Two years after we broke up, my ex texted me at 11 PM.
Ex: Hey, can I have my grey hoodie back? I need it by tomorrow.
Me: You still remember that hoodie?
Ex: Of course. I bought it with my first salary. I just need it back.
Me: Okay. You can have it. But I have one condition.
Ex: āWhat condition?...
šØAvengers Doomsday The Council of Kangs Obliteration Leak Revealed
āAvengers Doomsday will reportedly begin by completely wiping the table of all existing multiveral threats, using Doctor Doom to systematically slaughter the Council of Kangs in the opening sequence.
āFirst, the film opens inside the Arena of Time, where millions of Kang variants have gathered to launch a multiversal war across dying timelines. Suddenly, a single massive temporal rift opens above the arena, and Victor Von Doom steps out, wearing armor forged from harvested TVA technology.
āAfter that, before the Kangs can unleash their chronal weaponry, Doom activates an anti-time siphon developed in Latveria. The machine freezes the flow of time within the arena, instantly aging millions of Kang variants to dust in seconds, proving that Kangās tech is completely obsolete against raw Latverian sorcery.
āThen, Doom corners Immortus, Rama-Tut, and Centurionāthe leaders of the Council. Instead of simply ending them, Doom absorbs their concentrated temporal energy into his own armor, turning himself into a walking multiversal paradox that cannot be pruned by the TVA.
āAfter that, Doom broadcasts the image of the slaughtered Council of Kangs across all parallel Earths, sending a message to Earth-616, the Fantastic Four, and the Fox X-Men that the multiverse no longer belongs to time-travelersāit belongs to Doom.
āAs the movie moves toward its second act, the remaining heroes realize that the villain who easily obliterated the MCU's biggest threat is now coming for their home dimensions.
āAfter that, the scene establishes Doom as the undisputed master of reality, leaving the Avengers completely outmatched before the main invasion even begins.
Iron Spider mode: activated
With great power comes great responsibility⦠and a really nice suit
Just a friendly neighborhood Spider Man in his Sunday best
Lower Body Dayāanother day to unwind
First clip: 4 sets of 10 (40)
Second clip: 4 sets of 10 (40)
Third clip: 4 sets of 10 (40)
Thatās 120 lower body reps in total! šŖ
MY HUSBAND'S FAMILY CALLED ME A GOLD DIGGER. THEY HAD NO IDEA WHO PAID FOR THEIR SON'S SURGERIES.
I'm Lauren, 35, and I've lived in Denver my whole life, give or take a year in Fort Collins I don't talk about.
Daniel and I have been married six years. When we met he was fixing transmissions at a shop off Federal Boulevard, and he'd come through my register at King Soopers with grease still under his nails, buying the same two things every time: a rotisserie chicken and a Mountain Dew. Not exactly a catch on paper. But he remembered my sister's name after hearing it once, and that got me. Three weeks later he asked me out, and he was so nervous he dropped his keys in the parking lot twice.
His parents, Richard and Susan, decided pretty quickly I was a problem. First dinner at their place, Susan stared at my shoes and said, "Huh. Those are... a choice." I'd bought them at Ross for twenty bucks and I loved them. I don't wear them anymore.
His brother Mark was worse, but he was loud about it, so at least it was honest. At Thanksgiving he told Daniel he "could've married up." Right in front of me, holding a drumstick. I laughed. I still don't know why I laughed. Daniel gave me this look across the table like he wanted to say something, and then Richard asked someone to pass the rolls, and the moment was gone.
We got married the next spring, small, at a courthouse, because we couldn't afford anything else and honestly didn't care. Susan wore black. She said it was "just a slimming color." We rented a little place in Lakewood with a leaky bathroom faucet and a landlord who never called back, and we were happy there. Broke, but happy.
Then the accident. A truck drifted into Daniel's lane on I-70 in the rain, and he was out of work almost five months. Broken pelvis, two surgeries. I picked up every extra shift they'd give me, paid the rent, and learned way more than I wanted to about pharmacy copays. I slept in a hospital chair so many nights that I can still tell you which vending machine on the third floor ate your dollar. His parents came by maybe three times. Susan brought a casserole once and asked why our couch was so old.
Around month three she showed up at our door and said Daniel should move back in with them. "He belongs to this family before he belongs to you." I remember she was still holding her purse, like she wasn't even planning to stay.
"I'm taking care of him," I said.
"You're working sixty hours a week, Lauren. Who's taking care of him while you're gone?"
That one landed, because she wasn't completely wrong, and I hated that. But Daniel was asleep on the couch ten feet away, and I wasn't handing him over like a package. She left without finishing her coffee. I poured it down the sink and then stood there for a minute, shaking, over a mug.
Fast forward. Daniel went back to work in the spring, light duty at first, then full. Things loosened up. We paid off the worst of the medical bills. We even took a weekend in Estes Park, our first trip in two years.
Then Richard retired and they decided to sell some land near Pueblo. At a family dinner, Mark announced that Daniel should chip in $20,000 "to help Dad out." Daniel said we were still digging out from the accident. Susan turned to me, and I swear she didn't even lower her voice. "Well, Lauren's always been very interested in what Daniel can provide."
I said something about paying the bills for five months while her son couldn't walk. Mark said, "That's what wives do."
I looked at Daniel, honestly braced for him to go quiet like he usually did. He didn't. He set down his fork and said, "She did more for me than any of you, and I'm not going to sit here while you talk to her like that." Susan told him he was choosing his wife over his parents, and he said no, he was just done letting people be rude to me at the table.
I told my boyfriend I was pregnant while he was driving.
Me: āIām pregnant.ā
Him: āWhat?ā
Me: āSix weeks.ā
He swerved and pulled over so fast I thought weād crashed.
He looked completely shocked. āAre you sure?ā
I told him I took three tests. His reaction was dry ā just āOkay⦠wow.ā
When I asked if that was all he had to say, he said he was happy but in shock. Then he asked the strangest question: āDoes your sister know?ā
That threw me off, but I brushed it aside.
Later that night my sister called. When I told her Iād broken the news to him, she went silent. Then she dropped it on me: he had called her three weeks earlier asking what kind of engagement ring I would like.
I started crying. Everything suddenly made sense ā his weird reaction, asking about my sister. He had already bought the ring.
But then my sister said there was more. He had also asked her if I had ever cheated on him and whether he could be sure the baby would be his if I ever got pregnant.
He asked her
The rock shares pictures of himself with the popular āIlluminati Queen,ā MichĆØle Lamy. He reportedly visited her at her home to seek her blessings. She welcomed him warmly, and the two spent quality time together, sharing a beautiful mother-and-son moments. ā¤ļøā”ļøā”ļøā”ļø
šØ Gunn and Safran are OUT at DC Studios. Marvel's Jeremy Latcham takes over.
Next 48 hours: every Gunn/Safran project broken down, hits and flops.
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Mr. Peterson: The Secret Behind His Perfect Marriage
Mr. Peterson was a wealthy oil company owner who appeared to have everything a man could ever wish for. He had a successful business, a beautiful mansion, expensive cars, and a loving wife who adored him.
To everyone around him, he was the perfect husband. He never missed family dinners, celebrated his wife's birthdays in grand style, and always reminded her how much he loved her.
But behind the doors of his luxurious office was a secret that could destroy his entire family.
Mr. Peterson had been having a sexual relationship with his beautiful secretary, Angela, for almost two years.
What started as harmless flirting gradually became an affair. Despite knowing that he had a wonderful wife waiting for him at home, Peterson couldn't control his desire for Angela.
Every afternoon, he would invent business meetings just to spend private moments with her.
Angela, however, was beginning to want more than secret encounters. She wanted to be acknowledged as his woman.
One Friday evening, she confronted him.
"How long do you expect me to remain your secret?" she asked.
Peterson adjusted his expensive wristwatch and replied, "Angela, you know I love my wife. I cannot destroy my marriage."
Angela smiled bitterly.
"Then why do you keep coming back to my bed?"
Peterson had no answer.
But what he didn't know was that his wife had already discovered something suspicious on his phone.
And she was preparing a surprise that would change his life forever.
The biggest question was: Would Mr. Peterson lose his marriage, his family, and his reputation because he couldn't control his desires?
I can continue this as a dramatic, suspenseful story with betrayal, revenge, and a shocking ending.
She got away.
So he danced.
The idea isnāt the chainsaw.
Itās that the real horror is when the monster doesnāt need you to be afraid of him anymore.
The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974)
The sound of the shower running shouldāve covered everything. It didnāt.
I stepped into the bathroom and found them under the spray. Mom was pressed against the tiled wall, one leg hooked over my stepsisterās shoulder while the younger woman knelt and ate her out. Water ran down Momās tits, over the fingers she had twisted in my stepsisterās wet hair, guiding her mouth. My stepsisterās free hand was between her own legs, two fingers working fast.
They didnāt hear me until the glass door slid open.
Momās eyes snapped open. My stepsister pulled back, lips shiny, but she didnāt stand up. She just looked up at me from her knees, water streaming down her face.
Stay right there, I told her. I was already hard. I stepped under the water, grabbed Mom by the hips, and spun her so she faced the wall. She braced her hands on the tile without a word. I pushed into her in one long thrust. She was already soaked from my stepsisterās mouth.
Fuck yes, Mom gasped. Just like that.
I fucked her hard enough that her tits slapped the tile. My stepsister stayed on her knees behind me. I felt her hands on my thighs, then her tongue sliding lower, licking where I was buried in Mom. Every time I pulled out she cleaned me every time I pushed back in she went after Momās clit.
Mom came first, clenching around me, one hand flying back to grab my hip. I didnāt stop. I pulled out, turned, and shoved my cock into my stepsisterās open mouth while I was still dripping. She took it greedily, moaning around me, one hand still between her own legs.
Switch, I said, voice rough. I pulled her up, bent her over the bench, and drove into her. Mom dropped to her knees in front of her daughter without being asked, spreading her open and licking her clit while I fucked her from behind. My stepsisterās moans echoed off the tile until she came, shaking, and I followed a minute later, buried deep while Mom kept licking her through it.
We stayed under the water until it started to run cold
Another night, different room.
I came home early. The living room lights were off, but the TV was still on, volume low. I found them on the couch Mom straddling my stepsisterās lap, both of them naked, grinding. Momās hands were on her daughterās tits, pinching and rolling the nipples while she rolled her hips. My stepsister had two fingers pushed into Mom, thrusting up into her while they kissed.
They froze when I walked in.
Donāt stop,I said, same as last time. I sat in the armchair across from them and opened my jeans. Finish what you started. I want to watch.
Momās hips started moving again. My stepsisterās fingers curled and pumped. The wet sounds got louder. Momās head tipped back, mouth open, and she came first, grinding down hard while my stepsisterās fingers stayed buried inside her.
Then Mom slid off her lap, turned around, and straddled her daughterās face. My stepsister licked her eagerly while Mom leaned forward and took me in her mouth. I threaded my fingers through Momās hair and guided her, watching her ass rock while she ate her daughter and sucked me at the same time.
When I was close I pulled out, stood, and pushed Momās head down harder onto her daughterās pussy. I lined up behind Mom and fucked her while she came on my stepsisterās tongue. My stepsister reached up and played with Momās clit the whole time, and Mom came again with a muffled cry before I finished deep inside her.
My stepsister looked up at both of us from the couch, face wet, still touching herself. Again, she said.
I didnāt argue.
š„ Love, obsession, danger, and desire! 365 Days is not your regular romance movie. Once you start watching, thereās no turning back. ā¤ļøāš„š¬
HE BROUGHT HIS EX-GIRLFRIEND TO COURT AFTER ACCUSING HER OF SMASHING HIS WINDSHIELD NOT ONCE, BUT TWICE! AND JUDGE ADAM LEVY WANTED TO KNOW HOW THEIR BREAKUP GOT THIS OUT OF CONTROL! ššāļø
Judge Adam: Sir, youāre telling me your ex-girlfriend damaged your windshield?
Man: Yes, Your Honor. And it wasnāt just once. It happened TWICE!
Judge Adam: TWICE?! What was going on in this relationship?
Woman: Shakes her head. Your Honor, heās making me sound like some crazy woman!
Man: Iām not making you sound like anything! Iām telling the judge what happened to my car!
Judge Adam: Hold on! One person at a time. Maāam, did you damage his windshield?
Woman: We had arguments, Your Honor. It was a toxic relationship!
Judge Adam: That doesnāt answer my question. Did you break it?
Woman: Hesitates. We both did things weāre not proud of.
Judge Adam: Maāam, Iām not here to decide who was the better boyfriend or girlfriend. Iām here to determine who is responsible for the damage!
Man: THANK YOU! Thatās all Iāve been trying to say!
Judge Adam: And you, sir, calm down. I havenāt made a decision yet!
Woman: He acts like he was completely innocent in our relationship!
Judge Adam: Even if he was a terrible boyfriend, that wouldnāt automatically make him responsible for a broken windshield.
Man: Exactly!
Judge Adam: But allegations arenāt enough either. I need evidence showing what happened and who caused the damage.
Woman: Looks toward her ex. He knows why everything got so bad.
Judge Adam: Then letās deal with the facts, not another argument about the relationship!
ONE FAILED RELATIONSHIP. TWO DAMAGED WINDSHIELDS. AND A JUDGE TRYING TO SEPARATE HEARTBREAK FROM PROPERTY DAMAGE! šāļø
If your ex broke your windshield during an argument, would you take them to court or just cut your losses and move on? š
This evening, I was wondering what movie to watch because I wanted something Christ-centred, and voilĆ , I stumbled upon this upcoming film.
š¬ ZERO A.D. | The Birth of Christ
A powerful biblical story exploring the birth of Jesus Christ, King Herodās persecution, and the events surrounding the arrival of our Saviour.
Starring Jim Caviezel and Sam Worthington, from the director of Sound of Freedom.
Coming to cinemas December 11.
Definitely one to look forward to this Christmas! āļø
"SHE TRIED TO SEDUCE THE RIVER GOD"
Emerald thought seduction could tame the river god, but she was wrong. She used her dark hair and fantasy.
Her agenda didn't go as planned, it always come with a price, a mortal stunning beautiful young Lady vs a divine power in the water, the Monster didn't fall for their tricks.
Suddenly an old witch appear fron her hiddings, she used an ancient rune magic to turn into Another beautiful woman, before luring out the river god out of the water.
The chapter is creative script by the writer, watch has the mystery unfolds.