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Yoga Tots Board Book Series Review

Yoga Tots Board Book Series Review

Brave Bear (Yoga Tots)by Tessa Strickland Yoga Tots: Happy Tigerby Tessa Strickland, Estelí Meza 5 out of 5 stars Children in the illustrations follow the movements of a polar bear and tiger cub to do calming yoga poses. They reach and stretch and slowly breathe in and out. The illustrations are really cute with bright colors! The text does a good job of explaining the poses, and the artwork…

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[carmyboobear]

okay but i can't stop thinking about carmy just watching the reader do yoga or pilates, in a cute workout set, he'd go crazy just watching their body move

but he wouldn'y really see it as something very serious (as people tend to do until they try this sort of exercise and realize it's actually quite difficult), until one evening when he'd join them on the mat after complaining about back or shoulder pain all night, and the reader would show him some stretches and he'd be like WOAH I can RELAX my INSANELY TENSE body? I can feel BETTER? I don't have to be constantly in pain? This is some magic! and surely would reward the reader for helping him out

EHEHE YEAHHH the workout set does a lot for me… and for carmy <3 also it goes without saying but this is🔞, suggestive at the end

They’d set up in front of the tv, yoga mat splayed out and table pushed aside. This is the sight Carmy wakes up to, groggy and lonely without waking up beside them.

“G’morning, sleepy bear.” They greet him brightly, before leaning their head down to stretch. Downward dog, the workout video announces.

“Mornin’, baby,” he yawns back. He sits down on the couch behind them. He indulgently gazes at their legs, wrapped tightly in leggings, following the line up to the curve of their ass. “Y’look cute in that. Is it new?”

“Thanks,” they chirp, turning their upside down head to look at him. “Yeah, they’re new. You like?”

“Quite a bit,” he admits, not bothering to hide the way he’s looking at their ass, and they exhale a breathy laugh.

“Maybe if you do some of this with me, I’ll let you take them off of me,” they offer, grinning shamelessly at him. Cats pose to cows pose, the video instructs, and they’re on their knees, arching their back and sticking out their ass. Surely them wiggling their hips around isn’t part of the video.

Carmy is a simple man. He takes their extra yoga mat and immediately starts following the video alongside them.

“This video isn’t the most beginner friendly,” they’d comment after watching Carmy struggle to keep up. He’s fallen onto the mat, staring up at the ceiling with a grimace.

“It’s a lot harder than it looks,” he mumbles, and they nod. They’re seated next to him, looking down into his eyes.

“I know, right? Here, let me show you some easier stretches. It’ll help your back some, too.”

Sure enough, a couple stretches later, Carmy feels like a new man. He didn’t even realize how tense he was until he got to unraveling some of the tension knotted deeply in his muscles.

“I feel incredible,” Carmy says, leaning his body up and down. They’re both are standing beside each other on their mats. “The back pain is so much more manageable.”

“Good! That means you did it right.” They clap excitedly. “Good job, carm!”

“You’re the one who did a good job, teaching me all this.” He pulls them in with his arms and starts kissing their cheeks over and over, making them burst into delighted laughter. “Lemme make it up to you. That offer still standing?”

“Hm? What do you—oh,” they gasp, stilling at Carmy’s fingers playing with the edge of their waistband. “Yeah, offer’s still up…”

“Good to know.” Instead of shoving his hand down their leggings, he roughly drags two fingers up their clothed pussy, pressing and rubbing at their clit. They make a low noise, legs tensing from his touch. “Might take a while for me to get these off.”

#carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear #carmy berzatto smut #kinda…. it’s not really smut but it’s barely suggestive enough ig…. #my asks #my blurbs #my smut #I want him to eat them out but with the leggings on if I’m being honest CNDNGNJDGGD

[lunalockley]

The Limo Driver (part two)

Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Like, a lot. Can Jake on his knees count as a warning?

Summary: It's night, it's raining and reader just wants to sleep, until she doesn't anymore.

Words: 7700+

Notes: Sooooo, I'm sorry, it took me a little longer than planned but here it is, I really hope you like it. And thank you all so much for your comments, always brighten my day.

Specially dedicated to my dearest moon emoji anon who made me feel really good about this one <3

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So… you’ve been thinking about it. Well, you can’t stop. Of course you can’t. He kissed you once and you spent six months half in lov—Ok, no. Wait, what? No. Half hooked up on him you mean. Three-quarters stupid. Completely insane. But not half in that. No.

Uh, whatever. It’s only been a day, a couple of hours. It’s way too recent. So it’s normal for your mind to keep on spinning the matter. And the eyes, and the voice, and the fingers. It’s driving you crazy, to be honest. The feel of them on your throat, on your hips, on your mouth… inside of you. You barely slept last night, your mind keeps taking you back through every fucking second of it without even trying. And then you can almost hear his voice calling you preciosa in that way he does and everything starts to heat up. That good, nice heat that’s so easy to get lost on.

But there’s also the bad one. The focalized heat that sets upon your chest like a weight is pressing down on you, making breathing a little bit harder. That’s the one you felt when you walked out last night. And you’ve been feeling it every time you think about what you said, and what he didn’t. That’s the part you’re trying to avoid. Yet it comes to mind anyways. It’s pretty fucking unfair.

And it’s pretty fucking ridiculous too because how come that after all that has happened, all the time you two have shared, all the things he has done you still can’t… figure him out? It doesn’t make any sense. How does someone that’s so incredibly hermetic make you feel you can read him just by looking him in the eyes when you actually don’t know anything about him at all? Does he do it on purpose? Is it a calculated move or is he somehow unable to—

—And you’re doing it again. Thinking about it non-stop. You called in sick needing a night away from the restaurant, from Jake’s stupid chair and that stupid bathroom that has been giving you palpitations just by the thought of going in and this is how you spend it. You had planned to cook a nice dinner, watch a movie, water your barely-alive plants, do a beginner's yoga class on Youtube, and maybe even finish reading that book that has been dusting on your nightstand. But no, here you are. Already in pajamas, all you’ve done (besides eating yesterday’s leftovers) is sit on the couch contemplating how time passes with the rain and Viejita’s soft meowing in the background. Is procrastination the root of all your problems? Maybe it is.

Or maybe it’s just time to get up and do what you do best: sleep. Give your body the rest your mind refuses to get. You impulse yourself out of the couch to go and take Viejita with you. Cuddling with her makes it all better. No more stupid Jake thinking. You let your ear guide you, she’s right next to the window. She had never complained about the rain before and as she feels you getting closer she even starts scratching the glass.

“Hey, baby, It’s just a little rain,” you mutter, petting her and trying to calm her down until you rest your eyes on what she is staring at down the street.

What the f—He can’t just—There’s no fucking way.

You’re not sure. You just live on the third floor but it’s dark outside. The street light barely lights anything at all. And the rain makes it even harder to see. Yet the outline of the limousine is clearly visible, and so is the figure leaning against it. But it can’t be. You’ve always thought Jake is unusual in every little thing he does but this? He wouldn’t be crazy enough to be waiting under the rain without a fucking umbrella and without even ringing the bell to your apartment, just expecting somehow you knew he would be there, right? That would be insane. It must be a weird coincidence. Some other limo driver who's waiting for someone else here… in this neighborhood? Weird, yet not impossible.

But then he looks up straight at your window and your heart jumps inside your chest as you instinctively hurry back into the shadows, where he can’t see you.

Fuck, it is him.

What the fuck? He knows your apartment is on the third floor, you’ve told him. You’ve told him the number. You’ve told him everything, for fuck’s sake. It's not like you want him to come up to your house knocking on the door in the middle of the night but what is he doing? At this point, you’re sure he purposefully finds the way to do the least expected, most incomprehensible thing in every fucking little thing he does. It must be his life’s motto: “No matter what, always find a way to stress the shit out of the people in my life”.

He’s an idiot, there’s no doubt of it. The thing is: are you an idiot? Well, yeah. You just saw him outside your place and your heart is already a beat away from a fucking heart attack. But you should try not to be an idiot anymore. You shouldn't go down. Make it clear you said it’s over for good. He definitely saw you, he would get it, and then… and then he would leave. Forever. Yeah, that’s what you should do.

But… goodbyes are a good thing too, right? 

Closure and all that stuff. Talk things out, even if it sounds unlikely with someone like Jake. You can give it a chance. A… friendly goodbye. Ok, yeah. Sounds good. And it is the right thing in this type of situation, grown-up shit. A goodbye, that’s all.

You take one last look at the street just in case you’ve lost your mind and you’ve imagined the whole thing, but he’s still right there. Arms crossed, leaning against the limo and probably soaking fuking wet.

“Your dad’s an idiot, Viejita,” you say to the little black beast before taking her in your arms to leave her on her favorite cushion on the sofa. She settles down, pleased and exhausted as if she's accomplished a hard job.

You grab your keys next to the mirror at the entrance. 

Just a goodbye.

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The bone-chilling air hits you as soon as you step out of the building but seeing him is what makes you stop dead in your tracks for a second. You couldn’t see it up from your floor but he’s wearing his usual type of clothes, not the casual ones that somehow felt so out of place on him yesterday. Now the familiarity of the white shirt, the jacket, and the hat gives you a naive sense of comfort you try to dismiss away. As if this one were more of your Jake than it was yesterday. Stupid, he’s not more of anything and it’s just clothes.

A white shirt, a jacket, and a hat that are drenched, by the way. Which reminds you—

“What the fuck are you doing in the rain? Are you insane?”

Instead of answering he just looks at you and opens the limo’s door. Silently asking you to get in.

Ok, well…. you didn't think this through. You only thought about coming down, not actually getting into his car. But, you guess… there’s no other option. You came here to say your friendly goodbye, after all. Can’t do it in the rain, just like that. And a veil of water drops is already setting in your clothes, you can feel some of the fabric clanging into your body. Another thing you didn’t think through is the worn-out sweatpants you came out with, the old shirt that has somehow become a pajama shirt, and your lack of a bra underneath.

Fuck it.

When you slide into the car you notice how spacious the limousine is yet it surprises you how it does not seem to be room for many people. There are only two rows of red leather seats facing each other. So much space for so few passengers. In order to be more private and luxurious, you guess. It makes you think about the people he drives for. Might he be just as serious and inaccessible as you’ve seen him be with basically everyone else? Or might he show his weird uncharismatic charisma as he has done with you? The latter doesn’t sound so good, for some reason.

You stop nosing around when you feel him sitting next to you a little bit closer than the spacious seat needs. You were right. He's drenched and most likely ruining the luxurious leather of the luxurious car, but he doesn't seem to care as he turns his whole body and attention towards you.

“Is it every day or once every six months with you? No in-betweens?” You blurt out, cornered by the closeness of his body.

Fuck, friendly goodbye. Friendly.

“Sorry. I take that back,” you mumble, thinking your next words before you pronounce them this time. “Why didn’t you ring the bell to my apartment?”

“It’s late. I saw the lights on but thought you might have fallen asleep. Didn’t want to disturb you. You work too much, preciosa,” he answers calmly, his voice softer than you ever heard before. Not in a submissive way but in a disarmingly appeasing tone as if he had come here disarmed, without any shields. Exactly the opposite of how you feel right now. You move back in the seat trying to get as far as you can get in the restricted space. Soft raspy melting voices shouldn’t cause claustrophobia.

“And if I had been sleeping what would you have done? Wait till I wake up tomorrow?” You throw it out half as a joke, but immediately you realize—

He doesn’t even have to answer to know that’s the truth. He had come here to see you and wouldn’t have left until he did.

“Do you always get what you want? Is that how things work for you?”

“If things worked out for me this wouldn’t be the first time I see you outside work,” he says replies, lifting his hat and running a hand through his hair. And to your disbelief, he puts it back with a sigh like he didn't even realize the damn thing is soaking fucking wet just like the rest of his clothes are. He should take it all off before he catches a cold. Ha, go on. Keep thinking of him without his clothes on. Good idea. “Speaking of which, you know what am I thinking?”

“Are you kidding me?” You snort, turning towards him, as shocked by your train of thought as by the audacity of his question. “I never know what you’re thinking,” you whisper, taken aback by the fact that he still doesn’t understand how little you understand him. At all. That’s the whole point here.

“That’s weird, I’ve always felt you can see right through me,” he mutters, frowning at you as if you had any fault in that absurd idea. Stupid Jake. His voice sounds sincere but you chose not to even give it a second thought, can’t allow yourself that right now. Not with the purpose you came here for.

So you cross your arms and frown back at him, refusing to answer anything at all. But he mirrors you, crossing his arms and resting his back against the seat.

God, this is so stupid. You’re so mad at him but can’t help smiling when the stare competition last a little too long. It’s infuriating. And so ridiculous. You came here to say goodbye, why are you smiling? 

“What are you thinking?” You ask, defeated.

A crooked smile forms on his lips in victory, but he quickly brushes away with his thumb.

“I’m thinking you look pretty fucking good here like this,” he says taking a look at your body, his eyes somehow soft and dark on equal parts. You try to ignore the effect his tone produces under your skin.

“In pajamas on your limousine?”

“Yeah, it’s a sight,” he breathes lowly, uncrossing his arms and getting a little bit closer. You can’t take it.

“Stop—don't do that, please.”

He waits for you to continue.

“That thing you do,” you explain reluctantly. “You make it sound like you’re joking but it feels like you are telling the truth. It’s confusing. Tell me what you are really thinking for once.”

“I’m telling you in every way I know.”

The words are out of his mouth like a caress and the way he’s—No, no, no. Focus. He’s flirting his way out. Get to the point. 

“So? Did you come here to say goodbye?”

“Why would I say goodbye?” He retorts like you had asked him the most bizarre question possible.

“Because we are not seeing each other again, I told you it’s over.”

“Oh, it’s over? So what are you doing here?”

“Would you have left if I didn’t come down? I’m saving you from pneumonia. You’re welcome.”

He shakes his head, a reproachful gleam in his eyes but then he exhales and lets it go. He looks out the window for a moment and then back at you. Outside, the rain pounds harder.

“I came to say that I’m… I’m sorry”

“Oh, that’s a first. What for?”

You cross your legs and he follows the movement. Then he shifts in his seat once more, trying to find comfort.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t—That I left without saying anything—I… I just disappeared. I’m sorry. I understand why you’re angry. If it had been you I would’ve—I’m sorry.”

He’s struggling so much one would think this is the first time he apologizes for something in his life. It cracks your walls a little bit, but still—

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I just had to go and then I couldn’t come back.”

“How so?”

“I… I’m not able to control my time as I used to, just when is necessary.”

Oh. You weren’t important enough to come and let you know he was going to disappear for six fucking months.

“Yeah I get that, you didn’t need to be here,” you grunt moving to get out of the car but he moves from his seat, catching your hand before you even get to touch the handle. 

“Let me go, you asshole!”

You try to push him back but in half a second he’s resting his knees on the floor as his hands take yours on a soft grip at each side of your hips. He’s caging you between his body and the seat. And even when your body keeps attempting to get out of the car, the intense heat that radiates out of his body makes you wonder how his wet clothes aren’t fucking steaming.

“Wait, wait—hey, wait, stop,” he says soothingly, his voice not a bit altered by the force with which you are trying to push him. His left-hand find that soft spot on the side of your neck, drawing your attention to his dark eyes. You lose a little bit of your strength. “Listen to me. You’re angry, I know. Take it out on me. You’ll feel better.”

What?

Your heartbeat buzzes in your ears and you feel a little lightheaded. This is the first time he’s looking up to you instead of the other way around. Maybe that's what causes that slight desperate effect in his deep brown eyes, the look that the last speaker of an extinguished language would have. Condemned to never truly communicate with anyone else. And the way he looks kneeled in front of you, surrounded, as if he would let you do anything to him right now. Take it out on me, he said. Is he expecting you to hit him or something?

“That’s not how things work, Jake. I’m not gonna turn you into my… human stress relief ball. You just told me you don’t need this. And I wanna make that call too. So, that’s it. You’re an idiot but we’re good. Now move and let me go. It’s ok, it’s over just like I–”

“No, it’s not. Stop that,” he says all frown and serious, and then a little softer.  “And that’s not what I meant. But let me apologize. I wanna make you feel good, baby. Then the rest. Let me have you happy and relaxed first.” 

“What?—That’s n-not—We should talk”

“Oh, so you came here to talk not to say goodbye?”

“Are you serious?”

“Sorry,” he says in an innocent tone like he regrets it but he's actually smiling, the widest smile you've ever seen on him yet. A happy smile. The desperate glimmer turned into triumph. He knows you just gave in, he knows he’s won this one. God, you hate him. Stupid Jake.

“Don’t—” take off my slipper, you try to say. But he’s already taking the other one. You really didn’t think about your outfit at all before walking out of your apartment tonight. Whatever. Focus. “What did you mean then, explain it to me. You gotta give me something here because I don’t want to do this anymore, Jake. Not like this.”

He holds your eyes for a moment and then he leans forward, resting his forehead against your knee. One hand slowly making his way up over your calve, the other rolling up the fabric to expose the skin. It takes him a minute to speak again.

“I… I don’t have control over—I don’t really have a—I just do what needs to be done. That’s the purpose of me. That’s all I do. I prevent things from happening and if they happen I resolve them. I… survive, I guess. And this is how it’s been for as long as I can remember. It’s ok—it was, it was ok. It was until one night instead of going to a shitty bar like I always do I decide for some fucking reason to go into that damn 24/7 breakfast and you happened. I didn’t like it, at first, because I knew right there that it wasn’t going to be enough. I already wanted more. I tried to stop it but I kept going and going. You were always there. Lighting things up. Of course, I kept wanting more. It’s never enough”.

While he was speaking his fingertips were gently caressing your calf, his cheek word by word tracing the side of your leg, seeking the reassurance feeling of skin against skin but as soon as the last sentence is pronounced his mouth starts giving open mouth kisses to every inch of uncovered skin it finds on its way and you’re scared your heart may stop working it all. It’s the feel of his tongue in that sensitive spot in the back of your knee, his left hand slowly exploring the length of your thigh but mostly his words and that impenetrable wall finally beginning to break down.

You weren’t expecting this. You thought he was going to come up with a half-true half-joke excuse that you were going to resist not believing in. And then get the courage to walk away just like you had planned. But this is different. You know this is different. You know he meant it. You know for the way he was so evidently struggling to find the right words, the hoarseness on every one of them as if his body were still trying to keep them locked deep inside. This is him. This is what you’ve been asking for. But still—

“The thing is you’re changing things for me, preciosa. I know I’m not made for this. I’m fucked up, I am. I’m not good. And on top of that, there’s not much I can offer you. I’ve nothing. And I can’t even take care of a damn cat without having it all fall over. I’m not even close to being good enough for you. You deserve better, you do—but I’m still here… if you want me. And even if you don’t, I would still be here, waiting.”

It’s raining properly now, hammering on the roof of the limousine. The furious rhythm of hundreds of drops almost synchronized with the rapid beat of your heart. His thumb hooked over the waistband of your pants, slowly pulling until your hip is exposed. Your breath caught in your throat.

“You deserve better but I’m selfish now. If anything is your fault, you turned me into this. I want you for my own,” he mutters, leaning in to kiss the skin of your lower stomach. You can’t help but gasp at the contact, he’s barely touched you and you already can feel the wetness dripping out of you. “Will you let me have you?”

He’s looking you straight into your eyes now, he hadn’t done it since he started speaking, and you can see how much he just gave you. You’ve learned to know him, somehow. Not in the way one learns to read deciphering signs on a page but in the way our eyes become accustomed to darkness after some time. Groping and stumbling you’ve learned some parts of him, his outline. That’s how you know he’s asking for way more than he’s letting on. You have the feeling that saying yes to him involves a lot more than saying yes to somebody else. The feeling that whatever it is he’s asking from you might consume you and leave you heartbroken afterward. But that’s not the hold-up.

The thing is, you want more, you want to see him in full light. You want him for your own too. But you need to understand him. Fully. You won't give yourself up without having him first. 

“You want me to beg? I’ll beg if you want me to, but then I’ll be the one taking it out on you later,” he threats when you don’t answer for a while, all teasing voice and mischief glimmer, he’s back to the playful Jake you know so well. A little too long of silence and his defenses go up again.

You don’t think he’ll keep spilling truths voluntarily but now that you’ve heard some of them you want more. You’ve become addicted. You need more. But how?

And how are you supposed to think while he keeps playing with the waistband of your pants? Fuck, unless—He just acted on your terms, revealing himself just like you’ve asked him to. Now is your turn. You probably will get immediately caught up on it, but you can try.

You need to play it his way then. 

He sees the change on your face and a spellbound gleam forms in his eyes.

“Show me how it would feel,” you whisper and you don’t need to say it twice.

As soon as the words are out of your mouth the sweatpants are out of your legs. Once he has you only in your t-shirt and your panties he leans back a little bit observing you from head to toe, lingering his eyes on yours, on the contour of your hardened nipples and the wet patch of your panties, as if he wanted to burn the image in his memory, the pervert. Well, you can’t judge, you are the same. Admiring how the white wet shirt clings to his torso, wrapping him like hard candy. You may as well lick him—fuck, focus. Focus.

When he starts to slowly take off your panties you manage to find your voice again.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you undress me on the street.”

“You’re letting me undress you in my car, it’s hot. And its got tinted glasses, and it’s dark outside and you’re with me, bonita,” he answers absently, focused on the delicate movement of the silky material as it slides down your legs. You can't mock him at the implication that you're safe with him though, you know it's true. You’ve felt it from the first day.

Once your panties reach your ankles he carefully removes them to put them in the pocket of his pants. Again, pervert. You ignore the need to clench your thighs together at the gesture and decide to tease him about it. He deserves it. And it’s what has worked the best so far. Pushing his buttons it’s what had you moaning in the fucking bathroom of your workplace anyways.

“To remember me?” You ask as innocently as you can.

But he’s done with it. He pins you with his gaze, raising a thick eyebrow at you.

“Why would I need reminding, exactly?”

“Because this is the last time.”

“What did I just say? Stop that. Don’t make me say it again. You know it’s not enough, preciosa. You know it.” His lips back to your legs, his voice still annoyed but so soft you don’t think you hear right: “Will never be.”

For the sake of your own heart, you rather believe you misheard.

He opens your legs a little bit further and then—

“Fuck, baby.” He sounds so wrecked, you feel weak. You were supposed to do something, what was it? “Voy a despertar soñándote por el resto de mi puta vida.”

“That’s not fair, you know I don’t understand. And tell me… tell me more about yourself first, please.”

“There’s not much to tell. And I’d like to do something else with my tongue right now.”

“What’s your favorite movie?”

“I mean, if I could record this right n—”

“Jake.”

“Whichever you’d like to watch with me, bonita.”

“You drive for a living?”

“That’s how I earn some money, yeah. Stop torturing me.”

“But you’re not just a driver, are you?”

“No, I’m not.”

“And is that…dangerous?”

“Not to you. I promise”

“Are you in danger?”

“I’m in danger of dying as a thirsty man here.”

“What’s your last name?”

“Lockley. Come on, baby, don't make me go crazier than I already am.”

“Lockley… Jake Lockley.” That catches his attention back to your mouth for a second. “What’s your favorite hobby?”

“This,” he says sliding you effortlessly to the edge of the seat. You feel his breath near your core and you know you’re losing it. Shit, why were you doing this? Why are you delaying it when you want it so badly? Oh, right, you—

“Jake, wait,” you breathe. “I need more. I need to understand.”

“Then pay attention, preciosa.”

His mouth finds your inner thigh and he’s so close. So close. You won’t hold back anymore. You can’t. Your hand finds his shoulder just to hold onto something but fuck. He’s still in his wet clothes. He can’t stay like this. You gather the little willpower you have left to push him back. You expect some sort of resistance but he moves back with no effort on your part. Take it out on me, is this what he meant?

The way he raises his gaze is enough to set your blood on fire. He looks at you as if he’s about to say fuck it all and push you back to have his way with you mixed with genuine curiosity about what are you going to do next. Submission hanging by a thread.

“Take off your jacket.”

He holds your gaze for a moment and then he does it. Fuck, the power trip you're feeling right now. It feels pretty fucking good having him listening to you like that. More.

“Now your shirt.”

He sighs and begins to unbutton it, somehow amused by how much you're pushing it. Did he just unblock a new kink for you?

Once the shirt is discarded somewhere on the floor of the limo you lean forward to take off his hat. Is soaking wet just like his hair is underneath. And of course, you can’t resist. You take a moment to run a hand through his curls all the way down to his nape until your hand is resting on his shoulder again. He looks so fucking hot like this. You bite the urge to confess it, instead, you lean back and open your legs a little further, an invitation.

“You can go on, now.”

The little smile he’s trying to bite back makes your stomach flutter. You decide to tease him a little bit more.

“I mean, if you don’t want to…” you concede, beginning to close your legs but you barely get to move an inch before he dives right in and—

Fucking heaven.

You loudly gasp at the feeling of the wet heat of his mouth dragging over the folds of your pussy, his groan sending shivers from your core through your whole body. Fuck, it’s too good. It’s too good. When his tongue swirls around your clit your brain short-circuits having at the same the time the urge to push him away and push him impossibly closer. As your hand finds his curls you realize your body has chosen the latter. The movement pleases him, you can feel his smile against you.

“So fucking good,” he mutters, barely pulling back as you feel the movement of his lips with each word. Your hips move forward anyway, chasing the delicious contact.

Fuck, you’re already on the edge. His mouth is giving you everything without holding anything back. Fixed on wreck you from the beginning, desire running through your abdomen.

“Oh, fuck. Jake, I–I’m gonna—”

“Eyes on me, preciosa.” Is all he says but your mind is gone, every cell in your body focused on the sweet hot pleasure that’s rushing to you core. Your head falls back against the seat as the shocks of ecstasy flow through you, your whines chanting his name, your hand holding thigh to his hair, your cunt clenching hard around nothing—his mouth not leaving you for a second, drowning in you.

When your legs twtich a little too much one hand holds your hips down hard into the seat to ensure you keep still but he’s not stopping, he’s—

He’s—

Two long, thick fingers slid in and out of you as Jake’s mouth goes up, focusing on your swollen clit, licking and sucking and his eyes—

Fuck, you can’t. You can’t. You can’t.

His gaze is so deep and strong, melting your fucking bones. You’ve never been seen like that, never.

“Keep your eyes on me or I’ll keep going until you let me see.”

You can’t help but clench at his words, a whine escaping your lips. He feels it.

“Mmm, would you like that?”

It’s too much, too intense. The free fall never stops inside of you. And you can’t even move away from it. You just have to take it the way he wants to.

His tongue swirls, his fingers curl and you completely lose yourself in the pleasure ripping you from the inside. Your sense of gravity changes to where his wet hot mouth keeps taking everything you have to give. His fierce brown eyes the only thing keeping you grounded.

“That’s it. Look at you, so fucking pretty baby,” Jake says in that dark rich voice you love so much, and though he keeps praising you you’re too gone to even hear anymore. All you can do is lay back against the seat of his limo until your heart stops booming in your ears and air reintegrates into your lungs again.

When feeling comes back to your numb body you find one of his hands massaging the back of your neck, the other moving from your collarbone towards that spot that keeps beating strong under his touch. He keeps his warm palm right there in your heart and fuck, he’s still kneeling in front of you, looking at you with Am I forgiven eyes and you know this is not healthy, this is not how things should be, yet all you want to do is to close your own eyes because you know they’re answering him yes, yes you are. Instead, you lower your head to brush your lips into his, an invitation that makes his body go so pliant on you when you grab him and take him up with you, maneuvering him until you’re on his lap and you can finally kiss him like you’ve wanted since the moment you met him.

That first kiss six months ago was tentative and stiff, it felt like he was trying to stop himself but his body wouldn’t respond to his rational wishes, like his mouth was moving against all his fucking will. Yesterday’s kisses were dark and possessive, every movement of his tongue deliberately planned to have you whining at his mercy.

This one is completely different. This time it’s you who’s leading the way. This time it’s you who’s showing him that the despair that’s so evident in the glimmer of his eyes is the same that’s hidden deep down in your chest. And you know, you know, that the moan that sips out of him when you cradle each side of his face and your tongue clashes into his is because he understands what your body is saying to him. He knows.

And it may be minutes or hours, all you’re conscious of is the constant pattering of the rain against the roof of the car, your own taste in his mouth, the way he pushes you closer every time you bite his lower lip, his fingers under your t-shirt caressing the small of your back, tracing your ribs and digging in your hips, the warmth of his skin, the hard muscle underneath, his damp curls when you run your nails through his head, those dark sounds that come out of his throat when you rock against the bulge inside his pants, the slow, steady bone-melting rhythm that completely intoxicates you until you need more, more, more.

And you know he does too.

He takes off your shirt in one swift motion. You feel something icy at the center of your collarbone but you don’t even have time to process it because suddenly your breast is in his hot wet mouth and his teeth are gently nipping the flesh there and then his tongue swirls against your nipple and—

You need—you’re overwhelmed by the need to have him as delirious as he has you right now.

You push him back into the seat and he’s immediately calling you preciosa and complaining but you are already kissing him, shutting him up, and undoing the zipper of his pants. He growls in your mouth when you palm the outline of his cock over his underwear, your walls clench hard in anticipation. And then he shivers when you slowly run your nails throughout his length over the fabric and you know you’re fucked. You will crave this feeling for the rest of your life.  The feeling of having Jake Lockley trembling with pleasure underneath you. An instant addiction.

You take his hard cock out and you and you don't even give him time to pull his pants out or take them off before you’re rubbing your slit against his length. Utterly and unashamedly desperate.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters in your mouth, his tight and raspy voice making you throb in need, his muscles tense under your hands. “Feels soo good, doesn’t it? This is how it will feel like, everything, every fucking time.”

He pushes back a little to look at you. You know he’s talking about what you answered when he asked to have you. Show me how it would feel. You know this is his way to push for an answer. A confirmation that you’re his. But instead of trying to find those words hidden somewhere in your chest you get lost in his deep brown eyes and you realize that all those moments when he looked at you like he wanted to crawl under your skin your eyes must have looked at him just the same way.

“Will you let me have you?” The question leaves your lips this time, yet no words come out of his mouth but a breathless choked sound as if you’ve punched him in the gut. Instead, he just grabs the side of your neck and glares at you with something profound that could be anger or devotion, or maybe both. And then he’s kissing you, his tongue fighting yours, how dare you is saying. A hand on your hip lifts you up enough so that he can line himself up at your entrance and just when you begin to feel that pressure—

“If we are doing this you’re not allowed to leave again without warning, Ok? It’s cruel,” you blurt out without thinking, your helpless heart rising to the surface, exposing itself despite your efforts.

“Ok,” he answers, his voice torn and low, as solemnly as he can with your cunt torturously dripping the length of his cock. You look down, ready to feel him inside but he grabs your chin and makes you look at him again. “And you’re not allowed to say you hate me. Ever again. I mean it. Ok?”

“Or?”

“Or I’ll fuck your pretty little brains out until I have you begging me to stop but I won’t until I’m sure you’ve completely forgotten the damn fucking word. Ok?” He pulls at your hair for emphasis and you have to fight down the moan that threatens to leave your throat with the gesture.

“Ok,” you answer out of breath, obediently.

“Good,” he praises, soothing your scalp with his fingertips. Then, cheeky again. “What am I allowed to?”

“You’re allowed to ring the bell to my apartment, for once.” You laugh but then—

He holds your hips as he slowly begins to slide his cock in, gently and steadily but fuck.

Holy fuck.

You’re so wet there’s barely any resistance bet he’s long and thick and the stretch feels like he’s gonna break you in half. The strong grip of your hands on his shoulders makes him stop before he can go any further.

“You’ll get used to me,” he gasps in your temple. “Fuck, such a tight fucking pussy, baby. But I’ll make you get used to me. All of you.”

“Shut up and just keep going, for fuck’s sake”

“Relax on me, preciosa. I don’t wanna hurt you,” he whispers in your ear, his fingers caressing every inch of skin he can find, his tongue licking the pulse in your neck. “Relax…Mmm, that’s it. Yeah, like that.”

It takes a little.  The expert grip on your hips makes you sink into him so, so slowly every inch of him steals a whine out of you but you know it’s driving him fucking crazy too. He’s breathing hard, the muscles in his abdomen jump at the slightest shift of your hips, and a faint film of sweat appears on his neck. It makes you wanna lick him. But you get distracted by how good and how deep it feels and how his hands move from your hips to a playful hold on your throat, until they fall flat on the seat.

“You can go on, now,” he returns your words, a cheeky little grim forming in the corner of his lips as he leans back on the seat. Leaving you to it. Your heart swells at the wrecked and joyful gleam of his eyes. 

You try to say something smart and snarky at him but his cock is buried deep inside of you and you can’t think of anything else, to be honest. You lift yourself up and down, tentatively, the burning so good it has so gasping.

“Feels good, baby? Feels so right, doesn’t it? You know why it feels so right, don’t you? You understand it.”

You pick up your pace, oblivious of his words, trying to suppress the hidden emotion behind every roll of your hips. You don’t want to hear those words, you don’t need to. Not now. But he keeps going—

“You have no idea all the times a woke up this,” he breathes, his hands finding your hips again. Unable to stay away for too long. “Preciosa lurking me with her smart mouth and her —fuck— her pretty smile. Letting me punish her for being too good for me.”

He makes you clench hard around him. You can’t help it. It’s his words, the idea. 

“Mmm, you’d like that. I’d like that too. I could spank you for every time you wouldn’t leave my fucking head, for distracting me,” he growls grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing it. “How red would your ass be then, huh?”

His hand goes up to hold your hip again. And now he’s thrusting into you. Reaching places you couldn’t reach yourself, so fucking deep. 

“I could edge you to tears for doing this to me.” The pad of his thumb finds your clit and you whine his name in response. The shots of ecstasy are growing fast and intense. You’re gasping, he’s breathing hard. And to your surprise, he keeps talking. “I could have you screaming for—for—”

Before he was forcing himself to get the truth out, struggling to answer your questions with honesty. But now it’s flowing out of him, a little bit of truth with every thrust of his hips. Every word sticking deep into your heart.

“Fuck, I missed you… my whole body felt it even—even when I wasn't myself.”

God, you can’t even process each sensation. And his scent is concentrated in that soft spot on the side of his neck, it makes you dizzy. You’re so out of yourself, so overflowed with sensations and desire, that you only notice you’re running your tongue down the skin of his throat when growls and holds you impossibly closer, just like you wanted.

Is too much. Everything. This is—you’ve never felt anything like this before. Like the whole ground is disappearing under you. All you can do is hold onto Jake, one hand on his shoulder the other on his nape, your face buried in his neck. But he’s asking you something, his voice softer than before.

“Do you understand?”

But you’re too lost on it. You can’t—Your movements start to grow impatient, fast, and erratic. The hot melting pleasure is close once more. But not close enough.

“Preciosa, answer me.”

You keep clinging to him, refusing to do anything but chase the feeling. You’re almost there, almost there, you’re—

You’re suddenly on your back, his body hovering over yours, both of your hands taken behind you, arching you and maintaining you exposed. Making it impossible to hide away. His hand is on the side of your neck, his eyes piercing through you. He’s expecting the same sincerity he has given you tonight. He’s done what you’ve been asking him this whole time—broken down the wall between you two. Why are you so scared to take what was behind it? Because it’ll consume you. It already is. And you know if he disappears again—If he disappears after all this everything it would be so, so much worse. It’s too much risk. It’s all too much. You can’t—

But fuck, he looks so lost in you. 

“Tell me, do you understand now?”

At this point, you couldn't lie even if you tried. Your heart is on the surface.

“Yes, yeah. I-I do. Me too, Jake.”

“Fuck, mía.” He groans between desperate kisses on your mouth, then becomes a prayer that escapes from his lips with every needier, sloppier thrust of his hips. “Mía, mía, mía…”

Your whole body tenses under him then the pleasure rips you from the inside, making you scream this time. The hard squeeze of your cunt enough to push him to the edge. He grinds his cock as deep as he can against something that makes you sob and then he’s cumming, hard. You feel his body shuddering above and you want to see every second of it but everything goes blurry.

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Somehow, you find yourself on his lap again. Your whole body a dead weight against him. Your head tugged in the curve of his neck. His hands moving up and down along your back.

Your body is tired yet the adrenaline is still running through your veins. You can feel it buzzing somewhere inside, that’s why you are surprised when your voice comes out as a whisper.

“If you disappear again I swear that I—”

“I won’t. I can’t.”

You push back to look into his eyes in search of any sign that may tell otherwise, but you don’t find any.

“I won’t be long gone. I’ll be back soon,” he reassures, running his fingertips from your neck to your collarbone, his lips gently tracing your jawline. “Apenas pude aguantarme esta vez. No soy tan fuerte.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I’ll be back. Ok?”

Suddenly he’s looking into your eyes for some sort of final confirmation that you feel the same way he feels, even if he didn’t confess it with words. And you do. You do, you do, you do, your answer to him. Instead, your mouth says—

“Ok.”

He takes your face in both his hands. His lips brushing yours.

“Mi preciosa.”

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A few hours before sunrise, long after the rain has stopped, you enter your apartment. Happy and exhausted, you know you’ll fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. You also know you’ll dream of brown deep eyes and a raspy voice calling you preciosa over and over again.

As you put your keys next to the mirror at the entrance your eyes catch a sparkle on your neck. It’s a silver necklace with a little moon on it. It’s beautiful.

Your head turns to the window, to the moonlight and the limousine below it that you know won't leave until it sees all your lights off. 

You had never felt anything like this before, you had never been under the weight of an emotion so strong that there was no way to communicate it with words, you had never been able to understand someone just by looking into their eyes. But then Jake isn’t like anyone you have met before either. And there's nothing you'd do to change that.

You know he will be back.

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loving and moving my body this week (08.04.-14.04.24)

Monday. full body, opening morning Yoga Flow for all levels [18 mins]

Tuesday. powerful and energising pilates flow [23 mins]

Wednesday. full body ballet cardio [15 mins]

Thursday. Bellydance belly-focused dance/workout [22 mins]

Friday. Full body pilates [27 mins]

Saturday. Alexa Chung tries Ballet Beautiful [25 mins, some talking]

Sunday. classical pilates workout (using Joseph Pilates' original moves) [21 mins]

Exhale to splits: Day 21 [16 min] // Day 22 [20 min] // Day 23 [20 min] // Day 24 [16 min] // Day 25 [19 min]

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I'm so excited for this week's selection! It's such a fun mix of pilates, dance and even some yoga - which has intimidated me for years, but the Exhale to Splits series really encouraged me to try it. We're taking baby steps out of our comfort zone!!

In case the suggestion doesn't feel right for that day, here are some alternatives (12 minutes or less, can also be used as add-ons). No shame in taking it slow! Let's move according to our needs! :) nightime flexibility stretches // bedtime yoga stretch to release stress & tension // 8 min beginner's ballet flexibility. // 10 min | Beginner Belly Dance Workout | Slow & Smooth Tutorial // 15 min Gentle Pilates Workout For Beginners

#workout #if my math is right we're in week 24 of those weekly selections!! omg! #I honestly hadn't thought it'd been this long! how fun!!!!!!! #& yes I know I should post these earlier on sundays but I kind of got sidetracked #I really love making them btw. Look forward to it every end of the week

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I’ve had some curious people, so here’s the seed. (Warning that all 366 videos are in a list here, so it’s very long)

Cooking with Sex Toys

Ethan Finally Becomes a MAN

Recreating Every Single Unus Annus Video

Mark and Ethan Attempt an Escape Room

Hunting HeeHoo

Pee Sauna

Goodbye.

Ethan Gives Mark a Viking Funeral

Playing Children’s Games in Total Darkness

Preserving Ourselves in Wax

DIY Geriatric Simulator

DIY Bungee Jump (please don't try this)

2 Truths and 1 Lie -- Waxing Edition

Mark Teaches Ethan to Read with Hooked on Phonics

Duct Tape Crucifixion (Amy, Please Don't Watch This Video)

Bear Trapping 101: An Elegant Knot For an Elegant Beast

The Unus Annus Annual Sleepover

Reacting to Your Hilarious Green Screen Memes

Creating Mark FISHbach

Goat Yoga

Chickens Teach Us About Life and Death

Unus Annus Try Pole Dancing

We Made Nude Paintings of Each Other

Being Brutally Honest with Each Other

2 Absolute Beginners Experience the Dancing Glory that is Salsa

The Unus Annus Annual Costume Contest

Mark Turns Ethan into a Mummy to Prepare Him for the Great Beyond

Mark Conquers His Fear of Night Swimming

Pee Soda

We Got Pepper Sprayed

The Truth of Unus Annus

Mark Teaches Ethan How to Play the Trumpet

Hiding Our Sins from Amy's Holy Peepers

The Wubble

Mark Cooks Blindfolded While Ethan Guides Him Through FaceTime

W​​​​​e Had To Drink Each Other's Pee

We Accidentally Made an SCP While Amy Was Away

Santa's Mukbang (Drinking 1 Gallon of Eggnog)

Beer Sauna: Turning a Portable Sauna into a Portable Hell

Literally Eating Fire

All Our Video Ideas That Never Happened

Mark Reviews The Impossible Burger But There's a Looming Sense of Impending Doom

2 Grown Men Attempt the Presidential Fitness Test

Nutball: The Most Dangerous Game

The Unus Annus Last Supper

We Force Mark to Swim in the Ocean (HIS GREATEST FEAR)

Fixing Mark's Hole with Ramen but Every Time We Add Glue We Get 5% Closer to God

The Koala Challenge: TikTok’s Intimate Couple’s Trend

Pitching a Tent in the Woods But There's a Bear 15 Feet Away

We Tried a Labor Pain Simulator

We Will Churn Thy Butter

Mark Breaks His Nose On An Aerial Hoop

Beating Inanimate Objects to Death

Mark's Outdoor Escape Room

Donating Toys to Charity w/ JackSepticEye

Baby Hands Operation

What in the Hell is a Pink Trombone?

Mark Teaches Ethan How to March in a Marching Band

Drawing on Each Other's Backs in Total Darkness

Crushing Watermelons Betwixt Our Mighty Thighs

Making Our Own Sensory Deprivation Tank

We Lubed Our Floor for a Sliding Competition

A Serious Conversation Under the Stars

Drawing Memes from Memory

1 Man 100 Accents

How to Start a Fire (except don't...)

DIY Chiropractor

Mark Needs To Rub Ethan and Only His Mom Can Help Him

We Pierced Each Other’s Ears

Mark and Ethan Go Casket Shopping

Unus Annus

Mark Punishes Ethan

We Force James Charles to Run a Military Obstacle Course

The Sensory Overload Tank

Mark and Ethan Are Now Fathers

We Made Every YouTuber Battle in the Hunger Games

We Bought Every Grinch Costume on Ebay

Turning Mark Into an E-Boy

Helium Therapy

Everything's Legal If You're Dead

How to Safely Bury Your Friend

Who’s Cutting Onions In Here???

Recreating the Miracle of Childbirth

We Play the Newlywed Game While Consuming That Which Will Kill the Other

The Beginning of The End

We Attempted to Create THICC Water

DIY Boob

2 Idiots Get Crushed by 18-Foot Giant Snakes

Mark and Ethan Get Into a Fight

The Painful World of Aerial Silks

You Blink You Lose

Ethan Will Be Kicked in the Balls

We Looked at Unus Annus Memes

Poopsie Sparkly Critters (a slime surprise...)

Unregulated Axe Throwing

10 Strange Amazon Products Ethan Bought Mark Because He Doesn't Know How to Spend Money Responsibly

The Secret Unus Annus No-Touchy-Touchy Hand Shake

Taped and Afraid

We Played Strip Poker

REAL Ghost Hunting at an Abandoned Zoo

This Video is Completely Unedited

Eating Only Onions for 24 Hours: How Many Onions Does it Take to Kill a Man?

Ethan Teaches Mark Gymnastics

Mark and Ethan Look at a Puppy for 10 Minutes

Pressure Washing Our Sins Away

The Ultimate Trolley Problem

Recreating Mark's Childhood

2 Men in a Trench Coat Teach You how to Save Moneyat the Movies

Mark Teaches Ethan to Wrestle

What Was the Most Painful Thing We've Ever Endured?

Drinking Real THICC Water... How Bad Does It Taste?

This is What Being Tased Feels Like

Only UNUS-es May Watch This Video

We Take a Lie Detector Test to Uncover our Darkest Sins

Transforming Mark into the 8th Wonder of the World

This Is The Most Dangerous Children's Toy Ever Made

Saying Goodbye to All Our Guests

Ethan Destroys Mark's Van with a Bat

BEYBLADE NUTBALL

We Turned our Bodies into Art

Drunk College Party Simulator

Doing Each Other's Makeup in the Dark

The Candy Bra Challenge

A Bear Attacked Us in the Middle of the Night

Too Many Pickles

Making an Indoor Tornado to Flex on Mother Nature

2 Adults Take a 4th Grade Math Test

We Took the Polar Plunge

Brick Soccer

Only ANNUS-es May Watch This Video

Blood Bath

Ethan Kidnapped Mark

How to Rescue a Cat from a Tree

Literally Finding a Needle in a Haystack

Only Watch from 2:15 to 6:11 --- DO NOT WATCH ANY OTHER PART OF THIS VIDEO

Team Building for 2: Trust Fall, Tug-of-War, and More!

Building IKEA's Hardest Piece of Furniture Without Instructions is Impossible

How Many Slaps Does It Take to Cook a Chicken?

Floating in a Real Sensory Deprivation Tank

Ethan Teaches Mark How to Swim

We Eat Bugs

Accepting the Truth

The Annual Unus Annus Dunk Contest

Grip Strength Test: Loser Becomes the Winner's Butler for a Day

7 Minutes in Heaven | 7 Minutes in Hell

Help Us Break a YouTube World Record

Becoming One with the Horse

Mark and Ethan Go on a "Drum Date"

Bobbing For Apples But the Water Keeps Getting Thiccer

Who Can Teach Their Dogs a Trick the Fastest?

Mark Knows What Ethan Did...

We Buy a Professional Hypnosis Video and React To It

Mark and Ethan Learn About the Human Body

Tearing a Phone Book in Half with Our Huge Manly Muscles

How to Escape from a Hostage Situation

Being Attacked by a Fully Trained Bodyguard Dog

Puberty Simulator

Breaking Glass With Our Screams

Dunking Oreos In Literally Anything But Milk

Hydro Dipping A Baby

Attempting to Build IKEA Furniture Without Instructions

Can You Bake a Cookie from Cookie Dough Ice Cream?

The Bad Kind of Cupping

Ethan Explores Mark's Haunted Basement

Would Chica Save Us From Drowning?

Was 2020 a Bad Year for Unus Annus?

Shooting Archery ON A HORSE

This is For FUN and NOT a Fetish

Mark Teaches Ethan Korean

Building the World's First IKEA Boat

Purging Our Sins with a Neti Pot

Discussing the Idea of Murdering Each Other but it's Just a Joke and Definitely Not Serious Haha

Momiplier Teaches Self-Defense

The 1st Annual Unus Annus Roast

Mark and Ethan Share a Drink

The Barrel - Official Music Video

Popping Popcorn with a High-Powered Laser

Is Mark a Masochist?

We Wrote a Hit Pop Song in 30 Minutes

We Attempt to Make UNHOLY Water

We Give Each Other Tattoos Blindfolded

The Ultimate Paper Airplane Showdown

Judging Your Terrible Unus Annus Ideas

Top 10 Worst Things Your Friend Could Possibly Spend Their Money On

3 Big Boys Attempt the King's Royal Fitness Test

Reddit 50/50: Two Player Edition

We Attempt Pottery Without Amy's Help

Mark and Ethan Build a Scarecrow

Learning the Ancient Art of Chinese Archery

Ultimate Horseshoes

This Video Went Completely Out of Control

Cryptid Olympics

Hot Dog'd to Death

Recharging Our Phones Using Only Brute Strength

Becoming a Master of Mime

Harnessing Our Dogs' Unlimited Energy

We Explore the Unus Annus Subreddit for Your Delicious Memes

Forcibly Turning Mark Into Santa Claus Against His Will

Literally Laying On Literal Broken Glass

The Good Kind of Cupping

Blowing Our Souls Into Some Hot Glass

Who Can Make Themselves Taller?

DIY Bed of Nails : OH GOD, PLEASE DON'T EVER TRY THIS

Mark and Ethan Summon a Ghost

The Great Meat Mistake

Recreating Ourselves as a Cursed Mannequin

DIY Wine

We Played Mad Libs and Ran It Through Google Translate

Bobbing For Literally Anything But Apples

Acupuncture Is NOT Painful

Mark Gives Ethan a HOT (stone) Massage

We Cryogenically Freeze Ourselves

Ultimate YouTuber Boxing Showdown

10 Miracle Products to Give YOU the Thiccest Jaw on Planet Earth

Dummy THICC for Dummies | A Tale of 2 Butts | Pushing Our Butts Even Further Beyond

We Attempt to Make Holy Water

Mark Steals Ethan’s Face

DIY Teeth

Our Perfect (and last) Valentine's Day

Mark Builds a Pillow Fort for the Very First Time

The Egg Smashing Game

Ethan Redefines Male Beauty

Learning to Breathe Underwater

The Great Ice Cream Cake Race

Preparing a 5-Star Meal for Our Youtube Famous Dogs

We Finally Drank Our DIY Win

2 Dirty Boys Wash Their Filthy Mouths Out With Soap

Professional Fire Cupping (Going Even Further Beyond)

Morphing Our Bodies Into Superhero Poses

Bad Bad Beans

We Hired a Real Hypnotherapist to Analyze our Darkest Dreams

This is Goodbye

God's Fitness Test

Edible Slime was a Mistake.

DO NOT TRY THIS UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES

You Breathe You Die

Long Hair, Do We Dare?

Mark and Ethan Desperately Try and Name a Single State in the USA

The Most Dangerous Shave

Two Male Men Judge Female Women on Their Beauty

5 Products to Grow Your Patchy Beard

How to NOT be the Perfect Boyfriend

Learn to Jump Higher in 16 Minutes and 16 Seconds

Playing Cards: The World's Deadliest Weapon

DIY Cheese

We Found Websites That the World Forgot About

Play-Doh Thanksgiving

Ethan Watches as Mark Achieves the Impossible

2 Men 200 Accents

1 Gallon of Jello Nearly Broke Us

Desperately Trying Not To Touch Our Faces

Mark and Ethan Milk a Goat

Edward Pumpkin Hands

Nutball Extreme: Taser Edition

The Unus Annus Space Program

Having an Adventure In VR Chat Because We Can't Go Outside

Using Google Maps to Find the Lost City of Atlantis

Mark and Ethan Desperately Attempt to Feel Something

Ethan Turns Mark into a Werewolf

Looking at Long Lost Memes

The Human Mop

An Extremely Sour, Not-At-All Sour Meal

Going on an Internet Scavenger Hunt

Making Soda With Literally Anything But Soda

Mark and Ethan Become United States Citizens

Consuming the World's Hottest Chip

Learning How to Lockpick (FBI Please Don't Watch)

We Made Fanart for Each Other

There's Something Horribly Wrong with This Picture...

Strange (and legal) Things You Can Do With Your Body After Death

Professional Fetish Scientists Rank the Best/Worst Fetishes of 2020

Recreating Childhood Photos

Fighting Fish to the Death in the Deep Blue Sea

Wikifeet: A Tale of 2 Tootsies

We Google Each Other to Find Our Darkest Forgotten Sins

The Worst Kind of Cupping

The End of Unus Annus is Almost Here...

Middle School Science Experiment Teaches Us About Life and Death

Momiplier Tells Us True Scary Stories from Korea

Making Snow Cones With Literally Anything But Normal Flavors

We Have the Best Bellies on Youtube

We Ate Dog Treats So You Don't Have To

Becoming the World’s Greatest DJ's

Our Fans Try to Scare Us with Their Homemade Creepypasta

DO NOT OPEN UNTIL 2080

You Made Beautiful Music for The Barrel... But Only One Could Win

The Deep End of Omegle: Risky Boogaloo

The 1000 High Five Challenge

What is the Least Viewed Video on YouTube?

Mark and Ethan Find the Lost City of El Dorado

The Creepiest Videos on Youtube

DIY Minesweeper

This Is Hiding On Your Body RIGHT NOW.

Running Internet Drama through Google Translate

Will We Break the Boards... Or Will They Break Us?

Speed Reading 1000+ WPM to Gain a Complete Understanding of All Human Knowledge

This Video Will Never Make Sense

Unus Annus Carves the Roast Beast

Making Our Own Gravestones to Prepare For Our Inevitable Demise

Mark's 1 Weird Talent Leaves Ethan Absolutely Speechless

Mark and Ethan Get a Full Body Scan to See What Secrets Lay Hidden Within (and learn their body fat)

Learning to Use The Force

Making the Ultimate Unus Annus Burger

The Scariest True Stories on the Internet

Mark and Ethan Bet Everything on a Wikipedia Race

Giving Away Our 1,000,000 Subscriber Gold Play Button

Amazon Shopping for the Apocalypse

The Chubby Gummy Challenge

Unus Annus ASMR

Phasmophobia in Real Life

Mark and Ethan Shave Chica

Does This Magnet Skincare Routine Really Work?

Ethan Roasts Mark for 15 Minutes Straight

We Bought a Camera That Can Look Inside Us

Reading YOUR Scariest True Stories

How Much Caffeine Does It Take to Kill a Man?

An A.I. Predicts How We're Going to Die

Emotional Pain vs Physical Pain... Which is Worse?

We Smell Every Smell

Tasting Weird Food Combos : Pickles and Chocolate? Ice Cream and Soy Sauce?

Bleachus Annus

Can Sound Therapy Heal All Wounds?

Ethan's Relaxing and Totally Normal Nail Salon

Can Plants Feel Pain?

We Have The BEST Thumbnails on YouTube and No One Can Tell Us Otherwise

We Put an Apple Watch in a Rock Tumbler

Whom Would Eat Whomst First in a Zombie Apocalypse?

2 Complete Amateurs Enter a Body Building Competition

We Do It Better Than Icarus Ever Could

Mark and Ethan Take a Personality Test

Learning to Cry on Command to Increase Our YouTube Views

What Happens When a Youtube Channel Dies?

Don't Go in the Ocean... Ever.

Finding the Most Cursed Image on the Internet

Pumpkin Taste Tier List

The Unus Annus Confessional Booth

2 Boys 2 Poops

How Far Can We Chuck a 16lbs Rock?

We Took an IQ Test

We’re Better Than Dogs

Amy Sent Us a Mystery Box

How Big Can a Nuke Get?

There's Still Hope...

What Does Astrology Say About Our Friendship?

Where in the World is Unus Annus?

Mark is Guilty. Ethan has the Proof.

How Tall Can A Human Get?: An Impartial Review by 2 Average Height Men

Mark and Ethan Hunt The World's Most Wanted Criminals

Bored? Press This Button.

The Illuminati... Do They Really Exist?

Harnessing Our Yodeling Power to End The World As We Know It

Ethan Traps Mark's Soul in the Palm of his Hand

5 Weird Apps Predicted Our Death

Are Reptilian Humanoids Living Among us?

An A.I. Generates Our Worst Nightmare

Bigfoot is Real and It Ate My Friend

This is How We'll Die...

Like It or Not... This is What The New Human Looks Like

Pumpkin Spice “Challenge”

Discovering the Secret to Eternal Life

Will AI Soon Take Over Humanity as we Know It?

Hacking into the Very Fabric of the Universe

Reverse Engineering a Kite to Steal the Idea of Electricity From Benjamin Franklin

Granting Access into Heaven's Sweet Gates

We Explore the Most MYSTERIOUS Mysteries of our Wildy Mysterious Mystery Moon of Mysteries

Are We Already Dead?

#not bracket

[harrywavycurly]

Hi Sarah! How's everything? So I just read that Joseph Quinn said he doesn't do meditation (but he probably should, his words) and then I started thinking about Eddie with a reader who's all good vibes, like... she meditates, she does yoga, she likes incense and crystals, she loves astrology... (I'm self projecting a bit, yes, I need all that so my nerves don't go boom) 😂 So could you do some conversations between Eddie and reader about it? Maybe she tries to teach him yoga or does his astral map or something... 🙈 Thanks! Have a nice weekend honey! ❤

Hiii lovey!! Everything is going good at the moment! How about you?? How are you doing? I’m not gonna lie the idea of Eddie with a flower child makes my swoon it’s the classic like sunshine and darkness duo that I just LOOOVVEEE also I imagine you’d call him honey and your grumpy baby when he’s in a mood lol I hope you enjoy this and have a great Sunday babes!!💖

*Eddie may not fully understand how to meditate or what crystal does what but he loves you so he will let you shove crystals in his pockets and tell him how to center himself*

“I don’t think I’m doing this right baby.” “You have to stop talking honey…” “but how will I know if I’m doing it right if i don’t ask?” “You’ll just know…” “How will I know? Will my hands go numb or something?” “No honey you’ll just…feel relaxed and your mind will kinda go empty…” “oh that sounds nice.” “It’s very nice now you just have to stop talking and just try to clear your mind.” “Okay…I can do that…” “Just listen to the music and take a few deep breathes and relax.” “Oh I think…I think I’m doing it…this meditation thing is nice…I like it...” “Oh honey…”

“Baby my body doesn’t bend like that.” “Honey you can bend down and touch your toes…trust me.” “What’s this move called?” “It’s just a stretch to get you warmed up.” “What? Are you telling me we haven’t even started yet?” “You’re doing great honey.” “Don’t lie to me sweetheart it’s okay you can say it…I’m horrible at this.” “Everyone was a beginner once so it’s okay…now sit down and we are gonna do a butterfly stretch…just do what I’m doing okay? I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” “You want me to…do that? Baby…that looks painful…” “it’s to loosen your hips and your lower back…it’s not painful honey I promise.” “And this is still just stretching? I’m terrified of the actual yoga poses…” “I’ll go gentle on you don’t worry.” “You’re gonna get me all twisted like a pretzel aren’t you?” “No…I’ll save that for your third or fourth session.” “Gee thanks baby.”

“Take this…oh and take this one too…do you have your necklace on?” “Yes I have my necklace on…what’s this purple one for? Why do I need this black one? I thought that was for like…serious shit?” “The purple is amethyst and it’s just going to protect you from negative energy and you’re going to like battle so yeah I’d say it’s safe to bring the black obsidian.” “Baby it’s just a hellfire meeting…” “but you said this campaign was going to be especially brutal so it wouldn’t hurt to just be a little…more protected.” “And these will all go well with my clear thing on my necklace?” “You have clear quartz on your necklace and yes the amethyst and black obsidian all play nicely with your necklace honey don’t worry.” “What’s the quartz do again? Dustin was wondering if he needs one?” “It’s for helping you feel balanced and protected. Ohh send Dusty over after the meeting I’ll see what he needs.” “You’re gonna do one of those like aura reading thingys on him aren’t you?” “Maybe…” “He will love that.” “Okay..i think you’re all good to go to your little battle campaign now…how do you feel?” “Uh..good? Like..I can conquer the world.” “Perfect! Good luck honey go kill some elves and stuff.” “Thanks sweetheart…”

“What’s wrong with my little grumpy baby?” “Just a long day…” “come here let me see you.” “Baby…” “just come sit with me please…look at me honey.” “I just had a long day sweetheart it’s nothing serious.” “Hmmm yeah…you’re all out of whack.” “Thanks…” “I’m sorry honey i don’t mean it like that…it’s just you’re out of alignment.” “I’m out of what?” “Just close your eyes for me okay? I just wanna do some breathing work with you to see if it helps you feel a little better okay?” “Okay…I can feel you doing that plucking thing to my…aura?” “Sorry it’s…just a habit but okay now just take a few deep breathes and let them out through your nose….good job honey now cross your arms over your chest and stick your hands under your armpits…don’t look at me like that I swear it’ll help.” “Like this?” “Perfect now once again take a few deep breaths and let them out through your nose…excellent honey now take a deep breath and hold it for ten seconds before releasing it….good job…now repeat after me…I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.” “Uhh I’m…exactly where I’m supposed to be…” “my timing is perfect.” “My timing is perfect.” “Now take one more super deep breath and let it out slowly….perfect! Good job honey.” “How…how the fuck do you do that?” “Do what?” “Make me feel…lighter?” “I’m just helping you get back in alignment with your inner self that’s all….oh you can open your eyes now honey.”

#eddie munson fluff #conversations with eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson concept #eddie munson request #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby

[learningfromlosing]

Omg??? So I have been terrified to work out because I just know that it's going to fucking hurt so bad because of my chronic pain but because of the pain I don't move around a lot and that makes it worse!!! And I've been on yt shorts and I just came across this guy who's doing like, beginner stuff for working out and when I saw it my ADHD ass was like oh my god that looks like something I'd do anyway when I have an energy burst?? And I tried it because it looked so low maintenance and I was SO SUS like NO WORKOUTS work for me I have always hated it and it hurts so bad and I want to be strong so bad like I was as a kid but I just lost it because of this pain. But this .. looks different like maybe I could do it it looks fun? And not hard? So I tried it and ???? It was fun? It was easy??? And i could ACTUALLY FEEL IT WORKING MY BODY and finally RELIEVING SOME OF THAT SHOULDER/NECK/AND BACK PAIN I CAN NEVER GET RID OF!!! it literally only took like 2/3 minutes because like hell fucking no I'm not going to be working out 10 FUCKING MINUTES no I can barely take my laundry to my bedroom. So I only did a few sets but it was so helpful I was flabbergasted . And I kept looking though his stuff...... Dude these are the easiest workouts I've ever done! I was like so ready to give up on the idea and try something else like yoga but it's like a mix of all of it! And it's SOOOO easy for me especially when I can barely hold my shoulders back on a good day and my posture needs a brace and it RELIEVES SO MUCH TENSION! I was maybe working out for like 15? Minutes? And that's like with lots of break baby I need to sit down for a second watch you do it and become comfortable with it. But still with all that in-between time and actually doing the workouts I was really getting my heart rate up and I could feel my muscles loosening up and I could feel the relief in my shoulders and neck and it was like I had a religious experience. I have never wanted to continue a work out I have never wanted to follow anyone on yt or anything that's doing that but this one is genuinely helping me and I'm ... Actually a little excited to try and do it everyday? To try and help me move around? And relieve so much of the pain I have and can't relieve without my medication right now.. And maybe even lose weight if I'm so brave? Become the strong person I was and have wanted to be? This is kind of super new for me like I'm 25 and I have really thought nothing was gonna get better for this because of my situation and it was just gonna get worse but.. this is so helpful.. I have fallen so far because of my illnesses and I have really not seen much hope for getting onto something that seems attainable and like could actually have a positive impact on my life. Something truly beginner that doesn't make me feel like I can't even do a beginner workout and give up. This is helping me so much and I'm honestly thankful for it. I actually.. think I want to try and do this more?

#mental health journey #health recovery journey #mental health recovery #mental health #beginner #help #self help #self care #mental health self care #chronic pain relief #chronic pain #chronic pain workouts #workouts for chronic pain #chronic pain friendly workout #mental health help #mental health support #chronic pain support #disability friendly workouts #disability friendly #personal #personal journey #personal helath journey

[lgcbrooke]

student profile – han brooke !

name: han brooke

year: second

major: dance

subjects ranking:

performing arts

beginner yoga

english in society

peoples, cultures, environments

dance history

fun facts !

he's known as the flower boy on campus because he's always seen running around carrying his plant babies he managed to grow somehow in his tiny, dark dorm room. he treats them as his children, they have their own names and the cutest of pokemon planters.

he decided to attend lgcu to follow in his older brother's footsteps who has been majoring in astronomy to become an astrophysicist.

that one university student who could be seen working everywhere. somehow he's balancing a bunch of jobs and still acing his exams. he can be seen working at the library, manning the counter at the bakery, making coffee at the cafe near the park. he's just trying to get that bank.

#lgc:universityprofiles #( 💐 ) ⸻ headcanons.

[lostcol]

Fifteen questions and some number of people

Tagged by @bethespark 😘

1. Are you named after anyone? Nope. My parents just liked the name; my mom regrets that my middle name isn’t a family name, but. Hindsight.

2. When was the last time you cried? Uhhh... a couple of weeks ago when I was ovulating bc istg it’s worse than PMS. Don’t remember what it was about, probably feeling shitty about myself.

3. Do you have kids? Nope. Undecided on that one. I have the cutest little nephew in the world though, and I work with babies.

4. Do you use sarcasm. Lol. Daily.

5. What is the first thing you notice about people? Age 

6. What is your eye color? Blue

7. Scary movies or happy endings? I like both but happy endings.

8. Any special talents? Not that I know of. I’m okay at certain (visual) artsy things.

9. Where were you born? Rhode Island, USA

10. What are your hobbies? Reading, writing, talking to/wasting time with fandom friends. Periodically getting into some kind of physical activity for a few days before never doing it again, currently (very very beginner) yoga.

11. Do you have any pets? No. Wouldn’t mind a cat. 

12. What sports do you play/have you played? Soccer when I was 5, basketball when I was 7, tennis from 5-12, track in middle school, field hockey in high school. I wish I’d done ice hockey, but it wasn’t really an option where I’m from when I was a kid, plus my parents weren’t into sports that cost money. I’m not bad at sporty things, I just kind of hate physical activity. 

13. How tall are you? 5′6″

14. Favorite subject in school? History/social studies

15. Dream job? Professional (though not necessarily famous) singer. Yes, I have a decent voice, no I don’t have a good enough voice to do it professionally, and no that is not fake modesty; I have a limited range and I lose my voice really easily.

Tagging @eusuntgratie @pray-for-sound @winderlylandchime @bartbarthelme and whoever else wants to ♥

#tag games

[nobitchesformissquinn]

First off, Simon Le Bon was, has been, and always will be a hunk and I don't care if anyone disagrees. 🫢

☝️☝️☝️UNDENIABLE PROOF FROM ONE OF THEIR EARLIEST VIDEOS!!! I'LL GET MORE IF NEEDED!!!

This post has been fact checked by true Duran Duran simps

Second off...

I'm actually gonna post more about yoga, which I love just as much as the band consisting of sentient Beanie Babies known as Duran Duran. I am currently working on my list of recommendations for yoga videos suitable for beginners.

So yeah, stay tuned for that.

#a teaser of things to come #also #the wild bois #duran duran #simon le bon

[princesspumpkinseed]

Today has felt like the first true spring day and I was not ready for the huge surge of dopamine from the sunshine! Nevertheless, it powered me through and for that I am grateful.

Unfortunately, the cold I caught from my mother lingers but I was all too happy to begin my morning with half a teaspoon of honey to appease my claggy throat. I then welcomed in the morning with a creamy cup of tea with soya milk and researched coding courses until my empty teacup obliged me to get on with my half hour power flow with ‘Yoga with Allie Van Fossen’ on YouTube - a recent and golden find. After that, I showered with my ‘toasted marshmallow’ shower gel and put on a burgundy dress without fear of the cold. I made a breakfast I crave every time I see a ‘that girl’ post online - scrambled eggs on avocado toast - and felt in total bliss while I munched. I then completed half of my number theory exercises while digesting.

Mum and I had fun while grocery shopping this morning and we rounded off the trip with a coconut latte - the caffeine buzz strengthened while I was putting the shopping away until it was undeniably charged and ready for a jog. I haven’t been jogging while it has been cold but this is feeling so good. I need to remember that If We Ever Meet Again by Katy Perry and Timberland is a great song to run to.

Coming home, I did some strength work organised by a beginners workout plan I found on pinterest and had to stop for a second because I was getting so lost in the moment and probably not showing good form. Thankfully, I had a conversation with my brother and afterwards calmed down tremendously... and we did a few squats together. Timmon, you’re the best.

By the time I’d finished, my butternut squash was ready so I made a salad of that and accompanied it with a blueberry cheesecake smoothie using some powder from The Protein Works. It was quite tangy and grainy - if anyone has any suggestions to improve this, I’d be forever grateful.

Following this, I finished number theory and wrote up one of the homework questions but this took a while and afterwards I felt rather drained. I had just enough time to do a 15 minute yoga sequence from Yoga With Kassandra (which was supposed to be for bedtime but was the perfect remedy for my hunched shoulders and reeling mind) before my mum returned from her long afternoon. I was proud of my mum when she said that she still wanted to go for a walk with our dogs to enjoy the beautiful evening. 

After that, I cooked. I should have definitely taken a picture before I started munching but whoops... I should have definitely cooked the cod loin with more seasoning and for slightly less time but the baby corn and potatoes really pleased me. I don’t know why I rustled a cup of strawberries, mango, and vanilla ice cream up afterwards... If there was one thing which would improve today, it would be to eliminate the dessert and have a hug from my boyfriend but here I am without boyfriend and containing fruit... I did do some logic puzzles and write this post, though, and I am about to do some prebed skincare so life goes on. 

#that girl #study motivation #healthy eating #healthy diet #food vlog #what i eat in a day #clean girl #clean eating #eat your veggies

[naturegoddessdiary]

How to do what what I am doing - the smart way - unless you want to be like me and pack a suitcase and just go for it because you’re tired of everything.

Work trade

Pet-Sitting

Nanny/ Baby sitting jobs.

If your goal is to live off the grid my favorite places for beginners are Hawai’i and Costa Rica , you can also do Mexico or Puerto Rico . I rather you do work trade because not only are you giving back to the community it depends what you do for worktrade, but you are also learning about the culture and that will help you with your travels.

If you’re a woman I suggest you do worktrade at hostels and yoga studios. You can work on a farm, but if you’re a beginner it will be a lot of labor, unless you find a flower farm ( no, it’s not weed , you’re learning how to take care of flowers ) , there are pet sanctuaries.

The only thing you’re paying for is your flight. Please read the reviews before you do any work trade. I rather you stay out of people homes as a beginner, but everyone is different.

While you’re doing work trade make sure you find a job ( if jobs are available, or you can start your creative journey ) many of you want to live off your art while experiencing life you can so do that !

When you move to other countries and islands COMMUNITY LIVING is normalize. I like it .

I’ll chat more on YouTube! I apologize. It been a year. It’s time! I had to learn what it is REALLY like to live on an island and the pro and cons of everything. Thank you for watching my journey so far.

I am traveling a lot now.

[saurabhanandtripzygo]

🌴 Exploring Bali A Paradise for Adventure Seekers 🌺

Embark on a journey to the tropical paradise of Bali, where every corner holds a new adventure waiting to be discovered! Whether you're a thrill-seeker, a culture enthusiast, or simply seeking relaxation, Bali offers something for everyone.

Here's a glimpse into the exciting activities you can enjoy during a Bali tour package

Surfing: Ride the waves at world-renowned surf spots like Uluwatu, Canggu, and Padang Padang. Whether you're a beginner or a seasoned pro, Bali's consistent swells and warm waters make it a surfer's haven.

Trekking: Lace up your hiking boots and explore Bali's lush landscapes. Trek through terraced rice paddies in Ubud, hike to the summit of Mount Batur for a breathtaking sunrise, or venture into the jungles of Munduk for a glimpse of hidden waterfalls.

Cultural Experiences: Immerse yourself in Bali's rich culture and traditions. Visit ancient temples like Tanah Lot and Uluwatu, witness a traditional Kecak dance performance, or participate in a Balinese cooking class to learn the secrets of authentic Indonesian cuisine.

Yoga and Wellness Retreats: Find your inner zen with a yoga retreat in Ubud, Bali's spiritual heart. From serene jungle studios to luxury wellness resorts, Bali offers a plethora of options for rejuvenating the mind, body, and soul.

Island Hopping: Explore Bali's neighboring islands on a boat tour. Discover the pristine beaches and vibrant marine life of Nusa Penida, snorkel in the crystal-clear waters of the Gili Islands, or indulge in a leisurely cruise around the idyllic coastline.

Balinese Cuisine: Treat your taste buds to a culinary adventure through Bali's diverse food scene. Sample local delicacies like nasi goreng (fried rice), satay skewers, and crispy babi guling (suckling pig) at bustling night markets and traditional warungs.

Relaxation and Spa: Unwind with a luxurious spa treatment amidst Bali's serene surroundings. From traditional Balinese massages to holistic wellness therapies, pamper yourself with a blissful day of relaxation and rejuvenation.

Whether you're seeking adrenaline-pumping activities, cultural immersion, or pure relaxation, Bali promises an unforgettable experience that will leave you enchanted and longing to return. Book your Bali tour package today and embark on the adventure of a lifetime! 🌺🏄‍♂️🌴

#bali tour package #baliindonesia #exploretheworld #balitravel #travel #adventure #bali #culture #explore #wanderlust

[superhealthysworld]

Finding Serenity on the Mat and in the Waves: A Review of "Yoga for Expectant Mothers and Surf-Yoga"

As a soon-to-be mother , I craved a way to stay active and connected with my body during pregnancy. Traditional exercise routines just weren't doing it for me anymore. That's when I discovered "Yoga for Expectant Mothers and Surf-Yoga," a unique DVD program that has become a cornerstone of my prenatal wellness routine. Here's why I highly recommend it.

Tailored Yoga for Every Stage of Pregnancy

One of the most appealing aspects of this program is its tailored approach. The DVD is divided into sections specifically designed for different trimesters of pregnancy. This ensures that the poses and exercises are safe and effective for each stage of my development. Whether I'm experiencing early-pregnancy fatigue or navigating the physical changes of the third trimester, the program offers modifications and options to ensure a comfortable and beneficial practice.

Gentle Yet Effective Poses for Prenatal Wellness

The yoga sequences in this program are carefully designed for pregnant bodies. The instructor, clearly experienced in prenatal yoga, guides viewers through gentle stretches, strengthening exercises, and relaxation techniques. The focus is on mindful movement and breathwork, promoting flexibility, strengthening core muscles, and improving overall well-being.

Finding Inner Peace and Connection

Beyond the physical benefits, "Yoga for Expectant Mothers and Surf-Yoga" has profoundly impacted my mental and emotional well-being. The program incorporates elements of meditation and mindfulness, providing much-needed moments of calm and serenity amidst the whirlwind of pregnancy. It allows me to connect with my growing baby and find space for inner peace amidst the excitement and anxieties that come with motherhood.

A Bonus: Discovering the Joys of Surf-Yoga

The program includes a bonus section on surf-yoga – a unique practice combining yoga poses with the principles of surfing. While obviously not suitable for performing while pregnant, it offers a glimpse into a fun and dynamic yoga variation I can look forward to trying after childbirth. Additionally, the stunning visuals of surfers riding waves act as a powerful motivator to stay active and embrace the physical challenges of pregnancy.

High-Quality Production and Clear Instruction

The production quality of "Yoga for Expectant Mothers and Surf-Yoga" is excellent. The clear audio and beautiful visuals create a calming and supportive environment for practicing yoga at home. The instructor's voice is soothing and encouraging, providing detailed instructions and modifications for each pose. Whether you're a seasoned yogi or a complete beginner, this program offers clear guidance for a safe and effective practice.

The Verdict: A Must-Have for Expectant Mothers Seeking Wellness

Overall, "Yoga for Expectant Mothers and Surf-Yoga" has been an invaluable resource for me during pregnancy. It offers a safe, effective, and accessible way to stay active, promote well-being, and cultivate a sense of calm. The tailored approach, gentle exercises, and focus on mindfulness have been crucial in navigating this transformative time. Whether you're a seasoned yoga enthusiast or a complete beginner, this program is a fantastic investment in your prenatal health and well-being.

A Note for New Mothers

While the surf-yoga portion isn't suitable for pregnancy, it provides a peek at an exciting practice to explore after childbirth. Additionally, some poses may need further modification after delivery, so consulting a qualified yoga instructor for guidance is recommended.

If you're a pregnant woman seeking a way to stay active, find inner peace, and connect with your growing baby, I highly recommend "Yoga for Expectant Mothers and Surf-Yoga." It will undoubtedly become a cherished part of your prenatal journey.

Disclaimer

**This review is based on my personal experience using "Yoga for Expectant Mothers and Surf-Yoga" and is not intended as a substitute for professional medical advice. It is important to consult with your healthcare provider before starting any new exercise program, especially during pregnancy. They can assess your individual needs and advise on whether this program is safe and appropriate for you.

The information provided in this review is for educational purposes only and does not constitute the practice of medicine. I am not a medical professional and cannot guarantee the results of using this program.

Always listen to your body and modify poses as needed. If you experience any pain or discomfort, stop the exercise and consult with your healthcare provider.**

#pregnancy #pregnant #yoga #healthylifestyle #fitness #yoga inspiration #yoga motivation #health and fitness #yoga daily #yogapractice #flexibility #yogaposes #stretching

[yoga5657]

From Beginner to Yogi: The Best Yoga Courses for Every Leve

Yoga has been practiced for centuries, offering a holistic approach to physical and mental well-being. Whether you're just starting your yoga journey or aiming to deepen your practice, finding the right yoga courses can make a world of difference. With an abundance of options available online and in-person, it can be overwhelming to choose the best course for your needs. Fear not! In this guide, we'll explore some of the top yoga courses tailored to every level, ensuring that there's something for everyone on their path from beginner to seasoned yogi.

Yoga Courses for Beginners:

For those stepping onto the yoga mat for the first time, it's essential to lay a solid foundation. Beginner courses focus on introducing fundamental poses, breathing techniques, and alignment principles in a supportive environment. Online platforms like Yoga with Adriene and do yoga with me offer comprehensive beginner-friendly courses that gently ease newcomers into the practice. These courses often include detailed explanations, modifications, and encouragement, making them perfect for those who are new to yoga.

Intermediate Yoga Courses:

Once you've familiarized yourself with basic poses and breathing techniques, it's time to take your practice to the next level. Intermediate yoga courses build upon the foundation established in beginner classes, introducing more challenging asanas (poses) and sequences. yoga glo and glo offer a wide range of intermediate courses led by experienced instructors, allowing practitioners to refine their practice, deepen their flexibility, and cultivate strength and balance.

Advanced Yoga Courses:

For seasoned practitioners seeking to advance their practice, advanced yoga courses provide the opportunity to explore complex poses, advanced sequencing, and deeper philosophical concepts. Platforms like Yoga International and Gaia offer a wealth of advanced courses led by master teachers from around the world. These courses often delve into advanced pranayama (breathing exercises), meditation techniques, and the subtle aspects of yoga philosophy, making them ideal for those committed to taking their practice to new heights.

Specialized Yoga Courses:

Yoga is a diverse practice with countless styles and approaches, catering to a wide range of interests and needs. Specialized yoga courses focus on specific aspects of the practice, such as prenatal yoga, restorative yoga, yoga for athletes, and yoga therapy. Whether you're expecting a baby, recovering from an injury, or looking to enhance athletic performance, there's a specialized yoga course to suit your needs. Platforms like yoga u online and Udemy offer specialized courses taught by experts in their respective fields, providing targeted guidance and support.

Yoga Teacher Training Courses:

For those aspiring to share the gift of yoga with others, yoga teacher training courses offer a comprehensive immersion into the practice and teachings of yoga. These courses provide in-depth instruction on anatomy, alignment, philosophy, teaching methodology, and more, preparing students to become certified yoga instructors. Yoga Alliance-accredited teacher training programs, such as those offered by yoga works and The Yoga Institute, ensure that graduates receive a recognized certification upon completion, empowering them to pursue teaching opportunities worldwide.

No matter where you are on your yoga journey, there's a yoga course suited to your level, interests, and goals. Whether you're a curious beginner, a dedicated practitioner, or an aspiring teacher, the abundance of online and in-person yoga courses available today makes it easier than ever to cultivate a fulfilling and transformative yoga practice. So, roll out your mat, take a deep breath, and embark on the journey of self-discovery and transformation through the practice of yoga.

Remember, yoga is not about perfection; it's about progress and self-discovery. Find the course that resonates with you, listen to your body, and trust in the process. Namaste.

#freeyogacourses #yogacommunity #yoga #hellomyyoga #onlineyoga #yogajourney

[best-yoga-classes-in-delhi]

Discover Your Path to Wellness with Yoga with Aman

Are you ready to embark on a journey of holistic well-being and self-discovery? At Yoga with Aman, we offer a range of user-friendly yoga classes designed to cater to your specific needs and goals. Whether you're seeking stress relief, weight loss, or support during pregnancy, our expert instructors are here to guide you every step of the way.

Yoga Classes for Stress Relief:

In today's fast-paced world, stress has become a common companion for many of us. Our yoga classes for stress relief provide a sanctuary where you can unwind, relax, and rejuvenate your mind and body. Through gentle movement, mindful breathing techniques, and guided relaxation, you'll learn to release tension, calm the mind, and cultivate a sense of inner peace.

Yoga Classes for Weight Loss:

If you're looking to shed extra pounds and boost your overall fitness, our yoga classes for weight loss are the perfect solution. Designed to promote fat burning, improve metabolism, and tone muscles, our dynamic yoga sequences help you achieve your weight loss goals while enhancing flexibility, strength, and endurance. Say goodbye to crash diets and hello to a sustainable, holistic approach to weight management.

Yoga Classes for Pregnancy:

Pregnancy is a beautiful journey, and yoga can be a valuable companion along the way. Our prenatal yoga classes for pregnancy are specially designed to support expectant mothers through each stage of pregnancy. Gentle yet effective yoga poses, breathwork, and relaxation techniques help alleviate common pregnancy discomforts, strengthen the body, and prepare for childbirth. Join our supportive community of moms-to-be and nurture your body, mind, and baby.

Why Choose Yoga with Aman:

At Yoga with Aman, we believe that yoga is for everyone, regardless of age, fitness level, or experience. Our user-friendly approach ensures that all students feel welcome and supported in their practice. Whether you're a complete beginner or an experienced yogi, our classes are accessible, inclusive, and tailored to meet your individual needs.

Start Your Yoga Journey Today:

Ready to experience the transformative power of yoga? Join us at Yoga with Aman and embark on a journey of self-discovery, wellness, and empowerment. With our user-friendly classes and expert guidance, you'll unlock your full potential and discover the joy of living a balanced, healthy lifestyle. Enroll in our classes today and take the first step towards a happier, healthier you!

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