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[fitnessmith]

Programme force + conseils nutrition pour devenir fort

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Pour développer rapidement votre force, il est essentiel de suivre un programme d’entraînement spécifique. Tous les types de musculation permettent de développer la force, mais pas tous dans les mêmes proportions. Si vous souhaitez gagner en force de manière efficace, il existe des programmes approuvés par les powerlifters spécialement conçus pour augmenter la force. J’ai effectué des recherches…

[superhaught]

Gym Class Heroes

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Warnings: head injury, blood, homophobia

Word Count: 1600, Part 1/?

Part Two

Anonymous asked: Hey hun, sup? can i make a lil' request? i'd like to ask for a Regina George x Reader (reader is afab but kinda androgynous) where a fight breaks out at gym class and Regina steps in breaking out the fight because she gets really protective of reader (even though they never spoke before that day but both have like this unspoken attraction to one another) and takes care of reader's injuries? might lead to kissing. it's fluff with a bit of angst mixed in pls? Thanks a lot!!!!

It was your least favorite part of the day: gym class. 

You hated it. Hated it.

Not that you didn’t like being active or didn’t enjoy learning about exercise and the human body and nutrition, that was all fine.

You hated the locker room. You hated the jocks. You hated getting sweaty and smelly halfway through your school day. You hated the stench of the gym and the feel of the rubber floors. You hated fitness tests. And you didn’t particularly enjoy Coach Carr. 

But… It wasn't all bad. 

There was always Regina. 

At first, you were terrified to have gym with her. You were certain that she would find ways to make you feel self-conscious the entire semester, not necessarily intentionally, that was just her way. But, that didn’t end up being the case. 

You still never spoke to her, but every once in a while, you caught her glancing at you. In the locker room as you changed into your cutoff shirts, when you were running laps or doing sit ups, even when you were just taking notes, you could feel her eyes on you. 

You would look, and she would look away, and you’d get all flustered by her cropped tank tops and high-waisted leggings, then you’d look away again, trying to hide your reddened cheeks. 

You had to be delusional, though. There was no way that Regina George was actually crushing on you. You had to be making it up. 

Thank goodness for small miracles. It was Friday and when you entered the gym, Coach Carr yelled out that it would just be a free gym day. No particular lesson or game to worry about, everyone could just pick an activity and do what they wanted as long as they were being active. You breathed a sigh of relief and went to go grab a basketball.

You posted up at one of the hoops with a few others who were just going to practice taking shots quietly. You put your earbuds in and started playing music on your phone and began to just blissfully zone out. You took turns with your peers practicing layups and free throws while sneaking glances across the gym at Regina who was lobbing a volleyball back and forth with Gretchen. You couldn't help but notice how good she looked.

You didn’t notice Coach Carr leaving the gym to take his daily smoke break. 

You didn’t notice Shane Ohman and his buddies approaching you. 

You didn’t notice them hollering insults at you, not until it was too late. 

“Hey! I’m talking to you, you fucking dyke!” 

Shane chucked his basketball through the air at full force and it smacked into your temple. You saw stars and went straight to the ground, feeling the sting of the skin of your eyebrow splitting and the warm wetness of fresh blood pouring down the side of your face from the wound. 

One of Shane’s friends said, “ohhh shiiit.”

“That’s what you get for fucking checking out my girls’ ass, you lesbo!” Shane shouted. 

The group of guys were only egging him on, and as far as you knew, everyone else was stunned into silence. You vaguely saw the shape of Shane hovering over you before a flash of blonde ponytail entered your vision. 

“Your girl!? Now I know you better not be talking about me you fucking piece of shit. I dumped your smarmy ass so what fucking business do you have coming to my defense against someone who’s half your size? Get the fuck out of here before I get your dad and Principal Duvall in the same room and tell them you committed a hate crime and get your athletic scholarship flushed down the toilet or worse!” 

You heard the sounds of feet quickly sprinting away on the gym floor and then saw the blonde crouch down beside you through your good eye. 

“That looks bad,” she winced, lightly touching your shoulder. She turned her head to speak to someone else, “Gretchen, go get Coach Carr and tell him what happened, yeah? We’re going straight to the nurses’ office.”

Before you could process, Regina was helping you stand up and was acting as a crutch for you. She helped you make your way out of the gym through the locker room. She stopped for a moment to grab a clean towel and pressed it against the wound on your head and the pressure made you feel faint.

“Fuck I need to sit…” you gasped. 

“Okay, okay,” she quickly guided you down to a bench and sat beside you, still holding the towel to your head, “There you go, take it easy.” 

You peered at her as she slowly came into focus.

“Regina, why are you helping me?” 

“Why not?” 

“Well… because you’re you?” 

The corner of her mouth raised into a little smirk, “I don’t know what you mean.” 

“I don’t take you for the helping kind.” 

“How about you worry less about talking and more about staying conscious. Do you think you can walk with me to the nurse?” 

You made a solid effort to stand back up but you immediately felt lightheaded and plopped back down, shaking your head lightly. 

“Alright, we’ll stay here then.” Regina looked around the locker room and located a first aid kit on the wall, “okay, I need you to lie down slowly on the bench, slowly, and hold the towel, I’m gonna get the first aid kit just hang in there.” 

You replaced her hand on the towel with yours and held it against your head as you lied down and she got up. She came back a second later holding the first aid kit. 

Regina carefully peeled the towel away and winced along with you, “okay, I’m not a doctor obviously but I don’t think you need stitches? You probably have a concussion, though, so I think you should go to a doctor or something but I don’t want to move you for now.” 

She started fussing with things in the first aid kit and explained, “I’m just going to clean the cut and bandage it up for the time being, okay? It looks like it’s not bleeding anymore so that’s good.” 

You nodded and watched her, “you’re surprisingly caring…” 

“What did I say about talking?” 

You snapped your mouth closed. 

“Little sting,” Regina covered your eyelid with her hand and sprayed antiseptic solution onto the wound then gently wiped it with gauze. 

“How do you even bandage an eyebrow?” She muttered. 

“The butterfly ones, or the strip-type bandages to pull the edges together, and then gauze over it.” You offer. 

“Huh, okay.” 

Regina took her time finding the right things and carefully tending to you. 

“Do you think I’m going to have a scar?” 

“Maybe. Probably,” Regina answered, “it’ll look cool if you do. Very rugged.” 

“Stupid story behind it…” 

“I’m going to have Shane roasted on a spit for doing this to you, I promise you that.” 

“Oh jeez, Regina. You don’t have to do that.” 

“Did it sound like I was asking?” 

You swallowed and tested sitting up slowly after she finished bandaging you up. 

“Slow, slow…” she commanded, holding onto your upper arms.

You nodded and came to an upright position without feeling faint, “I already feel a lot better. Thanks, Regina.” 

“I still think you need to leave school and go to the doctor to get checked for a concussion. You don’t need an ambulance or anything like that, probably. We can call your parents or honestly I can drive you if your parents are working…”

“Oh… that’s really nice of you. I’ll call my mom and see what she thinks.” 

She nodded and checked your bandages again. She was fussing over you in a weirdly concerned, maternal way. 

“Regina?” 

“Hmm?” 

“How come no one sees this side of you?” 

She raised an eyebrow, “most people don’t earn this side of me.” 

“But I do?” 

“Sure.” 

You didn’t really have a good response to that so you just stayed quiet while Regina got up and got you some water and then texted Gretchen updates. 

“Gretchen will bring Coach Carr in here in a sec to check in, is that okay?” 

You nodded. 

Regina examined you again, “can I ask you a question?” 

“What’s up?” 

“Were you actually checking out my ass earlier?” 

Your face flushed like crazy, “wh-what?” 

“Shane said you were checking out my ass. Were you?”

You just stared at her. 

“You can be honest, I won’t be upset either way.” 

“I…” you took a deep breath, “yes. I was. You look incredible in those leggings.” 

Regina smiled, “good. I mean, not good that you took a basketball to the face for it, but good that you were checking me out.” 

“You’re not upset?” 

“No. Why would I be upset?“ 

“Because… I dunno, I guess because I’m no better than a gross guy?” 

Regina rolled her eyes, “no. Trust me, it’s a compliment from you.” 

Coach Carr came into the girls locker room while unnecessarily covering his eyes and quickly checked in with you, saying, “alright chief, we already called your mom and she’s on her way to pick you up, okay? We’ll get you to the front office to wait. After that, Regina, Gretchen wants you to come with her to Principal Duvall’s office to tell him what you saw happen, k?” 

Regina nodded. 

“Go team,” he added before ducking back out. 

Regina looked at you, “Did he just call you chief?” 

You shrugged, “I guess so.” 

You both laughed and Regina walked you to the front of the school to wait for your mom. She waved at you as you got into your mom’s van and you watched as the blonde turned and angrily stormed in the direction of the principal’s office, now on a new mission. 

Next Chapter

[dark-elf-writes]

A Hot for Teacher drabble? In this economy? More likely than you think.

I was reading through HFT and found a post about genma finding naru lost in the grocery store and it possessed me

Genma Shiranui was pretty sure the brightly colored package in his hand wasn’t actually food despite its many claims otherwise.

A glance through the ingredient list found nothing recognizable as something that came from nature, and he had major doubts that anything in that shade of orange the “food” was depicted as on the front was truly edible. He tossed it in the basket with his stack of instant ramen and energy drinks and swore to Guy’s ghost (not that he was dead, but speaking to his friend’s metaphorical spirit was far less exhausting than the enthusiastic lecture on nutrition he would get in person) that he would at least grab a premade salad before he left. He had just moved down to the next probably inedible and brightly colored package of junk food screaming for his attention when he heard the sniffle.

Genma frowned, looking at the package his hand was hovering over for a heartbeat too long before realizing the sound had come from below him. 

(He was still getting used to the whole “friends with single dads” thing. A part of him still wanted to look around for a responsible adult for himself, so the idea of being the responsible adult for someone else was a special kind of horrifying. That said, Genma showed up every time Guy or Kakashi needed a sitter even if the first time he had to look up how the hell he was supposed to change a diaper.)

The sight of familiar blue eyes, if bloodshot and rimmed with red from the tears that were pouring down the poor kid’s cheeks, was all Genma registered before a little body hit him with the force of a truck. His bad arm flew back to catch himself on the shelf, sending a painful twinge through his shoulder, while his good arm pulled his basket out of the way before a little head could slam into it.

“Naruto?” He managed through the pain as his brain finally caught up with who exactly the tiny bowling ball attached to his legs was. “Hey, buddy, what’s wrong? Where’s your dad?” That was, apparently, the wrong thing to ask as Naruto immediately burst into loud, body-shaking sobs.

Genma was an ex-soldier. He had stood calm under fire. He had taken a bullet and still dragged his battle buddy to safety before passing out from blood loss. 

He had a full two second panic when faced with a crying toddler.

Wrenching his panicking thoughts under control with an iron grip, Genma shifted the two of them until he was kneeling in front of Naruto, abandoning his basket to pet wild blond hair and whispering soft assurances as the poor kid cried. It took a couple minutes and a few repetitions to understand the word Naruto gasped out between sobs, but Genma eventually got the gist of it by the time Naruto had calmed enough that his sobs were more hiccups. 

Naruto had said he was too big for the cart, so Kakashi had allowed him to walk next to him while they shopped. Only Naruto had seen something that sparked his interest and wandered off, and by the time he remembered he had broken his promise to stay by his dad he didn’t know where in the store he was. Naruto had been looking for his dad when he had seen Genma and knew he would help.

Genma smiled and ruffled Naruto’s hair. “I’m glad you found me, kiddo. Now the two of us can find your dad, yeah?”

Fat little fists rubbed at those teary blue eyes so hard that Genma gently pulled them away for fear the kid would do some damage. “What if he’s mad?”

“Mad?” Genma asked, running gentle fingers under Naruto’s eyes to wipe away more stray tears before Naruto could start rubbing again. “Nah, he’s not gonna be mad. He’s too much of a worry wart for that.”

Naruto sniffed, and Genma mentally cursed himself for not carrying tissues as the kid ripped his nose on his orange sleeve. Some Uncle he was. “Promise?”

“I swear it, kiddo. Now c’mon, let’s find your dad.”

Genma shifted his basket to his bad arm before lifting Naruto up, settling him on his hip as he straightened from his crouch. Any discomfort from the weight on his arm was well worth it when Naruto rested his head on his shoulder. Even the thought of the toddler snot that was certainly getting wiped off on him didn’t bother him when Naruto let out a sniffly little giggle when Genma bounced him up into a more comfortable position.

It wasn’t the most comfortable carrying a still upset child in one arm while the other screamed in protest under the weight of the pitiful collection of junk that was Genma’s groceries, but Genma had been in far more uncomfortable situations. Being shot had a way of forcing perspective like that. 

In the end it wasn’t hard to find Kakashi. He was tearing up the main aisle like a madman head whipping left and right as he scanned the aisles. It probably would have been funny if he couldn’t see the near panic in his friend’s eye.

“Yo! Kash!”

Kakashi’s head snapped to him so fast Genma felt a twinge of sympathy in his own neck. He barely had the time to see one dark eye widen in recognition before his friend was there, abandoned cart slamming into a shelf hard enough to make the entire thing shutter at the force in his desperation, all but snatching Naruto from his arms and burying his face in wild blond hair. Naruto, whose tears had restarted the moment he caught sight of his dad, clung to Kakashi’s shirt and wailed into the dark fabric. 

The sound had attracted the eyes of the few people shopping at this hour, but a flash of a smile that was anything but friendly and a few pointed glares from Genma convinced their audience to suddenly find the nutritional facts of whatever was in their hand very interesting for the conceivable future. It was a bit harder wrangling Kakashi and Naruto down one of the side aisles, but Genma managed it. Saving the abandoned cart was far easier and had the added benefit of letting Genma put his own basket down as he steered with one hand. 

Once he had all three of them tucked into the most private space he could manage in the store he turned to his friend, frowning when he caught the rapid rise and fall of Kakashi’s shoulders and white-knuckled grip he had on Naruto’s jacket.

“Hey man,” Genma paused a few feet away when he saw Kakashi’s arms tighten. Right. Grounding first and comfort later. “You’re good. The kid is good too. He’s super smart, you know. Went straight to a safe adult and asked for help. Nearly scared me half to death when I saw him there, but he was real brave. I promised him as much junk food as he wanted before bedtime, so that’s probably not the best but I would argue that’s my right as honorary favorite uncle.”

Kakashi’s snort was more than a little harsh (and wet. Ugh, Genma didn't want to think what that was like with the mask) but his death grip on Naruto’s jacket loosened a little and he managed to pull back enough to glance up at Genma through his silver bangs. 

“Guy’s his favorite uncle.”

“Bullshi- cra- poop. Bull poop. Lee is his favorite cousin, and Guy is the person that makes Lee appear, that’s all.”

“Bullshit.”

“Hey! Little ears or some shit! Wait, fuck. I mean–!”

Kakashi’s huffed laugh was a welcome sound. Naruto’s muffled little giggle was even more so. Genma was batting a thousand here. “So, anyway, Favorite Uncle Genma declares that tonight is movie night complete with all the junk food we can eat without barfing. Don’t even try to argue. I know damn well you don't have anything planned for tomorrow, so all three of us are staying up past bedtime and bonding.” 

It was surprisingly easy to corral Kakashi and Naruto out of the store. Kakashi hadn’t even protested when Genma had paid for all the groceries himself, which might have been because he was far too busy glaring at anyone who looked at Naruto too long like an overgrown guard dog. He also didn’t argue when Genma snagged his keys and shoved him into the passenger side after buckling Naruto into his car seat which was a mercy considering lifting Naruto up into his seat and transferring the groceries into the back had done Genma’s shoulder no favors. He’d make Kakashi drive him back to his car in the morning… or text Hayate and bribe him into using the spare key to get it home.

Thankfully, Genma was around enough that Kakashi’s pack didn’t jump him immediately after he shouldered through the door with both sets of groceries hanging off his good arm. Even better Genma actually remembered where Kakashi kept the laminated paper with all of the dogs’ dinner needs so he managed to get all eight of them fed and watered correctly without having to break up the tangled mass that was Kakashi and Naruto on the couch. 

Eventually all three of them were situated on Kakashi’s singular couch (god he and Guy needed to see about getting the poor bastard more furniture that wasn't child-sized or a dog bed) with varying bowls and packages of candies, cookies, and the mystery orange monstrosity Genma had picked up at the store that Naruto loudly claimed as his favorite spread around them. There was even an age-appropriate movie droning on in the background that they all paid half attention to while hunting for their preferred snack. Sure, the amount of sugar and god knew what else all three of them were eating could hardly be considered a balanced dinner, but Genma was content in the knowledge that all three of them were fed without bloodshed or any more tears. 

He was killing this whole Uncle thing.

Naruto had dropped into sleep, snoring away from his spot sprawled across both of them, when Kakashi reached one arm behind the couch and flicked something light and flat over Genma’s head. It took some shifting to free his good arm enough to peel what turned out to be a heating pad off of his face.

“You fucked up your arm,” Kakashi accused.

“A bullet fucked up my arm. I just irritated it.”

That earned him a rude gesture which was rather merciful considering Kakashi’s usual gruff sort of love. Maybe Genma should let himself be a kid mattress more often. “Well you’re damn good at it, bastard.”

Genma laughed, stilling when Naruto shifted on top of him. When he was sure his living blanket was still out he shot Kakashi a smirk. “I’m good at a lot of things, I’ll have you know.”

Kakashi’s face did something complicated. “You are. Better than me.”

Suddenly Genma wasn’t so sure they were talking about being annoying anymore. He nudged Kakashi with his socked toes and narrowed his eyes at him. “You’re a good dad, Kash. I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise.”

“Even me?” Kakashi asked with a pointed look at Genma’s bad shoulder.

“I never said that I’d win the fight.” That earned him a snort, which Genma took as a win. “Seriously, Kakashi, what you’re doing is fucking hard. I can barely manage to take care of myself most days, much less a living breathing human being. Even if it wasn’t just you it would be hard. Everyone talks about how hard it is, that’s why they have those mommy groups and shit so you can drink wine and talk about how hard it is.”

“Actually they’re more–”

“See? You know! You give a fuck about your kid enough to know! This doesn’t make you a bad dad. Fuck, my old man forgot me at the store twice when I was Naruto’s age. Shit happens, and you’re the kind of smart that will figure out the leash the first time instead of the second.”

Kakashi’s kick was far gentler than it would have normally been either because the cold blooded bastard had finally grown a heart or because of the toddler still using Genma as a futon… probably the toddler. “Make all the dog jokes about me you want, but leave the kid out of it.”

Genma blinked. “I wasn’t!”

“Leash?” Kakashi pointed out with an unimpressed eyebrow.

“I was serious, asshole! They make like backpacks with fucking leashes or some shit. Better than the bracelet I had to–” Genma broke off as a thought occurred to him. Wait, hold on, you mean I was a leash kid, and Hatake ‘Dog Food Isn’t That Bad’ Kakashi wasn’t?”

Despite being friends with Kakashi for years, Genma still wasn’t entirely sure how the bastard managed to smirk with the mask hiding his mouth. What he was sure about was that it was fucking annoying to have aimed at him.

(Genma ignored the slight feeling of relief in his chest that Kakashi was back to his usual bastard self.)

“That explains so much about you.”

“Fuck off, you didn’t even know leash kids were a thing before now!”

“And yet so many burning questions about Shiranui Genma have been answered in one fell swoop!”

The renewed ache in Genma’s arm was well worth the sight of the orange monstrosity of a snack he had picked up at the store bouncing off of the skin between Kakashi’s eyes, and onto the floor. At least it was until the two of them scrambled to get out from under Naruto and to the mystery snack before one of the dogs could snatch it. 

(A few days later Genma showed up at Kakashi’s door proudly showing off the orange fox harness backpack much to Naruto’s delight, firmly solidifying himself in the position of favorite uncle.)

[feral-ferrule]

Chapter 4

Word count: 3580ish

Fic Masterlist

Echo x Earthling reader OC (reader has a nickname)

Reader is a captive charged with taking care of Echo in the tower on Skako minor.

Music to set the mood

Warnings: I saved this chapter for kinktober💅. mature content 18+ minors dni, graphic depictions of violence and injury, character death, lactation, spontaneous lactation, adult breastfeeding, angst, sexual arousal, psychological trauma, conveniently placed ductwork, self indulgence, mention and quoting of Grapes of Wrath sorry if you had a terrible high school experience with it. Not beta read or well edited, we die like clones here

I kept physical descriptions of Reader as generic as possible. The artwork is very much self portraiture. Artwork and inspiration at the bottom

Still blinking and rubbing your eyes you frowned at the schedule on the med bay’s data pad. They were busy today. Something was up because the connection to the clone was happening around the clock for the next few days. It gave you very little time with him between sessions. You would have to leave his neural connections plugged in and keep him in the control bay instead of going through the lengthier process needed to fully decouple and then reconnect him to the chamber and network. You figured you’d be able to check over and clean him the first time. Then a couple hours after that you could feed him. Depending on how much you were able to get into him at a time, you could play it by ear how many feedings it would take. Setting a timer you settled down to meditate.

A couple hours later at the sound of the timer you set about the process of removing, tending and replacing the man before the next communication connection came in from the war beyond this world. You were grateful for how much the prosthetics handled his hygiene so as to save you from adding insult to his modesty. You tried pouring healing energy through him and sending him comfort and reassurance, but weren’t sure how effective you were since the collar was still well charged.

You were surprised at how little time you really seemed to have in that window. And worried about how quickly you’d be able to feed him with the sponge. Figuring you’d benefit from a look out your window and some breakfast you went down below to the mess and selected a substantial ration pack and electrolyte drink pack. You thought about dairy cows as you stared out your little window and had a sudden breakthrough memory of watching clones on tv while snuggling little people. Guilt over your abandoned family back home and your inability to put all the pieces together threatened to take you down into crippling depression. Which wouldn’t do, you had someone counting on you even if he didn’t know it. So you took a deep breath and went through your short to do list.

Your own nutrition and hydration (practically eating for two)

Wear down the force collar

Express milk

Scan the man

Inject electrolytes- if there’s any left in the supplies

Feed the man

Put him back

Repeat as necessary

You also had a new short list:

Take care of the man

Wait for help

Escape

Finally break down

After some more meditation on the force and a gradual reconnection to it you made your way back up to the stasis room. There was one little paper cup left in the med bay’s cabinet. Great you thought, searching for anything else, but coming up with nothing. You sighed, and set to work.

The man laid on the gurney, his head still attached to the long tubing that snaked down out of the stasis chamber. You quickly scanned him and saw he was indeed low on electrolytes so you gave him the infusion you had prepared. Injecting it through a port on his arm. After raising him up a bit you started talking to him in a soft voice.

“Hey, it’s me again.” His breathing sped up. “Don’t worry, I’m going to feed you with the sponge. Nothing scary today.” You dialed down the network connection a little with the controls on the panel and raised up your goggles and took off your mask and waited to see if he would rouse. His fingers twitched and his eyelids fluttered and you caught a glimpse of golden eyes. As he tried to focus on you he whispered, “You.” Then unfocused, mumbling nonsense, “ct 1409- ct-….”

“Yes it’s me, Choy, I’m going to give you the sponge now.”

You held up the sopping sponge to his lips and he opened his mouth. You figured there were about 40 or 50 calories in the milk you were able to express. Which wasn’t bad to start out with, but wouldn’t be enough as time went on and he was able to tolerate more. And want more. He sucked the sponge dry a last time and you put it and the cup aside.

“Can I touch you?” You asked.

He twitched his hand. You put your hand over his and squeezed gently. He sighed. With the other you soothed his forehead while reaching out to him with your mind to send him calm and safe thoughts. He felt so cold.

“Ner kar’ika.”

You gasped at his words, a tear slipped down your cheek as you studied his face.

**********

You knelt in the dirt and felt into the body and mind of the young clone soldier. The shy shiny you had met on your first day with the 187th. He was writhing and shuddering in pain, his body so broken, lungs flaming up from inhaling so much dust. Limbs fractured into hideous angles and multiple brain bleeds. There was nothing you could do but block his pain and let him die peacefully. As you calmed his pain he relaxed and sighed “Vor entye, ner kar’ika,” and he slipped away. His body and mind went cold and you broke off your connection. There were so many more to help but you couldn’t move from that spot. A hand touched your shoulder, turned you away from the mangled body and brought you into a hug. “You’ve done enough,” a modulated voice said above your ear. You noticed his jumbled energy, his spicy smell, Slick. He pressed a button on his vambrace behind your back.

“What does ‘vor-ent-yay-kareeka’ mean,” you asked him, clutching his curiass and leaning your cheek on his shoulder.

**********

Your clone seemed more peaceful now. You caressed his cheek and he closed his eyes. You let go of his hand, reached over to the console and dialed the network connection back up.

Your tears were coming fast now. He called you one of the clones’ most precious terms of endearment, his star, his little sun, and you were just a complicit agent of his imprisonment. You quickly put him back in the chamber and knelt down to the floor and had a good ugly cry.

It was four hours till the next window. You got up, put your mask and goggles back on and washed out the cup in the sink since it was the last one and threw out the sponge since there were a ton of them. You headed down to your quarters and plopped onto your bunk. Emotionally spent and having had restless, nightmare infested sleep, you drifted off.

Waking with a start to some banging in the distance you checked the time on the small chronometer on your wrist. It was close to time to feed him again, you rushed out to the elevator to get up there but were stopped by some maintenance droids.

“This area is off limits right now for repair work. The elevator isn’t working and we are trying to figure out what caused the malfunction.”

You looked over at the elevator and saw that they had the doors open but the lift was only half way up in the space. There were pieces of parts laying around and a whole crew of droids looking confused. Your heart sank and you cursed the Skakoan cheapskates. “Good working order, my ass,” you huffed under your breath stalking back to the mess. You grabbed a ration bar and water and sat at a long table. You could only fume and curse the Techno Union, the Skakoans, Slick. Everyone involved in this, everyone who was causing all these problems. The greed, the absolute capital greed of it all, and some neverending source of energy to fuel it. You rarely allowed yourself these moments, but sometimes it got to you.

It took them hours to fix the lift, and you were finally scanned and up level. You weren’t sure when the next window was so you checked the data pad. It had all changed, there was a brief one in 50 seconds and another in two days. That can’t be right, but you dashed out of the med bay and began the process of releasing him so you had maximum time with him- oh but you hadn’t expressed any milk!

As you watched the gurney bed lower down the only solution you could think of intimidated the hell out of you. Reenacting the end of Grapes of Wrath with a Star Wars clone was never how you pictured your life going. You turned him over and turned down the network connection more than last time. As you whispered hello to him he woke up a little, looking over at you with his pale eyes. You slid your goggles up and pulled your mask off.

He smiled weakly, “Kar’ika.”

He seemed more lucid. You smiled and stroked his cheek, “Hey, sweetheart, we have to try something new. I’m going to have to, well, feed you directly from my breast.”

If you felt uncomfortable feeding him before, you were now well out of your comfort zone. Way way out. But this was literally life or death for him so you shoved down all your social programming and questions of consent. You raised him up enough to breast level and pulled your top down in the front and popped the boob closest to him out of your breast band. He looked from your breasts to your face.

“It was my milk I fed you, it’s the only thing I can give you to keep you alive.” Your heart felt like it was going to flutter out of your chest and you had a hard time maintaining eye contact.

His eyes locked onto your chest and darkened.

You supported your breast from underneath and leaned closer to his face bringing your nipple to his lips.

“Please don’t bite.”

He opened his mouth with a studdering breath and drew your nipple in onto his tongue sealing his lips around it. This was really happening. His nose pressed into the plush of your boob.

And he sucked.

Your let-down reflex sprang into action and both breasts released a torrent of milk. You felt him choke a bit and his eyes opened wider. Looking up at you.

You didn’t think you could get more mortified. “I’m sorry sweetie, I can’t help when that happens.” You used your sleeve to dab at the dribble of milk around his lips and smiled down at him.

He swallowed and smiled against you and kept suckling. The sensation sent a twinge straight down a nerve to your core, which set off more tingling behind your nipples as a feedback loop of stimulation circled through your body. After a few more swallows you said, “I need you to switch sides so I’m not uneven.” You popped your nipple out of his mouth, his top teeth barely grazing it, and tucked your breast band over it. Shifting your body slightly and leaning over a little more you sprang your much more engorged and damp tit out and pressed it to his lips.

The pressure in your lower belly and tickle deep in your core activated again as he latched on and gazed up at you. It took your breath away and you had to remember to stay standing. He groaned a bit through his nose and you were sure he would try to wrap his arms around you if he could. You longed for you both to hold each other, but continued to stand by his side, maintaining a tiny bit of propriety. He drained an equal amount from that side and you tapped the tip of his nose.

“I have to go, sweetie,” you tried to say in a steady tone. Your heart felt fluttery, “I’m sorry, you don’t want to over do it.” He swallowed and you pulled back out of his suction gently till he released your nipple with a wet pop. You tucked yourself back into your breast band and fastened your shirt back at the shoulder. You noticed that he could barely keep his eyes open. You caressed the side of his face humming a quiet melody.

“Yaiyai…ika,” he nuzzled into your hand before closing his beautiful golden eyes and drifting off to sleep. Stretching back you dialed up the neural connection again and let him stay upright a few minutes while you hummed more of the song. This allowed his stomach to settle before laying him flat and raising him back into place in the chamber. Just in time for the next network link.

You felt so many things. Arousal. This was something hard wired. His mouth drawing milk from you sent a wild sensation through your whole body, woke something deep. Guilt. You still had the sense of betraying him by putting him back.

And you were grateful that he didn’t bite you.

Waiting two days to see him was torture and it worried you. This was going to hurt, whatever ended up happening to him. Even if you were able to get him to safety, or help would come and rescue him you’d go your separate ways right? You forced that thought down. Your hormones were probably off the charts while he nursed from you which made you feel a bond. He probably wouldn’t even remember any of this or you, right?

You spent these days in your sleep clothes, exercising, meditating, checking his vitals, and shower sessions of manual milk expression because the tits were fully primed now and they seemed to think they had a whole squad to feed. Your brain decided to play the milkshake song. This was not helping with your internal conflict of enjoying breastfeeding a not fully conscious grown man who you didn’t even know. You couldn't stop thinking about him. How he'd flesh out under your care, how the light would come back to his eyes and he would be able to hold you as you held him. Put his mouth other places. OK Stop.

Lenny and Squiggy came by each night to put a new battery in your collar. And each time you were given a brief exposure to the force which you used to stretch your mind and call out for help.

The Skakoans commed you at one point. Their fleshy heads flickering in and out of focus in the holo beam. You gave vague answers, it felt like they were hoping you failed somehow.

Finally the time came to get the man down again. You ate some awful bars for breakfast, changed into some clean day clothes and boots and went up to the med bay to double check the schedule. It showed two windows today and a late one tonight. Good, you’d be able to use the first one for general care and then two feedings. It was hard to gauge how much milk he was getting in him so you decided to just monitor his electrolytes and slowly increase your feeling of emptying with each feeding.

This procedure went well for a few days. He seemed to be filling out and didn’t look so close to death. The sessions continued to affect you and the sensation was getting stronger along with the clone. This was the first time since you’d been in this universe that your breasts weren’t so full and heavy. You were feeling lighter and freer than you had since back home.

Your ability to feed him, to save his life with your own body felt empowering. It gave you a fresh confidence in yourself even if it was just a bodily function and probably the force’s effect. But it gave you power over your sadistic captors who intended to dispose of this man and to punish you for things out of your control, most likely to get out of their contract and keep you.

The days blended together and at some point the mechanism that elevated the head of the bed stopped working. This had you climbing up on the demagnetized table and holding him in your arms in a variety of positions, always mindful to block the view of the occasional patrol droid that would peak in the room on its rotation. You didn’t want to bring attention to the malfunction since word would get back to the Skakoans and there’d be too many questions. Your clone seemed to respond well, liking the closeness and human touch as much as you did. You hadn’t realized how touch starved you had become in the last two years. So you decided you’d dial the network control down more the next time so he could benefit more from some cuddles more lucidly.

But the next time didn’t happen.

Alarms blaring and the sound of blaster fire and shouting somewhere above in the tower woke you from a dream about that very thing. It was so vivid - men rescuing the clone and battleing a droid army with the local natives. You realized it was a memory and not just a dream and this place was in the central plot. Was that good or bad? There was a Jedi here you realized with excitement. The rest of it was still fuzzy but this was it, the rescue, and it had you changing and packing fast. You slung your duffel straps over your shoulder like a backpack, put your mask and goggles on and opened your door

-and there were Lenny and Squiggy.

“We have orders to evacuate you if we are attacked” said Lenny “ Follow us.” You sighed and followed them out to the elevator which opened to a smoking and gaping hole. The droids looked at eachother. “We will have to wait for the lift to be repaired to take you to the safe room at the base of the tower.”

“Ok well I’m going to go use the refresher, I’ll be right back ok thanks you guys, always my heros.” You tapped each of them on their snoots.

They puffed up and saluted you. “Roger Roger, ma’am. “

You did indeed go to the barrack’s refresher, but only to access the air ductwork through a panel that you figured was connected to the cooling system in the floor above. It was large enough for you to shimmy up through it using your arms and feet to brace and climb. You had your small duffel on your head, pushing it ahead of you as you wriggled and inched your way up and finally made it to the next grate.

Peeking through you could see the stasis room. A black ball hovered in the air near the open stasis chamber, jagged purple electric lighting streaking out of it touching all the surfaces. The man was gone, you noticed, and intense worry settled deep in your stomach. You decided to keep climbing to the next level. When you reached the next grate you pushed and pounded it with your fist and it popped out with a clatter. Dragging your duffel down and shoving it through the opening you reached through and braced your shoulders outside the hole. When you pulled yourself out into the room the shaft behind you shuddered with a blast of air. Something must have blown up down there. Now you were very concerned.

You were in the cooling system, it seemed from the chill. There were some muffled sounds down one of the passageways so you cautiously crept that way. A couple turns down the corridor you saw something odd on the floor. Crouching down you saw that it was the clone’s catheter and bag. Oh dang that couldn’t have felt good coming out. But good riddance. You thought grimly about his stoma that would need surgical correction. You looked up, hearing shouts.

After a time of picking and choosing twists and turns, following sounds, you came to an opening to the outside and pressed yourself to the wall next to it. You had caught a glimpse of a blaster fight happening on the pipe that extended out to another tower. You peeked out and saw droids firing on soldiers and a Jedi who were standing and hanging off of the pipe. Then there was a horrible screeching noise and massive flying creatures swarmed the air around the tower. The Jedi shouted and jumped off, landing on a beast. Then another two. You saw one was your clone and you leaned out of the opening to get a better look. It was definitely him and he was flying away on one of the creatures. As the last of the men jumped onto the creatures the droids deployed their wings and flew after them.

The wind whistled. You weren’t sure what to do now. So you sat against the wall tucked inside the tower and looked out to the other up in the clouds across the pipe. Their experiment was gone and the facility probably destroyed. Your contract would be ‘renegotiated’ for sure now. The door on the other side was still open. You could carefully walk across to it and you’d have a better chance at escape. You tried to stretch your mind out into the force but the collar was still too charged for a strong connection. Everything had happened so fast this morning and you felt a compulsion to see that your sweet clone, a main character and hero in this world, made it out safe. So you took a deep breath and stepped out onto the pipe.

🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛inspiration🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛

'Rose of Sharon loosened one side of the blanket and bared her breast... Her hand moved behind his head and supported it. Her fingers moved gently in his hair. She looked up and across the barn, and her lips came together and smiled mysteriously.’ Grapes of Wrath, Steinbeck

My art and the inspiration Roman Charity by Lorenzo Pasinelli c. 1670

[chilewithcarnage]

My name is Bara' Al-Shurafa, I am 15 years old. We are a family of six, consisting of my mother, father, and four children. The youngest of my siblings is 8 years old. Since October 7, 2023, we have been suffering from a brutal war that has destroyed our dreams and hopes, and has surpassed the limits of human understanding. During this brutal war, we have endured hardships that even mountains could not bear. We are facing a severe shortage of water and an extreme lack of food and nutrition due to the siege imposed on northern Gaza for the past 10 months, which prevents the entry of essential items such as meat, vegetables, and fruits. This situation has forced us to eat animal fodder like barley, causing us to lose weight, contract various diseases, and suffer from a significant weakening of our immune systems.

We also suffer from a severe shortage of water, often walking about a kilometer to get a single gallon of water, which is about 16 liters, barely enough for the five members of the family. As a result of the war, our home and agricultural land, which used to provide us with our daily sustenance, have been completely destroyed and razed. We have also experienced frequent displacement, moving from place to place and area to area due to the horrific and brutal bombardment.

In addition to this, we have been deprived of education and the opportunity to build a future.

We also suffer from fear and terror due to the intense bombing, fire belts, and explosions, with the sounds of tanks being extremely frightening. The hospitals, which are the lifeline for every sick and needy person, have also been destroyed. We are facing a shortage of medicines and vaccines as diseases increase and spread among us, with no solution in sight as there are no hospitals or medical supplies available here in Gaza. We live in constant fear for my younger siblings because they have not received their general vaccinations, especially after the spread of polio due to the lack of cleaning supplies and the massive accumulation of waste in the streets. I was also supposed to receive vaccinations against tetanus and typhoid, but I have not received them due to the lack of vaccines. Furthermore, sewage water has flooded the streets, posing a serious threat to our children. We suffered from jaundice, battling it for about two weeks with symptoms of fatigue, dizziness, and other symptoms. It is a deadly disease. My younger siblings also suffer from widespread skin diseases in northern Gaza. Their small bodies have become covered with red spots, and as I mentioned before, there is no available treatment due to the destruction of hospitals and health centers.

We are also suffering from the absence of cooking gas, forcing us to use wood and plastic to start fires, which could lead to poisoning. We have been without electricity since October 7, spending our days in darkness, causing immense fear for my younger siblings. This has also made it very difficult to charge our phones and nightlight batteries. We have had to travel kilometers from our home to find places with electricity, costing us a lot to charge our phones and batteries.

Moreover, we have had no stable income since the war began.

I am pleading for your help for my family so that we can live a better life.

we will help in any way that we can <3

[chirp-a-chirp]

*A gentle breeze blows on the rooftop garden. MC pours Roy a hot cup of tea as he covers her shoulders with his jacket*

Sherry: MC! Brother! I have just the thing to warm you up! Invidian scones! *Unveils a small plate with several charred black lumps*

MC and Roy: …

MC: Oh no! There’s only enough for one person to eat. Roy, I couldn’t POSSIBLY deny you this privilege…

Roy: Why no, I could never allow the dearest friend of my sister to not enjoy this delight…

MC: *Whispers so only Roy can hear her* So much for gallantry…

Roy: *Whispers back* Even gallantry has its limits.

Sherry: Don’t worry, there’s enough for everyone! *Reveals a second plate with more charred lumps*

MC and Roy: *Reluctantly bite the suspicious lumps*

MC and Roy: …

MC and Roy: Delicious. *Beads of sweat form on their foreheads *

Grayson: *Runs to the rooftop garden* Princess! There’s been a mistake! These are your scones! *Produces a plate of nearly identical looking charred lumps*

Grayson: *Gestures to the plates of “scones” near Roy and MC* Those are lumps of coal! A trick by Prince Luxure!

Sherry: Oh my! Then Brother you should eat—

Roy: No, no! We ate your scones! They were DIVINE, right Heartspell? *Forces himself to nibble piece of coal*

MC: R-right!

Roy: *Shoots a pleading look to Grayson*

Grayson: *Grabs a lump of coal and nibbles it*

Grayson: …quite nutritional Princess.

Sherry: Oh thank goodness! Let me get more tea for us all! *Leaves rooftop garden*

Grayson: *Mutters to himself* I need drink.

[almoghaniosama]

The suffering of displaced people in southern Gaza during the winter

The suffering of displaced people in southern Gaza during the winter is an especially harrowing experience marked by extreme hardship and vulnerability. As the conflict in Gaza intensifies, many families are forced to flee their homes, seeking refuge in southern regions of the territory, often in overcrowded camps or makeshift shelters. These displaced individuals are already dealing with the trauma of loss, violence, and upheaval, but the onset of winter exacerbates their suffering

In the winter, the already precarious living conditions in southern Gaza worsen dramatically. Many of the displaced are forced into overcrowded tents, makeshift shelters, or even open spaces. These structures offer little protection from the biting cold, rain, and wind. The winter months, marked by heavy rainstorms and sometimes even floods, compound the dangers. Tents, which are intended for temporary shelter, are inadequate in such harsh conditions, with leaks allowing rain to pour in, making the ground muddy and uninhabitable. The lack of insulation and heating further exposes families to freezing temperatures, leading to cold-related illnesses such as hypothermia, pneumonia, and respiratory infections.

The situation is particularly dire for the most vulnerable groups, such as children, the elderly, and those with chronic illnesses or disabilities. The lack of basic necessities like warm clothing, blankets, and heating sources leaves them more susceptible to the harsh elements. In addition, the scarcity of medical care due to damaged infrastructure and overwhelmed healthcare systems further exacerbates the suffering. Medical facilities in southern Gaza are often under-resourced and struggle to meet the overwhelming demand for care, especially in times of conflict when injuries are rampant.

Food and clean water also become harder to obtain during the winter. The blockades and destruction of supply lines during the ongoing conflict make it difficult for humanitarian aid to reach the displaced populations in a timely manner. The risk of waterborne diseases increases, especially when sanitation infrastructure is damaged or non-existent. The overcrowding in shelters and camps increases the spread of infections and diseases, and the lack of access to proper nutrition weakens immune systems, further deepening the crisis.

In short, the displaced people in southern Gaza during the winter face not only the physical suffering of exposure to the elements but also deep psychological and emotional anguish. Their resilience in the face of such hardship is remarkable, but the scale of the crisis requires immediate and sustained humanitarian intervention. Providing them with adequate shelter, food, healthcare, and support is essential to alleviate their suffering, especially during the brutal winter months.

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[gym-x-plus]

#progresstakestime LE PROGRÈS PREND DU TEMPS !!

Choses que j'ai faites pour aider à trouver la motivation qui m’anime

aujourd'hui 😁

• manger dans un surplus (PDM)/ manger en déficit (sèche)!

• MANGEZ VOS PROTÉINES !! J'essaie d'avoir au moins

80-100g par jour sinon plus+ ( complément avec des shakers )

• CALORIES! Elles ne sont vraiment pas effrayantes et sont une partie nécessaire qui permet d’obtenir de l'énergie pour soulever les poids que vous voulez soulever et surtout si vous vous dépensez ! J'ai remarqué une énorme différence dans ma force et ma capacité à pousser plus fort pendant que je suis en PDM( prise de masse ) parce que je mange plus et que j'ai beaucoup plus d'énergie pour alimenter mes séances d'entraînements !

• DORMIR DORMIR ! J'essaie de dormir au moins 7-8 heures chaque nuit

• Le repos ! Je sais c’est parfois dure mais , ne vous entraînez pas trop! Vos muscles ont besoin de repos parce que c'est là que la croissance ce produit. J'ai divisé ma semaines, afin d’effectuer 5 sessions de sport, et environ 1 ou 2 jours de repos, parfois

• POUSSEZ-VOUS ! Quand vous soulèvez si vous ne luttez pas, alors vous n'en faites pas assez ! Changez de routine parfois aussi ! J'ai fait des entraînement au volume lourd parce que j'ai remarqué que simplement faire 3x8-10 ne me convenait plus ! Ajoutez des supersets ou des drop set pour pimenter les choses !

Comme toujours je vous aime tous et j'espère que cela vous aidera et apportera beaucoup de motivation

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 #gymmotivation #gym #girlsupportinggirls #girlsup #girlpower #fitness #workout #fit #healthy #motivation #training #bodybuilding #gymlife #lifting #muscle #instagram #cannes #france #healthylifestyle #exercise #newlife #transformation #sport #fit #nutrition #healthy #halthyfood #fitnessmotivation #fyp

[regimepure]

Les Bases du Régime Métabolique: Tout ce que Vous Devez Savoir

Le régime métabolique est devenu un sujet brûlant dans le monde de la nutrition et du bien-être. Mais qu'est-ce que c'est exactement, et comment peut-il affecter votre santé et votre mode de vie? Dans cet article, nous allons plonger dans les détails du régime métabolique, en explorant ses principes fondamentaux, ses avantages potentiels, et comment le suivre de manière efficace pour atteindre vos objectifs de santé et de perte de poids.

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Qu'est-ce que le Régime Métabolique?

Le régime métabolique, également connu sous le nom de régime métabolique médiéval ou régime métabolique du Dr Poon, est un plan alimentaire conçu pour optimiser le métabolisme et favoriser la perte de poids. Il met l'accent sur la consommation d'aliments riches en protéines et en graisses saines, tout en limitant les glucides.

Comment Fonctionne-t-il?

Le régime métabolique fonctionne en exploitant le mécanisme de la cétose, un état métabolique dans lequel le corps brûle les graisses pour produire de l'énergie en l'absence de glucides. En limitant l'apport en glucides, le régime force le corps à puiser dans ses réserves de graisses, ce qui peut entraîner une perte de poids significative.

Avantages Potentiels du Régime Métabolique

Suivre un régime métabolique peut offrir une multitude d'avantages pour la santé, notamment:

Perte de Poids: En favorisant la cétose, le régime métabolique peut aider à brûler les graisses corporelles de manière efficace, ce qui entraîne une perte de poids durable.

Contrôle de la Glycémie: En limitant les glucides, le régime métabolique peut aider à stabiliser la glycémie, ce qui est particulièrement bénéfique pour les personnes atteintes de diabète ou de prédiabète.

Amélioration de la Santé Cardiovasculaire: En privilégiant les graisses saines et en réduisant les aliments transformés riches en sucres et en gras saturés, le régime métabolique peut contribuer à abaisser le cholestérol et à réduire le risque de maladies cardiaques.

Augmentation de l'Énergie: Beaucoup de personnes rapportent une augmentation de l'énergie et de la clarté mentale lorsqu'ils suivent un régime métabolique, grâce à la stabilité de la glycémie et à l'utilisation efficace des graisses comme source d'énergie.

Comment Suivre un Régime Métabolique

Suivre un régime métabolique nécessite une planification et une attention particulières à votre alimentation. Voici quelques conseils pour commencer:

Limitez les Glucides: Réduisez votre consommation de glucides à environ 50 grammes par jour ou moins. Concentrez-vous sur les sources de glucides à faible indice glycémique comme les légumes non féculents et les fruits à baies.

Priorisez les Protéines et les Graisses Saines: Assurez-vous de consommer suffisamment de protéines de haute qualité, telles que la viande maigre, la volaille, le poisson et les œufs. Ajoutez également des graisses saines à votre alimentation, comme celles provenant des avocats, des noix, des graines et de l'huile d'olive.

Mangez des Aliments Entiers: Évitez les aliments transformés riches en sucres ajoutés et en gras saturés. Optez plutôt pour des aliments entiers et non transformés chaque fois que possible.

Restez Hydraté: Buvez beaucoup d'eau tout au long de la journée pour rester hydraté et soutenir votre métabolisme.

Soyez Patient et Consistant: La transition vers un régime métabolique peut prendre du temps, alors soyez patient avec vous-même et restez cohérent dans vos choix alimentaires.

Conclusion

Le régime métabolique est une approche nutritionnelle efficace pour optimiser le métabolisme, favoriser la perte de poids et améliorer la santé globale. En suivant les principes de ce régime et en apportant des modifications progressives à votre alimentation, vous pouvez réaliser des progrès significatifs vers vos objectifs de bien-être. N'oubliez pas de consulter un professionnel de la santé avant d'apporter des changements importants à votre alimentation.

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[adelleandlaura4ever]

Without You

Where would I be without You!

I shudder to imagine it.

Life without You…

Oooh… what a sobering thought.

.

Over 6 years now… You are part of Me!

I’ve grown accustomed

to you living in my heart.

The power of our love,

it sweeps away all the dark memories

of my life before you came into my life.

.

You are the love that holds my life together,

So powerful, so unbreakable.

You are the staple - my nutrition -

that keeps me from losing myself.

.

You are the blood

that flows through my veins,

The cells that replenish

my heart with oxygen - your sweet love

You are my inspiration…

…My motivation for all the outpouring of love poems,

that pour out of my Soul.

You are the driving force behind all I do

.

What would I do without you?

.

Me without you

is like a leafless fall,

a snowless winter,

and a flowerless spring.

.

Me without you

is like a colorless rainbow,

a sunless day,

and a starless night.

.

Me without you

is like the ocean without a wave,

the beach without sand,

and a flameless fire.

.

Me without you

is like a book without words,

a woman without a face,

and a child with no name.

.

We are forevermore bonded together,

Inseparable…

Bound together as the stars come together

As a supernova…

in a blinding celebration of color and light,

Forever visible … love forevermore!

.

Laura,

I am so blessed that you came to my life!

It was destiny I believe.

And I’m so amazed that it happened.

I love you deeply Laura ❤️

@dreamiingofher

@adelleandlaura4ever

[stillsweetandwild]

Voilà ce que fait le dieu Argent

« Manger rend malade ou, pour le dire de manière un tantinet plus abrupte, tue à petit feu (le scandale récent de l'affaire Buitoni n'est que la partie visible de l'iceberg).

Cela paraît invraisemblable de dire une chose pareille. Et pourtant, c'est bel et bien la réalité à laquelle non seulement notre pays, mais tout le monde occidental, et même au-delà désormais, sont confrontés. Les études scientifiques démontrent de manière implacable, les unes après les autres, la nocivité (notamment sur le microbiote et son cortège de conséquences plus ou moins graves) des simili aliments qui ont l'autorisation de figurer en bonne position dans les rayons alimentaires des supermarchés.

De nos jours, l'ultra-transformation des aliments qui subissent tous les traitements possibles et imaginables par des procédés industriels (physiques, chimiques, mécaniques) plus sophistiqués les uns que les autres, par l'ajout d'additifs et de sucres cachés, fait que ce qui est censé nourrir la population ne peut plus être appelé nourriture compte tenu du produit final et des dégâts causés dans les organismes à moyen et long termes.

Les êtres vivants, dont nous faisons partie (oui!), n'ont pas d'autre choix qu'ingurgiter au moins trois fois par jour, tous les jours, des aliments pour pouvoir vivre. Cela a évidemment des effets sur notre tube digestif et sur toutes nos fonctions métaboliques qui devraient être salutaires. Or, les industriels fabriquent aujourd'hui de la nourriture bon marché, certes, mais qui n'a plus grand chose de naturel. Il faut revenir d'urgence à une alimentation saine en faisant la promotion des aliments bruts et authentiques et en excluant purement et simplement les additifs d'une part et et le sucre de l'autre de préparations qui ne devraient absolument pas en contenir (comme les sauces, par exemple).

Cela fait plusieurs décennies que ces dérives dans le secteur agroalimentaire se manifestent sous nos yeux sans que rien ne se passe. Résultat: nous assistons depuis plusieurs années à l'explosion de pathologies en tout genre comme, entre autres, le diabète et l'obésité dont souffrent plusieurs centaines de millions d'individus à travers le monde, dont 3,6 millions de diabétiques (source: Santé publique France) et "8,5 millions de personnes en situation d'obésité" (source: Ameli) rien que pour la France.

L'inertie des pouvoirs publics est devenue insupportable car actuellement, toute liberté de nuire est laissée à l'industrie agroalimentaire et aux enseignes de la malbouffe (qui proposent une alimentation addictive, et non pas nutritive), représentées par des multinationales dont la puissance de frappe commerciale mérite si ce n'est un coup d'arrêt, et au moins une mise à contribution pour réparer les dégâts causés et inverser cette explosion des maladies chroniques. Seul le législateur a le pouvoir de mettre un terme à cette autorisation d'empoisonner à petit feu les citoyens, condamnés, pour des millions d'entre eux, à avoir un traitement et un parcours médicaux au long cours, sans compter les complications liées aux deux maladies évoquées plus haut.

Cette situation est invalidante non seulement pour les individus qui sont entravés dans leur quotidien, mais elle est aberrante dans le sens où les dépenses liées à la santé explosent, enrichissant de ce fait une autre industrie, l'industrie pharmaceutique. Résultat: une nation affaiblie, privée de ses forces vives, de ses femmes et de ses hommes devenus vulnérables, dépendants aux médicaments, incapables de donner la pleine mesure de leurs moyens et de leurs talents. Au lieu de se renforcer, nos nations sont affaiblies par la puissance destructrice des industriels, et pas que de l'agroalimentaire.

Exigeons donc une sérieuse prise en compte par le législateur de cette situation afin de mettre hors d'état de nuire tous ces grands groupes industriels qui sévissent depuis de très et trop nombreuses années dans notre pays en particulier, et plus largement à travers le monde!

Il est plus que temps que le politique prenne ses responsabilités en se préoccupant réellement de la santé des gens et non des intérêts des industriels de l'agroalimentaire et de la restauration rapide. La santé publique, c'est la santé du peuple, non pas celle du compte en banque d'une poignée d'individus. »

Un texte de David MARÉCHAL

Soutenir sa pétition : https://www.change.org/p/stop-au-pouvoir-de-nuisance-de-l-industrie-agroalimentaire-et-de-la-restauration-rapide

En savoir plus avec notre dossier documenté : https://mrmondialisation.org/big-food-cie-les-industriels-nous-tuent-a-petit-feu/

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Médicaments amaigrissants et perte de muscle, coupe-faim et sleepmaxxing

Médicaments amaigrissants et perte de muscle, coupe-faim et sleepmaxxing. 🎙Pour écouter mon podcast : - Recherchez « la pause fitness » sur votre plateforme de podcast préférée - Ou rendez-vous en bio @fitnessmith, cliquez sur le lien, fitnessmith.fr/news puis dans « les nouveautés» - Ou rendez-vous dans votre boite mail pour les fidèles auditeurs #musculation #podcast #fitnessmotivation #gym #abs #shredded #minceur #regime #nutrition #dietetique #alimentation #alimentationsaine #keto #cetogene #vegan #vegetarien #carnivore #workout #france #sante

Dans ce podcast, nous allons parler de médicaments amaigrissants et perte de muscle, coupe-faim et sleepmaxxing. Nouveau ! 10 recettes ÉCONOMIQUES pour perdre du gras ou prendre du muscle   Sommaire du podcast : Comment éviter la perte musculaire avec les traitements anti-obésité Une récente étude publiée dans The Lancet révèle que les médicaments récents contre l’obésité peuvent entraîner une…

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Découvrez le Potentiel des Sous-Produits du Cacao en Afrique de l’Ouest : Un Appel à l’Investissement, à l’Innovation et au Partage d’Expérience 

Le cacao, bien plus qu’un ingrédient clé du chocolat, est une source de potentiel économique inexploité, capable de transformer des industries au-delà de la confiserie. Première productrice mondiale de cacao, la Côte d’Ivoire, aux côtés d’autres nations d’Afrique de l’Ouest comme le Ghana, le Nigeria et le Cameroun, se trouve à un tournant crucial : maximiser la valeur des sous-produits du cacao. Ces matières, souvent considérées comme des déchets, peuvent donner naissance à de nouvelles industries dans l’agroalimentaire, la cosmétique, et bien plus encore. 

Pour libérer pleinement ce potentiel, une mobilisation collective est nécessaire : investisseurs internationaux, entrepreneurs locaux, gouvernements et innovateurs doivent unir leurs forces et partager leur savoir-faire. 

La Richesse Cachée des Sous-Produits du Cacao 

La transformation du cacao génère divers sous-produits, souvent sous-utilisés ou jetés : 

1. Coques de Cacao : Riches en fibres alimentaires et antioxydants, elles peuvent être transformées en thés, farines ou exfoliants naturels pour les soins de la peau. 

2. Pulpe de Cacao (Mucilage) : Cette substance douce et nutritive, habituellement fermentée avec les fèves, peut être utilisée pour produire des jus, sirops, boissons alcoolisées ou hydratants naturels pour les cosmétiques. 

3. Beurre de Cacao et Poudre de Cacao : Si le beurre de cacao est largement utilisé, le potentiel des poudres de cacao de moindre qualité dans les cosmétiques et les aliments fonctionnels reste largement inexploité. 

4. Cabosses de Cacao : Souvent compostées, elles peuvent être transformées en farine pour la pâtisserie ou en aliments pour animaux. 

5. Eaux Résiduelles du Cacao : Considérées comme des déchets, elles peuvent être fermentées en additifs alimentaires ou réutilisées dans des produits cosmétiques écoresponsables. 

Le Contexte en Afrique de l’Ouest 

L’Afrique de l’Ouest produit environ 70 % du cacao mondial, la Côte d’Ivoire étant le plus grand producteur. Pourtant, la région exporte principalement des fèves brutes, capturant ainsi une faible part de la valeur ajoutée du cacao. La plupart des sous-produits sont soit jetés, soit utilisés dans des applications à faible valeur ajoutée, comme le compost ou l’alimentation animale. 

Écorces et Coques : Principalement compostées ou brûlées, avec quelques projets pilotes de thé ou farine de cacao encore au stade expérimental. 

Pulpe de Cacao : Peu exploitée, bien que des initiatives locales produisent des jus et vins de pulpe au Ghana. 

Beurre de Cacao : Principalement exporté, avec peu de valeur ajoutée localement dans les cosmétiques ou les aliments fonctionnels. 

Cabosses de Cacao : Utilisées en recherche pour la farine et l’alimentation animale, mais encore loin d’une adoption commerciale significative. 

Histoires de Réussite : Inspirations pour l’Avenir 

Des entrepreneurs en Afrique de l’Ouest ont commencé à montrer la voie avec des projets innovants : 

1. Le Thé au Cacao au Ghana : Une startup ghanéenne a lancé avec succès un thé à base de coques, riche en antioxydants et fibres. Les défis incluent le séchage et l’emballage aux normes internationales. 

2. Farine de Cabosse en Côte d’Ivoire : Une petite entreprise produit de la farine de cabosse pour boulangeries locales, mais peine à industrialiser en raison du manque d’équipements adaptés. 

3. Cosmétiques au Nigeria : Une entrepreneure nigériane a créé une gamme de soins avec du beurre de cacao et des extraits de coques, ciblant des consommateurs en Europe et en Amérique du Nord. 

Un Appel à l’Action : Pourquoi Investir dans les Sous-Produits du Cacao ? 

Les sous-produits du cacao représentent une source de revenus inexploités offrant des opportunités pour : 

Croissance Économique : Création d’emplois et d’industries à haute valeur ajoutée. 

Durabilité : Réduction des déchets et promotion d’une économie circulaire. 

Répondre à la Demande Mondiale : Croissance de la demande pour des ingrédients naturels, durables et fonctionnels. 

Les Actions Prioritaires 

1. Investissements dans des Infrastructures Modernes : Développer des unités de transformation adaptées. 

2. Transferts de Technologie : Collaborer avec des partenaires internationaux pour transférer des technologies et des expertises avancées. 

3. Formation et Renforcement des Capacités : Former les agriculteurs et entrepreneurs sur les usages innovants des sous-produits. 

4. Recherche et Développement : Financer des projets d’exploration d’applications innovantes pour les sous-produits. 

5. Partenariats Public-Privé : Mobiliser gouvernements, ONG et entreprises pour construire un écosystème favorable à l’innovation. 

Une Transformation à Portée de Main 

L’industrie cacaoyère de l’Afrique de l’Ouest est à l’aube d’une transformation remarquable. Avec des investissements stratégiques et des initiatives de partage des connaissances, des sous-produits considérés comme des déchets peuvent devenir le socle d’industries prospères. 

Il est temps d’agir. En investissant dans le potentiel des sous-produits du cacao, les entreprises peuvent promouvoir une chaîne de valeur plus durable et inclusive. La Côte d’Ivoire, le Ghana et leurs voisins disposent des ressources et des talents nécessaires. Ce qu’il leur faut, c’est le soutien de la communauté internationale. 

Transformons ensemble les déchets de cacao en richesse aux bénéfices de tous les africains.

J'espère que vous avez apprécié la lecture de cet article et que vous y avez appris quelque chose de nouveau et d'utile. Si c'est le cas, n'hésitez pas à le partager avec vos amis et collègues qui pourraient s'intéresser à l'agriculture et à l'agro-industrie.

Photo: Farine de cacao utilisant des coques de cabosse de cacao comme ingrédient (Image générée par IA)

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La sarcopenie : la fonte musculaire liée à l'âge

La sarcopenie est un syndrome caractérisé par une perte progressive et généralisée de la masse musculaire et de la force liée au vieillissement. En d'autres termes, c'est une fonte musculaire qui se produit naturellement avec l'âge et qui peut avoir des conséquences importantes sur la qualité de vie et l'autonomie des personnes âgées.

Quelles sont les causes de la sarcopenie ?

Plusieurs facteurs contribuent à la sarcopenie :

Le vieillissement naturel : Avec l'âge, la capacité des muscles à se réparer et à se régénérer diminue, ce qui entraîne une perte progressive de masse musculaire.

La sédentarité : Un manque d'activité physique, notamment d'exercices de force, accélère la perte musculaire.

Une mauvaise nutrition : Un apport insuffisant en protéines, en calories et en micronutriments peut favoriser la sarcopenie.

Certaines maladies : Des maladies chroniques comme le cancer, le VIH, les maladies cardiaques ou les maladies pulmonaires peuvent accélérer la perte musculaire.

La prise de certains médicaments : Certains médicaments, comme les corticoïdes, peuvent avoir un effet négatif sur la masse musculaire.

Quels sont les symptômes de la sarcopenie ?

Les symptômes de la sarcopenie peuvent être subtils au début et se manifester progressivement :

Fatigue chronique : Une sensation de fatigue persistante, même après le repos.

Perte de force et d'endurance : Des difficultés à réaliser des tâches quotidiennes comme porter des objets lourds, monter des escaliers ou se lever d'une chaise.

Troubles de l'équilibre : Un risque accru de chutes.

Ralentissement des mouvements : Une diminution de la vitesse de marche et des difficultés à effectuer des gestes précis.

Atrophie musculaire : Une diminution visible de la masse musculaire, notamment au niveau des membres inférieurs.

Quelles sont les conséquences de la sarcopenie ?

La sarcopenie a des conséquences importantes sur la santé et la qualité de vie :

Perte d'autonomie : Les personnes atteintes de sarcopenie peuvent devenir dépendantes pour les activités de la vie quotidienne.

Augmentation du risque de chutes et de fractures : La faiblesse musculaire et les troubles de l'équilibre augmentent le risque de chutes, avec des conséquences potentiellement graves.

Diminution de l'espérance de vie : La sarcopenie est associée à une augmentation de la mortalité toutes causes confondues.

Déclin cognitif : Des études suggèrent un lien entre la sarcopenie et le déclin cognitif.

Augmentation du risque d'hospitalisation : Les personnes sarcopéniques sont plus susceptibles d'être hospitalisées.

Comment prévenir et traiter la sarcopenie ?

Il est possible de prévenir et de ralentir la progression de la sarcopenie en adoptant un mode de vie sain :

Une activité physique régulière : La pratique d'exercices de résistance (musculation), d'équilibre et d'aérobie est essentielle pour maintenir et augmenter la masse musculaire.

Une alimentation équilibrée : Un apport suffisant en protéines, en vitamines et en minéraux est indispensable pour la construction musculaire.

Une supplémentation en protéines : Dans certains cas, une supplémentation en protéines peut être recommandée, en particulier chez les personnes âgées ou malnutris.

Le suivi médical : Un suivi régulier par un médecin permet de dépister la sarcopenie et de mettre en place un traitement adapté.

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Courbatures : sont-elles vraiment necessaires pour un entrainement efficace ? Decouvrez la verite !

Faut-il avoir des courbatures pour que l'entraînement soit efficace ?

Courbatures et efficacité de l'entraînement : mythe ou réalité ?

L'une des croyances les plus répandues chez les amateurs de fitness et les sportifs est que les courbatures sont synonymes d'un entraînement réussi. Pourtant, est-il vraiment nécessaire de ressentir ces douleurs musculaires pour que l'entraînement soit considéré comme efficace ? Ce débat a suscité de nombreuses interrogations au sein des communautés sportives, et il est essentiel d'examiner la science derrière les courbatures et leur rôle dans le processus d'entraînement.

Dans cet article, nous allons explorer ce phénomène, tout en reliant l'importance de la récupération musculaire avec des pratiques traditionnelles comme les ventouses thérapeutiques, le massage thérapeutique, ainsi que d'autres techniques issues de la médecine chinoise. Nous analyserons également les bienfaits des ventouses thérapeutiques pour soulager les courbatures et favoriser la circulation sanguine, et examinerons si ces douleurs sont réellement un indicateur de progrès dans votre programme sportif.

Qu'est-ce que les courbatures ?

Les courbatures, également appelées douleurs musculaires retardées ou DOMS (Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness), surviennent généralement entre 12 et 48 heures après un effort physique intense ou inhabituel. Elles sont causées par des micro-déchirures dans les fibres musculaires, qui se produisent lors d'un exercice qui sollicite de manière inhabituelle ou excessive les muscles. Ces micro-déchirures d��clenchent une réaction inflammatoire naturelle du corps, entraînant une douleur et une raideur musculaire.

Courbatures et récupération : est-ce nécessaire pour progresser ?

Il est important de noter que les courbatures ne sont pas toujours un indicateur de la qualité d'un entraînement. Elles peuvent être le résultat d'une surcharge musculaire ou d'une mauvaise technique, mais elles ne sont pas nécessairement synonymes de progrès. En effet, la présence ou l'absence de courbatures dépend de nombreux facteurs, tels que :

L'intensité de l'exercice

Le type d'exercice (force, cardio, etc.)

La condition physique actuelle

Le niveau d'hydratation et de nutrition

Cependant, ressentir des courbatures ne signifie pas que l'entraînement a été inefficace. Certaines personnes peuvent s'entraîner intensément sans ressentir de courbatures, tandis que d'autres ressentiront des douleurs même après des efforts modérés. Ce qui compte, c'est la manière dont le corps récupère et s'adapte à l'entraînement.

Comment récupérer efficacement après un entraînement ?

La récupération est un aspect essentiel de tout programme de remise en forme. Elle permet non seulement de réduire les courbatures, mais aussi d'améliorer les performances et d'éviter les blessures. Plusieurs méthodes peuvent aider à accélérer la récupération, notamment :

Hydratation et nutrition : Boire suffisamment d'eau et consommer des nutriments appropriés aide à réduire l'inflammation et à restaurer les muscles.

Massage thérapeutique : Les massages peuvent aider à améliorer la circulation sanguine et à détendre les muscles tendus.

Ventouses thérapeutiques : Cette technique, issue de la médecine traditionnelle chinoise, est de plus en plus utilisée pour traiter les courbatures. Les ventouses stimulent la circulation sanguine et lymphatique, aident à éliminer les toxines et favorisent la guérison musculaire.

Étirements doux : Les étirements aident à prévenir les raideurs musculaires et améliorent la souplesse.

Techniques de relaxation : Le yoga, la méditation ou le qi gong peuvent aider à relâcher les tensions musculaires et à apaiser l'esprit.

Les ventouses thérapeutiques pour soulager les courbatures

Les ventouses thérapeutiques, ou cupping therapy, sont utilisées depuis des milliers d'années en médecine traditionnelle chinoise pour soulager une variété de maux, y compris les douleurs musculaires et les tensions musculaires. Cette thérapie consiste à appliquer des ventouses sur la peau, créant ainsi une aspiration qui stimule la circulation sanguine, aide à éliminer les toxines et soulage les tensions dans les muscles.

Les bienfaits des ventouses pour la récupération

Amélioration de la circulation sanguine et lymphatique : L'aspiration créée par les ventouses permet d'augmenter le flux sanguin vers les muscles et les tissus, accélérant ainsi la récupération.

Élimination des toxines : En stimulant le flux lymphatique, les ventouses aident à éliminer les déchets métaboliques qui s'accumulent dans les muscles après un effort intense.

Réduction de la douleur et des tensions musculaires : En relâchant les muscles tendus, les ventouses contribuent à réduire les courbatures et à prévenir d'autres blessures.

Détente et relaxation : En plus de ses effets physiologiques, la thérapie par les ventouses offre un effet relaxant sur le corps et l'esprit.

Les autres techniques de récupération : acupuncture, shiatsu et massages

L'acupuncture pour soulager les courbatures

L'acupuncture, autre technique clé de la médecine traditionnelle chinoise, consiste à insérer de fines aiguilles dans des points spécifiques du corps appelés points d'acupuncture. Cela stimule les méridiens et permet à l'énergie vitale (Qi) de mieux circuler dans le corps. Dans le cadre de la récupération musculaire, l'acupuncture peut :

Soulager la douleur en libérant des endorphines.

Améliorer la circulation sanguine.

Favoriser la guérison en réduisant l'inflammation.

Le shiatsu et la récupération musculaire

Le shiatsu, une forme de massage japonais, est basé sur les principes de la médecine traditionnelle chinoise. Le praticien applique des pressions sur des points spécifiques du corps, similaires aux points d'acupression, pour rééquilibrer l'énergie vitale et stimuler le système immunitaire. Il est particulièrement efficace pour :

Soulager les tensions musculaires.

Réduire les douleurs articulaires.

Favoriser une meilleure circulation sanguine et lymphatique.

Les massages thérapeutiques

Les massages sont largement reconnus pour leurs bienfaits thérapeutiques. Qu'il s'agisse de massage suédois, de massage thaï ou de massages aux pierres chaudes, chacun offre des avantages spécifiques pour la récupération musculaire. Voici quelques techniques de massage populaires :

Massage suédois : Idéal pour la relaxation et la réduction des tensions musculaires.

Massage thaï : Utilise des étirements profonds pour améliorer la flexibilité et réduire les douleurs.

Massage ayurvédique : Basé sur des principes de l'ayurvéda, il équilibre l'énergie du corps et favorise la guérison.

L'importance d'une récupération globale

La récupération ne se limite pas seulement à traiter les douleurs musculaires. Il est crucial d'adopter une approche holistique qui prend en compte non seulement les muscles, mais aussi le système nerveux, la circulation sanguine, et même l'équilibre énergétique du corps. Les thérapies comme les ventouses thérapeutiques, le massage, et l'acupuncture aident à rétablir cet équilibre en stimulant les systèmes circulatoire, lymphatique et énergétique du corps.

Quand consulter un professionnel ?

Si vous ressentez des courbatures persistantes ou sévères, il peut être judicieux de consulter un praticien en médecine alternative ou un kinésithérapeute. Ils pourront évaluer votre condition physique et proposer des solutions adaptées, telles que des séances d'acupuncture, de réflexologie ou de shiatsu thérapeutique. Les techniques manuelles telles que la massothérapie peuvent également être bénéfiques pour un soulagement durable des douleurs.

Conclusion : Les courbatures, un indicateur parmi d'autres

En résumé, les courbatures ne sont pas un indicateur absolu de la qualité ou de l'efficacité de votre entraînement. Bien qu'elles reflètent un certain stress musculaire, elles ne sont qu'un aspect du processus de récupération. Adopter une approche globale qui inclut des pratiques de médecine traditionnelle chinoise, telles que les ventouses thérapeutiques, l'acupuncture et les massages, peut considérablement améliorer la récupération et renforcer le système immunitaire, tout en soulageant les douleurs et les tensions musculaires.

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My name is Baraa Al-Shorfa, I am 15 years old. We are a family of 6, my mother, father and 4 children, my youngest brother is 8 years old, since October 7, 2023, we have been suffering from a brutal war that has destroyed our dreams and hopes, and has gone beyond the limits of human comprehension. During this brutal war, we have endured hardships that mountains cannot bear. We suffer from severe water shortages, and we often walk about a kilometer to get one gallon of water, which is equivalent to about 16 liters, barely enough for five family members. We also suffer from severe food and nutrition shortages due to the blockade imposed on northern Gaza for 10 months, which prevents the entry of basic materials such as meat, vegetables and fruits. This situation has forced us to eat animal feed such as barley, which has caused us to lose weight, suffer from multiple diseases, and greatly weaken our immune systems. As a result of the war, our home and agricultural land that provided us with our daily sustenance were completely destroyed and bulldozed. We also suffered from repeated displacement, moving from one place to another and from one area to another due to the horrific and brutal bombing. We also suffer from fear and terror due to the heavy bombing, fire belts and explosives, the sound of tanks was very terrifying. In addition, we were deprived of education and the opportunity to build a future. My younger brothers suffer from skin diseases, but the hospitals, which are the lifeline for every patient and needy, were also destroyed. We face a shortage of medicines and vaccines while diseases are increasing and spreading among us, with no solution in sight as there are no hospitals or medical supplies available here in Gaza. We live in constant fear for my younger brothers because they have not received their general vaccinations, especially after the spread of polio due to the lack of cleaning supplies and the massive accumulation of waste in the streets. I also should have been vaccinated against Tetanus and Typhoid fever, but I did not receive them due to the lack of vaccinations, and sewage water flooded the streets, posing a serious threat to our children. We suffered from jaundice, where we struggled for about two weeks with fatigue, dizziness and other symptoms. It is a deadly disease, my brothers' little bodies became full of red pimples and as I mentioned before there is no treatment available due to the destruction of hospitals and health centers.

We also suffer from the absence of cooking gas, which forces us to use wood and plastic to light fires, which can lead to poisoning. We have been without electricity since October 7th, spending days in the dark, causing immense fear for my little brothers. This has also made it very difficult to charge our phones and night light batteries. We had to travel kilometers from our home to find places with electricity, which costs us a lot to charge our phones and batteries.

Moreover, we have not had a steady income since the beginning of the war.

This is our goal to achieve with your help.

I appeal to you to help my family so that we can live a better life.

I will try to help by sharing your link to friends!

Bon courage pour votre famille