fred looks up at you with dizzy eyes and states he’s stuck. Helping him get back up, you give him a small hug and rub his head, poor boy, you think to yourself. “Georgie will have a field day with that one won’t he?” Fred says, dropping his sore head onto your shoulder. “Silly, you should of asked for help!” You rub his head even more, hoping he hasn’t went daft.
REMUS LUPIN:
“I’m not that flexible, you know” Remus shamefully states, rubbing the back of his head. “Hey, c’mon, this ones easy, and it will help relax those tense muscles you always have, you know” you say, doing some light stretches on the ground. “Ok” he says defeated, stripping off his work tie. “Naked Yoga?” You tease, knowing he’s only removing it to be more comfortable. “Shh” he retorts, sitting his butt opposite you on the ground, his knees up to his chest. “Hold both my hands” you reach out across with straight arms reaching his. “Now lift your legs and connect your feet with mine” you add. Complying, Remus connects your socked feet with his and lifts them above, creating a triangular shape, both your hands caging it in. “Yay!” You say, turning your head to the side to see his face, he looked like he was holding something in. “My calves burn” he squealed, exhaling a breath. With a laugh, you release your legs and hands. It’s time to massage those legs you may or may not of just made more stiff.
CEDRIC DIGGORY:
“You can do the splits??” Cedric asks, blown away by your level of flexibility. Walking into his dorm room and seeing you with both legs extended on the ground was not what he was expecting. “And you can’t?” “Cheeky” he says, bending down and taking in the position. “Can you teach me?” He asks, and with a nod, your legs return back to their normal position. Giving him a few stretches, you feel as though he’s ready to be split like a banana. “Ready?” “Ready”
With an exhale out, his legs start sliding. Your smile grows, but starts to disappear once he stops half way. “Ced?” You quirk with a raised brow. “I don’t think I can have kids anymore” he struggles to say, continuing to be stuck in his compromising position.
Tags; @bella-pas
#draco malfoy x you#draco malfoy fluff#draco malfoy x reader#dracomalfoy#professor remus lupin x reader#remus lupin#remus x you#remus lupin x reader#sirius black fluff#sirius black x reader#neville longbottom#Neville Longbottom x reader#fred weasley#fred weasly x reader#cedric diggory fluff#cedric diggory#cedric diggory x reader
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Yoga
Prompt:
Sooooo LOL imagine EZ walked in your shared home while you’re doing yoga. Ever since quarantine you took up focusing on just self relaxation, whether it’s to drink, smoke weed, fuck your man or dabble in yoga. You were already stretchable, but you wanted to make your limbs a bit more loose. EZ loved it when you did the splits while he was deep in you, how wide your legs parted to accommodate his size. He walked in, watching as you followed the yoga instructor.
You had heard him come in, his heavy boots echoed all the way from the front door of the room you both currently inhabited. You smirked as your yoga instructor began his next pose.
Downward dog.
“Hey baby… how was the club today?” You asked as you bent at your waist and planted your hands on the mat.
Ez bit down on his bottom lip and shook his head slightly.
“It was alright. It's different being fully patched but, I like it..”
You hummed and walked your hands to the top of the mat and stretched out, making a reversed V with your body.
Ez took a couple more steps towards you before he stopped again.
“How many days do you do yoga now…? Ez asked
"Um, like 3 or 4 days. Why?”
“Just wondering how many days your yoga instructor gets to see you bent over in…. compromising positions.” He retorted.
You slowly walked your hands back to your feet and then stood up slowly. Your eyes found Ez’s as you went into your final pose- the tree pose. While you balanced on one leg, Ez let his eyes trail up and down your body.
Your outfit of choice was some light pink high waisted nike leggings paired with a matching crop top. It was one of your favorite outfits and based on the way Ez’s eyes were darkening, you figured it was quickly becoming one of his favorites too.
“Alright ladies and gents. We’re all done for the day. Let’s close out our stretches with some deep breaths.”
You smiled at your boyfriend and slowly closed your eyes to inhale three big breaths. You could feel Ez getting closer to you with every breath you took and by the time you opened your eyes back up, he was standing a mere inch away from you.
“Need something baby?” You asked innocently
Ez evaluated your body again before his fully blown out eyes found your mischievous filled ones.
“Yeah…I do actually.”
You slowly bent down to click your yoga video off and you closed your computer gently before you settled on your knees in front of Ez. He looked down at you, towering over you like a God and all you could do was smirk back up at him.
“Did you want something baby?” Ez echoed your question from earlier
You chuckled softly and let your fingers dance around the button of his jeans.
“Maybe I wanna taste you”
“Taste me baby?” He smirked, bending down to tilt your chin up. He kissed you, a few pecks at first before he slipped his tongue in between your lips. He cupped your face with one of his enormous hands. Pulling away, he rubbed your lips with his thumb.
“You taste so good baby. Why not take daddy out and taste him?”
You smiled devilishly, unbuttoning EZ’s jeans. He was already semi hard. You licked the outline of his cock through his boxer. He groaned, looking down at you, your eyes looking up at him. You pulled his boxer down, and your smile grew at the site of his beautiful dick.
“Are you always hard and ready for me daddy?”
“Whenever I see you, my dick becomes instantly hard baby.” EZ watched as you licked your shaft moving up and down, doing kitten licks at the tip of his cock. Wrapping your hand around his cock, you spat down at his cock, lubricating it. “Whenever I do yoga, all I could think of is how good it would feel if you fucked up while I’m doing a yoga position.”
“Yeah baby? But what I really want is for you to take me in your mouth like the good girl I know you to be.” EZ rarely controlled things in his life, he was seen as the textbook good guy, but people just chose not to see how rough he can be.
You loved it when EZ was rough, but half the time, you had somewhat the control, with EZ assisting you, at least that’s how he made you feel.
“How do you want it?”
“Your mouth around him, taking me deep like you always do.”
You took him in your mouth, going all the way down till you were choking around him. EZ moaned out your name, his cock was wet with your saliva. The nastier, the better, the wetter, the better, that’s how EZ liked it.
You bobbed your head up and down, taking Ez in with such ease. Releasing him with a pop, you moved your hand up and down EZ’s length, your eyes hooded as you looked up at him.
“God baby, I love you.”
Your eyes never left his face as your hand moved up and down his shaft in a rhythmic fashion. You watched as his face contorted into a pleasurable expression- his breathing was coming out more ragged and his head was leaned back, exposing his neck to you.
You pumped your hand a couple more times before Ez let out a strangled groan and took a step back. His dick fell from your hand and you had to physically stop yourself from crawling over to him and taking it back.
“What?” You whined.
Ez let out a breath and smiled down at you. His long fingers extended out towards your face, as he cradled your cheeks in his hands. His thumb stroked your skin, and then he slightly pulled up, silently signaling for you to stand.
You followed his pull and rose to your feet, still never taking your eyes off your boyfriend's face. On the way up, his exposed dick dragged across your stomach, leaving precum in its wake and causing a new wave of arousal to escape from in between your legs.
“Undress me..” Ez said simply.
You didn’t hesitate and quickly made work of removing his clothing. First to come off was his kutte, which crumpled to the floor when you tossed it to the side. It was quickly joined by his basic white tee, pants, boxers and shoes. He was left to stand in the room completely naked except for his gold chain.
“Aren’t you going to undress me now?” You questioned as you took a step towards Ez.
Your covered chest brushed up against his exposed one and goosebumps broke out over your skin.
Ez’s eyes searched your face for a second before he slowly dragged his fingers up your arms. Each time his fingers touched your skin, you felt like you were on fire. You were burning from the inside out and you knew that heat would only be calmed by one thing and one thing only.
He was smooth with his actions, quickly removing your sports bra and your tights in two swift motions. The only thing you were left in was your underwear, but instead of taking it off, Ez stepped back and started at your exposed body.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” Ez whispered softly, like he was praying to someone up above.
A small smile made its home on your lips and you took it upon yourself to discard your panties and throw them onto the pile of used clothes. You stretched your arms up which caused your body to lengthen in a way that Ez found extremely addictive.
His mouth began to water and he couldn’t control his urges any longer. He closed the distance between the pair of you and his strong arms wrapped around your waist, he picked you up and quickly moved over to the couch. He spun your bodies around as he sat. His back was against the couch and you sat perfectly on his lap, his hardened member slid in between your wet folds as you adjusted your body and you both let out a low moan.
“What do you want Ezekiel?” You questioned in a breathy tone.
Ez’s hands spread themselves across both of your ass cheeks and he spread them slightly before he brought his left hand down to smack your left cheek.
“I want you to hurry up and get on my dick... and then bounce up and down on it like I know you can.”
You moaned, loving it when EZ smacked your ass. You slid on his shaft, his tip hitting your clit. You grabbed your breast, biting your lip as you were basically getting off on EZ’s dick, sliding back and forth. Ez squeezed your hips, encouraging you as you sought release.
“Can I come daddy?”
“Yeah baby come on daddy’s dick.” You threw your head back, scratching EZ’s chest, moaning out his name. You were so wet, EZ just smirked watching you continue to move back and forth.
You moved, grabbing EZ’s dick and sliding down his length, your lips hovering over his as he held eye contact with you. He was whispering on your lips how good you felt around him, how you were such a good girl. When he bottomed out, EZ groaned, his mouth landing on the skin of your neck, sucking, nipping, leaving his mark. “You look so beautiful.”
Even though you were on top, Ez still controlled the speed. He was dominant, but he let you have the control in some sense. He told you what to do, how to do it and when he wanted it. You were good with instructions and EZ always brought maximum pleasure for you both. He knew your body so well.
His gold chain caught your eye, it was something you loved pulling while it hung above you. This time, you pulled it to bring EZ closer to you. He latched mouth on your nipples, while teasing the other. You felt yourself tightening around EZ, the moans escaping your lips were always loud and Ez loved it.
You placed your legs on EZ’s thighs, leaning back and placing your hands at the heel of your feet. You whimpered how different it felt, but it was so good.
“Fuck baby you’re so fucking flexible.” He strummed your clit, watching as you continue to move your hips up and down.
Every part of your body was on fire from the inside out, you could hear your heart beating in your ears and you knew that you were right on the edge of a massive orgasm. Ez kept pumping his hips in and out of you at just the right angle and speed and your head was beginning to spin.
Your body was shaking now and you couldn’t stop the sounds that were coming out of your mouth.
“Fuck Ezekiel!”
“Shit daddy that feels so fucking good!”
“More- please please please more!”
“I’m almost there...uhh shit shit shit shit.”
You tipped your head back and arched your back so that you were almost making a C on top of Ez’s lap. He let out a groan as his dick went impossibly deeper in you. One of his hands found their way to rest on your stomach, while his other hand continued to tweak and pull at your sensitive nipples.
Your body was almost at the tipping point, you just needed one more thing to push you over the edge and you whined in protest as your pussy clamped down on Ez’s dick.
“Come for me baby...let me here and feel it. Fuck...look at you- on my dick, so fucking beautiful. How did I get so lucky...” Ez praised.
His words went straight to your libido and it was the final push that you needed. One moment you were conscious of your body and the next you were being blasted into space where you had no concept of reality. It felt like you were floating yet at the same time it felt like every nerve in your body was going off. Your walls spasmed around Ez’s dick and you heard him moan out your name.
Before you could come fully back down to Earth, Ez wrapped his strong arms around your waist and yanked you up bringing your chest flush with his. He let his forehead rest against yours and the pair of you began to breathe the same hot air that was being shared between your overheated bodies.
“I’m so close Y/N.” He groaned.
Your limbs felt like they were each 1000 pounds but you managed to bring your arms up around Ez’s neck. Your nails scratched at the back of his head and you started to ground your hips down while he thrusted up into you. A perfect rhythm was set and despite just climaxing less than a minute ago, your body started to kick back up again and you could feel your stomach starting to clench in anticipation of another round of pleasure.
His arms tightened around your center more and he held you roughly as he thrusted up into you repeatedly- at this point all you could really do was hold on for dear life. You knew he was close, and you knew you were about to orgasm again, all it was going to take was a few more thrusts and you both would be falling over that pleasurable cliff together.
You felt it, you were over the edge, EZ was pulsating around you and just as you were about to get there, Ez fully slid out of you.
“Fuck!” You let out a frustrated sigh, your eyes connecting with EZ.
He had this mischievous glint in his eyes. He easily slid three fingers in your pussy, and you bit your lip, placing one of your hands on his forearm, tracing his vein, the other hand was caressing his cheek. You moved against his fingers, greedily sucking it in with your tight walls. You were breathing against his lips, open mouthed, Ez just watching you come undone.
“You coming baby?” He gripped your hip, guiding you as to how he wanted you to move. “I can feel you tightening up again princesa, pretend like my fingers are my dick.”
“I can’t daddy.”
He frowned at your answer, “why not?”
“It’s not as thick or long.” You groaned, EZ was working your clit again. “Right there daddy, fuck!” You came, tightening your hold on EZ’s forearm as you rode out your orgasm.
Ez pulled you down to meet his lips and before you could do anything else, he lifted you up and placed you on the floor against your yoga mat.
“Next time you’re in class and you’re doing all those moves with that instructor, you’re just gonna think of how good my cock felt inside you.”
You couldn’t even answer as he slid inside you once again. He pushed for legs against your chest, your legs were almost flat. He held your legs together and watched himself moving in and out, your pussy stretching to accommodate him. He didn’t let you think any further as he moved in and out of you, his pace was fast, unrelenting, and it felt amazing. You arched your back, scratching at his arms as he moved in and out, slower now, his climax coming.
“I love you mi amor.”
“I love you too Ez.”
And with just those three words, the validation and love he felt, Ez came, painting your walls with his cum. He slid out, his seed seeping out. You smiled tiredly, spent with EZ’s moves.
“Fuck EZ, maybe you should do yoga with me.” You teased moving to sit down, but choosing to crawl onto his lap instead, placing kisses on his neck.
“No baby, I’ll just watch you.” EZ chuckled. I have to say, I love how flexible you are.”
“Yeah, wait till I show you this new position I learned.”
EZ smirked. “Can’t fucking wait.”
#mayans mc#mayans#mayans fandom#mayans fanfiction#ez reyes#ezekiel reyes#ez reyes x reader#ez reyes x imagine#jd pardo
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Summary; Haven’t been able to get Ashton’s pictures of our my head so I wrote a smal blurb around them.
Warning: none
“Baby, I told you if you want to be in here you gotta at least try,” Ashton says tossing the second yoga mat beside you on the couch.
“Im down for some naked yoga,” you flirt raising an eyebrow at him.
“Not the time or the place. Come on at least try,” he holds out a hand to you and pulls you off the couch. You unroll the mat as he starts explaining a yoga pose. Starting in a tree pose he gives you a grin when he sees you take the spot beside him.
Shavasana is easy; you fall into a false sense of security as you settle into child’s pose. It’s gone as quickly as it came as Ashton tries to walk you through the movement into downward facing dog. That sports bra you foolishly didn’t wear is suddenly your biggest regret; your boobs doing as they wish while you fight to continue listen to Ashton.
It’s useless, death by suffocation feels all too real as you focus on breathing while your shirt starts lifting over your face. You stand up trying to resettle your chest into your bra, thankful it’s just you and Ashton in the room. Ashton’s focused, paying little mind to your movement as he breathes through his own. A part of you is envious of his grace on and off stage; adoring the way he’s so commanding a presence even in his most silent moments.
Grabbing your phone you decide you’ll take pictures to practice from when you’re home. Maybe you can finally learn to hold your own in yoga class beside Ashton. You start taking pictures but find it difficult to keep your focus as he bends at the hip, giving you a full view of the soft slope of his shoulders, the freckles on his back, and a completely new perspective of his condor. It isn’t until he starts shifting upwards that he catches you sneaking pictures.
“I see you’re taking this very seriously,” he tuts playfully as he enters an Eagle Pose; his movements never falter, it’s clear they are every bit as intentional as they are on stage.
“I’m taking my photography very seriously,” you flirt back shifting over, catching a picture from his side. Shadows created by his arms playing heavy over his face, leaving his tattoos the central focus: the heart always on his sleeve, the tally balancing his other wrist, and the snake which, must like him, is halfway exposed to the world.
It isn’t until Ashton’s content with his yoga session that the pictures come back out. He settles beside you, playfully swiping on your phone to the pictures app. “Beautiful,” he murmurs as he presses a soft kiss to your temple.
“I had a good subject.”
#ashton irwin#ai#ai yoga#ashton irwin yoga#5sos tour#5 seconds of summer blurb#blurb#my writing#my-writing#ashton fletcher irwin#world war joy tour#wwj tour#ashton#5sos blurb#ashton irwin blurb#ashton irwin fic#5 seconds of summer fic
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Final week of current regimen!
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Oct. 17
I woke up around 10AM.
First, yesterday’s DD. 40 knee-to-elbows with EC. Probably could’ve extended legs out more with each rep - but I was able to maintain my balance and feel it in my abs.
Second, today’s DD. 50 [balance] front kicks with EC (25/25). A fun one, almost lost center in first go around. But I managed to get it done handily in first try. A fun one!
(Decided to rewatch POF for rest of fitness docket...)
Third, Day 25 of the ICC. 3x3′ butt kicks, 30″ rest. Rhythm Redux was a fantastic pace-setter & distraction. I can tell this next week’s butt kicks are gonna be intense.
Last, Day 25 of the 30MDoY. This sequence was pretty intense on the quads. Appreciated the mountain/volcano poses for recovery and will always enjoy tree pose!
(I’ll never not be amused about Janus’s line about pushing people down stairs.)
I got started on early and finished that Scary!Janus drawing in the same day/session today. Spent rest of day streaming that and chatting.
Got to bed in the red zone - a bit later than yesterday.
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Oct. 18
Got up around noon.
The first thing I got done today was exercise.
First, today’s DD. 30 single leg bridges with EC (15/15). Very manageable work.
Second, Day 26 of the ICC. 3x16 calf raises, done in one go. Very doable too.
Last, Day 26 of the 30MDoY. Just happy that this was a breezy sequence. Probably the only really hard part was the back arch balance holds - but meditative nevertheless. I think my right lats were a bit more tense throughout - but fun.
Then, I got to doing dishes and making today’s Hello Fresh meal. Jumpin’ jack chicken bowls. Everyone enjoyed this - I particularly enjoyed that it didn’t take as much effort to make too.
Watched Naked Gun 2 with a friend. Then, I shifted gears to start working on that nightmare scene involving iZ!Roman.
Got to bed obscenely late.
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Oct. 19
Got up around 1PM.
The first thing I got done today was exercise.
First, today’s DD. 100 squat hold punches with EC. Took a bit of willpower, but going quick helps things along.
Second, Day 27 of the ICC. 3x3′ butt kicks, 30″ rest. Instead of SaSi, I decided to have some music going. Benefit of music being that it’s a good metronome for the brain clock - a bit of a coordination conductor sort of situation. More efficient, rhythmic, and fun to do cardio against.
(After making some trip reservations over the phone...)
Last, Day 27 of the 30MDoY. 35′ meditation. Though I swapped legs every 5′ interval... left leg felt the most parasthesia. But doing my best to keep my mind in observation mode (as opposed to evaluation/judging) helps make that experience more bearable.
Spent rest of day drawing/streaming that iZ!Roman scene and chatting.
Got to bed in the red zone, but a couple hours earlier than yesterday. *Shrug.*
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Oct. 20
I woke up around noon.
The first thing I got done today was exercise.
First, today’s DD. 40 crunches with EC. Did start feeling it a bit in the end - but i could knock it out pretty easily.
Second, Day 28 of the ICC. 3x16 calf raises, done in one go. Yep, not much new to say here.
Last, Day 28 of the 30MDoY. This definitely had a few intense moments - #2-3 took some focus to stay balanced. #6 took a bit of deep breathing to sustain. Everything else I would say ranged from moderate to breezy. Enjoyable sequence.
Spent rest of day finishing that drawing/stream of iZ!Roman scene and chatting.
Got to bed really late... for no good reason afterwards. :P
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Oct. 21
I woke up around 11AM.
First, today’s DD. 30″ squat hold with EC. Pretty manageable - all about the deep breathing!
Second, Day 29 of the ICC. 3x3′ butt kicks, 30″ rest. Music helped, listened to the iZ!AU playlist on shuffle (”you should see me in a crown”s BPM is a bit too slow tho for this exercise though) Last butt kicks day and last particularly intense day for this challenge. Huzzah! \o/
Last, Day 29 of the 30MDoY. Last really active day for this program, and it was largely a very chill sequence. Only intense bit was the O-pose. Did have a brief head-rush between #4-5, the first time (probably from sweating a bunch and getting on floor p soon after that cardio). But yeah, Loved it.
After hitting the showers, I got started on drawing/streaming Scary!Virgil and chatting the rest of night.
Got to bed earlier than yesterday, but still in the red.
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Oct. 22
I woke up around 1PM.
First, today’s DD. 30 windshield wipers with EC. Just about manageable. Takes a good amount of core control, did get a few cricks out of back in process.
Second, Day 30 of the Indoor Cardio Challenge. 3x16 calf raises, done in one go. I nice and chill way to cap off this challenge!
(After cleaning some stuff...)
Last, Day 29 of the 30 More Days of Yoga. 35′ meditation. Not physically demanding but definitely still a challenge mentally. Mind did wander and I did get a bit fidgety. I did figure a bit out on how to position the legs to mitigate some parasthesia, however (alternated legs’ positioning and made sure both feet contacted floor instead of having one nestled on top of the other leg.)
I spent rest of night finishing drawing/streaming that Scary!Virgil picture and chatting. I basically nearly pulled an all-nighter for that... stayed up a bit too long afterwards... let’s just say dawn broke when i hit the sack.
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Oct. 23
I woke up sometime around 1-2PM.
Listened to music and other things for a bit, before doing some dishes and today’s DD (only exercise, given active rest day). 40 full bridges with EC. Manageable, given how much energy I had.
Was too tired to make the family dinner / Hello Fresh. But spent rest of my day starting on drawing/streaming Imposter!Remus.
I hit my wall earlier than usual and turned in in the red zone... less than an hour off from the yellow zone.
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Summary of Experience:
I completed my current program and challenge on October 22.
The Indoor Cardio Challenge was pretty manageable. I didn’t count my reps for butt kicks days - but kept my pace between a jog and light run. Still got pretty winding, but I didn’t need to break it up. I did all the calf raise days in one go - nice reprieves in intensity there.
I really enjoyed 30 More Days of Yoga Program! It was a welcome cycle of intensity and being given days to meditate (still ought to make that a regular thing). I wound up modding down pretty much all instances of upward dog (letting thighs rest on floor). I modded down 7 days out of of this program in total (mostly constituted in a few knee planks - but not all full planks).
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Secrets Masterlist
GROUP A
Marco
━ Marco suffers with OCD, but keeps it well hidden most of the time. He’s had periods where it’s been so bad that he’s washed his hands until they were red raw, though —- usually when something’s happened to upset his normally happy life.
━ When he was sixteen, he stole his best friend’s girlfriend. It was unintentional, but she was also a surfer and they spent every day together, things just “happened”.
━ Marco totalled his dad’s car when he was 18 and DUI. His dad still thinks it was the other driver’s fault.
Jason
━ He is a half sibling but is not aware of it yet, his mother had an affair.
━ Got in a car crash with a friend when both fell asleep and it resulted in the death of an old man. Luckily the mans family decided not to press charges.
━ Overdosed in his sophomore year of high school and nearly died but his family kept it under wraps.
Phobe
━ Use to be a drug dealer
━ Became a camgirl for a while to pay bills
━ She only thinks that she knows who the father of Dani is. Phobe is still completely uncertain even if she has a hunch of who it is
Beckett
━ sells drugs
━ made out with his 27 year old college professor when he was in his junior year of college
━ has always claimed he’s had sex but is actually a virgin
GROUP B
Amy
━ Amy sold weed in high school and college.
━ She accidentally killed her daughter’s fish and replaced it with an identical one.
━ She still has feelings for her ex-husband (Nathan)
Enrique
━ Enrique has hired a private investigator to locate his estranged mother.
━ Contrary to the ‘bad boy’ image that Enrique exuded throughout life, he is actually very intelligent.
━ Enrique watches a lot of cartoon reruns before he falls asleep at night.
Olivia
━ Once kissed her sister’s boyfriend when drunk at a party
━ Is quite the nerd when it comes to fantasy movies/television, though she'll pretend she's not
━ Suffers from intense nightmares sometimes
Gemma
━ She lost her virginity while drunk.
━ Feels like she’ll never measure up to her family.
━ Still has a stuffed animal her parents won for her at a fair that she sleeps with when she’s having a rough night.
Summer
━ summer tells everyone her movie genre of choice is romance (drama, comedy, all things romance-related). but truthfully, she has a soft spot for dark psych thrillers with a tinge of horror - a little known fact that hardly anyone but the people closest to her know.
━ summer has only ever been in one serious relationship her whole life. they dated for two years in high school and saw a future together past graduation and into adulthood. however, summer had a pregnancy scare at the end of their senior year, prompting her to end the relationship. since then, she’s avoided dating anyone steadily and has stuck to short-term flings. so far her older sister is the only person who knows about the pregnancy scare.
━ summer used to thrift-hunt for rare designer finds and vintage clothing at the local secondhand shops in monterey, freshening them up and selling them online for a profit. it was a hobby she took to when she was still a kid, but she’s refrained from telling anyone given her current status as a well-reputed stylist.
GROUP C
Wes
━ there have been a few songs written by him that have made it onto Reckless albums about the relationship between him and Sutton Barnes and the aftermath of their relationship
━ had to take depression medication which he has been off of for 3 years
━ attended therapy twice a month for two years after his mother’s death
Alondra
━ She is afraid of crows.
━ She is a cosplayer but does really extravagant cosplays that always cover or modify her face
━ She has an insane funko pop collection, she keeps them in her spare bedroom along with all of her other nerd things
Brooklyn
━ Dealt with breakdown after fiance left and before moving to L.A
━ Stole a CD back in high school
━ (Was wrote down in Diary) Holds resentment towards her brother Jason for leaving her.
GROUP D
Hannah
━ Got pulled over for ‘drunk driving’ when she wasn’t even drunk. Just a bad driver
━ Hasn’t had sex in over 5 years
━ Still in love with her ex-fiance Hanson
Ivy
━ she has embarrassing videos she made with her friends online when she was young and in Australia
━ she's not sure if she's really over her ex like she thought
━ she's planning on dropping out of her last year of vet school to use the loan money with the home and grandmother
Caroline
━ Got a secret tattoo in HS without parents knowing
━ Suffered miscarriage after husband passed away
━ Learned how to kiss through a female friend back in HS
Hunter
━ Hunter often lies about his relationship with his family. He and his father have always been at odds and they haven’t talked since Hunter left home to move to LA, though when asked about his relatives, he’s publicly stated that they get along well and are very close, not to cause a bad impression.
━ Hunter has grown to despise the show he stars in, (which I have terribly named) “Dead or Alive”. Another thing he constantly lies about, after all, it would be terrible publicity for both him and the show, but he can’t wait for either the series to be cancelled, or his contract to be terminated.
━ Hunter has struggled with depression, and still struggles with anxiety. It’s not something he particularly lies about, but definitely tries to hide. Hunter has never really recovered from any of his past traumas – from the loss of his mother, to his father’s abuse, he’s always tried to ignore his pain until he couldn’t, and now his mental health is at an extremely fragile state, in desperate need of constant medical assistance.
Christopher
━ Toph is dyslexic, and even though he’s invested hours and hours into tutors and therapies
━ Topher has Ehlers-Danlos syndrome so his joints are hypermobile and weakened from a lifetime of various sprains and dislocations. He originally took an interest in yoga in an attempt to quell fear that his body would start irreparably deteriorating from his progressive injuries, and while he’s found that it’s offered him some relief and reassurance, he’s still prone to stretched ligaments and dislocations. Though he wouldn’t deny it if asked, it’s not offered knowledge about the gardener. (Save for a handful of rec center yogis who once watched his shoulder pop right out of socket mid one-handed tree pose.)
━ Every now and then, he’ll pull the curtains and open up all of the windows in his loft apartment to let the sunlight and fresh air in, turn on a good song strip totally naked, and enjoy a very relaxed and unhindered yoga / meditation session to refresh and realign his chakras and reconnect with his body. He’s pretty sure his windows aren’t visible from the sidewalk several stories below anyway, but his cat has walked in on him in compromising positions once or twice.
GROUP E
Skyler
━ Searches for his birth family online when he's drunk
━ He can quote Pretty Woman word for word
━ Once cried for an hour straight at a Cher concert because he thought she was so wonderful
Mai
━ She has the biggest crush on her best friend Beckett and it terrifies her.
━ She suffers from nightmares, so she chooses to use night time for writing or going on walks to avoid sleeping.
━ Though she says she has, she still has yet to let go of her mother’s death after almost nine years of the event passing.
Zahra
━ When Zahra moved to New York, her parents thought she was enrolled in university, but she actually dropped out to become a singer.
━ The night before the day her brother went missing Zahra ignored several phone calls from him because she was auditioning for a gig.
━ Since her return to Santa Monica 2 months ago, Zahra and her parents have been seeing a therapist.
Ophelia
━ The summer before college, Ophelia had a fling with one of her father’s associates.
━ When she was 7, she accidentally melted the face off her sister’s favorite Barbie doll by trying to blow dry her hair. Her sister thinks the dog mangled her doll to this day.
━ When filming her first television show, Ophelia had a crush on her co-star.
GROUP F
Nathan
━ Before making it big, he had a very brief fling with his boss at the magazine he was working for, who had promised to help him with his career. They lied and he soon realised he needed to do it all himself
━ During his time on the football team in high school, he spent most of his time smoking weed under the bleachers than actually putting the time into practise.
━ Despite still being a major flirt from time to time, Nathan’s avoided dating and everything that goes with it since his divorce for fear of messing that up just like he did his marriage.
Adelaide
━ Has struggled with anorexia for years.
━ Cheated on an ex boyfriend with his best friend in high school
━ Was a bully/mean girl in high school
Alexandra
━ Former worked as a dominatrix Madame Mercy
━ During a weding reception she made out with the groom while everyone else was dancing.
━ Gave her panties to a random guy in order to get a cab, then had sex with said guy in order to get a free ride
Diana
━ Has never learned to drive
━ Will always take the stairs instead of the elevator as they suffer from claustrophobia
━ Walked out on her last boyfriend while he was unconscious in hospital
GROUP G
Iris
━ cried once in order to get out of getting a ticket
━ is obsessed with watching old 90’s cartoons and anime at odd hours of the night
━ had a miscarriage courtesy of her abusive ex-boyfriend
Noah
━ Was actually born in to the Aldridge family, but was kept from the truth his whole life.
━ Failed his drivers test multiple times
━ Used to be bankrupt when taking care of his siblings and had to take loans that took him years to pay off.
Ava
━ Lost her virginity to Alex’s boyfriend at the time
━ Still sleeps with a stuffed animal dog
━ Tells people she graduated from college even if she never attended
RJ
━ RJ is not over his last relationship because he still has feelings for his ex-girlfriend.
━ RJ once ran a popular twitter update account for Rihanna when he was in high school.
━ Before he struck fame with Reckless, RJ was a featured artist on a song, the collaboration was horrible; they also had an accompanying cringey music video produced; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sX6IhJ8wAKw
GROUP H
Jackson
━ Kissed Kourtney Kardashian
━ Almost got caught trying to shoplift but played it off as an accident
━ Lied on his resmue about knowing how to tap dance.
Bianca
━ plays pokemon go religiously
━ truly believes in the supernatural
━ is a published romance author under the pen name Veronica Vanburen
Kaden
━ Never disclosed the fact her parents are criminals and drug addicts to the police academy.
━ Had an affair with a married man
━ She constantly uses hot sauce on any food she can--pasta, sandwiches, burgers, etc.
Abigail
━ In the week before her wedding she had one too many and kissed a girl in a bar restroom.
━ Still rings home once a month and leaves a message despite her parents never returning her calls.
━ Once drove 36 hours to the house she’d once shared with her fiance only to lose her nerve and turn around once she saw he was home.
Jack
━ From age 5-12, Parker has swallowed every piece of gum he's ever chewed.
━ He hates needles and faints very easily at the sight of blood draws
━ He slept with a girl who had a boyfriend four times in one night and then fell in love with her although she decided to stay with her long-term boyfriend.
GROUP I
Emre
━ purposely let his academic progress go to waste while attending Dartmouth and was put on academic probation twice
━ had a relationship with a woman that was a close friends to his parents when he was 21 and she 42; the relationship wasn’t serious and they only saw each other for about three months
━ one of his first investments fell through with two million dollars on the line from his trust fund
Breeland
━ She is aware of the fact that her drinking has gotten out of control and has been talking to someone about it quietly.
━ Agreed to go on a date with a cop to get out of a speeding ticket.
━ Almost had a drunken hook up with the head of the label she works for even though he’s married
Spencer
━ She catfished a guy on Tinder after he broke one of her best friends’ hearts.
━ Spencer was arrested for assaulting a classmate in high school and had to do counseling and community service.
━ Spence was being stalked by an ex-boyfriend last year and had to get a restraining order against him.
Logan
━ Likes pineapple on pizza
━ Enjoys fruity alcoholic drinks.
━ When he goes out he loosen the salt shakers tops so it spills on whoever is after him/around him.
GROUP J
Richie
━ The first ever guitar Richard has, he stole. He didn’t want to ask his parents to keep buying him things when they disagreed with his chosen career path, so he went out and stole it so he could write music.
━ Richard cannot remember most of the women he’s been with, by not remembering their names; he came up with a system so that he tells them apart by numbers.
━ Although it may not appear so in every day life, Richie sometimes struggle with his self image while under the pressure of social media comments and expectations for what he should look like.
Mara
━ had a miscarriage when she was 22
━ she knows that Noah Sinclair is their half brother
━ she used to write fanfictions
Freya
━ she is still a virgin but secretly wants to have sex.
━ she still suffers from partial memory loss of certain major events but tries to act like she knows what her family is talking about.
━ she’s having blackouts and sleepwalks to random places.
Kessa
━ Spent a week in a mental hospital after finding out about her biological family.
━ Constantly feels disconnected with her biological family/because of that disconnect she’s forced to do therapy twice a week by her moms.
━ Was a married couples third for over a year.
GROUP K
Faye
━ While back in the UK, she made the decision to track down the child she gave up at birth and was rather swiftly denied any contact.
━ Faye recently found out that her family is broke following her father’s scandal. She was the only one with any money, most of which she used for her education in Washington.
━ She returned to the US stressed and feeling out of control, so her friend took her on a vacation to Vegas where she could be out of control. The weekend ended up very messy and she ended up married to someone she’d only just met.
Sutton
━ Was aware her ex-fiance was cheating, but was too scared to be alone so she pretended to not know.
━ Skinny dips every third Sunday of the month before dawn.
━ Even though she should have gave the ring back, Sutton actually paid and kept her engagement right after her engagement ended, it is now in her jewelry box.
Thalia
━ When she was a tween, Thalia tried and failed at becoming a popular ‘youtuber’. At the time her channel featured vlogs, dancing, baking, and makeup tutorials.
━ Thalia cheated during monopoly at her family’s game night and still feels guilty.
━ Thalia uses popular hookup apps for the attention she gets, but she never actually meets up with anyone.
Leyla
━ Slept with one of her professors at Harvard
━ Still watches Disney films when she’s having a bad day
━ Once escaped a one night stand by climbing out of a top floor window
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Optimal Morning Routine
This is the morning routine I complete 20 out of 30 days per month.
Sleep hygiene I sleep anywhere from 6 to 8 hours per evening. I sleep on high-quality bamboo sheets, naked, with hair tied up. Optimal sleep hygiene is the protocol I spend the most amount of time/energy/money on. It is that important.
Wake-Up 4:00am to 6:00am Variations can occur depending on my travel schedule. The key to waking up early is taking a cold water shower. Most days, the goal is to drag myself to the shower before I start the self-talk that can convince myself how two more minutes....
Smile The first thing I do is smile. Regardless of how I may feel, I have trained myself to think “new day, new me and connect with the notion that I woke up alive.
Four Minute Cold Shower I dry brush my body for two minutes. This lymphatic treatment is essential to keep my skin cellulite in check and for healthy skin. Once complete, I step in the shower, use no soap and step out within two minutes. The purpose of the shower is to ensure I wake up and do not crawl back into bed. I pat dry and use coconut oil on my skin if I am not working out.
Stretching I take five minutes to stretch out in bed. I keep my focus on what body part I am stretching. I connect with my arms, fingertips, legs, toes, core area, turn the neck and any other body parts that feel good.
Affirmations I do affirmations in front of the bathroom mirror. Some of my more popular ones are: everyone I meet today will be supportive, or everything is going my way. I always end with, “you are beautiful, confident and can do anything you want!”.
Mindful Meditation There are a few different meditation styles to choose from. The style I want depends on my needs at the time. Am I stressed? Do I feel the need for a long or short meditation? Am I at home in my sacred space? Am I at a hotel? The point is, I am flexible, so it is easy to meditate. Meditations lasting from five to twenty minutes are the ones, where my mind is racing, and I physically feel the need to empty thoughts out of my head. Meditation between three to five minutes is the most common. Both meditations focus on using one of my senses. If I am using my eyes, then I will stare at one uninteresting object (or close my eyes visualize “egg”). I will not think, smell, taste, experience a sensation or touch anything during this time. If I use my nose; then I will just smell whatever aromatherapy I have on; if I use touch; then I usually focus on the palm to palm touch using prayer pose, and if I focus on sensations it is always my breathe. I inhale for four, hold for four and exhale for four.
Prayer I take a few minutes or longer to connect with the divine.
Gratitude Journal I take ten minutes to jot down three things that I am grateful for. At least one of those things is something benign like air, water, sky, food etc. My life is privileged, and my journal entry is always about my understanding of that privilege.
Exercise I work out for 20 minutes in my exercise room at home or in my hotel room if I am travelling. Currently, I focus on callisthenics, yoga or pilates and skipping rope for cardio. If I am on the top floor in a hotel room, I will skip the rope skipping and lie on my back and do bike circles in the air.
Ten Minute Shower Warm water shower, soap and pat dry, and I end with putting coconut oil on days I have worked out. Sometimes I will add tree tea oil or lemon oil or vanilla oil to the coconut oil. I wash my hair once a week, air dry and use apple cider vinegar as a conditioner.
Best Tips
1) It took me a year to consistently establish this routine, and I was patient with myself.
2) I always have an excuse for why I should not do the routine or a reason to skip some part of it. I have trained myself to change my self-talk.
3) The benefit of a good routine is experienced during the day.... in the moment...not so much.
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A Russian yoga aficionado may face jail time and a huge fine after posing naked next to a 700-year-old tree in Bali. A Bali local saw the images online and reported them to authorities. The influencer has turned herself in and apologised. A Russian Instagram influencer, who has 18k followers at the time of writing, is in hot water for a photo she took next to a sacred tree in Bali.
Her profile is now on private, and she has deleted the offending image. She has also published an apology, having returned to the tree after a local complained, and apologised, this time fully clothed.
She also reportedly turned herself in to police. As she told followers: “I just prayed under a tree and went straight to the police station to explain this incident and apologise.”
Local resident and entrepreneur Niluh Djelantik saw the image and reported it to the authorities.
Mr Djelantik said the tree is old and sacred and is known as Kayu Putih (a weeping paperbark). It is reportedly located at the Babakan Temple in Tabanan. Image Credit: The Bali SunSome reports claim the influencer could be charged with spreading pornography (Bali has a strict Information and Electronic Transactions Act).
AdelaideNow reports that, if convicted of spreading pornography, the influencer could face up to six years in prison or a fine of IDR 1 billion (AU $97,108).
On Instagram, the influencer said: “I appeal to all my friends and all my guests of Bali. I unknowingly made a big mistake for which I regret and I want to tell you so that you don’t repeat it.”“I apologise to all Balinese and Indonesian people, I regret my actions.”She went on: “I’m so embarrassed, I didn’t mean to offend you in any way.”
At the time of writing, Tabanan Police spokesperson Ranefli Dian Candra had not revealed what punishment, if any, the yoga enthusiast will face.
According to The Bali Sun, local reports indicate that “the case is being handled with amicability and fairness” and that the influencer “has committed to pay for any costs incurred in performing a full cleansing ritual at the temple and the tree itself.”
The Bali Sun adds: “Following her time at the police station, she and her husband joined the temple’s priest to pray at the tree and apologize for her actions.”
“It seems that this willingness to make amends is going a long way in ensuring that the criminal investigation does not escalate further,” (The Bali Sun).
Update: The ABC reports that the influencer, and her husband, “will be deported and barred from entering Indonesia for six months.”
According to the ABC, “Despite the apology, Bali’s Governor, Wayan Koster, personally ordered her deportation, saying in a statement it was ‘far important to preserve the culture and respect the dignity of Bali’ than tolerate such behaviour for tourist dollars.”
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Sooooo I heard you do fic recs 👀 what are the best fics you know that have auror!harry? (Bonus points for auror!draco too!) thanks luvvvv
Hello, love! I had to split my auror!harry recs into two parts because there were just too many incredible fics!! So first, go have a look at my Drarry as Auror Partners list! Then enjoy these auror!harry with miscellaneous!draco (haha is that a thing?) fics as well :D
Auror!Harry Recs
tissue of silver by fearlessdiva (76K)- A love story concerning possessed furniture, black silk pyjamas, courtroom drama, premonitions of doom, assassination attempts, Death Eater yoga, absinthe, bare feet and a sensible werewolf. Draco is a seer and somebody is out to murder him, so Harry moves in to protect him. According to the author, an attempt to explain ‘how Canon Draco could turn into Fanon Draco,’ and I LOVE FANON DRACO
The Full Monty by magpie_fngrl / @cat-wolfe (10K)- Harry poses for a naked Auror calendar and Draco goes batshit crazy with lust.I ALSO WENT BATSHIT CRAZY WITH LUST FOR THIS FIC. So funny. So hot. Baby chick named Arthur. Lawyer!Draco. Has sequel. Perfection
The Good Guys by Frayach (27K)- The Second Voldemort War is limping into its fourth year, and the Forces of Shining Light are slowly turning into the Forces of Expedient Grey. When Draco Malfoy is captured red-handed trying to sell an illegal potion to a clerk at Borgin & Burkes, he is handed over to the Department of Essential and Necessary Truth’s newest interrogator. And as soon as he sees Malfoy, bound and waiting in his cell, Harry Potter knows he’s in trouble. Deep trouble.YO THIS FIC FUCKED ME UP. IT WAS AMAZINGLY GOOD. SUPER WELL-WRITTEN. Not what I would usually recommend because I am bad with endings that are anything but “happily every after,” but READ THIS ANYWAY IT IS ART.
The Unlikely Career Choices of Mr Draco Lucius Malfoy by who_la_hoop (5.5K)- Draco Malfoy is up to something. Something evil. Because he’s certainly not mixing drinks in Muggle London for the good of anybody’s health now, is he?This fic was hilarious and adorable and Draco has all these weird muggle jobs and I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT and want to re-read it 27 times.
It Must Be (True Love) by frostywonder (45.5K)- No amount of playing by the rules has made Harry’s life any easier, and Malfoy has matured but also hasn’t. They are who they are, and though they try, neither one can fully change.This fic was super wonderful and compelling and I’ve no idea why it doesn’t have more kudos!! Harry is assigned to watch over Draco’s (dangerous) brewing projects and they both keep almost dying it’s great
On the Turning Away by blamebrampton / @blamebrampton (25.5K)- It’s one thing to be good at not making a besotted fool of yourself over a man when he’s busy being the most famous wizard in the world and you’re tucked away quietly in Wiltshire. It’s quite another when you have to see him every morning.Blaise sends Draco a Christmas Tree in the mail, and somehow this leads to Draco ending up with Harry as his parole officer. Who he has to see every day. Lovely, Christmassy pining!
A Fox’s Bargain by raitala (6K)- Harry made a bargain with Draco. He knew it was going to come back and bite him on the arse, he just didn’t think about what exactly Draco would ask for. Draco would say that Harry must have known deep down what he was agreeing to, but then Draco is a prick and what would he know?AAAH so hot! I don’t care if you probably wanted case fics and this is pretty much just D/S style smut, READ IT SO SEXY.
Partners of the Four-Legged Variety by carpemermaid / @carpemermaidtales (18K)- “Training starts in the home, Potter, so your new Crup and I will need to stay with you for a few weeks while I show you how to properly train and bond with him.” The Auror Department is instating a K9 Crup Unit, and Harry is the first to sign up. Turns out the professional trainer is Draco Malfoy, and he has to live with Harry as part of the Crup training programme.Praise kink!!!!! Pining!!!!!! Living together!!!!! PUPPIES!!!!!!
Chains of Earth by dysonrules (90K)- Draco is kidnapped and forced to make a choice between taking his own life or becoming something less than human. Of course, he makes the right decision. Enter Harry, who discovers he has a bit of a thing for wings.This is a great long case fic!! With veela!Draco. Warning for some Weasley bashing.
Interoffice Communication by Snegurochka (10.5K)- Draco has convinced the Auror department to test his new messaging charm for secure communications. Harry really would have preferred that he not find out through messages like, ‘Yeah, tonight you’re going to beg me for it,’ that the system wasn’t as secure as they thought.Soooo Harry accidentally receives a sexy message (or like twenty) from Draco intended for Blaise, and then he obviously can’t stop thinking about it. And it doesn’t help when Harry’s own name starts coming up ;). Super super hot!
Paint it Red by dicta_contrion / @dictacontrion (5K)- Draco’s a graffiti artist with a bone to pick. Harry’s the P.I. tasked with catching him. Or, apparently, stalking him all over town, asking a lot of questions, and showing surprising artistic talent.Harry’s meant to stop Draco vandalizing, and he fails miserably. Or very very happily, depending on your point of view :D
The Auror Method by Lomonaaeren (43K)- Draco has constructed the perfect cover for his activities as a con-man specializing in thefts from a distance: Draco Malfoy, the redeemed Death Eater and Recluse of Malfoy Manor. But now there’s evidence that some people are onto him, and as a consequence of the death threats issued to him, he gets an assigned Auror guard. Maybe Harry Potter, their leader, could be a problem when it comes to Draco’s latest con. Although how could he, when he’s getting all distracted by Draco’s fluttering eyelashes?This was a very thrilling read! I love Draco and Harry trying to con / figure each other out while totally falling in love at the same time, just GIVE ME THIS TROPE A THOUSAND TIMES.
Fight the Starless Midnight by Maab_Conner (22K)- Harry thought that he was going to arrest Healer Malfoy for practicing without a license. Nothing ever goes as planned.Great fic with a really good case element! When Harry goes to arrest Draco, he discovers an even bigger problem involving Mungo’s. Meanwhile Draco is a (still snarky) saint
When Hearts Are Freed by oldenuf2nb (23K. Locked to AO3 Users only)- When Draco Malfoy’s gallery is robbed and a priceless magical artifact is stolen, he finds himself working with Chief Auror Harry Potter to both recover the fabulous necklace, and to prove he didn’t steal it himself.Draco owns an Art Gallery, which is obviously amazing, and Head Auror Harry is sexy and confident, and YEAH. Great case, great build. YEAH AGAIN.
Here Be Dragons by birdsofshore (22K)- Harry doesn’t want to waste his time investigating illegal dragonhide trading, whether it involves a fetish club in Knockturn Alley or visiting a remote island in Wales. Why the bloody hell does Malfoy always have to be up to something?Harry suspecting Malfoy of things is just the best, and I love this iteration especially. There are dragons!!! And lots of leather!!! And kinky(ish) sex!!!!
#i'm still trying to keep my descriptions down to a few lines#otherwise i would have gushed about all of these forever and a day#i just want to give them all of my love <3<3<3#rec list#drarry fic recs#drarry fanfic#drarry recs#auror!harry#drarry#harry potter#draco malfoy#chibarecs
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23 Yoga Styles, Decoded
Today, there are so many teachers and styles of yoga, the odds of finding one you like are as likely as finding a pizza shop in New York. Whether you want to sweat, unwind or get in touch with your inner light, there’s a yoga class to suit you. Before you make a decision, try a few styles and a few different teachers, since each instructor has an individual focus and personality.
Here, we look at a variety of styles, from ashtanga to yin, so you know what to expect and can find the right class for you.
ASHTANGA
This physically demanding practice is made up of six strenuous sequences of poses. All classes follow a set sequence of postures with students starting in the primary series and working through each series as progress is made.
It’s helpful to start with a slower-paced style and learn the poses before you begin an ashtanga practice. You can’t flow within the sequence if you don’t know what down dog is.
What to Expect: Expect to flow rapidly from pose to pose with your breath in this physical practice.
Who it’s For: Cardio junkies; driven students who want a workout.
Insider Info: The practice was created to focus the energy of teenage boys in India.
DHARMA YOGA
Started by Sri Dharma Mittra in New York in the 1970s, this practice is made of up several series of flowing sequences aimed at enabling prana — life force — to flow through the spinal column and permeate all areas of the body. The practice incorporates philosophical teachings that emphasize “good health, a clear mind and kind heart.”
What to Expect: A physical practice meant to prepare the body for seated meditation.
Who it’s For: Students interested in self-realization or knowledge of the True Self.
Insider Info: Dharma Mittra created the Master Yoga Chart of 908 Postures after photographing himself in 1,300 yoga poses. You’ll find the chart in all styles of studios as a teaching and inspirational tool.
FORREST YOGA
Created by Ana Forrest, this challenging practice in a room heated to 85°F uses long holds to help students go deeper into poses and intense sequences to awaken the senses. The physical practice is used to cleanse the emotional and mental clutter in the hopes students “carry a transformative experience off the mat and into daily life.”
What to Expect: To sweat and shake while holding poses as well as lots of core work.
Who it’s For: Students who want a strong physical and emotional practice.
Insider Info: Forrest established her eponymous style of yoga to cure the ails of modern society from carpal tunnel to addiction.
HATHA
Hatha, one of the six original branches of yoga, is a generic term that refers to any type of yoga that teaches physical postures. It encompasses most of modern, Western yoga. Today, it tends to mean a gentle yoga class.
What to Expect: To feel more relaxed.
Who it’s For: Beginners, students dealing with or recovering from an injury and yogis looking to complement more strenuous exercise.
Insider Info: Because hatha is such a general term, students may want to ask the teacher for more information about what a specific class is like.
HOT YOGA
This broad label covers most yoga classes that deviate from the Bikram — the same sequence of 26 poses practiced in 105°F room — but are still taught in a heated room.
What to Expect: To sweat.
Who it’s For: Students who want to leave a puddle on the floor.
Insider Info: Because it’s become a generic term, check with the teacher for more information about the class. Is it a flowing-style class or does it focus on longer holds?
IYENGAR
Named for the popular Indian guru, B.K.S. Iyengar, this meticulous style emphasizes precise alignment, deep stretching and holding poses longer than in other classes. Students are encouraged to explore the mind-body connection, learn breathing techniques and focus on the spiritual as well as the physical.
What to Expect: Because of the focus on alignment, expect to use lots of props — belts, blocks and bolsters to get into the pose.
Who it’s For: Newbies, students dealing with or recovering from injuries and the detail-oriented and methodical natured.
Insider Info: Credited with popularizing yoga in the west, B.K.S. Iyengar died in 2014 at the age of 95. His devotees included Annette Bening, Aldous Huxley and Donna Karan.
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JIVAMUKTI
Created by Sharon Gannon and David Life in the 1980s, this fast-moving, flowing style of yoga includes breathwork, chanting and philosophy in an “unapologetically spiritual” practice.
What to Expect: Expect flowing sequences, a theme for every class, chanting, spiritual references, eclectic music, breathwork and meditation.
Who it’s For: Students looking for a physically and spiritually intense practice.
Insider Info: Jivamukti focuses on the principle of ahimsa or non-harming and nonviolence, and classes often explore veganism and issues of animal rights and activism.
KUNDALINI
Kundalini refers to the energy of the root chakra, which surrounds your lower spine. Kundalini practitioners believe this energy must be stimulated to achieve self-realization, so the yoga practice concentrates on postures, breathwork, chanting and meditation to release that energy.
What to Expect: Lots of chanting, breathwork and core work around your abs and spine. It’s mainly a seated practice.
Who it’s For: Those seeking a more spiritual experience.
Insider Info: Instructors often wear flowing, white robes and head wraps, but students aren’t obligated to adopt this style of dress.
RESTORATIVE
Restorative yoga classes use lots of props — blankets, blocks, straps and pillows — to support the body so students can settle into poses for a longer period of time. This allows the muscles to open and stretch in a more passive way.
What to Expect: Expect dim lighting, slow movement, more time in fewer poses and a completely relaxed mindset.
Who it’s For: Everyone. It’s a great complement to more active classes and other forms of exercise. Restorative yoga is a great stress reliever. And the postures are simple enough for beginners and offer enough loosening that advanced practitioners can benefit as well.
Insider Info: Students have been known to fall asleep in restorative classes.
SIVANANDA
This gentle style came to the United States in the late 1950s and was part of yoga’s first wave of popularity. Sivananda is based on five principles: proper exercise, breathing, relaxation, diet and meditation.
What to Expect: After breathwork, the class moves through slow-paced sun salutations, a flowing series of postures often used to warm up the body, and focuses on mastering 12basic postures.
Who it’s For: Anyone who wants to take it easy and focus on flexibility and relaxation.
Insider Info: A vegetarian diet is encouraged.
VINYASA
Vinyasa is the Sanskrit word for flow, and, like hatha, the term has become an umbrella term for fluid-movement classes in which the poses are linked together by your inhales and exhales.
Generally, vinyasa tends to be a more vigorous style, but there’s a lot of room for interpretation and no two classes are alike. Some will be heated, others won’t be. Some will include music, some won’t. Some will focus more on breath, others will emphasize movement or meditation.
What to Expect: Continuous movement from one posture to the next.
Who it’s For: All yogis, which may be why it’s one of the most popular styles of yoga in the United States. Just find the level, teacher and studio that’s right for you.
Insider Info: Some studios call these classes flow, dynamic yoga or vinyasa. Because there is room for interpretation, the instructor’s personality comes through, so it may take a few classes to find a teacher who’s right for you.
YIN
This gentle, slow-moving practice targets the deep connective tissue through long-held poses. These more passive postures are primarily practiced on the floor for 3–5 minutes and up to 10 minutes. The goal is to increase flexibility, let go of tension in overworked joints, relax and learn the basics of meditation while in the postures.
What to Expect: To move through few postures but take longer in them.
Who it’s For: Almost anyone. It’s great for those who want a more meditative, gentle practice, and it can be complementary to dynamic (yang style) practices or high-intensity athletics.
Insider Info: The meditative stillness can be challenging for some personalities.
UNCONVENTIONAL AND HYBRID STYLES OF YOGA
Down dog with your pooch? Warrior II on a paddleboard? Tree pose set to Michael Jackson? doga, SUP yoga and disco yoga are just a few of the hybrid styles of yoga that have evolved with yoga’s popularity. Here are a few unconventional types of yoga popping up:
ACROYOGA
These partner yoga classes involve using one person as a base and another using that base to “fly.” The practice blends yoga, acrobatics and performance.
ANTIGRAVITY YOGA
Also known as aerial yoga, traditional yoga poses and acrobatics are combined and practiced in a silk hammock suspended from the ceiling.
CHAIR YOGA
Modifying yoga postures with a chair makes the practice accessible to those with mobility issues. These classes are commonly available at senior centers.
DISCO YOGA
This blend of vinyasa yoga and freestyle dance is practiced with music by a live DJ.
DOGA
You, your mat and man’s best friend, doga includes stretching for you and your furry friend.
LAUGHTER YOGA
The practice doesn’t include much asana, the physical postures. Instead, you’ll focus on breathing, simple stretches and laughing to reduce stress and release feel-good hormones.
MARTIAL ARTS YOGA
Also known as Budokon, these classes combine martial arts and yoga. Both practices aim to release stress, discipline the mind and increase awareness so they blend together better than one might think.
NAKED YOGA
Yoga in the buff promises that students will confront vulnerabilities and body issues and increase confidence and body acceptance.
SUP YOGA
Practicing on a stand-up paddleboard (SUP) started in Hawaii and has since made its way inland to lakes and rivers around the country.
THAI YOGA MASSAGE
This partner-style yoga involves one person moving and adjusting the other into various poses with a focus on pressure points found in traditional Chinese medicine.
YOGALATES
Just like it sounds, Yogalates blends yoga and Pilates.
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Learn About the Dakinis: Fierce Female Messengers of Wisdom in Tibetan Buddhism
Read the stories of the Dakini—fierce female messengers of wisdom in Tibetan Buddhism to tap into your feminine power.
Chris Ensey
When I was eleven, I ran home on the last day of school and tore off my dress, literally popping the buttons off, feeling simultaneously guilty and liberated. I put on an old, torn pair of cutoff jean shorts, a white T-shirt, and blue Keds sneakers, and ran with my sister into the woods behind our old colonial New Hampshire house. We went to play in the brook burbling down the steep hill over the mossy rocks, through the evergreens and deciduous trees, the water colored rich red-brown by the tannins in the leaves of the maple trees. We would play and catch foot-long white suckerfish with our hands, and then put them back because we didn’t want to kill them.
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Sometimes we swam naked at night with friends at our summerhouse in the spring-fed lake 15 miles away, surrounded by pine, birch, spruce, and maple trees. I loved the feeling of the water caressing my skin like velvet, with the moon reflecting in the mirror-like lake. My sister and my friend Joanie and I would get on our ponies bareback and urge them into the lake until they were surging up and down with water rushing over our thighs and down the backs of the horses; they were swimming with us as we laughed, clinging onto their backs.
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When violent summer thunderstorms blew through, instead of staying in the old wooden house I would run and dance outside in the rain and thunder, scaring my mother. I liked to eat with my fingers, gnawing on pork chop bones and gulping down big glasses of milk, in a hurry to get back outside. I loved gnawing on bones. My mother would shake her head, saying in desperation, “Oh, darling, please, please eat with your fork! Heavens alive, I’m raising a barbarian!”
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Barbarian, I thought, that sounds great! I imagined women with long hair streaming out behind them, racing their horses over wide plains. I saw streaked sunrises on crisp mornings with no school, bones to gnaw on. This wildness was so much a part of me; I could never imagine living a life that didn’t allow for it.
But then I was a wife and a mother raising two young daughters, and that wild young barbarian seemed lifetimes away. Paul and I had been married for three years when we decided to move from Vashon Island back to Boulder, Colorado, and join Trungpa Rinpoche’s community. It was wonderful to be in a big, active community with many young parents. However, the strain of the early years, our inexperience, and our own individual growth led us to decide to separate and collaborate as co-parents.
In 1978, I had been a single mother for several years when I met an Italian filmmaker, Costanzo Allione, who was directing a film on the Beat poets of Naropa University. He interviewed me because I was Allen Ginsberg’s meditation instructor, and Allen, whom I had met when I was a nun in 1972, introduced me to Costanzo. In the spring of 1979, we were married in Boulder while he was finishing his film, which was called Fried Shoes Cooked Diamonds, and soon thereafter we moved to Italy. I got pregnant that summer while we were living in a trailer in an Italian campground on the ocean near Rome, and that fall we moved into a drafty summer villa in the Alban Hills near the town of Velletri.
When I was six months pregnant, my belly measured the size of a nine-months pregnant woman’s, so they did an ultrasound and discovered I was pregnant with twins. By this time I knew that my husband was a drug addict and unfaithful. I couldn’t speak the native language and felt completely isolated. In March of 1980, I gave birth to twins, Chiara and Costanzo; they were a little early, but each weighed over five pounds. I buckled down to nursing two babies, caring for my other two daughters, and dealing with my husband’s addiction, erratic mood swings, and physical abuse, which started during my pregnancy when he began to hit me.
My feelings of overwhelm and anxiety increased daily, and I began to wonder about how my life as a mother and a Western woman really connected with my Buddhist spirituality. How had things ended up like this? How had I lost that wild, independent girl and left my life as a nun, ending up in Italy with an abusive husband? It seemed that by choosing to disrobe, I had lost my path, and myself.
Then two months later, on June 1, 1980, I woke up from a night of broken sleep and stumbled into the room where Chiara and her brother Costanzo were sleeping. I nursed him first because he was crying, and then turned to her. She seemed very quiet. When I picked her up, I immediately knew: she felt stiff and light. I remembered the similar feeling from my childhood, picking up my small marmalade colored kitten that had been hit by a car and crawled under a bush to die. Around Chiara’s mouth and nose was purple bruising where blood had pooled; her eyes were closed, but her beautiful, soft amber hair was the same and she still smelled sweet. Her tiny body was there, but she was gone. Chiara had died of sudden infant death syndrome.
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The Buddhist stupa of Swayambhu in the Kathmandu Valley, Nepal.
Bikalpa Pokhrel
The Dakini Spirit
Following Chiara’s death came what I can only call a descent. I was filled with confusion, loss, and grief. Buffeted by raw, intense emotions, I felt more than ever that I desperately needed some female guidance. I needed to turn somewhere: to women’s stories, to women teachers, to anything that would guide me as a mother, living this life of motherhood—to connect me to my own experience as a woman and as a serious Buddhist practitioner on the path. I needed the stories of dakinis—fierce female messengers of wisdom in Tibetan Buddhism. But I really didn’t know where to turn. I looked into all kinds of resources, but I couldn’t find my answers.
At some point in my search, the realization came to me: I have to find them myself. I have to find their stories. I needed to research the life stories of the Buddhist women of the past and see if I could discover some thread, some key that would help unlock the answers about the dakinis and guide me through this passage. If I could find the dakinis, I would find my spiritual role models—I could see how they did it. I could see how they made the connections between mother, wife, and woman . . . how they integrated spirituality with everyday life challenges.
About a year later, I was in California doing a retreat with my teacher, Namkhai Norbu Rinpoche, who was teaching a practice called Chöd that involved invoking the presence of one of the great female masters of Tibetan Buddhism, Machig Labdrön. And in this practice there is an invocation, in which you visualize her as a young, dancing, 16-year-old white dakini. So there I was doing this practice with him, and for some reason that night he kept repeating it. We must have done it for several hours. Then during the section of the practice where we invoked Machig Labdrön, I suddenly had the vision of another female form emerging out of the darkness.
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What I saw behind her was a cemetery from which she was emerging. She was old, with long, pendulous breasts that had fed many babies; golden skin; and gray hair that was streaming out. She was staring intensely at me, like an invitation and a challenge. At the same time, there was incredible compassion in her eyes. I was shocked because this woman wasn’t what I was supposed to be seeing. Yet there she was, approaching very close to me, her long hair flowing, and looking at me so intensely. Finally, at the end of this practice, I went up to my teacher and said, “Does Machig Labdrön ever appear in any other forms?”
He looked at me and said, “Yes.” He didn’t say any more.
I went to bed that night and had a dream in which I was trying to get back to Swayambhu Hill in Nepal, where I’d lived as a nun, and I felt an incredible sense of urgency. I had to get back there and it wasn’t clear why; at the same time, there were all kinds of obstacles. A war was going on, and I struggled through many barriers to finally reach the hill, but the dream didn’t complete itself. I woke up still not knowing why I was trying to return.
The next night I had the same dream. It was slightly different, and the set of obstacles changed, but the urgency to get back to Swayambhu was just as strong. Then on the third night, I had the same dream again. It is really unusual to have the same dream again and again and again, and I finally realized that the dreams were trying to tell me I had to go back to Swayambhu; they were sending me a message. I spoke to my teacher about the dreams and asked, “Does this seem like maybe I should actually go there?”
He thought about it for a while; again, he simply answered, “Yes.”
I decided to return to Nepal, to Swayambhu, to find the stories of women teachers. It took several months of planning and arrangements, a key part being to seek out the biographies of the great female Buddhist teachers. I would use the trip to go back to the source and find those yogini stories and role models I so desperately needed. I went alone, leaving my children in the care of my husband and his parents. It was an emotional and difficult decision, since I had never been away from my children, but there was a deep calling within me that I had to honor and trust.
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Back in Nepal, I found myself walking up the very same staircase, one step after another, up the Swayambhu Hill, which I had first climbed in 1967. Now it was 1982, and I was the mother of three. When I emerged at the top, a dear friend of mine was there to greet me, Gyalwa, a monk I had known since my first visit. It was as though he was expecting me. I told him I was looking for the stories of women, and he said, “Oh, the life stories of dakinis. Okay, come back in a few days.”
And so I did. When I returned, I went into his room in the basement of the monastery, and he had a huge Tibetan book in front of him, which was the life story of Machig Labdrön, who’d founded the Chöd practice and had emerged to me as a wild, gray-haired dakini in my vision in California. What evolved out of that was research, and eventually the birth of my book Women of Wisdom, which tells my story and provides the translation of six biographies of Tibetan teachers who were embodiments of great dakinis. The book was my link to the dakinis, and it also showed me, from the tremendous response the book received, that there was a real need—a longing—for the stories of great women teachers. It was a beautiful affirmation of the need for the sacred feminine.
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Brooke Lark
Coming Out of the Dark
During the process of writing Women of Wisdom, I had to do research on the history of the feminine in Buddhism. What I discovered was that for the first thousand years in Buddhism, there were few representations of the sacred feminine, although there were women in the Buddhist sangha (community) as nuns and lay householder devotees, and the Buddha’s wife and the stepmother who raised him had a somewhat elevated status. But there were no female buddhas and no feminine principles, and certainly no dakinis. It was not until the traditional Mahayana Buddhist teachings joined with the Tantric teachings and developed into Vajrayana or Tantric Buddhism in the eighth century, that we began to see the feminine emerge with a larger role.
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Before we continue, I want to distinguish here between neo-Tantra and more traditional Tantric Buddhism. Most people these days who see the word Tantra think about neo-Tantra, which has developed in the West as a form of sacred sexuality derived from, but deviating significantly from, traditional Buddhist or Hindu Tantra. Neo-Tantra offers a view of sexuality that contrasts with the repressive attitude toward sexuality as nonspiritual and profane.
Buddhist Tantra, also known as Vajrayana (Indestructible Vehicle), is much more complex than neo-Tantra and embedded in meditation, deity yoga, and mandalas—it is yoga with an emphasis on the necessity of a spiritual teacher and transmission. I will use the words Tantra and Vajrayana interchangeably throughout this book. Tantra uses the creative act of visualization, sound, and hand gestures (mudras) to engage our whole being in the process of meditation. It is a practice of complete engagement and embodiment of our whole being. And within Buddhist Tantra, often sexuality is used as a meta-phor for the union of wisdom and skillful means. Although sexual practice methods exist, Buddhist Tantra is a rich and complex spiritual path with a long history, whereas neo-Tantra is an extraction from traditional Tantric sexual practices with some additions that have nothing to do with it. So here when I say Tantra or Vajrayana, I am referring not to neo-Tantra but to traditional Buddhist Tantra.
Tantric Buddhism arose in India during the Pala Empire, whose kings ruled India primarily between the eighth and eleventh centuries. Remember that Buddhism had already existed for more than a thousand years by this time, so Vajrayana was a late development in the history of Buddhism. The union of Buddhism and Tantra was considered to be in many ways the crown jewel of the Pala period.
Although the origins of Buddhist Tantra are still being debated by scholars, it seems that it arose out of very ancient pre-Aryan roots represented in Shaktism and Saivism combining with Mahayana Buddhism. Though there is still scholarly debate about the origins of Vajrayana, Tibetans say it was practiced and taught by the Buddha. If we look at the Pala period, we find a situation where the Buddhist monks have been going along for more than a thousand years, and they have become very intellectually astute, developing various schools of sophisticated philosophy, Buddhist universities, and a whole culture connected to Buddhism that is very strong and alive. But at this point the monks have also become involved with politics, and have begun to own land and animals and to receive jewels and other riches as gifts from wealthy patrons. They also have become rather isolated from the lay community, living a sort of elite, intellectual, and rather exclusive existence.
The Tantric revolution—and it was a revolution in the sense that it was a major turning point—took place within that context. When the Tantric teachings joined Buddhism, we see the entrance of the lay community, people who were working in the everyday world, doing ordinary jobs and raising children. They might come from any walk of life: jewelers, farmers, shopkeepers, royalty, cobblers, blacksmiths, wood gatherers, to name a few. They worked in various kinds of occupations, including housewives. They were not monks who had isolated themselves from worldly life, and their spiritual practice reflected their experiences. There are many early tales, called the Siddha Stories, of people who lived and worked in ordinary situations, and who by turning their life experiences into a spiritual practice achieved enlightenment.
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There are also some stories of enlightened women practitioners and teachers in early Buddhism. We see a blossoming of women gurus, and also the presence of female Buddhas and, of course, the dakinis. In many stories, these women taught the intellectual monks in a very direct, juicy way by uniting spirituality with sexuality; they taught based on using, rather than renouncing, the senses. Their teachings took the learned monks out of the monastery into real life with all its rawness, which is why several of the Tantric stories begin with a monk in a monastic university who has a visitation from a woman that drives him out in search of something beyond the monastic walls.
Tantric Buddhism has a genre of literature called “praise of women,” in which the virtues of women are extolled. From the Candamaharosana Tantra: “When one speaks of the virtues of women, they surpass those of all living beings. Wherever one finds tenderness or protectiveness, it is in the minds of women. They provide sustenance to friends and strangers alike. A woman who is like that is as glorious as Vajrayogini herself.”
There is no precedent for this in Buddhist literature, but in Buddhist Tantric texts, writings urge respect for women, and stories about the negative results of failing to recognize the spiritual qualities of women are present. And in fact, in Buddhist Tantra, the fourteenth root of downfall is the failure to recognize all women as the embodiment of wisdom.
In the Tantric period, there was a movement abolishing barriers to women’s participation and progress on the spiritual path, offering a vital alternative to the monastic universities and ascetic traditions. In this movement, one finds women of all castes, from queens and princesses to outcasts, artisans, winemakers, pig herders, courtesans, and housewives.
For us today, this is important as we are looking for female models of spirituality that integrate and empower women, because most of us will not pursue a monastic life, yet many of us have deep spiritual longings. Previously excluded from teaching men or holding positions of leadership, women—for whom it was even questioned whether they could reach enlightenment—were now pioneering, teaching, and assuming leadership roles, shaping and inspiring a revolutionary movement. There were no institutional barriers preventing women from excelling in this tradition. There was no religious law or priestly caste defining their participation.
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Dakini Symbols
Another important part of the Tantric practice is the use of symbols surrounding and being held by the deities. The first and probably most commonly associated symbol of the dakini is what’s called the trigug in Tibetan, the kartari in Sanskrit, and in English, “the hooked knife.” This is a crescent-shaped knife with a hook on the end of the blade and a handle that is ornamented with different symbols. It’s modeled from the Indian butcher’s knife and sometimes called a “chopper.” The hook on the end of the blade is called the “hook of compassion.” It’s the hook that pulls sentient beings out of the ocean of suffering. The blade cuts through self-clinging, and through the dualistic split into the great bliss. The cutting edge of the knife is representative of the cutting quality of wisdom, the wisdom that cuts through self-deception. To me it is a powerful symbol of the wise feminine, because I find that often women tend to hang on too long and not cut through what needs to be cut through. We may hang on to relationships that are unhealthy, instead of ending what needs to be ended. The hooked knife is held in the dakini’s raised right hand; she must grasp this power and be ready to strike. The blade is the shape of the crescent moon, and the time of the month associated with the dakini is ten days after the full moon, when the waning moon appears as a crescent at dawn; this is the twenty-fifth day of the lunar cycle and is called Dakini Day in the Tibetan calendar. When I come out early on those days and it is still dark, I look up and see the crescent moon; it always reminds me of the dakini’s knife.
The other thing about the dakinis is that they are dancing. So this is an expression when all bodily movements become the expression of enlightened mind. All activities express awakening. Dance is also an expression of inner ecstasy. The dakini has her right leg raised and her left leg extended. The raised right leg symbolizes absolute truth. The extended left leg rests on the ground, symbolizing the relative truth, the truth about being in the world, the conventional truth. She’s also naked, so what does that mean? She symbolizes naked awareness—the unadorned truth, free from deception. And she is standing on a corpse, which symbolizes that she has overcome self-clinging; the corpse represents the ego. She has overcome her own ego.
The dakini also wears bone jewelry, gathered from the charnel-ground bones and carved into ornaments: She wears anklets, a belt like an apron around her waist, necklaces, armbands, and bracelets. Each one of these has various meanings, but the essential meaning of all the bone ornaments is to remind us of renunciation and impermanence. She’s going beyond convention; fear of death has become an ornament to wear. We think of jewels as gold or silver or something pretty, but she’s taken that which is considered repulsive and turned it into an ornament. This is the transformation of the obstructed patterns into wisdom, taking what we fear and expressing it as an ornament.
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The dakinis tend to push us through blockages. They appear during challenging, crucial moments when we might be stymied in our lives; perhaps we don’t know what to do next and we are in transition. Maybe an obstacle has arisen and we can’t figure out how to get around or get through—then the dakinis will guide us. If in some way we’re stuck, the dakinis will appear and open the way, push us through; sometimes the energy needs to be forceful, and that’s when the wrathful manifestation of a dakini appears. Another important aspect of the dakini’s feminine energy is how they cut through notions of pure and impure, clean and unclean, what you should do and shouldn’t do; they break open the shell of those conventional structures into an embrace of all life in which all experience is seen as sacred.
Practicing Tibetan Buddhism more deeply, I came to realize that the dakinis are the undomesticated female energies—spiritual and erotic, ecstatic and wise, playful and profound, fierce and peaceful—that are beyond the grasp of the conceptual mind. There is a place for our whole feminine being, in all its guises, to be present.
Excerpted from Wisdom Rising: Journey into the Mandala of the Empowered Feminine by Lama Tsultrim Allione. Enliven Books, May 2018. Reprinted with permission.
About the Author
Lama Tsultrim Allione is the founder and resident teacher of Tara Mandala, a retreat center located outside of Pagosa Springs, Colorado. She is the best-selling author of Women of Wisdom and Feeding Your Demons. Recognized in Tibet as the reincarnation of a renowned eleventh-century Tibetan yogini, she is one of the only female lamas in the world today. Learn more at taramandala.org.
Excerpted from Wisdom Rising: Journey into the Mandala of the Empowered Feminine by Lama Tsultrim Allione. Enliven Books, May 2018. Reprinted with permission.
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you were right, @bleebug: kilted yoga DEFINITELY screams Captain Charming (i’ve heeded your call to arms, @thesschesthair)
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It took some time to acknowledge, but there was definitely something going on between Emma’s father and boyfriend.
(Not like that, but...they were up to something.)
The first thing she noticed was a bit of plaid in the back of Killian’s closet. She thought it was pretty weird at first—the pattern of green, blue, and red didn’t really match the rest of his dark leather wardrobe—but figured he’d borrowed something from her dad at some point and just never gave it back.
A few days later, David was late coming to work at the sheriff station, and was moving uncharacteristically slow and stiff.
“You okay, old man?” she teased.
To her surprise, he shot her a glare on his way to the coffee maker, muttering something under his breath that sounded a lot like “damn pirate” and “I’ll show you who’s old.” Her curiosity was piqued, but then Aladdin and Will Scarlet got into a scuffle that somehow took all day to deal with and it was forgotten.
Until the next morning, when she woke up alone yet again. It had happened every day this week, and while she wouldn’t complain about the coffee already being made when she got downstairs, she kind of liked to have a morning cuddle (and maybe a bit more) with her True Love.
Killian was reading the newspaper at the kitchen table, already having set out her mug and sipping from his own. He was wearing the t-shirt he’d worn to bed last night and a pair of athletic shorts, and judging by the salt on his brow when she gave him a good morning kiss to his temple, he’d already been working up a sweat today.
“Hey, where did you go this morning?”
“I went for a run,” he lied, eyes never leaving the paper. It wasn’t just her lie detector going off—the few times she’d managed to convince him to go for a jog with her, he absolutely hated it.
“You wanna try that again?”
He glanced at her sheepishly. “I was just...getting some exercise. It was nothing you need worry about, love.”
She assessed him suspiciously, but didn’t say anything else as she poured her coffee. It wasn’t like him to keep secrets, especially with something as mild as this. He usually told her everything in due time, but this felt different.
The last straw was her mother’s comments at lunch regarding her father’s similar behavior that morning. Those guys were hiding something and Emma was going to find out what.
The following day, she was awoken to the soft press of lips against the back of her neck and a whispered, “I love you. See you soon.” Her first reaction was to melt back into him, but there was nothing to press into—just the cooling sheets of his side of the bed and the sound of his quiet steps on the stairs.
The tell-tale rumbling of her dad’s truck idling could be heard outside, so she waited for the front door to open and shut before slipping out from under the covers and tiptoeing to the window of their room, which overlooked the street.
Killian, wearing the same shirt and shorts as yesterday, was climbing into the passenger seat—and he was holding that same scrap of plaid from his closet. She watched as her father drove off down the street, headlamps glowing in the early dawn light. Just where the hell were they going?
Quickly, she got dressed and headed downstairs to make some coffee. While waiting for it to brew, she pulled up the tracker feature on her phone to see where they were headed (she mainly had the app for Henry, but it had proven useful the few times Killian misplaced his device). The little dot on the screen was moving toward the forest, finally stopping at an area where she knew there was a clearing.
Once she’d had her caffeine fix, she teleported to just about where the dot was, careful to leave a bit of distance. The clearing was just up ahead, and the truck was parked at the end of the dirt road leading to it. Grunts of exertion rang out from up ahead, along with murmurs of what sounded like encouragement from both guys. She had no idea what was going on, but she needed to see it up close.
As quietly as she could, she snuck through the huge old trees that comprised the forest until she was at the edge of the clearing...and her jaw dropped at the unexpected—though not entirely unwelcome—sight.
They were doing yoga. That in itself was pretty weird, but it was more their choice of apparel that was shocking: both were bare from the waist up, showing off their well-built forms, and they had sturdy hiking boots on their feet. Around their waists, though?
Kilts. Real, authentic kilts. David’s had different coloring than Killian’s—green and black—which led her to believe that they’d actually gone so far as to get their actual family tartans (never mind the fact that neither of them actually had ancestry anywhere in the British Isles).
Despite the slight chill in the air, they seemed completely comfortable as they gracefully moved from pose to pose. Emma was actually pretty enthralled watching Killian’s muscles move under his skin in a way she wasn’t used to seeing outside the bedroom; and while she’d obviously never ogle her father, she wished her mom was here to see this.
Silently she observed them go through their almost effortless motions, encouraging each other along the way as they increased the difficulty of the positions; she had no idea what any of them were called, but watching the guys balance in precarious poses, limbs in every direction, or using only their arms to support themselves, was kind of mesmerizing.
“Think we can try this last one?” she heard David ask, and Killian nodded in affirmation.
“Aye, let’s give it a go.”
David bent forward at the waist, placing his hands on the ground in front of him; if he looked up, he’d have been staring right at Emma’s hiding spot. Killian did the same, facing away from her, but resting on his forearms instead. At first, it didn’t seem like that difficult a move.
But then they started moving, and Emma realized that this was not something intended to have an audience. Both men stepped their right legs in and then slowly raised the other to the sky, pausing when they’d reached the point of full extension—which was when Emma discovered that they were wearing their kilts, um, traditionally.
She was frozen in place as she watched the right leg join the left in the air, arms firmly straight below them as they went into full handstands. And once they reached that final pose, the fabric that had been reluctantly clinging to their legs slipped down, down, down, revealing...just about everything. Granted, it wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen of Killian before, but seeing it upside down...and then glancing over and realizing that her father’s bare ass was in the air...
She couldn’t help it: she squeaked.
At the sound, both men looked her way, then promptly lost their balance and fell over with respective groans, likely getting forest debris who-only-knows where.
It took hardly a minute for the guys to right themselves—a minute which Emma spent staring into space trying to process what she’d just seen.
“Morning, love,” Killian said nonchalantly, pulling her from her stupor. “What brings you out here today?”
“Is...this what you’ve been doing every morning?” she stammered out.
He did that bashful scratch behind his ear, glancing over to David, before looking back at her and casually replying “Yes. What of it?”
“You’re half naked.”
“Aye.”
“With my dad.”
“...And?”
“It’s good exercise,” David chimed in.
“And rather freeing,” Killian added.
Emma was stunned speechless. It was probably a good thing that they felt so comfortable with each other, and she’d certainly seen weirder things, but...dang.
Taking advantage of her silence, Killian strutted toward her, flirtatiously leading with his hips. “Also, Swan, it provides plenty of access, should you so desire it,” he proposed, popping the ‘t’ and making an already sinful statement downright filthy. Watching how his chest heaved from the exertion of the workout and the way the sweat-matted hair on his body trailed down into the waistband of his kilt suddenly made her wish they were back home.
Involuntarily, her hands found his waist and she couldn’t wait any longer. “I’ll see you later, Dad,” she said breathily, and with a poof, she and Killian were gone.
David sighed and shook his head. But he made no effort to change before he went home to Snow.
(In case anyone was wondering: the patterns in the banner are actual, official tartans for Nolan and Jones, respectively.)
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A Russian yoga aficionado may face jail time and a huge fine after posing naked next to a 700-year-old tree in Bali. A Bali local saw the images online and reported them to authorities. The influencer has turned herself in and apologised. A Russian Instagram influencer, who has 18k followers at the time of writing, is in hot water for a photo she took next to a sacred tree in Bali.
Her profile is now on private, and she has deleted the offending image. She has also published an apology, having returned to the tree after a local complained, and apologised, this time fully clothed.
She also reportedly turned herself in to police. As she told followers: “I just prayed under a tree and went straight to the police station to explain this incident and apologise.”
Local resident and entrepreneur Niluh Djelantik saw the image and reported it to the authorities.
Mr Djelantik said the tree is old and sacred and is known as Kayu Putih (a weeping paperbark). It is reportedly located at the Babakan Temple in Tabanan. Image Credit: The Bali SunSome reports claim the influencer could be charged with spreading pornography (Bali has a strict Information and Electronic Transactions Act).
AdelaideNow reports that, if convicted of spreading pornography, the influencer could face up to six years in prison or a fine of IDR 1 billion (AU $97,108).
On Instagram, the influencer said: “I appeal to all my friends and all my guests of Bali. I unknowingly made a big mistake for which I regret and I want to tell you so that you don’t repeat it.”“I apologise to all Balinese and Indonesian people, I regret my actions.”She went on: “I’m so embarrassed, I didn’t mean to offend you in any way.”
At the time of writing, Tabanan Police spokesperson Ranefli Dian Candra had not revealed what punishment, if any, the yoga enthusiast will face.
According to The Bali Sun, local reports indicate that “the case is being handled with amicability and fairness” and that the influencer “has committed to pay for any costs incurred in performing a full cleansing ritual at the temple and the tree itself.”
The Bali Sun adds: “Following her time at the police station, she and her husband joined the temple’s priest to pray at the tree and apologize for her actions.”
“It seems that this willingness to make amends is going a long way in ensuring that the criminal investigation does not escalate further,” (The Bali Sun).
Update: The ABC reports that the influencer, and her husband, “will be deported and barred from entering Indonesia for six months.”
According to the ABC, “Despite the apology, Bali’s Governor, Wayan Koster, personally ordered her deportation, saying in a statement it was ‘far important to preserve the culture and respect the dignity of Bali’ than tolerate such behaviour for tourist dollars.”
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The Keeper of the Grove (Part 27)
For the volume of both clients and water that went through the hot springs on a daily basis, they had several Tube stations scattered all over the place, to keep backlogs from occurring and incidentally, giving the very elderly or less mobile, time-starved, or those who just didn't want to walk a convenient, fast way to get around the place.
And frankly, Weiss couldn't blame the third because of how massive it was.
It was everything she imagined: steaming hot pools of mineral-rich water, inside an open-air cave in one of the mountains that surrounded the valley. Wooden structures that sectioned it off, provided walkways, planters, and the aforementioned private baths if clients were willing to pay extra. A large army of uniformed attendants offering towels, body care products like shampoo, lotions, and ointments, and even someone to talk with you or wash your back and tail, if you couldn't get your hands or the brushes to the really hard to reach spots.
But there was also what looked like an incredibly expansive series of restaurants, miniature farms, and bars all set up in one alcove, clients enjoying delicious food and drink at the tables provided, or sent floating to them on trays as they soaked in the water. There was what looked like a giant book club and/or a language learning class, a meditation/yoga session, and “Weavers” practicing their magics, guiding floating masses of water or air with their hands and tails as they slowly progressed through a series of poses. There was even a full stage for live plays or a movie showing (the latter of which was going on at the moment—Weiss recognized it as “Sound and Fury XXXVIII”); a temperate swimming pool for doing laps, goofing off, or just laying about on a raft; and even a section coated with non-slip flooring for land-bound activities like basketball, running laps, or most of your sports of choice.
It was a hot springs, a well-equipped spa, a library, a school, a foodie's paradise, a temple, a recreation center, a gym, a movie theater, and many more, stretching on for miles underground, sunshine beaming in from the mouth of the cave through a wall of protective tree canopy and giant thriving plants providing more shade and privacy, very few walls higher than your waist, an open, airy place where the Fae could all get clean, chat, and relax as a whole community.
It was beautiful, a sight she would have loved to share with the whole of Avalon if she could, if not for one big, glaring detail that she just could not ignore:
“WHY IS EVERYONE NAKED...?!” Weiss whispered, her face burning bright red.
“Uh, because we're here to take baths...?” Ruby explained. “I don't get it: don't you humans take off all your clothes when you bathe, too?”
“YES!” she hissed. “GENERALLY IN PRIVATE, AND NOT WITH OTHER PEOPLE AROUND!”
“Well, I'm sorry to say, Weiss, but you're going to have to get used to it unless you never want to take a bath ever again,” Ruby said. “Well, unless you want to go outside the walls and find a spring out in the wilds, but that's dangerous and pretty inconvenient.”
Weiss was about to reply when a group of elderly Fae ambled on past. She didn't know what bothered her more: that she had just seen several old people completely naked, or that Fae aged very well indeed. She quickly wrenched her face back to Ruby, and whispered, “Don't you have private baths anywhere but here?”
Ruby shook her head. “Not even Elder Goodwitch. We do have them in hospitals, but that's only for the patients who really shouldn't be going anywhere in the first place.”
“Regular visits to the hot springs are actually a very common and important part of the recovery process,” Penny added. “The magic and mineral-content that seeps into the water is very conducive to physical health and the treatment of many illnesses and injuries, not to mention the relaxed, leisurely atmosphere, and opportunities for social interaction and bonding is excellent for mental and emotional health.
“On a related note, said magic and mineral-content is also great for my systems, helping maintain structural integrity and full efficiency.”
Weiss groaned. “Do I HAVE to get naked…?” she muttered as she pointedly looked down at her feet.
“You could wear a towel around you, but you'll look really out of place,” Ruby replied.
“Any more out of place than being the only human in a sea of Fae?”
Ruby paused. “Good point! Towel it is.”
They went through to the entrance, where there was surprisingly tight and serious security, a sizable amount of Watchers and Menders making sure all heads were paid for, you weren't bringing in any contraband, infectious disease, or parasites, and you were briefed on all the rules—very basic things, like no running, no fighting, and no having sex or other intimate acts in the public areas.
After feeling like she was about to be thrown into prison again, much friendlier, gentler staff took their clothes before they put them through a brief hosing down to remove the worst of the dirt and the grime, a walk through and under a running stream for a little extra insurance, until they were given a towel and a basket of complementary toiletries as the doors to the hot springs proper were opened to them.
Weiss didn't protest, but she didn't enjoy the process, either, spending most of it with her eyes closed, trying not to think about how many bodies had been through this same process, of the Fae behind and in front of her in the line, and as Penny reminded her beforehand, doing her damnedest not to swallow any of the water.
“You're not going to spend this whole trip with your eyes closed, are you, Weiss?” Ruby asked as she and the others toweled off from the dip.
“I'm going to damn well try,” Weiss grumbled, her face burning red.
Ruby sighed, she heard her padding over to her. “Weiss, is it really that big of a deal for you?”
“Yes...” she muttered.
She felt Ruby take her hand into her own. “I'll go slow and tell you when you can open your eyes again, alright?”
Weiss tightly wrapped her fingers around hand. “Okay.”
<You're making an awfully big fuss about this,> Blake said. <It's just being naked, what's so wrong about it?>
“Blake is expressing concern and confusion about your distress because of the hot springs allowing complete nudity,” Penny translated.
“It's just a human thing, alright?” Weiss said.
Blake shrugged, and the group got going, Ruby and Weiss trailing behind.
Sounds of conversation, laughter, and activity poured in from all around; the hot springs looked busy and lively from a distance, and was even more animated and noisy when you were right in the thick of it. How the Fae ever managed to ever relax in such a chaoitc place like this, especially with their superb hearing, she didn't know.
She couldn't understand anything they were saying, but she could get the gist of it from tone and the sounds of the syllables—if she had to guess, it was just catching up on each others' lives, talking about recent events, or lively debate about whatever. She thought back on what Penny had said about the Fae being adverse to adjectives and adverbs, and preferring single words to describe things than tacking on more; did they really have a term for everything, to cover every single description and situation possible?
Just as she was thinking that, someone called out at her specifically—some things were universal, language barriers be damned.
<Hey, soft-skin! Why don't you take that towel off and show us what you got, huh?> yelled a teenage Fae, before he and his friends began laughing raucously.
Weiss gritted her teeth and kept on walking.
<Hey, bark-bite! Why don't you get out of the water and show us what you're compensating for first, huh?!> Blake yelled back.
The teenage boy was stunned, before his friends quickly started laughing at him. A fight ensued, and whistles were blown as security came in.
Weiss opened her eyes just long enough to see the boys getting hauled out of the water, before she turned to Blake and smiled. "Thanks," she said.
<Don't mention it,> Blake replied coolly.
Weiss closed her eyes again and continued walking.
After what seemed like an eternity, they finally made it to their private bath, stepping through a door, the sounds of the public areas outside all but muted the moment it was closed behind them.
“You can open your eyes now, Weiss,” Ruby said.
Weiss did. Then, she squinted, trying to adjust to the low light from the glowing rocks set into the wall.
The private baths were set deep within the springs, spacious, carved out niches with a large steaming pool in the center, miniatures of most of the amenities the rest of the springs offered all around: a table with food and drink already set out, a nook for reading and study, even what looked like a bed to lounge on after your bath, among others.
“No wonder these were so expensive,” Weiss thought, remembering the simple characters beside “Public Entrance” and the much more complex calligraphy beside “Private Bath.”
“See you in the water, Weiss!” Ruby said as she let go and skipped off.
Weiss blinked. “Wait, what?”
<You didn't think this was going to be just for you, did you?> Blake asked as she sauntered past her.
“Blake is expressing surprise at your surprise that we're going to be sharing this bath,” Penny explained as she passed by her other side.
“Wait, wait, wait—HOLD UP!” Weiss cried.
All three of them turned around to look at her. Except for Penny, who's “body” was a larger collection of intricately carved rocks and gems held together by a layer of green energy, Blake and Ruby were completely naked, doing nothing to cover themselves up, and not caring in the slightest.
The comfortably warm room suddenly got excruciatingly hot.
Weiss squeezed her eyes shut but that particular image wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
Ruby frowned. “Weiss, what's…?”
Ding.
Ruby smiled. “Weiss… do you like girls?”
Weiss bit her lip.
“Are you—what do you humans call it—a less-bean?”
“A lesbian,” Weiss corrected her. She tilted her head down. “… And yes.”
She may as well have said it outright, since she was being so obvious she may as well have had a giant sign behind her, the word “GAY” blinking on and off, while three arrows pointing towards her lit up in turn.
Ruby chuckled. “Relax, Weiss! I'm fine with it! I mean, it'd be pretty hypocra—hypocrey—hyporcry—really weird in the bad way if I was, since I'm one, too.”
Weiss paused. “Wait… you're gay...?”
“Is that what you humans also call girls who like other girls, and boys who like other boys?”
“It is,” Penny said. “Other terms may include 'queer,' and 'homosexual,' along with a surprisingly expansive list of derogatory slang, if you include Old World languages alongside Nivian.”
“Then yeah! I'm guess that means I'm gay, too,” Ruby said, nodding. “And Penny here is a robot so she doesn't really do… well… any of that stuff, and Blake here is… actually I don't really know what Blake is, but she doesn't mind! Right, Blake?”
<Yep, couldn't care less,> Blake replied, nodding.
“Blake confirmed what Ruby said, and assures you it's not a matter she puts too much attention to,” Penny translated.
Weiss slowly opened her eyes, her face still burning red. “Okay… that… makes me feel slightly better about this.”
Ruby beamed. “Great! Now that that's over, let's get in and get clean! We don't have this place for all day!” she turned around and padded over to the water.
Weiss nodded and made her way to the spring after her, before she stopped.
Because of the cloaks and long-sleeved hunting gear Ruby wore underneath, and Weiss being distracted by other things when she was wearing more revealing clothing, she'd never ever seen more bare skin than her hands, her face, and her feet.
Now, she got a full view of Ruby from the front and back, knew just how powerfully built and muscular she was in spite of her tiny frame, and the soft, fluffy, happily waggling reindeer tail sitting just atop her rear, black with red tips just like her hair.
Whatever goodwill Weiss had built up with Blake was completely erased when Ruby and Penny sided with her and cut their time short so Weiss could have the bath all to herself.
If it was any comfort to Blake, watching Weiss sitting in the corner, face hidden from the others, attempting to bore holes into the wall with her sight alone was pretty damn funny.
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Массовые убийства в США
Факты, которые подконтрольные ЦРУ СМ»И» в России скрывают...
Dictatorship USA – Run By A Plundering and Murderous Ruling Class - 2019 (688)
Массовые убийства в США
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В США массовые убийства нередко принимают специфическую форму killing spree, когда в течение очень короткого времени один человек совершает в разных местах несколько убийств - причём жертвы часто отбираются хаотично.
Регулярно сообщается также о массовых убийствах с использованием огнестрельного оружия (в том числе о стрельбе в школах). Каждый такой случай обостряет национальное обсуждение необходимости ограничений на свободное приобретение и владение огнестрельным оружием.
В октябре 2014 года исследователи Гарвардского университета заявили, что за последние три года количество массовых расстрелов в США увеличилось. Учёные выявили, что с 2011 года количество массовых расстрелов возросло в три раза, в среднем они происходят каждые 64 дня, в то время как в период с 1982 по 2011 год подобные преступления происходили один раз примерно в 200 дней. Гарвардское исследование перекликается с докладом ФБР, сделанным в сентябре 2014 года, в котором говорится о резком увеличении случаев расстрела за последние шесть лет, причем в среднем в 2007—2013 гг. в год произошло 16,4 расстрела, по сравнению с 6,4 расстрелами с 2000 по 2006 года.
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Who Inflicts The Most Gun Violence In America? The US Government And Its Police Force
TheRutherfordInstitute, Aug. 14, 2019
Tighter gun control laws and so-called “intelligent” background checks fail to protect the public from the most egregious perpetrator of gun violence in America: the U.S. government.
Consider that five years after police shot and killed an unarmed 18-year-old man in Ferguson, Missouri, there has been no relief from the government’s gun violence.
If you’re a black American, you’ve got a greater chance of being shot by police. If you’re an unarmed black man, you’re four times more likely to be killed by police than an unarmed white man. Most people killed by police are young men. Since 2015, police have shot and killed an average of 3 people per day. More than 2,500 police departments have shot and killed at least one person since 2015.
Clearly, the U.S. government is not making America any safer.
Indeed, the government’s gun violence—inflicted on unarmed individuals by battlefield-trained SWAT teams, militarized police, and bureaucratic government agents trained to shoot first and ask questions later—poses a greater threat to the safety and security of the nation than any mass shooter.
Mass shootings … have claimed the lives of 339 people since 2015… During this same time frame, police in America have claimed the lives of 4,355 citizens.”
That’s 1200% more people killed by police than mass shooters since 2015.
For example, in Texas, a police officer sent to do a welfare check on a 30-year-old woman seen lying on the grass near a shopping center, took aim at the woman’s dog as it ran towards him barking, fired multiple times, and killed the woman instead.
In Chicago, a SWAT team—wearing “army fatigues with black cloth covering their faces and wearing goggles,” armed with automatic rifles, and throwing flash-bang grenades—crashed through the doors of a suburban home and proceeded to storm into bedrooms, holding the children of the household at gunpoint. One child, 13-year-old Amir, was “accidentally” shot in the knee by police while sitting on his bed.
In St. Louis, Missouri, a SWAT team on a mission to deliver an administrative warrant carried out a no-knock raid that ended with police kicking in the homeowner’s front door, and shooting and killing her dog—all over an unpaid gas bill.
In South Carolina, a 62-year-old homeowner was shot four times through his front door by police who were investigating a medical-assist alarm call that originated from a cell phone inside the home. Dick Tench, believing his house was being broken into, was standing in the foyer of his home armed with a handgun when police, peering through the front door, fired several shots through the door, hitting Tench in the pelvis and the aortic artery. Tench survived, but the bullet lodged in his pelvis will stay there for life.
In Kansas, a SWAT team, attempting to carry out a routine search warrant (the suspect had already been arrested), showed up at a residence around dinnertime, dressed in tactical gear with weapons drawn, and hurled a flash-bang grenade into the house past the 68-year-old woman who was in the process of opening the door to them and in the general direction of a 2-year-old child.
These are just a few recent examples among hundreds this year alone.
Americans have overlooked the fact that the systemic violence being perpetrated by agents of the government has done more collective harm to the American people and their liberties than any single act of terror or mass shooting.
Violence has become our government’s calling card, starting at the top and trickling down, from the more than 80,000 SWAT team raids carried out every year on unsuspecting Americans by heavily armed, black-garbed commandos and the increasingly rapid militarization of local police forces across the country to the drone killings used to target insurgents.
The government even exports violence worldwide, with one of this country’s most profitable exports being weapons. Indeed, the United States, the world’s largest exporter of arms, has been selling violence to the world for too long now. Controlling more than 50 percent of the global weaponry market, the U.S. has sold or donated weapons to at least 96 countries in the past five years, including the Middle East. The U.S. also provides countries such as Israel, Egypt, Jordan, Pakistan and Iraq with grants and loans through the Foreign Military Financing program to purchase military weapons.
The U.S. is equipping nearly half the world with deadly weapons, profiting to the tune of $36.2 billion.
With alarming regularity, unarmed men, women, children and even pets are being gunned down by twitchy, hyper-sensitive, easily-spooked police officers who shoot first and ask questions later, and all the government does is shrug, and promise to do better, all the while the cops are granted qualified immunity.
Killed for standing in a “shooting stance.” In California, police opened fire on and killed a mentally challenged—unarmed—black man within minutes of arriving on the scene, allegedly because he removed a vape smoking device from his pocket and took a “shooting stance.”
Killed for holding a cell phone. Police in Arizona shot a man who was running away from U.S. Marshals after he refused to drop an object that turned out to be a cellphone. Similarly, police in Sacramento fired 20 shots at an unarmed, 22-year-old black man who was standing in his grandparents’ backyard after mistaking his cellphone for a gun.
Killed for carrying a baseball bat. Responding to a domestic disturbance call, Chicago police shot and killed 19-year-old college student Quintonio LeGrier who had reportedly been experiencing mental health problems and was carrying a baseball bat around the apartment where he and his father lived.
Killed for opening the front door. Bettie Jones, who lived on the floor below LeGrier, was also fatally shot—this time, accidentally—when she attempted to open the front door for police.
Killed for running towards police with a metal spoon. In Alabama, police shot and killed a 50-year-old man who reportedly charged a police officer while holding “a large metal spoon in a threatening manner.”
Killed for running while holding a tree branch. Georgia police shot and killed a 47-year-old man wearing only shorts and tennis shoes who, when first encountered, was sitting in the woods against a tree, only to start running towards police holding a stick in an “aggressive manner.”
Killed for crawling around naked. Atlanta police shot and killed an unarmed man who was reported to have been “acting deranged, knocking on doors, crawling around on the ground naked.” Police fired two shots at the man after he reportedly started running towards them.
Killed for wearing dark pants and a basketball jersey. Donnell Thompson, a mentally disabled 27-year-old described as gentle and shy, was shot and killed after police—searching for a carjacking suspect reportedly wearing similar clothing—encountered him lying motionless in a neighborhood yard.
Killed for driving while deaf. In North Carolina, a state trooper shot and killed 29-year-old Daniel K. Harris—who was deaf—after Harris initially failed to pull over during a traffic stop.
Killed for being homeless. Los Angeles police shot an unarmed homeless man after he failed to stop riding his bicycle and then proceeded to run from police.
Killed for brandishing a shoehorn. John Wrana, a 95-year-old World War II veteran, lived in an assisted living center, used a walker to get around, and was shot and killed by police who mistook the shoehorn in his hand for a 2-foot-long machete and fired multiple beanbag rounds from a shotgun at close range.
Killed for having your car break down on the road. Terence Crutcher, unarmed and black, was shot and killed by Oklahoma police after his car broke down on the side of the road. Crutcher was shot in the back while walking towards his car with his hands up.
Killed for holding a garden hose. California police opened fire on a man holding a garden hose, believing it to be a gun. Douglas Zerby was shot 12 times and pronounced dead on the scene.
Killed for calling 911. Justine Damond, a 40-year-old yoga instructor, was shot and killed by Minneapolis police, allegedly because they were startled by a loud noise in the vicinity just as she approached their patrol car. Damond, clad in pajamas, had called 911 to report a possible assault in her neighborhood.
Killed for looking for a parking spot. Richard Ferretti, a 52-year-old chef, was shot and killed by Philadelphia police who had been alerted to investigate a purple Dodge Caravan that was driving “suspiciously” through the neighborhood.
Shot seven times for peeing outdoors. Eighteen-year-old Keivon Young was shot seven times by police from behind while urinating outdoors. Young was just zipping up his pants when he heard a commotion behind him and then found himself struck by a hail of bullets from two undercover cops. Allegedly officers mistook Young—5’4,” 135 lbs., and guilty of nothing more than taking a leak outdoors—for a 6’ tall, 200 lb. murder suspect whom they later apprehended. Young was charged with felony resisting arrest and two counts of assaulting a peace officer.
This is what passes for policing in America today, folks, and it’s only getting worse.
Violence begets violence: until we start addressing the U.S. government’s part in creating, cultivating and abetting a culture of violence, we will continue to be a nation plagued by violence in our homes, in our schools, on our streets and in our affairs of state, both foreign and domestic.
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Перед нами - коварный и опасный мошенник, расист, лжец и фашист Дональд Трамп, порочный Конгресс, нацистские ФБР - ЦРУ, кровавые милитаристы США и НАТО >>> а также и лживые, вредоносные американские СМ»И».
Нынешние киевские власти — фашистские агенты американского империализма... Именно то, чего хотят Трамр/ США и в Венесуэле!
А также в Иране. А также в Cирии. Затем и в России!
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Правительство США жестоко нарушало мои права человека при проведении кампании террора, которая заставила меня покинуть свою родину и получить политическое убежище в СССР. См. книгу «Безмолвный террор — История политических гонений на семью в США» - "Silent Terror: One family's history of political persecution in the United States» - http://arnoldlockshin.wordpress.com
Правительство США еще нарушает мои права, за 15 лет отказывается от выплаты причитающейся мне пенсии по старости. Властители США воруют пенсию!!
ФСБ - Федеральная служба «безопасности» России - вслед за позорным, предавшим страну предшественником КГБ, мерзко выполняет приказы секретного, кровавого хозяина (boss) - американского ЦРУ (CIA). Среди таких «задач» - мне запретить выступать в СМИ и не пропускать отправленных мне комментариев. А это далеко, далеко не всё...
Арнольд Локшин, политэмигрант из США
BANNED – ЗАПРЕЩЕНО!!
ЦРУ - ФСБ забанили все мои посты, комментарии в Вконтакте, в Макспарке, в Facebook (“a dangerous account — your post goes against our Community Standards so only you can see it”), в Twitter (“Your account is suspended and is not permitted to perform this action”), в Medium.com... и удаляют ещё много других моих постов!
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