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What is Yoga Pilates Reformer Balance Exercise?

Yoga Pilates reformer balance exercises are a type of exercise that combines elements of yoga, Pilates, and reformer Pilates. They typically involve using a reformer machine to help you improve your balance and coordination.

The reformer machine is a piece of exercise equipment that uses springs and pulleys to help you perform a variety of exercises. It's a great way to challenge your body and improve your strength, flexibility, and balance.

 Benefits of Yoga Pilates Reformer Balance Exercise

There are many benefits to doing yoga Pilates reformer balance exercises. Here are just a few:

1.Improved balance: These exercises can help you improve your balance and coordination. This can be helpful for preventing falls, especially as you get older.

2.Increased flexibility: Yoga Pilates reformer balance exercises can help you increase your flexibility. This can make it easier to do everyday activities, such as reaching for things on high shelves or getting up from a chair.

3.Stronger core: These exercises can help you strengthen your core muscles. This can improve your posture and help you avoid back pain.

4.Reduced stress: Yoga Pilates reformer balance exercises can help you reduce stress and improve your overall mood.

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Pilates Workout

A 2021 study found Pilates to effectively reduce body weight and body fat percentage in participants with overweight or obesity. These effects were more pronounced in those with obesity only. Additionally, the study found that the longer a person performed Pilates, the more significant the weight loss.

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Fixer Upper — A. Putellas x Reader

"Kicked Out of Pilates"

WC: 1.2k

Summary: You knew she´d be bad at it, but not this bad.

It starts with a smug grin and her famous last words.

“Babe, I’m a professional athlete.”

You don’t even look up from your protein shake. You just sigh, already sensing the incoming storm.

Alexia leans against the counter, arms crossed, still sweaty from training and radiating the kind of overconfidence that precedes something catastrophic. 

“I don’t think I’m gonna get much out of this class,” she says.

“I mean, come on. Pilates?”

You take a long sip of your drink, buying time before you say something sharp. Something like Pilates will destroy you and I will laugh. But instead, you go for neutral. Measured.

“It’s not about brute force,” you tell her.

“It’s about control, precision and core strength.”

Alexia snorts. Actually snorts. 

“My core could beat yours.” She says childishly. 

You raise an eyebrow. “You think this is a competition?”

“Everything’s a competition,” she shoots back, eyes gleaming.

You mutter something under your breath, but you let it go. Because part of you, okay well, all of you, wants to watch her crash and burn.

Just a little bit.

The studio smells like eucalyptus and like someone took the scent of a relaxing spa and bottled it up for mass consumption. You’re early, like always, so you begin stretching on the mat, calm and focused, while Alexia’s poking at the reformer like it might bite her.

“What is this?” she asks, genuinely baffled.

“It looks like a medieval torture device.”

“It’s about to become one.” You smirk.

She rolls her eyes, loud and unsubtle, and the instructor, a perfectly serene woman named Claudia who probably drinks her smoothies with spirulina, walks in.

“Everyone ready?” Claudia chirps.

You nod. Alexia does not.

Instead, she mumbles something about how she could’ve done squats at home and not wasted her morning pretending to be a ballerina. 

Claudia, bless her soul, just smiles and says, “Let’s begin with a neutral spine.”

Alexia turns to you and whispers, “What the hell is a neutral spine?”

You elbow her. “Shut up and engage your core.”

Ten minutes in, the cracks begin to show.

Claudia is calmly guiding everyone through slow, precise movements. Your body moves easily, years of muscle memory clicking into place.

You’re zoned in and focused. This is your space.

Alexia on the other hand, is struggling.

Not physically yet. But mentally, emotionally, spiritually? She’s fighting a war.

Her legs are shaking. Her arms are trembling. The reformer spring tension has betrayed her. And she will not stop talking.

“Is this even real exercise?”

“Why is this plank harder than usual?”

“Who invented these blocks? This is so dumb.”

“I think the machine’s broken. Babe. Babe, it’s broken.”

Claudia ignores her with the kind of professional detachment you aspire to one day achieve. You, however, are two seconds from faking a hamstring tear just to escape from your girlfriend´s dramatics.

The tipping point comes during a deceptively gentle sequence.

Claudia instructs the class to lie on their sides and do slow leg lifts with resistance bands. You’re breathing, focusing, engaged. You glance at Alexia.

Big mistake.

She’s propped on one elbow, face red, one leg halfway up and trembling violently, sweat dotting her forehead. She looks over at you, betrayal in her eyes.

“You’re not even struggling,” she hisses.

“I’ve been doing this for years,” you whisper back.

“Shut up and breathe.”

“I am breathing. I’m breathing fire.”

“Then maybe shut up and burn quietly.”

That’s when she mutters, not-so-quietly,

“This is physical abuse.”

Claudia turns, still smiling, still terrifying. “Alexia, why don’t we move you to the front? I can guide you better from here.”

It’s not a suggestion. It’s a death sentence.

Alexia tries to play it cool as she moves. You don’t even look at her. You can feel the smugness radiating off Claudia now.

She puts Alexia in the straps. Tightens the tension. Adjusts the springs. And then says five words that chill your soul.

“Let’s try an advanced variation.”

You silently cross yourself and send a prayer for your girlfriend.

Alexia makes it twenty more minutes.

Twenty minutes of being turned into human origami. Of grunting, groaning, arguing with the machine. At one point, she kicks a foam roller across the room and calls it “possessed.”

At another, she yells, “I CAN SPRINT FOR NINETY MINUTES BUT I CAN’T DO THIS FOR NINETY SECONDS.”

You’re hiding behind your towel, pretending you don’t know her. Claudia doesn’t even blink. She’s clearly dealt with worse, but even she has limits.

At the fifty-minute mark, Claudia claps her hands and says,

“Class dismissed. Except for you two. A word, please.”

You brace yourself.

The ban is delivered with kindness. Which somehow makes it worse.

“It’s not that we don’t welcome beginners,” Claudia says, folding her hands.

“But the... energy... today was a bit disruptive.”

You nod, already apologizing. You’re in full damage-control mode. Meanwhile, Alexia is sitting on a bench, legs trembling, trying to hide the fact that she might cry if she stands up again.

“I didn’t mean to be disruptive,” she mumbles softly, like a child that has been told off.

“I just, this isn’t what I expected.”

Claudia softens, just slightly and gives her a condescending pat on the shoulder.

“Pilates humbles everyone, but practice makes perfect.”

Back home, Alexia collapses face-first onto the couch.

You throw her a bottle of magnesium lotion and start rummaging for the heating pad.

“I can’t move,” she groans into a pillow.

“I think I pulled something in my psyche.”

“I told you it wasn’t a joke.”

“I thought it was gonna be stretching and breathing! I didn’t know it was, whatever the hell that was!”

You’re trying to stay mad. Really, you are. But she just looks so damn pathetic. Her legs are splayed, her hair’s a mess, and she’s still wearing one sock. The other was lost somewhere during a lunge series you’re not ready to talk about.

You crouch beside her and start massaging her calves, firm but careful.

She groans. Loudly and dramatically.

“Don’t make sex noises at me right now,” you mutter.

“This is better than sex,” she moans, then corrects herself,

“No, wait. Top three, though.”

You roll your eyes, but your hands don’t stop. She’s warm under your fingers, muscles tight, trembling a little. You dig into the knots, working them out slowly.

“I deserved this,” she mutters after a while.

“You did.”

“I’m sorry I made a scene.”

“You’re not.”

“Okay, I’m sorry you had to be there for it.”

That’s better.

You lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. She sighs, letting you work, her body heavy and pliant beneath your hands now. Like all the fight’s drained out, leaving only the girl who trusted you enough to fall apart in a Pilates studio.

“You’re not taking me back there, are you?”

“No,” you say.

“They banned us.”

“Really?”

You nod.

Alexia lets out a sleepy laugh, one hand reaching back to pat your thigh.

“You’re still the hottest person in that studio,” she says.

You lean forward, lips brushing her ear.

“You got kicked out of Pilates.”

She groans. “Can we never talk about this again?”

But you will. Oh, you absolutely will.

Later when she’s recovered, she's cocky again. You´ll remind her that her Achilles’ heel is a twenty-dollar foam block and a woman named Claudia.

You press a final kiss to her temple, settle beside her on the couch, and pull the blanket over both of you.

“Next time,” she mumbles, already half-asleep,

“I pick the activity.”

You smile against her skin.

“Whatever you want, darling.”

[ironwinters]

bucky being a near perfectly reformed individual. he worked out moderately, ate three square meals a day, had adopted a little white cat, and finally had a fully furnished apartment. he even could sleep in a bed now.

he was fine, truly. nightmares came and went, he had grounding techniques and exercises he relied on through rougher nights. he was even scaling back on missions he would work on, asking to be called in only when it was completely necessary, valuing the separation he had between work life and home life.

at home he wasn't the winter soldier, or the white wolf, or an old sergeant. he was just bucky. but something was still... missing?

and then he met you. you were quiet, reserved, but so caring and kind. it took bucky two days to work up the courage to cross the hall and knock to introduce himself.

you invited him for tea.

and then two days later you invited him over for dinner.

dinner turned into movie nights.

movie nights turned into innocent sleepovers.

innocent sleepovers was the final push Bucky needed to finally ask you out on a date.

one date turned into two, and three, and so on.

suddenly it's christmas, and you're curled up on the couch under blankets sipping hot cocoa, an old black and white christmas movie playing on tv.

and after bucky's longer than average life, all the cold and doom and gloom, he finally feels warm inside. all is well again.

[luv-y0urself]

18 headcanons for woon's 18th !

day 1 : living with woon . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

established relationship!au | roommate!woon x fem!reader ♫．genre : slice of life, so much fluff... | wc : 789 | warnings : second person pov ! woon is implied to be a student ⏤ in college or high school is up to you to decide. as always, there is some mild bickering too :') 𖤐．first post of the series ! happy birthday once again, woon <3 make sure to let me know which one you guys like the most for the full fic on the seventh day ! more details on the masterlist linked below ↓

ᵔᴗᵔ﹕masterlist | the next day . . . [posted] !

living together-

there would never be a dull day if woonhak was living with you… literally. there’s always one thing or another happening around you guys, and you guys always make the most of it. 

like, there was one time when woonhak insisted that you teach him some of the yoga/pilates things you’ve been doing in your freetime, saying something like “it can’t be that hard…”

oh boy. poor guy was shaking just using a foam roller and doing a couple of exercises with it while you were nearly crying from laughter. 

“you won’t even be able to use a reformer!!”

“sh-shut up!! yes i can!!”

but even when you guys bicker with each other like that, woonhak is still someone that you can rely on for anything.

sometimes there are just days where you don’t want to do anything and just want to stay home, but he forces you to get up and do something, even if that’s going on a short little walk with him outside for some fresh air or just being next to his warmth while he’s doing homework for some of his classes, listening to his voice talking about random things to make you feel better.

he always has food prepared for you on those days – not processed, delivered food, but actual homemade food that he made, freshly prepared for you to eat.

“... thanks, woon.”

“you have to do the dishes.”

“are you kidding me???”

throwing tantrums-

cue the hundreds of videos of woon on the floor throwing a tantrum…

if something doesn’t go his way… this is definitely the type of move he would pull out of his pocket.

FOR EXAMPLE. if something goes wrong w the game he’s playing, he would lay on the floor and start doing this, causing you to run out of the kitchen, not even caring about the flour from your apron leaving a trail behind you as you stare at his flailing body.

of course. just when you're making your favorite cookies to eat during the weekend...

“... woon…?”

“oh my GOD i literally cannot beat this level this is absolutely horrible i’m so bad at this game–”

“woon– oh my god–” you run over and reach out to him to grab his hand holding the flailing controller, putting it down and grabbing both his wrists, successfully putting them above his head as you stare down at him. he finally stops and sighs, looking into your eyes.

“you know, sometimes i wonder if i’m babysitting a child or if i’m living with my boyfriend.”

woon scoffs, all thoughts about the game forgotten as he swiftly switches your positions so that he was on top of you now.

“well, obviously your boyfriend, right?” he gives you a mischievous smile before he starts tickling your sides, getting flour all over his clothing and face before you’re finally able to make him stop.

yes, throwing a tantrum means you have to go and calm him down… which also means this happens every single time too. you still haven’t quite figured out a way to get out of the situation, which wasn't good because woon was getting better day by day at finding your weak spots.

"woon – oh my god – let go of me! my cookies are going to burn!"

"not until you say that i'm the bestest boyfriend in the world."

"jesus christ–"

coparenting a pet-

now, although you insisted that you have enough on your hands with woon in the house, he always wanted to get a pet – a pet dog, specifically. you’ve always said no because that would be too much of a commitment for you guys. but… for his birthday, you finally decided to give in – all the while doing a small prank.

see, you packaged a couple of cute dog toys and gave it to him on the morning of his birthday. he opened them up, happy to see the plushies but a little confused. 

“aren’t these for… dogs…?”

you couldn’t help but smile. “check outside.”

his eyes light up immediately and he zooms out of the room, and you follow him with your phone recording, watching as he picks up the dog from the box that you bought him in and had left outside just a couple minutes ago, the small brown furball nearly disappearing in his arms.

his eyes look at yours with a look of wonder and joy, and he smiles so wide, making your heart warm just by looking at the two of them together. he puts down the dog softly on the floor and immediately pulls you into his embrace, his large hand covering the back of your head and burying himself into your scent by snuggling into the crevice of your shoulder.

“thank you so much, love.”

© luv-y0urself / 2024 | taglist : @onedoornet @blankjournal

[procyonloser]

Adam kicked a rock with one of his new hooves, hating how it felt against the hoof - dull, but still there. Kind of like him. A fucking cow demon. He sure as fuck didn't sign onto that shit, and he was pretty sure it was at least 95% Lucifer's fault that he looked like this. That he sounded like this, unable to speak besides...mooing.

Vaggie told him it suited him, to have lived a life only valuing what women could do for him, what women could give to him, to be turned into a cow.

Adam called her a stuck up dumb cunt with one stupid eye. It came out as a long angry moo, and she simply laughed in his face and walked away.

He had to get out of that fucking hotel as often as he could. It hurt his brain to be in there, to hear the songs, the little trust exercises, the crying, god Charlie cried so much. Adam had to get away, but Pentagram city was just as depressing as the rest of Hell. Violent criminals, weird sex shit, badly spelled billboards advertising hired assassins. Gross, Adam thought to himself, hopping over a puddle of... He didn't want to think about it too hard.

"Hey big boy, you want to be branded?" A demon leered at him, leaning against a car on the sidewalk. There was another demon inside it that blinked multiple eyes up at Adam, raking down his body. Adam was not into it, this wasn't adoring fans in Heaven talking about how awesome he was.

He felt like, well, a piece of meat.

"Hey, come on, I think you'd look great with a nose ring, maybe a little bell collar." The demon laughed, pushing away from the car and following Adam along the sidewalk. Adam's tail flicked him, trying to keep him away, his powers were mostly gone now, he had typical sinner strength, and he didn't want to get into a fight only being able to say moo.

"Excuse you, sir!" A voice boomed with pomp and circumstance, descending from on high. Lucifer floated down from the sky above, angelic wings flapping lightly as he landed, hands on his hips like a wanna be Superman.

"This cow, I mean sinner, is my friend Adam! I will not allow you to speak to him in such a manner." Lucifer said, and Adam wanted to throw him off of a window. Where was any of this care in the last fucking ten thousand years?

"... Who the shit are you?" The demon asked, blinking repeatedly. "Some weirdo with an angel kink?"

"No!" Lucifer snarled, eyes briefly turning gold before he smiled politely. "I am Lucifer Morningstar, your King."

The demon looked unimpressed. "Sure you are, anyway, I was just telling your cow he'd look better with a piercing, maybe a brand of my name on his fat ass. Or maybe, nipple rings, yeah? That'd be hot."

Lucifer's horns began to push out of his skull, and Adam looked curiously between him and the demon. He'd actually enjoy seeing Lucifer rip him to shreds.

"How dare you speak about him in such a way, do you not know to whom you are addressing - Adam, the son of Earth, the first man, you vile- wait did you say nipple rings?" Lucifers tone shifted from one that rocked the very ground itself to curiosity. Lucifer swiveled to stare at Adam, gaze stopping directly on his chest. "Mm... Hmm..."

Adam blinked, looking at the demon, who was also confused.

"Moo!" Adam huffed, stomping his hoof. Lucifer snapped out of it and obliterated the catcalling demon into dust with a snap, before blinking and wincing.

"Oopsiedoopsie, I told Charlie I wouldn't do that anymore. Uh, he'll reform I think. It's fine. Anyway, you want to go home? I was just out, flying to the store. I think we need some....milk...." Lucifers brain seemed to stop functioning again as he stared at Adam again.

".....Moo?!" Adam yelled.

This truly was hell.

[misfitwashere]

ROBERT REICH

FEB 2

Friends,

Before I post my Sunday cartoon, I want to share with you some thoughts about the second horrific week of Trump II.

It’s even worse than I’d imagined. 

He’s been “flooding the zone” with so many outrageous (and often illegal) initiatives that many people are overwhelmed, demoralized, and just plain freaked out. 

That’s the intent. 

This morning, a woman I didn’t know was about to pass me on the sidewalk and then stopped, turned toward me, and almost shouted, “It’s a fucking nightmare!” 

Well, it is a “fucking nightmare” and unfortunately there’s nothing anyone can do right now to legally stop it (unless you’re a federal judge). 

For now, we can and should do everything possible to protect people who are most vulnerable to the nightmare. 

But allow me to take a longer-term view. 

A “fucking nightmare” is not all bad if it awakens America. 

Remember how Martin Luther King Jr. mobilized the nation against racial injustice? He let everyone see its horrors. On television. Night after night. Peaceful Black people getting clubbed and arrested for exercising their rights. 

Were it not for that painful national exposure to racist brutality, we wouldn’t have gotten the Civil Rights Act or the Voting Rights Act. 

Something similar happened in the first years of the twentieth century when muckraking journalists revealed the giant monopolies, corruption, and public harms of the robber barons. 

Were it not for that painful national exposure, we wouldn’t have gotten the reforms of the Progressive Era.

I believe a similar dynamic will play out as Americans witness the nightmare of Trump’s neofascism. 

When we see and absorb its horrors, there will be mass outrage, and we will mobilize against it. Not all of us, of course, but the great majority. 

We had to come to this point. We couldn’t go on as we were, even under Democratic presidents. For forty years, a narrow economic elite has been siphoning ever more wealth and power for themselves. 

I’m old enough to remember when America had the largest and fastest-growing middle class in the world. We adhered to the basic bargain that if someone worked hard and played by the rules, they’d do better than their parents had, and their children would do even better than they.

I remember when CEOs took home 20 times the pay of their workers, not 300 times. When members of Congress acted in the interests of their constituents rather than be bribed by campaign donations to do the bidding of big corporations and the super-wealthy. 

I remember when our biggest domestic challenges were civil rights, women’s rights, and gay rights — not the very survival of democracy and the rule of law. 

But over the last forty years, starting with Reagan, America went off the rails. Deregulation, privatization, free trade, wild gambling by Wall Street, union-busting, record levels of inequality, stagnant wages for most, staggering wealth for a few, big money taking over our politics, 

Corporate profits became more important than good jobs and good wages for all. Stock buybacks and the well-being of investors became more important than the common good. 

Democratic presidents were better than Republican, to be sure, but the underlying rot continued to worsen. It was undermining the foundations of America. 

The Trump regime will harm many innocent people. It already has. Its lawless cruelty is sickening — as is the cowardice of so many CEOs, Wall Street bankers, leading lawyers, university presidents, publishers, social media titans, Republican politicians, some Democratic politicians, and other so-called “leaders” who are staying mum or obeying in advance or sucking up to Trump. 

There will be a reckoning. 

As bad as this “fucking nightmare” gets, it will awaken Americans to the truth about what has happened to this country — and what we must do to get it back on the track toward social justice, democracy, and widespread prosperity. 

That’s what I believe. That’s my faith as we slide into deepening darkness. 

Be well. Be safe. We will prevail. 

[thetarttfuldickhead]

A week or two after the Dubai Air protest Sam happens upon Jamie lounging listlessly on a bench in the otherwise deserted gym. He’s not doing any exercise, just sitting there and staring out into nothingness with a curiously vacant look on his face.

Sam hesitates, hovering in the doorway. He’s come for a little bit of extra weights before heading home, and he hadn’t expected anyone to be here this late, least of all Jamie. It’s been a long day and Sam’s not sure if he’s up for dealing with the (possibly) reformed bully right now. Even if they are edging towards friendly, and even if that’s no small thing given what’s come between them before, there’s still an undercurrent of charged uncertainty to their interactions, a stilted hesitancy to their cautious politeness and careful attempts at casual camaraderie.

Jamie hasn’t explicitly told Sam that he’s sorry for the things he’s put him through. Sam has decided that he will not let his decision to give Jamie another chance be contingent upon this. It’s very tiring, being angry and resentful of the other’s presence: so much easier to accept the taped up logo for the peace offering it was, and let that be Jamie’s apology.

(If it rankles, it only rankles a little.)

Reminding himself of his decision to let bygones be bygones, and that they won’t ever get anywhere if they don’t actually learn to talk, Sam steps into the gym. Asks as he would any other glum-looking team mate he’d unexpectedly happened upon, “Are you all right, Jamie?”

Holds himself ready, holds himself steady, if Jamie should bare his teeth and bite, now that there’s no one around to see it.

But Jamie only starts a little, like he hadn’t noticed Sam or he’s surprised to be voluntarily addressed. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m good, man. Great, you know. It’s just… I’m a bit tired, I guess.“ He pauses, then his face suddenly collapses and he gives Sam the most plaintive of looks. “It’s just so fucking exhausting being nice all the time. I don’t know how you do it, mate.”

Ah. Sam tactfully doesn’t say that it’s usually no effort for him and that he doesn’t really understand how it could possible come that hard for anyone.

He also doesn’t point out that not actively being mean to people isn’t quite the same as being nice.

Because Jamie is trying, isn’t he, even if it’s painfully evident that he still needs to try, that it doesn’t come quite naturally.  

“Bit like when Spike had that chip in his head and had no choice but to team up with the good guys, isn’t it?” Colin had muttered a few days after their wayward striker had re-joined them, and yes, Sam had had to agree: it is a bit like that.

But there’s no chip in Jamie’s head (Sam is pretty sure). He’s here of his own free will, trying to be a good team mate and a better person because he wants to be. That has to count for something, doesn’t it?

Sam is pretty sure his dad would say it does. Sam wants to be the sort of person that lets it count.

And Jamie is looking genuinely dejected, in a way that has Sam feel a small surge of something that isn’t affection but isn’t too unlike it either. A little bit of pity mingling with amusement; enough that he’s moved to brave sitting down next to Jamie.

“Well, I have had more practise,” he says lightly. “I bet you will be really good at it if you give it a bit more time.”

“Yeah?” It’s offered casually, but there’s no disguising the faint hope in it. Sam can feel Jamie watching him out of the corner of his eye.

“Of course,” he says, and then, feeling bold, “You are Jamie Tartt. Aren’t you good at everything?”

A pause, and Sam holds his breath, praying that Jamie will understand that he’s being teased rather than mocked—

Then Jamie snorts, a sound halfway to a chuckle. “Yeah, man,” he retorts, bumping his shoulder against Sam’s, very carefully. “I’ll be the fucking best at being nice. Swear down, I’ll be so good I make you look like Geezer Scrooge.”

“That, I’d like to see,” Sam says drily; says sincerely. Standing, he nods towards the weight bench. “Do you think you can be good enough not to let me be crushed to death while you spot me?”

For a moment, Jamie looks taken aback, and Sam braces himself for a snide retort to his presumption – but it doesn’t come. Instead Jaime’s face clears, and he gives a sharp nod.

“Course, mate,” he says, and rises to follow Sam.

[eleanorandphantom]

OC Loop Introduction: Part 1

^This is our house! It is based off of the Highwic in Auckland, New Zealand

I’ll be introducing the grounds of the loop in this post, so a lot of photos and some historical information! Next part will be the peculiar who live there

(Please keep in mind that this is one of my DR’s, it is very personal and the peculiars who live there are real people from my CR, so I will be using fake names for them for privacy purposes. Also this is very information based, all of this is basically my script lol)

(‼️All photos are from Pinterest or from the web, I do not own any of these photos and some are not historically accurate as their purpose is for inspiration‼️)

anyways onto the intro!!

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Loop date: April 10, 1968

Location: Auckland, New Zealand

Hidden in a forest near Lake Wakatipu

The Highwic mansion was built by a wealthy European settler family in the late 1800s, abandoned after a tragedy, and later repurposed as the Ymbrynes’ home

the mansion is surrounded by thick forests

Grounds:

Surrounded with lush gardens, a thickly settled forests, and geothermal hot springs

Underground caverns and tunnel systems beneath the mansion for hiding from Hollowgast

Rooms:

23 bedrooms total, 3 spare bedrooms for passing peculiar or new additions to the group

25 bathrooms, one to each bedroom, one in the kitchen and one in the basement

There are 3 main common rooms

There is one large kitchen

There is an inside greenhouse

Basement:

secret exit that opens into the forest for quick escapes.

hidden storage room for supplies and weaponry

Training services such as 1960’s based exercise equipment

Lookout Tower

The lookout tower, accessible via a spiral staircase, offers a panoramic view of the surrounding forest and Lake Wakatipu. It doubles as a quiet retreat or a signal station for emergencies

Large library

Large attic

A literal ballroom (yes I’m extra)

Here are some photos of the inside of the mansion as inspiration:

Here are more bedrooms and parts of the mansion:

It’s very extravagant, the way our head Ymbryne enjoys it

Our loop was created by two ymbrynes, Miss Raven and Miss Silvereye, as an escape for runaway peculiars

They chose this location due to the thick forests being able to hide them and let them live as themselves

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Life in 1960s New Zealand:

In the 1960s, New Zealand was a nation at a crossroads, straddling its colonial past and an emerging modern identity. It remained a peaceful, agrarian society with strong ties to Britain, but the decade saw the seeds of social, cultural, and political change begin to sprout. Life revolved around close-knit communities, outdoor activities, and a slower pace of living, with the country's lush landscapes offering both tranquility and isolation.

Cultural Landscape The 1960s were marked by the continuation of British customs, but this was also a time when New Zealand started forging its unique identity. Rugby reigned supreme as the national pastime, and the All Blacks were cultural heroes. Cinema and radio brought global trends to small towns, while the country embraced rock 'n' roll and the counterculture movement spreading from the United States and Britain.

However, New Zealand was not immune to the social upheavals of the era. The Maori population, historically marginalized, began to push for greater recognition and rights, leading to early discussions about the Treaty of Waitangi and land reform. Environmentalism was also on the rise, with growing concern for the preservation of the nation’s unparalleled natural beauty.

Technological Life Daily life was simpler, with rotary phones, black-and-white televisions, and radios being staples in most households. Cars were becoming more common, but in rural areas, horseback riding or walking was still a way of life. Electricity was widespread, but indoor plumbing was still a luxury in some isolated areas.

Peculiar History in New Zealand Hidden beneath the idyllic surface, peculiar life in 1960s New Zealand was thriving in secrecy. The peculiar world, wary of the rising tensions of the Cold War and environmental degradation, found New Zealand’s isolation to be a refuge. Ymbrynes had long identified the country as a safe haven, establishing loops in remote forests, islands, and mountainous regions like the Southern Alps.

The peculiar history of New Zealand was intrinsically tied to its Maori heritage. Some Maori legends spoke of peculiar abilities—heroes who could command the wind, transform into birds, or commune with the spirits of their ancestors. These stories often intertwined with tales of the taniwha (mythical water guardians) and other supernatural creatures, giving peculiar children a place in the folklore of the land.

The 1968 Peculiar Community

The peculiar community faced unique challenges during this time. The Cold War paranoia extended to normals in New Zealand, and any unusual sightings of peculiar abilities risked being mistaken for Soviet espionage or experimental technology. There were wights posing as soldiers, picking through children to find peculiars, making it difficult to trust a lot of people outside of the loop.

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Here are some geographically based photos:

(I had to put all the forest-based photos into one photo as tumblr was being mean and I couldn’t upload them individually)

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anyways! That’s all for today :D

I’ll be posting about the peculiars who live here probably tomorrow or Tuesday

See ya!

[bethanydelleman]

Mary Bennet's Hinted Reformation

Two Bennet sisters remain unmarried at the close of Pride & Prejudice, we are assured that Kitty Bennet, the fourth sister and Lydia's former shadow, reforms under the careful care of Elizabeth and Jane, but what of Mary?

Mary was the only daughter who remained at home; and she was necessarily drawn from the pursuit of accomplishments by Mrs. Bennet’s being quite unable to sit alone. Mary was obliged to mix more with the world, but she could still moralize over every morning visit; and as she was no longer mortified by comparisons between her sisters’ beauty and her own, it was suspected by her father that she submitted to the change without much reluctance.

These two highlighted passages give us a strong hint that Mary changes for the better. In the novel, Mary is shown as a rather unfeeling daughter, who in her family's moment of crisis, leaves Jane to take care of Mrs. Bennet while she studies. She also denigrates the pursuits of "other girls" to boost her own importance and is eager to show off to a crowd. However, she's only 18/19 years old and there is no reason to think she couldn't improve.

In the above passage, we see that she becomes a real companion to her mother. Assumably, she could have retreated to the library like her father and left Mrs. Bennet to fret alone, but she doesn't. I could see her learning to exercise real compassion and forbearance through that experience.

We can also assume that since she is no longer hurt by descriptions of her sister's beauty, she would probably drop her "pick me" affectations and her real personality would be able to shine through. No longer striving to set herself apart, she would become a much more enjoyable person to be around.

Austen is said to have told her family that Kitty married a clergyman near Pemberley and that Mary married a clerk in her uncle's practice and was the star of Meryton society. Not a bad ending for the middle Bennet sister.

[freeonlineworkouts]

Pilates Workout

[adventremnant]

hello (or privet)! your posts are absolutely precious, this is the real advice this community deserves. my question is: with a sw 60 kg (height 173 cm), is it possible to get to 54 in a 1-1.5 months? also, what calorie limit would you recommend, i tried st4rving myself, but this approach is unsustainable and deprives me of energy to do Pilates

p.s. if you have some experience in exercise science, what sport would you recommend? i went a little bit to hard in the gym, so now i have great abs definition, but i look too bulky imo. should i just stick with Pilates?

spasibo!!

I actually don't speak much Russian but this is very cute. My grandparents on my mother's side came over from Russia during the USSR and never taught me, so I've had to pick up bits and pieces and am only learning small amounts as an adult.

Possible in 6 weeks, yes, maybe not the easiest. You'd want to be sticking around 1000 which could be difficult at your height and activity level. 1200 would probably be more sustainable since it'd allow you to eat a bigger dose of protein and you'd see your goal in closer to 2 months.

My kinesiology experience is limited, so this is more my opinion, but I love Pilates - you could try more advanced or reformer Pilates, something like Couch to 5k/10k if you don't already run, or Cardio Barre/adult ballet/at home ballet videos if you're looking for the long lean muscles for endurance and aesthetics.

(also if you like exercise science listen to Stronger by Science podcast)

рада помочь!

[scotianostra]

On 24th May 1616 , Scottish politician was born.

Maitland was Charles II’s deputy in Scotland, he was another in a long line of leading figures in Scotland who “bobbed” between sides, Maitland was originally a fully paid up member of The Covenanters, he even carried the cause into England when Cromwell needed the Scots help to usurp Charles I, he was present at the signing of the Solemn League and Covenant by both Houses of Parliament and the Scottish commissioners on 25th September 1643 in London, he stayed on in London to negotiate the reform of the Church of England.

Born at Lennoxlove House (then Lethington), near Haddington. He married the Countess of Dysart. He was captured at the Battle of Worcester imprisoned in the Tower of London and his estates were forfeited.

They were restored under King Charles II, who made him Secretary of State, a position in which he exercised enormous power, regarded as the ‘uncrowned King of Scotland’. He was the 'L’ in Charles’ so-called 'CABAL’ administration,(“CABAL” stood or the names of the five Privy Councillors Clifford, Arlington, Buckingham, Ashley-Cooper, and Lauderdale) running Scotland without hindrance, despite corruption and intrigue, resisting the reproach of his rivals.

Although having the reputation of being unscrupulous and crude, he was created Duke of Lauderdale in 1672, having inherited the Earldom of the same name from his father in 1645. When not in London or Edinburgh, he made his home at Thirlestane Castle, which he rebuilt and extended. He also refurbished Lennoxlove, the family home in East Lothian.

He compromised with the Covenanters while maintaining the ultimate authority of the King, but this strategy failed leading to the Battles of Drumclog and Bothwell Brig and his fall from power.

John Maitland died at Tunbridge Wells and the Dukedom ceased with him. He is buried in the crypt below the Lauderdale Aisle in St Mary’s Church, Haddington.

[pinkchampagne]

♡ 365 Soft ♡

Pink Champagne's Personal Development Plan

updated december 6, 2024

this is my version of 75 Hard, modified for a realistic approach to long-term personal development and self-improvement. though i was inspired by the structure of 75 Hard, this isn't a short-term challenge. i've organized this plan as a lifestyle blueprint that can be continued for longer than 75 days.

unlike a crash diet or a challenge intended to be started and stopped over and over again, this set of guidelines can be easily implemented into one's life, and here’s why:

i will not lie and say i don't care about physical appearance, but the focus of this strategy is to feel better and improve overall health. my plan explicitly outlines which foods to gravitate towards and which to cut back on. there are no bad foods; this is just what works for me.

crash diets and workout challenges might produce the superficial results you want, but implementing a health strategy that focuses on the big picture is more beneficial in the long run. i’m easing into it, allowing cheat days, and not setting a 75-day timeline. give yourself grace and celebrate your wins.

i love the basic concept and structure of 75 Hard, however, progress pictures are generally most helpful for those who are trying to improve their physical appearance. since this is a long-term plan prioritizing health over appearance, i replaced this section with one on consistency in general, focusing on routines and habits. i also added a self care section because that’s extremely important to me. i will continue updating this post.

with healthy habits comes a healthy body and mind. take care of yourself and you will reap the benefits, mentally and physically.

🫧 DIET

alcohol:

weekends only

never alone

water between drinks

no shots/shooters/bombs etc.

5 drink limit

be mindful of who you're with; do they encourage good habits/behavior?

cut back on the following significantly:

sugar

dairy

carbs

red meat

processed foods

caffeine

exceptions: feta, parmesan, greek yogurt, kefir, mayo, bacon, honey, matcha, celcius

notes:

begin taking marine collagen and chlorophyll for skin and hygiene

increase fruits and veggies: romaine lettuce, tomatoes, green peppers are my focus right now.

increase protein intake: chickpeas, peanut butter, eggs, black beans.

honorable mentions: oats, blueberries, avocado, sweet potato, carrots, broccoli, spinach, kale, white meat, kombucha

🫧 WATER

100 oz a day. i'm purchasing a brita faucet filter and a new water bottle to encourage this goal.

🫧 WORKOUT ROUTINE

mondays, wednesdays, fridays:

30 donkey kicks, each side

30 fire hydrants, each side

3x

tuesdays & thursdays:

30 second plank

30 second side plank, each side

30 crunches

3x

notes:

sometimes i do my ab workout on saturday or sunday as well to get a third one in.

i plan on working cardio and physical therapy exercises into this routine eventually.

i’m thinking of purchasing a home pilates reformer!

🫧 SELF CARE

skin

wash face twice a day + use zit stickers

rhassoul clay/charcoal/honey face masks

sheet masks

actually use my quartz roller

ice roller, gua sha, steamer

red light therapy!!

body

exfoliating body scrub

first aid beauty kp bump eraser for legs

glycolic acid for legs + under arms

pumice stones for feet

misc.

continue getting hair cut every month and a half

be more consistent with brow waxing

get rid of old clothes + build new wardrobe

🫧 KNOWLEDGE AND GROWTH

daily podcast playlist

personal development podcasts & youtube - listen to at least one ep/vid a day

date yourself instead podcast – lyss boss

hail yes podcast

hailey gamba on youtube

thewizardliz on youtube

tam kaur youtube + self obsessed podcast

books - 30 minutes a day

freedom is a constant struggle - angela davis

a people's history of the united states - howard zinn

i'm taking book and podcast recs!

🫧 CONSISTENCY

follow budget

follow morning, evening, bedtime, and weekend routines

meal prep for weekday lunches: couscous salad with chickpeas, feta, sundried tomatoes and white wine vinegar + lemon juice dressing

create & post content every day ♡

[femsolid]

In 2025...

87% of countries violated the right to strike.

The right to strike enables workers to collectively stop working to advocate for their rights, for example, better pay and safer conditions.

-> Police brutality, arrests, prosecution, governments issue orders to unduly limit strikes, or render them illegal. The right to strike and peaceful assembly are criminalised, with organisers facing severe penalties, including prison sentences.

80% violated the right to collective bargaining.

The right to collective bargaining enables workers to negotiate with their employer via a representative trade union.

-> Employers routinely refuse to apply or violate collective bargaining agreements. Regressive reforms implemented by right wing governments reinforce the employer's power to impose working conditions.

72% of countries restricted workers’ access to justice—the worst figure recorded so far.

The right to access to justice gives workers the ability to seek and receive fair remedy through the legal system when their rights have been violated.

-> Union leaders are routinely detained and prosecuted on trumped-up charges, with trials characterised by a blatant disregard for due process and impartiality. Workers seeking redress for rights violations were systematically obstructed (delays, affordability, unfair dismissal...)

45% of countries restricted freedom of speech and assembly.

Free speech, freedom of expression, and the right to assembly are fundamental civil liberties that are vital for a healthy trade union movement.

-> Arbitrary arrests, detentions, and imprisonment. Unionists endure an alarming level of persecution across the world. Workers faced detention and prison sentences for exercising their union freedoms. Police conducted raids on union leaders’ homes. In France, several union offices were vandalised by far-right extremists. A unionist was attacked by his employer while supporting a colleague during a disciplinary procedure. French union officials have also been targeted with anonymous death threats. In Haiti, almost all union leaders and representatives have been forced to abandon their homes to escape armed gangs.

Ronaldo Geovany Gómez Godoy, a member of the National Union of Health Workers of Guatemala was killed on 23 September 2024 by hired assassins.

On 5 September, teacher René Sucup Morán, a union leader of Sindicato de Trabajadoras y Trabajadores de la Educación de Guatemala, was murdered by a hitman.

On 15 June 2024, Anastacio Tzib Caal, a leader in the network of textile maquila unions in Guatemala, was gunned down.

In South Africa, a strike at a multinational automotive manufacturer was violently dispersed by security guards, who opened fire on workers. One, Njabulo Mpulo, was killed and more than 10 others were hospitalised with severe injuries.

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Today, a tiny fraction of the global population – less than 1% – controls nearly half of the world’s wealth. This concentration of economic power allows a small group of billionaires to exert outsized influence over global decision-making, including on labour rights and protections, which directly affect the lives of the workers who sustain the global economy. This coup on democracy is often orchestrated by far-right politicians and their unelected billionaire backers.

Authorities in an increasing number of countries are misusing legislative powers to stigmatise, weaken, and restrict the resources of the independent labour movement, civil society organisations, and the media. New laws targeting so-called “foreign influence” impose strict controls on non-governmental organisations classified as receiving “foreign funds” and engaging in “political activities”. The definitions of these terms are often deliberately broad and vague, tailored to silence those defending rights and freedoms in repressive states.

These laws are often introduced under the false pretence of safeguarding national security, and typically without any consultation with trade unions. They expand state surveillance powers of scrutiny and hinder unions from receiving support from international trade union bodies and human rights organisations. Beyond restricting resources, such measures suppress political dissent and promote the damaging narrative that the labour movement is unpatriotic or acting under foreign influence. Such a narrative discredits the image of unionists and emboldens repressive state authorities and exploitative employers.

The full report